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Training Ch. 01

By: turtle_writes



Rain came steadily down out of an ashen sky. Outside the car, the sidewalks were a riot of brightly-colored umbrellas, a sea of people flowing beneath the pattering droplets. The windshield wipers made a whup-whup counterpart to the drumbeat of rain on the roof.

"I still don't see why this is necessary," she said.

He glanced over at her. "Legal stuff. The state requires a blood test before it will issue a marriage license." The corner of his mouth quirked up. "Unless you're thinking of changing your mind?"

"No! It's not that. It's just that I don't understand why we had to drive all the way out here. I already have a doctor!"

"I know. But can he work you into the schedule for a full exam before the wedding?"

"I don't need a full exam!" She sat back and folded her arms, petulant. "I only need a blood test! Besides, I hate doctor's offices."

"I'm just trying to be efficient." He shrugged and returned his attention to the road. "Might as well kill two birds with one stone, as long as we have to go in, right?"

She stared out the window. They drove for a while in silence, as he guided the car out of the city. They passed through the suburbs, trees and buildings alike washed in gray.

Finally, he pulled into a nondescript medical park, low buildings in bland industrial style clustered around a large and nearly vacant parking lot. "Aaron is an old and good friend of mine. We go way back together. He normally doesn't take new patients, especially on short notice. I asked him to do me a favor." He smiled. "You'll like him, I promise."

She made a noncommittal sound.

"Oh, don't be that way." He opened the door and fumbled with his umbrella. "Next week we'll be married and on our honeymoon in London. Doesn't that make you happy?"

She said nothing, but he saw her smile. "There, that's better." He climbed out of the car and opened her door for her; she rose under the shelter of his umbrella, stately, elegant, a John Singer Sargent painting come to life. He marveled, not for the first time, at the easy way she exuded an almost aristocratic charm.

He escorted her to the door in one of the buildings scattered through the medical park, and held it open for her. They passed into a nondescript waiting room, blandly appointed in pastels and peach. He shook droplets of water off the umbrella and kissed her on the cheek. "I'll be back to pick you up in about an hour."

"Wait! You aren't staying?"

"No. I have some errands to run." Before she could protest, he was gone, back out into the steady drizzle. She watched the watery yellow glow of the headlights as he pulled away from the curb.

"Miss?"

She turned, startled. The voice came from a glass window set in the wall.

"Miss? Are you a returning patient?"

She crossed the room. On the other side of the partition, a matronly older lady, wearing scrubs covered in a pattern of blue and yellow duckies, looked at her expectantly.

"Huh? No. I'm new."

"Ah!" An expression of delight crossed the woman's face. "Yes, of course! You're Mrs. Miller. I've been expecting you!"

"Miss. Miss Miller. Eileen. I'm not married yet."

"Of course. Forgive me, please. Miss Miller. I have..." She looked around her desk, then opened a drawer and pulled out a thin file folder. "Here we go! I have your file right here. Let's see. Umm..." She flipped through its contents. "Ah, good, good. We already have most of your paperwork. Your husb-excuse me, your fiancée took care of this already. We have your medical records. Now, if I could just get you to fill out...oh, where is it? Ah." She slid several sheets of paper through a narrow slot. "If I could just get you to fill out the consent form, here, and the privacy notice, and the patient care information, and...yes, yes, that will do nicely. And I'll need to see your insurance card, dearie, and we'll be all set!"

Eileen accepted the papers automatically. She looked around, feeling inexplicably lost, left here by her fiancee. The waiting room, save for the receptionist, was completely empty. A small group of chairs clustered around a low, heavy table in the center of the waiting area, but there were no magazines, no television. The room seemed almost Spartan in its utility.

She filled out the paperwork mechanically, and passed it back through the slot with her insurance card. The receptionist smiled up at her over silver horn-rimmed glasses and looked them over, then tucked them neatly into the folder. She rose, made a copy of the card, handed it back. "If you'll just have a seat, dearie, the doctor will be with you quite soon. He's with another patient now, and the appointment is running a few minutes late. I'm dreadfully sorry about that; we usually don't keep our patients waiting!"

Eileen perched herself uncomfortably on the edge of one of the seats. She felt out of place, and stranded, abandoned in the unfamiliar doctor's office alone. The minutes ticked by; she stared blankly at the wall and fidgeted.

After a time, the door beside the receptionist's window opened. Eileen looked up as a woman stepped through, a strange, raptured expression on her face. Her chestnut-brown hair was slightly disheveled, and she walked unsteadily.

For an instant, their gaze locked, and something undefinable passed between them. The woman smiled. "Are you a patient of Dr. Moreland's?"

"I...a new patient. This is my first visit."

"Really?" The woman's face lit up. "Oh, you'll like Dr. Moreland. I wish I could have my first visit with him all over again..." Her eyes half-closed, dreamy. "I'm Kathy. Maybe I'll see you again." She winked, and left the office before Eileen could respond.

"Now that was weird..." she said to herself. The feeling of discomfort grew, and she briefly considered leaving. No, wait, she thought, I don't have a car...

The door opened again. A man stepped through, wearing a white lab coat, a stethoscope draped around his neck, a file folder tucked under his arm. He was blandly handsome, with an open, genial smile that put her instantly at ease. He radiated calm, friendly confidence. "Miss Miller?"

"Eileen."

"Eileen." He strode across the room and offered his hand. "Very pleased to meet you. I'm Dr. Moreland. Call me Aaron, if you like. I've heard so much about you."

She took his hand, and he shook warmly. "Anthony and I are friends from our Army days. When he told me he was getting married, I was quite delighted. So naturally when he asked me if I could take you on as a patient, how could I refuse?" He gestured toward the door. "Please accept my apologies for the delay in seeing you. Normally, I try not to make anyone wait; it's one of the advantages of a very small practice."

Se followed him down a long hallway. He led her to a scale at the end of the hallway, bade her to step up on it. "Mmm, good, lets see..." He weighed and measured her efficiently, wrote in the folder. "This way, if you please." He opened a large, heavy door, ushered her into a small examining room. "Now, I'm told that you're here for a standard pre-marital blood test and an annual exam, yes?"

"Um...yes."

"Okay, good. If you could just disrobe for me and put this on, I'll be back in a few minutes. Okay?" He handed her a thin paper gown. "And relax! You look like you're here for a root canal. We'll have you in and out in no time."

He left and closed the door behind him. She sat gingerly on the edge of the examining table and sighed. After a brief hesitation, she started peeling off her long blue sun dress. The disquiet was back; she felt awkward and self-conscious as she undressed. She looked around for a place to put the dress, then folded it neatly and set it on the edge of the sink. Her bra and panties followed, then her shoes and stockings; she put on the paper gown and tied the strings behind her. The back gaped open, and she felt even more self-conscious. The least they can do is make these things fit better...

She rose from the table at the sound of a knock. "Come in!" Her voice broke.

The door opened again. Dr. Moreland-she couldn't bring herself to think of him on a first-name basis-stepped through. A tall, willowy woman followed him, sandy blonde hair in a neat pony tail, a clipboard folded in her arms.

"Eileen, I'd like to introduce you to my nurse, Samantha Bowes. She will be assisting me today." They shook hands politely. "Now, if you can have a seat, we can start with some basic background and history.

Eileen sat back on the edge of the table. The doctor took the clipboard and uncapped his pen. "Anthony's already had your records forwarded over from your other doctor, so I'll probably only need to ask you a few questions. No allergies or family history of any serious diseases, I see."

"No."

"No diabetes, no heart problems, no hospitalizations or surgeries..."

"No." The nurse took her arm and wrapped a blood pressure cuff around it. 7

"No fainting or dizzy spells, no history of turning into a newt..."

"No-what?"

"Just seeing if you were paying attention." He smiled, and she relaxed a fraction. The nurse inflated the cuff and pressed a cold stethoscope against her arm. "Okay, now, there are some questions which aren't covered here. Are you currently sexually active?"

"No. I mean, not really. We're...it's been a long time."

"So you are not currently engaging in sexual intercourse with your fiancée?"

"No. Um, we decided to wait until we were married."

"I see." He made a notation. "How long has it been since you were last sexually active?"

"Three years."

"Okay. Now...do you currently engage in oral sexual contact, giving or receiving?"

"No!" Fire colored her cheeks, and she made a small guttural sound of disgust in the back of her throat. "No, I do not. Absolutely not."

"Anal sexual contact?"

"Excuse me?" She glared at him. "What do you think I am? Where do you come from, asking me things like that?"

He put down the clipboard and regarded her calmly. "Miss Miller, please understand that I am not trying to upset or offend you. I am your health care professional, and in order to provide you with the highest possible level of care, I need to know these things about you. I am not here to judge you. These are questions I ask all my patients. There are medical conditions that can rise in conjunction with certain sexual practices, which as your health care provider I need to be aware of. I'm sorry if these questions offend you, but I am only trying to do my job." He picked up the clipboard and regarded her levelly. "Now then, do you engage in anal sexual contact?"

She flushed bright crimson at the question, and her glance moved back and forth between the doctor and Nurse Bowes. The nurse ignored her, entirely indifferent to her discomfort. "No! No, I absolutely do not engage in anal sexual contact," she said through clenched teeth.

"One forty over eighty-four." The nurse pulled the cuff from his arm. "Seventy-eight beats per minute."

"Good." The easy, genial smile came back. "My apologies for offending you. Eileen." 

She looked down, abashed. "It's okay. I know you're just trying to do your job."

"See? That's better. Now we can get started." He handed the clipboard to the nurse, then placed a hand on her shoulder and unfastened the drawstring of the paper gown. She felt acutely aware of his presence; that and the heat of his hand through the thin paper made her shift uncomfortably.

"We will start with a breast exam." He slipped the paper robe off one shoulder, exposing her breast to the cool air. She looked away, self-conscious. His fingers pressed and probed the soft skin; she flinched and drew away. His other hand remained firm on her shoulder, holding her steady. His hand slid under her breast, questing fingers probing and pressing, causing her to squirm in self-conscious embarrassment. The intimacy of the touch, combined with the doctor's clinical detachment, made her feel acutely self-aware, and she trembled as his hand moved around her breast in a long slow spiral. He brushed her nipple, and she turned away and suppressed a small shudder. Having a stranger's hands on her body in such a familiar way made her profoundly uncomfortable, and she sighed with relief when he finished and slipped the gown back up over her shoulder.

"Now the other one." He undraped her other breast and repeated the procedure. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes as his and caressed her breast, and shrank back from his probing fingers.

"You seem distressed. Relax, please." His hand pressed more firmly and moved up over the curve of her breast. He pinched her nipple, rolled it between his fingers. She moved to turn away; his other hand came up her back, and pressed her forward. "Don't move."

She held her breath and closed her eyes tightly. His fingers manipulated her nipple; she froze and gripped the edge of the table until her knuckles turned white.

Then he was finished, and he covered her again. She sighed and opened her eyes.

"Everything looks good." He nodded to the nurse; she made a notation on her clipboard. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Now if I can just get you to lie down flat on your back, please." He pulled the stirrups from the end of the table, unfolded them. "Place your feet here."

She turned awkwardly and lowered herself onto the table. She stared at the ceiling as she moved her legs apart, placed her ankles in the cold metal stirrups. The gown offered little concealment; she felt awkward and horribly exposed.

He drew up a small wheeled chair. "I don't mean to cause you any more discomfort than necessary, Eileen. However, I am going to have to strap you down now" He nodded to the nurse, who drew a pair of wide, heavy canvas straps from beneath one side of the examining table. Moving quickly, efficiently, the nurse wrapped one of the straps around Eileen's upper arm and drew it tightly under the table again, pinning her arm in place. She repeated the same motions with the other strap, drawing Eileen's lower arm firmly against the table, binding it in place.

"Hey! What-"

"I'm sorry. New insurance regulations. Someone fell from an exam table last year in Wisconsin and sued the clinic, and now my insurance carrier requires me to provide safeguards against patient injury. You may file a formal complaint, if you like. My receptionist can give you the paperwork."

She glared up at the ceiling and clenched her teeth. "Let's just get this over with."

He nodded to the nurse, who with equal efficiency restrained Eileen's other arm, then drew a strap across Eileen's upper body, just above her breasts. Another strap was pulled over her hips and buckled into place, almost too tight for comfort. The doctor closed metal brackets around her ankles and latched them shut.

Eileen tried to turn, and realized that the straps held her completely immobilized. The metal brackets held her ankles tightly, A rush of emotions, discomfort and anxiety and a small tremor of fear, passed through her; she felt her heart beat faster, felt butterflies in her stomach. Cool air played between her legs, reminded her of how exposed she was.

"Nurse Bowes, if you could prepare a tray for me, that would be lovely. Thank you."

The nurse moved to the counter, drew out a steel tray piled with instruments. Eileen lay on her back, bound tightly to the table, legs spread widely, and listened to her heart pound. An inexplicable image of the woman she'd seen leaving-Kathy, did she say her name was?-flashed through her mind; for some reason she couldn't quite understand, the vision of the woman's face made her shudder. A strange tingle grew in her stomach; rising heat spread between her legs.

She tried again to shift position on the table, but the straps held her down firmly The tingle grew stronger. She felt lightheaded, and realized she'd been breathing heavily.

"So how long have you and Anthony been together?" The doctor's voice, calm and reassuring, guided her back into reality.

"About seven weeks. We met through a friend." She drew a shuddering breath and tried to relax. More butterflies fluttered in her stomach. He drew on a pair of gloves; for some reason, it made her heart lurch. He rolled the chair to the foot of the table, between her legs. His hand brushed her thigh; she closed her eyes and bit her lip.

He leaned forward and spread her open with his fingers. "Nurse, please make a note that the subject is lubricating very heavily."

"What did you say?" Eileen's voice sounded raspy and strained in her ears.

He didn't reply. She felt the touch of cold metal, and then the unyielding inflexibility of a blunt steel speculum sliding into her. She whimpered involuntarily as it opened her up. More butterflies, and a profound feeling of helplessness. Fingers entered her, their warmth a contrast to cold metal. 

She grunted, and pulled impotently against the straps. His fingers pressed deeper, and a sudden shiver ran down her spine.

"So Anthony tells me that you have erotic dreams about being kidnapped and raped by pirates. Is that true?" His hand moved inside her, twisting, fingers pressing and probing, exploring her.

"WHAT?! He told you that?"

"Oh, yes. He's told me a great deal about you." His hand moved deeper still; she felt him pressing harder, felt herself stretching wider, nearly to the point of pain, to accommodate him.

Her face turned crimson. She stared up at the ceiling, angry and humiliated. "That bastard!" she fumed. "Why would he say that? I can't believe he told you that! I've ever told anyone else!"

"He's told me a great deal about you. We talk about you often." His fingers withdrew, and he slid the speculum out. He lifted a tube of lubricating jelly from the tray. "It's why I agreed to take you on. You're an interesting case." She felt cool wetness between her legs. "I know that as a young woman, you would masturbate to fantasies of being ravished by strangers, then feel guilty about it for days afterward." Something pressed against her, probing her, seeking entrance into her anus. She cried out in rage and shame.

"How dare you! Let me go! This instant!"

The feeling of pressure vanished. "Nurse, please make a notation that the subject's body is highly resistant to anal penetration even with a single finger."

"What do you think you're doing?" Eileen roared. "I demand you release me at once!"

The doctor gazed at her, unperturbed, and stroked his chin. "What do I think I'm doing? Hmm. Has Anthony told you why he sent you to me?"

She craned her head forward and glared at him.

"No?" He smiled. "No matter. I have a very..." He paused for a moment. "...specialized practice." His gloved hands slid over her inner thighs. "I train sex slaves."

"What? Is that some kind of sick joke?"

"Oh, no. No joke at all. Your fiancée brought you here so that I can evaluate your potential and develop a training program for you. He is independently wealthy, as you already know, so there is no need for you to work outside the home. He has...another job in mind for you. One besides just an ordinary housewife." His thumb pressed between the folds of her pussy lips. "Hmm. Make a notation that the subject appears quite agitated and upset at this point in the exam, and is lubricating much more heavily than before."

"You're insane!" She twisted to look at the nurse. "He's insane! Help me! Call the police!"

Samantha stared back at her, a strange, faraway look in her eyes. Her cheeks flushed, and as Eileen watched in horror, one hand crept up her body and fondled her breast through her uniform. Oh, my God, this is a nightmare! This is turning her on!

Icy panic gripped her. She twisted and strained wildly against the straps. The doctor watched her with a benevolent smile.

"Let me go!"

"I am not finished with your evaluation yet." He rose from the chair and looked down at her. "I need to see how your body responds before I can recommend a program for you. Nurse, if you would, please..."


Training Ch. 01



He looked at the room; all was in readiness. Candles flickering, casting dancing shadows upon the walls, floor and ceiling. He dipped his finger into the melted wax pooled at the base of one of the candles, watching it form to his fingertip. He glanced over at the open armoire; it contained no clothing, but an assortment of toys; paddles, whips and clamps, among many others. 

He wondered which would be used tonight.

He fingered the riding crop in his hand, imagining, remembering, the sound that it made striking bare, tender flesh. 

He always marked what was his.

The bed was ready as well, manacles attached to the posts of both the head and the foot of the bed. His slaves only moved when he allowed them to. 

He pressed a button on the intercom. He did not have long to wait; all who served him knew the punishment for tardiness.

One of the house slaves entered leading a girl on a leash attached to a leather collar around her neck. Both were naked, slaves were not permitted to wear any clothing. The house slave neither spoke nor looked at her Master, she simply led the girl to the foot of the bed, and placing one hand on the girls' shoulder forced her to her knees. 

The house slave's nipples were pierced as was her clit, a golden chain joined the three piercings. In a move simultaneously graceful and erotic the house slave dropped to her knees before her Master, head bowed awaiting further instruction.

The Master spoke to the young slave by the bed." I haven't decided how or even if, I am going to train you yet. Your former Master said that you were too willful, and required extensive discipline, which is why you were given to me. Tonight, you will only watch. You will go over to the corner and kneel, legs apart, hands behind your back." 

He watched as she obeyed. Very good, he thought. 

The Master studied the new slave; she was young, barely 22 years old. And her submissive tendencies were frightening to her, so she struggled and rebelled against them, even as she yearned for the control of a strong, caring Master.

Also her body was thin, too thin for some of the forms of play He enjoyed with his slaves. If He decided to accept and train her she would need to put on some weight. Her skin was clear and smooth, with a faint hint of a blush at her cheeks. She had potential, He thought.

The Master looked down at the slave at His feet "What is your name?" 

"Master, the name You have given this slave is throat." 

"And why are you called throat?" 

"Because this slave lives for Your beautiful cock." 

"throat, would you like to Me to fill your mouth with My cum?" 

"Master, this slave would be honoured to be given the gift of Your cum."

"I think that there is something on your mind, what is it?"

The house slave continued to look downward, her voice suddenly quiet. "Master, this slave needs to be punished. This slave overslept and was late this morning." 

The Master was silent for a moment, he was already aware of the transgression; having been made so by his butler. Master also knew that throat craved physical punishment, over all other forms of discipline. 

"throat, how late were you this morning?" 

"Master, this slave was 20 minutes late." 

"throat, what do you think your punishment should be?" 

"Lashes Master, one for every minute this slave was late."

"With the whip or the belt, throat?"

"Both Master, this slave must be punished with both." 

"Very well, throat," The Master replied. "You will bring them both to me now." 

He watched as she crawled to the armoire to retrieve the belt and whip. She gave both implements to The Master and awaited further orders. The master noticed throat's quickened breathing and the flush spreading across her chest. He knew that if he looked between her thighs he would find her cunt already soaked. 

"Get on the bed throat, lay on your back." He fastened her wrists and ankles to the manacles, then removed the chain through her nipple and clit rings. 

The master walked around throat trailing the end of the whip over her thighs and up the centre of her slit. It slid easily through her wetness. 

"throat, you will count each lash for me," Master instructed. He raised his hand and brought the whip down on the tender flesh of her stomach followed immediately by a line of red. "One Master." 

The next lash landed on her breasts, as did the third and fourth. The fifth, sixth, and seventh hit the soft flesh of her inner thighs, close to her sodden pussy. 

Throat bit her lip holding back her moans. 

"How many is that throat?" 

"Seven Master, thank you Master." He rested the tail of the whip against her pussy lips. 

"I'm done with the whip, throat." 

Master put the whip aside and picked up the belt.

He watched the young slave from the corner of his eye. She was watching everything intently.

Master held the whip in fron of throat's eyes. "How many lashes are left throat?"

"Thirteen lashes Master."

"Begin counting."

He used the belt on all of the marks that the whip made. Covering them with wider thicker welts. 

"How many lashes now, throat?" "That was eight lashes Master. Five more.

Master cupped his hand over throat's cunt. "Are you aroused, throat?"

"I'm sorry, Master."

"Count." The belt came down hard against her cunt, throat arched back her chest heaving up toward the ceiling.

"One Master,"she said through clenched teeth.

The belt whistled down again, and then a third time. The sounds echoing in the room. 

The veins in throat's neck stood out with her effort to control her impending orgasm.

"Count throat, how many?"

"Three Master, thankyou Master."

"Do you want to cum, throat?" The belt struck a fourth time.

"Please Master, may I cum?"

"No throat,you may not." 

"What are you throat?"

"Master, I am a Pain Slut."

"One more lash with the belt throat, and if you don't move, don't make one single sound, I'll allow to suck my cock."

"Would you like that throat?" 

"Oh, Master yes, please may I have your cock in my mouth?"

"One more lash, throat."

He brought the belt down a final time. The master was pleased, throat remained still.

Now she would have her reward.



Training Ch. 01



Training, Part 1 – A Stereotypical Title for an Odd Scenario
*****NOTE TO READER: All of the characters included herein are fictitious (unless they obviously are not), as are the events, though they themselves are rooted in what can loosely be called "reality." All the characters in this story are above the age of 18, and all appropriate copyrights belong to the author. Please feel free to vote and offer commentary. This was written under the influence of bitter memory, repeated viewings of "Black Adder," and a repeating LP of Wagner's "Flying Dutchman." This has a different tone than my previous submissions ("A Knight Arising"), so if you don't like a darker, slightly revenge-driven storyline, bugger off to a story where the buggering is more to your liking! This story is slightly detail-orientated, and is rather slow to take off. Stick around: you'll find, I hope, that this has been worth your time.

Enjoy.

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Young men rarely know how to approach girls, particularly if said young man lives in his head...and has had nothing but fantasies and one, very bad, experience with "girls." This young man, let's call him, oh, Alex, lived in his head and was – unfortunately for him – highly intelligent, large, imposing and socially inept. He got a scholarship to a university and, when it proved a little too much for him, he was forced to drop out for a semester. Alex tried fervently to get his head back on his shoulders, screwed on right, as it were, but he was stuck in a rather nasty situation. Every man has his hang-up, and Alex's was fair-haired, long legged girls, and his job as a bouncer (sorry, "security") at the local karaoke bar gave him the opportunity to log long hours ogling the "help." Being the decent sort, he stuck around, even when the management took him and his abilities to suppress an entire room of drunken louts with a shout for granted, lowering his pay and removing his insurance. But he had one light, one point of true enjoyment at work. Alex's hang-up, a long-legged (think Kylie Minogue), red-haired girl named Lexys was the first to befriend him at his new job. She was several years younger than him, and for the longest time, he held that against her, keeping her at arm's length, always rationalizing it as the execution of a self-protective mechanism. 

His mental block was one created around an instance of near physical rape and certainly an emotional rape he had suffered just after he became old enough to drink. His "very bad" experience with a girl was with a fellow student in high school – she'd placed a large knife against his arm and threatened to maim him quite severely if he struggled. He had massed more than fifty kilograms more than her, but was morally obliged to not harm any female, and if he had, she would have been crushed like a bug under and elephant. Eventually though, as the reality of the situation hammered its way through his skull, the fog dissipating, he realized he could talk his way out of the situation. With every sentence, the knife dug deeper into his arm, and as she was drawn into the conversation, she began to lose her clothes, her own instincts struggling against her interest. By the time he released himself from her clutches, she was feeling quite contrite about her actions and had tears dripping down her face...and onto her badly mismatched A-cup and DD-cup breasts and triple-rolled belly. And onto the blade that was still lodged in his forearm. Alex had always held a certain reverence for symmetry, but this girl, this bulbous, fatuous and misguided creature who had attempted to take from him that which he only wanted to give up by choice to the woman of his choice, revolted him. Over time he became more and more critical of the female gender, searching for a female who would talk to him at his level (which he highly doubted would ever happen), and match his personal, private image of the perfect physique.

Well, Lexys was pretty damned close to his ideal! She stood at about 5'9" and maybe 115lbs at the outside sopping wet. She was a sporty type, a dancer and a football (Americans call it "soccer"), had green eyes with long lashes (Alex loved it when she blinked because her lashes – real, surprisingly – were long enough to cast a shadow on her cheeks), the legs of a dancer and the strong trunk of an athlete. She had a modulated voice that was at the low end of the soprano register and was careful not to giggle around him. Alex had made it very clear that it pissed him the hell right off! You see, Lexys was behaving – and looking – just like Alex's ideal girl. But because of that unfortunate event four years earlier and her relative youth, he kept her at arm's reach. He became her friend (all men hate the "friend zone," but that was as close as he'd let himself get, at that point) and listened to her through four boyfriends and four bad breakups. He'd massage her legs and feet at the end of the work night to relieve the tension in her gams from wearing her high-heels. He would brush her hair when she asked and enjoyed massaging her neck. She didn't like people's hands or necklaces against her throat, but she let him place his hands there for hours as he worked the knots out of her muscles. It was fairly obvious to everyone – including him – that Alex had a crush on Lexys, maybe feelings even further along that spectrum, but he wouldn't let himself "go the extra mile." All of Alex's relationships with youthful girls were rationalized away and he simply let himself drop deeper into a malaise. 

Over the next year or so, Lexys fooled around with Leo and Brad, two of Alex's friends from the bar, and when Leo took advantage of her when she was drunk one night, and when Brad started to beat her bad enough to leave bruises, he held her as she cried and sat his friends down and gave them hell. Leo stopped, and Lexys and he returned to a friendship, and Brad was eventually arrested for trying something similar with another girl on staff. But still, Alex and Lexys stayed "friends," Lexys quite aware of his rise to half-mast when she crossed his line of sight, and the quivery, tingly sensation in his belly whenever he touched her. Toward the end of the time they worked together, Lexys nearly broke her ankle while on shift, and he – for the first time – deserted his post to carry her home. It was only a couple of blocks, close to the university campus, and she threw her arms around his neck and sobbed into his chest, relieving herself of all the tension she'd been carrying around. When he let them into her apartment, she seized a couple of bottles of booze and immediately started downing her "painkillers." Alex drew a warm bath for her and wrapped an elastic cloth around her ankle to reduce swelling. As he bound a cold ice pack to her leg, she threw off her clothes and winked. 

"Now would be a good time to take advantage of me, Alex," she said.

"Nope," he chuckled. "You might hate me in the morning and I couldn't live with myself if that happened. Get in the bath and I'll talk to you in the morning." He looked back as he let himself out, just in time to see her tweak a nipple as she looked at him. His heart sank as he heard Lexys giggle to herself. She didn't really feel anything for him, he realized. Maybe friendship, but nothing else: she wasn't willing to wait, or even guide him, through the treacherous routes of his emotional baggage. She knew him well enough to know that those issues needed to be dispensed with, dealt with, before he could even think seriously of engaging in amorous activities.

Shit, he wanted to fuck the girl but ....

Nope. He couldn't.

Lexys moved away when she graduated, and later, after trying again to seduce him while *she* was drunk, their friendship fell apart. She wouldn't even acknowledge his existence, and that had hurt him more than anything else in his limited experience. She danced in his mind just like Kylie Minogue, she teased him like Lady Gaga would years later (though he was 100% certain that Lexys was female!), and the memory of her was slowly driving him mad. But he was patient and was certain that the memory – and his desire – would fade. But every time he looked at the painting he had made of a crush from the second form, he would remember his hand on the breastbone of the long legged, red haired and bubbly-personalitied Lexys, her small B-cup breasts pressing warmly against his large hand. He would rise to three-quarters mast and get a cold shower as soon as that memory crossed his mind.

Alex kept tabs on her for years afterward, through mutual friends. She had taken her psychology degree, dumped it and become a personal physical trainer. She had put on some weight, but had started a vigorous abdominal exercise regimen, bringing her strong abs into a beautiful six-pack, the weight turning into curves around her hips and bosom. In two years, he was told, she went from a 32B-26-36 and a 32" inseam to a luscious 36C-24-36. She had grown her hair to the centre of her back and had began to run, her leg and shoulder muscles becoming ever so much more defined. Laura had shown Alex some photos of her friend and he'd nearly creamed his pants. He had to exert all of his self control to keep from showing the lust he was feeling, but the effort turned his face implacable and his eyes dark. Laura started at the sight and patted his shoulder before moving carefully away.

Another year passed, and another. Six years after she moved away, Alex had nearly moved on with his life, he had made several unsuccessful passes at many beautiful girls, some of whom had true potential as mates for him. Alex realised, slowly, that he needed to come back into contact with who he was, to stop denying the pain, to embrace the darker aspects of his psyche in order to overcome them.

He put his mind to use. Alex's intellect was his greatest asset. His thick blond beard and hair, his slate gray eyes and his increasingly muscular frame were quite out of place anywhere, and in a university, (where he was now teaching as an adjunct professor) populated by slender brown-haired and brown-eyed south-German students made him ever so much more obvious. He had re-grown his pony-tail from several years before, and a series of bone problems (mainly both forearms having been busted in an accident) had forced a replacement of the bone by metal replacements. A bad leg had appeared after Lexys left, a psychosomatic reaction to the disappointment of the ending of their friendship of three years, and the closest friendship with a female he'd ever had. He was restricted, most days, to walking with a cane. He had suffered a hernia and his left arm had been dislocated so many times it was virtually useless. He hadn't suffered a broken heart, simply a broken body. He still hadn't decided which was worse, because he felt his heart was simply shunting its problems into an area that was, in theory, more easily treatable.

And then...well, an unprecedented opportunity arrived.

After six years of fighting with his daemons, of pushing through his physical ailments, and a near-constant, near-obsessive focus on his work, Alex got to the point where his services were in demand by universities across the hemisphere, for his professorial skills, for his analysis of odd events and thoughts, and in general, he had made himself utterly and completely indispensable. When a certain Ministry in the government, Lexys' hometown was the target destination for the man who she had spurned: they still had some mutual friends, and they were more than happy, when he said he wanted to congratulate her on her new managerial position, to tell him where Lexys worked. He had, in the forefront of his mind, a genuine wish to celebrate with her. In his hindbrain, in the depths of his most primal nature, he wanted – wished for? – revenge. Or some analogue.

"Professor? Hi, this is Patty Delenoe from the Ministry. How are you?" 

"I'm alive Patty," said Alex, taking a quiet thrill from the soft alto voice on the line. "I'm looking forward to visiting you. I got a package today with the travel arrangements. I'm pleased that you also arranged for my accommodations! I've gotta say, I'm impressed!"

Patty chuckled. "We're the government, professor! We can get pretty much anything we want – we want you, and we quite literally moved earth to get you! Anyway. I wanted to confirm that you will be catching the flight tomorrow."

Alex looked at the aeroplane ticket on his desk, the light from the window reflecting off the metal of his forearm implants. "Hang on – I've got sundogs on the paper...ah. Flight NC5583? Departing at 15:13 hours? Yeah, I'll be there. Carl's got the department limo shuttling me over."

"Excellent. Ah, can I ask you a personal question, Professor?"

"Only if you stop calling me that. I'm Alex. Shoot."

"Alex then – what are your plans for your apartment there? Your contract is for five years and the Ministry and Second House have the option to extend your time here. Didn't you say you were keeping your post at home?"

Alex flipped on the speakerphone option and placed his voice recorder next to it, leaning his arms on the desk in front of him to make sure she didn't miss a word he said. "Actually, Carl's happy about how this is turning out. His eldest son is coming to study here and I've offered to lease my place to him for the duration of his degree. Most of my furnishings will be, as you've so kindly arranged, transported by rail to my residence. I have to admit though that I'm worried that some of the more...unique of my bookcases might get damaged. I hope the movers you employ are better than the ones that smashed one of my bookcases last week!"

Patty gasped, "I'm *so* sorry! Oh my god! I, uh, uhm..." Alex laughed.

"Don't worry Patty! Calm down!" he grinned to himself, "The one that smashed was the oldest bookcase I had, one from my undergraduate years! It was about damned time it fell apart. I guess I've got a slight attachment to old things!"

"Oh my god don't scare me like that!" she laughed in relief. "What about the others? Will they be okay?"

"Yeah. When my leg got buggered I got my book cases rebuilt – titanium frames, oak bases and walnut sides. They're virtually indestructible, and besides: wood is supposed to get dings. It adds character to it – my reading chair looks like a bomb went off in the seat!"

"Well, we heard you were a wind-bag. I hope you won't take it out on our furniture." Patty and Alex shared a hearty laugh, and they hung up. Alex turned off the digital recorder and pulled a drawer out of his desk, hoisted his bad leg onto it and leaned back in his overstuffed office chair. 

He stroked his beard and stared out the window. 

************

"Diivo – It's K. You got the item?"

"Yeah, yeah man I gots it. The kids at the lab wondered what it was fer, but we – er, I – gots it fer ya. Nine kay in twenty quid notes, eh man? You gots it?"

"I got better Diivo. I got unstamped gold. You get nine kay in gold – no traces, and you can do with the bullion what you want. No traces."

"No traces man, yeah I gots it. Gold's good, better than notes. Notes be traceable, yeah, I gots it, no traces, yeah man."

"Tomorrow then."

"Yeah man."

************

The next evening, Alex sat in his car, clicking his knuckles agitatedly against the steering wheel until the analogue clock on his dash turned to the appointed hour. Diivo, a straggly, dirty Asian in his mid-seventies, hauled his mutilated body around the corner and, dropping his cripple-act, stood tall and winked a laser at the hood of Alex's car. *Blink-Blink Stop Blink-Blink-Blink-Blink Stop Blink-Blink*

"He has it," Alex whispered to himself: into his mobile, he whispered, "Go."

Around another corner, an apparent street-worker, a just-turned-legal girl in shoddy rags and disheveled wig, approached the skiffy-looking man with a huge imported Mary-Kay makeup kit. It looked heavy. Tina was strong though, and could lift the nine-thousand quid worth of gold as though it were a feather. That was Alex's backup plan. If Tina, an engineering student, decided the chip was fake, she'd clock the deceitful black-marketeer over the head with the gold and disappear around the corner, dump the bag, shove the gold into a pre-made hidy-hole in the wall of the tenement, and blend with the hookers across the street. Tina had been a child-hooker when she was younger, and Alex had sponsored her return to civilized society some four years before. She joined the engineering teams at the university to repay him for his efforts, and she was more than happy to run an errand. They hadn't spoken face-to-face for two years, and she didn't know what he looked like any more. He found that sad, for she was a sweet girl under the layers of street-tough that still sat on her slender shoulders like a suit of armour, and he wished he could be more in her life, and he knew she viewed him like an uncle, but it just wasn't in the cards. He had other plans.

Around the corner Tina went, a stray beam of light gleamed off the gold locket Alex had given her – via post, of course – for her eighteenth birthday. There were no fingerprints of his on the locket, but on the inside, just under a picture of his personal coat-of-arms, lay a one-eighth fragment of a fingerprint, an artificially placed extrapolation of the fingerprint of an up-and-coming dictator in the Third World. It had taken him five years to get that much information, but the now thirty-two year-old man (a publicist and school-principal in the public eye) was now sufficiently framed that if the locket ever came into question, the fingerprint would draw question as to the legitimacy of the gift. Alex waited with bated breath as Tina took out a digital reader and magnifier. She carefully examined the hardware and nodded, ever so slightly. The glint from the locket disappeared four times, then twice, and Alex breathed a sigh of relief. It was genuine.

Tina handed over the makeup kit and clutched "her" prize in her hand. Diivo shouted out behind her, "Hey, Katherine, why youz leaving me like this? You ain't gonna suck me off?"

"Suck your own yellow ass off, you mad quack. There's a dumpster behind you, go fuck that, pervert!"

They pantomimed a bust-up between a pimp and his bitch, earning the devoted girl a shattered cheekbone and a bruised ribcage, but she escaped, wailing and, under her tears, grinning maliciously. She still clutched in her hand the chip that had cost her adoptive uncle nine thousand quid in gold. She stumbled across the street and contrived to get hit by a passing Bentley. She flew across the road and her hand swung through Alex's open driver's side window as she smashed into the post box and the brick walk. She groaned and winked as she picked herself up off the walk, not knowing it was her "uncle" she was handing the chip off to. She scurried off to a dark corner. The plan called for her to cover herself up with makeup and go "dancing" that night, where she'd claim to have been beaten by a boy (or girl) she had rebuffed. She'd be safe – the admitting nurse that night was the same woman who had helped Alex re-introduce Tina to human kindness and warm meals.

Alex turned off the digital film camera that had recorded the exchange and sealed it. A copy had been transmitted to a security company in which he owned controlling stocks. The tape would be buried in a series of recordings from ten years earlier where he would take it for his records. He had two hours before he had to catch his flight.

He reached into the glove compartment and pulled out the pound-coin sized piece of impact-resistant plastic. He peered carefully at it in the late morning light. Inside was a pin-head-sized microchip, infrared receiver and kinetic generator floating in a resin suspension to keep it from getting damaged. He played it over his knuckles before slipping it into his breast pocket.




Training Ch. 01



He drove home, putting the plan aside and cheerfully anticipated his trip.

*********

As the renowned professor of the humanities rode down the disembarking ramp in a wheel-chair, Patty smoothed the front of her frumpy gray office dress and tried to adjust her "girls" as comfortably as possible. Patty was a large woman – in American parlance a BBW - with genuine beauty and warmth of character...which made her exceptionally well suited for her dual-role as secretary to the Dean and undercover agent to the Ministry of Internal Security. Her academic background had been carefully suppressed, but the dual-certified psychiatrist and criminologist had been attached to Alex because of the growing concern around his meteoric rise to international prominence. The government was not stupid, despite all indications to the contrary, and was highly concerned that Alex had amassed the power of a small country in the last eight years. Alex had been working with Patty for two years and she was still not entirely comfortable in his presence. The man oozed a sexual appeal that caused her to go gooey between her legs, and the look in his slate gray eyes was piercing enough to shear through steel. She couldn't look him in the eye without getting the sensation that he knew...something. But that's why the Ministry and Second House had hired him on contract to begin with. For two years Patty had played the role of Alex's secretary in an exemplary manner, and only twice had she seen anything that could be considered odd.

In the first case, the day Alex had arrived at the Ministry, Patty had greeted him in much the same manner as she was meeting him now, his tall, broad and heavily muscular form limping heavily across the tarmac to the Ministry limousine. He couldn't have had more than five percent body fat and his long blond pony tail whipped in the wind, catching in the piles of his dark Inverness coat. A quarter-bend bulldog pipe, unlit, was clamped firmly in his mouth and his eyes, barely visible behind the mirrored lenses of his spectacles, seemed to devour the very essence of everything he perceived. The odd behaviour Patty had observed happened as they entered the shelter of the temporary terminal to process Alex's pass and government security clearance. On the wall was a three-times life-size photo of a beautiful red-headed woman advertising the exotic destinations of the airway, in this case Ireland. When Alex's attention had been drawn to the advert, his brows knitted – ever so slightly – and his eyes snapped with proverbial lightning. He reached into his coat and twiddled with something therein before clenching his jaw and forcibly replacing a cheerful expression on his face. It was the most bizarre thing she'd seen to that point.

But the second instance really took the cake. In the process of completing the paperwork for Alex's insurance, he mentioned he needed a physiotherapist. Patty suggested several gyms, and when Alex's attention was drawn to one four-fifths of the way down the list, he requested the name of the manager. It was Lexys, of course. "I suppose I don't have a choice," he'd commented resignedly. "I'd better sign up here."

But that glint in his eyes intensified and would have ignited the paper if he had been able to project energy from his eyeballs. Patty wondered what triggered the reaction, but couldn't put her finger on anything specifically.

Now though, Alex was returning from a lecture series in Amsterdam, where he had been assigned to review the philosophies and the political theory underlying the operations of The Hague international court. His report was disturbing but not unexpected: the IC was limited by the validity members of the international community, specifically the members of the UN, EU and the G20 nations...but the United States was the primary "official" financier of the IC, with Germany and North Korea being the "unofficial" and actually, in the case of North Korea, a secret financier, the IC was dominated by a triumvirate of official and unofficial political powers. This was a non-secret, but the extent to which that the IC Triumvirs controlled the extradition of "criminals" was a surprise. The Dutch government, together with the Swiss supposedly ensured the safety of said criminals and protected their human rights. Alex's report on the practical philosophies enacted by the staff of the IC showed something less a civilized, professional prison system than a recreation of the Japanese Internment Camps in western North America during World War Two. The Second House was already calling for a covert investigation into the operations of the International Court.

Alex had now reached the bottom of the ramp and was kissing the cheeks of the tall, light skinned and slender Air Holland stewardess. He kissed her hand and patted her rump knowingly as the platinum blonde turned away with a small grin, and he focused his gaze on Patty. 

"Hey Boss. Good to be home."

"Good to see you Alex. Too bad about the IC."

"Yeah. Not unexpected, however. Brought back some souvenirs though."

"Not another dildo I hope," said the large woman. "I still have nightmares that I'll die of a heart attack from the time I pulled open my drawer and that gigantic fluorescent thing popped erect right in front of the Minister." Amused sparks shot at her comrade. "Your laughing didn't help. And when you fell to the floor and nearly impaled yourself on your prostheses, it made the whole situation worse." Alex cracked a half-cocked grin.

"The paramedics were asking some rather forward questions, weren't they?"

"Shut up."

"Yeah. Anyway, no, not a dildo this time. Well, not for you anyway. That's inside the ass of the stewardess you saw me snogging."

"What went in the other holes, dare I ask?"

"The usual. I'm not a small...or uninspired...man, you know."

"No, I don't, and I'd prefer to keep it that way," Patty lied. Alex snorted.

"For you, dear lady," he said, rummaging around in his carry-on (and eliciting a sigh of relief from Patty, who was pushing the wheelchair: surely he wouldn't stick anything naughty in his carry-on!) "I have ... *THIS!*" and in one smooth movement he withdrew his hand and plopped something between her lips. It was slightly warm, had an odd texture and smelled...familiar. Patty went cross-eyed as she tried to see what was sticking out under her nose, and Alex, who was twisted around in the wheel chair to see her face, started chuckling.

"It's a joint of prime Amsterdam weed, Patty. The mix is called "London's Pussy's Fog" and is rolled by dealers in the red light district...and cured in some rather interesting juices."

"GHAGH! YUCK!" screamed Patty, launching the joint over Alex's head. He snagged it in mid-ejection.

"Kay. I'll save this for another time then. Your departmental birthday party is in two weeks, right?" Patty glared over her expansive bosom at the top of the professor's blond head.

**********

A week later, Alex was finally able to "come home" from his trip. He'd been in Amsterdam for over a month investigating the International Court and delivering lectures on how Adam Smith and Thomas Hobbes would interpret Foucault and Charles Adamson. It was nice to step out of the cab into the dreary, rainy late autumn evening and hobble into his house. The muted electric lights mimicked candle lanterns and cast a warm yellow-orange glow over his entryway. His telephone and writing desk had a leather-bound contact book open and his cat, a British Blue named Watson, sat on his brisket, paws tucked under his chest, on the stairs to the second level. The door to the basement, fully fifty feet below where Alex currently stood, was concealed behind a tapestry portraying Pope Gregory I and two inches of black walnut. He sighed and hung his coat up on the tree-hook and dumped his heavy boots beside them. He slipped his ebony-shafted cane into the cane stand and knocked the ashes out of his pipe. The last week since arriving home had been harrowing. He had stood before the Second House and testified to the validity of his report. He had answered a small mountain of mail (he insisted on hand-written correspondence, and Patty dealt with his electronic mail by sending reply asking that all requests for correspondence be resubmitted in hand-written form), and had tea with a visiting monarch who fancied herself a thinker. She ended up just wanting to meet him, and she was very, very happy when she left. As he had remarked to Patricia, he was an inventive man! Female monarchs liked his brusque manner and long hair. 

His house-marm (house-keeper) had left a series of notes in his memorandum book, chronicling Watson's misdemeanours and various bills that had been paid. Watson had urinated in a potted plant, a scruffy Asian had tried breaking a window on the lower level, and Watson had again attempted to claw through Gregory's left foot. "Miss Tina" had left a message on the "recorder" and the Second House's speaker had hand-delivered an invitation to tea next week.

But the note that caught his eye was that Lexys had finally found out about his presence in the city (it had taken two years of being on every public television channel imaginable), and had sent a note welcoming him and asking to see him. Alex's hand quivered, and he clasped it with the other to steady himself. Sitting down on the step next to Watson (who stared at him with disapproval), Alex put his head in his hands as his emotions fought for prominence on his face. His anticipation made his entire body quiver; his heart felt like it was being torn from his chest; and the thought of Lexys' face made his hormones rush to his head and lose strength in his legs. And the memory of her hair in his hands, her flesh against his, it all made him very, very...uncomfortable. He sighed gustily and stood. 

Alex limped around the main floor of his home and closed the draperies, locked the doors and basically shut it down for the night. But he went upstairs to his bed chambers and undressed. He couldn't help himself: as hot tears of embarrassment and regret (if he believed in regret, anyway) dripped from the corners of his eyes, he remembered the last time he and Lexys spent time together...

***************

Laughter rang out down the main drag of the university town as a group of youth piled exuberantly out of a bar. The Western and karaoke bar that they all worked at was shut down for the night and, at seven in the morning they were just getting off work. With more than a couple of pints of beer and/or vodka coolers in each of them, they were feeling pretty good for people who had been run off their feet for fourteen hours. Alex and Lexys were walking side by side and she was chatting animatedly to Erin, one of the other servers on the floor. 

"I'm heading by this table – you know, the one next to the, uh, uh...uhm..."

"Pillar?" suggested Alex

"Yeah, exactly! Thanks! The pillar and this group of guys (oh my GOD were they hot!)" exclaimed Lexys and Erin simultaneously, breaking down into giggles, "they start hooting and hollering and one reaches out to grab me, you know? So I swivel my hips, and down goes my SKIRT! OH MY GOD it was OH MY GOD!!!" she shrieked as she remembered the humiliation. "So, like, I was standing there with like, two hundred bucks in booze on my arm and my skirt is sliding down my legs, and the farther it goes, you know, the farther I spread my knees, trying to keep it from going down!"

Alex shook his head quietly and continued walking, the image burning into his mind. It had taken longer than he would have liked to navigate the crowd that evening, and so...

"By the time Alex got there," Lexys giggled, too far gone to be feeling anything but light headed, "the big-shouldered guy with the tats had his hand up my skirt and on my leg, like, right beside my CUNT!" The word rang up and down the street, and a couple of the other bouncers and Alex hurried to shush her when the street cop on the early-morning beat looked their way. 

"Sorry!" she said in a stage whisper. But her voice promptly rose enough for the cop to hear. "So Tats is sitting there, calm as like, you know, an ocean or something and his hand creeps up farther and farther my leg! So like my skirt's goin' down to the floor, I've got like a grand in booze I'm trying not to spill,"

"A grand?"

"Okay, like three hundred bones, and this guy's slowly moving my panties out of his way! I mean, my face was so hot it was like, melting! It was soooo HOT! Oh my GOD! But his hand was up my skirt and he had soooo many TATS! He had like, green eyes and red eyebrows and a little soul patch you know? And AWESOME, GOD his shoulders were AWESOME! His delts were like steaks glued to his shoulder and his pecs were HUGE!" Alex had eyeballed the guy as he pushed his own form through the crowd, and Tats was a skate-boarder "bad dude" and admittedly, while he was fit, his muscles were more steroid-based than actual muscle. He seemed to have been diligent in his cardio though, and didn't look like he had any fat on him. That had made Alex hesitate for a microsecond.

"But then I saw like, Alex! Oh my GOD Alex thank you! That was soooo embarrassing! I saw him and I shrieked like, help, you know, and he blew through like ten people and grabbed Tats around the neck! It was AWESOME!!" Lexys whirled around and threw her arms around Alex's chest and kissing his throat – it was the highest she could reach. "He grabbed Tats," she squeezed Alex hard and he instantly came to half-mast, "And THREW him like, all the way to the patio doors!" Lexys squealed, "It was like forty five feet! And he went over EVERYBODY! Like, and with only one arm!" Alex did feel pretty proud about that, but his little bubble of self-satisfaction was instantly popped.

"But like, when Alex picked him up, OH MY GOD Erinn, it happened soooo fast," Lexys rolled her eyes and licked her lips, and one hand shot down toward her crotch, "His hand, like THREE fingers! Went up into my puss!" She squealed. "It was sooo hot and his fingers were sooo big and I was wet, OH I felt I was dripping down my leg!!" Alex stopped dead in his tracks.

Alex visualized the scene as it had happened, and Lexys hadn't been exaggerating. Tat's hand had curved at the wrist and indeed had entered the redhead's ... opening. And she HAD been wet. Alex stood there and his vision slowly glossed over with red rage, but outwardly, he simply looked slightly confused, and slightly cross-eyed. Lexys and Erin stopped and Lexys grabbed Alex's arm and dragged him on.

"C'mon, big guy, you were gonna walk me home, remember?"

"Yeah," he said haltingly. "Yeah, I always do." He struggled to push past the anger and the thought of his friend being violated in such a manner, and, with a firm shove of his will, he returned to the real world. He grinned at the bubbly redhead. "Yeah, come on. Erin," he said, "What's the plans? We going back to Ryan's for a drink or is it a night?" The brunette's face nearly split in two with the size of her yawn. 

"Dunno 'bout them, but Shwa and Joe're probably gonna play poker and light a dubie before they head in." She yawned again. "They brought home some tequila and some Laker earlier today, so I might not even get fucked before I fall asleep." Her dejected tone elicited a moan of sympathy from Lexys and an indifferent look from Alex.

Lexys giggled. "Maybe if you blow Shwa before you go you might get him to take you on the poker table."

"Joe wasn't home last night and Shwa was horny!" blathered Erin. "He grabbed my bra strap and snapped the clasp altogether." Her face screwed up with the memory. "I think I still have imprints of foosball men in my ass." Even Alex had to chuckle at that. As Erin, Shwa and Joe turned east down one of the main drags, Ryan jogged up ahead with the other Ryan (a burly football player), waving cheerily back toward Alex and Lexys. 

"Guess that's that then," muttered Alex. Lexys turned her face up at Alex and winked, pulling on his arm to get him moving again. 

"Take me home. I'm tired dude."

Alex and Lexys covered the next mile in silence, Alex eventually carrying Lexys as her legs gave out from exhaustion. Her billowing red hair smelled slightly of the bar, but her cinnamon hair spray and vanilla body butter. He bit his lip to keep from drooling and brought her closer to his chest as he hiked up the road. The alcohol was beginning to overwhelm Lexys' system, and she began to moan sleepily as he neared her apartment. For a moment, he was tempted to bring her to his place, which was on the way and considerably closer, but he chucked that idea almost as soon as it formed, though the lingering aftertaste stuck around much longer. Alex shifted her gently as he bent his knees to reach the keypad to enter the passcode for her apartment – 373578. He kneed open the door and swung her into the foyer, causing her to giggle in a half conscious way. He unlocked her bedroom door and lay her on her bed like one would a small child. He stretched her out and uncrossed her ankles, removing her shoes and jacket.

"Take my skirt off, Alex. I'm too tired to..." and she drifted off again.

"I don't think I should gorgeous," he said, his voice growing husky and his eyes dark, desire fighting a war with logic. But he did sit at the end of the bed and hoist her feet into his lap. Reaching over and grabbing a cloth from the pile of clean laundry beside her bed, he moistened it from a nearby bottle of water and started washing her feet and legs, removing the stench and stickiness of an evening's worth of spilled booze from her silky skin. Like all redheads, her flesh was tender and pale, and now, with her exhaustion spilling over into every cell, her body was getting colder, her extremities turning purple despite the heat outside. Putting the washcloth aside, he took a foot in his hands and started to massage her blood back into circulation. He tugged her toes apart and slipped his fingers between, stretching the skin between the small digits and eliciting a moan and a giggle from the sleeping girl. The warmth of his large hands quickly brought her skin temperature back to normal, but he continued to work at the tense muscles in her legs, spending a long time on her tendons and ligaments, gradually increasing pressure and speed. He ran his hands up and down her bare legs, feeling where the muscles were tightest, applying heat and pressure when he found a spot in need of attention. He worked at her football-player's legs for hours, eventually heating up her entire body with renewed blood flow. As he stood up, careful not to jostle the bed, he smiled down at Lexys, whose hand was now up her shirt and resting on one of her modest breasts. For a brief moment he allowed his imagination to run wild, but clamped down before it could jump off a cliff. A portion of him complained and he deliberately started reciting a boring piece of Churchill's diaries to get that portion to soften its complaints. Alex took one last look at Lexys before carefully opening her door and turning off the light. The sudden darkness woke her.

"Alex?"

"Yeah gorgeous. I'm just heading home."

"Wait," she said, struggling to a sitting position. "Mmmm. My legs feel good, they feel all rubbery and relaxed. Thank you Alex." 

"I love your legs, you know that."

She stood, carefully placing her feet between the berets and textbooks on the floor. She smoothed her skirt against her thighs. "No one ever has taken the time to massage my legs like you do, Alex." She took a step and Alex's cock lurched to full mast. "You make me feel warm." Another step, another lurch. "Safe." Step, lurch. "Horny." Lurch lurch lurch lurch. Alex's breathing started to get heavier as he tried to calm himself down. It wasn't working.

Lexys brought herself right up against Alex's body and pushed her hips into his, looking directly into his eyes. She reached down between them and undid the clasp of her skirt, puddling it at their feet. She reached over and, taking Alex's hands in her own, ran them up her flanks, raising her flimsy, nearly see-through shirt over her head, tossing it on the bed. With a dry gulp, Alex searched for something to focus on, anything, other than this minx stripping in front of him. She reached up with carefully manicured hands and took his head in hers, pulling herself up his body to just under his chin...and she kissed him there, right on the point where his pulse could be felt through his flesh, nibbling and sucking. She traced her tongue down his throat to a series of scars above his collarbone and nibbled them too. Even though they had no sensation themselves, the tugging of her teeth and the saliva pooling against his neck brought his self-control to its limits, and he was struggling with every fibre of his being to keep from jumping her. His hands traced up her flanks and when they were in line with her breasts, he clenched and unclenched his hands, torn between desire and fear.




Training Ch. 01



Lexys, smiling like Mona Lisa with all the patience and – he wished he could believe it – love in the world emanating from her eyes, her posture, even her very flesh, took his large, coarse, scarred hands in her own, much smaller and smoother hands. She placed one on the north slope of her breast, the other in the valley between. His hand didn't quite fit, and she covered it in both of hers and spread his thumb and smallest finger to lie underneath her breasts, supporting them with their size. Alex was nearly beyond awareness, his shock was so great, and she leaned in and nibbled his collarbone again before reaching around behind her and slipping off her bra.

In Alex's mind, a little man called "Reason" grinned and walked away, departing the scene slowly to stage left. "Lust" came on the scene, sauntering through his mind, and Alex slowly, ever so slowly, bent his head. It seemed like an eternity, his heart beating fast enough to be heard in the room, his pulse so strong Lexys could feel it through his hands. She brought his shirt, once buttoned up his chest, down to his elbows and off his broad shoulders. She leaned in, pressing against his motionless hands and took some of his pale blond chest hair between her teeth and tugging, tracing sloppy (drunken?) kisses to his nipple before playing with it in her mouth. Her warm, moist lips and her active tongue teased him, and still slowly, ever so slowly, Alex lost control, his head dipping further and further down toward her, toward her graceful neck and perfect bosom. It was only moments, but "Reason" came running back onto the scene, a picture of the woman who had nearly destroyed him for anyone he wanted to love pasted onto a massive piece of spiky lumber. "Reason" clobbered Alex upside the head with his most painful of intimate memories and his member lost all resiliency, flopping back into place in his pants. 

Lexys' hips and mons were still grinding into his erection, and when it suddenly, alarmingly, became flaccid, she giggled. "Done already? You don't have much stamina, eh? I guess I'll have to fix...that..." As she finished her sentence she brought her eyes to meet his she let loose a quiet gasp of shock. His eyes, once dark with lust only moments before, were now pinched with pain at the corners and the closer she looked the more she was convinced she saw sparks in his eyes. But what scared her, frightened her to the very core of her soul, was that the eyes of the man she held in her arms were as black as his pupils, the iris and whites of his eyes gone in the shadow of his brow. She moved her hands to his shoulders and felt as his muscles locked into position and lost their warmth; she tried to bring him back to her by kissing his throat, but his muscles were locked so tight it felt as though he had lost his pulse.

Inside his mind, Alex was fighting against the old memory, the one that stopped him from ever getting close to a girl his own age, the spectre of his past that was ugly and ignorant, a horrendous crock-pot of instinct and unguided lust. As always, he tied the battle, but as always, he felt he lost it.

Alex's eyes cleared and he raised his head to look more calmly into Lexys' eyes. His slate-gray orbs, still pinched at the corners penetrated hers and dove into her soul, and he saw she was afraid. She wanted him, him for him and him for his body, but she was afraid of what she had seen. He pushed all the apology he could into his gaze and pulled away from the beautifully nude girl, seeing her pale skin and perfectly shaped nipples for the first time, her creatively-trimmed landing strip, and the long lock of red hair that curled itself over the swell of her breast and cascaded back over her shoulders in large curls.

Still feeling the effect of his mismanaged lust behind his eyes, he reluctantly pulled his hands from her chest and out of her grasping hands: he pulled a pen from his pocket and scribbled a note on a piece of paper before fleeing out the door, silent and in shock. 

"It's your birthday," he had written, "and I wanted to tell you I loved you, that you're the first I ever have. But I can't...and I'm sorry."

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Alex sat up in his large bed and put his face in his hands. He liked to think that Lexys cried when he left, but she had refused to see him after that, refused to speak with him. She'd sent the odd Christmas note and, once, a letter thanking him for his birthday wishes, but after a year there was no communication. He had blocked her on his instant messenger, and a community-building website was available, but she ignored him for years. He wiped his eyes and limped down the stairs, dislodging Watson from his favourite perch on the railing. Swatting Pope Gregory in the chest, he triggered an unlocking mechanism in the wall inside the entry way, revealing a sterile mirrored steel elevator with antiseptic fluorescent lighting. He stepped inside, pulled the hidden door closed, locked it, and activated the lift. The elevator shaft cozied up to the ventilation system and geothermal-heating system for the house, and it had not been difficult to conceal the construction of the elevator shaft, nor of his hidden basement lair. The hidden area had been designed specifically as a private place, a means for him to sit in a realm of his own darkness and struggle with the aspects of his personality that he had yet to find and deal with effectively. His first disastrous experience with a girl had forced him to make clear delineations between what he felt he could and could not do with the "fair sex," and the realization that until he was put back together, platonic relationships with those he found attractive were out of the question. His experience with Lexys proved that, and her subsequent instant messages following their...fall-out...had convinced him that she was not mature enough for him. He was still certain she wasn't, but his patience with his own weaknesses had come to an end. His feeling of a need for "revenge" was more a revenge against his own feelings than the hurt Lexys had caused him - the epiphany startled him.

The lift door opened and he stepped into what the designer and builder of the basement had termed "the dungeon." It was a large open area about eighty feet in diameter and shaped like a breast – the elevator came through the nipple. To the far end was a gym, through the opening behind the elevator shaft was a plushly furnished room. But along the walls were devices of Alex's own design, custom built and some were even tied into the house's electrical system. Others pulled from the water system. But he knew that most of those devices wouldn't be necessary.

He hit the gym.

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Lexys stood on the elliptical machine and moved as fast as she could. Her discovery that Alex was in town had raised every hormone in her body to their peak: she was horny and angry, frightened and relieved. At the same time though, it was as though she'd stepped into a freezing shower and crammed an icicle in a very tender area of her body. Alex raised all sorts of feelings in her, and most of her memories of the man were pleasant. It had been almost eight years since she had seen him, on the night she had seen the daemons of one of his memories raise their ugly heads and nearly take control of him. She had seen the strength of his will smash aside those memories in his desire to not harm her, but she was a casualty of his self control. Her mind kept slipping back to the last words he left her, that night, and she flushed every time, forcing herself to exhaustion, hoping to purge herself of the feelings she had, if only for a little while. 

Earlier that day, eight years ago, June 17, she had met Alex for coffee at a restaurant across the street from where they worked. He'd called her out to treat her for her twenty second birthday, and she was trying to deal with her ex-boyfriend Brad, a jealous guy who was stalking her. 

She had woken up a week previously and, in the course of her nude early morning wanderings (they'd had sex, so what was the point of dressing? Brad already knew her naughty bits) to get coffee, he'd rolled over, found she wasn't there to wake him in the "traditional" way (a sloppy blow job for him and frustration for her, but he really didn't care about that), gotten out of bed and shoved his half-erect member up her very dry and uncomfortably tight ass. He'd reamed her out for the better part of an hour, and since she was vocal anyway, he was able to continue his anal rape of his girlfriend without concern. Hell, he was still drunk *and* high from the previous night. He was too far gone to see that Lexys' face was screwed up in a rictus of pain, tears streaming from her eyes, and blood dripping from the cuts in her hands from her stylishly long nails and the paring knife she had taken out of the drawer when Brad had shoved his wang up her ass. While he was not particularly long, he was thick, and her tight anus was ripped to shreds as he forced his way up her virgin chute. It had taken two years and three surgeries to repair the damage to her anus and remove the rape-induced haemorrhoids and anal fissures. It had taken an extra two surgeries to repair the near separation of her colon from her rectum.

That aside, she hadn't called the cops on Brad but had promptly moved to Ryan's for a week or so. Ryan (the American-style football player) had been nursing a crush on her for years, but she felt safe around him, or, at the least, comfortable. He and Alex were good friends, and Alex had a tendency to be picky about those he took to. Alex still wasn't fully admitting his crush on her, but she was certain – a woman's intuition, you could call it – that he was almost there. When Alex called she was packing up to move her stuff into her girlfriends' place. When she sat down at the table with Alex that afternoon, she saw him massaging his left ring finger, a nervous habit he had when he had relationship issues to discuss, or, at least, when they were on his mind. Her defenses rose immediately and carefully sat down after giving Alex a hug. 

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Lexys dismounted the elliptical and got onto the treadmill. She cranked it to the highest setting and started sprinting on the moving belt.

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Lexys had been so frightened about what Alex had to say that she let herself succumb to verbal diarrhoea. She started to cry as she told him that she was so tired of every man she came across telling her she was special and beautiful and that she was tired of the casual manner in which "men" used the word "love." She saw Alex's face fall and gulp, and watched with a breaking heart as he wrapped his hands around his glass of ice water. He had read her mood and was forcing himself into "friend-only" mode. But she still saw the hurt and the lust in his eyes as he brought his empathic side to the forefront, moving aside his own needs in favour of hers. Again. He'd been doing that for almost two years and while at first she thought he'd been easily pussy-whipped, she'd realized, as Alex had opened up to her, that it was a fundamental building block of his personality, to put the needs of those he . . . holy shit . . . *loved* before his own. And the best he could do was to listen and offer his own perspectives. She realized that it hurt him more than anything that he couldn't do more. 

And she realized now, eight years later, that it had killed her to force him into a position where she used him as badly as she had for two years. Lexys turned off the treadmill and sat down on the end of it. She worked at a 24 hour fitness centre and, at 2am, no one was around. She put her face in her finely manicured hands and started to weep. At the sound of the automatic doors swishing open, she snuffled, wiped her tears and pasted a smile on her face to match the bright colours of her running suit. Well, her "running suit" was really just a spandex halter top and multi-coloured shorts that clung to her every curve. She sauntered to the front, swinging her hips from side to side, and watched a heavy-set man with a cane shamble in through the door. He was wearing a fleece jacket and a heavily woven utility vest, a university-pride ball cap and a dark gray watch. His sneakers were bright iridescent orange and he wore black shorts and a red work-out top, barely visible behind the remarkably light winter clothing he wore on top. Without saying anything he flipped his membership card open to her, signed the list and limped to a coat hook. He hung his cane, hat and jacket on the hook and, still without letting her see his face clearly (she'd had an impression of a strong jaw and a goatee), walked to a rowing machine. He got himself strapped in, raised the weight threshold to maximum, and started his set. Lexys noticed he had excellent breath-control and form. But now, since she was no longer alone in the building, she couldn't work herself to exhaustion. She stepped under a cold shower to slough off the sweat that had been cooling down her back, but made sure to keep an eye on the monitors. Lexys, standing at 5'9" and 112lbs, kept her hair out of the stream of water, stepped into a white bikini set and slipped into a blue, yellow and white halter sundress. The cold weather outside was countered by the 85 degrees inside, and she fell into a massage chair and watched the broad-shouldered man finish his eighth set on the rowing machine.

The man – blond, she saw – rotated to his left, away from her, and vigorously toweled off his head before standing, favouring his right leg. The muscles in his left thigh bunched as he stood, and she saw the muscle definition even through his loose short pants. His work-out top was sleeveless and his arms were - well, sculpted would be the best word - and Lexys could see the definition in his back as he stood. His butt was not small, but was hard, just two blocks of solid muscle mass connected to his hips and quads. Lexys wiped her mouth and hooded her eyes as he scooted around on one foot on his way to the inclined bench-press. He limped, true, but seemed to do so quite smoothly, which surprised the physically perfect young woman. She'd only ever had a stretched ACL and a twisted ankle in all the years of football playing and kick-boxing. Well, her anus had been exploded by an idiot ex-boyfriend, but that hadn't been a sports injury, technically speaking.

Still without showing her his face, the large man loaded the press-bar with two hundred pounds and lay backward. The forty-five degree angle let him flop over onto his back, and a shudder ran from Lexys' toes to her suddenly moist centre and from every other extremity to her nipples and centre too. Her head felt like it was drained of blood. ALEX!!! Alex, oh long ago Alex was pressing, quite calmly, a two hundred and thirty five pound weight at a highly uncomfortable angle. Lexys felt her face drain of colour when Alex noticed her watching, and he offered a slow, tantalizing wink encased in a suddenly impassive face. He stopped blinking. He wasn't even sweating any more. But he didn't stop moving: petrified, she watched him press fifty, sixty, eighty...one hundred and ten repetitions before hanging the press-bar on its rack. He pulled himself into a series of crunches, and for the first time Lexys saw the metal glint that ran down Alex's forearms. She shuddered, wondering to herself what possibly could have happened. She saw, as he slowly relaxed out of a crunch, a large number of scars across his abdomen that hadn't been there eight years prior. His hair was a lot shorter and thinner than before, but trendily styled. His spectacles were fogging over from his exertion, but he had stopped sweating entirely. That wasn't a good sign for anyone, even someone who had as odd a physical make up as Alex. Lexys surged to her feet.

"Alex, you have to stop. You're not sweating any more."

"Wouldn't be the first time," he grunted into his knees.

"It's really dangerous! I have to insist that you stop! You could get me fired if you don't!" she hissed.

"Might be a good thing," he said as he relaxed onto the bench.

"Stop it! Alex for the love of God, stop before you faint!"

"No love for God, so no point," he said as he surged into a lunge that took him off the bench and onto his feet. He turned to look her in the eye and he relaxed all his muscles at once, and he was deluged in sweat. The heat radiated off of him in a burst, like a forest fire that ignited her like a pine cone. She started to sweat as well, but before long, he turned away from her and headed toward the door. He bundled himself up and leaned on his cane, as though all the strength had left him in a wave. He hobbled out the door, but Lexys chased after him, stopping just short of putting her hand on his shoulder. 

"It was good to see you again," she said.

"I almost wish I could say the same," he responded, his voice harsh. "Mrs. Dunham made a note saying you wanted to see me. You have. Good evening."

"It's not the same and you know it Alex! You know me better than that!" she cried, putting a hand on each of his shoulders and her head against his back. She almost drew back when she felt the shudder running up and down his back and down his right arm.

"No, it's not. But you threw away your right to anything more, didn't you? Now I'm successful, I'm well known and my body is whole again. You want something from me that you didn't want before, and you know *me* well enough to know that unless you want me for what *I* consider the right reasons, you don't have a snowflake's chance in hell. You treated me rather coldly, didn't you, last time?"

"But you left me that night!"

"No, I left before I could hurt you. I tried to get you to understand, but you turned a cold shoulder and told me you couldn't trust me any more. You remember that? You were going to help me with a painting, and after I left on your birthday, to keep *my* memories of being hurt from hurting *you*, and spending most of my day helping you through a rough spot, you didn't have the patience to return the favour."

"I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I'm so, so sorry!"

"It doesn't matter. You don't want me. I can't have you as you are. You still blame me, and I can't have that hurt around me."

"I'd do *anything* to make it up to you! I haven't stopped thinking about you in eight years."

"Sure," he said, as he turned, instinctively supporting her before she fell to the floor. "But two years after you left you stopped responding, you stopped acknowledging, you stopped doing anything. You didn't even recognize me when you saw me on the telly until Laura called you." Alex's eyes flashed with anger.

"You know about that?" she whispered.

"Laura told me herself, and I didn't even have to pry." He removed himself from her grasp, knowing that if he wrenched himself away her hands would be sliced to shreds by his prostheses. "As I promised then, when you're ready, I'll welcome you back into my arms; you've never stopped being my friend, and you've never stopped being the girl I love most." He grinned to himself behind his impassive mask as she winced at the label of "girl."

"Women don't betray a man because he loves her, Lexys. Good evening."

Alex stepped out into the sleet and toward his government car, the driver looking with pity at her as Alex stopped before closing the passenger door. Without looking at her, he said into the sleet:

"Anything, eh? Hypothetically, you might want to remember that." He flicked on the speaker of his little voice recorder, replaying her words from a moment before. 

The door closed.

Lexys fell to her knees as she sobbed.

Alex grinned to himself as he was chauffeured back to his home.

The driver felt pity for the girl at the gym.

Lexys still cried.

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Alex swung into the office at the Ministry the next morning with a grin on his face, taking off his fedora and dumping his Inverness coat onto the antique paisley armchair across from Patty. She groaned as the sleet and snow fell off his tweed coat and onto her desk.




Training Ch. 01



Bonnie Taylor is my neighbor and a very good friend of my mother. She and my mother are single parents both around 40 years of age. Yes, Bonnie is around 40 years old but in the eyes of this 18 year old guy, she is hot, HOT, H O T!!!

With jet black hair, big blue eyes and a body that made her look 25 not 40 she is my masturbation dream girl and has been for a few years. Almost daily I would watch her sit out in her back yard in her bikini or shorts and small top, sunning her beautiful body and I'd jerk off. Then at night I'd fantasize about her and cum again pulling my meat like a mad man until I came again as my brain I was cumming deep inside her pussy. 

It felt so good to release my cum even if it was in my hand. But she was so far above me I knew she would never think of me as a lover but only a young guy who lusted for her.

Most of the time I'd do it by first locking the door to my bedroom so that my mom wouldn't walk by and open my door and see me with my cock in my hand jerking off like I was a pervert. I didn't want that. What would she say knowing I was doing it as I looked at her best friend in her yard?

I would sit next to my bedroom window, cock out and stroking, as I watched Bonnie lay there on her back, legs slightly open enough to see between them with her micro bikini on. Her breasts hardly able to stay secured by the bikini top she wore which just covered her nipples. Her tits were so big but sat up high and there was little sag if any. The bikini was small and gave her the maximum benefit of the sun tanning her spectacular body. Without a privacy fence she was clearly in view of the neighbors and I took full advantage of it. God she had some pair of tits and long athletic legs with a firm round ass. As small as that bikini was around her hips I was sure she shaved her pussy. Maybe not completely but very, very close. I could almost see it the bottom was so small it just covered her slit.

When I got home from school I would immediately go to my room and look out my window se if Bonnie was there in her yard. If she was there, I'd quickly strip down and jerk off until I came like a fountain watching her. I moaned and wanted her so badly!! Some days she would turn over while I watched and show me her beautiful ass and legs. Like I said, they were so round and firm and sat up nice and high under that small piece of cloth that barely covered it. 

While she lay on her back she would undo her top and some days when she sat up I'd get a good but quick look at some, if not all, of her tits for a few seconds. I dreamed of fucking her like that, from behind driving my hard cock into her as I held each tit in my hand feeling the nipple grow harder and longer. I love to see that little patch of material on the bikini bottom that covered her ass and pussy holes. I wanted to run my tongue up that patch and then pull it to the side and lick and fuck her. My dick hurt so badly for her. So bad!!!

Other days, if I was lucky, I'd see her lying on her back and I'd watch her as she would adjust her bikini bra from time to time so that her big tits wouldn't pop out the top or sides of her suit. Sometimes she would adjust her bikini bottom too to make sure her pussy wasn't hanging out. Oh how I wanted to see that part of her body. But seeing her touch herself, even in that innocent way, drover me crazy with desire and lust. She would always face towards my window giving me the maximum view of her long silky body.

Imagine a healthy male, 18 year old watching her beautiful body! Bonnie was a very special woman and you can imagine how I jerked off and shot loads of cum as my cock screamed to do it each afternoon. I soon learned to use a towel or paper towel to catch the cum so I didn't have to clean it off the wall or floor.

And, as I played with myself, I'd think of all the lustful and so many nasty things I wanted to do with her and to her body. Then each night with the memory of her in her bikini and I'd thing of fucking her so hard as I got my release again. 

At 18, it brought out all the nasty sexual things guys think of doing to a woman as they masturbate. She never failed to excite me and stimulate me and I'd cum like a mad man looking at her or at the photos I had of her lying out in the sun each day. 

No she didn't know I had them. They were taken with the digital camera with the great zoom lenses I got for my birthday from my mom. It was a very powerful zoom and I had many close ups of her covered breasts with their nipples sticking hard against the bikini top, and that camel toe between her long athletic legs, and some more of her round firm ass.

My favorite photos were some of her with a tiny long wet spot between her legs. It would show the outline of her pussy slit fully against the bikini bottom. I wondered if she was fantasizing about something or if she was just hot from lying out in the sun that caused that wet spot. I of course knew it was because she was worked up over some wild sexual dream she was having!! 

I had been able to take one, just one, with her nipples hard as hell and showing over her bikini bra. God what tits she had. But I only had one of them. I took it as she was adjusting her bra. I also had one where her right breast was fully showing until she realized it and tried to adjust her bra to cover it. Waiting and hoping had paid off for me that day!! GOD! I used those photos the most and jerked off so hard looking at them over and over again.

I was lusting all the time for my sexy neighbor. Some days she would stop in and see my mom and I'd fly down the stairs to see her in person. Every opportunity I had I'd said: "Hi" or just rush into the room to see her. She would always say hi back to me and talk with me like an equal not some kid. 

Bonnie smelled wonderful, not from expensive perfume, just her natural scent was so sweet. She would walk past me and smile and I'd inhale her sweet aroma as I'd watch her ass wiggle in her shorts or slacks. She always looked wonderful, so fresh, clean and smooth. I was sure her skin was warm, soft and to the touch everywhere and I wanted so much to see and especially touch every inch of her. I dreamed about laying between her open thighs just touching and licking and kissing her pussy and upper inner thighs as I made love to her. God how I shot my load thinking of doing just that to her!!

My cock was always semi-hard or completely hard when I saw her in person or from my window. Nothing was better than to cum as I was day dreaming of making long slow lover to her after I had fucked her like hell that first time. I'd do anything to see her or be near her. I was so hooked on her she was like a drug.

I was sure my mother and she both knew how I felt about Bonnie. Mom always smiled at me and would tell me to settle down and behave, things like that when Bonnie was around. I had heard Bonnie tell her she felt it was sweet and kind of flattering to her that a handsome young guy like me would fall all over himself to see her and be around her. Mom and she would laugh some but I didn't know why or care, I wanted to be with her so badly.

When summer came around again my mother told me I needed to get a summer job in order to help pay for college. I was attending college near our home, that's all I could afford, and she insisted I'd get a job. The economy was bad, actually it sucked. So when Bonnie offered to pay me to cut her grass, paint some rooms in her house and help with other projects during the summer, my mom accepted without talking to me. The deal was I'd work for her as long as I didn't find a job paying more some place else.  

When my mom told me about the job I was good with it that was for sure. Hell I'd work for free as long as I could be near Bonnie.

The day school ended I was ready to go over to Bonnie's house at 8AM!! My mom told me she would call and then I should go over. She smiled and told me I'd better be good alone in the house with her friend Bonnie. Then she smiled and wiggled her finger at me. I blushed like hell, knowing that my mom knew for sure how I felt about Bonnie. As I ate breakfast she continued to tease me a little and smiled at my blushing. 

Around 10AM Bonnie called and my mom told her I had been ready since 8AM!! They both laughed again and then my mom told me to head on over and to wear old clothes since I was going to help Bonnie paint today. I rushed up and changed into a pair of old shorts and a tee shirt. Then I went out the back door and hopped the fence and saw Bonnie standing in the door still talking to my mother on the phone. She smiled as she saw me rushing to her door.

She was dressed in an old cream color tank top and a pair of shorts that had paint on them. I couldn't help but notice the top was ripped a little at the bottom but it was tight at the top which showed off her wonderful large breasts. I could see her nipple outline just a little as they pressed against the front of the top. Her shorts were nicely fitted to show the curves of her rear but the leg openings were kind of wide and loose. My first look made me think how I could easily run my hands up under each leg opening and rub her pussy as I knelt in front of her and worshiped her pussy. My cock jumped. 

When I stood there looking at her tits she said, "Ah Bobby, my eyes and face are up here."

As she said that, she used a finger to lift my face up towards hers. I blushed like crazy and she smiled and told me: "Follow me Bob we are painting the upstairs spare bedroom today and first we have to move all the furniture to the middle of the room."

"BEDROOM!" Oh God my brain was working over time. But I walked behind her watching her ass wiggle and sway as she walked up the stairs. 

When we got to the bedroom it was large with a bed and some other furniture in it. I began to move it myself since it wasn't that heavy. She stood there looking at me working and said: "Bobby you are very strong and you have a very nice body."

I didn't think and said that she had a great body too!! She smiled and said; "Well thank you sweetie. But, I didn't think guys your age even notice a woman like me; I mean I'm so much older."

I told her she wasn't old and that she looked like a 20 or 25 year old. She smiled and came over and kissed my cheek saying," You flatter, I know you're just being nice. But thanks, it makes me feel that all the work outs and things I do to stay in shape are working!"

She smelled wonderful as she stood so close to me. I told her again I wasn't just saying it that I felt she was beautiful. She smiled at me and said we should get started. And we did. 

There wasn't much that happened but work, work, work, until lunch. She saw me looking at her a lot as she painted one side of the room and I did the other. When she caught me looking at her bending over, or reaching up high she would just smile. I had a hard on all morning and I was sure she knew it.

We stopped at lunch time and she told me she had lunch and we should take a break and eat. Again I followed her down the stairs and watched her body again as we walked into the kitchen. God she was so fine!! 

Now it was hard to be in the same room with her upstairs painting without getting a hard on. But, now I was sitting with her alone in her kitchen eating lunch and talking. Her tits were so nice and looked so firm against her tank top. She sat with her legs crossed and her foot bouncing up and down. Her legs were in great shaped, and her thighs.....her thighs were so good to look at!! 

She asked if I was happy that high school was over, then she asked about my class load in the fall when I go to college. She then asked if I was excited about going to college. Then she asked what I was going to do this summer besides work for her. She kept the conversation going since I was in a fog just being in the same room with her. Well I did talk but she knew I was very nervous.

We chatted a long time and she told me about her life and that her husband had left her and went to follow his dream of being a boat captain who owned his own boat in the Caribbean. He now had his own 50 foot sail boat and a new much younger Caribbean girlfriend. She told me her boy who was about my age was with his father all summer and that she was glad I was there to help with the work she needed done, and for the company.

Bonnie finally said good ridden to her old man and that she was glad she decided not to go with him 3 years ago. He had been a jerk all his life. She sort of confided in me and seemed to want to talk about it. I listened and at the end told her that I felt her husband was a fool for leave her. 

She smiled and thanked me. Then she took my hand in hers and asked me why I felt that way. I told her I felt she was very beautiful and very nice and now that we had chatted I was sure she was a very easy person to be with too. I told her I was sure she was a good wife to him and he took advantage of her. She told me I was very insightful for my age.

She smiled a lot and touched my arm a great deal as we talked. Then she asked me if I was happy working with her. I told her very happy.

We went back to work and worked until 3PM. Then we took a break at 5 PM and we had sodas and a snack sitting on the floor in the bedroom. She sat cross legged right in front of me! All I could do was look between her legs directly where her cunt would be under those shorts. Again she used a finger to lift my face up towards hers and smiled.

She took my hand in hers as asked me: "Bobby, I would like to ask you something. It's sort of special Bobby, but it's also sort of a personal thing and I am not sure how to approach you about it. Also I don't want to embarrass you or make you upset."

I stumbled and stuttered but finally was able to say: "Ask me anything Bonnie. It's OK. I love talking to you."

She waited a second and then said: "Your mother is a little worried about you Bobby. And after we talked I am too, you're a nice guy Bobby."

I asked her why they were worried and about what?

She said: "Well it sort of personal but I think we are friends enough so I can say what she and I have talked about. It involved your social life and your sex education with the ladies."

I was stunned and said: "My social life and my SEX life!! What did she say? What is mom worried about?" God, this is embarrassing!"

She said: "No it's not bad she is just worried about you that's all. You don't seem to date much and she is worried about you."

I was getting more worried and said: "You have been talking about me with my mom about sex!!"

Bonnie said: "Well she felt it might be easier talking to me rather than her, you know she is your mom."

I was wondering what the hell was going but I finally said: "Well go ahead and ask me now I have to know now."

She smiled and said: "Well let's start this way Bobby. Do you have a steady girlfriend? You know what I mean, I know you don't call it that these days, but that's what we called it back in my day! Do you have a girl that you see most of the time, say more than any other? "

I said: "No not really, but I have dated some girls. Oh wait, I do have one I been dating for the past two months or so, I guess I have been dating her more than any others."

She smiled and still held my hand as she smiled and said: "Good that's good Bobby."

Then she bent in closer to me and asked: "Have you ever had sex with her?"

I said: "No."

Then she asked: "Have you had sex with any girl yet Bobby?"

Again I told her: "Sex what type of sex, ah.....what do you mean?"

She smiled and said: "I mean....I know oral sex is all the rage now in school, so I have been told, but I'm talking more like you know sexual intercourse, screwing."

I blushed and held my head down and said softly: "No! I have really wanted to but haven't done any of that yet. I have done some things but not those, not the oral or intercourse."

She patted my hand and smiled at me and then said: "So you're virgin. I mean an intercourse virgin. I'm sure you have masturbated. Right?"

I was blushing like crazy and looking at her body wasn't helping my cock or my brain!!! She sat there with her breasts and those nipples harder now and sticking out more against her top. Sitting with her legs crossed gave me a great view of her inner thighs, long legs and my imagination of her pussy under those shorts. God I loved looking at her body! 

She said: "I'm sorry to embarrass you Bobby, but I need to talk with you about this for your mom."

I told her it was OK.

She said: "So then I guess you masturbate a great deal don't you?"

God my face was like a beet!! I was really embarrassed. She touched my face with her other hand and said: "its OK Bobby don't be ashamed or embarrassed, we all masturbate sweetie. I do it, you do it, hell sweetie even your mom does it I'm sure."

It didn't help me to think of my mom masturbating. I was still blushing hard. We talked a while longer about my dating life, or lack of it. Then she asked me again about my masturbation and I told her: "Yes, I do that a lot."

She smiled at me and asked: "I'm sure; a young healthy guy like you most likely has to do it a great deal. So how often do you do it?"

Before I could answer she told me: "I do it almost every day Bobby. Sometimes I do it more than once a day. It helps with my stress and makes me feel good. There's nothing wrong with it Bobby, everyone does it. I'm telling you, everyone. If they say they don't they are not being rueful with you."

"So how often do you do it, be trueful with me now, I told you I do it everyday", she asked"

I told her: "Yea, I do it at least once a day, and once a night. Mostly I do it twice a day, sometimes even more."

She said: "At 18 I'm sure you could do it more that that. So what do you think about when you do it, your girlfriend, or a Playboy photos. What?"

She smile and continued: "What makes you cum the best?"

She said cum and I smiled and blushed and said: "Sometimes I think about that girl, or a girl in school. Sometimes I look at photos, and sometimes..."I didn't finish my comment.

She said: "And sometimes what Bobby. What else makes you cum."

I hesitated and then said: "I think of other women. "

I looked down and said: "Sometimes I think about you Bonnie, you and your bikini as you lying out in the sun. I see you from my window. Sometimes."

She laughed and then said: "Oh Bobby you think of me? How nice. That's very flattering Bobby to think that a handsome young man like yourself would think about me and my bikini and cum! WOW!! Oh Bobby.....you really think about me?"

I said: "Yes, you look so great in that little bikini, and your body is so nice. I do it when I see you lying out in the sun. I sit by my window and watch you and I do it."

"So you spy on me you little devil, from your bedroom window", she laughed and then she patted my still very red face.

I had told her my biggest secret and she said: "If I ever see you I would wave and maybe even flash you. Would you show me your hard cock if I do?"

She asked me if I would like that and I told her: "OH God yes!!!!! I love looking at you and I would definitely show it to you."

She thanked me again and kissed my cheek again as she stroked my face with her soft warm hand. She looked at me and said: "Well I'm glad we can talk about this Bobby. Oh and I'm very happy I could get you off. Tell me Bobby; was it a good cum for you?"

I told her hey are always some of the best whe3n I see her. She kept touching and patting my face. Then she said: "Thank you baby! Thank you for being honest with me. And thank you for making me feel so good about myself. Imagine a young man like you looking at me in my bikini and cumming because he wants to fuck me. "

Right Bobby? When you do it you think of fucking me don't you Bobby? And when you cum I bet you are inside me fucking me like crazy, aren't you", she smiled as she said it.




Training Ch. 01



I was so embarrassed from her saying that I couldn't answer her right away. But, finally I got up the nerve to say softly: "Yes. Oh God I'm sorry!! I'm so sorry! Yes, I think of all the things we could do. All the things I want to do with o Bonnie, I'm so sorry it so nasty! Yes, I think of fucking you Bonnie, I think about it a lot!"

She said: "Don't be sorry baby. It's natural to think of fucking the woman you are masturbating to in your brain or looking at like me in the yard. What do you think I am thinking of when I masturbate, or your mom does it? We think about the same thing, fucking the man or in some cases the woman we are thinking about, the person we are excited about. It's how things work sweetie. Thank you for making me your fantasy. God, I can't believe it you actually think of fucking me when you cum!! How nice!"

Then she said: "So......let's go back and talk about the what you have done with this girl of yours?"

As I spoke I knew I was red, hell I felt my neck burning!! I said: "You know we have been kissing and sharing tongues and a little touching and sort of feeling her up some. I have done that with a few girls from school."

She smiled and I wasn't sure it was at my embarrassment or that she was finding out things about me that no one else knew, not even my mother. She said: "So you have felt up girls and your new girl friend especially. Just where have you touched her Bobby, on top or bottom?"

Again I was a little shocked at how she was just coming out and asking me all these personal things. But, I answered and said: "Mostly her breasts. I have felt other girls up too and one let me touch her between her legs on the outside of her slacks. I even touched her panties one night when she had on a skirt."

Bonnie asked: "And when you put your hand between her legs did you feel her heat?"

I told her I did but only for a few minutes, then she stopped me.

She shook her head that she understood and said: "Let's talk about this new girl of yours. Did you touch her with or without her bra on? I mean on the outside, or did she let you feel the real thing, her breasts in your hand under the bra."

I said, "On the outside a lot, and under it for a little while. But she didn't let me do it for long."

She said: "Did you touch her nipples Bobby?"

I told her: "Yes, I had rubbed them and felt them get harder and longer."

Then I told her: "When I did play with her nipples, she sighed and even held me closer and rubbed her body up and down on my leg, sort of on my thigh."

Bonnie smiled and said:" Yes, if done properly the stimulation of a woman's nipples can be very nice for her. And I'm sure you loved touching her directly under her bra. Didn't you?"

I told her: "Yes I loved that!"

Then she asked me if had seem my girlfriend's breasts? "Did she let you see her breasts nude? Did she let you feel her up that way Bobby?"

I told her: "Not exactly. She let me see them for a second or two and she promised me that maybe next time I could see and play with them more. It was not a very long time that she let me see and touch them but I did see them."

Bonnie asked: "So you said she held you closer and rubbed her body against your thigh. Was she rubbing her pussy on your leg. You knew was your leg between her legs?"

I told her: "Yes, she was rubbing it on my thigh as I played with her tits."

Then Bonnie smiled at me and said: "Very nice Bobby. So you both enjoyed it. Good. I think she will let you do that again. I bet she liked it more than you know."

I felt just a little less uncomfortable now about talking to her about this. She said, "Have you seen her since that happened?"

I told her: "No, but we are set to go out Saturday."

She asked me: "When you were together did you get to touch her pussy?"

I told her: "I tried but she took my hand away after a second or two. It felt warm and soft."

Bonnie shook her head and said: "Maybe she felt you were going a little to fast. Girls like to go slow. At least at first Bobby, until they learn how it feels."

Bonnie asked: "What do you remember about her breasts Bobby. Were they big, small, and were the nipples red or pink. What?"

I said: "They were small, well compared to yours I mean. Your breasts are so big and nice. Much nicer than hers."

She smiled as I looked at Bonnie's breasts again. Then I said: "The think I remember most about her breasts were how red her nipples were. They stood out so long. And they were blood red!"

I felt my cock jump again and again as we talked. Bonnie asked; "And did she tell you how nice it felt with you touching her breasts?"

I told her: "No she didn't say anything. That is until I started to pinch her nipples a little. Then she sort of moaned in my mouth. We were kissing."

Again I told her that we didn't do it very long. I said: "I think it might have been her first time too."

Bonnie said: "So do I Bobby, that's why she stopped you so quickly or you were doing it wrong. So that was your first time touching and seeing a female's breasts for real, in person? Tell me did she touch you, you know touch your cock."

When she said cock my dick grew another inch I swear. I had a budge in my sorts. Sitting there and I knew she could see the lump in my shorts, I knew it. She asked me; "Has a girl ever touched you down there Bobby?"

I told her: "No." 

Then she said: "Well I'm sure that it excited you touching her breasts. Were they firm and soft? I mean when you put your hand over them did you cup all of her tit or was she bigger than your hand. Your hands are very large Bobby so I'm guessing they were smaller than your hand. Am I right?"

I said: "I'm sure they were smaller than my hand. But they were good size. And yes, it really excited me. I mean even just talking about this Bonnie excites me."

I used my hand to try and cover my hard on!

She smiled and said: "You don't have to be shy with me Bobby, I know you are hard! I can see the large lump in your shorts. You look very big under those shorts. She took my hand and removed it away and she looked directly at my budge. She said: "Yes, you look like you have a very nice cock under those shorts Bobby."

She brushed my cock as she took my hand and she held both of my hands in her hands

She asked: "So have you ever measured it? How big are you?"

I blushed more than ever. Then I said: "Well I'm about 7 inches long when I 'm hard as I get. Is that good?"

She licked her lips and said: "Yes, 7 inches is a very nice size for a young man. How thick is it?"

I told her I didn't know and asked: "Is that important? I was sure it was how long it was that was important."

She said: "Well length is good but thickness is important too. The thicker it is the better it feels to a lady when you are having sex.

Then she said something that floored me!!! I was so excited, Bonnie asked: "I want you to try something Bobby. Touch me like you touched her. Touch my breasts like you did to her."

I didn't move. She smiled and said: "Its OK sweetie. I want you to do it. It's good, I promise, I want to see how you touched her. Maybe I can give you some tips on how to do it so your girl friend will like it better. If she doesn't like the way you are touching her she won't let you do it. Touch my tits Bobby. I know you want to do it. Touch them."

I still didn't move my hands so Bonnie did it for me. She moved closer until her knees were touching my knees and she placed my hands on her tits! My cock grew harder if that was possible and I moaned with pleasure. She looked at my crotch and saw my cock jump. She smiled at me and said, "That excited you I see. Come on now Bobby, show me how you touched her."

I began to squeeze and rub her breasts like the amateur I am and she sat there and let me feel her big tits. I was in heaven. She continued to smile at me as I looked at her. I could see she really wanted me to touch her. And so I began to feel her up like I had done to the girl we were talking about.

She let me feel her tits for a few minutes and then she stopped me. She smiled and said: "Well that was good, but it could be so much better baby! Here let me show you a better way."

She took my hands and held them against her breasts and began to rub then over and around and under her breasts as she pushed them into my hands. They over flowed my hands, she had wonderful tits and they were huge.

Her bra was holding her tits in place but I could feel her nipple growing and I knew the bra was a very thin one. As I played with them she talked to me about the way she was moving her hands and how much nicer it felt doing it this way or that way. 

Then she let go of my hands and told me to try it myself. I did and following her directions I played with her breasts for a good long while. My cock was throbbing, so hard, as my masturbation dream was become real! How good they felt in my hands, and how wonderful they looked as I squeezed and played with them.

My cock was so hard it hurt. And as I watched my hands work on the most beautiful set of tits I have ever seen. I realized that one of my cum dreamed was actually happening. 

Then Bonnie did something unbelievable. She took the tank top she had on and lifted it up over her head and removed it. Her tits stood out proud and so big! The cleavage was so deep and each breast seemed to tell me to love them with my hands again. 

I watched her remove her top and now only her bra was covering her big tits. I said: "Oh God!!! They're so big! So nice Bonnie."

She smiled and used her hands to take my hands again and place them back on her breasts. I could see the dark outlines of her nipples under the very thin material of her bra. She said: "That feels very nice Bob, you're a fast learner. Now, how does that feel to you? Do you like touching me?"

I moaned the words: "Wonderful!! Your breasts are much, much bigger than hers Bonnie. Thank you for letting me touch you, your tits feel so good in my hands."

She said; "You're very welcome Bobby. That feels very good by the way. Now I want you to try something else. Unhook me."

I didn't move. My brain wasn't sure what she was saying. So she said it again: "Unhook my bra Bobby, take it off. I want to see if you know how to do it. I want you to touch my breasts and nipples directly with your hands. Remove my bra and touch my tits!"

I looked at her bra covering those beautiful globes of pleasure and I saw that the bra had a front clasp. My hands shook as I worked the hooks until I was finally able to undo it. The bra fell away and her breasts gushed out free from the confinement of the bra. They moved and bounced as they became free. My God she had such great tits. Bonnie slide the bra down her arms and sat there completely nude from her stomach up. Nipples hard as rocks already and her breasts had little sag and were so firm and round and big. 

I was speechless and paralyzed. She smiled and told me to put my hands back on her big breasts. Her nipples were so hard and long and pushed into my palms. She said: Now work them like I showed you and especially work on the nipples."

I did, boy did I!!! 

I worked them and worked them and worked on them following her directions, guidance and teaching. I ran my hands under her tits and lifted them up and squeezed them (gently as instructed). I used two hands on one tit and squeezed it pushing the nipples out even further. God I wanted to suck it so badly, but I was afraid. I circled the nipple with a finger as I held the tit and squeeze it. I did whatever she told me and I was learning!! Learning how to make a woman's tits feel good and work her up sexually!! I worked on each breast and followed her teaching to the letter. I wanted to do this right and please her so badly. 

She kept talking and telling me how to do it and then she said: "Bobby do you like my breasts baby?"

I again moaned the words: "Yes, God yes!! They are fantastic. I love them. Love them so much Bonnie"

She said: "Then show me, kiss them. Kiss my tits Bobby show me how much you like them"

I didn't move, again, I just sat there with her big tits in my hand and looking at them. So she moved even closer and bending her back a little and pushing her tits closer to my face. She took my head in her hands and moved my face into her breasts. She said: "KISS them. Don't you want to kiss them?"

I said: "Oh Yes......GOD YES!!"

She said: "Then do it baby! Lick, suck and make love to them sweetie."

I did!! She held my head and directed and moved it between her tits. She rubbed both sides of my face between her tits. Then she moved my face over her right tit and I kissed and kissed and kissed it. God they felt so soft and big!! She moved my face all around her tits until she pressed one of her nipple against my lips. I was in heaven, 

When the nipple touched my mouth I didn't hesitate this time. I opened my mouth and began to suck her nipple. "Oh yes Bobby! Suck it baby!!! That feels so good", she sort of whispered and hissed the words. 

As I did, she pushed more of her tit deeper into my mouth as far as she could get it. And then she moaned saying: "Yes, that's it Bobby! Take control, and suck it baby! Yes Bobby that's it. Use your tongue, lick it too! Make love to the nipple. Oh Bobby that feels so good baby."

She moved my mouth to the other nipple and held my head as I started to suck that one. She said: "They are so sensitive baby! You know a girl's nipples are extremely sensitive. Your girl will love how it feels to have them kissed and sucked. Suck! Yes baby suck them."

I guess I got carried away because she said: "Oh!! Not to hard baby! Gently Bobby, do it easy. Suck, go from one to the other, and take a turn on each one. Yes baby! Suck! Just suck!!! Yes like that! Mumm yes, Bobby do you like that?"

I moaned and then I felt my cock throbbing and jumping. I was so hard. I held both tits in my hand and looked at them. She touched my head and I moved my mouth just over the nipple and I sucked on it once again!!! So good so sexual! 

She whispered that I should pinch the other nipple with my fingers and I did it. My fingers pinched the other nipple just like she instructed me. "Use your thumb and index finger and sort of roll the nipple between them as you suck the other nipple Bobby! Yes that's it. Good job Bobby!"

I was so worked up!

I couldn't help it!!! It exploded. My cock was shooting cum!!! I was cumming and no one was touching me. I was cumming in my shorts!!! This was my dream woman and I was seeing and touching and oh fuck, sucking her magnificent tits!!! I couldn't help it, I was cumming!!!! But I kept sucking and playing with Bonnie's tits as I filled my shorts and coating my thighs and balls with cum.

I had dreamed about this for so long and now she was letting me do it. I sucked and sucked and sucked and for a while, a long while and Bonnie held my head and let me do whatever I wanted to her tits. She was holding me against her breasts and I was sucking on them and holding them in my hands. I was so sexually excited I came in my pants. I was sure she would laugh at me and call me a asshole.

When she finally took my head and lifted it up off her tits she smiled and said: "That was very nice Bob. Thank you for that very nice feeling. You have made me very warm and wet between my legs. That means you did a very good job sweetie. You learn very fast. It felt wonderful and I'm sure that girl you date will love how that feels. Who knows she might let you go further if she is happy with your method."

She moved back a little and I saw her nipples, they were huge, long thick and hard as a rock! As she sat back, she looked down and saw the huge wet stain on my shorts. "Oh my", she said," We should most likely dry them before you go home. Don't want mom to see that do we? Was it good?"

I looked at her like I didn't know what she was talking about. She said: "Your orgasm Bobby. I can see that you came, was it good baby? I didn't even know you were playing with it."

I told her: "I, I wasn't. I didn't touch my cock Bonnie, I was so excited it just exploded."

She laughed just a little and said: "Guess I got you too excited. Sorry about that Bobby, if I knew I would have taken your cock out of your shorts and jerked you off."

I felt my cock begin to harden again! To have Bonnie masturbate me would be another of my sexual dreams come true.

I agreed that touching and sucking her breasts was very exciting. She got up and went to a dresser and handed me a pair of men's shorts, most likely her ex's. She told me to change right there or if I was too embarrassed to go into the bathroom. This time I went to the bathroom. I took off my shorts and underwear and she washed and dried them. As they were washing and drying we continued to chat about sex, and how to touch a woman and make her enjoy it more. She also fed me some food saying I most likely need some from cumming so much. "It looked like you shot off a hell of a load Bobby do you always cum like that?"

I looked down at my feet and told her always. 

While we chatted she told me again to touch her and show her what I had learned. I was very happy to take off her tee shirt this time and unhook her bra before nursing on her nipples again. I did much better this time She love how I was doing it and held my head and whispered to me what a good student I was. It lasted a while and I just couldn't get enough of her breasts. 

I tried to touch her pussy but she stopped me saying, "You haven't earned that reward yet Bobby. Let's stay with the breasts for now."

I realized then from her words that her pussy might be in reached and I promised her and myself I'd be the best worker and student of her teaching ever. She held me long and hard as I cupped her breasts . She pushed her body into me and whispered that she knew I was getting hard again. 

I changed back into my work shorts and she told me: "It's time for you to go home now Bobby we had enough work and training for one day."

She said she would call my mom but most likely we would get an early start working again tomorrow at 9AM. I told her I could come over at 7 or 8AM and we could have breakfast and talk about what I learned today if she wanted to do that. She asked me: "So you want to practice tomorrow do you."

I said: 'Yes, please I wanted to do it again! I love making you feel good."

I told her I would be there early but she said: "No make it 9AM. I need my beauty sleep."

She said: "There is so much to teach you Bobby. You have so much to learn about women and their bodies' sweetie it may take all summer. But, I'm sure you will enjoy it, and I'm happy to help you learn. Practice each day will make you a much better lover for your girl friend.

Again I was hard as hell when I left wearing my clean shorts. When I got home mom was on the phone with someone so I went to my room and jerked off like I was insane cumming again 

Now I had my photos and a new mental image of Bonnie's tits. I had seen them, touched them, and sucked and licked them God I was in heaven. I came and came and came again that night. I jerked off until I was too tired to do it any more. I couldn't wait until I was at Bonnie's house again in the morning! I hoped she would let me take her top off and play with those great tits again!



Training Ch. 01



Walking into the room I glance at you briefly and then away, as if dismissing your existence in my space. I know why you're here. You have a desire to be controlled, and it hasn't been fulfilled. At this point you don't even know if you'll like it, but it's the need to be dominated that brought you to me. The same need that makes me smirk in satisfaction at your visible insecurity, written all over your face when I turned away as though you didn't exist. 

I make a show of walking slowly to a set of mirrored doors in the room. Opening them, I slowly page through the items hanging within. Selecting a black bustier with red lacing up the front, I rummage in a small bin and also draw out a pair of black thigh high stockings and a crotch-less lace bikini. 

Very aware that you're intently watching my every move, I gently lay the items selected so far on a little end table. Then I sashay to the other end of the mirrored doors and select a pair of black 6" open toed heels. Closing the doors, I walk back to the table and set the heels on the floor. 

I turn to face the mirrored doors again while standing with my back to you as I slowly unbutton and unzip my snug light wash jeans. Unhurriedly I slide them down my legs and off my bare feet, and then step out of them, leaving me clad in a skimpy red lace thong and a snug purple sweater. 

Nonchalantly I peel the sweater up and over my head, bringing the match red lace bra into view, and slipping the sweater off my arms. Now standing with my back still to you, my firm curvy ass and long shapely legs on delicious display, I continue to act as if you aren't in the room.

Still not acknowledging you directly, I firmly say "If I find you hard when I'm finished, I shall be very displeased." Noticing you shift in your position, I smirk in satisfaction. This will be one instruction I know you cannot obey. 

Still facing the mirror, I command you to come stand behind me. You uncomfortably get up from your seat and move to stand behind me. 

"Undo my bra, pet." I say firmly. "But careful, do not touch my skin." I warn sternly. 

Looking a bit flustered, you reach out and feebly attempt to unclasp my bra, after a few moments of fumbling I growl "I'm losing my patience!"

At this you finally get the clasp open but barely brush my skin as it springs free. 

"You'll pay for that error." I say. "Return to your seat."

Reluctantly you return and sit down again on the other side of the room. Once you're seated, I slowly slide my red thong down over my hips and off. Then I pick up the bustier and fit it around my breasts, lacing up the front and tying it at the bottom. You notice it leaves my breasts on proud display and doesn't cover my nipples. 

I reach down for the lacy crotch-less bikini panties and slide my legs into them, slowly bringing them up over my hips to where they settle over my ass, framing it enticingly. Then I reach or one of the stockings, and sitting on the edge of the table, I draw it up and over my foot, slowly up my leg until it reaches my thigh, then I secure it to the bustier's garter straps before repeating the same process for my other leg. 

Standing once more to examine myself in the mirror, I reach for the black heels and slide the left one on first, fastening it around my ankle, then sliding the right on, and fastening it as well. Standing erect again, I now tower over you where you're seated.

Leisurely I walk to a small cabinet, and opening a drawer, I remove 7 metal rings. One is bigger in diameter than the others. The others seem to slightly taper smaller. I also take out a small bamboo cane, very thin and only about 3' long. 

I instruct you to stand and come to me. "Remove you cloths." I say firmly. "All of them." You seem a little worried at where this is going, but you comply without complaint. First removing your shirt, then shoes, then pants and boxers in one motion, you straighten up, obviously proud of your nicely maintained body. You have a slight grin on your face as I take you in. 

"Wipe that smile off your face, pet." I say. You try to make your expression go blank as I walk a small circle around you, tapping my cane against the palm of my left hand as I walk. "Tell me, pet, what is it that you want?" I ask. 

You don't respond. 

***WHOOSH*** The cane lands on your bare ass with a loud crack and you squeal in pain and double over slightly. 

"I'll ask one more time: What. Do. You. Want." I punctuate each word in the question firmly. 

"I..." you start to respond.

***WHOOSH*** Another crack and the cane lands across the back of your upper thighs. You wail in pain from that one and almost fall over. 

"Yes?" I ask sweetly. 

"I want to be humiliated. I want to be used. I want you to make me beg for punishment I know I want but I'm too scared to admit I need." You respond in a rush of air. 

"Good pet, but you're forgetting something."

***WHOOSH*** Another stroke lands on your bare ass, you recoil less from this stroke now that you're getting used to the level of pain it inflicts. I smirk from behind you at the quick change in your reaction. 

"Whh—hat?" You ask. 

***WHOOSH*** One more smack lands harder across your ass and you jump in surprise at the increased force and whimper a little. 

"What, Mistress." I reply.



Training Ch. 01



Samantha set down the clipboard and stepped to the table. With a single quick motion, she tore the paper gown open, exposing Eileen completely. Two more quick motions and the gown lay in shreds on the floor. Eileen shrieked.

"You may scream, if you like," the doctor said mildly. "Did you notice how thick the door to this room was? This particular room is entirely soundproofed. I do all my initial evaluations here." 

He crossed to one side of the examining room, and drew a long white curtain from the wall. "Now, you will not be permitted to watch the next part of the examination." He pulled it across a track in the ceiling, until it divided the room in half. The curtain hung directly over Eileen at mid-torso, draping across her body, preventing her from seeing him. She heard the sound of a zipper, followed closely by a rustle. Warm hands touched her thighs.

His voice drifted through the curtain. "I am now going to begin my initial evaluation of the subject's response to undesired forcible sexual penetration." His hands moved up her thighs.

"No!" She struggled desperately, felt something press against her between her legs. Then, in one smooth thrust, his cock impaled her deeply. She screamed and threw herself violently against the straps. The nurse moaned.

He raped her roughly, violating her with a barrage of hard, deep thrusts. She screamed and twisted; tears poured from her eyes. "No! No! Stop!"

His voice, as calm and reasoned as ever, came through the curtain. "Nurse, are the subject's nipples erect?"

Samantha stood over her and leaned forward. Eileen saw with a sickening sensation that the nurse was flush with sexual arousal; her nipples stood prominently against the starched white uniform. She reached down and slid her hands over Eileen's breasts. Eileen screamed again and tried to will herself to sink down through the table, away from the indignity of another woman's hands on her body. She wept and struggled, desperate to escape the humiliating touch.

"Yes, Doctor." The nurse's hands groped and fondled her. "The subject's nipples are very hard. I think the subject likes this."

"No!" Eileen shrieked. "No! Please! Please, please..." Her voice dissolved into sobs.

On the other side of the curtain, the doctor thrust even harder. "Nurse, please clamp the subject's nipples."

Samantha withdrew some small objects from her pocket and leaned over again. Eileen felt something bite savagely into her nipples, and screamed again. Fresh tears flowed. "Please! Please, you're hurting me!"

"Yes," the nurse moaned. Her hands caressed her captive's breasts, stroked her shoulders. "And you look so beautiful this way." Her fingers combed through Eileen's long black hair.

Eileen thrashed and cried, long sobs wracking her body. The doctor used her roughly, violently; his fingers dug into her thighs. Pain radiated from her nipples, spread across her body, wound tightly in her belly. The tingle returned, urgent, became a burning need, coils of fire deep inside her.

Then, something within her exploded. The violation, the pain, her humiliation and shame, that strange butterfly feeling inside her-it all became too much, unbearable, and in the instant when she could no longer bear it, it changed, became something new. Her screams changed, too, and wave after wave of agonizing, excruciating ecstasy slammed through her. She arched her back off the table, trapped in the enslaving grip of the most intense orgasm she had ever known.

When it was over, he withdrew from her. She lay naked and sweaty, bound to the table, crying softly. Her body shook with her sobs.

He drew back the curtain and removed the harsh metal clips from her nipples. New pain spiked through her breasts, drawing out a sharp gasp.

"Nurse, please make a notation that the subject reached sexual orgasm from being raped."

Samantha drew her hand away from her breast. The way this new patent writhed and screamed, her tears and shrieks of humiliation and ecstasy, had nearly made her come. She picked up the clipboard, forced herself back into composure. "Yes, Doctor."

He turned to stand near her head, and with one foot, activated a control that lowered the head of the table. He held his foot on the switch until her head was considerably lower than her feet. "Initial questioning of the subject suggested a strong aversion to oral-genital sexual congress. I will now evaluate the subject's response to forcible oral sex."

Eileen whimpered and turned her head away. "No," she sobbed plaintively. "Please..."

He placed two fingers on her cheek and gently turned her head toward him. She did not resist; the will to fight seemed gone from her, burned away by the shame of her orgasm. He moved his gloved thumb along her lips, parted them, pressed it into her mouth. She tasted latex, and tried to turn away, but her strength had left her. He pushed the pad of his thumb against her bottom teeth. Her mouth opened.

"Good," he said. "Just like that." He stood over her and raised the dripping head of his cock to her lips. "Hold still."

He thrust his hips forward, and his erection plowed into her mouth. She gagged and choked, overwhelmed by its width, by the heavy, musky taste of her own fluids, by the round head at the back of her throat. He withdrew very slowly, then just as slowly pressed back in, forcing the length of his rigid cock into her mouth until she choked again.

She sputtered and tried to turn her head aside. He grabbed her chin tightly and pressed her head down against the table, then slowly, relentlessly, forced his cock deeper. Her struggles grew frantic, and she gagged as her throat worked against the invasion.

He slipped partway out, allowing her to catch her breath. Tears streamed down her face; she tried to say something, the words muffled and indistinct. He pushed in again, until she choked once more, then remained there, his cock at the back of her throat, as she struggled and wept.

After a long moment, he withdrew partly again. His grip tightened on her chin, and he began to move in steady, rhythmic strokes, each just a little too deep. She gagged and coughed on every stroke. The nurse watched with rapt attention; her hands slid over her body as she touched herself openly, flush with sexual arousal. The humiliation of the nurse's obvious arousal deepened Eileen's shame, and she squeezed her eyes closed and whimpered around the shaft violating her throat.

The doctor grunted once, the only outward sign of his climax. His cock throbbed and pulsed, and suddenly Eileen's mouth was filled with thick, hot, salty goo. She gagged anew, and her stomach heaved. He held her head tightly and forced his way deeper into her mouth. His cock twitched at the back of her throat, spurting warm creamy semen; her throat worked automatically, and she blanched, sickened by the knowledge of what she had just swallowed.

The cock in her mouth continued to gush. She sputtered and cried as he raped her mouth, filled it completely with his ejaculate. Then, finally, he withdrew, his shaft already softening. She made a wet gurgling noise. White come oozed from the corners of her lips, flowed down her cheeks. She coughed and wept hot tears of shame and disgust.

The doctor pulled up his pants, re-buttoned his lab jacket. He smoothed his clothes down and turned toward the nurse. "I am now ready to construct a preliminary program. If you please?"

She nodded, poised her pen over the clipboard as he pulled up the chair and seated himself. He leaned back and folded his arms. "My preliminary analysis is that this subject is suitable for training as a sex slave, though there are outstanding factors that suggest this will be a challenging case."

His voice was calmly professional, betraying no sign of the way he had just violated the woman on his table. Eileen sniffled and shuddered. How? How can you do this to me, and be so calm about it?

The nurse wrote quickly as he dictated. "The subject is highly resistant to basic sexual acts and appears to have emotional barriers which might interfere with her new role. These barriers will require nontrivial effort to defeat. A normal course of training will likely be insufficient for this subject. It is my understanding that the subject will soon be taking an extended honeymoon; this period will likely be most critical in developing both the attitudes and the skills necessary for her role as a sexual slave."

Something in his voice, in the way he said these words so calmly, made her breath constrict. Her role as a sexual slave... He was serious, he meant it. He was talking about enslaving her, as casually as he might talk about the weather. The subject. She was just the subject, not even a person, merely an object. An object for sexual use. Her belly tingled.

He glanced over at the naked woman strapped to the examining table. "The subject reached orgasm from being raped. After this orgasm, the subject became significantly more pliable. While my normal recommendations for the training of a new sex slave involve orgasm denial, which can help create a state of arousal that assists in furtherance of the training, in this particular case the subject should be brought to orgasm as a regular part of her training activities, so as to keep the subject more compliant." 

She squirmed and whimpered at the words. So as to keep the subject more compliant... He was recommending that her fiancée, the man she loved, rape her! Repeatedly!

The tingle grew stronger.

"The subject shows heavy resistance to oral and anal use. In this case, the resistance to anal use is complicated by the development of the subject's sphincter muscles, which will preclude a conventional regimen of anal training.

"I am recommending an initial two-week course of very heavy sexual training, to be carried out while the subject and her owner are out of the country for their honeymoon. During this period, I recommend a minimum of three training sessions per day. During each session, the subject should be brought to orgasm. Each session should also include forcible oral penetration, preferably with ejaculation in the subject's mouth, as well as anal probing. The purpose of this part of the training will be to make the subject accustomed to physical sexual acts." He paused. "Nurse, include a set of seven anal probes, from size 0 to size 6, in this subject's training kit. These probes should be used over the period of the subject's initial training to acclimate her to anal penetration."

Forcible oral penetration, preferably with ejaculation in the subject's mouth, as well as anal probing. The words horrified her, repulsed her, and the tingle became a raging fire. Heat spread through her body, and the muscles of her vagina contracted sharply. She arched her back and screamed as the feelings consumed her, pain and humiliation and objectification wrapped around and entwined within something else.

"Nurse, please make a note that the subject experienced a spontaneous orgasm while listening to the proposed training regimen." He rose from the chair, stripped off his gloves. "I need to prepare for the afternoon's last patient. I will leave you to take a sample of the subject's blood, enter the subject's training program into the computer, and administer the subject's medication. Also, please schedule another appointment for evaluation and adjustment of the training program upon the subject's return from her honeymoon in two weeks. Thank you."

He left; the thick, heavy door closed behind him. The nurse turned and smiled at Eileen. "Well, it's just you and me now. How's that?" She moved briskly, removed something Eileen couldn't see from the tray. "Let's get you properly drugged here." A tearing sound, the cool wetness of an alcohol pad on the inside of her arm, then a sharp, sudden sting. Eileen flinched and turned just in time to see her move away, an empty hypodermic needle in her hand.

"What...what did..."

"Don't worry. It's just a mild sedative, with a little something to suppress your memories. In a little while, you won't be able to remember the last hour or so. We don't want to spoil the surprise on your wedding night, right?" She stood over the table and looked down, a smile on her face. Her hands brushed Eileen's face.

"You know," she said thoughtfully, "right now, I can do anything I want to you." Her fingertips ran lightly down Eileen's neck, caressed her shoulder. "Normally, I'm not supposed to interact with the patients in any way that might interfere with their training. But you..." Her fingers traced the curve of Eileen's breast. "Soon you won't remember anything about what I'm doing. So I could do whatever I liked, and I wouldn't get in trouble for it."

Eileen quivered, too spent to cry. "Please," she said hoarsely. Her vision swam; she felt lightheaded, disconnected. "Please don't hurt me."

Samantha laughed. Her hand left her captive's body. "I'm not going to do anything to you. That can wait for later. I just wanted you to know that I could."

Her voice seemed to fade as she spoke. A heavy fog seemed to roll in over Eileen's mind, making understanding difficult. Eileen struggled to focus on what she was saying; she felt that there was something wrong, something she should be doing, but she couldn't seem to quite grasp what it was. Everything felt far away, detached, as though it were happening to someone else. The woman became a dim presence, somewhere on the periphery of Eileen's awareness. Something soft and wet touched her face; what was it? A towel, that's what it was. The woman was washing her face.

The fog thickened. The woman was still talking, her voice indistinct, unintelligible. She barely noticed the sharp sting when the nurse drew a vial of blood from her arm; even when the woman unstrapped her from the table and helped her dress, she could not focus on her surroundings. As she stood, the room shifted around her; the nurse put a hand on her back to steady her. "That's it. Take your time, sweetmeat. You're going to be woozy for a while."

She led Eileen out of the examination room and down the hall to the waiting room, helped her sit in a chair. "Wait here. I'll be right back." She left her patient, moved to the glass partition. "Meredith, can you do me a favor and type up this patient's training program? Also, set up a return visit in two weeks. I need to go put her kit together."

The receptionist smiled brightly and opened her appointment book as the nurse disappeared back behind the door. Eileen sat alone, trying to recall where she was. Was there something she should be doing? Someone had told her to wait; that's what it was. She was waiting for something.

She heard people talking in the distance, sensed vaguely that they were doing things. Something to do with her? She felt that it was, but she was not sure what, or how.

She felt like she must have dozed for a moment; the next thing she knew, the nurse-what was her name again?---was standing beside her with a compact leather case, a little smaller than a briefcase, but thicker. "Here you go. Take this." She pushed it into Eileen's hands; Eileen stared at it blankly. "Give it to your fiancée. And here's your reminder card for your next appointment."

Eileen shook her head, but the cobwebs wouldn't clear. She took the case and the card mechanically. Behind her, she heard the front door open. What was she waiting for?

"Ah, there she is," a voice called out. A familiar voice... She furrowed her brow; the shadows lifted slightly. Anthony! That's what it was! She was waiting for Anthony to come and pick her up.

He hugged her briefly, kissed her on the forehead. "So how did it go? Did she give you any trouble?"

The nurse laughed. "No trouble, but you're going to have a lot of work to do with this one. She's not going to be an easy subject." Something about the word "subject" reminded Eileen of something. What was it? She had the feeling she'd heard that word used that way, if she could just clear the fog out of her head.

"Her preliminary report is in the case, along with some additional items you'll find useful. The doctor would like to see her when you get back from your honeymoon for a followup evaluation."

He nodded. "I'll make sure she gets here." He turned and offered Eileen his arm. "Shall we go?"

She leaned heavily against him and let him walk her out to the car. Rain fell; the steady patter on the roof of the car soon lulled her to sleep. Her dreams were filled with vague shapes, standing over her, doing uncomfortable things to her, always remaining just out of her reach.





Training Ch. 01



...and she jerked awake, with a start, covered in a sheen of sweat, to the sound of Anthony's quiet breathing beside her. 

The third time this happened, on the eve of their wedding, she lay in bed trembling, and sleep would not find her again. Tightness gripped her chest; she felt a quivering in her belly, and felt a sense of strange, indefinable longing. The dream had been so vivid, she could almost feel the hands still on her body, taste the warm and slightly salty fluid in her mouth...

She ran her palms flat over her breasts, and discovered with surprise that her nipples were hard. The longing increased. She moved one hand down between her legs, and her fingers found wetness. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and her heartbeat quickened. Carefully, slowly, afraid to wake her fiancée, she parted her legs and slipped her fingers between the folds of her labia. She masturbated quickly, her head still filled with visions of penetrating tentacles, and sighed softly as she came.

Instantly, shame and revulsion filled her. She turned on her side, away from Anthony, and closed her eyes. She drifted into a restless sleep, but the dream did not return.

The morning of the wedding dawned with a watery sun partly hidden in a threatening sky. Eileen's mother fretted about the weather, concerned that rain would ruin the day; Eileen herself remained quiet, reserved. The memory of the night before, her perverse dream and what she'd done afterward, lingered; she feared the dream meant she was some kind of sexual deviant, and worried what might happen if Anthony somehow found out. Had he awakened when she touched herself? Was he, even now, having second thoughts about marrying her, unwilling to be with a woman who would do something so filthy? He had left already, gone to the church early with his friends; her mother bustled about, adjusting her dress and fretting about the weather, and Eileen found herself detached, scarcely even paying attention as her mother turned her this way and that in front of the mirror.

"Did you see that man of yours this morning? He looks so handsome in a tuxedo! No, of course you didn't. It's bad luck for a bride and groom to see each other before the wedding. It's tradition, you know. That's what's wrong with these younger people today. Tradition. I do hope it doesn't rain. Rain would ruin everything. We don't want to get your dress wet! I hope the limousine shows up on time. I sent your father to call the limo driver. They should be here early. It's just not right, making a woman wait on her wedding day. Turn a little this way, dearie. Eileen? Are you listening to your mother?"

"What?" She blinked and shook herself. "I'm sorry. I was thinking about other things."

Her mother's face creased into a smile. "Oh, that's all right. This is a big day for you! Your father and I are so proud of you. I'm sorry to be carrying on like this."

Eileen smiled back. "It's okay, mom. Everything will be fine." Somewhere deep inside her, a nagging feeling told her there was something she was forgetting. Something important. Something about the honeymoon, perhaps? She couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Her father came in to announce that the limousine had arrived. The nagging voice in the back of her mind disappeared, and she swept up the train of the dress and hurried out the front door.

Her mother's fears proved unfounded; the sun's rays had burned away the forbidding clouds, and by the time they arrived at the church, the midmorning sun streamed down in all its glory.

The ceremony went flawlessly. Eileen's mother sat in the front row and glowed with pride as Eileen walked down the aisle with her father, cried in happiness as she and Anthony, resplendent in his tuxedo, exchanged their "I dos." Afterward, the entire crowd of people, nearly sixty in all, descended on the banquet hall for the reception.

The afternoon was a jumbled whirlwind of activity. Eileen's mother fretted over the time; "I know the airline tells you to be at the airport two hours early. You're flying overseas; shouldn't you get there even earlier than that? Maybe you should leave now. Is four hours too early? Did you remember your passports? I knew it was a bad idea for you to leave straight from the reception. What if you left something at home? You won't have time to stop and get it. Did you leave anything at home?"

Anthony's friend and best man Robert, who'd traveled from Chicago for the wedding, offered a long, rambling toast, filled with in-jokes and very slightly off-color comments that made Eileen's mother harrumph and give him disapproving looks. He ended on a more seriously: "As Anthony and Eileen travel forward together as husband and wife, they will face surprises and challenges as they adapt to their new roles. I am certain that they have it within them to adjust to these changes, and will ultimately find happiness in their new lives. To Anthony and Eileen!"

The guests applauded, drank champagne, danced. The photographer took pictures of the two of them, their family, and the guests; the guests took pictures of the two of them and each other. Eileen's mother became obsessed with the clock, and grew more and more agitated until finally she couldn't take it any more. "Off! Go! Both of you! Right now! You need to get to the airport! Do you have your passports? Go!" Anthony laughed and humored her, and bade Eileen to change for the flight. He commended her wedding dress and the tuxedo into the care of her mother, task done, he took Eileen by the arm, and escorted her to the waiting limousine. 

The trip to the airport went quickly. Anthony had packed an astonishing quantity of luggage including a very large steamer trunk locked with a heavy padlock, whose contents were a complete mystery. He paid a skycap to cart them to the ticket counter, and checked them in with the agent. They cleared security and customs with ample time, and waited at the terminal, tickets in hand.

"Do you feel any different, now that you're officially my wife?"

She smiled. "Not really, no. I feel the same as I did this morning, only maybe a little more tired."

He chuckled. "Oh, I'm sure you will. I have plans for you this evening."

She slapped his hand. "Anthony! Stop that!"

"Stop what?" he asked innocently.

She lowered her voice. "Stop referring to sex! There are other people here."

"How do you know I was referring to sex?"

She looked away without answering.

Presently, they boarded and were on their way. The layover in Newark was brief, and before long, the plane was winging over the ocean. Eileen, exhausted, Settled back in her seat, and soon fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, where she remained for most of the flight.

They arrived midmorning London time. They were greeted by the driver from the hotel where they'd booked their stat; Anthony struggled with the pile of baggage, wrestled it into the van, and they made their way through busy streets. Eileen watched the city go by with wonder and awe; this was her first time out of the United States, and everything seemed strange and exotic. The buildings of the theatre district slid by the windows. 

When they arrived, the driver helped Anthony unload the baggage. Eileen listened entranced as Anthony spoke to a man behind the desk about their reservations; everything about the place, from the accents of the hotel staff to the unfamiliar road signs on the street, seemed to reinforce the sense that they were in an exotic, faraway land. Se was almost disappointed when he finished checking in and they rode up to the penthouse suite.

The disappointment vanished as they stepped into the penthouse. It was huge; larger than the first apartment she'd lived in. Five huge, floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room offered a breathtaking view of London, and gave the penthouse an open, spacious air. A huge flat-screen television dominated one wall; the room even had its own office, with an equally stunning view. The bedroom, tastefully appointed in white and muted colors, sported the largest bed she'd ever seen.

Anthony pushed the baggage into the closet. "Do you like this place?"

"I love it!" she burbled. She jumped into his arms and kissed him deeply. "This place is gorgeous! I can hardly wait to go out and explore!"

"Plenty of time for that later," he smiled. "I think we need to unpack and get settled in first. Why don't you take a bath? We've been on the plane for eleven hours. I'll get everything put away."

She trotted into the bathroom, tiled in pale pink stone, and let out a yelp of glee. "Wow! Did you see the tub in here? It's gigantic!" He smiled as he hung clothes in the closet.

She stripped and drew a bath. The tub was enormous, and very comfortable; the hotel had thoughtfully provided a wide variety of bath salts and bubble bath, and she relaxed in the fragrant water and let the tension flow out of her. She stayed there for a long time, daydreaming about what the city might show her. Two weeks hardly seemed like enough time to explore such a magical place.

Her mind wandered, back over the wedding and the reception. The nagging feeling came back to visit; what was she forgetting? She was certain she'd remembered to pack everything, but still, that voice told her there was something else she should be remembering,..

She shook her head d pushed the feeling back. Whatever it was, it was too late now; if she had forgotten something, she'd have to replace it here or do without. She rose from the tub, rinsed, dried, slipped into one of the plush white bathrobes hanging in the bathroom. "Anthony," she sang as she walked into the bedroom, "let's go out! I want to explore..."

The words died on her lips. Anthony was sitting on the bed smiling, naked save for the towel wrapped around his waist. He'd scattered rose petals around the floor, and placed a row of small candles around the bed. The lighting in the room was a subdued, soothing blue.

He rose and took her in his arms. "The city can wait, don't you think?" he whispered softly; she felt his breath on her neck as he nuzzled her. She moaned, weak-kneed. He turned her gently in his arms, kissed the back of her neck sensuously. His hands descended to her waist, untied the sash of her robe. He parted it, slipped it from her body. She tried to turn to face him; his hands on her shoulders stopped her. "Lie down."

She walked over to the bed and stretched out on it; one finger beckoned him over. He smiled and held up a small bottle. "Turn over."

She rolled over face down; he knelt on the bed over her, straddling her waist. She felt him shift as he opened the bottle, smelled peaches and honeysuckle. Something warm drizzled down her back, then his hands caressed her shoulders. She smiled and closed her eyes as she relaxed under his hands.

He massaged her shoulders, strong and skillful hands warm on her body. His hands worked slowly down her back, kneading muscles tired from the long flight. He poured some more oil into his palms, then worked the small of her back, steady and thorough. She sighed with pleasure when his hands worked their magic on her buttocks, and made their way down the backs of her legs. By the time he reached her feet, she was nearly asleep.

"Turn over." He helped her roll over, drizzled more oil down her body, between her breasts. Softly, gently, his hands caressed her collarbone, slid down over her breasts, moved back up her sides. She moaned and arched her back as they repeated the journey, pressing her breasts into his hands.

"Does that feel good?"

"Oh, God, yes. It feels wonderful!"

He smiled. "Good. Here, put your arms over your head." He took her hands in his, raised her arms, placed her hands gently on the edge of the bed above her head. "There. Just like that."

"Why?"

"So I can do this." He reached beneath the bed, brought out two lengths of chain, each ending in a wide, bright metal cuff, padded on the inside with thin leather. Before she could respond, he had locked the cuffs around her wrists.

"Hey!" She pulled on her wrists, but the chains were fastened securely beneath the bed, and they would no come free. A strong feeling of déjà vu took her, and she felt a touch of irrational fear. "Take these off!"

He moved down to the foot of the bed, drew another chain from beneath it, grabbed her ankle tightly. She squirmed and twisted as he cuffed her ankle. The fear turned to panic; she felt that there was something wrong, something she couldn't remember. "Anthony, I mean it! I don't like this! Take these off!"

He crossed to the other side of the bed, grabbed her other ankle. She fought and kicked like a wildcat as he struggled to chain it down; twice, she drove her foot into his stomach, causing him to let out a "whoof!" of surprise. Finally, he took her ankle in both hands, pinned her foot to the bed, and sat on her as he attached the manacle. He was panting with exertion when he stepped back to examine his handiwork.

She thrashed and struggled against her bonds. "Let me go! This is not funny! I don't want this! Take these off of me right now!"

He sat on the edge of the bed next to her. "You are a very beautiful woman," he said. He reached out and touched her breast lightly; she twisted away and glared at him. "Oh, yes. You're going to make a great fuck toy."

She stopped moving, shocked, and looked at him with venom in her eyes. "What did you just say?"

"I said," he repeated, "you're going to make a great fuck toy." He gripped her upper arm tightly, turned her body toward him, and squeezed her breast. "I'm going to enjoy using you for sex."

"How dare you! How dare you talk to me that way! Get your hands off of me, you filthy pig! I mean it!"

He released her and arched an eyebrow. "Filthy pig? That's not very nice." His hand pressed between her legs; even as she squirmed to get away, he shoved three fingers roughly into her. She screamed.

"If I'm a filthy pig, then what does that make you? You're wet down here. I think your body likes this. What kind of little whore gets turned on by being chained down against her will?"

"Stop it! Why are you doing this to me? Stop!"

He slid his fingers from her and wiped them on her thigh. "I suggest you consider your position. I don't think you really ought to be telling me what to do." He grinned, relaxed and confident. "Let me be very clear here, so there's no misunderstanding. I am not going to stop. I'm going to use you for sexual pleasure. I am going to fuck you," a subtle emphasis on the word, "whenever I want, however I want, whether you want me or not. From this point forward, you exist to serve my sexual needs. Your job is to give up your body for sex. You wanted to be a stay-at-home wife; this is how you will earn your keep."

"I will not! Let me go, you...you...pervert!"

He laughed. "Let you go? No. I want you to tell me that you're my sex slave and you want my cock in you."

"Absolutely not!"

"You don't want my cock inside you?"

"No!"

"Well, then. We'll put something else inside you instead." He lifted a dark, leather-bound case, about the size of a briefcase, from beneath the bed and set it on the nightstand. The feeling of déjà vu returned; she was sure she'd never seen it before, but it looked familiar anyway. The panic increased.

He drew a small gold key from around his neck and unlocked the case. He flipped open the lid, took something out of the case, and sat down on the bed again.

"What are you doing?"

He showed her a large, egg-shaped object with a cord coming out of it. "If you don't want my cock inside you, I'm going to put something else there instead."

"What is that? Some kind of sex toy? I don't use sex toys! Don't you dare touch me with that!"

He grabbed her thighs tightly and pushed them apart. "You're dripping, little whore. I can see your juices running out of you. I won't even have to lube this up. You want it that badly." He picked up the egg and shoved it into her, not gently. The shock paralyzed her for a second, then she shrieked and burst into tears.

He turned a wheel on the battery pack. The vibrator came to life, buzzing inside her. She thrashed and wept. "Take it out of me! Please!"

Anthony stood and pulled up a chair next to the bed. He sat down, adjusted the chair for the best view, and watched her. She shook and struggled against the chains as tears streamed down her face. "Take it out! Take it out!"

He leaned back in the chair, smiling, watching her struggle. She thrust her hips in the air, trying to dislodge the buzzing toy; from his vantage point, it looked like she was fucking an invisible partner.

She writhed and twisted, heedless of the hard metal manacles digging into her wrists and ankles. He ignored her screams and pleas, and sat patiently, waiting. Slowly, her struggles grew more feeble as she exhausted herself, until finally, she could do nothing but lie still on the bed, weeping.

He turned up the vibrator. She twitched and moaned. "Please, please stop," she whimpered. She had heard stories about women who used such things, about how they became desensitized to regular sex, or worse yet, became desperate sex addicts, unable to think about anything else. The stories had made her, long ago, resolve never to use such things, nor to spend time with those who did. Her body shook with her sobs. "Please..."

He leaned forward. "Tell me that you're my sex slave and you want my cock."

"No!"

He smiled and sat back again. Her sobbing gradually subsided; the vibrations inside her continued, relentless, wearing her down. She clenched involuntarily around the hard, smooth object, and the vibrations grew, became a tingle in her belly. She moaned softly in spite of herself.

He waited. Little by little, the tingle became stronger. Her nipples grew taut; wetness leaked from her. She felt a subtle longing, a quiet desire that slowly dampened and replaced her fear. The thing inside her thrummed, fanned the desire into a sense of raging, desperate need. She sighed and moaned as her hips rocked up and down.

"Yes. That's it. It's better if you don't fight it." He sat on the bed beside her and reached to touch her. She flinched and shuddered as his fingers lightly touched her thigh.

"Good girl. Take it." One finger parted her folds; she gasped as he found her clit. "This feels good, doesn't it?"

She pulled weakly at the chains and turned her head away from him. "No," she whimpered. "Please. I don't like it."

"I don't care." He moved his finger in circles against her. The constant buzz chipped away at her resolve, and the tingle in her belly grew, spread through her legs. Soon her hips were rocking again, and she threw back her head and moaned. He pressed harder. "Say you're my sex slave and you want my cock."

She whimpered wordlessly and ground her hips against his finger.

"Say it!"

"Please...please..." The need consumed her. Her body was on fire; she could think of nothing but the vibration inside her. She clenched and thrust her hips upward. "Please!"

He grabbed the cord and in one single instant pulled the vibrator out of her. His hand gripped her breast tightly. "Say it!"

"Ow! Stop! You're hurting me!"

He pushed three fingers roughly inside her. His grip tightened on her breast. "Say it!"

"Please, it hurts!"

"Yes, it does." He thrust his fingers savagely in and out as he twisted her breast hard. "Now say it!"

"Okay!" Sobs wracked her body. "I-I'm your slave! I want your cock! Please stop hurting me!"

He released her, slid his fingers free. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" he asked mildly. "Eventually, you'll obey me quickly. You are here for my sexual use, and I will punish you for failure to perform." He stood and dropped the towel from around his waist. "Now I am going to give you what you want."

He crawled on top of her, slid his arms under her body, held her tightly against him, crushing her body to his. She turned her face to the side and trembled. He moved his hips carefully against her, lining the head of his erect penis to the dripping entrance of her sex. "No, please don't..."




Training Ch. 01



His hips moved hard, slammed against her. She screamed as he violated her, and began crying again. "It hurts!" she wailed. "Please stop!"

He was not gentle, but he was very thorough. She wept and struggled uselessly as he took her, and the tingle and longing grew powerfully, irresistibly. He held her tightly and thrust over and over, hard, demanding. Her screams changed as her body betrayed her, and in the end, she returned his thrusts, lifting her hips to meet him. A hard, jagged explosion, pleasure and pain and longing and shame, blossomed inside her. When it was gone, she lay limply in his arms, her breathing ragged.

He carefully disengaged and sat up. He released the cuffs on her wrists, and she turned on her side toward him and curled up, her face sweaty and tear-streaked. He caressed her softly, pulled her close, rested his head on her shoulder. "There, now, was that so bad?"

She nodded weakly. "You hurt me."

"Did it feel good?"

She nodded again and pulled closer to him. He held her and rocked her gently back and forth until her tears stopped flowing.

"I want you to do something for me." He straightened and pulled her closer. She turned her head to look up at him. "I want you to put my penis in your mouth."

"I...I guess I can do that...as long as you don't..."

"As long as I don't what?"

"As long as you don't...you know...when it's in my mouth."

"Shh." He stroked her hair gently, drew closer to her. "Don't worry." He guided her head, brought his erection to her lips. She shook nervously, opened her mouth reluctantly. He slipped the head of his penis gently between her lips. "Don't worry about a thing. Of course I'm going to come in your mouth. That's what it's there for."

She tried to pull away. Instantly, his hand went to the back of her head, preventing her escape. She made a strangled sound and tried to push him away. He batted her hands aside easily and drove deep into her mouth. She coughed and gagged. Tears welled in her eyes; undeterred, he shoved his glistening cock deeper, making her choke.

She tried to twist aside, succeeded only in turning onto her back. He followed her, climbing onto the bed, and knelt over her head. This position offered him an even greater advantage, enabled him to rape her mouth with vigor. She choked on his erection as he stuffed her mouth over and over again, until his own pleasure overcame him and he erupted. She struggled frantically, desperate to escape, as a torrent of warm, thick goo filled her mouth to overflowing.

When he was finished, he released his hold on her and rose. His cock slipped out, trailing wetness. Her throat worked as she tried to speak. "Buh..." Thick white liquid spilled from her mouth. "Guh..." 

He moved to the foot of the bed, gripped her waist firmly, and flipped her face-down. As easily as if he were repositioning a sack of potatoes, he slid her body down the bed. She offered no resistance as he maneuvered her until she was kneeling on the floor, bent over the foot of the bed. With deft, sure motions, he buckled a wide, heavy cuff around each of her thighs, then hooked a length of chain from each cuff to the foot of the bed to hold her in place. He pulled the chains tight, forcing her legs apart as she knelt.

"Wha..." she choked. More white goo spilled out of her mouth, soaking into the sheets. "What are you going to do to me?"

He did not respond, but instead adjusted the length of the chains attached to the head of the bed, quick, businesslike. He bound her wrists, then pulled the chains tight. When he finished, she was chained to the foot of the bed, bent over, knees on the floor, body flat on the bed, arms stretched over her head, legs wide, face down. He knelt beside her, ran his hands over her back.

"I am going to train you," he said. His hands caressed her softly, gently, a stark contrast to the roughness with which he'd raped her. "I am going to teach your body to accept whatever I do to it." His hands moved over the curve of her butt. He slipped his fingers between her cheeks and gently pried her open. The tip of his index finger lightly touched the entrance to her anus. "That includes right here." He increased the pressure very slightly, felt her muscles close to keep him out.

"No!" She screamed and struggled violently against her bonds, panic lending her strength. "Not that. Not there. Please, please, I'm begging you, no!"

He laughed and stood. "Now what kind of sex slave would you be if you didn't take it in the ass?" He turned to the briefcase, brought out a small padded leather satchel. He set it down on the bed next to her and flipped it open. Neatly arranged inside were seven dull gray metal rods, blunt-tipped, each about six inches long, slightly curved, each ending in a flared round base. They were fitted into the satchel in small leather loops, in order of increasing diameter, the smallest about as big as a pencil, the largest nearly three inches wide. He caressed the largest one in its case. "By the time our honeymoon is over, you'll be taking this one easily."

"No! Please, you'll ruin me!"

"Shh. Nonsense." He resumed stroking and massaging her back. "You're not made of silly putty. Your body just needs to be trained to accept it, that's all." His voice was soothing. "I'm not going to make you take the biggest one today. Now try to relax. It will go easier if you relax."

"No, please," she whimpered, "I'm not one of those...I'm not that kind of girl..."

"What kind of girl is that?" he asked, amused. He continued the massage tenderly. "The kind of girl who gets it up the ass? You are now. By the time your training is done, you'll even enjoy it." His hands kept working, pressing and kneading her shoulders and back. Soon, she felt a kind of numb helplessness set in; her struggles ceased, and she relaxed beneath his touch.

"There, that's better." He picked up a tube from the case, She felt his fingers spread her ass cheeks, felt the cool wet slickness as he squeezed the lube generously over her ass. He removed the smallest probe from the case. Her breath quickened with fear, and she flinched as he pressed the blunt end of the probe against the entrance to her anus.

"Don't fight it," he said. She tensed and braced herself, expecting him to shove it in, but that hard shove never came. Instead, he pressed gently, working the probe back and forth in tiny motions. His other hand slipped between her legs, and his fingers stroked her pussy. "You are very wet, little whore. Your body likes this."

She made a small sound of denial and shame. He kept stroking, working his fingers over her clit patiently. The minutes ticked by; he held the probe against her anus, steady, unhurried, waiting for the inevitable. Wetness dripped around his fingers. He slid the tip of one finger directly over the hard nub of her clitoris, and she moaned. The sound of her moan rang in her ears, and she flushed, humiliated by the way her body had turned on her. Butterflies danced in her stomach; ashamed, she felt her hips rocking back to meet his fingers.

He slowly increased the pressure on the rigid metal probe. She felt her sphincter muscles twitch; then, suddenly, they opened, and the probe slid in. She cried out at this new and unfamiliar violation. The probe penetrated her deeply, without resistance, until it had slid in all the way to the base.

"Good. That's good. Doesn't that feel nice, little whore?"

She buried her face in the sheets, and her shoulders shook with her sobs. The inflexible metal probe was an alien invasion, cold and smooth and unyielding, and she could not escape it. The worst thing of all, though, was that it did not hurt. She'd expected it to hurt, wanted it to hurt, to reassure her that she wouldn't like it, that she was not the kind of person who would enjoy the feeling of something in her ass. The idea that she might like it was too much to bear; her tears soaked the smooth white sheets.

His fingers continued their relentless stroking. She tried to bury her face more deeply, pressing her head further down between her outstretched and bound arms. He patted the probe shoved so obscenely up her ass; the sensation took her breath away. He smiled.

"It does feel good, doesn't it? It's okay, little whore. You can enjoy it. It's not your fault. You have no choice." He patted the end of the probe harder, rapid little taps that sent ripples of pleasure spreading through her. She trembled and moaned again through her tears.

He slowly worked his fingers away from her pussy, tapped harder still on the end of the probe. A little jolt like an electric shock accompanied each tap; her chest tightened. The tingle became a need, tinged with desperation; she felt wetness roll down ter thigh, and she pushed her hips back, frantic, longing to feel his fingers again, finding only empty air.

His steady patting on the thin, hard probe became maddening. She whimpered and thrust back against it in desperate need. He held her here, balanced on the razor's edge of release, and still it would not come. She rocked her hips in short, sharp jerks, feeling inflexible metal inside her with every motion, and still it would not come.

"You love this, don't you? Are you going to come for me, little whore?"

"I can't!" she wailed.

"Hm. Maybe you need more." He stopped patting and slid the probe quickly out of her. She twisted and cried out and gyrated her hips uselessly, clenching around the emptiness. He chuckled at her distress. "Calm down. Don't worry, I'm going to give you what you need. Now let's see." He opened the satchel again, and his hand hovered over the next larger probe. He hesitated, then passed it over, chose the one next to it. "Your body seems to like this. Let's see how far we can push it."

He picked up the tube, squeezed another generous dollop of lube on her ass, worked it in with his fingers. She whimpered and moaned and pushed herself back against his fingers; he chuckled again. "This will be a lot better than fingers. You'll see."

He picked up the probe he'd chosen, roughly an inch in diameter, and slid it between her ass cheeks. He positioned the smooth, round end against the entrance to her anus, and pressed his hand flat against the small of her back to hold her still. "Hold on, here it comes!"

He gave her a brief moment to prepare, then pushed, hard. She threw back her head and shrieked as her anus stretched around it. "Stop! It hurts!"

He ignored her, pressed steadily until it had impaled her up to the base. He held it there, allowing her body time to adapt to the invasion, and stroked her hair gently. "There, now. Doesn't that feel better?"

She panted and gasped. The initial shock of pain at the penetration faded, leaving a stretching and a sense of fullness behind. Her heart pounded, and she throbbed and contracted around unyielding metal at every beat. "Please take it out..."

"Not until you come." He leaned over her and kissed the back of her neck delicately. His hand caressed her outstretched arms. "You poor thing, all tied down and spread out and fucked. But I'm not finished with you yet." He tapped on the base of the probe; this time, the shockwaves of pleasure were mixed with pain and a steady sense of pressure.

The discomfort did nothing to prevent the tingle from growing in her belly, spreading through her legs. Something had given way inside her, and she no longer even tried to resist. The feeling mounted quickly, and soon, with a will of their own, her hips were moving again.

Even then, relief from her need remained out of reach. He patted firmly, and she shook and trembled with longing; the tightness coiled around her, and would not let go. He gripped the end of the probe and thrust it in and out of her with long strokes, causing her to cry out at every thrust, and still it would not let go. She squeezed around the hard metal and thrust back to meet him, fucking herself on the invading probe, and her orgasm eluded her.

"You still need more, don't you, little whore? You can't get enough." He picked up the egg-shaped vibrator. "Let's see if this does the trick." Without preamble, he shoved it roughly inside her dripping snatch. She gasped and shook as stars danced in her vision. He turned it on to its maximum setting, and resumed the hard, insistent fucking with the probe.

She squirmed and screamed, feeling unbearably stuffed. She could feel the hard egg pressing against unyielding metal through a thin wall of flesh. The vibrations of the buzzing vibrator made the probe come alive; she contracted involuntarily around it, and cried out as the vibrations spread through her. The orgasm came, finally, ripping through her body like molten fire, and as she clenched and tightened, pain lashed through her, too. She bucked her hips wildly and impaled herself as deeply as she could and rode the wrenching waves of ecstasy to a place more intense than any she had ever known.

When it was over, she crashed back to earth in a shock. Her shoulders burned from the way her arms were stretched over her. The thick metal object in her ass was a dull, ceaseless ache. The manacles bit into her wrists. "Please," she whispered, "it hurts."

He slid the probe out of her ass, and she yelped as it came free. He turned off the vibrator, pulled it from her with a slurping sound. She made weak mewling noises as he unfastened her bonds, too weak to move. He sat on the floor beside the bed and drew her onto his lap; she curled up around him, and he held her silently for a long time.

Finally, some small amount of strength flowed back into her She opened her eyes and looked up at him, able at last to speak. "Why?"

He brushed a stray hair away from her eyes, looked down at her. "Because I can." He smiled. "Because your body likes being a fuck toy." He stood, drew her to her feet. "Now go shower and get cleaned up, little whore. The day is still young, and there's more training yet to do. But first, we're going shopping."



Training Ch. 02



I did try the position described here a couple of times but a word of warning - It is not easy unless you are used to doing it without the sex bit and we only tried it where there were soft mats to fall on if it went wrong!

Juliette led the way and Dave followed her down the stairs to the unisex changing rooms and seeing the coast was clear they quickly chose a shower cubicle and once the warm water was flowing Dave was in trouble. 

There were just too many parts of Juliette's body that they wanted to explore. He started off by washing her hair and face but quickly moved on to soaping up her breasts and hard nipples while enjoying the feeling of her ass rubbing against his balls and prick. Had Dave not cum so much a few minutes earlier he would have been rock hard in seconds. 

After a few minutes he moved his hands down to her ass while his mouth and tongue took over on the nipples. One hand started work washing Juliette's shaven cunt. Juliette moaned softly as Dave's slippery hand first rubbed all the surrounding bare skin before his fingers, still covered in soap started to play with her outer lips. She could feel her juices starting to flow again as his fingers moved deeper still. Soon the soap was all washed away but Juliette's own lubrication was more than up to the job as Dave's fingers pushed deep inside her, his thumb idly rubbing her clitoris. 

It felt to Juliette like no time at all till she was desperate to cum and all at once her vaginal muscles clamped hard on The intruding digits as she pushed her hips forward.

Hearing a couple of people talking in the changing rooms Juliette whispered in Dave's ear. Liking the idea he whispered back, "How did you know that was one of my fantasies?"

"I saw you looking at Sophia's crotch when you were working with her last week." She answered, suppressing a giggle before adding, "But I'm the one who gets to try it out!"

One of the balances they did was that he would hold her shoulders as she did a handstand on his knees and he would lean back to balance against the weight of her body. Dave had often been aware of the proximity of his flyer's sex to his mouth and tongue in this position. 

Together they worked out how they were going to get into the position in the cramped space of the shower cubicle. 

After a couple of minutes Juliette crouched on the floor with her hands on Dave's knees as he squatted down with his hands under her shoulders. Juliette lifted first one foot then the other onto his thighs and then walked her feet up Dave's abdomen and chest. Once in position she kept her legs bent at the knees so as not to attract attention with her legs sticking up above the door to the cubicle! 

"Don't fucking drop me! There aren't any soft mats here." Juliette's warning just reached Dave's ears as his tongue started to lick the shaved area surrounding her cunt. 

Juliette pushed forward to reach the cock she wanted to taste. It had shrunk while they were concentrating on getting into the balance but was now starting to grow again. She licked the head, encouraging it further until it had grown enough to suck the head into her willing lips. Dave pushed his hips forward as far as he could without losing the balance, at the same time running his tongue just inside Juliette's opening flower.

Taking his tongue away for a few seconds Dave gazed upon Juliette's sex. As he blew gently on it, he saw the subtly changing colours as the blood flow increased along with the puffiness of her lips. Delving deeper now with his tongue he responded to the growing urgency he felt below. As he swirled and poked, his bottom lip was working on her engorged clitoris.

Dave's sense of humour had often been a source of trouble to him, both at work and in his relationships but at the same time it was a big part of what made him popular, so he didn't make any great efforts to curb it even when he knew he should.

Now was one of these times. Even as his climax was approaching fast, Dave took his tongue away again to look at Juliette's gorgeous cunt and asked, "Did you model for Georgia O'keefe?" 

Now, none of his previous girlfriends would have had a clue what he was on about but Juliette with her degree in art knew all about Georgia's paintings that were an ambiguity which could be seen as vaginas or flowers and had even seen some of the originals as part of her education.

She burst into another fit of giggles just as Dave suddenly found himself unable to hold back any longer and exploded into her mouth. Juliette choked for a second, coughed and trying without much success to suppress her laughter, even as she fought to keep her arms locked straight shouted, "You stupid bastard! I'll get you for that. I could have bitten your fucking cock off!" 

Sensing the danger Dave meanwhile pushed his upper body forward to support Juliette and grabbed her round the waist with his arms, pulling her tits hard against his stomach and her snatch hard against his mouth with which he started to suck any part of her lips he could reach and then tasting her fanny juice. 

Amazingly, given that they had just fucked upstairs Juliette was still sucking the last of his cum that was pulsing weakly at the end of his orgasm. Dave moved back to her clitoris and a minute or two later was rewarded by a flood of juice as Juliette clamped her legs around his head, her moans fortunately muffled by her own head being pressed tight against Dave's now once more flaccid organ and balls.

Much as Dave would have loved to fuck in the shower he knew that after cumming twice in such a short space of time it would be a while before he could manage it so after ensuring Juliette was washed clean of his cum they dried each other off and reluctantly got dressed. 

As they left the changing rooms they both saw one of the two people who had entered earlier sitting there, Sophia! 

Sophia had clearly heard some of what they had been doing, for she asked, "Did you two just have sex in the shower?"

Juliette answered for them both with a straight face, "NO!" and even managed to look a little shocked at the suggestion.

Dave then totally wrecked her composure as he added, "In the Clintonian sense of the word, 'NO.'"



Training Ch. 02



Author's Note:

The first chapter of this story generated a surprisingly large amount of email. The email was almost perfectly divided into two groups: people who loved the story, and people who hated it.

The people who hated it were also almost perfectly divided into two camps: people who thought it wasn't nearly extreme enough, and people who said 'OMG you sick bastard, how could you want to do stuff like this?'

To the latter group: This story is a work of fiction, written about characters who do not exist. Using this story as a guideline for real relationships is about like using the movie 'The Bourne Identity' as a guideline for international relations. This story is in the 'non-consent' section because it's about...well, a non-consensual relationship. If you don't like stories about non-consensual sex, perhaps a different section might be more to your liking?

To the people who thought the first chapter wasn't extreme enough: Perhaps this chapter will be more to your tastes. :)

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Eileen stood in the shower for a long time with the water spraying over her body. She felt violated, used, unclean; her husband, the man to whom she had pledged her life, had inexplicably turned on her, demanded that she become his sex slave. She could still feel him inside her, taste him in her mouth, feel the hardness of the metal rod he had shoved in her ass; her breasts ached where he had squeezed them so roughly. And more horrifying than any of this was the memory of how her body had responded...not one but two orgasms, wrenched from her body by the obscene things that he had done to her.

Why had he done this? Why had her body betrayed her this way? The shame of her orgasms compounded the feeling of violation, made her feel still more dirty.

She scrubbed her body over and over again, but the feeling of filth would not wash away. She turned up the hot water until her entire body glowed ruddy, and still she felt dirty. She pulled the showerhead from its bracket and shoved it directly between her legs, wanting to blast herself clean, drive away the sensation and the memory of what had been done to her...

...and her knees buckled. A dizzying wave of arousal and need slammed through her. She sat heavily on the floor of the stall, surprised. The hot stinging spray blasted over her sensitive clitoris, painful, and she felt the rush of an impending orgasm. She cried out and threw the showerhead against the corner of the stall, where it dangled from its hose and flopped around wildly. What if he's right? What if my body does want to be treated like this? What if I really do want to be a sex slave? She sat with her knees up in the corner of the shower and wept while the gyrating showerhead splashed water over her. It took a long time for her sobbing to subside.

At last, she rose, exhausted and numb. She replaced the showerhead, turned off the water, dried herself mechanically. When she had finished, she wrapped another of the terrycloth robes around her, not wanting to let her husband see her naked, and left the bathroom.

Anthony was still naked, and had removed all visible signs of the violations he'd inflicted upon her. The candles and rose petals he had strewn about the floor were gone, along with the chains and manacles that had so recently held her to the bed. Of the half-familiar leather briefcase there was no sign. He smiled when she walked out of the bathroom. "Ah, there you are. You were in there for quite a while. Ready to go out shopping?"

She turned away from him without answering and moved to the closet. He came up behind her, put his hands on her shoulders. She shook them off and reached into the closet. He grabbed her arms tightly, spun her around to face him, and forced her back into the closet. Hanging clothes closed around her as he forced her farther into the closet, until she bumped up against the far wall. He pulled her bathrobe open, pressed the length of his naked body against hers. She struggled against him, tried to push him away; he grabbed her hands in his wrists and pinned them above her head.

Anthony was far stronger than she was, and overpowered her easily. He shifted his grip, pinning her wrists with one hand, and slipped his other hand down her body. She sighed in spite of herself as his hand passed over her breast, and her nipple hardened against his palm.

"You're easy," he said. He drew closer, until his lips touched her ear. His hand slipped lower, pressing between her legs. "They said you were going to be a difficult case, but I don't think that's true at all."

"Who said...ooooh!" His fingers slipped between her labia, caressing her clitoris. He kissed her neck softly, gently, as his fingers played over her with great delicacy. He touched her with exquisite care and consummate skill; the longing reawakened within her, and she closed her eyes and parted her legs, ever so slightly, scarcely even aware of her actions. 

He accepted her invitation; his fingers probed deeper, still with that same extraordinary tenderness. Each motion drew from her a shudder and a moan. So subtly did he bring the pleasure from her that she was not even aware of her approaching orgasm until a gentle wave of ecstasy lifted her and washed away her shame. She sighed deeply and quivered against him, drinking in the heat of his body.

When it was over, he quietly slipped her robe from her shoulders. He took her by the hand and led her naked to the bed. She made no protest as he sat her down gently and pulled the strange briefcase from its hiding place beneath the bed. He opened the case and produced two wide, black rubber straps, which he buckled around her upper thighs. These he locked in place with a pair of tiny padlocks.

"There," he said. He took a tiny key from the case and slipped it around his neck on a fine silver chain. She looked down at the straps, saw two rows of short metal spikes facing inward. Fear stirred inside her, and her heart beat faster. "These will encourage you to sit properly." He placed his hands on her knees, and drew her legs together. "If you try to sit with your legs closed..."

Spikes dug into the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. She gasped and pulled her legs apart. He laughed. "Exactly. Consider them a gentle reminder. From now on, I want you to sit with your legs open at all times. Now, while I have your legs apart..."

He reached into the case and came out with two large, silver metal balls that chimed musically as he turned them in his hand. He nudged her knees open a bit wider and brought the balls between her legs. "Now let's just open you up and..." With a hard push, he shoved both balls into her. She yelped in surprise at the suddenness of the intrusion, and closed her legs tightly as she scrambled away from him. Spikes pressed into soft skin. She cried out and flung her legs apart again. 

"Hold still! I'm not finished yet." He took a black leather belt from the case, which he buckled tightly around her waist. He reached into the case again and withdrew a leather strap with a wide, stubby dildo riveted to its center. 

Her eyes widened as she realized what he intended to do; she squirmed and began struggling in earnest. He gripped her arm tightly and wrestled her down to the bed. He straddled her waist, pinning her down with his weight, facing toward her feet, and allowed her to thrash and flail beneath him as he pulled her legs apart. He hooked one end of the strap to the back of the belt and drew it up between her legs. 

She gasped, feeling a sudden sense of intrusion and fullness, as he forced the dildo into her. The gasp became a wail as he pulled the strap tight between her legs and fastened it to the front of the belt, where it held the dildo stuffed tightly up inside her. He attached another small padlock to the buckle.

"There," he said. "Get dressed. We're going out."

She curled into a ball on the bed. "I...I can't. I can't stand up with this in me!"

"Sure you can!" He took her arm, drew her to her feet. The heavy metal balls shifted position within her, and she gasped again and staggered slightly. As she straightened, she could feel the dildo pressing against the balls, holding them far up inside her.

She took a step, awkwardly, then another. The bands around her thighs, with the row of points facing inward, forced her to hold her legs apart; the stance felt awkward and uncomfortable. As she moved, the balls shifted in her and tapped together, sending small vibrations coursing through her. She whimpered. "I can't!"

He smiled. "You'll get used to it." He moved to the closet, tossed her a skirt, a button-up shirt, stockings, a pair of shoes. "Here, get dressed. I thought you wanted to see London?"

She turned away, face red, and dressed without a word. As she bent to pull on her skirt, the metal objects chimed and against each other within her, and she closed her eyes and moaned. Her nipples hardened.

She took a deep breath, held still until the ripples of sensation quieted. She lifted the shirt from where it lay and twisted it in her hands. "But what about..."

He grinned, anticipating the question. "No bra."

"That's indecent!" Her face turned crimson. "I can't!"

He shrugged. "Suit yourself. No shirt, then."

"I'm not leaving!"

He grabbed her wrist, hard, and half-dragged her to the door. She struggled and fought as he threw it open and dragged her out into the hall. She put her arm across her breasts. "No! People will see!"

"You should get dressed, then," he said mildly.

She glared at him in outrage, met calm dark eyes. Oh my God, he means it! she thought. She stared down at the floor, defeated, arms wrapped tightly around her body. He stood patiently in the hallway, waiting, as she darted back into the room. She finished dressing quickly. Her breasts bobbed underneath her shirt, hanging free, and she shuffled self-consciously back out to meet him.

They headed slowly down the hallway. Her gait was made awkward by the bands and their spikes; she found that she had to hold her legs apart to prevent them from poking her thighs when she walked. Her stride felt unnatural, clumsy.

"It will help if you move your hips more," he said. "Wag your ass. Pretty soon we'll have you walking like a stripper."

She flushed, ashamed. The idea sounded perverted, and entirely unladylike; not the way a proper woman should walk at all. Yet she found she could walk more easily if she followed his advice, even though the gait felt exaggerated, slutty, like the way that disreputable women would walk.

She also quickly discovered that the dildo strapped into her seemed carefully designed to press the steel balls against some very sensitive place inside of her as she moved. Her g-spot? Is that what it was? Every step sent a short, sharp jolt of pleasure through her.

When they reached the street, he took her elbow and increased her pace. She felt exposed, indecent, as they made their way into the mid-afternoon throng of people, Her ass wagged back and forth obscenely as she walked; her nipples strained against the white cotton shirt; with each step, she had to summon her entire force of will to keep from moaning aloud. 

They made it halfway to Trafalgar Square before her control failed.

Waves of pleasure surged at every step. A tightness and a quivering deep inside her warned her of what was about to happen. Her knees buckled and her head swam. Her fingers clutched at his sleeve. "Please, please, I can't keep going. We have to stop. Just for a minute. Please!"

"Why ever for?" he asked. "We still have a ways to go. Keep up!"

Tension coiled through her thighs. She took a step. The steel balls moved; the stubby dildo shifted. She closed her eyes and moaned. Her grip tightened on his arm. "Please!"

He ignored her, hurried her along. Another step, and then another. The balls pressed against that magic place. People hurried around them. Wetness leaked past the strap, dripped down her leg. Another.

She felt a sharp contraction inside her. She gritted her teeth, tried to force it back. No, please, God, no, not here, not in front of all these people... Another step. Musical chimes. Surely everyone around her could hear them, knew what she had inside her! Another. A wave of pleasure, so strong she nearly lost her footing. Another.

And then it took her. Wave after wave of raw, carnal ecstasy crashed over her, and she stopped dead in the middle of the sidewalk and let out a long, loud moan of animal pleasure. People turned toward her, but in that one instant, she was beyond knowing or caring. She clenched around the objects inside her as she came, hard, on a crowded, sunny street in the middle of a city far from home.

In a flash, it peaked and was gone. She stood frozen, praying silently for the earth to open beneath her feet and swallow her whole. People all around her were staring, men smiling, women hostile She wrapped her arms tightly around herself. Anthony had let go of her hand and kept walking, leaving her behind; he was now several paces further down the street. She hurried to catch up with him; the dildo moved in and out jerkily as she ran. He smiled as she caught his hand. "Did that feel good, little whore?"

"I want to go back! I want to go home!"

"I want to go get something to eat. Then I need to find something before we go back."

He led her down the street, indifferent to her suffering. Every step was torment; she was hypersensitive, still throbbing from the orgasm, and the steel balls did not let up. They moved and shifted and pressed and chimed, and she gasped and whimpered as she walked. She closed her eyes, trusting him to guide her, oblivious of her surroundings, and forced herself to put one foot in front of the other. With each footfall, pain and pleasure warred inside her, and she was terrified she might lose control again. 

Something hard bumped against her knees. Her eyes flew open, and the world swam back into focus. Se realized that he had brought them to an open-air café, and led them to an empty table. She sat down hard, overcome with relief and gratitude, and felt the stern prick of small spikes bite into her inner thighs. She yelped and spread her legs.

"Good girl. You stay right there. I'll be right back."

He left to order food, returned with steaming plates. She ate wordlessly, feeling lewd, exposed, and obscene. It seemed to her that every person who passed them by was staring at her, noticing how she sat with her legs apart, seeing her breasts move and sway, thinking her a slut; she ate mechanically, barely tasting her food.

When they had finished and left, she found walking to be much easier. She seemed to be getting the rhythm, a slightly open-legged gait, hips swaying. The balls moved in time, distracting but not overwhelming. "There you go," he said, "now you're moving like a stripper."

He seemed to have a specific goal in mind. For the next hour or so, they ducked into one small store after another, making a wide circuit of the blocks surrounding the hotel. Each time, he conversed briefly with the shopkeeper and left empty-handed. Eileen was too wrapped up in her own internal struggle to wonder what he was looking for, or why.

Finally, he pulled her into a tiny, narrow shop crammed with tall shelves of cooking supplies. The shopkeeper nodded and smiled in response to his question. He passed her some folded bills, and she gave him a small, tightly-wrapped plastic bag. He thanked her and took Eileen by the arm.

"Did you still want to explore?"

She shuddered. Heavy round objects pressed against sensitive places. Her eyes closed; her breathing quickened. "No! I want to go back."

The return trip went much more quickly, in no small measure because of her increasing skill walking without letting sharp metal teeth rake her thighs. Even so, by the time they were within sight of the signature tall, narrow revolving door to the hotel, the sun had settled low in the sky. Her breathing was erratic, as she battled a growing sense of urgency within her; she won the race only narrowly, contractions already building around the steel balls as they crossed the threshold of the hotel. She fled into the relative safety of the elevator and leaned against the wall, panting.

The elevator lifted them smoothly to the top floor, announcing its arrival with a musical chime. He stepped out in front of her, took her by the hand. The door yielded to his key, and he led her back into the penthouse.

As they stepped into the suite, he grabbed her by he shoulders and threw her roughly against the wall. His mouth, hungry, found hers; his tongue pushed its way past her lips, demanding. His hand closed over her breast. She shuddered, moaned, tried to twist away. He dropped his package and took her wrists firmly in his hands. He growled and pinned them beside her; his tongue forced its way deeper. She quivered, helpless; wetness trickled down her thigh.

When he finally broke the kiss, she was flush with need, and her hips ground against his. He smiled, pleased. "Turn around. Face the wall."

She hesitated. He growled again. Strong arms twisted her around. He shoved her hard against the wall, held her there with one hand. "Hold still." He reached into his pocket.

Something slid across her eyes, obscuring her vision. She felt a strap slide snugly behind her head. Her hands flew to her face, and found a smooth, soft leather blindfold. He slapped her hands away. "Don't touch."

He turned her around again. His lips met hers; the kiss began softly, gently, and built very slowly. Coiling tension spread through her as he pressed harder against her; her lips parted this time, inviting the tip of his tongue deeper, and soon the last tattered shreds of her resistance had blown away and she had become a willing partner, kissing him back deeply, passionately. She felt the heat of his hands on her sides, the firmness of his body against her; a giddy rush passed over her, and she contracted around the balls still within her and nearly came right there against the wall.

His fingers rose to her throat, unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. Her breath caught, and a tiny jolt of fear rippled down her spine. The fear found the heat of her arousal, joined it, and she moaned. His fingers moved again, and the next button opened. He bent down, kissed the hollow of her throat softly. Another button parted. One hand slipped inside her shirt, cupped her breast. She moaned again, louder this time, and her fingers twined through his hair.

Before long, her shirt hung open. His fingers turned their attention to her skirt, which yielded quickly beneath them and fell to the floor. A short pause, then his fingers manipulated the lock in the front of the belt she wore. Cool air touched her throbbing, hardened clitoris; his hand slid between her legs, tugged the strap holding the dildo secure inside its wet hole. One strong pull and it slid free. She cried out sharply, thrust her hips hard against his hand. The warm heavy balls tumbled out of her with a wet squishing sound; her own juices poured from her, soaking his fingers Musical chimes as he rolled the balls in his palm. "You are absolutely drenched, little whore." Nimble fingers stroked her, coaxing the longing within her to life. She heard him chuckle at her moan.

Steel manacles closed around her wrists. She jumped in surprise, and a touch of fear quickened her breathing. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice small.

"I'm going to train you, of course." He knelt, and hard metal closed around her ankles, just above her shoes. When he rose again, she heard the heavy clanking sound of chains. Something tugged on her wrists, and she gasped as she felt herself pulled abruptly away from the wall.

He led her by the cuffs around her wrists. Chains dragged behind her ankles as she moved, weighing down her steps. She walked with exaggerated caution, unable to see, legs wide apart; with every step the fear grew stronger, and her heart pounded more wildly. Vivid memories of what he'd done to her when she was chained to the bed flashed through her head, and a tear leaked from beneath the blindfold and rolled down her cheek.




Training Ch. 02



"Right here. Step up a little bit." His hand steadied her as she stepped forward onto something slightly soft and perhaps as thick as an exercise mat. He rotated her body slightly. "Good."

Chains clanked. Her feet were pulled apart abruptly; she stumbled and nearly fell. By the time she recovered, he had secured the chains around her ankles to some fixed point on each side of her, and her legs were spread wide. His voice sounded in her ear. "Take off your shirt."

Hands trembling, she obeyed. She dropped it and stood naked save for her shoes, her ankles chained to the floor.

More clanking. He pulled on the chains around her wrists, lifted her arms over her head. She cried out as he hooked the chains to something above her, then tightened them until her body was stretched taut. She was chained upright, standing spreadeagle, arms bound so far overhead that she was nearly forced her to stand on tiptoe.

Fear became panic. Her breathing sounded ragged in her ears; with every breath, her breasts bobbed and swayed. Hands caressed her body from behind, flowed over the curve of her breasts. "Your nipples are very hard, little whore. You must like this."

"No!"

"Suit yourself." Tight clamps bit down hard on her nipple. She screamed and struggled against the chains. "There we go," he said.

She felt a painful tugging, realized that he had attached some kind of chain or cord to the clamps. They tightened and pulled upward as he hooked the chain to something over her head. He drew it tight, pulling her nipples, dragging her breasts upward. She screamed again and rose to her tiptoes, trying to ease the pain.

Something large and thick shoved deep into her sex. It forced its way farther and farther into her until it bottomed out within her, painfully deep. She shrieked at this new violation and tried to move her hips, but the dildo within her, attached by a steel rod to the platform on which she stood, held her fast. She could not raise herself off it, could not move her hips in any direction.

Each breath, each tiny rocking of her body, made her breasts bob and sway in small motions, causing the clamps to pull cruelly on her nipples. The dildo impaling her forced her to stand on tiptoe; she could not lower herself without sending it far too deep into herself. The manacles dug uncomfortably into her wrists, already tender from her earlier struggles. She began to cry; the sobs shook her body, made her breasts bounce and jerk against the clamps pulling them upward.

He lifted off the blindfold.

She realized with horror that she was chained up directly in front of a giant, floor-to-ceiling picture window. The illumination in the room was a cool, dim red, save for a single spotlight just above her head that bather her body in bright while light. Beneath her in the late afternoon sun, the London street spread out, crowded with hurrying people.

"No!" she wept. "What if somebody looks up?"

"Then they'll see a naked woman chained in the window fucking herself on a dildo," he answered, his tone matter-of-fact.

She hung there for many long minutes, fighting not to move, struggling to control her sobs. She could not force herself to remain completely still, and her breasts hung heavily from the clamps, jiggling with every tiny movement. The muscles in her legs began to quiver from the strain of holding herself on tiptoes, and soon, she felt them give out. She used the last of her strength to lower herself as gently as she could; as she settled on the dildo, she cried out in pain and gave herself the first of several bruises deep inside her.

The cord attached to the clamps on her nipples tightened, dragging her breasts upward. Tears poured down her face. The full force of her weight on the dildo quickly became more than she could bear, and she lifted herself onto her tiptoes again and shuddered in relief.

Soon, her strength gave out again, even more quickly than it had before. Her muscles failed, and she was forced to lower herself once more onto the dildo. She shrieked and tried to rock her hips, to keep it from pressing in the same place. Even this quickly became too much to bear, and she rose onto her tiptoes again, crying.

The third time she gave out and was forced back down onto the dildo, she found she could no longer summon the strength to rise any more. She shifted and moved and rocked her hips back and forth, afraid to stop moving lest the pain become unbearable.

"That's it," he said. "Fuck that dildo. Ride it good." White cream flowed from her, coated the rigid phallus, dripped onto the platform beneath her. Her desperate cries of pain softened, began to take on a different character.

"That's it, little whore. Keep raping yourself. Give it to yourself. You like it when it hurts, don't you?"

Her motions grew more frantic. As long as she kept moving, it could almost, almost feel good; but if she stopped, even for a moment, the pain quickly won out over the pleasure. She struggled in her bonds, her body stretched tight, her nipples screaming in pain, and a familiar tension began to grow inside her.

"No!" she sobbed. "I don't like it! I don't want it!" She jerked her thighs violently, ground herself down onto the thing inside her, hurting herself, heedless of the people flowing in a river beneath her window, and her moans became screams.

Then, without warning, it became too much. A wave of pleasure, ferocious in its intensity, roared over her, taking her completely by surprise. She came hard, fast, thrashing and screaming in ecstasy. She contracted sharply around the dildo, every contraction an explosion of exquisite pain, and her orgasm went on and on and on, unstoppable, for several minutes.

When it finally tapered off, she hung limply from the chains, twitching and moaning. He lowered the rod supporting the dildo, and it slid from her abused and aching pussy smeared thickly with creamy juices. She scarcely stirred.

He reached around her and unclamped her nipples. Fire bloomed as blood rushed into them, and she whimpered at this new pain. He released the metal rod from its base and picked it up, the hard black rubber dildo still attached to its end. Its head touched her lips.

Without conscious thought, her mouth opened. She made no protest, did not struggle as he shoved it deep, against the back of her throat. Aftershocks from the orgasm rippled through her body in time with his thrusts. She accepted the violation of her mouth with the dripping, come-covered dildo automatically, her mind far away. He pressed harder, and it slid without resistance down her throat until the base reached her lips. She remained still, eyes closed, heedless of the gathering crowd on the sidewalk below staring up at her.

Eileen returned slowly to her body, as if traveling back into it from a great distance. Then, in a rush, she was aware of her own physical self, of the steady ache between her legs, the burning pain in her nipples, the thickly textured rubber penis down her throat, the heavy, musky taste in her mouth. She tried to scream and gagged instead. Her throat closed around the intrusion and she gagged and struggled in her bonds. He pulled it from her mouth and she coughed as it slid free.

"Mmm, good," he said. "Your body is getting used to this already." Working quickly, he unfastened the chains from the bindings around her ankles, then did the same for the manacles around her wrists. She sagged into his arms, incapable of mustering the strength to stand. He supported her weight and helped her to the bed. She he sat heavily, and let out a small yelp as the spikes around her thighs, forgotten, dug into soft skin. She blinked and opened her legs.

"There you go, that's better," he said. "It won't be long before keeping your legs spread will be second nature to you." Gently, almost tenderly, he laid her down on her back, and placed her arms above her head. She remained still without protest while he attached a second set of chains to the shiny steel cuffs, binding her wrists against the headboard. She made no outward reaction as he attached more chains to the restraints on her ankles and affixed them to the head of the bed, drawing her legs up and apart, save for a subtle quickening of breath.

"Now let's see," he said when she'd been securely chained down. "Where did I put that package." His dark eyes cast around. "Aha!" He retrieved the small bag he'd bought from where it lay on the floor, grinned at her. "If we're going to get you properly trained in just two weeks, we'll need to use some special tricks, hmm?" He arched his eyebrows and pulled a gnarled root from the bag. "I think you'll like this. It's a ginger root."

Whistling cheerfully, he drew a large folding knife from his pocket and set about carving the plant root. In short order, he'd whittled out a wide, roughly cylindrical plug from its heart. She watched silently, eyes wide with apprehension.

When he'd finished, he sat on the bed next to her. "This will encourage you to relax. You'll see." He caressed the smooth, soft skin of her inner thigh. She whimpered, heart beating fiercely, as he lightly touched the puckered entrance to her anus with the carved ginger root. "Try not to clamp down on it."

He pressed, gently at first. The root was slightly damp, and she felt a tingling where it touched her. He pressed harder; as the tip penetrated her, the tingle grew, became a mild itch. She shifted uncomfortably.

The root slipped fractionally deeper. The itching sensation intensified. She whimpered softly, clenched tight against the intrusion; the feeling became a burning. "Don't fight it," he said. "Relax. It gets worse if you clamp down."

He held it there with firm, steady pressure. Slowly, it slipped deeper, and the burning, itching feeling grew. She moaned and tried to force herself to relax. Her anus opened up, and all at once, it slid deeply inside.

She shrieked and closed tightly around the invader. Almost instantly, her ass was filled with molten fire. She screamed and arched her back, lifting herself partway off the bed; her struggles seemed to intensify the burning, making her stretched sphincter clamp down harder. She thrashed frantically against the chains.

"Shh." He stroked her thigh softly. "Don't clamp down. Relax."

Her struggles subsided bit by bit as she made herself relax. The burning faded to a sharp, nagging itch inside her. "There. See, isn't that better?"

He watched her for a long time. Every beat of her heart, every small vibration of her body brought with it new little flashes of discomfort. Periodically, she would tighten around the root involuntarily, and instantly a bright burning pain would explode through her, making her cry out and writhe on the bed.

Soon her entire attention was focused on the steady burning inside her. She struggled for control, making herself relax, overriding her body's desire to clamp down on the object within it. Steadily, inch by inch, bit by bit, she loosened her grip on the ginger root. The burning faded to a warm glow, and before long she found herself moaning and rolling her hips steadily.

Anthony smiled to himself. Her arousal was plain; she could not stop herself from thrusting her hips in the air in long, slow undulations. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes closed, as she twisted sensuously on the bed, oblivious to everything save for the heat radiating through her.

He started carving some more, slicing out a small triangular sliver of ginger. He whittled it flat, then carefully scooped out a rounded indentation in the underside. Eileen remained lost in herself; the exquisite heat was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and it awakened in her a strange, formless desire that she didn't understand. 

Gently, carefully, he parted the folds of her labia and pulled back her clitoral hood, then placed the triangular slice of ginger root directly on the hard nub of her clitoris.

It began as a tingling in her clit, mild at first. She sighed with pleasure and arched her back. Slowly, the tingling grew stronger, making her clit throb and pulse. As it grew, it spread, becoming a maddening, demanding itch deep inside her dripping cunt.

Her breathing came in fast, shallow gasps. An overwhelming feeling of need consumed her. She writhed in her chains, desperate to come, craving release; she ached for orgasm, hungered for it so badly that the desire consumed her from within. She thrust her hips toward him, making small mewling noises of raw desperation.

He sat back and watched as the ginger worked its sinister magic. The frantic need overpowered her, swept aside her rationality; her body burned with unquenchable fire. The itching strengthened, and her need became more desperate still. "Please! Please!" she whimpered. Her world shrank until the only thing she was aware of was this yearning to come. Tears of frustration and need leaked from her eyes. "Please!"

He held her in that place, merciless, for a long time. She shuddered, her body helpless in the chains and the grip of her need. His hands roamed freely over her body; he pinched her aching nipples, caressed her face, trailed his fingers feather-light over her mound. She squirmed and shook, needing more. "Please!"

A small smile. "Please what?"

Her body yearned. "Please!"

His hands left her body. He slid the briefcase from beneath the bed, removed the leather satchel. From the satchel, he withdrew the same long, slightly curved metal probe he had used on her earlier, the one she'd taken only with difficulty. He squeezed a glistening blob of lube on the end of the probe, and knelt carefully on the bed between her legs.

The ginger root slipped easily from her ass. She whimpered at the sudden feeling of emptiness; wet white fluid dripped down between her legs. A quick flick of his fingernail and the small wedge of ginger was gone from her clit; the touch of cool air, so intense it was almost excruciating, made her squirm. Her body screamed its need at her.

"Good," he murmured. Wet slick at the entrance to her gaping ass, and then the probe, cold and rigid, slid effortlessly, deeply into her ass. The cold, slippery metal felt shockingly, surprisingly good inside her, quenching the burning itch, and she drove herself onto it, pressing against it all the way to the base.

Warm breath caressed her aching clit. The tip of his tongue flicked lightly across it; she twitched and yelped, sensitive, and heard him chuckle. "Very good."

That began a long period of endless, relentless teasing. His tongue danced over her, skillfully bringing her to the edge of orgasm, over and over, only to back off just as she started to contract. He drove her to the brink time after time, each time pulling her back precisely when she thought she'd reached that point of no return. She moaned and wailed and thrashed against her chains, and still that damnable, infuriating, exquisite tongue teased her. She clenched and tightened around the probe in her ass, squeezed her thighs together, thrust against his face, all for nothing; he seemed to know, almost by magic, exactly how to keep her hovering on the threshold of ecstasy without permitting her relief. She screamed in frustration, aching to come, relishing and hating the feel of his tongue, and he denied her again and again, working her need, playing it, creating art out of sexual desire.

At the exact moment she could bear no more, he stopped, just like that, and stood. She lay bound beneath him, sheened with sweat. "I think that's enough for you right now, little whore."

"Please...please..."

"Not tonight. You've had enough, I think. I'd better leave you chained up tonight, so that you don't touch yourself." He lengthened the chains binding her wrists, so that she could move her arms and turn freely, careful to keep them short enough that she was unable to reach between her legs. With that, he undressed quickly, slid beneath the covers, and pulled them over her. "Sleep well. Tomorrow's your second day of training." He smiled and drew close to her, body pressing warmly against hers. Soft lips kissed her cheek. "Good night."

She writhed and twisted in frenzied, throbbing, agonizing need. Tears streamed down her face; at that moment, she felt that there was nothing, no matter how filthy, she wouldn't do to feel his lips and tongue again. "Please, please, please, please," she sighed, "please..."

Beside her, his breathing became slower and deeper, and she knew he was asleep. She stayed awake for a long time, trembling and making soft noises of need. When sleep finally found her, it brought dreams of hands and tongues and things entering her. 

The watery light of early afternoon sun streaming through the windows woke her. The dreams and visions melted away, unremembered, but the need and arousal did not. She woke still bound, and her frantic desperation was only a little bit abated; almost immediately, she was writhing on the bed. He watched her from the chair, reclining, a cup of coffee in his hand. "Good morning! You slept well?"

She didn't look at him.

He rose, stood over her. At last she turned to face him, but didn't meet his eyes. She felt vulnerable; but more than that, she felt her pulse quicken, felt a strange longing at his nearness. The robe fell to the ground with a rustle. He was sporting a huge erection; she knew what was coming, but couldn't quite decide how she felt about it, though she knew her feeling probably didn't matter much.

He lay down on top of her, warmth and weight on her skin, slid his arms around her tightly. She quivered; wetness flowed between her legs, her body betraying her.

She screamed when he entered her. She was sore, and he was not gentle, and she came, the orgasm instant and hard. She arched her back and thrust her hips against him and contracted hard around him, feeling every inch of his sweet, delicious cock inside her. The powerful contractions hurt, the length of his shaft buried inside her hurt, and her orgasm went on and on and on, longer than anything she had ever felt before. She struggled and pulled at the chains, and still she came, every beat of her heart sending shockwaves through her body. She was still coming even as he pulled out of her, even as she felt herself closing around nothing. The sudden, shocking sense of emptiness made her wail; the orgasm, so cruelly interrupted before it had finished, left her craving more.

She whimpered softly, and made no move as he unfastened the cuffs on wrist and ankle. Soft fingertips on her cheek, stroking her face lightly, brought her partway back to earth; her eyelids fluttered under his gentle caress. His roving fingers touched her lips; she responded automatically, without thinking, opening her mouth for them.

"Mmm, yes, you know what's going to happen now, don't you?" he said. "Stay just like that."

The scraping sound of the leather case on the hardwood floor came from beneath the bed. She lay naked, eyes closed, waiting. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. He's going to... to put himself in my mouth! she thought. The idea terrified her, repulsed her; she dreaded the feel of it, the taste of the hot salty spunk pouring into her mouth.

And yet...

The dread brought with it a thrill, that shivered her spine and made her tingle and clench. The butterflies grew stronger. 

He took her wrists tightly in his hands and fastened the manacles together, cuffing her hands in front of her. She made a small sound of surprise but did not resist. Her chest felt tight; the dread, and the silvery electric current of excitement that followed with it, surged through her. 

She lay still, mouth held open, and wondered at her own compliance. He had spoken the truth; she did know what was going to happen. Thinking about it, how he would use her against her will, sickened her. Her breasts felt heavy and hot; her nipples, still tender from the night before, stood painfully erect.




Training Ch. 02



He pushed his fingers into her mouth. "Wider." He pried her mouth open farther. She felt something hard and inflexible, ring-shaped, forced into her mouth, holding it uncomfortably wide. He passed a strap behind her head, and buckled it very tightly. She tried to speak, to tell him that the strap was too tight, but her words came out muffled and indistinct.

"Kneel." He pulled her from the bed and pushed her roughly to the floor.

She opened her eyes and looked up at him. He stood over her, nude saved for a wide leather belt around his waist with a metal loop on each side. In each hand, he held a long, narrow leash, which passed through the metal rings on his belt; her eyes traced the leads, and she realized that the other end of each leash was attached to the strap around her head, the one that held the ring in her mouth. His cock stood proud and erect, still glistening with her juices.

"This," he said, "is called an oral rape harness. It will be a standard part of your training. When I pull on these," and he tugged on the ends of the leads, drawing her head closer to him, "you will have no choice but to take me in your mouth. Nor will you be able to turn your head or move away. When you wear it, it will force you to suck my cock, no matter how much you struggle. You will not be able to close your mouth as long as the ring is in it. Do you understand?"

She nodded at him, eyes wide. Fear and longing roiled in her belly.

"Good," he said. He drew sharply on the leashes. She lurched forward, almost losing her balance. He guided his shaft easily into her mouth and continued to draw her forward, until the bulbous head of his erection pressed hard at the back of her throat. The taste of her own warm, musky juices filled her senses.

She struggled wildly, helplessly, pushing ineffectually against him with her bound hands. He pulled the leads harder still, preventing her from backing away. She coughed and choked around him, and still he pulled tighter, forcing his way down her throat. A thin ribbon of drool leaked from the corner of her lips. She gagged and tried to pull free, but the straps held her securely in place. A wave of helplessness washed through her.

"Good," he said. "That's right." He loosened the tension on the straps, and she pulled back, gasping. "Now take it!"

He pulled the straps tight, dragging her forward onto his cock again until she was gagging. Then he loosened them again, allowing her to draw away. He raped her mouth methodically, forcing her head down onto his shaft and then letting her draw back, over and over again. "That's good, little whore. Just like that. Your mouth feels so good!"

A small shiver ran through his body, and his cock stiffened in her mouth. She whimpered, knowing that the inevitable was fast approaching, and tears flowed down her cheeks. He slowed his pace, prolonging it, keeping himself from coming. Anticipation wound tight in her; his holding off only made the dread worse, and she wept harder.

He slowed the rhythm still more. Hot tears streamed over her cheeks as she gagged and choked. A part of her wanted badly for him to come, to put an end to the relentless fucking of her mouth. She felt used, objectified, like a possession instead of a person; and even as she choked and sobbed, her pussy twitched and dripped warm wetness down her thigh.

He moaned and pulled hard on the straps. His rigid cock plunged down her throat, silencing her startled cry. He eased up, and she tried to scramble away, just as he unleashed a gush of thick warm come into her mouth. He pulled her head down and released her in time with his spurts, each one spraying into her mouth just as she pulled away, his come forced to the back of her throat as he yanked her forward. She struggled not to swallow, but the ring in her mouth prevented her from spitting it out easily.

Finally, when he was done, he dropped the leashes connected to the harness. She scrambled backward and coughed. A thick wad of white come poured out of her mouth and landed wetly between her breasts. Her throat worked, and more come spilled over her chin and ran down her neck. Creamy goo flowed over her breasts and dripped from her nipples. 

"That felt very good," he smiled. "I love using your mouth. I think that's my favorite part of the training so far. But we still aren't finished with this session, are we?" He reached to the case and drew out a blunt metal probe, larger than the one he had made her take the night before. "We still need to work on training that lovely ass of yours."

She moved to rise. Instantly, he was kneeling beside her, forcing her down on her back. He grabbed her arm roughly and held her down on the floor. "Oh, no, you don't."

She fought fiercely, but he had the advantage of leverage, strength, and size. He leaned over her and pinned her down firmly with one hand. "Hold still, little whore!" With the other, he brought the long metal probe up between her breasts, scooping up a glop of come. He raised it, then shoved the end of the probe into her mouth.

She screamed and twisted away from him. He grabbed her tightly by the hair. "Behave! Suck on the probe. Get it all nice and wet. You don't want me to shove it up your ass dry, do you?"

She stopped fighting, defeated. He raised the probe to her lips again. "That's better. Now, all nice and wet."

Hesitantly, she ran her tongue around the end of the instrument. Come dripped from it and trickled down her throat. She tried to ignore the taste, tried not to think about what it was. He fed it deeper into her mouth, and she swirled her tongue around it, wetting it thoroughly. Wet slurping noises filled the room, causing her to flush with embarrassment.

"There you go. That should do it." He pulled the metal rod from her mouth, and scooped up another wad of come from her breast. "Looks all nice and slippery to me. Now spread your legs!"

She tried to speak; the ring in her mouth made her words indistinct, even to her. He ignored her and pushed her knees up to her chest. The gooey, slippery end of the probe touched the entrance to her anus, and she shuddered.

"Relax," he said calmly. "Take a deep breath."

She closed her eyes and forced herself to stillness. Pressure at her rear opening, increasing steadily. She inhaled deeply, and held her breath for what she knew was coming.

More pressure, irresistible, and suddenly her body yielded. The probe opened her wide, and as it slid into her, she arched her back and screamed. The impossibly thick metal rod slid deeper; as she stretched tightly around it, she felt like it was splitting her open. The cool, slick rod moved further up inside her, and her scream trailed off into a moan. Panic gripped her. How can something that hurts feel so good? What's wrong with me?

"You like that, don't you?" Anthony grinned. "You have a body that's just made to be fucked." The base of the probe pressed against her as it bottomed out within her. His fingers spread open her pussy lips. "Just look at how wet you are! Being used for sex really turns you on."

He penetrated her with his fingers. Juices leaked from her, and she whimpered, shamefaced. Butterfly wings danced in her stomach.

The phone rang, shrill and jarring.

He straightened and withdrew his fingers. "Get the phone. Bring it to me."

She stared up at him, disoriented, not understanding his words. The phone rang again.

"Bring me the phone. Now."

She turned awkwardly and tried to stand. The hard metal shaft buried so far inside her shifted, and a strong jolt of something midway between pleasure and pain shot through her. She moaned and dropped to her knees. 

Another ring. She fell forward and crawled clumsily on hands and knees over to the nightstand, hampered by the steel cuffs binding her wrists together. As she straightened and reached for the phone, the probe shifted again; she clenched tightly around it and jerked, sending the telephone crashing to the floor. The handset skittered away.

"Hello? Hello?" came a small, tinny voice.

She picked up the receiver and shuffled on her knees to where Anthony waited patiently. With each motion, the probe inside her moved slightly, causing her to moan and gasp. She knelt before her husband and offered him the handset.

He took it from her, then took her hands and folded them around his cock, which hardened beneath her fingers. With one hand, he covered the mouthpiece. "Stroke me off, little whore." Then he turned his attention to the caller, and lifted the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

She looked up at him nervously. She had never before touched a man's penis this way; all her life, she ad heard stories of women who did things like this, touched men in such ways, and how perverted they were to debase themselves like that. For reasons she didn't fully understand, she had expected that a penis, viewed this close up, would be coarse and rough; the velvety softness of the skin surprised her. She moved her hands up and down uncertainly, not quite sure what to do.

Small, indistinct sounds came from the earpiece. "No, quite all right," Anthony responded. "I dropped the phone, that's all." He covered the mouthpiece again and looked down at her. "Harder. Faster."

She tightened her grip around his shaft and moved her hands more quickly. "I'm sorry, what's that again?" he asked. The person on the other end answered indistinctly. "There is? Good. I've been waiting for it. Can you do me a favor and read me the return address?"

A long pause followed. His breathing deepened, and he closed his eyes. She stroked rhythmically, feeling soft skin slide over rigidity.

Presently, the tiny voice returned, said something she couldn't understand. "It is? Good," he said. "Can you have someone send it up right away?" More tinny sounds from the earpiece. "Thank you," he replied, then looked down at her once more. "There you go, little whore. Just like that. Don't stop."

His breathing became ragged, and he moaned in pleasure. His cock throbbed between her fingers. "Good," he sighed, "I'm going to-"

He twitched, and a jet of milky fluid spurted from the end of his shaft, landing in her hair, catching her off guard. She jerked aside, and the next spurt splattered on her shoulder. Thick gobs of goo welled up between her fingers and ran down her wrist. Another spurt sent a streamer of come across her breasts.

He sighed and held still, eyes closed, until he had finished. Then he opened his eyes and looked down at her. "Good girl," he said. He pulled away from her and she lost her balance, sitting heavily on the floor. The probe pushed hard into her, taking her breath away. She stared up at him with a mixture of shock, pain, shame, and desire in her eyes.

"Now it's your turn." He bent, reached into the leather case sitting beside the bed, and took out a dildo. She stared at it in horror. The vibrating egg he'd used before was bad enough, but this thing...this thing was obscene. It was made of black rubber, heavily veined and ridged, extremely realistic-looking, and it was big. The realism scared her almost as much as the size; the thought of this thing being inside her was almost too much to bear.

He twisted a knob at its base, and it began to buzz loudly. She shrank back and scooted away from him until her back bumped up against the foot of the bed.

He pressed the dildo into her hands. "Fuck yourself."

She sat frozen, staring at it.

"If you do not do as you're told, you will be punished. I said, fuck yourself."

She lowered the vibrating dildo gingerly between her legs, and touched herself lightly with the head.

"Now!" he barked.

She jumped. Without thinking, she shoved the dildo into her wet, aching pussy.

"That's better. Now fuck yourself. Hard. Don't stop until you come."

Her face burned with shame. She began moving the dildo in and out, tentatively at first. He glared at her disapprovingly, his eyes commanding her to move more quickly. She increased the tempo, forcing the dildo into her faster and harder, red with helpless, impotent shame. Her pussy clenched around it, and she could feel its texture, every ridge and vein an explosion of sensation. The powerful vibrations penetrated her, and soon she was lost in the feeling, masturbating openly in front of him.

A sharp knock came at the door. She stopped, her blood turning to ice in her veins.

"I didn't tell you to stop. Fuck yourself!"

She whimpered and obeyed. The dildo plunged in and out.

He drew on a bathrobe and left the bedroom, closing the door almost completely behind him. Her jaw ached, and the wide steel rod planted in her ass vibrated in sympathy with the dildo as she fucked herself alone and in silence. She heard Anthony's voice in the other room, thanking the bellhop for bringing up his package so quickly.

"Hmm, now let's see, about your tip," he said. "Well, I don't have my wallet on me, as you can see. So I can put your tip on the room charges, or if you prefer, I can let you watch my wife masturbate."

She gasped and froze, the dildo buried deep.

His voice came through the door. "No, I'm quite serious. She's in the other room, fucking herself with a big black dildo right now."

A pause, then a chuckle. "I thought you might." The door swung wide, and Anthony and another man, dressed in a hotel uniform, looked in at her.

Her heart skipped a beat. She stared at the bellhop-a young man, in his mid-twenties, with glasses and a nametag reading "Heath"-totally paralyzed. Time seemed to slow, and she became acutely, painfully self-aware. The weight of the come streaked in her hair, the dull ache of the silvery metal probe protruding from her ass, the slight tickle of the rivulets of wetness crawling down her wrists and over her breasts, the faint itching of dried semen on her chin, the hard ring strapped into her mouth, the steady buzzing vibration of the dildo inside her pussy, the hardness of the manacles binding her wrists together, all filled her consciousness. She heard, from far away, a long, thin wail, then realized with a start that it was coming from her.

"Does she like to be watched?" the bellhop asked, his eyes not leaving her body.

Anthony laughed. "Let's just say this is not the first time she's fucked herself in front of an audience since we've been here," he said. "So far, she has come every time. Show him, honey."

She shook her head, very slightly, eyes wide.

"Don't be shy He wants to see you come. Unless you think it would be more fun to suck him off than to masturbate for him, that is. Would you rather do that?"

"She would do that?" he asked excitedly.

"Oh, yes. She's quite good with her mouth. But it's up to her. What would you like to do, honey?"

Slowly, hands shaking, she gripped the dildo tightly and started to move. Waves of shame washed over her as she masturbated. Her eyes locked on the bellhop's, unable to look away, afraid of what she might see if she glanced between his legs, how she would feel if she saw a bulge growing there. The butterflies grew into a whirlwind in her belly, and she rammed herself with the dildo, ashamed of her own arousal. Tightness gripped her chest, her legs began to shake, and she knew with dismay that she was going to come, and that nothing could prevent it.

She held her gaze on the bellhop's eyes as the orgasm seized control. She screamed in ecstasy and contracted powerfully around the thick rubber dildo. Her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm...and for just a brief instant, right at the peak, she wondered what it would feel like to have his penis in her mouth when she came.

Then it was gone, and she felt repelled at the thought. She turned away from the men, wanting to hide her face.

"What do you think?" Anthony asked. "Was it worth it?"

"Oh, yes!" 

"If we should need anything else, can I assume I can call you to take care of it?"

"Yes, sir! You can count on me."

"Good," Anthony said. "We'll discuss how to handle your tip the next time I need something. Now, if you will excuse us..."

The bellhop grinned and bobbed his head, and nearly ran into the door on his way out. Anthony turned toward his bride, curled up on the floor by the bed.

"Did that feel good?"

She whimpered wordlessly.

He knelt beside her and unbuckled the strap that held the ring in her mouth. The manacles came next; then, carefully, he withdrew the probe from her stretched anus. She quivered and sighed with relief but did not react otherwise.

"I have a present for you," he said. "But before I show it to you, you need to get cleaned up. You're completely drenched in come, and I can't exactly take you out looking like a dirty freshly-fucked slut."

She looked up at him with questions in her eyes. He offered no explanation, but instead lifted her in his arms and carried her like a child into the bathroom.

No, not like a child, she thought...like an object, a large and delicate possession. He deposited her in the enormous tub and ran the water. She moved to sit up; he placed his hand firmly on her shoulder and pushed her back. "Stay."

Not even like an object...even that wasn't quite right. More like-a pet. A pet that had to be washed, even though it didn't want to be.

He scrubbed her thoroughly with a soapy sponge, with detached precision that, as much as anything else that had been done to her so far, made her feel like a slave, something owned by him. She struggled beneath his grasp, sending water sloshing from the tub, but he held her down and continued scrubbing her. He pushed her under the water; she came up sputtering and thrashing, and he leaned over the tub and held her with one hand while he lathered her hair with the other. When he was finished, he pushed her back beneath the water again to rinse her.

After he was done, he pulled the plug to drain the water from the tub. She sat still, uncertain of what to do. His hand moved between her legs. "Are you sore?"

She shivered when his fingers touched her and nodded.

"I'm not surprised. You've been used very hard these past couple of days. Your body isn't accustomed to it yet. Wait here."

He left, and returned with a small unlabeled bottle. "This will make you feel better." He squeezed a small amount of white cream onto his fingers. "Hold still." He reached between her legs once more, and spread the cream around and inside her tortured sex. He applied more of the cream around her anus, and worked it into her with his fingers.

It did feel better. The cream cooled and soothed the burning fire in her overworked pussy and ass, making her sigh with relief. He rubbed a small amount onto her aching nipples, and she moaned as the ache faded away. "Mmm, that feels good," she murmured.

"Good." He rose and helped her stand, then dried her with a large, fluffy towel. "I have a present for you. I think you'll like it."

On the table in the living area of the suite sat a large white cardboard box, wrapped in a red silk ribbon with a large bow on top. He handed it to her and smiled. "Open it."

She took the package gingerly from his hands as if expecting it to bite her. When it failed to do so, she drew the ribbon off and lifted the top.

Inside, nestled within layers of tissue paper, was a long red dress. Se lifted it out and held it up. "It's beautiful!" Suddenly and acutely aware of her own nakedness, she held it tightly against her body like a shield.

"Get dressed. I want to see how you look in it."

She backed out of the room, still covering her body with the flowing red dress, and closed the bedroom door behind her.

Several minutes passed. The door opened again, and she slipped timidly through. Anthony smiled broadly and held out his hand. "Well? Let me see!"

She walked toward him demurely, eyes downcast. The dress touched the floor behind her. It was far more formal than anything she was accustomed to; the hem swept upward in a jumble of elaborate ornamentation in the front, and the neckline plunged between her breasts. She felt simultaneously overdressed and exposed, like a Hollywood starlet on Oscar night.




Training Ch. 02



The Master praised the house slave as he unbuckled her from the manacles. He stroked the side of her face; she turned toward him, rubbing her cheek against his palm. Her body glistened with sweat as a result of her punishment. The Master positioned her across the bed, arms outstretched at her sides. He unfastened his jeans and stepped out of them, the head of his hard cock reaching above his navel.

He continued to praise his slave, whispering soothing, calming words to her. He bent down, and using his tongue, licked away a tear that escaped from the corner of her eye. 

She sighed, her breathing beginning to slow. He placed himself above her face and lowered his cock to her parted, waiting lips. Reverently, she licked the tip of it, flicked her tongue across it, and into its slit. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked on it.

The young slave knelt in the corner, watching as the Master allowed the house slave to take his cock into her mouth. 

The other woman's eyes closed in obvious ecstasy as it slid over her tongue to the snug entrance of her throat. The front of the house slave's body was a patchwork of welts. Her pussy was red, swollen and glistening in the candlelight. It was a testament to her training and control that she refrained from cumming as ordered. Her pierced nipples hard as pebbles. 

The house slaves' throat bulged as the head of the Master's cock began its invasion. Her head was hanging off the side of the bed, and he held her face between his large hands. Further and further his cock slid until he had buried himself, until the base of his cock rested against her lips. He withdrew slightly to let the slave take a breath, and then plunged to the hilt again. 

The young slave watched as he started to slowly plunge his cock in and out of the other slave's mouth, his hands now fisted in her hair. The house slave moaned with every thrust. 

The young slave felt her own desire growing; she wanted to close her legs to ease some of the gathering pressure. She started to softly pant. The Master looked at her, held her gaze while he continued his assault on the house slave's mouth. She moaned. He paused for a moment, and then spoke. 

"Come to me," he ordered. The girl crawled to him and knelt at his feet with her head bowed. 

"I want you to eat her cunt." 

The girl positioned herself on the bed; she stared at the house slave's pussy.

The bare lips were raw from the whip and the belt. Her clit ring glinted, as if tempting her to play with it. The juices from her cunt leaked onto the sheets, pooling beneath her ass. 

She placed her hands under the woman's ass, bringing her cunt closer. She breathed deeply, the potent, slightly musky scent of the other woman's arousal magnifying her own. She took the slave's clit ring between her teeth, tugging at it. She sucked the entire clit into her mouth, massaging it with her tongue. Pulling her head back, she slowly broke suction; then without pausing she snaked her tongue deep into the other woman's cunt. In and out she tongue fucked her, leaving her wet pussy only to lick and tease the tight bud of her ass. She bit at the slave's puffy outer lips, causing them to swell and redden even more. She took her clit into her mouth once more, humming as she did so. The young slave felt the other woman's body begin to tense, her orgasm close.

The Master looked into his slave's eyes. "I am going to cum in your mouth," he told her. "You will not spill any of it. And you will not swallow it until I have given you permission to." 

He didn't wait for her to acknowledge his order. He simply pulled out until only the head of his cock remained between his slave's lips. Hot streams of cum burst from his cock into her waiting mouth, her lips maintaining a firm seal. He pulled away and the slave quickly closed her mouth. 

He looked down at her as he spoke.

"I will allow you to orgasm, throat," he told her. "But, you are not to make a sound. And you are not permitted to swallow until I tell you to do so. If you please me, I will give the honour of naming the new trainee." 

The master looked down at the girl crouched between his slave's thighs. 

"I have decided to accept you as a novice," he said. 

The young slave suppressed a shiver, combined of both apprehension and need. 

She let go of the clit between her teeth, and slid her tongue deep into the other slave's ass. She withdrew her tongue and replaced it with two of her fingers; she spread her fingers apart stretching the slave's snug asshole. 

With her other hand, she inserted all four fingers into the woman's hole and began to massage the roof of her cunt. She felt the walls of the other woman's pussy tighten around her invading fingers; she massaged her G-spot even harder.

Taking the slave's engorged clit between her teeth she bit down. Suddenly, the slave's body began to jerk, her cunt pulsing rhythmically around the girls hand. The girl didn't let up, she bit harder on the clit between her teeth, and felt a warm gush of fluid coat her hand. She let go of the slave's clit, and slowly withdrew her fingers from her pussy and ass.

The Master looked down at the two women, he smiled. "You may swallow now, throat," he said.

"Thank you Master," the slave said after she had dutifully obeyed. 

"Master, if it pleases you, I have decided on a name for the slave. I would like to call her cunt." 

         "It does please me," he replied. "throat, you and cunt will go and wash yourselves now. You will also show her where she is going to be sleeping for the duration of her training. When you are finished you will return to me."                   

"Yes, Master," she replied.



Training Ch. 02



The next morning I slept in and mom had to wake me up after bonnie called and said it was OK for me to come over. "Bobby wake up it's 10 AM and Bonnie called, she wants you over there now!"

I rubbed my eyes and sat up. Boy was I tired. I had jerked off and shot my load over and over again last night and now I was exhausted. All I could think of last night was Bonnie and what she let me see and do yesterday. 

When I got home yesterday all I could think about was her beautiful tits and body and my cock stayed hard on and off all night. To think I had actually seen them touched them and licked and sucked on them was one of my dreams come true. Then I remembered that I had to go back to work for bonnie this morning and I was going to be late.

I showered and brushed my teeth as fast as I could and dressed in old work clothes again. This time I had on a tee shirt like yesterday and a pair of shorts I used to work out in. I hurried out the door not eating anything and and hopped the fence and was at Bonnie's back porch door in about 15 minutes after mom woke me up.

I was out of breath and when Bonnie opened the door she looked amazing. She had on a light blue tee shirt and a small; I mean small, pair of shorts that barely covered her ass cheeks. Her big tits stuck out in front of her and her ass stuck out min the back. She smiled and said: "Hi Bobby! How are you sweetie? Your mom told me you slept in. How come? Did I work you to hard yesterday?"

She held the door open and I had to squeeze by her to get into the house. As I did my chest brushed against her tits and I saw them wiggle and move around a little as they pressed against my shirt. As tired as I was my cock still jumped and began to grow a little just looking at her spectacular body. I began to wonder if I was going to have some training today like yesterday.

She said: "Are you hungry? Your mom told me you didn't have time to eat. Want something?

I shrugged my shoulders and told her: "Well anything you have would be good."

We decided on cereal and milk and then we went right to work, she wanted to put a second coat on the room we painted yesterday. 

As I ate I couldn't help looking at her nipples pressing against her tee shirt. She watched me eat and then told me: "Bobby it would be much nicer if you look at my face not my tits some of the time. They sure do fascinate you don't they?"

I told her I was sorry and tried not to be so obvious about looking. I guess she didn't understand that her body was as fantastic as t was and with that tee shirt put me in a trance as we sat together. As I ate she drank her tea and we talked. She smiled at me when I looked at her face now and she asked: "So tell me Bobby did you enjoy working with me yesterday?"

I told her: "It was great but I was wondering, in fact I have been wondering all night if we can practice some more today. You know practice touching you like yesterday. I mean you told me practice will really help me."

She laughed and said: "Well first we have to work and paint that room. If you do a good job for me, I'll help you out some more. What happened when you got home last night? Did you think of me? Tell me sweetie did you masturbate?"

I was looking at her face or trying to and when she asked me that I looked down at my feet and said: "Yes. I could help it! I did it as soon as I got home. YO are so beautiful Bonnie, I had to, I couldn't stop it."

She lifted my face up with her hand and said: "I want you to look at my face when we talk. OK? What did you think about when you did it Bobby? Let me guess, my tits and what you did to them yesterday? Right?'

I said: "Oh Yes! That's all I could think of last night Bonnie. I couldn't help it; I was so hard I had to cum as soon as I got to my room! And boy did I cum. Then I ate dinner and went to my room and jerked off three more times before I finally went to sleep. That's why I am so tired today."

She laughed and said she really must have excited me. Then she smiled and took my hand and said: "So you jerked off all those times and came thinking of me and my breasts. Does that make you to tired to work for me today? I hope not."

I told her I was OK and was ready to work. I hesitated and then said: "But Bonnie I sure hope you'll let me practice again and show you what I learned and remembered from yesterday. I really enjoyed that."

She stood up and her tits shook a little and I couldn't help but look at them! Then she said: "Well like I said, we work first then we'll see Bobby."

I watched her ass in those tight shorts sway from side to side as we went to the bedroom and began to paint for about 2 hours. I watched her all the time I could and got paint all over me. Finally she laughed and told me to paint the room not myself.

The room was almost done when she stopped and asked: "Should we finish this and then have lunch? Afterwards we can talk and practice again. I have something else I want you to try to learn today Bobby, I think you'll enjoy it too. Or, should we go eat and then finish the room. If we do that we may not have much time for you to practice. What will it be? It's up to you, I know you're tired"

I immediately said: "Let, finish the room and then eat, I'm not that tired."

We worked for about another hour and then we cleaned up and went to the kitchen. She had lunch all ready and as we ate she talked to me again. God all I could think of was holding those big tits in my hand and she had to remind me to look at her face again. 

I told her I was sorry and that her breasts just look so big and beautiful in that tee blue shirt. She smiled at me and asked: "Do you notice anything different with my breasts today Bobby?"

I wasn't sure what she was referring to so I just said: "They look perfect to me Bonnie. They always look perfect."

She stood up and went to the kitchen window. Looking out she said: "Come over her Bobby, come here sweetie. Come and stand with me. Stand behind me."

I got up and walked to the window and stood there about an inch behind her. She smelled so fresh and clean!! God I loved her scent.

She didn't turn around but told me: "No come closer to me."

I moved in until the front of my body was just touching her ass cheeks. What a feeling, my cock immediately began to grow hard as I pressed it into her ass covered only by those very small shorts. She sighed and said: "Now Bobby I want you to touch my breasts and tell me if you find anything different today."

I hesitated only a few seconds before she said: "I want you to reach under my arms baby and cup them from behind. Cup my breasts and tell me if they feel different today."

I moved my hands under her arms and as she stood there I reached around with my hands rubbing the sides of her big tits until my hands were over them. I cupped them!!! I could feel the nipples begin to grow against the palms of my hands. I said: "Oh my God, no bra!! You're not wearing any bra today Bonnie!!"

She said: "That's right Bobby how do they feel."

"Wonderful, God Bonnie they feel wonderful" was all I could say as I squeezed them and pulled the nipple as I had learned to do yesterday and as she instructed me again today. This woman was a pure sex, everything she did or said made my cock hard and me wanting more and needing more of her body. 

She bent forward a little letting them hang down in my hands as I squeezed and played with them. I cupped them and rolled the nipples with my fingers. My hard on was so big now it pressed into her ass crack. I knew she could feel it especially when she pushed back a little and said: "Your cock feels good against my ass Bobby! You grow very fast sweetie and you feel quiet large. Push it harder into my butt sweetie, and please pinch the nipples more for me."

I moaned at her words, how her ass felt against my dick and how her tits felt in my hand. She pushed back more and told me to push harder. I did as she told me and felt my cock throbbing. She said: "Now Bobby what else can we do?"

"Can I touch your ass Bonnie", I almost begged.

She giggled a little and said: "Sure if you like, but then you won't be able to touch my breasts at the same time. Some problem you have now. But yes Bobby, go ahead and rub my butt a little."

I let her breasts go and placed my hands on her ass. So round and firm and I knelt and watched as my hands played with her bottom. She again instructed me on how best to do it so I can make her feel it the best. I tried one time to run my hand up the inside of her thighs but she told me: "No!! No Bobby my butt is OK my pussy off limits baby sorry. You are not allowed to go there until I tell you it's OK. And you have to earn that from me."

I stayed with her ass but I could feel the heat from her cunt on my finger tips. However, being a young guy, I wanted her tits more today and it wasn't long before I was back up and cupping her breasts again!! She laughed and told me I didn't know what I wanted and I bet I wished I had four hands."

I said: "Can I put my hands under your tee shirt and feel your tits directly with my hands Bobbie?"

She turned a little and said: "Great idea Bobby, go ahead sweetie put those big hands under my tee and play with my breasts and nipples. Do a good job and make me feel good again."

I immediately moved my hands up under her tee and cupped her tits again. Oh my, did they feel good in my hands. She laid back against me now and pushed those b big tits out against my hands. She whispered: "The nipples baby, play wit the nipples. Make them hard! Make me feel good like yesterday Bobby. Pinch the nipples on both of my tits."

And I did. As we stood by the window I made love to her tits as I moved my hands under her tee shirt and as I did she rubbed her ass on my cock. I was so fucking hard!!

I even had her tee shirt lifted up and we both watched my hands work on her beautiful breasts in front of the window. I wondered if any one could see us? I didn't care I was in heaven. I got her nipples as hard as yesterday and she told how good I was working and how nice it felt. That made me work even harder if that was possible. 

I'm not sure how long we stood there but I was feeling the urge to cum again and didn't want to fill my shorts again like I did yesterday. I whispered: "Oh Bonnie, you make me so hard. I feel like I am very close to cumming again like yesterday!" 

She turned around fast and now she was facing me. She put her arms over my shoulders and I lifted her tee shirt up over her breasts and head. She was now topless. Then my hands went back on them and I played with them some more, making her nipples dance with my fingers. When I bent my head to suck on them she bent backwards allowing me free access to her nipples.

My mouth centered on her left one and I took it into my mouth and began to lick and suck it. My fingers worked on her right nipple as she held my head tight against her breast. She told me how good my mouth felt on her nipple. My cock was so fucking hard.

I moved to the right breast and worked on it for a while using my hand and fingers touched her left tit. I moved back and forth and she just seemed to hold me and guide my face as she felt she wanted a different nipple sucked. It was magic and pure lust on my part, I could have done that forever.

Finally she moaned and pulled my head up and kissed me shoving her tongue into my mouth and pressing her entire body against me. I knew she could feel my hard cock pushing against her belly now. She moaned into my mouth saying: "Oh Bobby that feels so good baby! Your cock is so hard. Push it against me baby!"

As we kissed and my hands pinched and played with her nipples I didn't realize she had moved her hands from around my neck. All of a sudden I felt a hand pressing against my hard on. She reached under the leg opening of my shorts and since they were workout shorts the leg opening was wide and not very long. She took my cock head in her hand along with some of the shaft and began to jerk me up and down.

"Oh God!" I almost cried out when she touched me dick.

She whispered in my ear with her warm breath: "Tell me when you are almost ready to cum Bobby, I don't want you to cum in your pants again today. How does that feel Bobby? How does my hand feel on your big cock?"

I could hardly get the words out as I said: "Oh GOD BONNIE!! Oh it feel so unbelievable, it feels so good, God I love this!! It won't be long!! I'm almost ready to cum Bonnie. I mean you're so beautiful and so hard and I dream of you all the time. Dream of doing just this!!! God!! I can't hold off! I'm going to cum!!! Oh Bonnie!"

"She removed her hand quickly and said: "Stop!! Don't do it!! Don't you dare to cum!"

She backed off and there I was standing there with my cock hanging out my shorts. She said: "Don't do it Bobby. Think of something else something bad, anything. But....Don't cum! If you do it's over. We won't do anything else. DON"T YOU DWRE CUM LIKE THAT!" 

I tried and tried and was sure I wasn't going to be able to stop it but some how I was able to stop! My pre-cum was running down my leg but I wasn't shooting cum!!! She smiled when she realized I had stopped it.

She smiled at me and said: "Good boy!!! Will power baby! You have to learn that and that too takes a lot of practice. The more you can hold off cumming the longer you can fuck and be sucked. The longer you can fuck and be sucked baby the better you will feel and the better you will be able to please a lady when you are fucking her! The biggest problem with men is that they cum to quickly. Now pick up my tee shirt and come with me."

I took Bonnie's tee shirt watched as she walked into the other room, her tits and ass dancing. She took my hand and we walked into the living room. She told me she would be back in a second. When she came back she had a towel and told me to sit on the sofa and to put the towel under me. Then she sat next to me. I looked at her and she said: "In case you make a mess, or I do."

She said: "Do you like my tits Bobby? You seem to love them."

I told her I loved them and everything about her. She said: "Well your hands feel wonderful on them and you are doing a very good job with your mouth and tongue pleasing me and my nipples. See how hard they are?"

I hadn't taken my eyes off of them since we at down. I bent forward to suck the closest one to me but she stopped me. She patted my cheek and said: "Later baby, I'll let you play with them later I promise. But now I want you to do something for me."

I said: "Anything Bonnie. I'll do anything for you."

She said: "Good. Now stand up and take off those shorts. I want to see your cock your entire cock and your balls. I want to look at it like you look at my tits. Take them off and stand in front of me."

I stood and removed my shorts and my hard cock jumped out from under the top. It bounced up and down a few times as I turned and stood there in front of her. Bonnie immediately took the shaft in her hand and began to play with it. She examined it, every inch of it, just like I had down to her tits. She said: "Just stand there, stay still and enjoy it Bobby. Once a girl has seen a cock she almost always has to touch it, just like you touched my tits. A girl will love to play with it like I am and look at it, and see how big it can get. Just stand there and feel the pleasure of my hands Bobby while I enjoy myself too."

So I did just that. I stood and watched as she touched me, stroked me, lifted the shaft examined the balls and rubbed the head. All I could do was moan and sigh and look at her tits as she slowly masturbated me now. Her hand was moving up and down, slow and gentle and I was so hard and throbbing and my balls were in her other hand and tight as hell in their sack. 

She smiled at me and said: "You young man, have a very nice cock and set of balls. You should be proud of it Bobby, it's beautiful. Your cock is lovely Bobby. Tell me do you like me playing with it, jerking it off for you?"

I moaned the words: "Oh God yes! It feels so good. But I'm going to cum soon, so you better stop before it's too late!"

She said: "NO!!! I don't want to stop now Bobby. I want you to cum. It's OK for you to cum now. I want you to cum baby. Cum all over my hand and tits!"

She bent the cock towards her and pumped the shaft faster now as she squeezed it tighter. I moaned again and told her: "I'm....going....to...cum! Oh God Bonnie! Oh yes!! Oh so good! Don't stop please don't stop!!"

She shoved her big tits tight around my shaft and the with the cock head exposed we both watched as my cock began to pump and pump and pump my cum out the head. The first two shorts went far up it the air and hit her on the top of her chin, lips and the top of her mouth. She moved the head from the left tit to the right one, sort of sharing the cum with both of her big breasts. The rest squirted out and landed on her tits covering them from the top down to the nipples as my orgasms began to slow down. The last of my cum sort of dripped out on her nipples. She milked it and milked it until there was no cum left. Then she let go of my cock and I watched as she took her fingers and licked them clean. 

She looked at me and said: "Yes, you sure do cum a great deal Bobby, but how do you taste?"

She took her fingers and lifted a large glob of cum off her chin and put it in her mouth. She smiled and said: "Yes, I love the taste of cum. Some girls don't so don't expect this with your girl friend. She may try it and if she likes it then you got a winner. Girls that eat cum are the best lovers."

I said: "Like you Bonnie? God you are fantastic. I have never felt so good in my life. Never before have I ever felt so good. You were amazing!"

"Your cock was amazing Bobby and you cum so much! I love it", she whispered in my ear as she held me close now. 

She kissed me and then she shoved her tongue in my mouth making me taste myself. I didn't care I reached for he tits and rubbed the cum in and around her tits. I covered them with ALL OF my cum. Then she took my head and made me suck and lick her nipples, again I tasted my cum and didn't care. I could have nursed on her beautiful tits forever. And she held my cock again now as it softened in her hand. She could hold my cock forever too! I had to sit down and we both did it at the same time.

We sat there and talked about what had just happened and what she did to me and what she and I both liked about it. She told me she loves to make a man cum, especially a young handsome man like me with such a nice cock. She told me that she would relieve me once a day when we finished work and that there were many ways for me to get this relief. But, I had to learn to not cum when she told me not to do it. I had to develop will power to not cum, I can be close but I can't cum until she tells me it's OK. I agreed and we kissed and held each other again.

We must have talked for ½ hour about my cumming and how much I made, and my practice and will power, things like that! Then she said: "Now remember I told you I wanted you to try something else Bobby."

I looked at her and told her: "I would do anything for you Bonnie." I'm sure she knew that. She took my right hand and moved it over my thighs to her thighs. She moved my hand across her left thigh and down between her legs ad she opened them wider. I could see a little wet spot in the center of he tight shorts and I knew it came from her pussy. She said: "Can you see that wet spot Bobby?"

I told her I could. She said: "You made me become wet when you sucked my nipples and I made you cum! Now Bobby, I want you to touch it. Touch it with your fingers. Rub it for me."

This was so unbelievable. I turned towards her and I could see her began to rise and fall with her breathing. I slowly and very gently began to rub her pussy on the outside of her very short shorts. As I stroked her pussy she again gave me instructions and told me how to do it to please her more, and more. I played with her as she held my head and I sucked on her nipples. We would kiss and share tongues and my hand never stopped working on her pussy. I could feel the wet sport growing! She was amazing. MY cock was hard again!!




Training Ch. 02



Then she said: "Wait Bobby. Stop a minute."

I did and she stood up and slid her shorts down her long legs looking at me the entire time. She stepped out of her shorts, sat back now with just her panties on. Then she spread her legs wide and told me: "OK get back to work. Rub!!!!

Now I could se the outline of her pussy so much better and the wet spot was much bigger. I could also feel her pussy much better with just her panties on. And, I could smell it. Oh fuck yes, her musk filled the room and was so good, so natural. I loved it. I moved my face closer and she said: "Yes, oh yes baby! Now slide your fingers under the panties and put one in my hole!"

I moaned as moved my hand under the leg opening of her panties and felt her wetness and little hair around the hole. Oh God I was fucking Bonnie with my fingers. My cock was hard as hell. She grabbed it and held it as I began to finger fuck her. She laid her head back on the sofa and stroked me as I fingered her. "Use another one now Bobby. Finger me with two" she hissed. 

I inserted another finger and began to work on her cunt hole. I could feel her hips moving and then she began to lift her ass up and fuck my fingers. She cried out and grabbed my hand fingering her and held it with one of hers. She humped and humped and fucked my fingers now. I was sure she was cumming! 

She held my cock tight as hell with the other. She arched her back, moaned and I could feel her cum now! It coated my fingers and palm of my hand!

"Oh yes! That's it Bobby! Good baby! So good!! Yes I'm cumming! Don't stop Bobby keep fucking my hole with your fingers OHHHH YES! FUCK YES!!" she cried out as her body arched higher off the sofa and her cunt squeezed and fucked my fingers hard and long.

Again and again she called my name and stroked my cock and then held it tight and she climaxed again. I was sure she was cumming again and again!!! It was so cool to see her cum over and over!! I only wished it was my dick instead if my fingers. But hell I took what I could get.

Her nipples were huge; I bent my head down, I had to suck on one!! I sucked on one as my fingers kept working inside her. Yes, suck them Bobby! Oh that feels so good baby! Yes, make me cum again! Yes oh he re I go baby! Yes cumming for you!!" she moaned.

She pulled me to her and kissed me hard shoving her tongue into my mouth and holding me tight as her hand stroked my cock hard and fast. My hand was covered with her wetness when I finally pulled it out. She patted my face and whispered: "Thank you that was so good. I needed that so badly Bobby. Now taste me!" Lick your fingers while I watch you. Do it, taste me show me how much you like doing that for me."

And I did. I cleaned my entire hand licking and sucking my fingers and tasting the woman I had fantasized about and had cum so many time thinking about and it was good, so very good.

When she recovered she still held my cock. She smiled at me and thanked me again. She asked: "Want to cum again baby? I'd love to make you cum again after what you did for me. Think you can cum for me again?"

I said: "Sure, if you want Bonnie. I love to cum for you."

She went right to work using both of her hands at first. But then still dressed only in a pair of wet panties she knelt in front of me and covered my cock head with her MOUTH!! Sweet Jesus!! She was sucking my dick. I had no words to say but: "Bonnie!! Oh Bonnie!!!"

She jerked me off and rolled my balls and sucked the head of my cock until I cried out and shot a huge load into her mouth! She didn't move her lips she sucked and pumped and held my balls and again she drained me. 

Then she popped her mouth off of my cock and licked her lips. She had drank all of my cum, all of it. She smiled and told me: "You are wonderful, so sweet tasting Bobby. We'll do that again I promise. Also you have a great deal to learn about touching a woman down there. I mean I know I came, actually I came a few times, but you can do so much better. 

We'll start your training on my pussy tomorrow. But first we'll move the furniture back in place in that bedroom. OK? Be here at 9 AM tomorrow, and don't jerk off tonight at all. I want all of your cum tomorrow. I'll know if you do Bobby! I'll know if you cum and we won't play at all. So be a good boy and don't cum tonight, save it all for me. OK?"

I told her I wouldn't do anything tonight. I also told her I'd move the furniture tonight so we could start to play as soon as I got there in the morning."

But she said: "No sweetie. Rest for me tonight and we'll do it tomorrow. It won't take long to move things back I promise. We'll have lots of time to play and learn. Tomorrow will be a special day Bobby for you and me. What would you say if I told you once we get the furniture moved back I'd undress completely for you? No top, no shorts, no bra and no panties. 

I'm going to teach you how to eat pussy tomorrow and show you where and how to touch me properly. Is that OK? Will that make you not jerk off tonight and give you something to look forward to tomorrow Bobby! I'll be totally nude for you to touch and learn about? We'll play all day if you can keep it up and from what I see you'll do just fine."

I couldn't say anything I was hard again!!!!! My Bonnie completely nude and available for me. She was gong to teach me to eat her pussy!!! The older guys always told me once you eat their pussy they will want to fuck your eyes out. God I might get to fuck Bonnie tomorrow. Again I say: "I can come earlier."

But she laughed and said: "No 9Am is early enough. Besides, you might wear me out! Here look at what you'll have for breakfast tomorrow."

She pulled her panties to the side and showed me her pussy, all of it. There was little to no hair around it and it as swollen and pink and open, her outer lips were still open from my finger fucking her. She smiled and then pulled her panties round it again. "Now go home and be a good boy. No cumming tonight. I will know if you do and then, well we'll just work tomorrow and no teaching or practice. So control yourself. OK.

I told her I would and I walked home with my dick hurting again. I took a cold shower, ate dinner, and took another one. Then before bed I took a freezing one! I lay there in my bed knowing she was in her bed and tomorrow would be the best day of my life!



Training Ch. 03



The aftershocks from the orgasm still rippled through Eileen's body as she sat quietly on the edge of the bed. She made no move and offered no resistance as her husband locked the wide, padded, polished metal cuffs around her wrists and ankles. She could still taste the bitter dregs of his semen in her mouth, and her ass throbbed from the smooth metal probe she had so recently pushed up inside herself. It had been bad enough when he had tied her down helpless and violated her; but today, she had done it herself. She had thrust the thick, veined rubber dildo into herself while the bellhop watched; her hands had driven the probe into her ass while her husband used her mouth. And both times, even while shame and disgust poured through her, she had climbed to heights of ecstatic pleasure she scarcely even knew were possible.

All her life, her mother had warned her against this. From the earliest days she could remember, her mother had told her about women who became too attached to sex. Eileen could vividly recall one day, many years ago, when her mother had gathered her up on the rocking chair she used to sit in near the big bay window and explained the rules of sex to her. "Now, child," she had said, as she smoothed her powder blue dress to make room on her lap, "there are some things you must know so that you grow up to be a proper lady."

Eileen had climbed into her lap to listen, wide-eyed. "The world is filled with corrupt and evil men, and the only thing they want is to do is to use you for disgusting things. You must hold on to your virtue, and hold on tight. Otherwise they will ruin and spoil you."

She clutched her mother's dress, confused and frightened. "How will they do that, mommy?"

"They will want to touch you, the same way that a mommy and a daddy do to make babies. They will tell you that it will feel good. But you mustn't let them! Girls who like the way it feels will turn into dirty tramps. You mustn't let that happen to you. Only when you are married should you do these things, and only to have babies. Remember that!"

Anthony's voice jerked her back to the present. "Lie down." He put his hand between her breasts and pressed her back on the bed. She whimpered and lay still. He bustled around the bed, and in moments the cuffs she wore were locked to the chains attached to the corners of the bed. As he had done the night before, he left the chains slack enough for her to change position and roll over, but short enough that she could not leave the bed or touch herself.

When he'd finished, he sat on the bed and smiled down at her. "When we first met, you thought the idea of oral sex was disgusting, remember? You said you'd never done anything except in the missionary position. With the lights off." He chuckled. "We're only two days into our honeymoon, and here you are screwing in dark alleyways, fucking yourself in the ass, and jilling off in front of the hotel staff." He brushed her hair away from her face and caressed her cheek. "And for someone who doesn't like giving head, you suck cock like a pro."

She flushed and recoiled at his words. "Why are you saying these things to me? Why are you doing these things to me? You have no right!"

"Why? Because you want me to." He traced one of her nipples idly with his finger. She jerked away and tried to cover herself with her arms. The chains brought her up short. 

"No! I don't want you to! You are r-r-raping me!"

He placed both hands on her shoulders and pressed her firmly down onto the bed. She struggled and tried to twist away. He leaned over her and held her pinned under his weight until her struggles subsided. "Raping you?" he asked. "Hmm. Yes. Yes, I suppose I am. Several times, as I recall." His hands glided over her smooth, soft skin, down over the swelling mounds of her breasts. He squeezed and fondled roughly; his thumbs pressed into her nipples. "And I've only just begun. I have lots more in store for you!"

Tears slid silently from her eyes. "Why are you doing this? It's wrong!"

"The real question is, why does it get you off? You come every time I do these things to you. Your body must like it."

She shuddered and tried to turn away from him. He gripped her breasts tightly and pushed her flat on her back. She shuddered and wept harder. "Don't touch me! You have no right! Let go of me!"

His hands squeezed and relaxed rhythmically on her breasts. "Have you wondered why it is you get so wet when I force myself on you? Have you thought to ask yourself why you're so turned on when I chain you down and shove things up your ass, or why your nipples get hard when I expose you to people?" He squeezed harder, and she gasped. "For that matter, have you wondered why you acquiesced to all this so easily? You've scarcely put up a struggle at all. You haven't tried to leave or fly back home or anything." He leaned close and grazed her lips lightly with his. She turned her face away from him, and he chuckled. "It's because, deep down inside, this is what you want. You want to be a sex slave." His warm breath touched her ear. "You like this," he murmured softly. "This is what gets you hot."

"No! No!" she cried. The chains clanked as she thrashed under him. "You're wrong! You're making me do this! You-you bastard!"

"Don't try to pretend this doesn't get you off, you dirty little slut." He shoved his hand roughly between her legs, forced her knees apart. "Do you remember the story you told me when we first started dating, about how you discovered masturbation? Do you remember describing the only way you could make yourself come?"

She writhed on the bed, sobbing. "I...I told you..."

"You told me that the only fantasy that worked for you was about being kidnapped by pirates. You would lie in your bed, when everyone else was asleep, and imagine that they had taken you captive. You told me how the pirates stripped you and paraded you naked on the deck of the ship, remember? Then they took some rope and tied you to the mast, and they all took turns raping you. When they were finished-"

"When they were finished," she said quietly, "they locked me in a cell deep below deck and kept me there. Sometimes, one of them would come into my cell and force himself on me. They would make me do things, dirty things, with my hands and my mouth and my body. They would push me down on the floor and have sex with me through the bars." Her face turned crimson.

"Mmm, yes." Anthony caressed her gently. His fingers brushed back a dark curl of hair that had fallen in her face. "And sometimes, there would be more than one of them, wouldn't there? Two or three of the pirates would go into your cell at the same time. They would all take you at the same time, and you couldn't get away. Your family tried to ransom you, but in your fantasy the pirate captain took a special fancy to you, didn't he? He decided he would rather keep you for himself. So he locked you in his cabin, and he used you whenever he liked. Isn't that right?"

His hand probed deeper between her legs. Long, agile fingers parted her lips, coaxed out her clit. She shuddered and wept harder. "That doesn't make it okay for you to do this to me! You have no right! You can't do this!"

He chuckled. "Oh, yes, I'm sure it is wrong. I don't care. I enjoy raping you. And if you want to fight and scream and try to convince me that you don't like it, well..." He grinned. His thumb pressed hard against her clit. She shuddered and cried out, half in pleasure, half in pain. "All the better. I like when you struggle." Abruptly, he pulled his hands away. "Go to sleep, little whore. Things are about to get a lot more intense."

She rolled away from him and curled up as much as the chains would allow. Her shoulders shook with her sobs. He slid into the bed behind her and pulled up the covers. Her body flinched when he touched her, but he pressed his body to her nonetheless and took her in his arms. Eventually her sobs subsided and her breathing slowed, and she dreamed of pirates and small, dark cells.

When morning came, Anthony rose before Eileen. He slipped on a robe and padded to the closet where he had stashed his enormous trunk, filled with equipment he'd suspected he might need. The lid was secured with a small combination lock, which opened quickly under his fingers. He withdrew several objects from within the trunk and hummed softly to himself as he set up for the morning.

When he was satisfied that all was ready, Anthony turned to the bed where his wife lay sleeping. The robe slipped easily from his shoulders and fell with a whisper to the floor.

He knelt and tightened the chains binding Eileen's wrists. She moaned and stirred restlessly in her sleep. A few quick adjustments later, the chains on her ankles were tight as well.

Eileen roused slowly from a heavy slumber. Sleep dragged at her, sucking her back down into its warm, comfortable embrace. She stirred blearily on the edge of wakefulness, not quite sure where she was. Her arms were stretched out taught to the corners of the bed; a dim realization came to her that she could not move them. As awareness rose, she became conscious that her legs were spread uncomfortably wide, and she could not close them. The tattered edges of sleep clung to her like a blanket, clouding her mind. "Wha--?"

She opened her eyes blearily. At first, she could not make sense of what she saw; blurred shapes moved close to her. Sunlight streamed in through the large windows, blindingly bright. Her vision cleared very slowly.

As the world came into focus, the first thing she saw was Anthony's massive erection, jutting hard only inches from her face. She stared at it groggily without comprehension. His face resolved itself above her, dark eyes regarding her. She shook her head, trying to clear the sleep from her mind.

"Good morning, sleepyhead! Time to wake up. We have a lot to do!"

She blinked fuzzily. "What?" Somewhere, in some distant, sleep-addled corner of her mind, alarm bells were ringing dimly. Why couldn't she move?

"Oh, yes," he said cheerfully. "I've decided to completely rearrange your training program. I've been up all morning working on your new regimen. In fact, thinking about it has got me so horny, I want to use you now."

She blinked, saw motion. Her eyes returned to his erection. He was stroking himself slowly, hands moving up and down his rigid cock.

She squirmed and tried to move away. Chains bound her tightly, stretching her arms out to her sides, holding her legs wide. She was lying on her back in the center of the bed, spread-eagle, unable to move even the smallest amount.

He watched the realization dawn in her eyes and smiled. "Yes."

A jagged spike of panic shot through her. She struggled wildly against the chains, sleep evaporating. "No! No!" 

He moved to lie on top of her; the weight of his body pressed into her, bare skin on bare skin. She struggled harder still, helpless. "No!" The head of his cock touched her, where wetness was already flowing.

With a grunt, he thrust himself hard into her. She screamed as he impaled her. She was throbbing and sore, still bruised deep inside from what he had done to her yesterday. The pounding started immediately; he offered her no chance to adjust to the shock of his erection within her, no opportunity to acclimate at all. He fucked her fast, hard, his hips slamming against her at every stroke, while she screamed and flailed powerlessly at the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. His eyes were unfocused, looking through her rather than at her, and she knew in an instant that he wasn't even paying attention to her. He was merely masturbating with her body, using her like he would use a sex toy, a thing.

She screamed and struggled impotently until his cock swelled inside her. With a grunt, he came, erupting within her. She felt the wet slap of his semen, and her face burned with shame. Her screams subsided to whimpers. He pulled out of her and stood. Sweat covered her body, and already she could feel his gooey wetness flowing out of her gaping sex and dripping onto the bed. She shuddered, trapped, unable to turn away and hide herself from him.

"Mmm, that felt nice," he said. "I should do that every morning." A few quick motions and the chains fell away from her wrists and ankles. She turned on her side away from him and curled up to hide her nakedness with her hands.

"Nope! Get up!" he said. "Your old training program was based on the idea that you would be much more difficult to train than you are. Everyone else thought that it'd take a long time to get you to where you are now. Good thing I knew better, and planned ahead." He reached out and grabbed her wrists tightly. Strong arms pulled her hands away from her breasts, rolled her over to face him. He lifted straight up, dragging her from the bed with her arms above her head. She pulled and tugged feebly; he ignored her and half-carried her over to the window. 

When they reached the window, her eyes opened wide. Midmorning sun bathed her, streamed down on people scurrying along the sidewalk below. She began to struggle more fiercely. His grip tightened on her wrists, and he dragged her onto the platform he'd set up the day before. Chains hung from the corners of the curtain rod, where it was anchored firmly to the wall. It took him only a moment to lock the cuffs around her wrists to the chains, despite her resistance. Chaining her ankles to the edges of the platform required more work; she screamed and fought him like a wildcat, even with her wrists bound, and he was panting with exertion by the time she was standing bound and stretched spread-eagle in front of the window.

He stood behind her and reached around to touch her body. His hands glided over her, fondling her breasts, caressing her sides, stroking her arms. She jerked and shuddered, helpless to move away. The London streets spread out below her, and she felt vulnerable and very, very exposed.

Lips grazed the back of her neck, raising goose bumps. He kissed her neck softly as his hands closed around her breasts. "We will still be doing your regular daily anal training and forced oral sex," he said, "so you needn't worry about that." He drew her tight against his body, and the tip of his tongue flicked against her ear. "But I'll be adding two more daily sessions to your training." A hand slid lower, down the front of her body, over her mound. "This is one of them."

"What...what are you doing?"

"The purpose of this part of the training," he said, stepping back, "is to teach your lovely cunt to contract very hard when you come. This will make your orgasm more pleasurable for me when I'm fucking you." He walked around to the nightstand, picked up an object, and held it up for her to see. Dull metal gleamed in the light from the window. It was a round, silvery-gray metal ball, about the size of a golf ball, connected to a short metal rod with a small, blunt hook on the end. He stood beside her and ran the smooth metal sphere down over her breast. It was cool to the touch, and she shivered.

"This," he said as he knelt beside her, "goes in your cunt." With a swift movement, he shoved it deep into her dripping wetness. She arched and screamed in surprise and shock.

"Hold it!" he said. "Clamp down on it!" He took his hand away; the ball stayed inside her, with the hook hanging down humiliatingly out of her. It felt hard and heavy within her, and she felt soreness as she clamped down on it.

"Good," he said. "Now, I'm going to make you come, and you're going to keep clamping down on it and hold it inside you when you come. When you get to the point where you can hold it in you every time you orgasm, I'll start hanging weights from it to make it heavier. Before you know it, your body will clamp down automatically whenever you come."

He turned away again. She stood helpless and stretched in front of the window, feeling the cool hard weight inside her. Tears began sliding silently down her cheeks. "No," she whispered softly, "you can't do this to me..."

"Oh, but I can!" He was there at her side again, not quite touching her. Something buzzed in his hand. Without warning, he pressed the egg-shaped vibrator against her clit.

She shrieked in surprise. The metal ball slid from her with a wet slurp and thudded to the floor.

He knelt and picked it up. "I know this won't be easy at first. Don't worry, though. We still have more than a week and a half of honeymoon left. By he time we get back home, you'll grab onto anything that's shoved in you without even thinking about it." He placed one hand on her thigh to steady her and pushed the metal ball up into her again. "Hold it!"

She screamed and clenched as tightly as she could. Hard metal pressed against her G-spot, and butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Tears leaked from her tightly-closed eyes and she fought against her own arousal No, no, no, I don't like this, I don't want to be turned on...

He brought the buzzing vibrator back to her clit. She threw her head back and moaned. Waves of pleasure crashed through her. Warm wetness as his tongue slid over her nipple; she shuddered and pressed her breast to his face unconsciously. "Oh, God, please, no," she said, "please, please, no...oh!" 

The orgasm took her hard. She spasmed and shook with ecstasy. The metal ball shifted as she came, and she realized what was about to happen just a split second before it slipped and fell. Anthony took the vibrator away, just moments before the peak of orgasm, and she shuddered and clenched on nothing. Arousal was swamped by frustration. "No! Please!"

He picked up the device and looked at it. "Not quite good enough. We'll have to keep doing this until you get it right."

She hung limply from the chains, panting. Below her, on the street, she could see somebody looking up at her. Fire colored her cheeks. "No, please, no more. Please..."

There was no gentleness in him when he shoved the ball into her once more. He forced it deep, until it bottomed against her cervix and took her breath away. "Hold onto it."

The small, powerful vibrator touched her again. Her clit screamed in response; following so closely on her orgasm, it was too much, and she cried out and jerked her hips away. Tears flowed anew. "No! Please, I'm too sensitive!"

"Well, perhaps you'll like this better, then." He set the egg down and knelt directly in front of her. Lightly, gently, he touched her clit with just he tip of his tongue. Even that was almost unbearable, and she moved her hips backward again to escape. His hands moved immediately to her ass, and he drew her forward to his waiting tongue. She quivered and pulled uselessly against the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. "No! No, Anthony, you'll hurt me! I-I can't, not again, it's too much, please!"

His tongue circled her clit with skill and precision. She shuddered and tried to pull away. Arousal and revulsion both swept through her. "Anthony, stop! It's dirty! I have come in me! Don't...oh, God!"

He seemed to have an almost telepathic sense of how to move, how much she could bear. His tongue pressed and swirled, always right on the edge of being unbearable, prompting her body to respond. She stared down at his broad muscular shoulders and felt the familiar stirring inside her. The sobs turned to sighs, then to moans. She stopped struggling and pressed herself to him. "Oh, God, it feels so good, I'm going to-"

He flicked his tongue rapidly over her. She shuddered and cried out in pleasure. The orgasm built rapidly, and as she shook and moaned, the metal ball slid out. He stopped licking her instantly. Her hands curled into fists and she let out a long, anguished wail of frustration and disappointment. For a timeless instant, she stayed there, balanced on the edge of ecstasy; then, amazingly, she came, without touch or penetration. It was a weak, confused orgasm, a brief flash of pleasure without relief, and it left her even more frustrated than if she had not come at all.




Training Ch. 03



I set my alarm for 7AM to ensure I'd be up, bathed and had my breakfast. I was sure I'd need all of them, bathed because I felt I'd be nude all day or almost all day with Bonnie. And eating breakfast would give me the energy I would need to do whatever Bonnie wanted me to do in her home and to her body, I hopped. 

These past days had been the most exciting days of my life. I had made the woman I had dreamed about cum, and cum more than one time. While I hadn't fucked her with my cock I had made her cum!!! GOD she was so hot and so beautiful. And she had touched my cock, stroked it and sucked it and made me cum too! This week included so many of the things I had masturbated about almost my entire masturbation life. It seemed as if someone had read my mind or my diary.

I had kept a diary of the things I had jerked off too about Bonnie since I was always thinking of Bonnie when I jerked off. No one knew I had this diary and I kept it locked in box and hidden in my closet under my football gear and boxes of trading cards and old toys. 

My routine was to watch Bonnie from my bedroom window as she lay in the sun in her small bikini and jerk off. Then after I came I would get my diary and write about what I saw and what she did and describe it along with any photos I had taken of her. Then I'd hide the diary and photos back in the box again and cover it with all that stuff. Every day I'd jerk off and most days the dairy would be updated and hidden exactly where I put it. It never looked like it was disturbed but this week Bonnie and I were doing all the things I had written about wanting to do to her or have her do to me.

The phone rang at 8 Am and since mom was in the shower I answered it. It was Bonnie!!! She told me to get ready and come over as soon as I was ready. She said: "Just come in the back door Bobby I will be upstairs. Just yell out when you come in. I may be in the shower so come up and start to put the furniture back in the bedroom for me. OK? Thanks."

She hung up and I finished my breakfast quickly and ran over to her house, again jumping the fence in one hop. I opened the door and yelled: "I'm here Bonnie!"

No answer. So I walked up the steps to the bedroom like she told me to do. She was in the bathroom so I called again and she said: "I'll be right out Bobby go ahead and start moving the furniture for me."

I did as told and a few minutes later she came out wearing a short robe that showed off her long silky legs. It was very short and hugged her curves, defining her breasts and ass. I immediately wondered if she had anything on under it.

She came over to me and kissed me on my lips and we held each other for a few seconds before she smiled and said: "You were fast Bobby. I didn't even have time to shower. Oh well we'll move the furniture and then I'll do it. You can even help me if you like. You know wash my back for me."

My cock screamed at attention!!! I stuttered and said: "Su..Sure! I would love to help you wash your back. Or, anything else you would like me to wash."

I smiled and she patted my cheek. As we assembled the bed frame and then placed the mattresses back on the frame she looked stunning in that robe. Then she teased me by telling me we had to make the bed now. As she bent and spread her legs to put on the sheets I got my answer. She had no bra or panties on under her sexy robe. It hung open as she bent to tuck in the sheets and her breasts and nipples were in full view as she did it. She looked up at me and said: "Come on sweetie tuck in your end." 

I did as she told me and then she turned down the sheets like it was ready for someone to sleep in. Smiling up at me she said: "Patience's sweetie we're almost done."

We moved the rest of the furniture back in place and then she came to me. We merged our bodies together as we kissed and exchanged tongues. My hands went to her ass and pulled her even tighter. My cock hard and throbbing she moaned in my mouth as my hands ran under her robe and cupped her nude ass cheeks. So nice, she had such a great ass. I held her tight and we pushed against each other dry humping until she broke the kiss. 

She took my hand and turned and we walked to the bathroom. It was big with an over size tub and shower. She let go of my hand and turned to me. "Undo the belt Bobby. Undo it and take my robe off", she said.

I moved my hands to the tie and undid the belt and the robe opened in the front exposing her body to my eyes. Her body was so lovely and as she slid the robe off her shoulders she stood there in front of me with nothing, absolutely nothing on, but a big smile. "Not bad for an old women am I", she said?

"You're beautiful. You're so beautiful Bonnie, and you're not old. God you had a fantastic body!"

She thanked me and just stood there letting me see her. 

I looked at her breasts moving gently as she inhaled and exhaled. Her nipples were reddish/pink and swollen. She was exited already. I knew that since she told me that many ladies when they rare excited have their nipples puff up and out, that is unless she is just cold. I knew she wasn't cold the house was nice and warm. She had such great breasts and I could see she liked to show them off, to me like that. She just stood there letting me see her. 

I looked down at her stomach so flat and small compared to her breasts and her hips hand belly was very small. She had a nice shape from top to bottom. Her belly button had a small stone in it. She smelled wonderful, so fresh.

My eyes drifted to her hips and her pelvis which made her a woman anyone would have wanted. It was still flat with the slightest mound where her pussy hair started. She had a 'landing strip' style that ran down to her slit. It was about two inches long and two inches wide. I could see the clit hood and the slit that lead to paradise I was sure. She had her legs spread about a foot, just enough to let me see the slit almost completely.

Her long legs completed the rest of her. They were smooth and athletic looking like she ran or used a treadmill. She turned around slowly showing me her back and that perfect ass. It sat up high and firm and I knew my balls would never drag on the sheets with that ass lifting me up like I dreamed of so many times. If only!!

She smiled and turned the rest of the way and sat on the side of the tub. She let me watch as she opened her thighs and rubbed her legs. I could see that there was a little bit of hair around her slit and it looked like she shaved most of it off.

I just looked at her and finally she looked up at me and said: Want to help me bath? I need to be clean for you today. Today I am going to teach how to please a lady with your tongue and mouth. To do that, I'll have to be clean and you will have to kiss and lick me here."

She spread her legs and showed me her wonderful pussy. She just sat there and let me look at her cunt. Not moving she took my hand and told me to kneel down. I did and she said: "Touch me. Touch it Bobby. You touched me yesterday and made me cum. Touch it today. Feel how warm it is, how wet you are making me already. Touch it for me baby!"

OH YES! GOD YES!! 

I wanted to touch her so badly. I moved my hand and fingers to her open thighs and ran then up the inside until I felt her heat coming off her cunt. She talked to me and instructed me and I did what she told me. I could see her wetness beginning as I watched my fingers move over and around and then into her hole. She informed me about her clit and showed me it by pulling the hood back. With my other hand I used a finger to touch it and made her jump and moan. Her round little sex ball stood out proudly, hard and pink and I was sure I could see it throbbing like my cock. I softly stroked it and felt her respond to my touch. 

I could smell her musk now and she was becoming more and more excited as I watched my fingers fucking her hole. I could see her wetness on them as they came out of her hole. She would from time to time take my hand or fingers and instruct me as she guided my fingers on her pussy. Then she said; "Like that!! Yes that's it, mummm Bobby that feels so good. Do you like doing it to me?"

I moaned or maybe hissed: "Yes! Fuck yes! It's so hot, you're so hot!"

I looked at her face and saw the lust on it. She looked into my eyes and took my head and pressed it to her tit. I began to suck and lick the nipple as she moaned and rocked on my hand. Then she squeezed her thighs tightly around my hand and humped on it as she had done yesterday! She was cumming and I was making her cum! "Oh Bobby that feels so good baby!" she said. 

She held my face on her tit, my mouth on her nipple, my hand on her pussy and three fingers in her pussy hole. And rocked and humped my hand.

When she released me she stood up and pulled me with her. She undid the top of my jeans and told me to strip for her. She stood there and I undressed. "Slowly Bobby! Do it slowly, everything is better sexually if it starts slow. Trust me we have all day baby", she never took her eyes off my hands and then my cock as I stepped out of my jeans.

When my shorts came off my hard cock sprang out towards her. She took it in her hand and knelt in from of me now. He kissed the head and licked it once. Then she released it and I took off my tee shirt. Now both of us were completely nude.

Once I was nude she turned on the shower and when the water got warm we went into it and started to wash each other's body. I was so fucking hard. Do you know how hot it is to touch and see the woman you have always wanted? Like a dream that's how it is. To bath her knowing that afterwards she will give me her body and teach me how to please it, was more than I could believe was happening.

She let me wash her completely touching her everywhere. I made good use of her tits and ass and knelt in front of her and washed her pussy feeling all of her up again. She watched me and when I was done I used the shower to wash her off. Again I knelt in front of her pussy and she put a foot on the side of the tube and said: "Taste me Bobby. Put your tongue in my pussy Bobby. Lick me and see if I'm clean enough for you to eat me".

Oh yes, I moved my face into her pussy and licked and kissed and licked and kissed and sucked and spread her outer lips and shoved my tongue as deep as I could into her hole. She smelled and tasted wonderful. But she could have ran 10 miles and I would still put my face in her cunt and licked her I loved and wanted this so much!

She let me play with her pussy for a few minutes and then pulled me up and kissed me and I said: "Clean? OK, can we get in bed now?"

She smiled and said: "Well not yet, it's your turn baby! I'm going to wash you now. Your mouth felt very nice on me Bobby. I think with a little training and instructions I can make you the best pussy eater in the neighborhood. Your girl friend is going to love how you eat her pussy when we get done teaching you how to do it."

I told her I didn't want a girl friend I wanted her. She smiled and took my dick in her hands and started to wash me as she also masturbated me. She loved to touch me and wash me and play with my ass too. She washed my back and stomach and knelt in from of me and washed my legs and thighs and finally she concentrated on my hard cock. It stood up in the air, so hard and wanting!!

My body ached with lust and need. I watched as she stroked it and sucked the head and played with my nuts. She was making love to my dick with her hands and mouth! Then she took a deep breath and took almost all of my cock in her mouth! She was deep throating me. She was so good at this. Well she was the first to ever suck my cock but she sure felt like she was the best

Again and again she would take my cock deep into her mouth and throat! Then she would back off and jerk it and look up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. As she sucked, her tongue never stopped dancing around and over the head or shaft. Her hands were magical and the way she played with my nuts make me moan, cry and hiss out how good it was.

I couldn't't take it and told her I was going to cum!! She stopped and stood up! "No!! Don't you dare!!! Will power Bobby! Don't cum in my bathtub!! Hold it. Stop it DON"T YOU DARE!!" she yelled the last very loud!

Again I strained and closed my eyes bit my lip and the cum bubbled in my balls and was rising up in my cock!! I wasn't sure if I was going to stop this time!! "She screamed at me: "NO!!! If you cum we'll stop!! Hold it Bobby! Please!! Don't cum!"

Then, she slapped my face very hard!!! It made me open my eyes and look at her. She slapped me again! And I didn't cum! I DIDN"T CUM.

In fact the slaps had made my cock begin to deflate a little. She saw the pain in my eyes and she touched me where she had slapped me. She held me close and whispered: "I'm sorry baby! I had to help you! I realized you couldn't hold off by yourself. I'm sorry I hurt you!! It was the only way!"

She turned off the water and we stepped out of the tub. We dried off not touching each other. She smiled again and touched my face where she had slapped me. Then we walked into the bedroom. We didn't say a word as she moved to the bed and got up on it. She laid back and reached out for me. I took her hand; my heart was in my throat. She pulled me gently and I climbed up on the bed with her.

I move to her and she kissed me and held me in her arms. Then she said: "Now Bobby, I'm yours, do what you want to do with me. Later on we'll talk about how you did it and work on how to improve it. I'm so sorry I slapped you so hard. Make love to me now Bobby! It's time. Fuck me."

I kissed her and my hands reached for her pussy. I began to rub and play with it as we kissed and shared tongues again. We made out for a time. She touched my hard cock and began to stroke it. I moved between her legs and she opened them wider. I lay on top of her and my dick was lying right on top of her slit. She looked up at me and said: "Do you want me to put it in for you?"

I moaned as I told her: "Yes!" I want to fuck you so badly!"

She guided my cock head to her open hole and as the head touched it she said: "I was going to teach you to eat my pussy first Bobby. But I feel so badly for slapping you. If you want to fuck me go ahead and push it into me. I want you to fuck me today too!"

I just looked at her and pushed. The head of my cock entered her as the lips of her vagina opened like a gate and I felt for the first time her warm wet tight hole. "Oh God!! Oh God, Oh God Bonnie, you feel so good", I whispered in her ear as she held me and I began to move in and out of her pussy tunnel.

Do it Bobby! Fuck me! Push it all the way in and fill me with your big cock", she whispered back.

I pushed more and felt every inch of my dick as it moved up into her tunnel. "So good", I as thinking as I pushed more and more. Finally our bodies merged and I was all the way in.

"Good!! That's it Bobby! You are all the way in baby. Does it feel as good as you were thinking all those days and nights you masturbated with me in your brain baby", she asked?

"OH God Bonnie. It's so much better! So good!! Oh yes!! I can feel you squeezing me. I wanted to fuck you so bad!!" I almost cried the words

"Then do it! Fuck me like you always wanted to do Bobby! Fuck me baby! Show me how you would do it. Fuck me!!" she demanded it. 

I started to hump into her like a mad man. In and out I slammed into her hole. My cock screaming to cum in seconds, as I moved in and out of her hole faster and faster and faster. 

More!! I wanted more. Harder now too. She felt it to and lifted her legs and wrapped them around me and held me with them as I pumped and pumped and tried to push my cock out the other side of her body.

More I wanted more. Harder I fucked her. Like some type of animal I was moaning and grunting and hissing, telling her how good she felt and how much I had wanted to fuck her. I moved and moved and I screamed as I arched my back and let it roar out of my balls. 

Cum!! I slammed into her so hard and as deep as I could get it. Cum!! I moaned and howled like a wolf I was sure. My eyes closed, my mouth open and my ass squeezing as I pushed as hard as I could and pumped load after built up cum into her cunt. 

It was perfect, like I had dreamed of. As I came it almost hurt. I bit the pillow and held it for a long time as my nuts finally emptied. She held her legs and arms around me and we rocked and moved together as she knew I was climaxing so hard! I wanted it to last forever.

Then it was over. We laid there with her holding me, stroking my back with her hands. We would kiss every few seconds and she finally released her legs from around my body. She held me with her arms and touched my face with her hands. She kissed me gently, almost like a mother's kisses a child.

We looked into each other's eyes; I could see the passion and affection for me in her eyes. I was sure she could see the love and lust in my eyes. She whispered for me to roll over.

I slowly, oh so, lifted up and my wet slippery cock slowly came out of her cunt hole. I rolled over and lay next to her. She kissed me again and touched my face. Then she said: "Was it good baby"

I smiled and said; "Was it good? God it was the best! I never felt anything as good or as wonderful in my life. Thank you. God you felt fantastic Bonnie." I cupped her breast and could feel the nipple hard and long and I played with it a little. She was watching my face and as I kissed her one more time she held me and whispered: "Can I tell you something Bobby?"

I told her she could tell me anything. She said: "You lasted about than 3 minutes baby! I know how good it was but you only lasted 3 minutes or less."

I said: "Oh fuck! Three minutes!! That's all? Did........did you cum too?"

She smiled and touched my face and said: "No!! No baby it was too quick! That's the first thing you did wrong. You need to work on your endurance. But you also need to work on foreplay baby. A lady needs lots of stimulation. And you didn't do any. You got on and wam bam thank you mam was about it. Now the next time, we do it we do it my way and I'll show you how much better it can be and how much longer you'll feel the pleasure. OK?"

I was stunned. I didn't even think of her. All I wanted was to fuck her, fuck her, and fuck her!! And she let me do just that to prove a point! She had let me go at it like a fucking 18 year old without any experience. And boy was I dumb. I went wild and shot my load and then I realized she didn't cum!! 

One think I had learned from her was to make sure the lady cum first and maybe more than once. I won't forget that again. "Lesson learned", I told her.

She got up and went into the bathroom. All I could think of was I had screwed this up big time. She was going to come back and tell me to dress and get out I was sure. I heard the water running and wondered if she was showering again.

A few minutes later she came out with a towel wrapped around her. "I'm so sorry Bonnie", I told her again and again.

She sat next to me drying her long black hair. She didn't say anything. I told her again how sorry I was. She looked up and patted my leg. She said: "Well aren't you going to wash up too? I mean look at you, you're wet and sticky and covered with your cum.

I sat up and looked at her. She stood up and undid the towel. Oh that very beautiful body was still shinning from the water. Her nipples stood out and she put her hands on her hips and said: "Go!! Wash up you, you have a pussy to eat!! And you're not going home until you do it right!"

I jumped up and ran to the bathroom my wet semi-hard cock swinging from side to side. She laughed at me as went into the bathroom to wash myself.

When I came back into the bedroom the sheets were covered to hide the wet spot and she was lying on top like a goddess. She smiled and held out her hand to me again. "Come here baby and let Bonnie teach you how to make love to a woman properly"




Training Ch. 03



I move to the bed I was her servant now and would do anything she told me to do. Now I wanted to please her even more. She held me and kissed me and told me: "I want to feel that big cock of yours again deep inside me Bobby. But, first you have to please me and get me worked up. That's how it done properly. Now show me what you have learned so far and then we'll get your tongue on my pussy and see if you can make me cum as you do it. If you do, we'll fuck again, this time my way, Now......time for you to get to work. Touch me Bobby, touch my s and feel the heat I have for you."

I moved to her and started to make love to this very special lady.



Training Ch. 03



Her body shook and her knees buckled. "Please, I can't do this!"

He picked up the ball and shoved it back. "Yes, you can. We're going to keep this up until you get it right, now and every day until the honeymoon's over. Now come for me again." His hands tightened on her ass, and his tongue pressed against her.

It took two more tries before she was able to retain the heavy metal object through her orgasm. By the end, she was screaming and shaking uncontrollably; every slightest movement of his tongue was exquisite torture, coaxing sweet, agonizing pleasure from her body. She contracted hard around solid steel, and could not tell if it was heaven or hell. When it was over, she hung from the chains bathed in sweat and cried softly.

"There, see? I told you that you could do it. Pretty soon, it'll be easy." His words were as distant as low thunder rumbling on the horizon. He rose and put on the robe. Dim, distant sounds came to her from the other room, barely perceived. She stayed there in a daze, still unable to move.

A knock came at the door. She heard more voices, then the sound of something large and heavy moving. The door closed again. Anthony came back into the bedroom.

"Are you hungry?" He unfastened her chains and held her tenderly in his arms. "I ordered breakfast. You must be starving."

She clung tightly to him, spent, as he led her into the living room. Room service had delivered a large breakfast; steak and eggs, toast, juice, piled high on the table. "Here. Kneel." He guided her to her knees on the floor at one end of the dining table. She looked up at him uncomprehendingly.

"Now I told you," he said, "I'm adding to your training program, but I'm not replacing the things that are already on it. You just had several orgasms. You know what you have to do after that." He maneuvered her so that she knelt just under the edge of the table, at the foot of the chair. She whimpered as he locked her wrists together behind her back and bound her knees to the table legs. "Besides, you're a sex slave. Pleasuring me comes first."

He reached into the pocket on the robe and pulled out a padded metal ring with straps attached. Her eyes widened when she recognized it, what he had called an "oral rape harness." She shook her head, turned her face away. "No!"

"I know, I know. Your training program was pretty extensive before, and now it's going to be a lot to ask. You'll be receiving four to five sessions a day. That's a lot of sex! But you need to be trained. Forcible oral penetration, preferably with ejaculation in the subject's mouth; that's what it says on your training program. Open your mouth."

"No!" She turned her head away from him.

He gripped her chin tightly and forced her to look at him. His fingers dug into her cheeks, prying her mouth open. Eileen struggled and squealed, but could not keep him from pressing the ring behind her teeth. He grabbed her hair and held her still while he buckled the strap in place behind head. She fought frantically, struggling against his grip and against the bonds holding her under the table, until finally he pulled her hair painfully. "Behave."

She gasped in pain. He finished buckling the ring in her mouth. A thin line of drool leaked past it and dripped from her chin. She watched him sit in the chair right in front of her, and shuddered when he opened his robe to reveal a strong erection. Thoughts of what he was about to do passed through her mind, causing her heart to beat fast with disgust. She trembled and felt warm tremors between her legs.

He caressed her cheek, ran his hands gently through her hair. She shivered and drew back from him, but a strong hand behind her head pushed her forward. He guided the head of his cock through the ring holding her mouth open, then tied the two long leads connected to the harness around the legs of the chair in which he sat, preventing her from moving her head away.

She whimpered and tried to speak.

"Shh," he said. "Don't talk with your mouth full." He picked up his silverware and dug into breakfast with gusto, ignoring the woman bound at his feet with his erection in her mouth. The small mewling sounds she made appeared not to affect his appetite in the least. A warm, salty drop of pre-come welled up at the tip of his cock, and she shuddered and struggled to move away. She felt trapped, her head held down over him, knees spread wide and bound to the table legs; her stomach quivered with anticipation and dread.

Finally, he finished and set down his fork. She looked up fearfully and met his eyes, saw desire flare in those dark pools. "Oh, yes," he said. His hands wrapped around the back of her head, gripped her hair tightly. "Oh, yes."

For a long moment, time froze. She felt acutely aware of him, in a way she couldn't quite understand; everything about him, from the tiny smile that lifted the corner of his mouth to the muscles rippling in his arms to the slightly musky residue of her own sex on his cock, crowded in around her. They hung there, in that taut, drawn-out instant, her senses jangling.

Then the moment passed, and he pushed her head down hard. She cried out and choked as his rigid shaft plowed into the back of her throat. He raped her mouth with abandon, forcing her down with both hands, and her cries and struggles served only to excite him further. It took only a very short time before he twitched and thickened; then torrents of warm, thick goo erupted in her mouth. She choked and sputtered, and sent white ribbons of come streaming from the corners of her mouth. He held her tightly and let the last few spurts flow against her tongue, before he unfastened the strap behind her head and released her.

She sat back heavily, gasping. A thick, heavy glob of warm semen poured from her mouth and rolled down her breast. Her chest heaved as she glared up at him. "I don't like that!"

He smiled and rose. "I do. I enjoy that a great deal. Are you hungry, little whore?"

She nodded sullenly.

Without a word, he turned and walked away, leaving her to struggle against her bonds beneath the table. His come dripped from her nipple and splashed onto her thigh. She shuddered in disgust; the gooey stuff cooled on her chin, her neck, her breasts, and she longed to wipe it away. She fought against the cuffs that bound her wrists behind her back, knowing even as she did that she could not free herself.

Anthony returned holding the black rubber phallus he'd forced her to masturbate with yesterday. He placed it standing upright in the center of his chair, where it wobbled unsteadily. A few moments later he had untied her knees, but left her wrists securely bound behind her back. "Up."

Kneeling at the foot of the chair had left her knees sore. She struggled to rise without using her hands, and finally he took her by the elbow and pulled her to her feet. "Sit."

She stared at the thick, deeply textured dildo sticking up from the center of the chair. "No, please, I'm too sore!"

"Well, that's the point, isn't it? We're training your body to accept having things shoved up that delicious pussy of yours any time. You're sore because you aren't used to it yet, which is why we're doing this." He gripped her shoulders firmly and turned her around. "Sit!"

The edge of the chair caught the back of her knees and she yelped. He guided her wrists over the chair's high back as she lowered herself gingerly. The dildo touched her entrance, and she paused for a second, holding herself awkwardly over the chair, before slowly lowering herself onto it.

Her body protested the intrusion. She cried out as she settled onto the chair, with her hands bound together behind her and the weight of her body forcing the dildo deeply into her. "Don't! It hurts!"

Without a word, he picked up one of the lengths of rope with which he had bound her legs, and wrapped it tightly around each breast until they ballooned out. The ends of the rope went around the back of the chair. He pulled it tight and tied it, binding her body tightly against the back of the chair, preventing her escape. Her breasts throbbed dully. "Please," she whimpered, "what are you doing?"

He dragged another chair over and sat down next to her. Working slowly and deliberately, he set a plate in front of her and heaped it high. He picked up a knife and fork, cut off a bite-sized chunk of steak, and held it up to her lips. "Open."

Her face flushed and she squirmed in shame. The smell of the food made her stomach rumble, and she became aware suddenly of how hungry she was. She opened her mouth and felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her.

"Good girl. See? You open your mouth for me whenever I say." He fed her patiently, delicately. All the while, with each breath, the rope dug cruelly into her breasts, held her tightly to the chair. The dildo, buried inside her just a little bit too deeply by the full weight of her body, was a steady ache that increased slowly until she was moaning and writhing uncontrollably. Beneath the steak and eggs, she was still aware of the dull salty taste of his come.

By the time he was finished feeding her, the ache had become a pulsing, throbbing pain that was almost unbearable. Each tiny motion brought new torment from the fake rubber cock. She tried to lift herself off the seat as much as her bonds would allow, which only caused the rope to tighten painfully against her breasts.

"Mmm, I love to see you this way, all helpless and squirmy," he cooed. One hand slid between her legs; gentle, nimble fingers stroked her clit. "And you're so wet! You must like this." His fingers moved faster. Heat rose in her, and she sighed. She twitched involuntarily around the dildo, and the heat flared into overwhelming need. She tilted her head back, eyes half closed, and moaned.

He leaned forward to kiss her. The instant their lips met, she cried out and turned away. "No!"

"No? Okay." With a smile, he leaned back and removed his hand, precisely at the instant that orgasm seemed certain.

She screamed in frustration as she teetered on the edge. He watched as she thrashed against her bonds so strongly that the chair skipped sideways across the floor. She clenched and unclenched on the dildo, willing herself to come, but the orgasm slipped away. "Please!"

"Please what?"

She shook her head tightlipped.

"You know," he said, "if you don't ask for what you want, how can you expect to get it?"

She howled wordlessly, a sound of pure frustration.

"Well, I guess whatever it is you want, you must not want it too badly, then," He waited until she gave up chasing her orgasm; when her struggles quieted, he unlocked the cuffs keeping her wrists behind the chair. She reached to touch herself, and he smacked her hands away. "None of that! We don't have time. You need to get showered and ready to go. We have more sightseeing to do!" He unbound her quickly, and she sighed in relief and stood unsteadily. She reached down and grabbed the base of the dildo. A strong pull, a wet sucking sound, and it was free; she gasped in shock at the puddle of her own juices left behind on the chair.

Her thoughts hung loudly in the air. He stood behind her and stroked her hair. "Yes, it's true." Fingertips traced the marks left on her breasts by the rope. "Your body likes this very much. Look how wet it makes you! You are a very dirty slut and your body likes it rough. Now go wash off all the come that's all over you so we can leave." He turned her to face the bathroom. "Go!"

In the shower, as soon as she soaped herself up, she was intensely aware of how sore she was. Now free of the tight constriction, her breasts were tender, and every touch between her legs reminded her of how deeply the dildo had been planted. The dried remnants of his semen clung stubbornly; she scrubbed herself over and over, but still felt dirty. She had heard of women who let their men defile them in such a way, but it had always seemed logical to her that such women, if they actually existed, must be the depraved sorts of perverts who would never attract a man.

She shuddered at the memory of warm thick fluid filling her mouth, flowing down her neck, over her breasts. Her hands, slick with soap, sought to erase that memory. She caressed her over-sensitized breasts. The gentle touch soothed them, and as her hands played over her skin, her nipples responded. She thought of the puddle she'd left behind on the polished wooden chair, and her hands moved lower to wash away that memory, too. Soapy fingers parted her folds, pressed in where the dildo had been. She trembled and moaned and came easily, hips rolling against her fingers and memories of Anthony's semen sliding down her body vivid in her mind.

Finally, she emerged dripping from the shower and patted herself dry. She felt even more sore than she had when she went in, and winced as she toweled off between her legs. Now that her arousal had been abated, she felt slightly embarrassed about masturbating in the shower, especially so soon after her husband had done what he'd done to her. She wrapped the towel tightly around herself when she left the bathroom.

Anthony was still dressed in nothing but the robe, tied loosely around his waist. "Did I hear you touching yourself in there?"

She nodded and looked away.

"My, you are a horny little slut! I thought you were sore."

Fire touched her cheeks. "I am!" She glared at him. "You hurt me!"

"You'll get used to it. " He chuckled. "Used to being used, I suppose you could say. We have a lot of walking to do today, though, so I suppose I'll have to do something about that." He gestured to the bed. "Tell you what. Lie down on your tummy like a good girl and let me tie you down, and after I'm done with your ass I'll put some of that cream that you like so much on you."

"No!" she said. "You can't do this to me! This has gone far enough! I'm not going to let-"

In two strides, he was across the room. One hand grabbed her by the hair; the other seized her arm, painfully tightly. He dragged her bodily across to the bed and forced her down onto it. She fought back hard; her foot caught his shin, causing him to bellow in pain. He twisted her arm up behind her back and held her down firmly face-down on the bed. She kicked beneath him as he locked the metal cuff over her wrist and chained it down. She did not stop struggling until all four limbs were securely chained and they were both panting with exertion.

"You know," he said, gasping for breath, "I think I kind of like when you struggle." His hand slipped up her thigh, found wetness. "I think you do too."

"No! No I don't! You can't do this to me! It's not right!" She yanked helplessly on the chains. "Let me go!"

Very gently, very carefully, his fingers stroked her clit, as softly as the touch of a butterfly's wing. Before long, as he had expected, her protests had quieted to soft moans.

"You really are easy," he said. From the nightstand, he gathered up the midsized probe where it lay in its case, and the unlabelled bottle he'd used before. He applied a dollop of cream to the end of the metal probe and pressed it against the entrance to her ass.

A brief moment of resistance, a soft cry, and it slid in easily all the way to the base. He smiled and caressed her back. "What a difference only a few days can make."

Se moaned and tightened around the intrusion. "No, please take it out..."

He squeezed some more cream on his fingers and slipped them between her legs. She jumped at the touch and struggled anew. "No!"

"No?" He worked his fingers gently into her. "Doesn't that feel better?" The soothing cream quenched the fire in her throbbing, over-used sex. She whimpered into the pillow. "No, no, it will make me..." her voice trailed off.

His fingers worked deeper. "It will make you what?

"It will make me want things inside me."

"What a conundrum!" he chuckled. "You can stay sore now, or you can feel better now but want sex later. What to do?" The fingers moved deeper still, drawing out a sigh of pleasure. "The choice isn't up to you, though."

"I don't want to want it!" she wailed. Even as she spoke, her body gave lie to the words; she moved backward onto his fingers, and her hips ground upward in response to his motions. Another sigh escaped her lips.

"No, you don't, do you? Above all else, you hate the idea that you could actually be a sexual person, that you might actually want sex. That's why all of your fantasies are of coercion and rape, isn't it?" One had caressed her bare butt, making her shiver and clench around the probe. "And now I'm giving you precisely what you've always wanted, only I'm making you want it, too." He laughed. "I'm such a stinker, aren't I?"

For the next several minutes, his fingers stroked her from the insides. When he had her writhing on the bed, unable to stop moaning, he pulled his fingers from her and slid the probe free. A short time later, the cuffs binding her were unlocked. "Get dressed. Time to go out!"

She cried out and remained bent over the bed. "Please...please..." Without any heed to her cries, he pulled a plain white sundress out of the closet and tossed it onto the bed next to her. "Wear this. No underwear."

She rose reluctantly. Her heart pounded fast; wetness dripped from inside her. She dressed half in a daze; even the touch of the thin cotton on her skin made her body yearn for more. By the time she had pulled on her shoes and stockings, and locked the requisite straps with their sharp points around her thighs, her need had abated enough for her to think rationally again.

They left the hotel. The weather outside was a rare treat; London had decided to grace them with uncommon warmth and sunshine. Traffic hummed around them during the walk to the nearby tube station. She found the hip-swaying gait made necessary by the straps was becoming nearly effortless; indeed, she was scarcely even aware of it until they reached the stairway descending to the station, and a sharp poke to her inner thigh reminded her to keep her legs parted even as she walked down.

A short while later, they were seated graciously in a stunning rooftop restaurant in Knightsbridge. Huge windows overlooked the sweep of the Thames River below. Eileen gasped at the view, gasped at the prices on the menu, and gasped again as Anthony's hand touched her thigh. "That's the Globe Theatre over there," he said, nodding toward a round white building with a dark roof below them. "They built it half a block from the original, where William Shakespeare's plays were first performed. First building with a thatched roof in London in almost four hundred years." White teeth flashed behind a boyish grin. "The original had a thatched roof, so it just wouldn't do to build a new one without a thatched roof, would it? Wouldn't be traditional. Would you like some wine?"

The wine, and the meal that followed, was an experience beyond Eileen's capability to describe. The casual, easy luxury, the almost palpable air of wealth and sophistication, all surpassed anything she'd ever fantasize about; for the next hour, she forgot everything-her forced sexual servitude, the chains that bound her each night, the way her husband used and exhibited her-intoxicated as she was by the atmosphere of the place.

About the same time as the last plates were being cleared from the table, a small but persistent tingle between her legs brought her back to reality. It grew much more rapidly than she was prepared for, and by the time the check had been brought over, butterflies danced in her stomach. Hr nipples hardened, betraying her desperate need. She squirmed on the chair, and gasped sharply when an unwise motion caused spikes to dig into her thighs.

If Anthony noticed, he made no sign. He finished up the business of the check calmly, unhurriedly, as Eileen writhed in her seat and felt her wetness swelling. The tingle became an excruciating itch, deep within her; she could think about nothing else. She spread her legs as wide as the chair would allow and longed for something inside her to quench the flame.




Training Ch. 03



They left the restaurant and walked out into the city street under a sky less sunny and brooding with the promise of rain. Eileen's body felt electric, alive with need; as she stepped onto the sidewalk, a vivid memory flashed through her of the feel of hard metal sliding into her ass, so powerful she stumbled and nearly fell. Anthony's strong hand steadied her, and he watched her neutrally as she regained her composure. "Please," she whispered hoarsely.

"Please what? Please take you back to the hotel room and fuck you hard?" Dark eyes watched her with amusement.

She shook her head. "No..."

"I think you need to learn to ask for what you want a little better." His voice sounded calm and serious, in contrast to the mischief that danced behind his eyes. "Very well. We'll head back now."

They had made it nearly to the tube station when the weather changed. The sky darkened as clouds slid over the sun; then, with no warning, the light, cold rain fell. The rain soaked through Eileen's sundress almost instantly; wet fabric, made nearly transparent, clung to her like a second skin. Her lack of undergarments was immediately obvious to all who looked in her direction; dark nipples erect and prominent on the heavy curve of her breasts, a triangle of pubic hair just visible between her legs.

Horrified, she covered herself with her hands and raced for the station. She had not yet mastered the art of running gracefully with legs wide, and her awkwardness only increased her embarrassment. Eyes followed her down the stairs and into the London underground.

The damage had been done; her clothing was already drenched, and the retreat into the sterile tile-lined sanctuary of the station offered no comfort. If anything, it made things worse; the station was filled with people, and there was no way she could cover herself from all of them. The platform was a sea of faces-some hostile, some curious, some downright hungry, all looking at her.

To make things worse still, her embarrassment did nothing to distract her from her need. If anything, it only made her arousal greater. Visions passed through her head of hands pushing her against the tiled wall, lifting her skirt, strange men forcing themselves into her, giving her what she needed to soothe the desperate itch inside her. Her face reddened with shame at the thoughts.

Anthony followed her down the stairs at a more leisurely pace. She fled to him and wrapped her arms around him, shielding herself from the stares with his body. They stayed that way, with Anthony stroking her hair, until a rush of air announced the arrival of the train.

"Get in." He turned her toward the train. She felt exposed again; eyes followed while she walked across the platform in the wet white dress. He held her by one arm, simultaneously protecting and exposing her, preventing her from covering herself. 

The train was packed with passengers, and her heart sank when she realized she would not be able to sit down. They moved quickly toward the back of the car, where Anthony casually reached up and took hold of one of the straps overhead. Eileen wrapped her arms around him from behind and buried her face in his shoulder to hide herself from the people crowded around them.

The train lurched into motion. Eileen felt the stranger next to her stumble and fall against her. The train picked up speed, but the man remained pressed against her, sandwiching her between himself and Anthony. She squirmed uncomfortably and buried her face deeper in her husband's shoulder, reluctant to look at the stranger pressing tightly against her.

They rocketed into the dark tunnel. The lights in the car flickered erratically as the train sped down the tracks. Anthony seemed indifferent to her plight; he stood casually, relaxed, his back to her, one hand holding the strap, legs slightly angled against the motion of the train. She felt trapped, unable to move without exposing herself, while the arousal and need gnawed at her.

Quietly, bit by bit, Anthony's other hand crept down and backward. He slid it surreptitiously between their bodies. His face betrayed no sign as his hand slipped over her mound, and his fingers pressed against her clit through wet fabric. She shuddered and moaned softly. "Stop it," she breathed.

That moan, and the tiny motion of her hips she could not prevent, were lost to the people on the crowded car...but not to the man behind her. He leaned into her, hard enough that she could feel the bulge straining in his pants. His hand brushed the side of her breast lightly. Anthony's fingers pressed hard against her clit, causing a wash of pleasure and need so powerful her knees buckled and she would have fallen had she not been pinned tightly between them.

The stranger behind her leaned forward. Teeth grazed the side of her neck. She froze, unwilling to move or cry out for fear of attracting attention. Her breathing came in rapid gasps, warm against Anthony's shoulder while his fingers pressed into her in a subtle, secret molestation. The stranger kissed and nipped her neck, and she moaned again, nipples painfully hard against her husband's back. Soon her hips were grinding into him, and the hard erection beneath the stranger's pants awoke an even deeper hunger within her.

The train screeched and shuddered to a halt. Eileen scarcely noticed, lost in her own uncontrollable arousal, until Anthony took his fingers away and stepped forward. "Our stop," he said, and took her by the hand.

She risked a quick glance backward as they left the train. A man stared at her out the window-her mystery assailant? She couldn't be entirely sure. She had a brief impression of a young face, heavy eyebrows over wide, startled eyes, before the train moved off.

Outside, the steady drizzle continued. The crowd on the sidewalk was sparse, perhaps because people of good sense had already escaped the rain. She tried to walk quickly back toward the hotel, but he held her hand firmly and prevented her from getting ahead of him. She brought her arm up across her breasts to hide them; he glared at her, lips pursed, and pulled her hand away from her body. "No."

They walked that way back to the hotel, his hand holding hers tightly, while passers by gaped at her body, exposed through the transparent dress. Water dripped from her hair, streamed down her body, made the dress stick tightly to her. Every step reminded her of the burning itch inside her. More than anything, she wanted to run, to flee to the hotel room, though she could not quite tell if it was to escape the people staring at her, or to feel the blessed relief of having something buried within her tingling sex.

At long last, they were crossing the threshold into the hotel. Anthony released her hand, and she ran to the safety of the elevator, not even caring that the spikes strapped to her thighs raked her as she went.

Neither of them spoke on the ride up to the room. When they reached their floor, her heart was thudding so wildly it threatened to burst from her chest. She needed relief badly, ached desperately to feel his hard cock fill her up, and hated how much she needed it. Everything she had ever been taught about how a woman should be was being stripped from her, and she felt helpless to control even her own responses.

As the door closed behind them, she expected him to come for her, force himself on her, give her what she both needed and feared. Instead, he went to the closet and dragged out the large trunk. "Strip," he commanded, without even looking at her.

"What?" Confusion mixed with her arousal. She'd expected him to take her by force the moment they walked in the door; a part of her had even counted on it. But instead he was fiddling with something in the trunk. Apprehension rose. "What are you doing? Aren't you going to-to, you know..."

"Aren't I going to what?" He sounded amused.

"Aren't you going-I mean, I thought..." Her voice quavered. "Aren't you going to make me have sex with you?" The last part came out scarcely in a whisper.

He laughed. "Is that what you want?"

"No!" she cried automatically.

"Well, in that case, no. I'm not going to make you have sex with me."

She squirmed and wailed in frustration. Her hands pressed between her legs, fingers working against her swollen clit through wet cloth. "Please!"

"Why so fidgety?" he teased. "Do you need a cock in you, you filthy sex-starved little whore?" He grinned and chuckled. "I have something else in mind, actually. Don't worry, you'll like it. Now strip!"

Something in his tone made her hesitate for a second before she pulled the dress off over her head. Her hair fell in a wet tangle over shoulders beaded with water. She stood naked save for the spikes strapped and locked around her thighs.

"Come over here." He pointed to a contraption he had assembled. A short, black, vaguely saddle-like seat, roughly the same shape as a round-topped mailbox, sat on the floor. A thick dildo jutted up from its center. Clearly, and horrifyingly, he meant for her to sit on it, so that the dildo went inside her. Worse yet were the leather straps affixed to its sides, obviously intended to be strapped around her legs, to keep her from being able to get up off of it. The part that made her heart beat fastest, though, was the metal bar bolted to the end of the saddle-shaped device. It ended in a T-shaped crossbar, also metal. A pair of cuffs dangled from the ends of the "T," and a large red button was mounted in the center of the "T," where the upright part met the crossbar. Overall, the thing looked intimidating, like some sort of Rube Goldberg torture device, and she backed away, shaking her head.

He closed the distance between them in two quick strides. "Perhaps I didn't make myself as clear as I should have," he said mildly. "That was not a request." He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. "Come here." With one hand on her elbow and one hand gripping her hair, he pulled her over to the machine and forced her to stand straddling it. "Sit."

She screamed. "No! I don't want to!" Fear of what he was going to do to her knotted in her stomach, where it combined with the embarrassment from the trip back to the hotel and the wild, burning need between her legs, and she realized, in some small corner of her mind, that she did want to, more than anything else in the world. Her pussy clenched at the thought of the thick, smooth dildo penetrating her, and she felt herself grow wet. The one thing she could not bring herself to do, despite all her need, was admit it.

He watched her calmly, saw the realization dawn in her eyes. "Sit," he said, "or I will force you down on it, and believe me, I won't be gentle."

A tear slid down her cheek. She turned her head away from him and knelt slowly over the saddle. Slowly, bit by bit, she lowered herself until the dildo just touched her glistening wetness. Her stomach did flip-flops and her nerve failed. "I can't!"

He stood over her and placed his hands on her shoulders. Strong fingers worked into her muscles, massaging her. "Sit. You need something inside you. I know how badly you want it; I felt you grinding against that man on the train."

"No!" Her face turned scarlet; that same tiny corner of herself knew it was true.

"Sit." His muscles flexed, and he pushed her down hard on the saddle. The dildo thrust up inside her with such force that it sucked her breath away, and left her unable to scream. She clawed wildly at him; it hurt, and it felt good, and she didn't know whether to cry or moan.

"Now, then," he said as he knelt beside her. "The device you're sitting on is called a Sybian. It's probably the best invention yet created for making women come, as you'll soon find out." He unlocked the spikes around her thighs. "I've made a few modifications to it myself, one of which is these straps." She yelped as he buckled the leather straps tightly around her legs, so that they held her firmly on the saddle.

"The other modification I've made is this part." He grabbed her wrists and buckled them into the cuffs attached to the arms of the "T." They held her arms stretched out on each side of her body and forced her to lean forward.

"Now, before I go any further, it's time for a demonstration. You will notice that there is a large red button right in front of you. When this button is pushed..." He chuckled. "You will like it a lot." He pressed the button, and the dildo came to life with a deep, loud, raspy buzz. It didn't vibrate, exactly, and it didn't move up and down; instead, it squirmed within her, with a strange motion that somehow managed to hit every single pleasure center inside her grasping pussy all at once. At the same time, the base of the dildo vibrated powerfully against her clit.

The world disappeared. Wave after wave of pleasure hammered her body. She threw back her head and screamed in ecstasy unlike anything she had ever imagined possible. Her body sang with it, her nipples tightened, and she ground herself down against the saddle. "Oh, God," she moaned, "oh God, oh God yes!"

And it was gone.

She gasped raggedly and opened her eyes. Anthony had taken his finger from the button, and just as simple as that, the machine stopped.

"Did that feel good, little whore? I told you that you'd like it." He grinned. "I'm going to leave you tied to the Sybian until you make yourself come. All you have to do is press the button to turn it on again. Of course, with your hands bound, you'll need to press it with your nose, but that shouldn't be too hard to do, right? It's right there, right in front of you."

She leaned forward to press the button, and he chuckled and pulled her head back by the hair. "Not so fast. See, there's a hole in the bar just below the button. Do you know what's for? Let me show you." He took a long, thin dildo made of bright green rubber from the trunk. "This goes through the hole like so." He fed the dildo through the hole, so that it jutted out toward her face. "There's a clamp to hold it here. In order to press the button with your nose, you'll have to take the dildo in your mouth." 

She looked away from him as he continued. "To be honest, I didn't know if we would get to this part of your training or not. But I figured that if you were half the slut I thought you were, your training would go far more quickly than anyone else realized. We will do this every afternoon. Now, this part of your training will have two effects. First, it will teach your body to associate pleasure and sexual relief with having something in your mouth. By the time our honeymoon is over, you will become aroused any time anything is shoved into your mouth. You may even find that you will come just from having your mouth fucked."

She twisted in the saddle, impaled on the Sybian, and felt helpless. Tears of powerlessness and shame filled her eyes while he went on.

"Second, each day I will move the dildo one quarter of an inch farther through the hole. That means that every day you will have to take it that much farther down your throat in order to reach the button. So in addition to learning to associate pleasure with having your mouth filled, you will also teach yourself how to deep throat. The only way you'll be able to get pleasure from the machine is by taking this big rubber cock down your throat."

She began crying softly. "Why?"

"Why? Because I like making you give me head, and I'm going to train you to like it too."

"No, why everything? Why are you doing this to me? Why are you forcing me to do these things? It's not right! It's not fair! You-" She choked, and the tears flowed harder. "You're degrading me!"

He crouched next to her and stroked her cheek gently. "Because you want it."

"No!" she sobbed. "No, I don't! I don't want to be a sex slave! Please, stop! Don't do this to me!"

"No? You don't like it?" The amused tone was back. He pulled her head back and gripped one breast tightly. "You don't like when I do things like this?"

Her nipple hardened again under his hand and she sighed. The sound made him chuckle. "That's what I thought. When I first met you, I thought you were a prude trapped in the body of a sex-crazed whore. It just took the right kind of prodding to bring it out in you, that's all. It turned out to be pretty easy, too, I might add."

"No!" she protested, even as she pressed forward trembling into his hand, 

"Oh, no? How many orgasms have you had since we got here, hmm? Why do you think all your fantasies are about force and rape? How come being made to do things gets you off?" He laughed again and stood. "The way I see it, this arrangement gives us both what we want. I get to fuck you any time I want to in any way I want to, and you get a very comfortable living as a stay-at-home housewife. I'll leave you to it now." With that, he turned and walked into the other room. Eileen heard him settle into the couch and turn on the television. She slumped in the saddle for a while, arms outstretched, feeling helpless and sorry for herself. The things he had said weren't true, she told herself. They couldn't be! She was not some kind of slut, who just wanted sex all the time...

After a time, her tears stopped. She became aware of the dildo inside her, and the tingling that still lingered there. She tugged at the cuffs around her wrist, but they were too tight for her to slip out of. With her arms held out to her sides, she could not reach them with her teeth; there was no way she could free herself.

The dildo was mounted just below the button; she could not press it by moving her head around the long rubber phallus. The thought of taking it in her mouth sickened her, yet in spite of that the itch inside her grew, and all she could think about was how good it had felt when the machine was running.

She leaned forward and closed her lips around the head of the dildo. It felt dirty and degrading, like something only a bad girl would do-the kind of girl her mother had given her such dire warnings about. Her body trembled and her pussy tightened.

She moved her head forward a little bit more. The button was still just out of reach. The rubber dildo slid deeper into her mouth. A bit more, and it hit the back of her throat, just as her nose grazed the button.

She took a deep breath and pressed forward. The bulbous end of the dildo filled the back of her throat, and she choked just as the machine came to life. A jolt of pleasure shot up through her, causing her to throw back her head and cry out. "Gnnnngh!"

Instantly, it switched off again. She howled with frustration.

"You have to keep pushing the button if you want it to keep running," Anthony called from the other room.

She jerked and yanked on the cuffs that bound her. "It's not fair!" she said petulantly. No answer came.

With great reluctance, she took the dildo in her mouth again. She paused for a moment, took several deep breaths, then closed her eyes tightly and moved her head forward. It slid down to the back of her throat as her nose touched the button. The Sybian buzzed to life again. She held it down and struggled not to gag as a wave of intense, toe-curling pleasure slammed through her. It mounted quickly until it was almost unbearable, so overpowering that her hands curled into fists and a cry of ecstasy was ripped from her throat. She coughed and choked and fought to hold still as her orgasm raced up on her, closer and closer. The choking sensation grew faster, though, and with her orgasm only seconds away, she could take no more and pulled her head away. The machine stopped, leaving echoes of pleasure throbbing through her. She sat gasping for long enough to take a few quick breaths, then took the dildo in her mouth and pressed the button again.

The machine buzzed. Sexual pleasure slammed through her. She clenched hard around the thrumming shaft and screamed. The scream turned to a choke, and she sat back again, coughing, frustrated. Her body dripped with sweat.




Training Ch. 04



Eileen fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat. Far below, the city gave way to rolling countryside, then to open ocean, sparkling blue dusted with small white clouds. Anthony steadfastly refused answer her questions with anything more than a smile and a "hush." Her body throbbed around the plug in her ass; every beat of her heart was answered by a tremor between her legs. The intrusion was a constant dull ache, preventing her from relaxing. 

Before long, Anthony's steady breathing in the seat beside her told her that he was already napping. She writhed next to him, and as time passed, the ache grew inexorably stronger, until it filled her consciousness and she could think of nothing else. She shifted around, trying to find a position that would ease her discomfort, and could not prevent a small moan from escaping her lips. Fire touched her cheeks. Her pussy clenched in time with the throbbing.

She took a deep breath to steady herself. It's only for a little while, she thought, only until they start serving lunch...

She caught that thought and examined it. When had that happened? At some point during the honeymoon, obeying Anthony had become natural to her. He had told her to keep the plug inside herself until the flight crew started their meal service, and so she had accepted that that is what she would do. When was the moment that she had given her will over to him? Was she really turning into a sex slave?

Her mind floated back through a catalog of the previous days. She remembered the violation from the night before, the hard erection in her ass as she lay bent over the table. That had felt so different from the plug inside her now; warmer, not as tight. She was surprised that it hadn't hurt. Having Anthony's cock inside her ass had felt almost...

Her heart thudded. Did she actually know that it had been Anthony who had taken her? She hadn't been able to see behind her. Could it have been the bellhop? She had never felt a penis inside here that way before, so she had nothing to compare it to. It might not have been her husband! What if he had let the bellhop defile her that way? What if she had married the man of her dreams, only to have him give her to a stranger, to do such a filthy thing to her? Her breathing came harder. That thought should disgust her, right?

Unconsciously, she started rocking her hips in tiny, subtle motions. She thought about the way she had kissed the bellhop, back in front of the hotel. She could barely remember his name, but she could still almost feel his lips on hers, the way he had sighed when her hands moved around him...why had she done that? Because Anthony had told her to. Why did it feel natural to obey him, even when he told her to do such foul and unnatural things?

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are ready to begin our in-flight meal service. The flight attendants will shortly be coming through the cabin. Please turn to page 70 of our in-flight magazine to see today's meal choices, and remember that cocktails are available for an additional three pounds."

The announcement startled Eileen out of her reverie. She became aware of the way she was moving her hips. Anthony had awakened and was looking at her with an unreadable expression. She flushed and turned away. "I was..."

"Fucking yourself against the plug in your ass. I saw." He grinned. "And here I thought you wanted to take it out!"

Her face burned. "I do! Anthony, it hurts!"

"Soon. They're starting with lunch. As soon as they come by with our food, you can go."

"But it hurts now!"

"Hush. This will help you learn how to take it. When your training is finished, you'll be able to wear that plug all day long."

"Anthony!" She felt herself turn bright crimson. "I don't want to—"

"It doesn't matter what you want. Now hush! Not another word out of you or you'll be wearing it for another hour!"

Eileen sat in fidgety silence while the flight attendant made her excruciatingly slow way down the aisle, asking the passengers whether they preferred chicken or beef. By the time she arrived at their row, Eileen could barely sit still. She mumbled something unintelligible when the flight attendant asked her a question; the issue of chicken or beef seemed so remote to her that it scarcely pried her attention away from the steady throbbing ache. She took the wrapped package automatically and turned to Anthony, eyes pleading.

"Okay! Okay!" he laughed. His tone changed, became more commanding. "Get up. Go into the bathroom and remove the plug. Wash it before you come back."

She stood and worked her way past his seat. The form-hugging skirt made maneuvering down the aisle surprisingly difficult. With each tiny step, the plug moved fractionally inside her. Every little motion the plane made threatened to spill her into someone's lap, and she felt constrained and unsteady on her feet. Faces looked up at her as she passed. Eyes swept her body, some of them focusing on her nipples, clearly visible against the thin, scanty top. She blushed, feeling exposed and alone.

When she finally reached the bathroom, it was empty. She sighed with relief for small blessings and shut herself in the cramped space. Dim greenish fluorescent lights flickered on.

Then she discovered her first problem.

The long, tight skirt prevented her from being able to remove the plug. She couldn't reach under it, and the rubber-like material resisted being rolled up. She struggled with it for a few moments before she realized that she would have to pull it down to reach the thing in her ass.

That presented her with her second challenge, because even after she had unzipped the short zipper and tugged it down over her waist, the skirt still held her legs together. She tried to bend over and reach around behind herself, but the tiny space thwarted her; no matter how far she leaned or how she contorted herself, she couldn't seem to get a good grip on it.

Finally, after struggling for what felt like many minutes, she realized that she had no choice but to take off her skirt entirely. The thought made her heart skip a beat; there was something deeply, profoundly dirty about stripping down, right here on the airplane, with nothing but a thin wall separating her from the passengers outside. She breathed a little more quickly, and strange eddies of emotion flowed through her.

Eileen sat down on the edge of the toilet seat and slowly, reluctantly pulled off the skirt. Her nakedness made her feel intensely, shockingly vulnerable; no matter how many times she checked the latch, she felt certain that she had not locked the door correctly. At any moment, it seemed that someone would push it open and stand staring at her stripped half-naked right there on the plane.

Still flush with embarrassment, she lifted her knees and spread her legs as wide as she could. Her fingers slipped down between her legs and touched the warm and slightly rubbery base of the plug. Her breath caught in her throat. Why had she let Anthony make her wear this...this vulgar, obscene thing? The mere idea of using any kind of sex toy was repulsive enough to begin with. Her mother had explained patiently to her that such a thing was the mark of a lower grade of woman, the kind of dirty, perverted woman who was a slave to her own base desires. And a toy intended to touch her ass? That was disgusting beyond anything she should ever imagine!

And yet, she had allowed him to put this thing into her after he had... She gulped. After he had forced his cock into her ass. And then, she had allowed him to take her out in public, and instead of calling for help, telling someone about the indecent things he had done to her, having him arrested for his perversion, she had obediently accepted it.

Her breathing came faster still. Tightness wound around inside her stomach.

Her fingers touched the plug again. It felt like a tangible symbol of his control over her, of the way he could exert his will even when he wasn't there. Did that make her his slave?? Was he right about her? Is that why she was sitting half-naked in the bathroom?

The tension grew. Butterflies fluttered inside her. She slid her fingers over her clit and was surprised to find wetness there. A quick hot spike of arousal shot through her. Her fingers pressed harder, swirling in tiny circles around her clit.

She stared fixedly at the door as she masturbated. Her mind was filled with visions of that door opening suddenly and angry, disturbed people staring at her in shock while she touched herself. Fear sang through her, made her body alive; her skin felt electric. Her other hand fondled her breast, felt the heat through thin fabric. Wetness flowed around her fingers. 

It took less than a minute for the orgasm to find her. It started small, little waves of pleasure rippling outward from her clit, and rose quickly until she was barely able to hold in the scream. Her body convulsed and she clamped tightly around the plug, but the pain only intensified the ecstasy crashing through her.

It ended quickly. She trembled, sickened; her heart pounded, every beat echoed by a throbbing from the toy buried in her ass. She gasped and sobbed, wanting to be rid of it.

That was when the third problem presented itself. No matter how firmly she pulled on the base, the plug did not seem to want to budge. It was buried deep, and with every tug she felt herself stretch and then tighten around it involuntarily.

She pulled harder. The plug slipped out only a hair's breath. An incongruous thought entered her mind: what if the plane crashed right now? Would the rescue workers find her like this, half-naked and holding onto a gigantic butt plug? What would they think of her? Would they brand her a slut, a whore, a filthy tramp, fucking her own ass right there in an airplane bathroom?

She pushed the thought aside and pulled even harder. Her ass stretched. She gasped and pulled still more. In a sudden, explosive flash of pain, the plug slid free. She cried out and sat panting on the toilet, struggling for breath. Something wet slid down between her thighs. She touched herself, and her fingers came back covered with a mass of thick white goo.

For the next several minutes, she scrubbed at herself in the tiny bathroom. The quantity of white fluid dripping out of her ass astonished her. The more she worked, the dirtier she felt. A very dirty slut—that's what Anthony called her; and now, half-naked in an airplane bathroom with a never-ending stream of come and lube dripping from her ass, she felt like it was true.

She was so distracted by the feelings that she completely forgot about the plug, until it rolled off the miniature sink and fell with a thud on the floor. When she picked it up, her stomach did flip-flops at the cool wet sliminess of it. It was thickly smeared with the same mix of come and lube that had oozed out of her. She wanted nothing more than to throw the disgusting thing away and be rid of it forever.

Reluctantly, she turned her attention to scrubbing the vile thing in the sink. She had nothing she could use on it but her hands, and touching it made her stomach lurch. She washed it over and over again, even after it seemed that she could get it no cleaner.

After she struggled back into the too-tight, form-hugging skirt, she faced her next problem: she had no place to carry the plug. The skirt clung smoothly to the curves of her hips without pockets; her shirt, such as it was, also lacked pockets; and in her rush to be relieved of the plug, she hadn't brought her purse.

The walk back to the seat, with the plug wrapped in both hands to conceal it, seemed to take forever. At each shuffling step, she was terrified that sudden turbulence would send her tumbling to the ground, and the plug would go bouncing down the aisle. The faces that looked up at her as she passed caused her to burn with shame. By the time she found her row, her heart was hammering in her throat.

Anthony had finished his lunch and was once again sound asleep. She crawled gratefully into the sanctuary of her seat and tried to sleep herself. Jagged images filled her brain like crackling lightning, but her body was exhausted, and sleep came soon.

About an hour before landing, Eileen woke groggily to find Anthony reading a magazine next to her. He turned toward her and smiled. "Did you sleep well, little whore? You were moaning in your sleep. Dreaming about pirates?"

"I wish you wouldn't call me that," she said sullenly.

"Call you what?"

"Little...you know, that thing you call me."

"Hmm? What's that?" His face was open and innocent.

"You know what I'm talking about! Little...little whore." She stumbled over the last word. Redness touched her cheeks. Her pussy twitched and squeezed.

"Why would I stop calling you that? You like being called a whore. It excites you." He leaned toward her and whispered in her ear. "You are a filthy, cock-hungry little tramp. You love having a cock shoved into your body, and you don't even care where." His hand touched her knee. "Your nipples are getting hard just thinking about it. You love being stripped bare and fucked like a two-dollar whore. There's nothing you won't take, is there? I can push you down and spread your legs and you'll come no matter what I give you."

Eileen closed her eyes, breathing hard. His words vibrated through her. She squeezed her legs tightly together as if to deny what he was saying. Wetness leaked down her thighs. Butterflies swirled in her stomach. "Anthony!" she hissed through her teeth. "Stop! Don't say those things!"

"Look at you!" he said. His hand squeezed her knee tightly. "Look how horny you are. You want it so badly, don't you, little whore? You're a desperate, sex-crazed slut who will do anything she's told. You'll fuck yourself silly in front of a stranger, won't you? Didn't that feel good? You liked that, didn't you?"

The words electrified her, transported her. She remembered vividly that night, sitting on the hotel room floor, mouth held open, a hard metal probe in her ass while she shoved that vile rubber dildo in and out of herself. She remembered the hungry look on the bellhop's face, the way his eyes tracked every thrust. Most of all, she remembered the humiliation of it, how it made her want to curl up and disappear, and how her body had responded. She remembered how hard she had come...

Her pussy clenched tightly. She imagined herself the captive of pirates, subject to their filthy and degrading use, while the pirate captain told her how much she loved it, what a slut she was...

"You're a filthy little cock-sucking, ass-fucked tramp." Anthony's voice insinuated itself into her fantasy, curled around a place of secret longing deep inside of her. "You like that, don't you? You liked shoving that big dildo into your dripping cunt while he watched, didn't you? You came so hard! You love showing off what a filthy tramp you are. You like when people watch."

"Uuuuuunh!" She let out a low sigh. A wave of pleasure rolled slowly over her, not quite an orgasm, but something very close to it. Her nipples strained against the thin shirt. Her eyes opened, staring at nothing. Her fingers curled into the armrests.

"That's what I thought." A cheerful smile crossed his face. "I call you a little whore because that's what you are." Anthony squeezed her hand fondly and returned to his magazine. For the rest of the flight, he refused to be drawn into conversation.

After the madhouse of Heathrow, Logan airport was tranquil as a Zen garden. The passengers filed off the plane. Eileen hobbled slowly down the jetway, shamefaced, while a river of people flowed around her. Anthony held her hand to steady her against the surging mass of humanity while she moved slowly along. A part of her marveled at how so simple a thing as the skirt could make her feel bound to him and dependent on him. It restricted her movements as surely as a prisoner's ball and chain; every step was a reminder of his control over her. The thought excited her, down in some place deep within that she didn't want to think about.

They were the last to arrive at the baggage claim. Once they had collected their luggage and the steamer trunk, Anthony motioned to a skycap. Eileen watched the man load their things onto a battered metal cart. Her breath caught when he slung the leather case onto the pile.

Outside, warm sun streamed around them. Anthony planted a kiss on her cheek. "Are you happy to be back, little whore? Just think of all the new adventures ahead of you!"

"Anthony, no—"

He leaned forward and murmured into her ear. "No, you're not happy to be back? You'd rather still be in London, pressed up against the hotel window while I shove metal weights into your cunt and lick you? My, my, my. You are a dirty girl!"

"NO!" Eileen blushed furiously. "No, you can't keep doing these things to me! Anthony, I'm serious! You can't just keep treating me like I'm some kind of...you know, some kind of...you can't keep doing those things to me!"

He grinned. "You can't even talk about sex, can you? That's very charming, you know." A cab pulled up next to the curb, and the trunk popped open. His expression brightened. "But actually, I can do those things to you. You've come so far in so short a time! It would be a shame to waste all that effort, right? Might as well finish with your training, the way I see it. In for a penny, in for a pound, isn't that what they say over there? Be a good girl and get in the cab, if you would please." He held the door open for her. "And when I say be a good girl, I mean no jilling yourself off to a screaming orgasm while I'm loading up the luggage, you insatiable slut! I know how you are."

She gasped and looked around wildly to see if anyone had overheard him. The skycap, paused from stacking suitcases into the trunk and looked at her with a strange expression. "Anthony!" she said. Her tone was shocked.

He grinned at her playfully. "Scoot! Get in the car!"

She struggled gracelessly into the back seat of the cab. The tight skirt made her clumsy and awkward. Anthony whistled in appreciation and gave her an exaggerated leer. She turned red and turned her face away.

The cab driver turned out to be a husky, hyperkinetic Ukrainian man with wavy brown hair and a three-day growth of stubble, who drove as if pursued by banshees. They weaved around other cars and pulled out onto the interstate.

Traffic at the entrance to the tunnel leading across the channel was at a standstill. The cabbie swore colorfully in a mishmash of half a dozen languages at the slowdown. He shook his fist at the indignity of all things related to gridlock. When the gods of automotive transportation declined to smite the traffic ahead of him, he turned around in his seat to assert with confident cheer that Indian women were the most beautiful and most passionate in the world, and undoubtedly made the best wives. He knew this, he said, because he had watched many Bollywood films, and was quite convinced of the truth of it. Anthony laughed and countered that it could not possibly be true, for he had already found the most beautiful and passionate woman in the world. "And," he added, wrapping his arm around Eileen, "I married her!"

The cabbie grinned back at the two of them and went on to a new topic, holding forth with great energy about how the Russians and the Americans had both landed on the moon in the 1960s, where they both built secret bases from which they fought a private lunar war. His source for this little-known history, he said, was above impeachment; his friend, who was a long-haul trucker, had once delivered a shipment of parts to NASA, and heard it directly from a worker there. "Soviets, good at war on Earth, not so good at war in space!" He thumped his chest. "Soviets lost, denied everything!"

They started moving again. He seemed to take this as a sign that his theory was correct. "You see? That is real reason Soviet Union collapsed!"




Training Ch. 04



Bonnie was lying in her bed and looked at me when she said: "Now Bobby I'm going to teach you all about a woman's pussy, my pussy Bobby. And, you will please it for me. Do you like that idea?"

"Oh yes! I want to learn everything there is to please you Bonnie. Teach me everything I can do to please you and make you cum. If I do can we fuck again like before" I almost moaned the words to her?

She told me: "If we do it again Bobby, it will be my way this time and you will learn to make me cum with your tongue, fingers and your lovely young hard cock too."

I promised to do my very best. I had learned my lesion about making sure a lady cums too if I wanted to be a good lover, which I did. I really did want to be Bonnie's best and maybe only lover so she would want me back again and again. I promised to myself that I'd work as hard as I could to make her have many orgasms. 

Then she said: "Good! Now all you have to do is follow my directions and learn what you are doing as you do it. After that, it's practice and more practice Bobby that will make you better each day. By the end of summer you'll be the best lover a woman can have if you try hard each time. And as young as you are, you'll make many ladies very happy with your mouth tongue, fingers, hands and that young hard cock." 

Then she smiled at me and we moved together pressing our bodies against each other. God she felt so good.

I was on Bonnie's bed with her in my arms something I had always dreamed of doing with her. But, now my dream woman was going to show me and teach me and let me make love to her pussy something I had fantasized about for months, hell for years and had so many cummings thinking of just that!!!

Her pussy! My brain was working over time, I would be kissing and licking and learning all about her pussy, my masturbation dream woman's pussy. I move over Bonnie's body and was her servant, guided by her words and her directions. I would do anything she told me to do. I only wanted to please her and make her feel what I had felt the other day when I fucked her and shot my load into her cunt. I wanted to please her even more that that and show her I was a man, her man. I wanted to show her I could make her happy and please her like she wanted from me. 

She held me and kissed me and told me: "Now bobby, I want to feel that big cock of yours again deep inside my pussy. But, first you have to please me and get me worked up. That's how it done properly. Foreplay and oral sex gets a woman's body and brain ready for sex, ready for a good long fucking! Understand?" 

I told her: "Yes, I'll do whatever you tell me Bonnie."

I did understand now and so as I got into position to start working on her she said: "Now to start with, show me what you have learned so far and then we'll get your tongue working on my pussy. Then I'll teach you more. Just do as I tell you, when I tell you and we'll see if you can make me cum hard. If you do, we'll fuck again, this time my way. Now Bobby ......time for you to get to work. Touch me Bobby, touch my breasts and nipples and my pussy and feel the heat I have for you."

As Bonnie lay on her back, she had her knees bent and when she felt my hand moving over and then down between her thighs she spread her legs open more allowing me total access to her magnificent body and especially her pussy. 

I could feel the heat coming off her pussy as I cupped it in my hand and held it and rubbed it lovingly and very gentle. I did it for a while until she stopped me by telling me, "No baby, always start with a woman's breasts unless she tells you to go to her pussy. My breasts were the first thing I showed you how to stimulate and love. Now you show me what you have learned about them and what to do with them. You'll have lots of time to touch and please my pussy I promise you. But, first my breasts."

Sadly my hand moved out from between her open thighs and I began working on her magnificent breasts using my hands and fingers and mouth to work on her globes and those hard nipples. She held my head and whispered to me: "Slowly baby, work them and me slowly. I want to feel it building inside me, deep inside me."

I did as she directed and a few minutes later I heard: "Yes, oh yes Bobby. That's it, now flip your tongue over the nipple and tease it. Feel how hard you have made it? Good boy, you're doing great. Keep going sweetie it feels very nice with both hands and your mouth on my tits."

Her nipples were so hard and dark pink and they seemed to be waiting for my tongue and mouth to make them even harder, thicker and longer. She was fully nude and I love looking at her body, it was so beautiful. 

Can you even imagine what it felt like for a young man who has masturbated to this woman and her imagine so often to have her now lying on the bed fully nude and letting me do whatever I wanted to her body. She was driving me wild with lust and need. 

She has such wonderful nipples. I ran my tongue and mouth all over them again and again taking turns, going from right to left and then back to the right one again. My hands could feel the fullness of her breasts and how heavy they were. I used both hands on one tit squeezing it and as I did I made the nipple stick out and up even more. I suck and lick it even more making her moan softly. I loved to suck those big nipples. 

After a while of tit and nipple stimulation and play she told me: "Now, lick down my body Bobby. Slowly!!"

I began to follow her guidance and moved down her body licking and kissing it. "Lick down further over my belly and hips. Yes that's it. Slowly! Do it slowly Bobby, real slow! Tease me a little, it feels much better when you go slowly", she told me

I moved around and licked and kissed her around the base of her breasts and down her rib cage. She sighed and said: "Very nice baby, now lick down to and around my pelvis. Yes, like that, oh that feels nice."

Slowly I loved my mouth over her Venus mound and over to her thighs. She told me I was doing very well. "Now do that around my thighs too. Kiss me everywhere down there but not my pussy, not yet. Use your fingers to pinch my nipples as you begin to kiss my lower stomach and hips. That's it, lower sweetie."

My mouth moved over her rib cage and down over her belly. My tongue licked around the jewel in her belly button. I licked and kissed her stomach and used my hands to squeeze her tits and punch her nipples as I went down.

"Yes", she sighed as she put both hands on my head now and pushed gently. 

I moved further down, kissing and licking her pelvis and her hips and the bones sticking up. "Lower baby, kiss me lower Bobby. Kiss around the hair down there. Lower, a little more; move further down baby, more! That's it now let me guide you with my hands. Let Bonnie show you were I want that sweet mouth and tongue", she almost hissed it.

I let her guide my head and she pushed a little at a time allowing me to kiss her 'landing strip' and she rubbed my nose in her pussy hair. I could smell her sent now, it was musky and damp. She was getting wet. I licked and kissed around it and then down to her thighs. 

She opened them wide and told me: "Now move your body around and keel between my legs "First I want you to kiss my inner thighs and lick down my leg a little and then and come back up towards my pussy", she told me.

"Yes very nice Bobby. Again! Do it again and this time lick as close to my pussy as you can without touching it. Smell my pussy, tease me some more. Anticipation, Bobby, is wonderful for both people. Get closer and blow your breath on my wetness." She instructed me.

I just did what she told me to do and loved every second of it. My face was so close to her pussy and I could see the wetness developing.

"Yes perfect Bobby. Now lift my legs up, and moved them over my head. Sort of bend me in half. Yes, just like that. Now, lick the back of my thighs and my ass cheeks. Lick me everywhere!"

I followed her directions as she said: "See both of my holds?"

I told her: "Oh God yes!! I see them Bonnie. You're so beautiful."

She said: "I'll hold my legs up like this while you touch my holes. Touch both of them with your finger tips. Gently now, both are sensitive to a touch and especially a finger. Touch them with your fingers for me and rub them, back and forth. Oh yes Bobby, just like that! Now probe my ass and my pussy holes with the tips of your fingers. Yes! Oh very nice sweetie. You're doing very well."

She had her arms wrapped around her thighs holding them over her head as I used my fingers to touch and probe her two holes. I used my own brain and bent down and licked from the top of her slit to her ass hole and back up. I licked them both again and again! She sighed and said: "Very nice baby! Good job, be creative."

After a long while Bonnie finally lowered her legs back on the bed and I sat between them. She spread her thighs wide and told me: "We'll get back to doing more of that a little later. "You know what to do now don't you" she asked?

I said: "Eat your pussy?"

She smiled at me and said: "Yes Bobby, but first I want to teach you about a spot inside my pussy called the "G" spot. I want you to learn how to find it and touch it as you lick and suck my clit. Then you can lick my hole and taste my cum for sure. OK?" 

In a deep lustful voice she told me: "My 'G' and clit are the two places that will make me cum the fastest and hardest Bobby. Learn to please them and you'll make any girl love your way of foreplay."

I moved closer and she told me: "Now open my pussy using your fingers."

I did as instructed and used my fingers to spread her outer lips and saw her pink cunt hole. As she told me, I pushed my middle finger into the hole slowly. It was wet inside. I pushed until I was fully inside. Then Bonnie told me again: "Slowly. Slow is so much better for this type of sexual play. Now turn your hand so the palm is facing up." 

I did it and she said: "Yes, that's right. Now bend your finger up inside my hole a little and touch the top of my pussy wall. Oh yes just like that."

Again I did as instructed. I could see her juices forming small wet spots on her outer lips. She said: "Now touch the top of my pussy wall until you feel a place that's not smooth, sort of rough."

I did it and found the place. I rubbed it and she moaned loudly! She smiled and said: "Good boy!! Congratulations baby, you have found my "G" spot. Most men have no idea where to even look for it. Now very gently rub your finger across it, back and forth for me. Yes, a little faster now, and a little harder! Oh fuck yes, just like that Bobby!! Oh that feels so good. Keep doing that, just like that baby! You're making me feel so good"

She slowly rocked as I rubbed and she told me: "This is one place you could make me cum quickly Bobby. Now stop. I'm not ready yet and neither are you. We have more to teach you. Pull your finger out of my hole. See the wetness. You did that to me. It means I'm getting much more excited."

My finger was almost dripping. She smiled and touched my cheek as she told me: "Now put it back in and see if you can find the "G" again. Touch it and show me."

I did as she told and she let me rub it for a short time again. She moaned a few times and I could see her hips lifting and her belly heaving up and down as her excitement built. But before she had any orgasms she stopped me again and told me it was good and that I had done well. 

We practice it again. I just love to see my finger going into her hole and her pussy lips around it. And, then when I pulled it out seeing it coming out again all wet and sticky was a real turn on. I tried it again and again and again until she was sure I knew how to do it and find the spot each time. I touched her 'G' every time and each time I put my finger into her cunt she let me play a little before saying: "Stop now Bobby! Stop! Stop!"

Shit, I so wanted to make her cum!! She had lust in her eyes and her smile was so sexual. She told me: "Now, look between my thighs again real close. Closer, let me feel your breath on my wetness again. Blow warm air on my wet cunt baby! That's something else ladies like to feel your breath on our wetness. Oh yes, that feels wonderful. Blow again!! Yes, very good. Can you see the wetness?"

I told her I could and she said," Now here's another important step Bobby. Again, do what I tell you, when I tell you. I want you to spread my outer lips again for me."

I loved doing that and as I did she asked: "Can you see the pink inside?"

I told her: "Yes."

She said: "See how wet I am already? I'm almost ready for your mouth baby? Can you see that? If not move your face closer."

I rested my head on her upper thigh and looked at her beautiful pussy. So lovely and yes it was wet. I moved in and saw the pink insides as my fingers spread her pussy lips wider and wider. She laid there and whispered: "Now Bobby. Can you see my clit hood? See how it stands out at the top of my slit? 

I said: "Yes, I see it Bonnie."

She said: "Good. Now use the palm of one of your hands and press down just above it and then push gently back on the top of the hood. That will expose my clit fully. Push, back a little more. Push....that's it! See it Bobby? See how it beats and throbs just like the beat of my heart? "That's the center point of a woman's sex, that and her 'G'. You need to stimulate them both. But easy and gently, they are super sensitive. Very, very sensitive, so let's start with an easy kiss. Kiss the clit for me. Now Bobby. Put your lips over the clit and kiss it."

I did as she told me and her body jumped and arched a little. "Now lick it gently baby! Lick it slowly and real gently."

My tongue came out and I licked and licked as easy as I could. "Oh that feels so nice Bobby. More baby, more, lick it more."

I did and she said: "Yes!! Oh yes Bobby. Very good. Now press the tip of your tongue directly on it. Ahhhhhh!!! That's it Bobby! Very good. Oh GOD! Push more; try to move it with your tongue!! OH FUCK that feels so good bobby! Yes, yes! That's it!!! You are learning baby!"

I did what she told me until she said: "OK! OK!! Stop, stop now please! Now kiss your way down the slit, and open the outer lips again for me with your fingers. Yes that's it. How does it taste?"

I told her: "Wonderful, everything about your pussy is wonderful. You taste so good. Can I taste the wetness now from inside your pussy hole Bonnie? Can I push my tongue into the hole? Please"

She said: "Yes you can, but first lick down the entire slit and then back up. Work your tongue slowly down and then up my entire pussy slit. When you get to the top of my slit, suck my clit gently."

I did it and she held my head. I did it again, and again, and again. After a few times, she told me: "Now stick your tongue into my hole as deep as you can get it Bobby. Do it!! Fuck my pussy with your tongue now."

That was so sexual for me to hear her say fuck my hole with your tongue! I moved my tongue into her hole and began to fuck her with it. She said: "Oh fuck yes Bobby. Your warm tongue feels so good in my pussy!! Now Bobby, use your index finger and gently, very gently tap my clit, like one, two, three; one, two, three; one two three. That's it. Now stick your tongue back into my hole and fuck me with your tongue, in and out! Do it Bobby I'm very close!"

I did exactly as she told me and I felt her begin to move her body with my touch. She was humping and fucking my face and fingers now. She didn't say anything for a long time but her hips were rotating and she was lifting up each time I moved my finger off her clit for that split second before putting it back on that hard 'little nut' a she called it. 

As I fucked her hole with my tongue she would lift up higher trying to get my tongue deeper. This was fucking wild!! 

My cock was screaming and my brain was going wild as I licked and sucked her juices out of her cunt hole!! I was licking my dream woman and sucking her juices from her cunt!! UN-fucking-believable

Again and again my tongue licked into her body and I moved it all around while I was inside her hole. She moaned and moaned and told me: "Yes Bobby! So Good!! That's very good... Oh yes Bobby faster lick and touch my clit faster. Oh I'm going to cum Bobby! You are going to do it baby! Lick me!"

I worked even faster and harder and she arched her back, gave a huge sigh, and began to fuck up and down as her hips hung in the air and she held my head and pressed her wet hot cunt it into my face. Her hips pumped and pumped and my mouth locked on to her hole as my head and fingers were held by her hands and I pushed hard against her clit! 

She cried out: "Oh fuck yes Bobby! It's soooooo good. So good. So good! I'm cumming Bobby can you taste it? Oh Bobby! It feels so good! Keep going don't stop!!! YES cumming now! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

I had no idea of stopping. I would have stayed down there forever licking and sucking and finger fucking my dream woman and pleasing her. She kept my hand against her clit and I kept my mouth against her cunt hole. I licked and sucked and when I sucked she would cried out! "Yes!! Suck it!! Suck it Bobby! Suck, suck, suck. Fuck!!!!"

I licked and sucked and did whatever I could think of or what she told me and she came again, the second time. She pulled my hair and moved my face higher. She screamed out: "Suck my clit and finger fuck me!" Now NOWWWW Bobby!"

I moved my lips to her clit and sucked She held my head as I put two fingers into her hold and fucked it as hard and as fast as I could move my hand!! In and out I pumped my fingers and she fucked them back. "MY 'G' BOBBY! Rub my 'G' spot" she demanded!

I found it with little trouble and rubbed it as fast as my tongue was licking her clit. My lips were licked on her clit and she just kept saying: "Suck it!! Suck Bobby! Suck it. Suck it!"

I must have sucked to hard in my excitement because she yelled out: "Gently! Yes that's it baby! Suck it baby! Suck it like I sucked your dick!! I'm going to cum again! Ohhhhh Bobby!!!"

She humped and humped and humped my face and fucked her cunt on my hand. I pushed a third finger into her wet throbbing open cunt hole and she held her hips up in the air and screamed: "HARD!! Fuck me hard baby!"

I did and she told me, and she came another time driving her ass up off the bed and her pussy actually squeezed my fingers. My lips were covered with her cum and my face was coated with it too. But as a good student I kept on sucking her clit and fingering her hole.

It went on and on until she finally pushed my face off of her clit and squeezed my fingers inside her hole and held them tight so I had trouble fucking her with them. She pulled me up and kissed me hard and fast as she held my fingers deep inside her. 

Finally she began to relax and lowered her ass back on the bed. She told me: "Now very easy keep your fingers inside my pussy and make love to it for a while. Come up here and kiss me and let me hold my prize grade 'A' student! You did very good sweetie. Very good indeed. Yes, just like that baby, finger me easy and gently and let me calm down some. Oh Bobby you made me feel so good."

I did as she told me and I loved to feel my fingers in her wet burning hot hole and seeing her body climax from my work was so lustful. But I loved how she kissed me and held me now and slowly rocked on my hand, fucking it and enjoying how I was making her feel.

Finally she looked me in the eyes and said: "Suck my tits baby! Easy and nice. NO! Keep your fingers in me. That's it. Let me feel your lips on my nipples. Yes. Very good baby! Very, very good."

As we made love she rolled us to the side and we lay face to face. We stayed like that for a little while. Her leg was over my thighs so her pussy was open for my fingers to keep working. What a wonderful feeling it was for me to have her nipple in my mouth, her hands holding my head against her breasts and my fingers deep inside her cunt. She reached for my cock and it felt so hard I was sure it throbbed in her hand. She just held it and let it lay in her hand. She whispered: "Mummm you feel so hard bobby."




Training Ch. 04



After a few minutes she began to stroke it and she whispered in m y ear: "Lay back and let me get on top of you. I did as she told me and I was sure she was going to put my cock in her pussy and fuck me with her on top. This was one of the best fantasies I have had while jerking off. 

But instead she moved up over me and straddled my face with her knees. She smiled down at me and said: "One more time Bobby, then Bonne is going to fuck her favorite guy! I'm going to sit on your face and rock on your tongue and cum all over your mouth. Then I'm going to slide down and put your dick inside my pussy and ride it until you cum! Who knows maybe you can make me cum with your nice hard dick too."

She did just that. She moved her cunt over my face and as I looked up between her open thighs I looked directly into the wetness and her dark hole. She smiled down at me again and asked: "Do you like my pussy Bobby? Are you ready? Show me what you have learned."

I just moaned as I watched her pussy begin to come down over my face. With that, she slowly, very slowly came down until I watched until her cunt touched my mouth and my nose was pressed against her clit. I opened my mouth and inserted my tongue into her wet hole and as she began to rock on my face I licked and sucked her cunt as she pressed her clit on my nose.

She worked her pussy all over my face and my tongue licked everywhere, her bottom, her ass hole, the pussy hole and her clit were all touched and licked as she rocked and shifted and held my head and squeezed her knees and thighs against my face. 

I couldn't hear anything for a time while her thighs squeezed my head. Then she pushed down so hard I had trouble breathing! She pulled my hair and lifted my head pushing my face into her cunt even harder. At times it was good, at times I was scared, but I kept going and going. 

I continued to lick and suck her everywhere until I felt the warm flow of her cum again. Then as I sucked her clit she scrammed out and more cum flooded my face and mouth and chin! So much cum I was sure I was going to drown.

Finally she lifted off my face and slid down my body. She lay on top of me panting and trying to catch her breath! "Wonderful Bobby! You were wonderful!! You made me cum so hard! Thank you!" she whispered in my ear as she licked it. 

She lay on top of me for a time and I could feel her pussy hair rubbing my hard cock shaft. I was as hard as I got. Standing up high between her open legs my cock could feel her wet pussy lips touching the shaft. I was so ready to feel it inside her cunt hole again! I let her lay on top of me and slowly rubbed it between her legs.

Finally after a few minutes she sat up and I saw her beautiful face and those wonderful tits. Nipples hard and sticking out. I reached up and cupped one in each of my hands. "Now Bonnie? Will you fuck me now? Please?" I begged.

She smiled down and told me, "Yes Bobby! You surely have earned it. Bonnie is going to ride your cock and show you how good it can feel when a woman wants to please you!"

She was straddling my thighs now and I looked down and saw my cock head an inch from her cunt. I could feel her heat! She smiled and said: "Now watch and feel how it engulfs your swollen cock Bobby. Feel how nice it is to have a woman take all of your big young cock deep inside her pussy while you watch it disappear."

She moved her pussy over the head and I could feel how wet and warm she was as my cock head touched her hole. Slowly, God she moved so slowly, and I watched my cock head press against her opening. The head separated the lips of her cunt. And then it moved deeper. My cock disappeared into her body. It took so long for her to get my entire dick into her pussy tunnel. She did it deliberately. She smiled at my lust and need and as I looked up she said: "Good? Does it feel good Bobby?"

I moaned, there were no words to describe it and she finally sat down on me and I was fully embedded into her cunt.

My cock throbbed and she almost laughed at the feeling of it jumping and straining inside her pussy. Then she took my hands and placed them on her tits. She smiled again and began to lift up! I immediately tried to lift up too so I could keep my cock in her cunt.

She said: "Lay back and relax Bobby. Your cock feels much too good to take all the way out of my pussy. I'm going to ride this big cock of yours up and down and you are going to love it. So will I."

She sort of giggled as she said it. And that's what she did. She moved up and down and up and down riding me and it drove me wild with desire to cum!! She looked down and said: "Watch between my legs Bobby. Watch your cock come out of my pussy all wet and sticky from my cum!! Do you like me on top baby?"

I could only moan yes and watched as she lifted and then came back down. My cock was dripping with her wetness. She moved a little faster now and she bent forward. "Suck them for me", she demanded. 

I turned my face so I could get a nipple in my mouth! I sucked and she rode me. She fucked me and fucked me and fucked me. She bounced up and down and then she rode me back and forwards. She was cumming!! I was making her cum with my cock!! 

She threw her head back and moaned loudly. She had her eyes closed and her mouth was open forming an O. She gushed and flooded my cock with cum as she rocking her cunt on my cock fast and hard. I knew I wouldn't last long when she did that! "I'm.... I'm going to cum", I yelled.

She stopped moving and sat there relaxing the walls of her cunt. She told me like before: "Don't cum! I swear if you do I'll get off your cock!! DON'T DO IT BOBBY!"

She sat there with my dick all the way up inside her and she didn't move an inch

"Slap me" I yelled

She didn't move and then as we both felt my cock get thicker hotter and harder she did it. She slapped me twice, very hard!

It helped but seeing her tits and hard nipples swaying as she sat on top of me and feeling her wetness around my swollen cock shaft I cried out and lifted us both up off the bed. I screamed and began to shoot my load into her cunt.

When she felt me cumming, Bonnie rode me hard and fats as she felt the first of many shots enter her body. Rocking and rocking and humping me she drained my cock with her pussy and the walls of her tunnel were squeezing my dick. She kept going until I was done and my balls were drained. When my cock began to deflate she rolled off of me and touched my cheek and kissed it.

"Sorry Bobby, I tried to stop you from cumming. But, I guess you were to far gone." Was it good?' She whispered as she lay on top of me and kissed and stroked my face.

I told her: "It was the best feeling in the world. She kissed me again and held me to her body for a long time. We lay on the bed and then she looked down and took my wet cock shaft in her hand. She smiled and moved down my body until her lips were around the head of my cock. She started to suck and lick it and it began to grow.

I watched as she looked up and said: "Young men and their hard cocks. Lay back Bobby and let me get it hard again. Then you can fuck me again. We have all afternoon."

I did what she told me. I mean after all she was my teacher and I was her student. The learning wasn't over for today. Next time I would be better and last longer I was sure. When I jerked off I always lasted much longer after the first cum. I wondered if she was going to tell me to eat her pussy with all my cum in it. Oh well it would be worth it to fuck her again that was for sure.

But she didn't ask me. Instead she sucked and licked and played with my balls until I was hard again. Then she moved around and knelt on her hands and knees. She looked back at me and said: "Fuck me from behind now Bobby. It's called Doggie style."

I moved behind her and knelt as I looked at her beautiful ass sticking up in the air. She reached between her legs and took my cock in her hand. She moved it to her gapping cunt hole and as she did I could feel the wet cum still dripping out of it.

She touched her hole and I pushed. My cock entered her easy and I pushed into her with two shoves. She pushed back and we began to fuck 'doggie". It was hot and hard and she grunted as I filled her deeper in this position. She told me: "Reach under and cup my hanging tits Bobby. Pull them and pinch the nipples. Yes that's it. Keep fucking me and play with my tits."

Again I was the student and she was my teacher. I milked her tits and fucked her cunt and I was in haven. In and out I pumped her cunt now. Harder and faster as she pushed back against me harder and faster. She moaned and I felt her take one hand and move it to her pussy. I asked her what she was doing and she told me: "Rubbing my clit. You fuck me and I'll rub my clit and I'll cum harder."

I asked her: "Can I do that too?"

She told me: "Yes, go ahead and see if you can reach it."

I did and my fingers were held by her hand and she showed me how she wanted it rubbed. It was as hard as my dick. I felt the building of cum again in my balls. She was so lovely and felt so good. She said: "Now hold my shoulders for me and I'll rub. Hold my shoulders and drive your cock into me hard Bobby."

I moved my hand from her cunt and used both to hold her shoulders and began to fuck her hard. "Harder Bobby, fuck me harder! Hard as you can and as fast as you cam I'm very close", she hissed back at me.

I was ramming my cock into her now. She was pushing back into me and we were fucking like crazy. Again and again she moaned as I pushed all the easy into her hole. Then I felt her cunt grab my dick and I felt her flood her hole with her wetness as Bonnie was cumming on my cock. "OH God Bobby! Yes!! I'm cumming darling!! I'm cumming baby", she moaned.

The feeling of her body shuttering and shaking, and the walls of her pussy squeezing my cock shaft was too much for me. I moaned and pushed into her one last time and began to shoot my cum deep into her body!!! "OH FUCK YES", she screamed when I began to cum.

We held that position with me locked deep inside her and we both came hard with her face on the bed and her ass stuck way up in the air with me straddling her hips and ass cheeks and buried deep in her cunt hole. It was perfect!

Finally it was over. I had cum inside my dream girl from behind. But, more important she had cum too from me fucking her. We had almost cum together. It was just like I had dreamed about. And it was exactly as I wrote about it in my diary! The sex was sensational. 

Bonnie slid down on to the bed and I followed. MY deflating cock finally slipped out of her cum filled pussy. I just laid there on top of her feel her round firm ass cheeks under me. My wet cock was between us. It was soft and I was drained. It was the best day of my life. So far!



Training Ch. 04



Anthony and the cabbie chatted at each other for the rest of the trip, talking with zeal about the Kennedy assassination, secret societies, and the many merits of potato vodka. Eileen curled up in the corner of the seat and looked out the window. Her emotions roiled. The cab turned off the interstate and purred through familiar tree-lined roads. After her experiences in London, being back in this town she knew so well felt surreal, as if the buildings were all the same but everything else had changed. 

The old Catholic university campus, long closed, passed by. She looked out at the clusters of trees surrounding the buildings and remembered how the place had always seemed magical and haunted to her as a child. The memory made her feel disconnected from her past; she felt that she was changing, but didn't know quite how.

The roads grew more twisty. Anthony nuzzled her neck. Lost in her own thoughts, Eileen did not respond, even when they pulled up in front of Anthony's house, with its imposing row of wide columns across a red brick face. Rows of white-trimmed windows with faux white shutters stared blindly down at them.

Our house, she reminded herself. Not Anthony's house. I live here too now. That thought seemed surreal.

Unloading the cab went surprisingly quickly, even with the big steamer trunk. Eileen looked at it and images of being strapped to the Sybian machine while she struggled to take a rubber dildo down her throat flashed in her mind. Her nipples hardened and her pussy tightened. She colored and turned toward the house before Anthony could see.

Anthony tipped the cabbie generously and bid him farewell. The cab disappeared down the road. Anthony dragged the luggage to the doorstep and unlocked the door. His hand on her arm stopped her from walking through. "Here, allow me." Before she could protest, he scooped her in his arms and carried her over the threshold. "Welcome home, little whore! It is good to have you here."

He set her down in the foyer and kissed her neck. "Mmm, I'm glad to be home. How about you?" His lips moved softly over her skin, and his teeth raked lightly along her shoulder.

She moved away. "I'm tired. Right now I just want to get unpacked and go to bed."

Anthony's arms slid around her and he nuzzled into her neck again. One hand cupped her breast. "Later. Right now, I want to enjoy you."

"Anthony!" She pushed him away. "We have things to do."

In an instant, he grabbed her shoulders tightly. "Naughty, naughty!" he grinned. "You don't get to say no, remember?" He backed her against the wall, next to the door that still hung open. Before she could move, he kissed her roughly. She squirmed and felt his tongue invade her mouth.

"Mmmmmf! Unnnnnnnf!" She shoved him away. "Anthony, I'm serious! We need to unpack and go to bed!"

"We slept on the plane." His hands shot out and ripped open her shirt. A button flew across the foyer and skittered onto the floor. "And you don't have any say in this." His strong hands squeezed her breasts, much too hard. As soon as she started to cry out, his mouth was on hers again, muffling her protests. His tongue forced its way between her lips.

Heat rose in her, part anger and part arousal. She thrashed and shoved at him. Muscles rippled in his chest. He leaned into her, resisting her struggles. She turned her head aside to break the unwanted kiss. "Anthony, let go of me!" His hands tightened. "Ow! You're hurting me!"

He ignored her pleas, and his strong hands continued to squeeze and grope her breasts roughly. She grabbed his arms and shoved him away. "Anthony! Stop it!"

"No." He placed one hand between her breasts and pinned her to the wall. She pushed and shoved and fought to escape. With his other hand, he unbuckled his belt. "I'm not going to stop it." In a fluid motion, he drew off the belt and wrapped it around one of her wrists. She fought back even more fiercely, but he overpowered her easily and spun her around toward the wall. Eileen felt handicapped by the long, form-hugging skirt, which prevented her from moving quickly or from kicking out at him with her feet. He snatched her other wrist and pulled her hands back behind her back. The belt made for a crude but effective restraint, and soon both of her wrists were bound tightly behind her.

When he was satisfied that her arms were restrained, he let go of her and closed the front door. She moved away from him, as quickly as the tight skirt would let her, into the wide open space of the huge living room.

He followed her unhurriedly. "Where exactly do you think you're going, little whore? You can't run outside with your tits hanging out like that, and you're not going to get very far trying to hide from me in the house."

She scurried as fast as she was able away from him, trying to put the couch between them. He walked caught up with her easily. "I don't think you've really thought this through, little whore. You can't get away from me."

"Anthony, leave me alone! I don't want to have sex right now!"

"I know." He grinned widely at her. "That's okay." He caught her by the elbow and twisted her around to face him. "I do want to have sex right now, and that's what matters." Strong arms crushed her against him. His lips found hers, and he kissed her again. His hands slid down her back and found the zipper on her skirt.

"Nnnnngh!" She twisted and struggled in his arms. "Let me go!"

He pulled the skirt down to her knees. His arms wrapped around her and gripped her butt tightly. "God, I love it when you struggle! No, I'm not going to let you go. Now kiss me."

"No!"

"Suit yourself." One hand slid up to her breast and squeezed tightly.

"Ow! That hurts!"

He squeezed tighter. "I know it does. Kiss me."

"No! Stop it!"

His fingers dug in and twisted. She gasped and grimaced in pain.

"Kiss me," he commanded. "Now."

Reluctantly, she pressed her lips against his. Instantly he released the pressure. His tongue touched her lips. Her body acted automatically; the lessons he'd given her in the hotel in London took over. Without conscious thought or intention, she pressed herself against him, until she could feel the heat of his body through the fabric of his shirt. His hands caressed her back, and the tip of his tongue probed gently. She relaxed slightly and parted her lips, inviting it in. The kiss grew deeper, more sensual. Wetness leaked from between her legs. She moaned.

"There now, that's more like what I expect from a sex slave." He finished stripping her out of her skirt, leaving her standing in nothing but the torn shirt hanging open from her shoulders. When the skirt was gone, he kissed her again, a little bit more roughly. She responded without thinking, her tongue coaxing his lips apart.

When she moaned again, Anthony broke the kiss. His hands moved up to her shoulders. With a powerful shove, he forced her down until she was lying face-down on the cool, smooth wood floor. She struggled to rise, but he knelt across the back of her legs, holding her in place with his weight. He stripped off his shirt, tossing it carelessly over the white leather sofa, and unzipped his pants.

Eileen fought to free herself from under his knee. "Anthony! Stop it!"

"Oh, yes. I do love it when you struggle." He held her pinned. "I really do." One hand grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She whimpered and arched her back. He crawled on top of her, and laid his body heavily on her. His other hand reached down and unzipped his pants. "Hold still!" He pressed flat on top of her and forced her legs apart with his knee.

She struggled against his weight, trapped beneath him on the floor. With one thrust, he entered her from behind. She screamed as his cock impaled her. "Anthony! You're hurting me!"

He began moving powerfully, and with each stroke, she clenched and tightened around him. Soon ripples of pleasure started radiating through her, every one followed by a wave of shame. His fingers curled through her hair and pulled steadily. "Stop!" she cried. "This is wrong! You can't do this to me!"

He moved faster. Butterflies churned in her stomach. She moaned, and instantly hated the sound. "Anthony! No! Stop!" She writhed on the floor, hands trapped behind her back against Anthony's chest.

Her cries seemed to arouse him. He swelled within her, and his hand pulled painfully at her hair. She moaned again, helpless beneath him, lying on the floor with Anthony on top of her, and arched involuntarily to meet his thrusts.

The orgasm hit her suddenly, without warning. The world went grey and pleasure, beautiful agonizing delicious pleasure, exploded through her body. She screamed again, but this was a different sound, filled with ecstasy and raw carnal need.

"That's what I thought." Anthony slowed his motions, gradually coming to a stop with his cock buried inside her. "You really do need regular hard fucking."

She squirmed and writhed beneath him. Her hips ground upward and backward against his. He held still and let her push herself against him over and over again. She writhed and bucked like she was in heat, unable to stop herself. Her breathing came fast and ragged, and she screamed in the grip of another agonizingly intense orgasm.

Smiling, he withdrew. Eileen rolled onto her side on the hard floor, still twitching and making small gasping sounds. 

"There, didn't that feel nice?" He sat on the floor beside her and pulled off his pants. Once he was entirely naked, he leaned over to unfasten the belt binding her wrists. He took one of her hands in his and kissed it gently. "You come so hard when I use you like that." He tucked her hand down between her legs. "I know you still want more. Touch yourself."

"No!" she said. "That's dirty!"

He grabbed both of her wrists savagely and pinned them together. Before she could pull away, he pushed her hands between her legs, so roughly that she gasped. Swiftly, he bound her wrists together again with the belt, this time in front of her. "That wasn't a request. Touch yourself."

She pressed her fingers against her throbbing clit and shuddered. Anthony stroked her hair while she masturbated and whimpered in shame. The feel of her own wetness dripping out of her, proof of how his unwanted assault excited her, made her feel even more ashamed. Tension built between her legs.

Anthony lifted her head onto his lap. She felt the tip of his cock, thickly smeared with her own juices, touch her lips.

"No, please!" she wailed. "Not that. Not in my mouth. Please, not in my mouth!"

"You don't get a say in this. Suck my cock, slut." His voice was edged with something sharp and dangerous. Eileen looked up at him, startled. His eyes glittered down at her, hard and bright as ice. A thrill of fear flashed through her, mixed with something else, something she couldn't quite identify...longing?

He gripped her hair tightly and pushed her forward. His cock slid between her lips and into her mouth. She choked and recoiled in disgust at the taste of her come all over it. His hands held her head tightly, forced her to take it deeper.

Eileen started to struggle desperately. He held her firmly in place, overpowering her with ease. "No! I've been tolerant so far only because this is new to you and you're still being trained. But we are going to have to start working on your obedience, which means that I am going to have to start punishing you if you don't do as you're told. Now touch yourself!" He pressed her head down hard, and the blunt head of his cock slid to the back of her throat.

She gagged. Her pussy spasmed. A bright electric flash of arousal crackled through her. She pressed her fingers against her clit and moaned. Her fingers worked faster, moving in quick little circles, as Anthony held her hair and rocked in and out of her mouth.

She gagged again involuntarily. The taste of her own juices filled her mouth, and waves of disgust and shame washed through her. The tension coiled like a spring inside her, growing, moving like something alive. Her fingers moved faster and faster. Electricity flowed through her body, powerful and intense, and her breath came in moans around his cock.

They both came together. Her world split; in one corner of her mind, a part of her savored the pleasure rolling through her, radiating from her dripping sex into every corner of her body. In another corner, part of her blanched in horror and disgust at the torrent of warm, thick spunk gushing into her mouth. She choked and sputtered, while her body shuddered in a strange mix of ecstasy and revulsion.

Her fingers slowed and then stopped. Aftershocks reverberated through her body. He slipped his softening cock from her mouth and stood. She lay panting on her side on the cool, hard floor. A thin stream of come flowed from the corner of her lips and pooled on the polished hardwood.

"We are going to have a house full of guests tomorrow, so we need to get the place cleaned up," Anthony said. He took Eileen by her arm and rolled her over face down. His hand held the back of her head. He pressed steadily until her nose touched the puddle of come spreading on the floor. "You can start with the mess you just made. Use your tongue."

She whimpered and made a small noise of disgust in the back of her throat. The belt binding her wrists prevented her from getting her arms under herself, keeping her powerless to stop him from pushing her face into the pool of come.

"I am not going to let you up until you obey. We can stay right here for as long as it takes."

Eileen's will to resist seemed entirely gone. Hesitantly, slowly, she extended her tongue and touched the tip to the still-warm goo.

"Good. Just like that." Anthony's other hand caressed her ass. His fingers slipped between her legs.

Choking and coughing, Eileen lapped up the thick puddle of come. Her abhorrence for what she was doing did not prevent her from arching her back and grinding against Anthony's fingers. She moaned and gagged and did the repulsive task, and the warm glow of another orgasm started to build inside her. By the time she had finished licking the vile stuff up, she was grinding her hips against his fingers over and over, moaning.

She was just about to come again when he slipped his hand away. She cried out in frustration, the pleasure denied. He unbound her wrists and stood. "Good. Get dressed. I'll bring in the luggage and you can help me put everything away."

He left her there feeling simultaneously aroused and disgusted while he picked up his scattered clothes and dressed. She heard the front door open, then close. She climbed awkwardly to her feet and looked at her own clothing. The thought of putting the tight skirt and the skimpy, slutty little shirt back on appalled her, and she could not even bring herself to touch them. She shuddered at the thing she had just done, and at how close she had come to another orgasm doing it, and in that moment felt filthy beyond redemption.

Anthony returned to find her clothes still on the living room floor. The sounds of running water told him that Eileen was in the spacious master bathroom showering. He dragged the suitcases into the bedroom and set about unpacking from the trip. It wasn't until he was nearly finished putting things away that she finally came out, wrapped in a towel. She turned without a word toward the bedroom door.

He sat on the bed and watched, eyes glinting with a boyish delight. As she moved past him, he caught her by the hand. "It won't work, you know. You're dirty on the inside, where no soap can reach."

"You dirty, filthy, disgusting bastard! Let me go! You're a pig!"

He grinned. "Oh, yes, I am. All of those things." Gently, almost reverently, he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. "And I'm exactly your kind of dirty, disgusting bastard."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm the kind of dirty, disgusting bastard who makes you come. Over and over again."

She blanched. "You're still a filthy pig!"

"Guilty as charged!" He smiled and guided her to sit on the bed next to him. His hands massaged her shoulders, and soft lips kissed the back of her neck. She felt her anger melting under the touch. Somewhere deep inside, some part of her was angry at herself for not being more angry at him. He had just violated her, used her, and then forced her to do something more disgusting than she could even imagine! She should be furious! She should just get up and march right out!

"What are you thinking about so loudly?"

She turned to face him with sudden heat. "I should leave you." He tried to put his hands on her shoulders again, but she swatted them away. "You can't keep treating me like some kind of slave! I should just get up and—"

He grabbed the sides of her face and kissed her forcefully. She melted instantly. Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue flicked against him. Her body pressed to him, and she felt her nipples harden into the soft terrycloth towel. A tiny moan wriggled its way out from between her lips.

The kiss went on for what felt like hours, until she was utterly lost in it. Every particle of his attention was focused on that kiss, and she could not help but respond. Liquid fire rose inside her and flowed through her body. The gentle but persistent touch of his tongue captivated her, seduced her; she surrendered to it and returned her passion for his. Her hands slid around his back. The towel, forgotten, slipped down to her waist, and her breasts pressed against the warm smooth fabric of his shirt.

Still it went on. His tongue probed deeper. She tilted her head back to accept it, while her hands caressed his back. The fire burned hotter, and somewhere far away she felt wetness between her legs.

His hands caressed her shoulders and pressed her back on the bed. He untangled the towel from her hips and dropped it to the floor. 

She expected him to take her then and there, but instead he leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Go to sleep, little whore. I'll finish unpacking and cleaning up."

He left and closed the door behind him. She lay on the bed breathing hard for a long time. Sounds came through the door—suitcases being put away, the floor being swept. It felt strange, after the weeks spent in London, to be lying on the bed without being chained to it. In some small part of her mind, she missed those chains. She burrowed under warm, soft, clean-smelling covers, savoring their feel on her skin, and let the stress of travel catch up to her. 

That night, vivid images conjured up from the recesses of her subconscious swirled in Eileen's mind. She dreamed that she was at an elaborate art auction, sitting in the audience surrounded by wealthy men in formal suits. On the stage, the auctioneer presided over the sale of many beautiful things—paintings, statues, enormous vases with intricate designs on them. Anthony sat beside her in the audience, watching with rapt attention.

The crowd grew more eager. White-gloved waiters in tuxedos moved through the throng bearing champagne glasses on silver trays. The auctioneer spoke faster and faster. Eileen felt confused and slightly out of place; something seemed wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. He announced the artwork by lots, describing the paintings and sculptures in flowery language. The bidders seemed to pick up energy, too; the bids came in more and more quickly. The air buzzed with excitement.

"And now for the final piece of the day!" the auctioneer called. "The one you've all been waiting for!" Tension crackled in the air. Two large men walked down the steps from the stage and headed directly toward her. A lump rose in her throat. She tried to stand and run away, but some strange force kept her in her seat.

They drew closer. The men loomed over her, muscles bulging. Simultaneously, they reached down and seized her by the arms. She turned toward Anthony, looking for help, but he only smiled at her.




Training Ch. 04



"No! No, you're making a mistake!" she said. The men dragged her onto the stage, their grips like iron. Somewhere far overhead, a spotlight came to life and shined down brightly on her. A sea of faces looked up at her, expectant.

"Gentlemen, the next lot in our sale is a very beautiful item indeed. This is a filthy whore who loves to be fucked. There is nothing she won't do! Take a look at this dirty tramp who wants to perform vile and unspeakable acts for you."

The two men grabbed her dress on either side and yanked. The dress tore away, leaving Eileen naked under the spotlight. Hundreds of eyes looked at her.

"Yes, this little whore is so dirty, there is no depraved delight she will not provide for you. Come on up and take a look! Inspect the merchandise."

Someone Eileen couldn't see brought a chair from behind her. The men pushed her down onto it. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but one of the men took her by the wrists and pulled her arms up over her head.

The men in the audience started pouring onto the stage. They crowded all around her, jostling at each other. Eyes glittering with avarice looked down at her. Rough, indifferent hands squeezed her breasts.

"That's right, step right up. Check out this fine whore." Someone grabbed her ankles and lifted them up to the chair. More hands pulled her knees apart, spreading her wide. Men in expensive suits groped and fondled her, shoved questing fingers inside her. More fingers tickled her clit. She moaned.

"See how this whore accepts whatever you do to her. Watch her get off from any violation. What am I bid for this fine sex slave?"

Fingers prodded and stroked. Something pressed into her breast, and she felt her nipple harden. Her breath came in short gasps. She struggled to move, but invisible bonds held her still, helpless.

"See how hard she comes!" the auctioneer crowed. His voice was Anthony's. "Come for me, little whore! Come for me!"

She woke in the throes of a hard, long orgasm. Anthony was somewhere below her, encouraging her; "That's right, little whore, come for me!" Something moved around her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She gasped and screamed in ecstasy.

"Good. That's lovely. I like seeing you come," he said.

The feelings subsided slowly. Eileen tried to move, but something stopped her. She was lying on her back in a strange, awkward position; one leg was straight, the other bent, with her knee pulled up almost to her breast Both her wrists were together, resting on one of her shoulders, her arms pressed tight against her body.

She opened her eyes and saw Anthony leaning over her smiling. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Good morning, little whore! It's time to wake up!"

"What--why can't I--?"

Wakefulness seeped in to her body, and Eileen gradually became aware that she was bound in place. One ankle was tied with a length of rope that snaked tautly under the corner of the bed. Another rope bound her other leg in a bent position, heel touching her ass. Her wrists were tied together, and a long piece of rope, slightly rough on her smooth skin, wrapped around her body and between her breasts, pinning her wrists to her shoulder. Yet more rope bound her bent knee to the side of the bed, preventing her from turning.

"What did you do to me?"

"I tied you up while you were sleeping!" Anthony said brightly, with the pleased tone of a boy who had just won first prize at the fair. "It took about forty-five minutes. I had to be careful not to wake you up. Had to tie you in the position you were already in, because I was afraid that moving you around too much might wake you. Then I ran my finger over your clit until you came."

Eileen tried to turn over, but the ropes held her in place. "Anthony, can—"

"Hold that thought." He disappeared from her view. A second later, she felt something wet touch her clit.

"Anthony!"

He pressed his face further between her legs. His tongue danced lightly over her most sensitive spot; the feeling made her gasp. Butterflies danced in her stomach. "Anthony! Stop!"

His tongue—that magnificent, skilled tongue—moved faster. Heat and tension grew in her belly. "Anthony!" she cried desperately. "Anthony, no! Stop! Please stop! ANTHONY!!"

The second orgasm hit her with the force of a tornado. She screamed and shook while uncontrollable pleasure tore through her. "ANTHONY!" she shrieked. "ANTHONY!!!" Her body spasmed and her back arched. "Oh, God, ANTHONY!!!"

And then, as fast as it had hit, it was gone. She lay panting, drenched in sweat.

He crawled up on the bed to kneel beside her. Softly, sweetly, he stroked her hair. "I love seeing you like that. Watching you when you're in ecstasy excites me." He drew closer, kneeling beside her head. "Can you feel how much I like it?" He closed her bound hands around his cock, throbbing and hard.

She made a soft whimper but said nothing. Her hands squeezed, drawing a quiver from Anthony's body.

"Wait." He reached over to the nightstand and picked up a tube of lubricant. "Here." He uncapped it and squeezed it over her hands, sending a generous quantity of thick slippery jelly over her fingers and down across her palms. She made a noise of distaste, but the ropes prevented her from moving her hands away.

Anthony slid his erection back between her hands. "Squeeze," he said. "The head and underside are most sensitive. Close your fingers more tightly."

His hips began thrusting. Eileen felt his slippery shaft moving through her hands. Her heart beat faster. "Anthony, please!"

"Giving a good handjob is part of a sex slave's skill," he said. "Don't be afraid to squeeze; you're not going to break it." His fingers closed over hers. "There. Like that. Good!" He moved faster. "Hold it just like that. Move your fingers over the head." He breathed faster, and his cock seemed to swell in her hand. "Oh! Just like that...oh!"

She turned her face away just as he came. A thick stream of come jetted across her cheek and splattered on her neck. She closed her eyes and recoiled in disgust. He kept thrusting. More come gushed across her cheek, splashed the side of her neck, and ran down into her hair. Another thrust, and come spurted across her chin and her face. "Anthony, no!" Lube and come dripped from her fingers.

When he was finished, he straightened up with a pleased expression. Eileen felt wetness dripping down her cheek and squirmed in distaste. "Anthony, that's disgusting! Untie me!"

He kissed her forehead again. "A sex slave can't be squeamish about having come all over her. Stay here, little whore. You need to get used to it." He left her there, bound to the bed, and ran the shower in the bathroom.

She heard him whistling to himself while the wetness dripped down her cheek and leaked into her hair. The come on her chin itched as it dried, but she couldn't quite reach to scratch it. Sticky slime dripped from her fingertips onto her shoulder. A large drop of the gooey liquid rolled down her wrist. Her entire body shuddered in repugnance.

Long minutes went by. When he was finished with his shower, he came out toweling his hair. She struggled against the ropes. "Anthony, that's enough. Let me go!"

He leaned over the bed with a grin. "This really grosses you out, doesn't it? We have to work on that." He scooped up some of the come from her cheek and ran his fingertips over her lips, leaving a wet trail smeared across them. Her face twisted in revulsion. "You can't be a good sex slave if you don't love come!" he said.

Straightening, still whistling to himself, he pulled on his bathrobe left the bedroom. The come cooled and dried on her skin. From far away, she heard the front door open, then close. A new kind of fear trilled through her. Where was he going? Why had he abandoned her like this, tied to the bed? Was he leaving on some errand, dressed only in a robe? That made no sense to her. How long would he be gone?

The minutes stretched out. The wet goo on her face and hands started to dry, and itch, and she couldn't move to wipe it away. She opened her mouth to call for him, and tasted semen. Her body shuddered. She struggled hard against the cords binding her, but succeeded only in splattering little flecks of slippery goo from her hands across her neck and shoulder. Come dripped down and spread through her hair.

Used and defiled, Eileen sobbed softly. Her tears made salty tracks through the stuff dried on her face. More minutes ticked by. She could not understand why Anthony was doing these things to her, and understood even less why her body responded the way it did. How could it be possible that these things that so sickened her also made her come?

She thought about the things he had done to her in London. Her mind wandered to the way he had raped her in that alley; she thought of damp brick at her back, the cold bright hardness of the knife on her breast. More tears rolled down her cheek. A familiar tightness curled up inside her. Her nipples hardened against her arm.

A sudden loud hammering sound from somewhere near the front door jolted her out of the thoughts. Was someone knocking? Where was Anthony? Her mind raced. What if someone came in and saw her here like this?

Panic seized hold. What if it was someone she knew? Could people be showing up for the party he had talked about? Had he invited her friends? What if they tried the door when nobody answered? What if they walked in on her this way, bound naked and splattered with semen? She fought against the rope and called out for Anthony.

The rapping came again, longer, more insistent. She held her breath, heart hammering.

There was a long pause, then more hammering. The tension uncoiled fractionally inside her. It didn't sound like someone knocking on the door, and nobody seemed to be coming into the house. From the bedroom she still couldn't tell what was happening, but for the moment, at least, she didn't seem to be in any danger of being discovered.

A minute of silence went by before the hammering resumed. She shifted uncomfortably and tested the ropes, which still held her fast. They felt tight and slightly coarse on her skin, and they had been tied with a cleverness that confounded her attempts to escape.

She heard the front door open. Her heartbeat picked up. Footsteps sounded in the living room, coming closer. Her breath caught, and she squirmed, desperately wishing she could pull the sheets up to cover herself.

The bedroom door opened, and Anthony's head appeared. "Hello, little whore! Would you like me to unite you now?"

Eileen jumped, startled. "Anthony! Where were you? Was that you making all that noise? What were you doing?"

"Oh, you'll see." He grinned conspiratorially. "But first, let's get you untied, shall we?"

Eileen glowered resentfully at him while he worked on the knots. So complicated were the bindings that it took him several minutes to unfasten them. The ropes around her body left deep marks in her sides. He moved down to free her legs, then finally turned his attention to the ones binding her arms. Finally, after several minutes, she was free of all save a single long rope binding her wrists together at one end. She moved to stand. Anthony placed a hand on her arm. "Oh, no you don't. Where do you think you're going?"

"Anthony, finish untying me! I have to clean up!"

"Not just yet, little whore. I'm not done with you. You still don't quite seem to understand your place."

She pulled away and tugged at the rope with her teeth. "Let me go this minute!"

"No. Besides, I want to show you what a beautiful day it is outside. And you asked what I was doing." His voice was calm but carried a hint of sharpness. With one quick move, he scooped her up and slung her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. She felt the muscles ripple in his back as he carried her naked through the living room.

Anthony brought her to the front door and opened it wide. She gasped in shock, then began struggling with all of her strength as he carried her out onto the porch. Her hands beat ineffectively at his back. "Anthony! What are you doing? Bring me inside!"

"No." He set her down near one of the massive white columns that lined the front porch. She felt warm concrete under her bare feet. Eileen shrunk away from him and moved toward the door, but Anthony held tightly to the length of rope that bound her wrists. "Stay here."

"But I'm naked! People will see me!"

"They might, unless you behave and stay behind this column." He half-led, half dragged her over to it. "Right here."

Anthony pushed her forward against the column. With one hand, he lifted her wrists over her head. Eileen looked up, and saw that he had nailed a bright metal ring to the column, just above her reach. He stood on his tiptoes to loop the rope through it and tied it off, binding her against the pillar with her arms stretched above her. The morning sun shone warmly on her bare skin.

"Anthony!" she screamed. "What are you doing?"

"Hush. You might want to keep your voice down a bit. You're out of view of the road, mostly, but if you make too much ruckus our neighbors might wonder what all the fuss is about. Now, the Faulkner family over that way"—he waved to his left—"usually keep to themselves and probably won't care if you fuss. And Mr. Thompsons over that way"—his chin jutted to the right—"is a bit hard of hearing. But he has a son who's in his thirties or so, who might want to come over and see what the noise is all about. Who knows what he might do if he finds you all tied up and naked! So you probably want to keep quiet."

"Anthony—"

"Hush." He knelt in his bathrobe next to the column. Eileen cried out in surprise when he grabbed her ankle and lashed it to another ring he had nailed to the base of the column. He repeated the same procedure on the other side, and when he was finished, she was securely bound with her legs spread. The warm, roughly textured stucco surface pressed against her breasts.

"Anthony! What do you think you're doing?"

His hands caressed her sides, followed the curve of her body. "Enjoying the beautiful morning. Getting some fresh air." He reached into the pocket of his bathrobe and took out a tube of lubricating jelly. She felt something cool and wet roll down the cleft of her ass. His fingers worked the slippery stuff into her. "And raping you anally, of course," he said. "Just because we're home doesn't mean your training program is over!"

He parted his robe. His hands gripped her hips firmly. With a hard, slow thrust, he buried his erect shaft deep in her ass. She let out a long wail of helplessness as he started to thrust. She felt her ass stretch to accommodate him, and with each push, he pressed her body hard against the column. She struggled to move, but the ropes held her tightly in place.

He raped her slowly and methodically, without hurrying. Eileen screamed helplessly. He took his time, thrusting slowly but deeply, impaling her on his erection. His hands were tight on her hips, pressing her against the pillar. Her screams slowly subsided, and gradually became moans. 

Finally, his cock thickened. Eileen shuddered, knowing what was about to happen. One more thrust, and with a groan he unloaded a torrent of hot wet come into her. She shuddered in distaste. He continued to thrust, spurting hot wetness deep inside her, for what seemed like a very long time. She cried out, repulsed by the feel of the gooey slickness being forced into her.

When he was finally done, Anthony withdrew from her and closed his robe. "Mmm, that felt nice.," he said. "I think I really like that ass of yours." With that, he turned and walked back into the house.

"Anthony!" she called. "Anthony, don't leave me here like this!"

The front door closed behind him.

"Anthony!" She tugged at the rope binding her arms until her wrists were sore. "Anthony!" Something wet dripped down from between her widely spread legs and splattered on the concrete. She squirmed, not wanting to think about what it was. 

The midmorning breeze played over her skin. Her hair felt stiff and crusty. Each car that drove past on the street caused her to shrink against the post and wish that it were wider. The warm sun and gentle breeze might have felt pleasant on her skin, in any other circumstance, but stripped and bound like this, she scarcely noticed.

The breeze picked up, stirring eddies in the yard and blowing through Eileen's hair. She trembled, and tightness curled through her body. She felt vulnerable, exposed; with every sound, she was desperately afraid someone would walk up the driveway and see her there. She closed her eyes and remembered the people watching from the street while she was tied up in the window in London. The tension curled tighter. More wetness dripped from between her legs, but this time, it was not just from Anthony's come in her ass. Slowly, gradually, her struggles changed, became long undulations of her hips. Need and tension rose. In her mind, she could imagine those men seeing her here naked in front of the house, could picture them discreetly reaching down to touch themselves while they watched her...

"Now there's a lovely sight!" Anthony's voice came from behind her. "A tied-up sex slave humping a pillar." 

Eileen realized she'd been so lost in the fantasy that she hadn't even heard the door open; the knowledge made her turn bright red in embarrassment. "I—I don't...I didn't..."

"Of course you did." He walked up behind her and cupped her ass with one hand. "Slut." His fingers probed her pussy, and the sensation took her breath away. She moaned, pressing back against his hand.

His fingers probed deeper, found wetness. She moaned again as they slid between her folds and stroked her clit. Her eyes closed, visions of strangers watching her growing more vivid behind her lids. The breeze caressed her bare skin and raising goose bumps. Her moans grew louder, more urgent; then, all at once, the tension released and she came hard against his fingers.

He took his hand away; her hips moved backward, following it. He laughed. "Later! I've made breakfast, and I don't want it to get cold." Nimble fingers untied her bonds. "Besides, tomorrow starts an important new phase in your training, and I won't be able to feed you breakfast the way I did on our honeymoon any more. So I wanted to be able to have one last time lingering over breakfast with you, you know? For old time's sake." He chuckled. "If 'old time' can mean a few days ago."

"What are you talking about? Anthony! Let me go!"

He bent to untie her ankles. She stepped away from the pillar, trailing rope, and felt suddenly, acutely self-conscious. The low rumble of a passing truck on the road startled her, making her hide behind the pillar again. Anthony laughed. "In the house, little whore!"

He took the rope still bound to her wrists and led her through the door. She followed sheepishly, feeling like a pet on a leash.

Like a pet on a leash... The thought echoed in her head. Her heart thudded. He's leading me around like I'm his pet! Her body quivered in sudden excitement. She felt her nipples harden. Between her legs, she twitched and grew wet. Something stirred inside her, some deep inner part of her that seemed fascinated by the notion.

He led her through the living room and into the kitchen. Coppery light from the high windows reflected from the row of pots and pans that hung over the stove and flooded the space. Sunbeams fell on the small wood table where he had laid out breakfast. He'd placed two chairs at the table, low-backed wood without arms, and one of them had a familiar dildo jutting upward from the seat.

She shrank back away from him as far as the rope would let her. "Anthony, no!"

"Yes. After today, things will change, and I won't have the opportunity to do this to you any more. A different part of your training will take precedence. I enjoy feeding you breakfast, though. Besides, it will be a nice way to bridge your honeymoon training with your at-home training, don't you think?"




Training Ch. 04



"No! I don't want to!" She shrank back farther. That sense of objectification intensified, bringing with it a sudden, overpowering feeling of helplessness. She felt soiled, filthy, unfit to be seen or touched, and she wanted to hide, to flee away from his sight.

He pulled the rope hand over hand, reeling her closer, bringing her to the chair step by reluctant step. "Sit down, little whore. It's time for breakfast."

"Anthony!" she begged. "I don't want to!"

Without a word, he steered her over to the chair. His hand on her shoulder pressed her down. She flinched when the dildo touched her, hesitated for a moment, then slowly lowered herself onto it. When her ass touched the seat, it filled her completely, painfully deep. She quivered and moaned.

When she was fully seated, Anthony untied her wrists. She tried to rub the marks the rope had left behind, but he intercepted her hands and pulled them behind the chair. Moments later, her wrists were once again bound, this time behind her back. He tied the rope to the chair, to prevent her from moving.

"Anthony," she whimpered weakly, "no..."

He brought a plate over to her, heaped with pancakes, eggs, and sausage. Ignoring her protestations, he sat next to her and fed her, one forkful at a time. Every tiny motion made her shockingly aware of the dildo impaling her, and before long her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly. He caressed her tangled hair, and kissed her defiled cheek softly. She felt degraded, but also cherished and cared for. The contradiction quickened her pulse. Every bite of pancake was a violation and a tender moment of intimacy at the same time, making her feel conflicted, uncertain. The tension returned to wrap around inside her.

When she had had enough, Anthony sat across from her and prepared a plate for himself. An amused light danced in his dark eyes. He watched her steadily, until the weight of his gaze made her blush. His eyes followed the curves of her breasts, rested for a moment on her hard nipples, continued down her body to the place where the edge of the table interrupted his view. He seemed pleased, as though admiring a cherished piece of art that brought him great joy.

Her heart beat faster. She moaned again. The covetousness in his look excited her, and her excitement made her more aware of the dildo impaling her. He watched as her moans came faster, louder, and her eyes closed. He could see with vivid clarity the rapid beat of the pulse in her neck, the lifting of her breasts with each breath.

But the orgasm he expected never came. She pursued it, felt it tighten inside her, but never quite caught it; the edge of ecstasy slipped away from her, left her panting and aching. Her eyes opened and she stared pleadingly at him, panting. He smiled and returned his attention to his breakfast.

When he was finished, he untied her and helped her rise up off the dildo. She kept her eyes down, embarrassed by his look. He took her chin and turned her head up to meet his gaze. "Now you may get cleaned up. I'll take care of the dishes." He placed a small kiss on her lips that sent shivers of longing through her body, before he turned away.

She retreated to the bathroom in a daze. As the shower warmed, the feeling of dirtiness grew stronger, until by the time she stepped beneath the spray it threatened to overwhelm her. She began scrubbing herself, and as she did, that lingering feeling of uncleanness that could not be washed away, that she had first felt in the hotel in London, came back.

This time, it was coupled with a powerful arousal. She soaped and scrubbed her body, excited and repelled in equal measure by the semen that clung stubbornly to her skin. One hand traveled over her breast and descended between her legs. Her knees buckled. 

No! she told herself. This is what he wants! He is trying to make me want his come all over me. I am not going to give in! She took her hand away, heart beating fast, and tried to push the arousal aside. He will not train me to enjoy this filth! She turned the stream of water as cold as she could get it and forced herself to stand beneath the icy spray. I am not a sex slave! I am not going to touch myself this way! Not after what he did to me!

She stayed under the cold spray until she had forced the last tattered remnants of sexual arousal away. Only then did she turn off the water and reach for a towel. Her nipples stood hard, from cold rather than heat. She wiped fog off the mirror and stared at herself. Determination mounted in her, to stomp out and tell Anthony that she had had absolutely enough, she was going to let him know how little she cared for the things he was doing to her...

No,, she thought. I am not going to let him see the way he is affecting me, I am not going to give him the pleasure of knowing how he is getting to me. She smoothed her expression into something pleasantly neutral, dressed, and walked out. Inwardly, locked in a secret room, her arousal simmered.

When she returned to the kitchen, Anthony had finished cleaning up the last traces of breakfast. "Oh, hi!" he said, and planted an affectionate kiss on her cheek. "All clean, little whore?" The phrase sent a small blaze of heat through her. She pushed it down and smiled blandly.

"The movers should have brought all your boxes over while we were away and put them in one of the bedrooms upstairs. If you want to start unpacking this afternoon before the party, that might be a good idea."

"It just might," she agreed, glad of the opportunity to distract herself with something else. Without another word, she climbed the sweeping stairway to the second floor and moved down the hallway, opening doors as she went.

The movers had indeed done their job; Eileen found all her boxes stacked neatly in a small, Spartan bedroom. The sight of all her worldly possessions, boxed up and neatly labeled, awaiting a new life, reminded her of how little she actually owned. Most of her furniture, she'd already sold or given away just prior to the wedding itself; the rest of her possessions occupied a surprisingly small space.

She spent the next several hours in the bedroom alone, opening boxes, sorting her things, trying to decide what to do with it. Anthony had told her that any of the bedrooms upstairs could be hers if she wanted it, but somehow, placing her things around the small bed and on the nightstand that were already in the room didn't seem to make the space feel like it belonged to her. The house was already completely furnished with Anthony's things, and standing in the room trying to figure out what to do with the odds and ends of her life reminded her of that. She felt like she had set out to capture a husband, and bring him into her life, and somehow the exact opposite had happened.

After a while, she grew restless and bored with unpacking, and started to explore. The elaborate renovation and modernization of the house that Anthony had done downstairs didn't seem to extend to the upper floor. Most of the upstairs doors opened into small bedrooms like the one in which her things were stored, each equipped with a small bed and nightstand and each with a musty, disused feeling. One door revealed a narrow bathroom with an antique pull-chain toilet, a small porcelain sink, and white lace curtains. 

The only upstairs room she found that seemed to be in use was Anthony's office, a large space with a computer desk and an enormous drafting table. A worn leather office chair on wheels sat in front of the largest monitor Eileen had ever seen, and stacks of drawings and papers sat piled around the desk in barely controlled chaos.

The door at the very end of the hallway was locked. Eileen twisted the knob fruitlessly.

She went back downstairs to find Anthony cleaning the enormous table in the formal dining room. "Anthony!" she said. "What's in the room upstairs at the end of the hall?"

He grinned his most mischievous grin, eyes sparkling. "I was wondering when you would ask me that. Follow me. Let me show you something."

Eileen followed him into the master bedroom. He crossed over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. From inside, he took out a small, intricate wooden box, long but very narrow, and handed it to her. "Here. Look inside."

She opened tiny latch and flipped back the lid. Inside, nestled in red satin, was an old-fashioned skeleton key made of silvery metal. She lifted it out of the box; it felt surprisingly heavy in her hand. Her name had been engraved in a flowing script along the barrel of the key.

"What is this?"

"It's a key, silly!" he answered. "For the door. See for yourself!"

She half-walked, half-ran up the stairs, suddenly overcome with curiosity. The key fit easily into the keyhole on that mysterious door, and it opened outward toward her.

She had expected to see a room on the other side, perhaps another bedroom, but the door opened into a tiny space that looked like it had once been a closet, with a narrow flight of stairs climbing steeply upward. They seemed to be an architectural afterthought, installed in the confined space long after the house had been built. She climbed the high wooden steps carefully, and found herself on a tiny landing barely large enough to stand on, facing another locked door.

This one, too, submitted to the ministrations of the key and opened silently. Eileen stepped through into the room beyond.

The space looked as though it had once been an attic that had been partly refinished but never quite completed. It was as wide as the bedrooms downstairs, but very long. The floor underfoot was made of narrow strips of wood, roughly finished and slightly uneven. Daylight flooded the place in a golden glow through three dormer-style windows extending outward through the wall, and hung like a living thing, brilliant shafts of light visible in the dust that danced in the air. The ceiling overhead slanted upward steeply along the length of the room, scarcely five feet tall where it met the outside wall, but more than twice that on the other wall.

The entire length of the room was filled with things.

Beneath the window nearest to her, Eileen saw a low, wide bed, made of black iron, with a mattress that seemed to be covered in leather. Four manacles on short chains welded to the bed frame rested on the corners of the mattress, open, waiting.

Farther down, in front of the center window, she saw an old-fashioned stock, a heavy plank of wood with holes for a person's head and arms resting on a wood pillar. It reminded her of the things she had seen in movies about colonial America, devices into which a person could be locked in the town square for some transgression, and ridiculed by the people passing by.

Farther down still was the thing that Anthony had strapped her to in London, the device he'd called a "Sybian," with its modifications—the dildo projecting through the upward arm, the cuffs into which he had placed her wrists.

At the end of the room were two cages in black iron, one very tall and narrow, barely large enough to stand in, the other wide but only a few feet high. The door to each cage stood open. Each had a large, black metal padlock hanging from the latch

The far wall, opposite the windows, was lined with pegboards. From metal pegs hung an array of objects—a wide variety of paddles, some narrow, some wide, some made of leather and lined with fur, others made of wood; blindfolds; gags in different sizes and colors; clamps of all descriptions, attached to chains; cuffs; coils of rope; and other things Eileen could not identify. Below the peg boards ran a long shelf with a row of dildos in an astonishing array of sizes, colors, and textures lined up neatly along it.

Large bins of some white plastic were stacked in one corner. Vague shapes, unrecognizable through the milky plastic, lurked inside.

From the ceiling overhead, heavy chains dangled. Large round metal loops were embedded in the floor at regular intervals.

Eileen took a trembling step backward. Strange, conflicted emotions battled in her. Her eyes moved wildly around the room, not quite able to take it all in. The arousal she had battled down earlier came roaring through her, causing sudden wetness to drip from between her legs. Her nipples hardened in response to the tension and longing that bubbled up from some deep wellspring inside her. She took another half-step back and ran into Anthony, who had climbed the stairs silently behind her.

His hands slid around her from behind. "What do you think, little whore? I made this room just for you. When you are disobedient, you must be punished." He kissed the back of her neck tenderly. "This is where your punishments will take place." He cupped her breasts. His fingers danced over her nipples, drawing a moan from her. "And if experience is any indication, this is where you will have many orgasms indeed."

She shrank away from the room and its contents, pressing herself against him. She felt his erection through his pants, pressing into the cleft of her ass, and shuddered. His hands on her breasts brought the roiling arousal almost painfully to the surface. She found herself grinding her hips back against him. The feel of his hands on her body, his warmth, and the firmness of the bulge between his legs pressing against her were suddenly overwhelming. In that moment, the thing she wanted most in the world was for him to strip her bare, chain her down to that bed, and force his cock roughly into her. She moaned over and over again, pussy clenching.

Then the moment was gone, and horror replaced the arousal. She squirmed away from him and fled for the stairs, nearly tripping in her haste to be away. The key dropped from her hands and bounced down the stairs after her. Anthony watched her go, smiling slightly. The door below slammed shut. He followed her at a leisurely pace. When he reached the key, he bent and picked up the key, rolling it thoughtfully between his fingers.

After he had locked the room back up and gone downstairs, he found Eileen sitting on a corner of the couch watching TV. He grinned and moved to kiss her, but she pulled from him and turned away.

He moved into the bedroom to return the key to its box in the nightstand. When it was safely tucked away, he thought for a moment before he opened the drawer again and withdrew a compact folding knife—the same one he had used in London.

When he came back out, Eileen was still sitting exactly where she had been, arms folded. Slowly, deliberately, Anthony stripped naked. A muscle in her neck twitched, but she gave no other indication that she was even aware of him.

He sat next to her on the couch and moved to kiss her. She drew away again. He grabbed her arm and pulled her body toward his. She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened. He turned her around and kissed her hard. She squirmed and twisted in his grasp. 

He unfolded the knife one-handed with a practiced motion. Her breath caught in her throat, and she froze. He slipped the blade sideways under her shirt sleeve, and with one sweep sliced it almost all the way across. A flap of fabric fell away from her breast. She shivered and gasped.

Anthony bent over to wrap his lips around her exposed nipple. She pressed into him, fingers curling through his hair. His tongue curled around her nipple, and she sighed softly.

With the sigh, her pretense faded. She could no longer push the arousal away; her façade crumbled into dust. He straightened. She looked up at him, chest heaving, and made no move to resist as his strong hands tore away what was left of her shirt. Cold bright metal caressed her breast. She looked up at him, naked longing in her eyes, and her nipple tightened against the edge of the blade. "Yes," she said softly.

He set the knife carefully down on the coffee table before he turned his attention to her pants. She neither helped nor hindered him when he unfastened them and pulled them from her. Wetness glistened between her folds. "From now on," he said, "I want you to wear only skirts or dresses. Something that gives me easier access to your sex. Now turn over."

He took her leg and turned her over easily. Once she was face-down on the sofa, he grabbed both of her ankles and turned her around so she was kneeling over the cushion. She trembled, aching with longing and need, and waited for what would happen next.

The wait didn't last long. He wrapped his hands around her waist and penetrated her deeply from behind. "Oooong, God!" She arched her back onto him and buried her face in the cushion. Tears of release flowed from her eyes. He took her slowly but firmly, driving into her throbbing pussy over and over until waves of pleasure washed over her. She came deeply, intensely, one orgasm rolling into the next until she could not tell where one ended and the other began.

She was only barely aware of his own orgasm, the warm wet splat deep inside her. He slid slowly out, but her own orgasm kept rolling over her, while she shuddered and moaned and wept into the couch.

Finally, slowly, the feelings ebbed. She sniffled and turned to face him. He started to speak, but she kissed him, urgently, deeply, cutting off his words. He blinked in surprise, then returned her kiss. His hands wrapped around her, stroking her skin tenderly. Her breasts pressed against his chest. She drew a long, shaky breath. "Thank you," she said, not quite sure why.

The doorbell rang.

The mood shattered. Eileen jumped and rushed into the bedroom. Anthony rose and gathered his clothing.

The doorbell rang again just as he finished dressing. He crossed calmly to the door and opened it. A man in a catering uniform stood on the other side. "You're the one having the party tonight?"

"Come in, come in!" Anthony smiled jovially. "You're right on time."

Eileen came out of the bedroom dressed in a blouse and a short patterned skirt. She gave Anthony a small, self-conscious smile. He put his arm around her and they watched the man carry several trays of small sandwiches and cheeses into the house. "You can set them up in the dining room if you would, please," Anthony said.

When the man had left, Anthony kissed Eileen deeply. "This will be a very nice evening, I think," he said. "The company of friends is always good, don't you think? And I've worked hard to put it all together." He kissed her cheek.

Eileen mostly stayed out of Anthony's way while he puttered around, arranging the trays, straightening the living room and dining room. Everything seemed perfect to her, but he still fussed. A little kernel of uncertainty gnawed at her; she still didn't really know many of Anthony's friends, and she hadn't even been aware that he was planning to host a party until they were on their way back from the honeymoon.

The sun had set when the doorbell rang again. Anthony answered the door; Eileen vaguely recognized the couple from the reception, but couldn't quite put names to the faces. The doorbell rang again, and again after that; soon, the house was filled with chatting people.

Anthony moved easily through the crowd, talking, making introductions. Eileen followed in his wake, nodding and smiling, taking it all in. As the evening went on, she relaxed fractionally, and after a time she found that she was actually enjoying herself. Anthony's friends, many of whom he'd known since college, seemed like interesting people, open and friendly, and filled with all sorts of fascinating stories about his past.

Hours passed. The food that had been set out disappeared. The crowd started, almost imperceptibly at first, to thin; people collected their things, hugs and handshakes were exchanged, and the guests departed. After a while, only a handful of people, all of them old friends of Anthony's, remained.

Anthony took Eileen's hand. "Will you excuse us for a moment?" he said to nobody in particular and drew her into the bedroom. The door closed behind them.




Training Ch. 04



"Are you having fun, little whore?"

Her cheeks colored. "I wish you wouldn't call me that. Yes, I'm having fun. Your friends are nice."

"Mmm, they are," he said. "I want you to get changed."

"What?"

"It's late. I want you to change into something more...suitable as evening wear. I have something special in mind for you." He unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it from her shoulders.

"Anthony! What are you doing?"

"Hush. Behave. You know what happens if you are disobedient." He bent and removed her shoes, then unzipped her skirt and slid it down, leaving her naked. When she was stripped bare, he went into the closet and returned with something silky in his hands. "Put these on."

Eileen's heart hammered. She accepted the things he handed her and looked at them uncomprehendingly. Sheer, fine silk, off-white, soft to the touch... She gulped nervously.

"Let me help you." He took the top part and slipped it over her head. It was loose-fitting and sleeveless, cut low in the front, with thin straps that went over her shoulders and translucent mesh side panels that revealed the curves of her breasts. The matching shorts, barely more than underwear, slipped on easily. 

He stepped back to look at her. "You are a very beautiful woman, Eileen. You look incredible." His lips touched hers, causing her to shrink away. She backed up away from him.

"Anthony! This is...obscene! I can't go out there dressed like this!"

He kissed her lower lip softly. "You don't have to go out there if you don't want to." His body pressed up tight against hers. "What's going to happen to you can happen right here."

She backed away again until she came up against the wall. "What—what do you mean?"

"Tonight, one of your most deeply-held fantasies is going to come true."

Her eyes widened. "Anthony! No! You can't!"

"Shh." His hands slid around her breasts; she could feel their heat through the silk. His fingers stroked her nipples. "There is nothing you can do to prevent what is going to happen. None of it will be your fault. Remember that." His fingers tightened on her nipples, coaxing them to stand at attention. One hand slid down between her legs, pressed against her clit through the cloth.

She trembled. A roiling mix of emotions washed over her—fear, desire, longing, shame, disgust. "What are you doing? Stop!"

"No." His fingers moved back and forth over her clit. "I want your need to be written all over you for everyone to see. I want your nipples to stand up. I want to see the wetness spreading between your legs." His fingers moved faster, causing her knees to buckle.

"Anthony! No!"

"Don't fight," he said. "It won't change anything. You can't stop this." He felt wetness seeping through the thin cloth. "That's what I thought. Your body speaks much louder than you do. You want this, too."

"No! Anthony! No!"

"Hush." He kissed her lips softly. "You can't stop it. Just let it happen. I'm going to open the door now."

"NO!!" Her heart thudded. "No! I...I can't! I can't face seeing other people when I'm like this!"

"Hmm. I might be able to help you with that." He crossed to the nightstand and took out a blindfold. Her heart skipped a beat, and she shook. He pulled it over her head and settled it over her eyes. As the world disappeared, her breathing came in short gasps. "There," he said. His lips touched hers. "Have fun, little whore." He stepped away from her. She tried not to think about his intentions; the thing that he was suggesting seemed too much to bear. "Anthony! Anthony, where are you? Anthony!"

The door to the bedroom opened. Eileen heard footsteps. "She's ready," Anthony's voice said. The door closed.

Eileen trembled. Footsteps came closer. A hand touched her arm. She jumped and skittered away from the touch. Her skin felt hot; her nipples strained against the smooth fabric, and she felt more wetness leak from between her legs.

A soft touch on her hair. She jumped again, startled. "Anthony?" Hands slid over her shoulders, began massaging. She tried to pull away, but they tightened on her shoulders. Another hand touched her arm again. She cried out. More hands slid over her breasts.

"No!" she said. She squirmed and pulled away. A hand grabbed her upper arm. Someone else seized her by the wrist and spun her partway around. Two more hands began massaging her shoulders again. She felt someone press against her from behind. Another person pressed into the front of her body, sandwiching her. She felt a touch on her lips. Her heart leaped into her throat, and a sharp stab of fear pierced her. She turned her head away.

Two hands grabbed her hair and forced her face back. Someone kissed her roughly; she felt a tongue invade her mouth. A strong hand gripped her other wrist. The hands on her shoulders continued their massage, strong fingers working into her muscles. She cried out, but the sound was muffled by the forceful kiss. She twisted and turned, but the hands held her firmly.

The lips left hers. Strong hands grabbed her breasts roughly. "Look how hard her nipples are," a voice said. "This really turns her on!"

She screamed and began struggling in earnest. "No! Let go of me!" She twisted one wrist free and shoved at the person in front of her. "Let go of me!"

The hands on her shoulders moved down to her elbows, pinned her arms behind her back. The hands on her breasts slid in circles, fondling and caressing.

She screamed again and fought with all her strength. The person behind her, caught off guard by her ferocity, lost his grip. Her arms flailed free and she shoved the person in front of her as hard as she could, sending him stumbling backward. Someone grabbed at her left arm. She moved sideways away from the snatch. "Leave me alone! Don't touch me!"

Eileen turned blindly, trying to figure out where her assailants were. She could sense them closing around her. Someone made another grab at her. She dodged backward, and came up against another person who had moved in behind her. His arms closed around her body. Instantly, more people moved in; hands caught her wrists and elbows and pulled her arms out to her sides. The person behind her slid his hands up over her breasts. She gasped at the sensation. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Wetness leaked down her thigh.

Someone else grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. Before she could scream, lips pressed against hers and a tongue was forced into her mouth. Blunt fingers forced themselves between her legs and worked against her clit through the silky fabric. She shuddered and moaned. The tongue pressed further into her mouth. Her hips ground against the fingers between her legs. "Look at her!" came a voice from somewhere beside her. "She wants it!"

"Nnngh! Nnngh!" Eileen squirmed and thrashed until he broke the kiss. "No!"

The hands slid down her body and up under her shirt. The person behind her cupped her breasts, smooth palms on bare skin. Eileen screamed and battled fiercely. The hands tightened on her arms, her wrists, her breasts. Bodies pressed all around her, sandwiching her and pinning her in place.

"Get her clothes off!"

Eileen felt her arms lifted up over her head. Several pairs of hands slid up her body, taking the sheer top with them. She felt her face flush red and was suddenly glad of the blindfold, which prevented her from seeing all these people staring at her nakedness. "No!" she said weakly, unable to believe what was happening to her. She tried to cover her breasts with her hands. The people gathered around her pulled her arms away from her body and pinned them to her sides. Another pair of hands ran up her body and over her breasts. She cried out and bucked sharply. "No! No, stop!" A powerful wave of pleasure washed through her, so strong she almost came right there on the spot.

Hands slid down her sides, pushed the flimsy shorts down her legs. She thrashed and struggled in sudden panic, face red with shame, but the group gathered around her held her pinned too tightly to move. "No! No!" she cried, twisting and turning. "No! Stop!"

A different voice came from somewhere beside her. "Get her down. Hold her!" Hands pushed her to her knees. More hands gripped her shoulders and thrust her down onto all fours.

Her wrists and ankles were held tightly, preventing her from rising. Fear, shame, and burning heat all roiled like a storm within her. She felt her pussy twitching and blushed. Someone grabbed her hair again and pulled her head up. The head of a cock, warm and dripping, pushed against her lips.

"Nnnnnngh!" She clamped her jaw shut to prevent the intrusion. The unseen man in front of her pulled her hair sharply, painfully, but she stubbornly refused to open her mouth. "Nnnngh!"

"Here, maybe this will get her to open up." Someone seized her hips from behind. She barely had time to realize what was happening before he pulled her back powerfully, impaling her dripping pussy deeply with his cock. She screamed in shock, and instantly the cock in front of her slid into her mouth and down her throat.

Her body responded exactly as it had been trained to do. She came, powerfully, overwhelmingly, the ecstasy so intense that she felt she would pass out.

"Oh! God, she's strong!" the man behind her said. "She's squeezing on my cock....ooooh!" He shook and thrust deeper. Eileen registered the hard wet slap of his orgasm inside her. A split second later, the cock in her mouth twitched and spurted, flooding her mouth with wet salty goo. She coughed and gagged, ripples of pleasure still flowing through her.

The hands released her hips. Whoever was behind her moved away, and another person knelt to take his place. The cock slipped out of her mouth. She took a long, deep, shuddering gasp, and another rigid cock, this one much thicker than the last had been, shoved roughly into her. "Nnnngh!" she cried. Come spilled out of her mouth and splattered on her hand.

"Oh, that's hot!" another voice said. "I want to try her mouth next." The man behind her took her hair in his hand and pulled, and another erect penis pressed against her lips and forced its way into her mouth.

The two of them began rocking her back and forth, sliding smoothly in and out of her. She felt overwhelmed and helpless, unable even to struggle. Her own body felt like it had become a traitor. The knowledge that another man was going to come in her mouth disgusted her, yet that did not change the fact that each time he slid against the back of her throat, a white-hot jolt of pleasure shot all the way down her body, making her tighten and moan. She felt the tension inside herself growing inexorably toward another unwanted orgasm. Her body trembled and tears leaked from under the blindfold.

Eileen couldn't help what happened next. Her body reacted on its own, outside of her volition, and convulsed into another orgasm. A part of her recoiled, horrified at her own response. The pleasure built higher and higher, too powerful to contain, until it peaked in an explosion of wrenching intensity. When it passed, she sagged backward against the man behind her, trembling, too weak to resist.

At that point, the men began taking her in earnest. She knelt passively, yielding to them, as they drove hard into mouth and pussy. With each thrust, the man behind her shoved her head down, making her take the cock deeper in her mouth. She surrendered, helpless, unable to respond. He moved faster, his own shaft thrusting hard and deep into her. "Take it, slut!" he growled. "Take it!"

The cock in her mouth swelled. The hands pushed her head forward until it slid completely down her throat and her nose touched pubic hair. She felt a hot slick torrent of wetness gush down her throat, and then she was lost, carried away by another orgasm that wracked her body and overwhelmed her mind. She was barely even aware of the cock jerking and spewing inside her grasping pussy.

The hands released her, and she slumped to the floor, still twitching from aftershocks. The world was reduced to nothing but touch; she was vividly aware of every fiber of carpet against her skin, the wetness that oozed down along her thigh, the fall of her hair on the nape of her neck. Even the slightest caress of air moving across her skin was the most exquisite rapture.

"Bring her over here," a voice called.

Hands took her wrists and ankles and lifted her from the floor. She hung between them, moaning softly. The hands carried her to the bed, sat her down straddling someone. She felt warm skin under her body.

More hands held her in place. She felt soft lips wrap around both her nipples and shivered in pleasure. Warm wet tongues curled around her nipples, caressing, coaxing them into hardening once more. Hands lifted her hips and then settled her on a hard cock that slid deeply into her.

She sighed and began moving her hips. The intensity of her orgasms had swept away the last vestiges of resistance; now she was a willing participant, actively involved in her own rape. She rolled her hips back and forth as she rode him, taking herself on him.

Someone behind her took her by the wrists, pinned her hands behind her back. The restraint excited her more, prompted her to ride him faster. A craving grew in her; she wanted to feel his pleasure, and savor the warm liquid surge of his orgasm.

Fingers dug into her shoulders. With each motion of her hips, they pressed her down, making her take him deeper. She moaned with pleasure and bucked harder against him, squeezing around his shaft at every stroke, pleading with her body for him to come. She felt a shudder pass through him, herd him gasp, felt him arch his hips up to meet her.

He came with a roar. She drove herself down on him to take it deeply. His shaft throbbed inside her as it pumped its load of thick hot come into her. The feel of hungry mouths licking and sucking her nipples, strong hands holding her wrists behind her back, and warm wetness jetting up into her all combined into a torrent of carnal sensation that sent another orgasm slamming through her. She threw back her head and screamed in ecstasy. Someone next to her cried out in an echo of her pleasure, and thick ribbons of slippery goo splattered across her cheek and neck.

She felt herself lifted off of her mystery lover before her orgasm had even subsided. The mattress shifted as people moved around, and then she was placed on top of someone else. Hands slid up her body to her breasts.

She didn't wait for him to enter her; instead, she impaled herself eagerly on him as she straddled him. The sensation very nearly triggered another orgasm.

"Bend her over!" came a voice hoarse with lust. She complied willingly with the hands that pushed her down on top of the man underneath her. More hands spread her ass cheeks apart, and something cold drizzled down the cleft of her ass. "There, right there," said the voice. The hands on her breasts squeezed more tightly. She felt a sense of pressure on the entrance to her ass, a sudden stretching, and then an incredible feeling of fullness as another hard penis pushed into her depths.

She screamed and drove herself back onto the twin shafts inside her. Nothing she had ever felt before—not the probes Anthony had used on her, not the dildos, not the plugs he had stuffed into her—had prepared her for what it felt like to be penetrated in this way by two warm, stiff cocks. With each thrust, they stretched her and pressed on places inside her that caused small explosions to ripple through her. Every motion made her shake and squirm. She was so lost in the sensation, she barely realized that she was moaning over and over again.

Something warm touched her lips. Instantly, without hesitation, she tilted her head back and opened her mouth to welcome the erection that was presented to her. It slid deep, and she sealed her lips tightly around it and slurped noisily.

All the ways Anthony had used her, all of her fantasies of gang rape at the hands of pirates, all her secret erotic dreams...not in all her experiences or her imagination had she dreamed it would feel like this. The three unseen men moved in a rhythm that touched every trigger, every little place inside her, overwhelming her and filling her sexually beyond anything she had known was possible. Every stroke in her mouth sent a jolt running down to her pussy; every plunge into her ass made her contract tightly. She urged them on, faster and faster, moving her hips to meet their thrusts, head bobbing up and down to take the rod as far as her throat will allow.

"Slow down! You're going to make me come!" The hands tightened desperately on her breasts as if that could hold off the inevitable. Eileen was beyond hearing, beyond rational thought. Everything seemed intensely arousing to her in her altered state; even the idea of the man in front of her ejaculating in her mouth, which would normally fill her with disgust, turned her on. She slammed back hard against the man beneath her and was rewarded with a geyser of wetness erupting into her.

The world spun. The cock in her mouth spurted its load of wet sticky goo at the exact instant Eileen's own orgasm hit her, making her gurgle as she came. Hands grabbed her waist tightly, holding her still for a sudden series of hard, powerful thrusts in her ass. She swallowed deeply just as she felt the warm cascade of semen jet into her ass.

After that, she lost track of how many times she came, or what was done to her. It seemed that hardly had one cock stopped spurting in her when it was withdrawn and replaced with another. She didn't know how many men there were—six, perhaps, or maybe eight—nor how many times they each took her. She tasted her own juices on some of the cocks that were shoved in her mouth, and knew that they had used her before; and once, when she was sitting astride someone, grinding down onto him with her back arched and her own hands fondling her breasts, she felt a gush of wetness spray across her neck and flow down her body. She slid her hands up and down her chest, spreading it around, delighting in the warm slipperiness, and came that way, caressing herself while covered in an unseen man's come.

Eventually, the men were all spent and could not be coaxed back into arousal with hands or lips or tongue. She lay curled in the middle of the bed, aware of little beyond her own physical bliss. The men shifted around her, moved to gather clothes and belongings. She heard, dimly, the door open and then close again. Her heart slowed, and her arousal, that frenzy of lust that had felt so insatiable, slowly ebbed.

As it did, the rational parts of her mind returned. She shivered as the things she had just experienced replayed like a set of snapshots in her head. She still felt the sticky residue on her face and body, still felt the goo dribbling out from between her legs, still tasted the salty tang of sex on her tongue. With the arousal gone, she felt disconnected with the frantic desire she had felt, and in its place horror and disgust crept in. She felt defiled, not just by the sex, but by the knowledge that other men—men who were not her husband!—had known her in a carnal way. She had been celibate for years before meeting Anthony, and had protected her virtue during the entire time they'd been dating, only to give herself sexually to strangers the day after coming back from her honeymoon.

The bed shifted. The blindfold lifted from her eyes. Eileen blinked in the light and looked up at Anthony, smiling down at her. "Did you have fun?"

A wave of shame washed over her. She felt so filthy, so disgusting, she was sure he must loathe the sight of her. He caressed her side gently, and she curled away from him. "How can you even stand to touch me?" she said. Tears filled her eyes. "Look how dirty I am!"

He looked thoughtfully at her. His hand rested lightly on her hip. Presently he stood and walked into the bathroom. She heard water running, befores he returned and lifted her in his arms. She sobbed quietly as he carried her into the bathroom and laid her down in the bath he had drawn for her.




Training Ch. 05



Eileen showered and dressed automatically: short checkered skirt, button-up blouse, no underwear at Anthony's insistence. Her mind was in a turmoil. She still had not finished processing the events of last night, and Anthony's words churned up a mix of conflicting emotions inside her. The part of her mind that wanted a normal, decent life still couldn't understand why she was still here, why she hadn't left immediately when they returned from their honeymoon. 

And yet...the vile, indecent things he did to her stirred something up, something she didn't seem to be able to let go of. Even the way he made her dress sparked something inside her; a few weeks ago she would never have ventured in public so indecently, but the fact that Anthony wanted her to made part of her want it as well.

Something else tickled at the back of her mind, too. Something about the doctor's appointment. She had a vague memory of going in for some kind of checkup before the wedding, but it seemed lost in the whirlwind of the wedding. She felt a mental itch, like there was something important she needed to remember, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

The feeling got stronger in the car. Anthony drove while Eileen looked out the window and pushed at the fog in her head. There was something she was forgetting, she was sure of it... Finally she said, "What is this appointment for?"

"You'll see." He flashed her a grin. "You'll like it." He put a hand on her thigh and squeezed reassuringly. The rest of the trip passed in silence.

Anthony pulled the car into a vaguely familiar medical park. A sudden, irrational panic set upon Eileen. A powerful sense of dread rose out of nowhere. She turned clutched at his hand. "Anthony, I don't want to go!"

"Nonsense. This exam is crucial to the next part of your training." He turned off the car. "Now listen to me. This is important." His tone demanded attention. "I want you to go in there and do exactly as you are told. Anything you are instructed to do, you must do. Do you understand?" His hand slid up her leg to her thigh. 

A churning sea of emotions, vague and undefined, roiled just beneath the surface of her thoughts. The panic grew worse, and along with it came something else...something that reminded her of last night. Her breathing quickened. What did Anthony mean when he talked about it being the doctor's job to make sure she wanted sex all the time?

And why was she accepting this all so passively? She felt that she should be putting her foot down and demanding to be treated like a decent lady. What had he done to her?

"If you do not do as you're told," Anthony continued, "I will hear about it. And that means I will punish you. You've seen your special room." His hand moved under her skirt. Gently, feather-light, his fingers brushed her clit. She gasped from the sensation. "Go."

The panic faded as quickly as it had come. Meekly, she climbed from the car. He watched her walk through the office doors and smiled to himself. When the doors had closed behind her, he pulled smoothly out of the parking lot and drove away.

A half-familiar man with an open smile was waiting for Eileen. She didn't even have time to sit down before he approached her, hand outstretched. "Ah, Miss Miller...or rather, Mrs. Porto. Forgive me, please. You're right on time."

She took his hand with a puzzled frown.

"Of course, of course," he said. "Where are my manners? I'm Dr. Moreland. You can call me Aaron. You were so busy with the wedding, you probably don't remember me. It's okay, you were focusing on more important things, I'm sure." He gestured. "This way, please."

They walked down a short hallway. The doctor grinned genially at her. "How was your honeymoon?"

Eileen blushed and stammered. She had no idea how to answer the question. It was great, except that my husband decided to turn me into a slave and rape me several times a day? He forced me to masturbate in front of the bellhop? she thought. What would he think of me then? He watched her from beneath an arched eyebrow until she finally said "It was okay, I guess," and looked away.

He led her into a simple exam room with a large, heavy door. A strong sense of déjà vu came over Eileen. A tall woman with long sandy hair waited in the room, holding a clipboard; Eileen felt as if she should know her, but couldn't quite remember how or why. The woman was dressed in simple scrubs decorated with a pattern of tiny teddy bears chasing one another around rainbows, printed in bright colors on sky-blue cotton.

The doctor nodded to the woman. "This is my nurse Samantha, who you met last time you were here. She will be assisting me in today's examination. Now, if you could remove your clothes, please?"

Eileen blushed. "I'm not even sure why I'm here. I don't really remember making another appointment."

The doctor nodded. "We will discuss the purpose of this appointment in a moment. If you will kindly get undressed, we can get started."

"Aren't you going to give me a gown or something?"

"That won't be necessary. Disrobe and have a seat on the table, please."

Still blushing, Eileen fumbled at her clothes. When she had finished stripping, she sat gingerly on the edge of the exam table. Paper crinkled under her.

The doctor looked at her with an appraising eye. "The subject's demeanor has changed significantly since her first examination. The subject presents in a hypersexualized way, both in her manner of walking and in her manner of sitting. The subject now habitually sits with her legs spread even when disrobed."

Eileen flushed red and tried to cover herself with her hands. The nurse wrote on the clipboard while he continued, "The subject still shows a powerful shame response to her own sexuality. Consultation with her husband indicates that he wishes to preserve this aspect of the subject's behavior." 

Eileen shrunk into herself. The casual, offhand way he referred to her, as if she were an inanimate object, made her feel very small in his presence. Anthony's firm instruction to do as he told her to do made her feel helpless. The fact that he wasn't here didn't seem to matter; she could still feel him, almost tangibly, as though he were watching over her shoulder. The threat of punishment loomed.

His hands touched her knees, surprisingly gently. He opened her legs again, spreading them wide. Eileen felt Anthony's presence as an almost physical weight, preventing her from resisting or closing her legs. The doctor took her wrists and slowly drew her hands away from her breasts.

"Lie on your back, please," he said. She shivered slightly, but could not make herself comply. She felt strangely vulnerable, and something she couldn't quite identify tugged at her memory.

Gently, softly, the doctor placed his hands on Eileen's shoulders. "Lie down, please." He pressed her back, lightly but firmly, until she was lying flat on the table. "The nurse is going to strap you down now. Are you ready for that?"

The sense of déjà vu came back, even stronger than before. She said nothing. The doctor's hands remained on her shoulders, holding her down. He smiled reassuringly.

She nodded uncertainly. "Okay, I guess."

The nurse took a pair of wide canvas straps from under the table and used them to strap her arms at her sides. Eileen shuddered and tried to rise, but the doctor's hands remained on her shoulders, holding her in place. The nurse pulled more straps tightly around her hips, and another set across her shoulders.

"I am going to place your feet in the stirrups now. Is that okay?"

Eileen gulped and nodded hesitantly. Her heart pounded furiously. The doctor's hands slid down her body, over her breasts, along her sides, and down her thigh. He gently lifted her ankle into the hard metal stirrup. The top swung down and latched. She let out a small squeak.

He crossed over to the other side of the table. His fingers stroked her inner thigh. His hands glided down her leg, sensuously, stirring up a strange mixture of feelings deep in her belly. He lifted her other ankle into the metal bracket. The latch clicked.

Dr. Moreland pulled on a pair of latex gloves. "According to the report provided by her husband, the subject received very heavy unwanted sexual use by a group of men last night. I will now begin a detailed physical examination of the subject." He donned a pair of magnifying eyeglasses. From a large round bin on the counter, he took a tongue depressor. "Open your mouth, please."

Eileen obeyed him reluctantly, heart pounding furiously. Anthony told him about what happened? she thought. Why? Why would he do that? He pressed her tongue down and peered inside.

"The back of the subject's throat appears mildly raw. There is some evidence of friction." He withdrew the depressor. "While you were engaged in unwanted forcible sexual intercourse last night, did any of the men thrust their penises down your throat?"

Her heart beat faster. She looked away, unable to answer.

"I am your doctor. It is important that you answer all of my questions truthfully and completely." He took her chin in his hands and turned her to meet his gaze. "Did the men who used you last night force their penises down your throat?"

Anthony's voice echoed in her mind, instructing her to do as she was told. In the jumble of thoughts and emotions within her mind, his words made her feel even more helpless than the straps holding her to the table. Her face colored. "Yes."

"Did these men also ejaculate in your mouth?"

She hesitated. The doctor looked down at her calmly. "Yes."

"Did you swallow any of the ejaculate?"

She shuddered. "Yes."

"At any point while these men were ejaculating in your mouth, did you experience sexual gratification?"

Intense shame crawled through her body like a living thing. She could not hold his gaze when she answered. "Yes." Her voice sounded small and far away.

"I see." He turned her head sideways. His fingers combed through her hair. He bent over to inspect her, his face so close she could feel the warmth of his breath. "There appear to be tiny traces of dried semen in the subject's hair. Did these men also ejaculate on your face or body?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"And did you experience sexual gratification at any point during the time when you had their semen on your face or body?"

Hot tears of shame leaked silently from her eyes. "Yes."

His hands moved down the sides of her neck and over her collarbone. He peered closely at her as though searching for something. His fingers moved over her breasts, probing, fondling. Her nipples hardened. The involuntary response horrified and embarrassed her.

"There are small bruises on the subject's breasts, consistent with the marks made by fingers. Did the men squeeze or fondle your breasts forcefully?"

Eileen opened her mouth, but no words would come. She nodded.

"And were you sexually aroused at any point during which your breasts were being forcibly fondled?"

"I—" Eileen whimpered in humiliation. "I was."

The doctor examined each of her arms closely, from her shoulders all the way down to her hands. Eileen felt dehumanized under his gaze, like an object being poked and prodded to reveal its secrets. The inspection felt clinical, detached, objectifying; but at the same time, being looked at this closely, this meticulously, also seemed very intimate. She struggled to move away from his gaze, but the straps held her immobile.

"I am seeing minor abrasion on the subject's wrists, together with a tiny bruise on the inside of the subject's right wrist that is consistent with what might be left by a thumb. While the men were using you sexually last night, did they hold you down?"

The shame coiled up in Eileen's stomach where the butterflies lived. "Yes."

"Were you held down throughout the entire time you were being used?"

She turned her face away again. "No," she said hoarsely. His questions brought back memories of the evening so vividly that she felt she was reliving the entire experience again. Tightness spread through her chest. Her nipples hardened again. The butterflies fluttered.

"I see." He continued his slow, methodical examination, moving across her belly and carefully down each leg. "Both of the subject's knees are showing redness and slight abrasion. Did the men hold you on your hands and knees as they used you?"

Eileen's body trembled. "Yes."

"Did you find this to be a sexually satisfying position in which to be used?"

"Yes."

"Were you penetrated vaginally while you were being used?"

"Yes."

"Were you penetrated anally?"

"Y-- Yes."

"Did the men who used you ejaculate in your vagina or anus?"

She gulped. "Yes. They...they did. Both."

"Did you experience sexual gratification at any point when you were penetrated vaginally or anally?"

"Yes." Her voice was hoarse.

"At which point did you experience sexual gratification, during vaginal penetration or anal penetration?"

A tiny sob escaped her. "Both."

"I see." He sat down on a small, wheeled chair. "I am now ready to begin the subject's internal examination. Nurse, the examination kit, please?"

Samantha offered him a tray. He accepted it and turned his attention back to Eileen. His fingers spread her open. "The subject is now lubricating very heavily and appears to be in a heightened state of sexual arousal."

Eileen felt the cold touch of metal penetrating her. She closed her eyes and whimpered softly as it opened her wide.

"The subject shows signs of significant recent sexual activity." His fingers probed her, found a tender spot. She gasped. "There is very minor vaginal bruising consistent with rough sexual intercourse." His fingers stroked the tender place inside her. Shockwaves of pleasure rippled out from that spot. Unconsciously, she tried to tilt her hips against his fingers, her body seeking more, but the straps held her firmly in place.

"Were you penetrated both vaginally and anally at the same time during this unwanted forcible sexual encounter?"

"Yes."

"Were you penetrated orally, vaginally, and anally at the same time?"

"Yes." A quick hot flash of desire flared inside her at the memory.

"During these instances of multiple penetration, did you experience sexual gratification?"

"Yes." The word came out as a sob.

"At any point during the time you were being used for sex, did you participate willingly in the things that were being done to you?"

"I—" Fresh tears flowed. She felt herself pulse against his finger. "Yes, I did."

"Did you at any point position your body in order to make it more convenient for the men to use you?"

"Oh, God. Yes. Yes. I did."

"How many times would you say you experienced sexual gratification during the time the men were using you?"

"I...I don't know."

"More than once?"

"Yes."

"More than five times?"

"I...yes."

"More than ten times?"

"I don't know. Maybe. I think-- Yes."

"More than fifteen times?"

"I...I don't..." Eileen sobbed quietly. She felt dirty, defiled beyond redemption. The matter-of-fact way that Dr. Moreland asked her about the number of times she had come from being gang-raped seemed to reinforce the things Anthony said about her. What had he called her? A filthy, cock-hungry tramp, that's what he said. If she could come so many times from being forced into such depraved acts, didn't that mean he was right?

"On a scale from one to ten, with one meaning not very satisfying and ten meaning extremely satisfying, how intense was the sexual gratification you experienced from this unwanted forcible sexual activity?"

Her face distorted with shame and disgust. "Ten," she sobbed. "Oh, God."

"I see." Dr. Moreland withdrew the speculum and rose.

"This subject's progress has exceeded the most optimistic of expectations. This subject appears to be taking significant pleasure from her training, and enjoys sexual slavery to a remarkable degree. The subject presents herself sexually, is compliant, and shows significant, strong arousal from forcible sex acts. I anticipate ready acceptance of the physical and psychological conditioning program."

Eileen looked up at him, tears still leaking from the corners of her eyes. She wanted to protest, explain to him how being forced to perform these disgusting sex acts sickened her, but she could not turn away from the knowledge of how good it had felt. The memory of her own eagerness, even when they had spewed their come directly into her mouth, made her cringe. 

Anthony told her that she was fit for sexual slavery, and now the doctor agreed! More tears flowed down her cheeks. Maybe it was true! Maybe that is what she wanted, to be used in perverse ways for the sexual pleasure of other men, with or without her consent!

She felt herself tighten between her legs. The butterflies fluttered. 

"The subject has reportedly been conditioned to respond sexually to deep oral penetration. I will now evaluate that conditioning. Nurse, if you please?"

Samantha pulled on a pair of gloves. Once gloved, she opened a drawer and took out a very long, narrow dildo with a flared head on each end. Eileen's eyes widened and she watched in horror while the nurse stroked it obscenely in her hand.

"No!" Eileen said. "No, you can't! No!" She struggled against the straps. Panic grew as the nurse came closer. "No! No!"

"I would save my strength if I were you," Samantha said. She pinched Eileen's cheeks to pry her mouth open. "You'll need it." While Eileen thrashed helplessly, she pushed the dildo into her mouth. Eileen had a brief sensation of something slick against her tongue, a sense of pressure at the back of her throat, and then the dildo slid easily down.

Her scream was cut off by the intrusion. "No! Nnnnnnnghk!!" 

Eileen's body remembered its training. Without wanting to, she responded to the taste and feel of the dildo in her mouth, to the sensation of being penetrated. Her skin felt hot and vibrant. A white-hot flash of arousal, combined with anger and humiliation, blazed through her like a lightning bolt. 

Her body also remembered the sessions on the Sybian, the strong pairing between the fullness in her throat and the powerful ecstasy the machine gave her. The conditioning was too thorough to will away; she felt herself respond exactly as she had been trained. Butterflies fluttered. Wetness flowed.

She closed around the doctor's fingers. He thrust them deeper and wriggled his fingertips against the inside wall of her pussy. "The subject does exhibit an exceptionally powerful sexual response to forcible oral penetration, in marked contrast to her behavior on her last visit. Additionally, the subject shows considerable improvement in her overall vaginal muscle tone."

Eileen looked desperately up at the nurse, who returned the look with sympathy. "You poor thing!" she said. "This must be very humiliating for you." She pushed, and Eileen felt the dildo slide farther down her throat.

She felt herself clench tighter. The prospect of having an orgasm in front of these people while they abused her this way was absolutely unbearable. She struggled with all her will against the rising pleasure. Please, she thought, please, no, don't let me come! Every thrust of the dildo, every slight little movement of the fingers inside her, threatened to overwhelm her resistance. She felt her will crumbling in front of the relentless tide of her own growing ecstasy.

At the exact moment she thought that she could no longer hold it back, the doctor slipped his fingers out. She shuddered with relief, and gave silent thanks for the reprive.

The relief was short-lived. A moment later, she felt the cold wet slick of lubricant, then a sudden violation in her ass. "Nnnnnnngh!" she cried.

"The subject shows virtually no resistance to anal penetration even with three fingers," the doctor said. "This is a tremendous improvement in so short a time and shows remarkable progress on the subject's part."




Training Ch. 05



After Bobby took Bonnie from behind, which was his first 'doggie' fucking ever, they didn't realize it but both of them fell asleep. They had rolled over and as she lay spooning him they held each other. His hand cupping her large firm breast and she had her hand over her hip holding his soft and cum covered cock. The sex had been wild, hard and long and both were completely exhausted. 

They stayed asleep until the phone rang. When Bonnie finally answered it, Jane, Bobby's mom, was on the line. She was wondering when Bobby would be home and if she should fix dinner. 

Bonnie asked her: "Would you mind very much if I feed Bobby tonight Jane? We were just finishing up and seemed to have fallen behind. I'll make sure we both get a good protein meal."

They both seem too giggled a little and finally Jane said: "Sure, finish up; I'd hate to think you didn't finish your work Bonnie. Take your time; I'll be waiting for him later on. I'll just turn on the TV and watch whatever is on."

Jane hung up and walked into the master bedroom. She turned on the TV and sat on the edge of the bed. When the pictured came on, Jane could see Bonnie and Bobby in the big master bed. She had watched her son and her best friend over the days that had passed fucking and sucking and enjoy each other's bodies.

Jane watched and listened as Bonnie make a phone call for a pizza to be delivered and then slip on her robe. She told Bobby: "Stay in the bedroom and please sweetie, stay nude for me."

She moved to him and began to play with his soft deflated cock. Bobby lay back and watched as Bonnie jerked him off a little and then moved over her mouth over his cock head. She sucked it for a few minutes and then told him: "I better stop and shower before the pizza man gets here. When I'm done you can do the same. I want you clean and fresh for me when I finish sucking you dry after dinner baby."

She jumped up and went into the shower. Bobby watched her walk swaying her hips as she entered the bathroom. He took his cock in his hand. Jane watched the TV and she watched Bobby slowly stroke his dick as it started to get harder. Jane loved how his recovery powers helped him become hard again so fast. Then she heard Bonnie say: "Oh no Bobby, none of that young man! You wait until we are both clean then I'll do that for you!"

Bobby started to get up and go to the shower with her but stopped when Bonnie told him: "No Bobby, you stay right on that bed. If you come in here you'll just cum on me or in me again. Listen for the pizza guy."

Bobby stopped playing with his cock and lay back closing his eyes while he waited for his sexy lover to finish showering. His mother watched the TV as the camera showed Bobby's cock growing hard without him even touching it. She wondered what he was thinking! She knew it was most likely of Bonnie but what were they doing? Was she sucking Bobby's cock, or was he fucking her and in what position Jane wondered?

Before she realized what she was doing her fingers were working on her pussy making it wet and even in more need than usual. She moved the pillows back against the bed and sat against them as she zoomed in and watched her son's cock sticking up in the air, jumping from time to time. 

Jane masturbated to the picture of her son and his magnificent cock as she watched it on the TV and she came very hard in a matter if minutes. She watched and saw that Bobby wasn't even touching his cock and it looked so hard and thick as it stood straight up in the air. His balls were so tight and so big! She wanted to hold them, and suck on them and make her son cum in her mouth so she could taste him. 

She fantasized about riding her son's cock up and down as she sat on him. She wanted to fuck him anywhere, even in Bonnie's bed. Jane didn't care now if that cock belonged to her boy, she really needed to be fucked. She reached for her dido in the night stand and fucked her pussy wildly with it as she climaxed hard again just as Bonnie came back into the room after finishing her shower. She had a bath towel wrapped around her body and one around her hair. 

Bonnie made Bobby get up and she went into the bathroom with him. Jane heard her say: "I'm going to make sure you don't jerk off and cum in here Bobby. I want that big hard cock to stay hard for me later on."

When they walked out of the bathroom a little while later Jane saw her son's cock at half mast. Bonnie dropped the towel showing off her very attractive body and Jane watched as Bobby put on his boxer shorts and Bonnie used the robe again but left it opened like she did when no one else but Bobby was around. She turned towards him and Jane watched the TV as Bobby grope Bonnie's tits and nipples. Then they walked past the camera and as they passed Bonnie winked at it when she knew Bobby wouldn't notice. 

By then Jane had cum three times thinking of her son's big cock and what it could do inside her pussy. She laid back and closed her eyes. In seconds she fell asleep with the TV on. Her son would get home later and completely fucked out again. She knew how lucky Bonnie was and she knew soon she too may have his big young cock if the plan worked the two women had developed for her son.

It seemed that each day would start with Bobby and Bonnie painting a room. Then they went to Bonnie's bedroom, showered and then Bonnie would have him practicing his sexual technique on her body. They especially worked on her pussy practicing his oral skills and making sure he could find that 'G' spot and her clit. Jane watched each session and saw how well her son had learned the tricks to being a good lover.

Jane watched Bonnie having more orgasms from Bobby's mouth and his cock than she ever had even with her dead beat husband. Jane watched them on TV and she too was enjoying the best orgasms of her life.

Each day the two of them would work for a few hours and then Bonnie would turn on the shower and that would be the start of their sexual play by cleaning each other. While Jane couldn't see that part, both of them would come out of the bathroom nude. Bobby's cock was always so hard and sticking out in front of him. Sometimes Bonnie would be holding it and pulling her young lover towards the bed. It was like she could hardly wait to begin his training.

They would jump in the bed and there was always a lot of licking and sucking until Bonnie couldn't stand it any longer and had to have Bobby's cock in her cunt. He was always ready and they fucked in different positions each day. 

Bobby was getting much better at all of it. He especially loved the cowboy and doggie positions. Jane loved that position too. She would see her son's young hard cock going in and out of Bonnie's pussy hole as the camera captured everything. 

Jane would masturbate slowly as she watched her son practicing his skills as Bonnie direct and trained him. Now Bobby always made Bonnie cum not only with his mouth but with his cock too. He always made his mother Jane cum too but he didn't know it. They all had many orgasms as hours passed each day. 

Jane felt her son was almost ready for the next step. How she had wanted this next step for so long. Almost since the day her husband had died and she walked into the bathroom and caught Bobby masturbating she had been lusting for Bobby. She loved that imagine of him thrusting his cock in his hand, cum flying out the head and Bobby moaning and cumming so hard with he orgasm. Jane had just stood there and watched until he saw her. Embarrassed, he quickly covered up. But, Jane couldn't get the image of his hard thick cock and all that cum out of her brain.

The plan Bonnie and Jane had developed was working great. Bobby was becoming a very good lover and soon he would experience a number of different women one of which would be his mother. Jane rubbed her cunt again and came so hard it took her breath away.

It had been a month of training for Bobby now and it was almost the end of July and summer was in full swing. Each week, Monday thru Friday Bobby would work in her home for a few house and then the fucking would begin. Each Saturday Bobby would cut the grass and keep the lawn up for both his mother and Bonnie. Sunday would be a day off unless he wanted to come over and see Bonnie which usually happened. She had created a fucking monster.

As he mowed the grass Bonnie would lay out in the sun wearing her smallest bikini and teasing him terribly. After he was finished he would shower in her bathroom and then he would fuck her like a mad man. She would make him undress her and learn how to remove different woman's clothing. She loved it when he took her and dominated her like he did on most Saturdays. 

Also on Saturday they would both spend some time at his house with his mother. The subject would somehow always turn towards sex and the girls he was dating or wanted to date. The women would make his cock as hard as they chatted and teased him. Lots of wine would flow and Bobby would see these two ladies relaxing more and more and not caring about much of anything. They became much freer with their clothes showing Bobby a great deal of their thighs, panties or breasts, especially Bonnie. Sometimes Bonnie would whisper to Bobby telling him: "I'm not wearing panties tonight Bobby, want to see?" When they were alone she would lift her skirt and show him her pussy. Many times Bobby would get Bonnie alone and play with her pussy finger fucking her. Or, he would rub her ass or reach for her breasts. Bonnie would grab his cock on the outside of his slacks and ask if his hard cock was for her? He was always in a state of high arousal

Sometimes his mother would 'almost' catch them in the kitchen or in another room. She would actually watch her son feeling up her best friend for a few minutes and then cough or say something before entering the room fully. Bobby would jump and straighten up and try to act like nothing happened. Bonnie would smile at Jane as she straightens her blouse or shirt. They would both see the big budge in Bob's jeans or shorts 

Jane would tease him and shake her finger and tell him he had better be good or Bonnie might take him seriously and rape him! They played this game each time the three were together. Bobby would be embarrassed and Bonnie and Jane would laugh it off. But both women would be wet before the end of the night and Jane would masturbate a long time after Bobby walked Bonnie back to her house where he would get a blow job or fuck her before going back home.

Then one early Saturday afternoon as Bobby cut the grass, Bonnie yelled to him: "Bobby!! Stop, it's lunch time."

She would always serve him lunch and most of the time Bobby would be done or almost done with the grass. He knew after the grass cutting he would go inside Bonnie's house and shower with her and then they would fuck the rest of the day away.

But today would be different. As he walked towards the table on the patio, he saw his mother. She was standing next to Bonnie with a bikini on!! His mother never wore a bikini, hell she hardly ever wore a bathing suit. 

When he got closer he saw her remove the bikini cover and Bobby was amazed to see that his mom had on a bikini just as small as Bonnie's bikini. Jane's was red while Bonnie's was black. Jane said: "Bonnie invited me over for lunch and to lay out in the sun with her Bobby. How do you like my new bathing suit? Bonnie picked it out for me. I hope I didn't interrupt anything Bobby. Did I?"

As Jane said it she turned around showing her son her body. Bobby was amazed at how beautiful his mother looked in her bikini. "Ah no mom, I'm just surprised that you are wearing a bikini that's all", he stuttered.

Bonnie asked: "Doesn't she look great in it Bobby? Didn't know your mom was that sexy did you? Well what do you think?"

Bonnie stood next to Jane and Bobby just looked from one MILF to the other. "Well", she asked again, "Doesn't she look great in it?"

Bobby looked at his mother again and said: "WOW mom you look.......amazing!! Yes, you look great mom."

Jane smiled and said: "Well thank you Bobby. I'm very happy you like it. How about the color? You like red Bobby?"

Bobby told her: "Yes, red is a good color for you mom. I mean you look really, really good."

"As good as me Bobby", Bonnie laughed as she said it. She knew she was putting Bobby in an embarrassing situation but she wanted to do it.

Bobby said: "Well she is my mom!! But she looks great. Yes, she looks very good."

Bobby eyed his mother now differently, not like a mom but more like he viewed Bonnie. They were both sexual women! He loved how his mother looked. As Bonnie served lunched Bobby couldn't take his eyes off of his mother's body. "When had she become so sexy", he said to himself?

He looked at her big firm breasts and those long legs and tiny stomach, as good as or maybe even better than Bonnie. As he looked up and down her body again he stopped at her ass and then her breasts. Her breasts looked almost as large as Bonnie's tits. "When did that happen? When did my mom's tits grow so big", he wondered?

He decided that these two ladies were most definitely MILF types. He sat there without his shirt on covered with a light wetness from cutting the grass. His jean shorts showed his lust as he watched each woman move and talk and adjust their bikinis.

The women were noticing his lust. Then Bonnie came over to him and sat on his lap. She smiled into his eyes and said: "WOW Jane he has a really big hard on. I guess he does like the way we look."

She turned and moved her face real close to his and said: "Now mister, tell me which of us do you like the best?"

Bobby looked at Bonnie and knew if he said the wrong thing he could blow the wonderful sex they were having so he said: "Well she's my mom so I like her the best Bonnie, but I think you are sexier!"

The two women laughed and both kissed his cheek. Then Bonnie said: "Well then tell us Bobby, which is the better MILF? Which would you rather fuck?"

The word fuck in front of his mother made Bobby blush like hell, but the question made his cock jump. He didn't answer so Bonnie asked again: "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Or would you like to do both of us?"

He got redder as he looked at one women and then back to the other. Bonnie kept pressing and pressing and finally Bobby said: "Both!! I'd like to have sex with both of you if she wasn't my mother!"

Bonnie smiled and kissed him hard right on the lips. Jane watched as she felt wetness between her legs. She had heard her son say he would love to fuck her. She didn't hear the other part of the conversation. She sort of went into a day dream and imagined what it would be like to have Bobby remove her bikini and give her what she needed so badly, a long hard fuck!

After lunch Bobby took 15 minutes to finish the grass cutting while Bonnie and Jane talked alone. They decided to move Bobby to the next step tonight which would involve other women fucking him on and off over the next couple weeks. 

One of them would be Jane but Bobby wouldn't know it was she until later on. They planned to sit him down and talk with him about it afterwards and tell him why she did it and what she was hoping from him going forward. That was the plan, it didn't work out exactly as they planned, it would actually work out better. 

Jane and Bonnie had planned to tell him all about the way he was trained and why he was trained. Then Jane would tell him she was one of those ladies who had fucked him. They would talk about it for a long time and then she would hope that since it had happened they could do it again. They hoped that Bobby would fuck both women on a regular base.

Jane would hope Bobby would understand that since her husband died she needed a man, needed her son, in more ways than ever. It had been seven years since she had had a man fuck her. She wanted Bobby to be her man, her lover and she would give him anything he wanted in the way of sex. She would do anything he wanted and try anything he liked.

And if Bobby agreed, she would be very happy for him to go to Bonnie and fuck her too. After all he had just said he would fuck both of them so why not let him do it? He pretty much told them both he wanted to fuck them and that he couldn't decide which one was sexier. So why not let him taste both women and enjoy sex with them? 

Bonnie and Jane both were sure Bobby was young enough and strong enough to satisfy both of them and they knew the sex would be good for him too. They were thinking of all the things Bobby would learn from two older sex hunger women. They would make him a great lover. 

Jane knew that sooner or later he would find the right girl and he would please her like no other guy his age could do. The two women would be sure to teach him all the tricks and things men should know when they make love to a woman. "Yes it was time for part two of their plan. Bobby deserved them and their skills", she said to Bonnie.

Bonnie agreed. "The first thing we need to do is get him to let me tie him up and blind fold him, but I don't think that will to hard to do. Then we can see if he can tell the difference in pussy", Bonnie laughed as she told Jane.

"Yes, and we'll get Dhea (pronounced Daya) to fuck him first. I met her at the gym and she is a lovely Asian woman. I'm sure Bobby will find her very attractive. She is around 30 but looks so much younger. She told me she wants to try a white man's cock and I'm sure I can get her to go along with our plan" Jane told her best friend.

The women kissed goodbye and Jane watched as Bobby put the lawn mower away and went into Bonnie's house. Jane smiled and said: "So when will you try to blind fold him Bonnie?"

Bonnie said: "Well why don't you go watch TV and we'll see if we can do it today right after his shower. Call Dhea and see if she can come over tonight, if so, we'll get this done tonight. Then the next step will be you Jane. I know you can't wait. He really is getting very good at all of this. Let's make it for 6:00 PM. Dhea can meet both of us at my house. Oh and Bobby will be late coming home tonight. I plan to reward him after Dhea leaves!"

Jane went home and called Dhea and she was more than eager to join the plan, especially when Jane told her it was for her young son. She knew Bobby was a big strong young guy and she liked him from the day she met him at the gym. Jane explained that Bonnie was teaching him all about sex. Dhea told Jane: "I may be able to teach him some things too. This should be fun and I'm sure Bobby will be great he's so cute!"

Jane called Bonnie while Bobby finished the shower. Bonnie got out the silk scarves and waited. She sat on the bed fully nude and smiled.

When Bobby came out of the bathroom he was nude as usual. Bonnie smiled as she watched his cock swing from side to side. She patted the bed and said: "Come and lay with me baby! I want to ask you something."

Bobby jumped on the bed and lay down next to her as his hand went to her breast. Bobby couldn't get enough of her tits and was always touching and holding them. She took his cock and began to gently stroke it.

Jane watched them on the TV from her own bedroom. She was lying on her bed and watching and listening as the camera in Bonnie's room recorded everything. She began to play with her pussy knowing what was coming and what she would see Bobby do to and with her best friend

Bobby watched as his hands made love to Bonnie's nipples and her hand did the same to his cock. He loved to see and feel Bonnie's hands on his cock. "So what do you want to talk to me about", he asked?

"Bonnie kissed him and looked into his eyes all the while not stopping with what she was doing to his cock. Her hands were magical. His cock was hard and thick and throbbing in seconds. She moved her mouth to his ear and said: "I want to tie you up Bobby and then blindfold you and tease you and see how long you can hold off from cumming for me."




Training Ch. 05



She waited for him to reply. She moved around so that her pussy was visible to Bobby now. She saw him look immediately at it, focusing on her cunt. "Young guys are so predictable, Hell all males are like that, old or young. Show them a pussy and they are yours", she said to herself.

"What do you say Bobby? It will be great training for you and help you learn how to hold off. Remember what I told you before? The longer you can hold off cumming the better the women will love you fucking them", she said as she felt him begin to touch her pussy slit with his fingers.

He now had a very nice touch and she loved how he would play with the folds of her cunt and tease her hole with his fingers. She opened her legs wider for his fingers and for him to see all of her pussy. She waited a few minutes and then said: "Oh Bobby that feels very nice. What do you say, want to play? I have the ties for your arms and legs right here."

She showed him the scarves and he smiled and said: "If we do it then I get to do it to you afterwards. OK? Can I tie you up afterwards and tease you too?"

She patted his face and smiled as she straddled his hips and guided his big swollen cock to her open wet hole. Bobby moved his fingers away from her cunt hole and replaced it with his thick cock head. She rubbed it up and down the opening of her sex. Bobby moaned with pleasure like always when she did that. She slowly slides down on his pole taking him deep into her body. 

Bonnie absolutely loved this part of their sex the best. Watching Bobby's face as she took his cock deep inside her pussy tunnel was a great turn on. He looked like he was in heaven and she felt like she was, Bobby's cock was always so damn hard!!! 

She sat on him and slowly rocked back and forth as she looked down at her young lover. "Yes, if you do a good job for me and don't cum until I tell you or let you, then yes Bobby you can do the same to me", she sighed as she began to ride up and down on his swollen cock. 

He felt so damn good now that he knew how to fuck properly. Bonnie moved on him now with her own need. She would soon be sharing him with his mother and maybe Dhea too. He was much better at fucking now and she love how he pushed up into her at just the right moment. "Oh Bobby! Yes, baby! Fuck me!!! Make me cum baby! I need it so badly", Bonnie hissed into his ear.

She hung her body over his and he cupped her tits and played with those big long nipples. As he sucked them she pumped and pumped and rocked and rocked on his cock until she threw her head back and yelled: "Oh fuck Bobby! I'm cumming! Yes! Oh God yes! Soooo good Bobby!"

She finally stopped moving and quickly rolled off of him. Her cum coated his thick hard dick and as she lifted up and off his dick. Bobby tried to stop her since he hadn't cum yet. She smiled and patted his face and said; "That was part of the training Bobby. Now give me your hands first and I'm going to tie you up." 

He let her have her way and soon, as Jane watched on her TV; Bonnie had tied his arms and legs spread wide with his thick young cock sticking up in the air. Bonnie washed it off and made sure he was clean. Then she took out the dark silk scarf and covered his eyes. She tied it off so it wouldn't move and then kissed Bobby on the mouth. Her hand went back to his cock and balls and she began to play with them teasing him. She watched his cock jump and move on its own. Then she stopped as Bobby moaned loudly.

After a few minutes of working on him, Bonnie told him that part of the game was stimulating him and then having him wait and she may even leave the room keeping him in a state of lust and need. It was his job not to cum until he was told he could. She worked him one last time to the point of almost cumming and then she left Bobby like she said and made a phone call to Jane. 

Jane was ready and told her that she and Dhea would be there in 2 minutes or less. Jane told Bonnie that Dhea was aware of what was going on and that she was ready. Meanwhile Bonnie came back into the room and slowly took Bobby's cock in her hands again and began to jerk Bobby back to a super hard on again but she stopped before he could cum. He was upset but loved the game both at the same time. 

She giggled as he started to beg for his release. She just made it worst by kissing him and pushing a tit in his mouth and rubbing her pussy all over his leg, chest, arms and his face. Her musky sent was now on his nose. 

He cried out to stop and let him cum. She just laughed and reminded Bobby that he would get his turn to play with her like that soon. That sort of satisfied him and he stopped begging and crying. 

When Dhea arrived Bonnie opened the bed room door and Jane and Dhea walked in seeing Bobby's hard young cock sticking up in the air. Bonnie whispered for them not to say a word. They agreed as the saw Bobby still tied up, blind folded and his cock was beginning to go soften slowly. It was now lying on his stomach. 

Dhea giggle a little as the three women watched Bonnie move to her young man and touch his dick but she didn't get on the bed this time. As she touched it the women watched as it jumped and immediately started growing again. "Please Bonnie, let me cum! I need to cum so badly", he moaned.

Dhea quickly remove her clothing and move to the bed. Bobby felt her small hand lift his cock and then felt her mouth engulf the head as Bonnie let it go. It felt different but he figured it was because he was so worked up, blind folded and tied down. He enjoyed the blow job and talked. But no one answered. The ladies stayed quiet.

Then he started asking questions after questions but none of the women said anything. All Dhea was doing was stroking and sucking his big cock until it stood up like before. Then she looked at the women and smiled as she straddled it. 

Bobby felt a new pussy cover the cock head and slide very slowly down on the shaft. Bonnie moved next to his ear and asked: "So how does that feel Bobby! Don't you cum!"

He didn't know she was standing next to him and Dhea was fucking him. As Jane just watched and licked her lips she started touching herself, she couldn't help it. 

Bobby told Bonnie he would try real hard not to cum but asked why it felt different this time? Bonnie was right next to him and rubbed her tits in his face as she whispered: "It shouldn't feel any difference Bobby. It's only my pussy trying to make you cum. But don't do it yet! I want you to try really hard not to cum for me. OK?"

Dhea rode him hard and fast. He grunted: "OK!! But this is hard. It feels so tight, tighter than before. It feels smaller too. It feels smaller that your pussy usually feels."

As Dhea rode his hard young cock to satisfy her lust now, Bonnie kissed Bobby's lips and told him: "Look, don't talk, just think of holding off. Try and keep from cumming. Concentrate on that Bobby, and nothing else. Don't cum! Try to make ME cum! Give it to me Bobby!"

Bobby didn't say anything else since Bonnie had shoved a tit in him mouth. Bobby sucked and tried to think of nothing as he was being fucked harder and faster. He started fucking back. Dhea worked her small but perfect body on his cock bouncing up and down and riding him with her lustful cunt burning to cum. 

He was buried deep in Dhea's cunt as Bonnie and Jane watched this lovely Asian woman fucking him. Dhea was good, very good and rode him a long, long time without saying anything. But when she climaxed she couldn't help it and she yelled and moaned and moved differently on Bobby's dick. Her cum flooded her pussy and coated his cock as she spoke in some sort of oriental language. 

Bobby had no idea what was going on but he knew a pussy was engulfing his cock and cumming all over it and damn it felt so good. He had been taught to recognize when a woman climaxed on his dick. He knew and felt the cunt squeezing his cock shaft and wetting it, more and more. 

The orgasm Dhea had lasted very long but Bobby was good and he didn't cum! He listened and wondered what was going on. Finally Dhea lifted off of his cock and Jane saw her son's cock now at its biggest and hardest size. She was so close to it. She moaned and moved towards the bed.

Bobby said: "Where did you go Bonnie? Where are you? I need to cum so badly!!" 

Jane wanted to climb up and fuck him like the wild woman she knew she would become once her son's cock was in her hot wet cunt. But Bonnie grabbed Jane's arm and pulled her out of the room. She told her: "No not tonight baby. You have to wait another day. I know I know it's hard but you have to wait."

Jane shook her head and understood. If she got on Bobby's hard cock now she would destroy everything they had worked on. Finally she calmed down enough to show Dhea where the bathroom was. Dhea went in and cleaned up. Then she whispered: "I'll see you both at the gym. Oh and any time you want me back to fuck this sexy young sweet heart just let me know. He was very, very good. Bonnie did a good job teaching him. Next time I want to try his tongue." 

Bonnie went back into the room and climbed on the bed and slid down over Bobby's hard throbbing cock. She removed the blindfold and began to fuck him. He didn't last long and in a matter of seconds Bobby filled her cunt with his cum!

When it was over Bonnie told him that he was a very good boy. He was great and how good she felt knowing he held off from cumming for so long. She moved very close to his ear and whispered: "I wonder if you were thinking of me or maybe your mother when you shot that big load into my pussy Bobby? I wonder if you were thinking how your mother's pussy would feel riding that big hard cock of yours."

She talked now as she held his semi-hard wert dick. She had it in her hand and was playing with it. He moaned and said: "No! No Bonnie I was thinking of you and only you. But you felt so different, So much smaller, and tighter than I am use to."

She kissed his lips and said: "Well maybe it wasn't me Bobby. Maybe it was your mother. Would that upset you? I mean you saw how lovely she looked today dressed in her bikini. Don't tell me you didn't want to see her without that bikini on and touch her and play with her big tits and stick your cock into her pussy like you do with me baby."

Bonnie stroked his semi-hard cock and marveled at how fast Bobby recovered. All Bobby could do was say: "Well......yes! Yes she did look very good. But I don't think my mom would ever do that with me. I think this is the first time she ever had on a bikini. She is way too conservative to ever think of fucking me, her son."

Bonnie had him. She moved to his body again and took his semi-hard cock in her mouth and sucked on it until he was hard again. Then as she played with it as she whispered in his ear: "What would you do if she did want you to fuck her. Would you do it Bobby? I mean she hasn't had a man in a long, long time Bobby, over seven years. Maybe she is that tight from not being fucked for so long! Think about that! She needs to have sex, just like you and me. What would you do if I blind folder you and had your mom ride your cock and fuck you?"

Bobby didn't answer but his cock spoke for him. It was growing as hard as it got in her hand. She smiled as Jane watched from the corner of the doorway. Jane was stunned at how fast her son's cock grew hard after cumming that much, only minutes ago. Bobby said: "God seven years!! That's so long to go with sex, I mean fucking? I know now that I have tried it I couldn't go 7 days without fucking you Bonnie."

Bonnie said: "Yes seven years is a very long time Bobby. Would you fuck Jane if she wanted you to do it? Would you fuck her if you could Bobby? Would you fuck your sexy mother and give her what I know she needs so badly? You know take her bikini off, and do all the things I have taught you? Would you do that for her Bobby? Work on her body and please her, make her feel so good and give her lots of orgasms? Would you baby? She has waited so long for it. Seven years Bobby! Seven!"

As Bonnie moved over his hard cock once again she put it in her pussy and slid down all the way on it. It was much easier to go in now that her cunt was still full of his cum. She was sitting on him again with his cock was fully embedded in her. As a Jane watched them, she was masturbating hard. 

Bonnie asked him again: "Would you fuck your mom if you had the chance and she wanted you to do it? If she told you that she wanted to be fucked by her son and feel safe and know he loved her and she loved him, would you do that for her? Would you give her the pleasure she needs Bobby? Would you fuck your mom?"

He looked at Bonnie and smiled as he said: "Yes, I'd love to give mom a good long fucking and make her happy. Seven years! God she must be so horny. But, how? Would you help me get her to do it?"

Bonnie said: "Yes, sure sweetie Jane is my best friend. I know how badly she needs it. She has told me over and over again how badly Bobby. You would have to fuck her a lot, make her cum many times. Especially when you started fucking her because she will be wild with need and lust. But I know you can do that, we do it all the time don't we?"

Bobby told her: "Yes, every day Bonnie. More than twice a day, we fuck until we fall asleep."

She smiled and started to rock on his cock as she said: "Then it's settled, we'll work together to get her fucked by your nice hard young cock. I don't think it would take much to get her to do it. Let's plan on how we are going to do it while you fuck me. Hey, maybe you could show her your cock. Have you ever done that before?"

Bobby knew Jane has seen it se wanted to see if Bobby remembered that day. Bobby told Bonnie what had happened that day he was jerking off in the bathroom when his mom walked into the room. "It was hot and scary at the same time", he said.

Bonnie said: "Well here's an idea. We get her drunk and we will both begin to tease and touch her. You know rub her neck and shoulders, play with her legs, ass and her nice big breasts. You know feel her up a little. She ahs the same size breasts as I do Bobby."

Bobby told her he knew now since he saw her in her bikini. Bonnie said: "Yes, and I saw you looking at them. You loved them didn't you like you love tits. Let's see, you could dance with her and feel her up that way too. I'm telling you Bobby she is so horny she won't take long to get worked up enough for you to do it to her."

Bobby asked: "Do you think that would work. Would she let me feel her up?"

Bonnie moved a little faster on his cock as she rode him. Then she laughed and said: "Well at first she would say stop, stop. But, you and I will just keep doing it. Yes, I'll do it too. Then when we think she is ready for more, we'll all sit down and I'll take your cock out and start to jerk you off right in front of her. Then we'll get her to do it. We'll take her hand and put you nice hard cock in it and we'll get her to pump it a while. When she feels how big and hard you are she will cave in and take it! I'll push her and tell her to suck it and make it harder and bigger for you. I'll tell her to please you as you feel her up. We'll do things like that while I will encourage as we go. I'll also talk to her about you and having sex with her before we get together. Then when we meet she'll be thinking of it already."

Bobby agreed with everything Bonnie told him. Bonnie knew Jane would only act like she didn't want it for a short time before letting her son do whatever he wanted to her body. 

Bonnie continued to fuck her pussy on his big hard cock. As she did she told him: "I'll start to undress her too you know undo a button here or lift her skirt a little higher as we play something like that. And, we'll tell her we want her to see how much you have learned from our days over the summer. Once we get her tits out and you start playing with them and, suck those nipples like I taught you I'm sure she'll let you and want you to do more."

Bonnie rode Bobby hard now, she needed to cum. All this talk about seducing Jane was getting to her, not to mention Bobby's hard young cock. Finally she said: "We'll get her out of her clothes but leave her panties on. Then we'll play with her body more and you can dance with her again with her and touch her ass and pussy as you rub and push your cock against her cunt just covered with her panties. But Bobby we'll get her to sit down and you can kneel in front of her and we'll open her legs and you can go down on her. Once she feels your tongue on her pussy and feels how good it is and what you have learned about eating pussy you'll have her."

Bobby's cock was super hard now and Bonnie smiled as she lifted off of him and moved around. She got on her hands and knees and looked back at her lover. Bobby knew exactly what to do. He moved behind her and as he entered her pussy hole again he started to fuck Bonnie hard. He was thinking of his mom now. She was dressed in that red bikini and she looked even better when it came off of her. He was thinking of Jane now as he fucked Bonnie as hard and fast as he could move his dick. 

Bonnie knew he was thinking of Jane but she loved how he was fucking her. In minutes they both cried out and climaxed together. 

Bonnie knew that in a day, two at the most, he would start having sex with Jane and she would have to share him. Sharing Bobby would be the best sex he ever had. Two older women teaching him how to eat pussy, stimulate a woman and fuck her would make Bobby a great lover.

Jane watched and heard everything as she masturbated in the hallway. She would play drunk but there was no way she would be drunk when Bobby licked her pussy and fucked her. She wanted to feel everything! 

She was masturbating like a wild woman fingering her cunt with three fingers. Tomorrow she would feel a real cock, her son's cock and she needed it so badly.

As Bonnie and Bobby finished fucking Jane slid down the wall of the hallway shaking and shuttering from the masturbation and major orgasm she gave herself. Once she recovered she quickly left Bonnie's house and went home. She showered and masturbated again in the warm water thinking of tomorrow and what she would feel when Bobby fucked her. 

Meanwhile, Dhea was home and thinking of what she had just done with the two women and Bobby. She loved how Bobby's thick young cock stayed so hard and made her cum so well. She would call Jane in the morning and get her or Bonnie to set up another night for her. She wanted Bobby's cock again and again. She knew his mom and Bonnie were working on him training him, teaching him all about sex. She would use that fact, that his mother was fucking him, if she had too. But, she felt the women would be willing to share Bobby. After all he was young enough to fuck the three of them. And Bonnie had told her about his oral talents. Maybe Bobby would eat her pussy while he fucked the two older women or vise versa! She knew she was much younger than Bonnie or Jane and maybe Bobby might just want some younger pussy after a while of fucking those old ladies. She smiled knowing soon she would be filled with that hot young cock again.



Training Ch. 05



Eileen squirmed helplessly on the exam table, impaled simultaneously down her throat and up her ass. Tears flowed down her face. The fingers worked in her ass, pushing and probing. The nurse smiled wider, and began thrusting the dildo in and out Eileen's mouth. She whimpered, face red with helpless shame, pinned between them, hanging on the edge of an unwanted orgasm.

"Thank you, nurse."

The fingers and dildo slid out of her. Eileen coughed and gasped. "What are you doing? This is not a medical examination! You can't do this to me!"

"What am I doing? Examining you," the doctor replied. "Evaluating your progress." He looked down at her and smiled warmly. "For the next phase of your training, you will be kept in a heightened state of sexual arousal for extended periods of time without release. Today you will be fitted with a custom training device, which you will wear locked inside yourself vaginally throughout the coming weeks. This device will vibrate at random intervals for random periods of time in order to maintain sexual arousal. The random periodicity of the device will ensure that your body does not become acclimated to it; in other words, you will not be able to forget it's there, and you will not go numb. Additionally, while you are wearing the device, it will be held in place with a metal chastity belt, which will permit normal bodily functions and sexual access to your anus but will not permit you to stimulate yourself to orgasm, no matter how badly you may want to."

Eileen breathed more quickly. Her heart raced.

"This device has several purposes. First, it will keep you near the edge of orgasm for extended periods of time, which will help to enhance your compliance with the training program. Second, it will train you to be aware of your genitals at all times. After the first few days, you will find that a part of your attention is always focused on your sex, no matter what else you may be doing. Third, your body will become acclimated to penetration, so that you will feel most comfortable when something is inside you, and it will seem strange when you are not being penetrated. Fourth, your body will be conditioned to crave sexual stimulation all the time. And finally, you will be conditioned to accept that neither your sexual release nor your level of sexual arousal are in your control. After you have worn the training device for a sufficient length of time, these behavioral and physical changes will become permanent. "

Eileen breathed harder. Her nipples stood out almost painfully, and the familiar butterflies of arousal fluttered in her.

"The device which will be fitted to you contains a number of myoelectric and blood flow sensors, so that if you should be close to orgasm, the device will sense this and shut down until the incipient orgasm passes. However, since every woman's sexual response is slightly different, we will need to program the device with your specific physiological profile. In order to do that, we will need to measure your body's response during orgasm. To obtain the most accurate profile possible, this will involve averaging across repeated orgasms. This is the main purpose of your visit today. Unfortunately, you may experience some discomfort during this procedure."

"What? What do you mean, discomfort?" Eileen struggled against the straps. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Save your strength, sweetmeat," the nurse said.

The doctor opened a cabinet and took out a large, heavy-looking metal box with a long, polished metal rod extending from one end. He unfolded a set of legs from the machine and set it up at the foot of the table.

"What are you doing?" Eileen's voice quavered.

Samantha took two clear glass domes from another cabinet and fitted them over Eileen's breasts. When they were fitted in place, she opened a small door on top of the machine and drew out two long, clear plastic tubes. These connected to small valves on top of the domes.

There was a mechanical whirr, and Eileen felt a strong suction draw her breasts up into the domes like giant hungry mouths. Her body trembled. "You can't do this to me!"

The doctor fitted a blunt dildo made of a hard, white, glassy material studded with flat silver spots to the end of the shaft. "This contains sensors that will measure your body's reactions. As the computer learns your particular responses, it will grow better and better at inducing orgasm. This will allow the software to build the profile which will be loaded into your training device." He pulled a flat bundle of wires from the end of the dildo and connected them to a port in the side of the machine. When he was satisfied that it was connected properly, he extended the arm. Eileen cried out as the hard white dildo entered her.

The doctor spread her open with his fingers. She felt his thumb touch her clit, then a pinching sensation, not unpleasant but very strange. "I have just clamped a small electrode to your clitoris," he said. "This will send tiny electrical impulses directly to the nerves, which you will feel as a kind of vibration or buzzing sensation."

"Stop! This is wrong!" Helplessness, shame, and humiliation washed over her. "Take these things off me!"

The doctor opened a panel on the side of the device and pressed some buttons. "We will now begin the process of building the subject's physiological response profile." Something whirred inside the metal cabinet. The doctor stripped off his gloves. "While this machine is working, I will write you a new birth control prescription. The new prescription will prevent you from having a normal cycle, in order to improve your availability for sexual use. After that, I have another patient I must attend to. We will return in approximately two hours." 

"Wait! Two hours? Wait! You can't just leave!"

He pressed a series of numbers into a keypad beside the door. It opened with a metallic snick. The doctor stepped out, with the nurse trailing behind him. The door closed again with a solid thud. Eileen heard the lock click.

"Come back!" she cried. "Let me go!" The helplessness surged in her. More tears flowed down her cheeks. "Come back!"

The machine made a soft beep. The suction on her breasts increased. A tingling, buzzing sensation began to grow directly on her clit. The hard, smooth shaft started moving in and out of her.

She struggled frantically, sobbing. The straps on her arms and around her hips prevented even the slightest movements. Her hands clenched at empty air. "Stop! Come back! You can't do this!"

The suction on her breasts began to pulse. Her nipples tightened and strained. The buzzing on her clit intensified, and sent such a jolt of pleasure through her that it took her breath away. The thing within her moved faster.

"No!" she screamed. "No! Stop it! Come back! Turn it off!"

The machine picked up speed. Her screams changed, became less tinged with panic and more colored by her arousal. Everywhere she focused, she was met with waves of pleasure; the pulsing suction on her breasts stimulated them delightfully, the vibrating thrum on her clit sent waves of delight coursing through her body, and the shaft touched something exquisite inside her as it moved.

"No," she moaned, "no, please, no..."

And then the orgasm hit, and she could do nothing but thrash in ecstasy as tears streamed down her face. It went on and on and on, wave after wave of intense pleasure, while she struggled and sobbed and screamed. "Oh, God, no! Please!"

The machine wound down. The buzzing stopped, the shaft ceased its thrusting, the suction abated on her breasts. Eileen stared blindly at the ceiling, chest heaving. "Oh," she whimpered, "oh, thank God..."

Another soft beep. The suction started up again, pulling at her breasts, tugging her nipples. "No!" Eileen screamed. The buzzing on her clit began anew. The shaft started stroking in and out of her. "No! No! Stop!"

She fought it for as long as she could. Her hands clenched empty air. The machine thrust steadily, driving the shaft deep into her over and over again. No matter how hard she tried to push them away, the sensations dominated her awareness. Ecstasy built relentlessly, and she felt herself starting to contract, a forewarning of her inevitable climax.

When it came, the second orgasm lasted even longer than the first. Eileen fought against the straps and screamed helplessly while the machine forced pleasure from her body. The ecstasy went on and on, far longer than she ever thought was possible. When it finally ended, nearly two minutes after it had started, she slumped limply in the straps gasping for breath.

The machine beeped again. Her eyes opened wide with fear. "No!"

When the third orgasm hit, Eileen shook and moaned under the waves of raw physical rapture washing over her. The fourth orgasm was an agonizing pleasure, powerful and unstoppable. The fifth was just plain agonizing. 

After that, she lost all sense of time. The only things that existed for her was the excruciating, exhilarating pleasure crashing through her, and the quiet beeping sounds that signaled the start of the next round. She screamed until her voice was hoarse and struggled until she was too weak to move. Sweat bathed every inch of her body in a slick sheen.

Still it continued. After every orgasm, Eileen felt as if she had been wrung out, the last ounce of strength squeezed from her, incapable of responding any more, and yet... Somehow, it seemed to know exactly what to do, exactly how much vibration to apply, exactly how hard to suck on her breasts to wrench just one more grueling orgasm from her body. Even after she could no longer scream or fight, still it kept going. She wept openly and whispered "no, please no" as her body shuddered into orgasm after orgasm. Time stood still; the only things that marked its progression were the beeps and the inevitable, unbearable sexual ecstasy that followed. "Please," she whimpered hoarsely to nobody, "please make it stop."

If anyone heard her words, there was no sign. Nobody came to free her. It worked relentlessly, forcing her endlessly into climax after climax until she felt that her body was simply another part to the machine, the component that shook and sobbed while it did its work.

She was so completely consumed by what was happening that she didn't even hear the door open. Not until Samantha's face swam into view did she realize she was no longer alone. She shivered in relief. "Please," she said weakly, "please, no more."

The nurse stroked her face softly. "Oh, sweetmeat," she said, "I'm not here to make it stop. We haven't run the full course yet. I'm only here to watch."

The machine beeped. Eileen's eyes widened. "No! No, please, not again!" Suction tugged at her breasts. "No! No, I can't take any more!"

"Shh. Yes, you can. I know what it feels like. I've been there myself. You can take it." Her fingers stroked Eileen's shoulders soothingly. "I know it might not seem like it, but it's better if you don't try to fight. Just relax and take it."

By then, the shaft was thrusting smoothly and Eileen was beyond hearing her. She moaned and whimpered, and a moment later her back arched against the straps in the throes of another orgasm. She wailed piteously. "Please!"

"Oh, you suffer so sweetly," the nurse said. Her fingers traced the lines of Eileen's cheek. "God, you are so beautiful when you're suffering like this." One hand crept up her own body, over teddy bears and rainbows, and squeezed her own breast. "If you had any idea how much it turns me on to watch you this way..."

The machine beeped again. Eileen shook her head. "No, she said weakly, "it's too much!" The nurse leaned down to kiss her forehead gently as the next orgasm took her. She flailed helplessly. "No!"

"Yes." The nurse stroked Eileen's cheek gently. "Oh, yes. Take it, sweetmeat. Take it."

Hungry mechanical mouths sucked at her breasts, tugged on her engorged nipples. Her throbbing clit twitched and buzzed. The machine fucked her in quick, short strokes. The nurse caressed Eileen's face and looked deep into her eyes, waiting for the moment when the orgasm became inevitable and Eileen had no choice but to accept it. In that brief instant, when Eileen stopped fighting and let it happen, Samantha thought she was the most beautiful creature in all the world.

When the pleasure peaked and ebbed and reason returned, at least partway, to Eileen's eyes, she looked up pleadingly. "Please," she whispered, "please." The machine beeped again. Samantha watched the tiny shudder ripple through Eileen's body, barely recognizable, the only response her spent muscles were capable of. 

The cycle started again. The machine did its work, and once again Eileen became creation's most beautiful creation. The nurse felt wetness saturate her own panties and run down her leg.

She stayed by Eileen's side, gently stroking her hair, whispering for Eileen to take it, through countless more cycles. Her own body responded, as if the pleasure wrung from Eileen's torment flowed up through her fingertips and into herself, until her own heart raced and she felt as if she might come along with the captive woman. They remained that way, both of them wrapped up in Eileen's exquisite suffering, until the lock on the door clicked and the doctor walked into the room.

He flipped a switch on the machine. As simply as that, it was over. The shaft whirred to a halt. The suction bled away with a hiss, releasing Eileen's breasts. The dildo withdrew.

He examined a small monitor on the side of the machine. "Excellent, excellent, we have some very good data here," he said. "Strong characteristic initial contractions at 8 Hz from the pubococcygeus muscles about two seconds before each orgasm. That will make an excellent marker. Strong surge in blood flow several seconds before each peak. Very strong muscular response. This is very good data indeed! The profile will be ready to load into the training device's flash memory shortly."

Eileen barely heard his words through the relief that flooded every part of her. The nurse pried the glass domes from her breast and placed them on the counter. The doctor took the clip off her clit and coiled its wires neatly. She felt her own wetness spill over the surface of the examination table and flow under the cleft of her ass.

"Now, then," he said. "We're almost done. I just need to evaluate your response to unwanted forcible anal intercourse, and then you will be free to go. The nurse here will help you get dressed and give you your new training kit once it has been programmed."

"Permission to play with the subject?" Samantha said, her eyes not leaving Eileen's face. "She seems compliant."

"Hmm," the doctor said. He stroked his chin thoughtfully, considering the request.

"That's a difficult call," he said. "On the one hand, allowing you to have her for a while will help to reinforce her status as a sex slave, who is given no control over who has sexual access to her. On the other hand, the subject presents as straight, not even incidentally sexually interested in women. A strong negative reaction at this point could set back her progress."

"Oh, I don't think she'll have a negative response," Samantha said.

"No? Hm. Perhaps not. And reinforcing her status might help facilitate the training." He twiddled a pen idly between his fingers for a few moments while he thought. "Very well. You may play with the subject. But I am sexually aroused myself, and had planned to spend this arousal on my evaluation of the subject's response to forcible anal penetration. Since you will be evaluating the subject, I will spend my arousal on you instead. Nurse, disrobe and lean against the wall, please."

Eileen saw a quick flicker of something she couldn't quite identify cross the nurse's face. Assent? Disgust? Resignation? Distaste? Whatever it was, it was gone almost as fast as it had come, replaced with a smooth blank expression. "Yes, Doctor."

Eileen watched in confusion and shock as the nurse stripped. Off came the scrubs, with their cheerful teddy bears. Beneath them she wore a matched set of lacy bra and panties in a rich, deep burgundy. She reached around to unhook the bra, which slipped off her shoulders to reveal firm round breasts with large pink nipples, prominently erect. The panties, a dark stain of wetness clearly visible, slipped off next.

Eileen saw that the nurse was shaved bare between her legs, smooth skin utterly hairless. As the nurse turned toward the wall, Eileen caught a quick glimpse of a small tattoo on her hip, two interlocking rings with small crosses beneath, done in rainbow colors. She slipped off her shoes and socks and leaned against the wall facing it. That strange flicker of expression crossed her face again.

The doctor unzipped the fly of his trousers to reveal an enormous, rigid erection. He stepped behind the nurse and reached around to fondle her breasts. Oh, my God! Eileen thought. He's going to have sex with her! Right in front of me

The nurse took a long, deep breath. She looked over her shoulder at Eileen, still strapped to the table, and smiled at the look of horror on the bound woman's face. Something passed through the air between them. Samantha nodded fractionally, a barely visible tilt of her head, and took another deep breath.

The doctor's erection thrust violently into her dripping pussy. She cried out as it spread her open. Eileen saw a jumble of expressions on the nurse's face—shock, longing, disgust, submission, arousal, all piled on top of one another.

The doctor's hands squeezed her breasts roughly. He thrust deep, over and over. Samantha cried out again. She felt his cock sliding into her, too deeply, sending a small twinge of pain shooting up inside her at each thrust. Her eyes never left Eileen's face; in Eileen's expression, compounded of shock and desperate helplessness, Samantha found exactly what she needed.

Finally, she felt him begin to thicken inside her, and knew it was almost over. He rarely made any outward sign of his release, but she had been taken by him often enough to learn the subtle little signs of his impending orgasm. He grunted once and shot a thick stream of wetness up inside her, his cock twitching as it spurted. She had never learned to make peace with how much he came; every time he used her sex, she felt defiled for hours afterward. Her eyes bore into Eileen's, covetous, already taking possession of what she had just bought.

The doctor stepped away from her and zipped his pants nonchalantly. "Make sure she has an orgasm with you. If she doesn't, that might set back her training, and you will spend thirty minutes on the auto-sodomizer as a penalty." He turned toward the door. "After you are finished, I want you to evaluate her response to unwanted forcible anal penetration. Type up your report and have it on my desk by tomorrow afternoon for inclusion in the subject's file." With that, he left, and the lock clicked behind him.

The nurse smiled a long, slow smile. "Oh, sweetmeat. I have you. Do you know how many times I have fantasized about this? How many ways I have imagined myself playing with you? You've only been here once before and I think you're my favorite patient."

"Please," Eileen said, "don't hurt me."

"But you scream so nicely! When I heard you scream on your first visit, I nearly came right there. I fantasized about that scream for the next three days. God, I want to hear you scream again."

"What—what are you talking about?"

The nurse moved closer. "Do you remember anything about your first appointment? Anything at all?"

Eileen frowned. Fog rolled in over her memory. "No."

"Do you know why?" the nurse asked. Her hands caressed Eileen's tender breasts gently, warm and soft on Eileen's skin. "Because I gave you a drug to suppress your memory. I did this so that we would not spoil the surprise on your honeymoon, when your husband told you that you were going to be a sex slave." Eileen cringed and tried to shrink away from the touch.




Training Ch. 05



"Before your wedding, Anthony took you here so that Dr. Moreland could test out your suitability for slave training. We strapped you to this table right here, and then he raped you. Twice. Once in your cunt and once in your mouth. And when he was done, he and I sat here and created the training program we gave to your husband." Her hands slid over Eileen's shoulders. "You came so many times! You even came again when we were talking about your program, without anyone touching you."

Fresh tears filled Eileen's eyes. "How...how could you?"

"Oh, it was wonderful. The way you screamed when he raped you. And then you came so hard! You and I are a lot alike, you know. We complement each other. My yin to your yang."

"No! I'm nothing like you!"

"Oh, but you are! You're my match. My perfect opposite. I've read your file. The only way you can come is from being forced, isn't it? Even when you masturbate, you can't get off unless you're fantasizing about being raped. Is it true that you've never had even a single orgasm without it?"

"That's none of your business!" Eileen cried.

"Yes, it is. Do you know why you're my perfect match? Because you get off from being forced, and I..." She paused. Her soft hands slid back over Eileen's breasts. Her fingers stroked Eileen's swollen, sensitive nipples. "I get off from forcing women. That's why I'm here. That's why I let Dr. Moreland do the things he does to me. Most of his patients come to him willingly, of course. Lots of people have medical fetishes. Some of the women who come here have partners that like sending them here. Some of them don't have partners at all and come here because they love what he does to them. A couple of them are in boring vanilla marriages that don't give them any outlets for their more...unusual kinks. This becomes their outlet. They seek him out, and he provides a service. I am his nurse because it gives me the opportunity to play with them, and indulge my own particular kinks. But you..."

She smiled, and bent down to kiss Eileen's cheek. Eileen cringed in horror and tried to turn away. "You are a very special and very rare creature. With you, it has to be forced. That's the only thing that works for you. Anthony recognized that when you first started dating, and so he did a great deal of work to create a life that you could find sexually satisfying." Her fingernails dragged very lightly over Eileen's neck. She smiled when she saw goose bumps. "He is crazy about you. Absolutely crazy. Willing to move heaven and earth to give you whatever you need to be fulfilled."

"That's a lie!" Eileen spat. "He does it just to satisfy his own sick, perverted urges!"

"Oh, I'm sure that's true," she said. "But there are easier ways for him to get his rocks off. The things that he does to you aren't about him. They're about you. " She smiled again, this time with a hint of feral menace. "But right now, this is about me. Just me. The way I see it, there are a couple of ways this can go. I'm going to be unusually generous and give you a choice."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, you heard the doctor. If I don't make you come, I get half an hour on the auto-sodomizer as punishment. Do you know what that is?"

Eileen shook her head.

"It's one of his inventions. Imagine a barber's chair, only with straps to hold you down. Once you're sitting in it, the whole thing tilts back so that your back is to the ground. There's a hole in the bottom of the chair. The hole lets the shaft go into your ass. There's a dildo on the end of the shaft that fucks you in the ass, and a motor on the other end of the shaft that makes it go. So you're strapped down, see, and it rams you, just like the machine that was used on you today, only in your ass, right? And there's a tube through it, that lets water flow into your ass, so that by the time it's done, you're so full you feel like you want to explode."

She grinned wider, baring her teeth. "I've been on it before. He loves to build things. He usually tests them out on me. It's one of the...um, benefits of being his assistant." Her fingers pinched Eileen's nipples until she gasped. "Now, it might be that after what just happened to you, your body is just too spent. If that's true, and there's nothing I can do to make you come, I'm going to get strapped to the thing I just described for half an hour. Which, just in case you were wondering, is a very long time. So the way I see it, if you can't come and I'm going to be punished, I might as well make the time I spend with you worth the punishment."

"What..." Eileen felt fear clench her gut. "What are you going to do to me?"

"When I started fantasizing about you, I made a special tray, just for you." The nurse opened a cabinet and drew out an instrument tray wrapped in plastic. "See? So many lovely ways to make you scream." She unwrapped the tray and held up a pair of large clamps, tipped in black rubber, connected by a chain. "For your nipples. I bet they're very sensitive right now." She returned it to the tray and picked up another, smaller clamp. "This one goes on your clit." She held up a padded ring with a leather strap attached to each side. "I can put this in your mouth. It'll hold your mouth open, so you won't be able to talk, but you can still scream. And this..." She picked up a large, thick, rubbery-looking dildo, so wide her hands barely fit around it. "This should produce all kinds of wonderful noises, I think."

"No!" Eileen's heart thudded. "It's too big! And I'm so sore! You can't put that in me. Not after...after what the machine did to me!"

"Oh, sweetmeat, it's not going there. No, this is for your ass."

"No! she cried. "No, it could never fit! Never!" More tears leaked from her eyes.

"Oh, you'd be surprised what we can fit up there with the right tools." She picked up another instrument. "This is an anal speculum. This should be just the thing to get it in there. It might not be too comfortable..."

Eileen broke down in sobs. "Please don't," she said.

"Well, like I said, that depends on you. If I can't make you come, then I might as well not even try. I'll just have fun with you, do whatever I want to you. Maybe I'll put on my strap-on and slap you around while I rape you. Get all of my money's worth out of it, you know? But, if you think you can come, even after everything you've just been through, then I can be nice and give you a good hard orgasm, and then I won't be punished. And if I'm not going to be punished, I won't have to make sure that what I do to you will be worth getting punished. So what do you think, sweetmeat? Do you think you can come for me?"

"I...I don't know," Eileen said softly, eyes downcast.

"Well, here's how it is. This starts with me sitting on your face and you licking all that come out of me, because frankly, I don't like how it feels inside me. And it's going to end with me evaluating how much you like being raped in the ass, just like Dr. Moreland said. The stuff that happens in between depends on you. Time to decide. Do you think you can come for me, or not?"

Eileen shook with shame and disgust. "I...I think so."

The nurse nodded. "Good! Actually, I kind of like the idea of making you come. But first I want you to make me come. With your tongue."

The thought sickened Eileen. "No! I...I can't. That...oh, God, no." She made a small choking sound in the back of her throat.

"Okay. Deal's off, then. If you don't want to do it willingly, we'll do it my way."

"No!" Eileen screamed. Her vice sounded hoarse and strained. "Please, no! I...I'll do what you want!"

"Oh?" The nurse raised an eyebrow. "Will you, now? I'm not convinced. Convince me. Say 'Nurse Bowes, please fuck me.'"

Eileen went limp in the straps, defeated. "Nurse Bowes, please fuck me." Her voice sounded mechanical and distant in her ears.

"That's not very convincing. I want you to convince me you want it. And look me in the eye when you're doing it. Tell me you will lick the come out of my cunt. Ask me to make you come."

"I can't!" Eileen wailed. Shame touched her face.

The nurse shrugged and picked up a tube of lubricant. "Okay. Let me just lube up the speculum. We'll do it my way."

"No!" Eileen said. Her cheeks flamed red. "Please! Nurse Bowes, please let..." Her throat closed. She looked away, then forced herself to look back. "Please let me lick...lick the..." Tears of shame leaked down her face. Her voice quavered. "The...the come out of your c...your c...your cunt." The word felt strange and harsh in her mouth. "Please don't hurt me. Please make me come."

The words, and the tears, made Samantha's pussy clench so tightly that for a split second she thought she would get off right there. Her face felt flush with arousal, and her nipples hardened. "Oh, God yes!" she said. 

She climbed onto the table and knelt over Eileen's face. "Yes, you may lick the come out of me. You should thank me, you know. Licking a freshly-fucked pussy is one of life's wonderful little joys. And I say that as someone who doesn't even like men's come." She lowered herself until her labia, dripping with white creamy goo, touched Eileen's lips.

Eileen gagged and choked. The thought of licking a woman's sex repulsed her. Her hands clutched tightly at nothing and her heart hammered in her chest. She closed her eyes tightly and forced herself to extend her tongue. She shuddered when it touched warm flesh.

Samantha sighed. "Get your tongue up in there deep." She settled herself down on Eileen's face, felt Eileen's tongue slide into her. Small gagging sounds came from beneath her. She felt her orgasm rising quickly, and pushed it back down firmly; she wanted more time to enjoy this.

Step by step, move by move, she instructed Eileen how to lick her. Eileen was obedient, if reluctant. Samantha's hips rocked back and forth as Eileen's tongue moved inside her. The thick mixture of Samantha's juices and the doctor's semen dribbled down Eileen's tongue and flowed down her throat, making her choke and sputter. More wet goo coated her lips and face. The overpowering smell and taste of sex flooded Eileen's senses. 

The nurse moaned and moved her hips faster. "Oh, God, that feels good." Eileen's tongue found the hard nub of her clit, and she gasped. "Oh! Oh! OOOOH!" At last, she could not hold it back any more, and the orgasm ripped through her. She screamed her pleasure and pressed herself roughly against Eileen's face. Her hard contractions forced a deluge of come into Eileen's mouth; her gagging sound became a wet liquid burble and her stomach lurched. Eileen flashed to the alley in London, kneeling in the mud while Anthony forced himself into her mouth, and a hot tight wave of unexpected arousal clawed at her.

When it passed, Samantha climbed off of the table panting. "Oh, my God! Oh, sweetmeat, you are good with your tongue." Her fingers wandered down Eileen's captive body. "It looks like licking pussy turns you on."

Eileen curled inwardly in shame. Of all the things her mother had told her about sex, the most dire warnings were saved for the corrupting deviancy of getting naked with another woman. "It will turn you queer," she had said, with a wrinkle of her nose at the word. "It's sick and perverted. Once you even look at some other woman's body in that way, there are no depths of depravity you won't sink to. That's how they get you, you know. They flaunt their bodies in front of you to corrupt your mind."

And now she had been forced to give pleasure to another woman. She could still feel the wetness on her face, taste the awful thick stuff in her mouth, and it made her abused pussy moisten with a fresh wave of intense arousal. What did it mean? Was she corrupted beyond redemption, destined to a life of perverted filth?

Samantha's hands caressed Eileen's bound body. She savored the naked emotions on her face, the shock and disgust mixed with arousal, the look of horror when she realized her own hunger. "Yes, that's right, sweetmeat," she said. Her soft hands fondled Eileen's breasts. "You like it. You can't help it."

Eileen closed her eyes and whimpered. "No," she said softly, not even believing it herself. Her breasts pressed into the nurse's hands with each breath. Samantha felt tiny shudders pass through her body.

"Yes. That's right. Don't fight it." Her hands traveled lower. "You love being raped. It gets you off." She caressed Eileen's inner thighs. "You want me to make you come."

"I...I don't, I..." Eileen stammered. She was afraid to say that she didn't want it, for fear of what the nurse might do to her, how she might hurt her...but the thought of admitting to her own arousal horrified her. 

"Yes, you do. You said so before. Your body is saying so now." Teeth raked gently against her thigh. "I'm going to give you what you want, sweetmeat."

Eileen felt warm breath between her legs. Fingers parted her folds. A tongue flicked lightly against her clit. She spasmed and moaned. "No!"

The tongue pressed harder. Samantha's fingers explored Eileen's pussy, probing very lightly, not quite penetrating. Samantha felt her own body respond to the protest; the cry of "No" sent shivers through her. She swirled her tongue in small circles around Eileen's hard clit and was rewarded with another moan.

The thought of letting the nurse have her this way was suddenly too much to take. Nothing that the nurse could possibly do to her, in that moment, seemed worse than making her come. "No! I changed my mind!" Eileen said. "Please stop! Please don't do this to me!"

Samantha's fingers stretched her open and probed more deeply. Eileen begged and pleaded with her to stop even while the tension built inside her. The nurse's tongue moved nimbly, tracing tiny figures around Eileen's clit. Her fingers found a sensitive spot inside Eileen, causing her to twitch and tighten.

The nurse pressed deeper. Another finger stretched Eileen open. Her knuckles rolled past the tight entrance to her sex. Eileen's scream became a gasp as the nurse's hand slid inside her. She felt pain, and pleasure, and an incredible sense of fullness.

"I know," Samantha said. "Nice, isn't it?" Her hand rotated slightly inside Eileen. Knuckles pressed against the sore spot within her. Eileen screamed as the orgasm blaze through her. 

As it gripped her, she thought again to her mother's words warning of the dangers in being around a naked woman, and something shifted in the landscape of her mind. If these things were true, and she really had been corrupted by the taint of another woman's touch, then there was no saving her any more. The last tattered scraps of her decency were gone, taken by men who were not her husband and by the touch of another woman, so what point was there now to saving herself? Why not, with all that had happened, accept her role?

She felt tears well up, but these were different, cleansing. Soon, her body shook with cathartic sobs. Her pussy twitched around the nurse's hand. "Thank you," she gasped, "thank you, thank you..."

The hand moved inside her. Eileen felt a sense of stretching, a quick flash of pain, and then sudden emptiness. Soft lips pressed against hers. Samantha stroked sides her gently. "Oh, Eileen, you are so lovely," she said. She kissed the sobbing woman with exquisite tenderness. Her fingers wiped the tears from her cheeks. Eileen shook and squirmed helplessly against the straps.

When her tears subsided, Samantha kissed her forehead lightly. "Before I can untie you, you know that I still have to anally rape you for Dr. Moreland."

Eileen nodded silently.

Samantha operated the controls on the exam table. Machinery whirred, and it descended toward the floor. When it was as low as it could go, she pressed another button to cause the front part to rise, until Eileen was seated, still strapped down.

Samantha pulled a chair to the foot of the table. "I'm going to make myself come while I do this," she said. She picked up the same long, double-ended dildo she'd used before and slicked it up with lube. "You don't have to come if you don't want to."

She sat in the chair with her legs spread wide. Eileen felt pressure against her anus, then the head of the dildo penetrating her slowly. She closed her eyes at the violation and gasped.

"Open your eyes," Samantha said. "Look at me."

Eileen opened her eyes and watched as Samantha penetrated herself with the other end of the dildo. One of her hands slid up to fondle her breasts. "Ohhh..." She gripped the dildo firmly and started to move it. Eileen felt it sliding in her ass and shuddered.

"Don't look away!" Samantha commanded. "I want you to watch me come." She felt herself clamp around the dildo inside her in a sudden sharp spasm at the look of shock on Eileen's face. Her nipple swelled under her hand.

Eileen closed her eyes, unable to watch. "Oh, no, you don't," the nurse said. "Open your eyes! Look at me when I'm raping you!"

She began masturbating hard and fast. Every thrust assaulted Eileen's ass. Eileen's eyes, wide with abhorrence and shame, locked on hers. She squeezed her breast tightly and moved the dildo faster, feeling the hot glowing tension of her own building orgasm. "Oh! Oh, God!" she cried. "Look at me! Watch me come!"

Eileen struggled uselessly, helpless to stop the rough assault of the dildo inside her. She saw the nurse's nipples harden, watched as she threw her head back and screamed in pleasure. "Onnngh!" Feelings of degradation and embarrassment at being used this way flooded her. Her pussy twitched and wetness flowed.

Samantha panted on the chair, one hand still on her breast, until her heartbeat slowed. After she had recovered, she slid the dildo from herself, then withdrew it from Eileen's ass "Oh," she said, "you take it in the ass so nicely. I put together the kit your husband used on you on your honeymoon. I have fantasized so many times about those probes going up into you. Did you scream when he used them on you?"

Eileen looked away. "Yes," she whispered softly.

"Oh!" Samantha said. Her cheeks flushed with excitement. Her hands slid over her body, cupped both breasts. "Did you come with the probes up your ass?"

Eileen nodded wordlessly.

"Oh, God," Samantha said. "You're making me want to come again." Eileen flushed. Samantha looked at her with sympathy. "Don't worry, I'm done playing with you for now. I seem to have made you a mess, though. Let me help you with that."

She turned away from Eileen and moved to the sink. Eileen watched powerlessly while she filled a bowl with warm water. When she was done, she turned back to her captive.

Eileen twisted helplessly against the straps while the nurse gave her a thorough, efficient sponge bath. The feel of the sponge on her skin reminded her how Anthony had cleaned her after all the men had used her, and she whimpered, ashamed all over again. 

After she was finished, Samantha stood and opened a drawer. "I have a surprise for you," she said. She pulled on a pair of gloves and showed Eileen a small, unmarked tube, identical to the one that Anthony had had in London. "Do you know what this is?"

Eileen's eyes opened wide in fright. "No! Please!"

"Ah, I guess you do." The nurse squeezed some white cream onto her fingers and began rubbing it in to one of Eileen's nipples. The burning ache faded. "Dr. Moreland developed this stuff. It's basically just a mild Benzocaine cream with some special additions." She squeezed out some more and rubbed it in to Eileen's other nipple. "He mixes in encapsulated capsaicin, ginger oil, and menthol. Those start to get released at about the same time as the anesthetic starts to wear off."

Her fingers parted Eileen's labia. She ran a long ribbon of cream directly over her clit. "The capsaicin causes the tingling feeling. The ginger oil makes the burning sensation and increases blood flow, which makes you more sensitive. The menthol is what gives you that itch. It took him a while to get the formulation right. He did all of his experimentation on me. The first few batches were way too strong. I was strapped to that table, right where you are now, screaming, while he wrote in that damn notebook of his."




Training Ch. 06



Anthony took her by the arm and led her to the car. The vibrator pulsed rhythmically. Eileen felt her nipples harden in response. She was sore, aching, and over-used. The fact that her body was still capable of responding this way, even after what it had been through, surprised her. In the car, she closed her eyes and tried to relax. The throbbing buzz grew and ebbed slowly. Thoughts of the nurse's hands touching her flowed through her mind. She shuddered slightly and pushed them away. Somewhere far away came the sounds of the engine starting. They glided onto the road.

"Well?" Anthony's voice intruded into her reverie.

She jumped. "What?"

"I said, you look like you haven't been fucked nearly enough today. From the looks of it, you still need more."

"No!" Her voice sounded frantic in her ears.

He chuckled. "Well, now. That's unfortunate, since I'm nowhere near done with you yet. You poor thing." He navigated the car off the road into a parking lot. "You're still missing something, I think. We can take care of that here."

She sat up to look around. He'd taken them to a small, nondescript strip mall. A Vietnamese restaurant, a haircutting salon, a pet store, a garden center, and a couple of empty spaces with "For lease" signs taped to the glass all clung together under cheerful red eaves. "Why are we here?"

"I told you. You're still missing something." He stepped out onto the pavement. "Come along, little whore! We don't have all day. We have places to go!"

Eileen climbed up out of the car. The vibrator pulsed once. She gasped and clung to the edge of the door.

"Come on," he said when she straightened again. "We have things to do."

He led her by the hand into the pet store. A bell over the door jangled. "Why are we here?" she asked.

"Hush." He drew her through narrow aisles piled high with dog food and pet treats. Finally, he stopped in front of a display of collars. "Pick one."

"What?" she said.

"Pick one. For you to wear."

"Anthony! You can't be serious!"

"Oh, no?" He chose a wide collar, black with red stripes, from the shelf and held it out to her. "Try it on."

"No! Absolutely not! Anthony, that's degrading!"

"Hm. Well, then." From inside his pocket he pulled out a small pair of fingernail scissors. "Hold still." He made a quick snip. The top button of her blouse bounced off the edge of the metal shelf and rolled down the floor.

"Anthony! What are you doing?"

He grinned. "I'm sorry, I must have forgotten to tell you how this works." He winked. "Totally slipped my mind. We're going to play a game. Every time you are disobedient, you lose a button. I'd be careful, if I were you. You don't have very many to lose. And if I recall correctly, you're not wearing anything under that blouse." He offered her the collar again. "Try it on."

"No! That's disgusting!"

"And that's two." Another snip, and a second button went skittering down the floor. The top of her blouse parted.

"Anthony! Stop it!"

He gazed at her. "I will strip you naked right here in this store if you do not do as I say. Put the collar on."

"Anthony!" Tears of shame welled up in her eyes. "I don't want to do this!"

"If you don't like that collar, that's okay. Pick another one. One that suits your tastes better." He waved at the shelf. "One way or another, you are definitely walking out of here wearing a collar. Whether or not you're wearing anything else, well..." He grinned. "That's up to you."

"Anthony!"

"Do you want to make it three?" He held up the scissors.

"No!"

"Okay. But I won't wait very long."

"I..." She raised the collar to her neck. Her shaking hands fumbled with the buckle. "I can't do it, Anthony, I just can't!"

"Well, tell you what. We can stay here until you run out of buttons, and then I'll put it on for you. How does that sound?"

"Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is?"

He grinned wider. "Oh, I might have an inkling. Bet it'll be even more embarrassing when you lose that next button!"

"No!"

"What a dilemma. Stay dressed and put the collar on yourself, or let me put it on for you and go topless. Whatever will you do?" He smirked at her. "I can't wait to see which ne you choose!"

She brought the dog collar to her neck. Her hands shook hard enough to make her fumble with the buckle. Shame and humiliation rose. Her nipples tightened.

Anthony stepped back and looked at her critically. "Hmm. No, I don't think so," he said. "The red doesn't go with your skirt. Try another one."

She shuddered. "Anthony, please..." she whispered.

"Now."

She chose another collar at random and brought it to her neck. While she stood in the aisle buckling it on, the vibrator inside her started up again, slowly at first, gradually building to a higher and higher speed. She moaned once, very softly.

"Nope, definitely not. Those rhinestones just aren't doing it for me. Try another."

She took down a wide green collar with a black plastic buckle. The smooth webbed nylon felt strange against her throat. He looked her up and down critically. "Hmm, I don't know. That one really clashes, don't you think?" He pursed his lips. "I think you should try a different one."

While she searched for just the right collar, a handful of customers came through the store. Some of them paid no attention to her, but some of them stopped to watch. Her face turned red and her nipples hardened.

It took almost twenty minutes and over a dozen collars before she found one that met with his approval-a deep navy, nearly black, with a thin white stripe along its length. The vibrator buzzed rapidly enough to make her whimper. Wetness trickled down her leg.

Anthony picked up a matching leash. "We'll need this too." He handed it to her. "Go pay for these things and we can go."

She reached to remove the collar. He slapped her hand. "No. Leave it on."

"Anthony, no!" Her voice cracked with shame. "You can't make me do this!"

"I can and I am." He reached for her button.

"Okay!" she cried, defeated. He watched her head for the front of the store, grinning.

The cashier turned out to be a man who looked to be in his late twenties, with spiked hair and a Soul Asylum T-shirt. His eyes swept her as she approached. "Wow, you are smoking!" he said.

Anthony came up behind her. "Say 'thank you' to the nice man."

The cashier grinned. "She's hot! Is she your girlfriend?" His eyes didn't leave her breasts.

"My wife, actually. If you think she's hot now, you should see her tits. Which..." He held up the scissors. "...you may get to do, if she doesn't do as she's told." 

Her face flushed again. "Thank you," she mumbled.

"Just the leash for you today?"

Anthony cleared his throat, arms folded. Eileen turned even redder. "No," she stammered, "the collar too. The-the one I'm wearing...oh!" Deep within her, the vibration paused for a second, then started again, stronger than before. She stumbled and grabbed the counter tightly. She moaned, eyes closed, helpless to stop the pleasure surging through her...

The vibration stopped.

She hung there, feeling like a fly dangling from a spider's web. Her body shuddered. A slick glaze of sweat clung to her skin. For a second, she felt that she might come anyway, even without the vibration. Slowly, the feeling slipped away from her. When her vision cleared, she found herself just inches from the cashier's startled blue eyes. "Oh. I...I'm..."

"That's...umm, nine dollars and fifty-four cents," he said. 

The vibrator pulsed once. Her breath caught. She fought down a sudden urge to kiss him, deeply, recklessly. 

"I...oh." The moment passed. She fumbled in her purse, drew out some folded bills, and passed them to him. Some faraway corner of her mind noticed that he was staring down her shirt, where the missing buttons revealed the soft curves of her breasts. She watched with helpless embarrassment, wishing she were wearing a bra, wondering if he could see her nipples. The rest of her brain was still struggling with the task of counting out bills.

When the exchange was complete, Eileen fled the store. She wished, desperately, for a way to make her exit more graceful, but the spikes at her thighs forced her to walk with hips swaying. The cashier's eyes stayed glued to her ass the entire way.

Once they were out in the parking lot, hot anger shouldered her arousal aside. "Anthony! You bastard! How dare you do that to me! You have no right, you son of-"

He grabbed her and kissed her roughly. The anger raged. She pushed him away. "No! Not this time! Enough! I will not let you do these things to me any more! You can't treat me like this and just expect me to play along with you. You've had your fun, humiliating me in front of other people, letting that..." Her body shuddered. "That nurse do things to me, forcing yourself on me. I won't put up with...oh! Oh!"

The vibrator kicked to life with a staccato of short fast bursts, strong and intense. She leaned against the side of the car, legs spread, panting.

"Yes?" Anthony said. He kissed along the side of her neck. One hand slid inside her shirt to caress her breast. Eileen moaned.

The anger melted under a fresh wave of sexual need. Her hips pressed against Anthony's. Over her shoulder, she could see the cashier in the pet store, pressed up against the window watching them. Her pussy clenched. Her arms slid around Anthony's back. "Oh, God, that feels good," she whispered.

"Yes, it does, doesn't it? You really can't help it. This is the way your body wants to be treated." Fingers tightened on her nipple. "This is what you are. Being a slave is the only thing that gets you off."

"Oh! Oh God, I'm going to-"

"No, you're not. Not yet."

The vibrator stopped. Eileen whimpered in frustration. "Anthony! You can't-"

"I can."

"Anthony, please!"

"No." He grinned. "Get in the car."

Sullen, she did as she was told. The cashier watched them pull away.

They didn't speak for a long time. The vibrator inside her didn't move; Eileen could feel it lifeless within her, and found herself tightening around it over and over again, trying to coax it back into motion. Nothing. Anthony seemed to pay no attention to her at all.

They wound their way through Boston's downtown streets. Eileen found her hunger subsiding. As it did, the little hot spark of anger flared again. She folded her arms tightly across her chest and stared out the window. The anger felt like the only thing she could control, the one part of her she still owned. Anthony could take possession of her body, even make it respond in ways she didn't want it to, but he couldn't dictate how she would feel...

Very gently, so subtly she wasn't aware of it at first, the vibrator started up again. She became aware of a tightening inside her. A faint warm flush passed through her. It sped up, very gradually. She closed her eyes and sighed. Visions of strange men holding her down, forcing her to do the most obscene things imaginable, swirled uninvited in her mind. 

The anger faded. In its place, she felt that familiar flare of need. Her hips rocked. The sighs became moans. 

She barely noticed when Anthony pulled off the main road and drove up the steep ramp into a parking garage. She was beyond caring about anything except the device buzzing powerfully inside her. She clenched the edges of the seat. "Oh! Oh!"

Anthony parked the car. She heard, distantly, the sound of his door opening. The vibrator sped up. Her back arched. "Oh!"

Then, right on cue, it stopped. The orgasm that had felt so close fled. A painful wave of agonizing desperation washed over her, her need so powerful that tears welled in her eyes. She slid her fingers between her legs, and encountered hard metal. Her fingers curled into the edge of the seat. "Oh, God. Please, please! Anthony!"

Anthony opened her door. A little smirk played across his face, instantly fanning the tiny ember of anger inside her into a roaring flame. She glared up at him in fury. "I've had enough! Take me home this instant. Your sick little games have gone way too far. I'm done. No more! You can't keep doing this too me!"

"Hmm. You know, you keep saying that. If I didn't know better, I'd almost think you believed it." He smiled. "I like these games. You do too. Shall we go?"

"No! I'm not leaving this car until you bring me back home!"

"Oh, I bet that's not true. It's just a matter of motivating you properly, I think." He pulled out the scissors. Before she could stop him, he snipped off the next button. Her shirt parted.

"Anthony!" She folded her arms over her shirt. "Stop it!"

The vibrator kicked back into action, strong. She shuddered. Her nipples hardened. Fresh arousal coursed through her body, stealing her breath away. The anger retreated in front of its advance.

He stroked her cheek gently. "Oh, my darling little whore," he said softly. "You really can't help it. You enjoy this so much." He lifted her hand to his lips. "Don't fight it. Let it happen."

Her breathing quickened. The vibration peaked and started to slow. She let out a low sigh. Every part of her body tingled; the arousal hummed inside her, making her want to surrender to him. She rose and stood meekly next to him. It surprised her how quickly the anger had drained away in the face of sexual arousal. Her determination that had seemed cast in iron just a minute ago had melted into compliance with frightening speed. The insistent need, painful and humiliating, hummed through her.

He led her by the hand out of the garage. They emerged into the fading sun. She looked around and saw they were right on the edge of the commons. "What are we doing?"

"Enjoying the day." He led her across the street. "I have to go back to work tomorrow, so I wanted to spend some time with you." The park opened up before them, inviting them in. He drew her close. "And I want some ice cream."

"What? We haven't had dinner yet!"

"Life's uncertain. Eat dessert first." He nuzzled her neck. "There's more to living than getting from cradle to grave by the most clearly marked path, you know. Come on!"

Her outrage wavered and finally drained away. The late afternoon air quivered all around her, beautiful, filled with the promise of joy, the end of one of those Boston late spring days that seemed too beautiful to be true. They took a meandering path through the park, along the trails that wound in no particular hurry through its center.

The vibrator came alive with a steady low-speed hum. Eileen found that she was enjoying the walk, even in spite of the spikes strapped around her thighs and the device locked inside her throbbing, aching sex. The anger she had tried so hard to hold on to, that had felt so fierce and consuming only a few minutes ago, had gone without a trace. She wondered how that was possible. The air was cool and pleasant. Squirrels darted across the path in front of them. Anthony seemed happy to let her set the pace. They walked hand in hand, her hips swaying.

The ease of all of it still surprised her. She seemed to be willing to allow him to possess her this way, and she still didn't understand why. Her hips touched his occasionally while they walked, and every time they did, shivers went through her spine.

Hours earlier, she had been strapped to a table, over-used beyond anything she ever thought her body could take, and then raped by another woman. Now, she was walking through a park with the top of her shirt open in a way that would horrify any person of moral decency, with an obscene vibrating thing buried inside her...and somehow she was happy. How could that be? Why she still not left him?

"Penny for your thoughts," Anothony said. "Fifty cents to act them out." He grinned. She squeezed his hand but didn't reply.

Presently, they came to the edge of the commons. Anthony led her across the street into a small ice cream shop with an odd name. The place was quite crowded, forcing them to thread their way to a small table in the rear. He motioned for her to sit. "I'll be right back."

As soon as he left her side, she felt suddenly vulnerable. Her shirt was parted enough to expose a lot more cleavage than she was comfortable with, and she was shockingly aware of how far the spikes made her part her legs. The vibrator, as if it could read her thoughts, ratcheted up its speed. She gasped.

Anthony appeared next to her a short while later, holding an enormous banana split in a plastic boat. He grinned devilishly as he sat. "You look positively delicious, my dear little whore." He scooted his stool next to hers. "I only brought one spoon. I'm afraid we'll have to share."

He moved in closer to nuzzle her neck. "I know how you like sharing," he murmured softly in her ear. She blushed.

Slowly, bit by bit, the ice cream disappeared. After he fed her each spoonful, he planted a small, gentle kiss on her lips. Eileen could not prevent herself from sighing in pleasure.

The bananas, hidden beneath the layers of the dessert, appeared. Eileen noticed that the sundae had been made with whole bananas. His intentions became clear to her a split second before he reached for one of them. Her eyes widened. "No! You aren't-"

"Yes," he said, and winked.

"Oh, no. No, no, no. Anthony! That's obscene! No, I won't! You can't-"

The end of the banana touched her lips. "You need practice."

She turned her face away, flushing crimson. "Anthony! We're in a public place! No!"

"Yes." His voice was steel. He made a quick motion. She caught a glint of metal, and then another of her buttons was snipped away. Her shirt, held together only by a single button, parted wider.

"Anthony!" Her face turned redder. "No! Not here!" The anger bubbled up again from some hidden spring. Humiliation wound around her. "You can't!"

The vibrator sped up. She yelped and clenched her legs tightly together. Spikes bit into her thighs. She screamed and flung her legs apart. Anthony slipped the end of the banana between her lips, and to her horror they wrapped around it automatically. Her stomach lurched. Waves of fierce, overpowering sexual need crashed through her. The scream turned to a moan. Her eyes closed. He was playing her body precisely, forcing her to respond. She felt defenseless against the raging, churning arousal that swept over her. His hand slid up the back of her neck, and his fingers twisted through her hair. He held her steady and pushed the banana deeper.

"Do you need anythi-err, I'm sorry!"

Her eyes flew open at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. The server stood in front of them holding a tray in his hand, staring down Eileen's shirt. Time slowed. She realized with creeping horror that her breasts were almost completely exposed; from where he stood, he could clearly see her hard nipples. She felt the banana sliding between her lips and became aware that she was moving her head up and down obscenely over it, of her own volition, without Anthony forcing her to. Heat crawled up her neck, into her ears. Anthony grinned.

"Not a problem at all," Anthony said. "We're fine. Thank you."

He cleared his throat. "Well, then, um, if you, uh, need anything, you know, anything at all, err...just say so."

"Thank you! We will."

He backed up away from their table so suddenly that he collided with the chair behind him. "Sorry. Sorry. Err, let me know if you...you know."

When he had gone, Anthony took the banana from her lips. "Very good. You're getting the hang of it!" His eyes sparkled with mirth as he bit off the end.

"Anthony! You...oh!" The vibrator began a deep, powerful throbbing inside her. Surges of pleasure sucked her breath away. Her entire body shook. It held her there, on the edge of ecstasy, for a long moment before it slowed. "Oh!" The feelings subsided, became a hurting need. She panted for breath, her mind in a turmoil.




Training Ch. 06



All day Bonnie and Jane talked about Jane's son Bobby and how they were going to have him service his mom tonight if all went well as planned. Jane could hardly wait to start it had been years since she had a man's cock inside her pussy. She had wanted her son almost from the time she was alone. He had grown into a handsome man, so big and tall and strong. But, that day she accidently walked in on him and saw him masturbating as his cum flew all over their bathroom she knew he was the one she wanted.

The two women spent the day shopping for new things to wear for her new lover. A new bikini that had a thong as a bottom and a small up bra for a top was the highlight of these purchases. Her body looked almost naked in it. The top was just a small piece of material that held her tits in place with small straps that went over her shoulders. You could easily slip a hand in and cup the breast or lift the bra over the tits and expose them completely. The bottom was the smallest thong they could find. Her ass and pussy were covered with about an inch of material. She couldn't wait to show her Bobby this bathing suit she knew he would love it.

They purchased some short tight skirts and tops that showed off her ample breasts and her long shapely legs. The new underwear was small and mostly clear or thong types too. It only covered what it had to cover.

But, the one thing she loved the most was the little black dress. It was very short, hip hugging and showed off her round firm ass, thighs and her legs. The top of the dress was cut low and showed a large amount of her breasts just covering her red nipples. A man could easily put his hand down it too and cup a perfect globe. After tonight Jane knew that she would be fucking Bobby as often as he wanted her. And, she hoped that would be often. So she wanted Bobby to have full advantage of her body whenever he wanted to touch it. These clothes would surely give him that opportunity!

Then the ladies went to the liquor store and purchased some sweet wine which Jane and Bonnie both loved. Then it was home to tease and encourage Bobby to begin to take control of his mother's sex life. 

Bobby had showed and shaved and was waiting for them as he and Bonnie had planned. Bobby and she had planned this day and night. Bonnie and Jane had also planned this day and night. Neither Bobby nor Jane knew what the other one had talked to Bonnie about. But they both knew today was the day that her son was going to take her body and give her everything she wanted needed and lusted for over the past few years since her husband died..

When the women came into the house they immediately saw Bobby sitting there waiting for them on the sofa watching TV. He was dressed in a pair of athletic shorts and a tee shirt. He smelled clean and of after have and both ladies hoped they knew what was in store for Jane. 

Bonnie came in the door first and smiled and winked at him. She said: "Wait until you see what we got for your mom! She looks so sexy in the new clothes we got today."

Bobby smiled and said: "What did you get mom?"

Jane smiled and kissed her son on the cheek as she sat the bags down on the chair. Then she said: "Lots of new clothing, skirts, dresses, undies and a surprise you are going to love. I want to surprise you Bobby. Want to see them? Want me to model them for you?"

Bobby smiled and said: "Yes, how about a fashion show from my two favorite ladies?"

Bonnie told them that she would just watch and help Jane change for her man of the house. She wanted to make sure Bobby behaved. Jane and Bobbie smiled and Bonnie said: "You sit right there sweetie and we'll go into the bedroom and change. You are going to love what your mom got today Bobby."

When Jane went into the bedroom Bonnie turned and said: "And she got them just for you. All her new clothes were purchased for you baby, she wants to make you so happy. When we're done showing you them we'll start to seduce her like we talked about."

Bobby sat on the sofa like they had planned and Bonnie went into the bedroom to help his mom with the new clothes. She would try on the skirt and blouses first. Then the black little dress, and then she would show him the new undies and bikini. She was still a little scared to try them on and show her son so much of her body before she had some wine.

Bonnie asked Bobby to open the wine and fill the glasses for them. He did and then waited. The door opened and Jane stepped out in a VS skirt, short and tight and hugged her hips. She turned around slowly and let him see her ass and hips. Her blouse was held around her shoulders like a peasant blouse and showed off her breasts which his eyes fixed on immediately. She didn't wear a bra, and her nipples stood out hard and thick. 

Bobby licked his lips and stood up and walked towards her. She smiled and asked: "So what do you think Bobby? Am I hot or an old bag?"

He hugged her and ran his hands down her back and pulled her into him. She let him hold her and then pulled back and smiled as she heard him say: "Hot. Damn mom you look great! You have a killer body. Where had you been hiding it all these years?"

She kissed him on the cheek and he just looked down at her tits which were pushing out against the fabric of the blouse. She slowly turned around for him letting him see her ass and long legs. Bobby loved this new image of his mom and his cock was already growing hard.

Jane said: "I have three more outfits like this in different colors."

Bonnie held up the other two outfits for Bobby to see. Bobby smiled and told her: "God mom you look wonderful, when did you get so damn sexy?"

Jane just laughed and said: "Wait until you see what's next baby! I got a nice little black dress for when you take me out to dinner sometime."

Bobby went back to the sofa as the girls went back into the bedroom. Bonnie told Jane: "Wear the black panties and bra under them. And show him them. I mean lift your dress and show him your panties and those sexy long legs."

Jane didn't say anything but she started to take off the skirt and blouse. Then Bonnie said: "Just do it Jane. Get your ass out there and show him what he could have if he just tried by asking you for it. Wear the underwear with the dress. And tell him you have stockings and a garter belt to go with them. Or put them all on."

Jane threw caution to the wind and put on the panties bra and then decided to put on the stockings and garter belt, all black, under the little dress. 

Bobby yelled: "Come on what's taking you guy so long?"

Bonnie opened the door a little and told him: "Relax it will worth it. You just wait until you see how damn sexy your mom looks."

When the door opened, Jane came out and stood there looking at her sexy son. She looked beautiful. Bobby was shocked and said: "Jesus!!! Mom you look stunning! The dress is really great it shows off your body perfectly. I love it."

Bonnie came out behind Jane and said: "Show him what you have on under that little dress Jane."

Jane said: "Sit back down and don't move and I'll show you."

Bobby smiled and said: "OK!! My hands and feet are frozen mom, show me."

Jane asked Bonnie to unzip her. Bonnie pulled the zipper down and Jane bent forward a little a letting the dress slide off her arms. She stepped out of it and stood there. She had her black push up bra which hardly held her large breasts. Only the nipples were covered at the top. As Bobby looked down his mother's body he saw the garter belt and stockings and those black panties. Her long legs looked beautiful in those stockings. He couldn't believe his eyes, his mother was astonished beautiful. Dressed like she was, was the first time he had ever seen her like that and he wanted to see more of her. 

Bonnie saw the lust on Bobby's face and said: "Turn around Jane show him the back."

Jane smiled a little but actually she was scared and very excited. But, she turned around and let Bobby take in all of her body. She got a little bold and bent over a little and smiled at him as he watched her ass shake in those little black panties. Then she said: "Well? Say something."

Bobby was speechless, his mouth was dry and his cock was hard. There was a serious budge growing in his shorts. Bonnie said: "Give your mom a hung Bobby. Come here and hug her. She looks great doesn't she?"

Bobby got up and went to his mom and wrapped his arms around her and hung her tight. She felt his hard cock pressing against her womanly slit hidden only by her black silk panties and she sighed as he pulled her tight. Bonnie smiled at him and winked.

After a few minutes Bobby moved them apart a little and lifted Jane's face up so she was looking in his eyes. He said: "You're beautiful. Very, very beautiful. Your outfits look fantastic."

Then before either knew it they were kissing and holding each other tight again. Bobby pushed his cock against her harder and she didn't move. Jane let him kiss her long and hard and she felt his hand run down her back and over her ass. She jumped and then moaned but she didn't move away as Bobby held both of her ass cheeks and pulled her lower body hard against his cock. Again, she didn't stop him. 

Finally they separated and Jane said: "WOW you really like this outfit don't you Bobby?"

He just stood there looking at her body and smiled. Bonnie said: "Wait until you see what next Bobby. Here Janie have some wine I think you need it."

Jane and Bonnie both took big gulps and the women walked back into the bedroom. Bobby stood there waiting.

As Jane undressed she had her new bikini out and looked at Bonnie and said: "His cock is so fucking hard!! He pushed it into me as we kissed. He wants me bad Bonnie as bad as I want him I just know it. God I hope I don't screw this up!"

Bonnie smiled and said: "Told you! Now do what we talked about and you won't fuck this up. Get into that bikini and come back into the living room when you're ready. I'll be out front with him. Make sure you sit next to him on the sofa like we talked about. And for God sakes Jane let him touch you."

Bonnie gave Jane her glass of wine and then went out and told Bobby to sit back down on the sofa and wait. Jane downed her wine too. Bobby did what Bonnie told him to do and sat and waited. 

When the door of the bedroom opened he almost choked when he saw his mom in her new thong bikini! She was magnificent. He just sat there and watched as Jane walked over to the sofa and turned around showing off her tits and ass. There was only an inch of material that covered her bottom and went over her pussy. She turned around and modeled it like she felt was the sexiest way to do it. She saw Bobby large cock jump in his shorts as he saw her moving in that little bikini.

She said: "Well?"

Bobby stood up and pulled her to him, he kissed her again and cupped her ass again and began to rub it and play with it as he tried to reach under her ass and feel her cunt. She stopped him and pulled back. She shook her finger and smiled at him as Bobby grabbed her and pulled her to him again. Bonnie handed her another glass of wine and Jane drank it down.

Bobby kissed her harder this time and sank his tongue into her mouth! Jane sucked on it and held her son tight as they humped a little against each other. She could feel his hard cock pushing hard again against her thong and she rubbed back hard against it now. Her cunt was wet and she could feel the moisture as he pushed into her.

Eventually they separated and Jane said: "WOW! I have to sit down Bobby you're a very good kisser Bonnie."

Bonnie smiled and said; "Yes, yes I know."

Bobby sat next to Jane and Bonnie sat on the other side of him as they had planned. Bobby just kept looking at his mom's tits and long legs in that bikini. The bra held her breasts up so the round smooth full breast tops looked so good Bobby wanted to hold them and feel them and remove the top and nurse on his mother's nipples so badly. 

The bottom of the bikini was a thong. A one inch piece of material that just covered her pussy was all that was to it. Hoe long legs and hips and pelvis all showed as se sat there next to her son. Bobby began thinking that Jane had to shave her cunt completely or some hair would have shown. The idea of his mother shaving her pussy made Bobby's cock even harder if that was possible.

Jane turned to him and she lifted her head and let him kiss her. Bobby couldn't stop himself and as their lips pressed against each other he reached up and cupped her right breast. At first she didn't stop him! He felt the weight and fullness of his mother's breast. So nice and big and soft and yet firm. That he started to stroke it and worked his fingers around the material that covered her nipples. They were hard as rocks and pushing against the bra material.

Her son's hand felt very good to her and Bobby was very good at touching and rubbing them. He was making her more and more excited with each touch. She laid in his arms her head against his shoulder and they kissed and shared tongues. Jane relaxed completely until he tried to push his hand down under the bra to cup her bear breast. She whispered: "No baby I'm not ready. Not yet, please don't, wait a little longer please."

She stopped his hand with her own and then took a large drink of her wine. There seemed to be a full glass in front of her all the time now. As Bobby and Jane made out she drank more of the wine that Bonnie supplied. She loved the soft touch of her son's hand and the way he lifted and squeeze he breast and pinch and rolled the nipple all on the outside of her top. 

Bobby's cock was throbbing it was so hard it hurt. He actually felt he might cum in his shorts just from looking at his mother's body and touching it. He knew she wanted him to fuck her today she was just scared. It would just take a little time to get her ready. Bonnie had told him not to rush it and be understanding. He would and could do that since just the idea of fucking Jane was a fantasy for him for years. If he wasn't masturbating to Bonnie he was doing it to his mother image.

Bobby had learned how to hold back and not cum, Bonnie taught him well. He was also concentrating on staying calm and making his mother hotter and hotter and in need to have her lust and sexual drive satisfied. He worked his hand over the cups again and worked particularly o her nipples. Rubbing around the nipples that were much more pronounced and visible sticking out against her top made his job easier. He had not trouble pinching then better now. Even if they were still covered Jane was feeling more stimulation.

But, each time he tried to get his hand down under the cup of the bikini bra, his mother would stop him. But each time he got under it just a little further and she let his hand stay there a few seconds longer. The plan he and Bonnie had talked about was beginning to work Jane was getting more excited and wanted more touching from her son. 

They were making hot and heavy now and sharing tongues as he felt his mother's tits more and more. He also touched her face and shoulders and belly as he whispered in her ear how much he wanted her. Jane just sighed and held him tight as he worked on her,

Then he tried one last time to put his hand down under the top of the bra as he told his mother: "Come on mom; let me feel them without the bra. Let me make you feel good. Come on let me put my hand down there and touch you."

She relaxed her hand and he made it. But instead of putting his hand down her bra, he lifted the bra up over her tits and they came falling out. His big hand could hardly cover her large breast as he cupped the closest one. Her breasts were full and solid and so round and firm that his hand over flowed with tit. But he felt her nipple now with skin to skin touching it. It was rock hard. "Oh Bobby", Jane moaned into his mouth as he kissed her and squeezed her tit more. 

There is so much difference between touching a tit with a bra over it as to when you feel a man's hand cup the bare breast and rub the nipple. So much better skin to skin! Jane loved how it felt and held her son tight as they kissed and he made slow easy love to her breast.

The touch was so good she held his arm as his hand was n her breast but she didn't hold it. Bobby was able to work around and play with the nipple and excited her more.

With just a little work he was able to lift the bikini top up completely up over her head and off her tits. All of her breasts were now free of clothing. When they came out of her bra top they were magnificent and Bobby immediately bent down and took a nipple into his sucking mouth. 

Jane held his head and sighed as she felt such a shot of lust flow over her body and centered in her clit. She moaned as she looked at Bonnie. 'OH Bobby! That feels so good baby! Suck mommy's nipples for her. Yes oh yes! God yes keep sucking", she hissed lustfully in he ear as she watched his head over her tits and felt his mouth on her nipple.

Bonnie was smiling at Jane and shook her head up and down as Jane closed her eyes and let Bobby work on her breasts. He had both of them now and moved from one to the other and back again just like Bonnie had taught him. His tongue and mouth were so good, so evil and so sexual that Jane moaned and moaned as he worked on her. 

When he came back to her mouth she pulled him against her hard and shoved her tongue into his mouth as she put her thigh over his leg and pressed down on it with her pussy. She held him and pressed her body hard against him as she kissed and kissed and kissed him.

Bonnie ran her hand up Bobby's other thigh and moved down to his inner side as she moved her hand over his hard on. It was so hard she knew he was ready. She looked at him and smiled when he looked back at her. She whispered in his ear: "It's time baby, move your hand to her pussy and see what she does."

As the two lovers kissed Bobby pulled his mom towards him and ran his arm around her back. Bobby went to work with his mouth and hands again and Jane lay back against the sofa and opened her self to him now letting him please her. She was soaking wet between her legs and that little thong couldn't hid the fact that she was almost dripping. 

As Bobby worked on her tits like a pro, Jane became more sexually excited. Then she felt something she had never experienced before from having her tits and nipples played with like Bobby was doing to her. As he grabbed her ass cheek her body began to shutter and all of a sudden it was giving her an orgasm. Her cit throbbed and her pussy flooded and she arched her hips into his thigh and humped slow on his leg slowly at first but then faster and faster. 

She was having an orgasm!! It was only from her son licking and touching he breasts and squeezing her ass cheeks. It wasn't a mind blowing or earth shattering orgasm but she was having an orgasm. She felt like she was floating and Bobby felt her shutter and shake and realized she was cumming. He held her and kissed her until it was over.

As Jane climaxed Bonnie ran her hand up Bobby's leg and used her fingers nails to outline the large shaft of his hard on under his shirts. She whispered in his ear: "I told you she was hot and ready to fuck didn't I?"

Jane was sucking his tongue, as his hands went back to working her tits and nipples and her best friend was now beginning to stroke Bobby's cock on the outside of his shorts. Jane's pussy was so wet her small thong was soaked with her juices.

Bobby's mouth moved from her lips to her tits and sucked her nipples as he massaged her large breasts and his work was beginning to really get to her. As she held her son's head and let him suck and tongue her nipples, she saw Bonnie slowly running her hand up and down his swollen budge. When Bonnie looked up and saw Jane watching her she smiled at her and opened Bobby's short. 




Training Ch. 06



Bonnie pulled out his hard cock and began to jerk him off as Jane watched. Bonnie smiled as she ran her hand up and down the shaft and tickle the cock head and the under side of his young hard cock making Bobby moan with pleasure. Jane just watched as Bobby's cock jumped and moved on its own.

As she watched his big cock right there being held by her best friend, Jane couldn't stand it. Her body was trembling and when Bobby moved his hand from her breast down between her legs she arched her hips pushing her cunt into his hand. When she felt him rub her wet cunt and pull the thong over and out of the way. She moaned: "Oh God!! Stop! Oh god Bobby!! Stop please!!"

But he didn't stop. Instead he squeezed her pussy moving the thong out more until her complete pussy was open to his touch. His hand was wet and her pussy felt like it was on fire. He began to rub her wetness directly like he did her tits. While it felt absolutely amazing to Jane, she grabbed his hand and as they fought over where the hand was going. 

Bobby was rubbing and trying to get his fingers into her pussy hole. Jane needed to stop him. She quickly sat up and yelled: "Stop!! Please Bobby! Stop it. I have to pee or there's going to be an accident."

She got up and as Bonnie held Bobby's big hard cock so he couldn't go after her they watched as Jane hurried to the bedroom. They both watched her ass wiggle and sway as she hurried away.

When she left Bonnie just continued to play with Bobby's cock. She told him: "Wait, she'll be back and things will get hotter. I'm telling you she is in heat but she is scared Bobby! So just relax and let Bonnie make you nice and hard for your mom."

He lay back against the sofa and just watched as Bonnie made love to his dick. Bobby reached for her tits as they waited for Jane to come back into the room. Bonnie said: "If she doesn't come out soon I'm going in after her. But let your cock stay out. I want her to see it real hard and want it. I'll get her to touch it and then we'll see how she responds."

She stroked and played with it and then she had an idea. She told him: "Remove all your clothes now Bobby and let your mother see you like this with your hard cock sticking up in the air. Besides when she is ready you won't have to stop and get undressed you'll already be ready."

Bobby had no intentions of covering it up. He loved to have his cock out from under his clothes and have Bonnie touch it. He wanted Bonnie to make him cum, or Jane to make him cum. He wanted someone to suck him off, or jerk him off, but he wanted to cum. He pulled the tee shirt over his head and stood up as Bonnie pulled his shorts down. He was now fully nude, hard and ready to cum. 

Bonnie loved seeing him like that so hard and so handsome. Bonnie just loved to play with his very hard cock and big balls and make him as hot as she could get. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to cum or not right now. So she teased him more than worked on him. But his cock was sticking straight up in the air. He was super hard and ready to release a ton of cum for someone

Meanwhile when Jane walked into the bedroom she had to hold herself up by gripping the bed post or she would have fallen on her knees. Her body was literally shaking and her pussy had flooded the thong. Her son's touch on her pussy was unbelievable. She had felt electricity shoot over her entire body and centered directly in her pussy. Her clit was very hard, red and throbbing. Just his touch had almost made her scream. She was nude except for the thong and her body was on fire. 

"I have to wash myself and clean off my wetness. And, I have to settle down. God I came just from his hands and mouth touching my breast. I can't imagine how it will feel when he eats my pussy and fucks me. I want him so badly but I'm shaking I'm so scared." she said to herself. 

She went into the bathroom and first she peed. Damn she really had to go all that wine had made her have to pee so badly. Once she was finished she got a wash cloth and warmed the water in the sink and began to clean off her pussy. She removed the thong and washed the outer lips and inner pink of her cunt. Then she washed off her inner thighs and the drops of her wetness that had run down her leg. Satisfied with cleaning it she came back into the bedroom as Bonnie called out: "What's taking you so long!! Do you need us to come in and help you?"

Jane didn't answer her she looked around for something to put on. "There's no way I'm not putting on panties. They will be my last chance to say stop or no. Without panties I have no defense what so ever,", again she was talking to herself. 

She took one of the new panties and slipped them on over her thighs and covered her pussy. These panties were super small with a small triangle that covered her cunt with small ties that went around her hips while one went up under her ass to hold the bottom. A small triangle not more than 3 inches wide, but, at least they were panties of some type. 

She opened the door just as Bonnie was about to come in. She said: "Sorry had to pee so badly."

Bonnie took her hand and they walked to the sofa where Bobby was sitting with his cock sticking up in the air. He just smiled when he saw the ladies looking at his hard on. Bonnie walked to the sofa and made Jane sit down in the same place as before. But this time, Bonnie took her hand and placed it on Bobby's cock. Before Jane could stop her they both began to stroke it.

Once Jane relaxed and was masturbating her son, Bonnie released her hand and Jane began to work his cock by herself. Bobby watched as his mother worked and jerked off his cock. He told her how nice it felt to have her touching him. He ran his hands up her back and pulled her back against him. Her hand never left his dick and she turned her head and kissed him hard as she felt his hands reach around her and cup her breasts again. God his hand were heavenly as his fingers gently pinched and rolled her nipples between his thumb and index fingers

They both relaxed and each enjoyed the touch of the other. Bonnie smiled and poured more wine for everyone. Bobby finally had to tell his mother he was going to cum if she kept stroking him like she was. She increased her hand motion and worked his cock faster and gripped it harder. She kissed him and shoved her tongue into his mouth and when they broke the kiss Jane told him: "I very much wanted to make you cum Bobby. I want to see it, feel it, and taste it."

Bobby pulled her away from his mouth and whispered: "Suck it for me mom. Make me cum by sucking it. It feels so much better when you suck it. Please mom, suck it for me."

Jane didn't hesitate; she wanted to please her son. She bent down and took his hard cock head in her mouth and with her lips and tongue she sucked as her hands stroked him hard and fast. She sucked and sucked and sucked until Bobby moaned and told her: "OH GOD yes here it comes. Suck it!"

She felt her son's cock thicken and get hotter in her hand and she never moved her mouth. She knew he was going to cum as he got harder too. She sucked even more as he exploded and filled her warm wet mouth with so much cum it leaked out around the hard shaft filling her mouth.

OH GOD MOM! Suck it mom, suck it please, I'm Cumming!" he moaned and then shouted it.

Jane loved doing this for all the special men in her life, her serious boy friends in high school and her college lovers, her husband and now her son. She never stopped or slowed down and just sucked and licked with her mouth and stroked his big dick with her hands as she felt his balls tighten and then finally relaxed a little once she had drained the cum from him.

When she finally lifted off the cock head she licked her lips as she smiled down at her boy and drain down all of his sperm. Then she asked; "Was it good? Was I good? How did I do Bobby? I haven't had a man's cock in my mouth for many years. Was I OK baby?"

Bobby smiled and told her she was fantastic. "That was so good mom. Thank you. I loved how you kept sucking until I was done. Thank you so much."

He pulled her to him and they kissed and tongue fucked sharing a little of his cum that she still had around her lips and tongue. He kept kissing her as he reached again for her pussy only to find the new set of panties damp. He immediately let her relax back against the sofa as he moved around and knelt in front of her. He said: "I want to do that to you mom. Open your knees for me and let me show you how good I am at it. Let me lick your pussy and make you feel good. Let me make you cum mom."

She was completely nude except for the ridicules small pair of panties she had on. She looked into her son's face and saw the excitement there. She knew he wanted to do this for her badly. Slowly she opened her legs and he used his hands to hurry her a little. 

There in front of him were his mother's long silky thighs and a small pair of panties hardly covering her cunt. He began to kiss and lick up her inner thigh as she opened them more and more. He licked further and further up her inner thigh until he was next to her panties. Then he kissed and licked over the panties line and used his fingers to move her panties out of the way. 

Jane felt his mouth on her hot bald pussy and she moaned: "OH Bobby! Oh God yes baby! I need this so badly Bobby! Lick me baby, make me cum. Eat it baby eat my pussy."

Bobby slid his fingers under her panties flap and pulled the panties all the way to the side exposing all of his mother's shave pussy. He covered her pussy slit with his mouth and used his tongue to probe and enter her wetness. He heard his mother take a big breath in as he began to lick and suck her for the first time. Her cunt was on fire she wanted this for so log and as Bobby make love to her pink insides Jane closed her eyes and smiled with pleasure.

But when his tongue entered her hole Jane cried out and arched up off the sofa and began to fuck his mouth! "Yes! Yes Bobby just like that. Right there baby, fuck me with your tongue!! Ah God baby that feels so good. Lick mommy really good baby", she cried out at him as she held his head. 

"God she really needs this bad", he said to himself. 

"Yes, yes, yes Bobby! Oh fuck yes! Lick it baby! Lick it and suck it for mommy baby! Eat my pussy I want to cum so badly" Jane almost yelled out at him as she humped his face and held his head tighter. 

Bonnie smiled and sat with Jane holding her and cupping her tits as she began to rub and play with them. Bonnie bent down and kissed her best friend on the lips and held her in her arms as Bobby worked his mouth on his mother's pussy. He stayed there and licked and licked her for a very long time. He actually love to do this for a lady since he knew it felt as good as when Bonnie was sucking his dick

Finally Jane spread her legs wide as she could open them and he felt and tasted her cum! She coated his face with her wetness. He loved that especially! He lifted her legs up over her head and licked all over her ass and pussy and thighs and pelvis. Bonnie reached for her legs and helped to hold them up as Bobby licked his mother's cunt ass and thighs. Jane was gone, and all she did was hold his head moan and tell him how good it felt. 

After a really hard orgasm Bobby put his fingers on the sides of her panties and whispered, "Lift up mom and let me take off these panties. I'm not done eating your pussy yet"

Bonnie said: "He's is just getting started Jane. Lift up baby. Lift for him."

Jane lifted her ass up off the sofa and Bobby pull her panties down and off her feet. She lifted each leg as he removed them while Bobby loved how her wet cunt looked as she moved her legs to remove the panties. She was so wet!

Once the panties were off, and Bonnie moved over, Bobby laid his mother back on the sofa all the way. He opened her legs wide and put his face back into her wet hot cunt. Then he inserted a finger and began to finger fuck her pussy as his mouth covered her clit and he started to gently suck it. 

Jane held her son's head guiding his mouth to where she wanted it, where it felt the best. She worked her hips and lifted her pelvis as she fucked his mouth and fingers that making love to her cunt. He used long slow licks and slowly pushed his fingers, two of them now, into her pussy hole. Jane was in heaven. Bobby worked on his mom just like Bonnie had taught him. Slowly and never stopping Bobby made his mother cum at least 2 more times for a total of at least 4 orgasms with his mouth, tongue and fingers. 

Meanwhile Bonnie had moved around and was now sucking and jerking him off so he would be hard when he was done eating her best friend's cunt. Bobby loved his mother's taste and how she smelled and he couldn't seem to get enough. His tongue couldn't get in deep enough and his fingers couldn't get wet enough as Jane held his head and fucked his face and came and came and came with wonderful orgasm that swept over her.

When she couldn't stand it any longer she pulled Bobby up and out from between her open thighs and began to kiss and tongue his mouth! Now, she could taste her own juices on Bobby's lips and tongue. As they lay together Bobby was on top of his mother rubbing his body on hers. 

Bonnie took Bobby's hard cock and lined it up at Jane's open wet pussy hole. "Now he's going to fuck you sweetie and you are going to love it", Bonnie told Jane.

As she did Bobby pushed gently and the head of his cock entered Jane's hole. "OH GOD!" Jane yelled as Bobby slowly entered her.

More and more of his young hard dick entered her and went deeper and deeper and Jane just moaned and sighed and opened her thighs wider giving herself to him completely! "Fuck me baby! Fuck momma. Fuck me and make me cum baby. I need your hard cock so badly", she moaned into his ear as Bobby began to move in and out of her pussy. 

Bobby worked her like Bonnie taught him all these past months. In and out he fucked her and Jane just held him and wrapped her legs around him and lifted up when her body demanded it. Faster and hard she moved and he moved with her matching each thrust with his own. "FUCK!!" ME!!!" she cried out.

Bobby felt her pussy flood with her cum as he buried his cock deep inside her tunnel. He knew she was ready now for a harder fuck and he gave her one. The blow job that Bonnie gave him had helped him now. He knew it would take much longer before he shot his next load. Ramming into her cunt now she just held on to his strong arms and looked into her son's face. She let him plunge and pump into her. She saw the lust in his face, the pleasure the sex he was getting and receiving from his mom. On and on he went and the hard work he was doing in order to please her was paying off. She was lifting up and ramming into him with a sexual fever now. . She loved him so much.

They fucked for a long time and Jane was having one orgasm after the other now, they just seemed to flow all over her. When one stopped another started, she was really being fucked.

But, now Bobby's need was growing faster again and since Jane had cum so many times he was ready now to have his own orgasm. He was pretty sure she was finished cumming but Jane surprised him and cried out loud as she arched up and lifted them both off the sofa! She screamed telling the world how good her son was fucking her. Bonnie smiled knowing Jane was having one hell of an orgasm. 

Again and again Bobby pumped his cock deep into her hole faster and faster and harder and harder. As he reached his limit he arched his back and lifted his shoulders and head up in the air as he squeezed the cheeks of his ass tight.

Then he shoved his dick as deep as he could get it into his mother cunt. She held him and squeezed her thighs around him and her pussy tight around his cock's shaft. She told him: "Yes baby! Cum. Cum deep and fill me! Oh Bobby! Your cock feels so good. Cum baby! Cum and let me feel it."

She lifted her hips up even more, squeezing her pussy around his cock and began to milk it. He held her and kissed her and their bodies locked together as he shot load after heavy load deep into his mother's cunt hole. He finally finished cumming and she was full of his seed now.

They just held each other his cock deep in her hole and her legs holding him there. Finally she fell back on the sofa and he collapsed on top of her. Bonnie clapped her hands and just said: "Yes!!! Great job Bobby! Your mom feels so good right now! Great job baby!"

And then it was over. Bobby had eaten and fucked his mother and she loved it. They smiled at each other and kissed and then they looked at Bonnie and they welcomed her into their love making. When they finally got up off the sofa, they were arm in arm with Bobby between the two women. They walked into Jane's bedroom and then into the shower. The day was done but the night was just starting.

They showered and washed and then dried each other playing and kissing and touching each other as they went about it. Then they ate and drank more wine but they stayed nude and just enjoyed each other's bodies.

Bobby wanted to compare their tits and they let him. He decided he love both of them the same. Actually Bonnie was a little bigger but both women had ample breasts to please his young hands and mouth.

Bonnie had some hair around the top of her pussy, a 'landing strip' but his mom was shaved completely. She looked so sexy with no hair around her cunt. Her slit was red and looked used right now, it had been. Bobby had fucked her long and hard. 

As Bonnie sat on top of the dinning room table Bobby put her legs over his shoulders and licked her pussy and made her cum a few times. Then they fucked as Jane watched her son giving Bonnie all she wanted before she went home. Jane made love to Bonnie's tits as Bobby fucked her best fiend. Then the two new lovers stood in the doorway and waved goodbye to Bonnie before they closed the door and almost ran to the bedroom. 

Jane was free now, she was sure Bobby wanted this as much as she did. She was ready for round two of their love making. As she opened her arms and legs she offered herself completely to her son. And as the night went on Bobby make long slow love to his mother just like Bonnie had taught him to do. 

Jane felt that his mouth was magical and gave his mother so much pleasure. Bonnie would be so proud of him he made his mother cum so many times she fell asleep in his arms. Her body covered with his body, his cock still inside her pussy, and her pussy was overflowing with his cum.

At Bonnie's house she watched the TV and masturbated as she watched Dhea fuck Bobby on the tube from the previous night. She was interrupted by the phone. When she picked it up the voice on the other end said: "Hi Bonnie, this is Dhea can we talk? I want to fuck Bobby again."



Training Ch. 06



"Yes? I'm sorry, you were saying?"

"I...you can't! Please, stop doing this to me!"

He turned the spoon thoughtfully in his fingers. "No. No, I don't think I will." His lips brushed her neck. "I don't think you quite understand how much I like seeing you like this. And I know you don't quite understand how much you like it." His eyes danced. "Do you want that other banana? Because I'd like it if you don't want it." The statement hung in the air, defying her to interpret it.

The vibrator spun down slowly. By the time they were ready to leave, it had stopped completely. Sexual tension buzzed through Eileen's body like a current, making the whole world vibrate before her eyes. She stood wobbily. Anthony slipped his arm around her. "Shall we go? It's turning out to be quite a lovely evening, don't you think?"

With the sun setting, there was a chill in the air. They wandered back across the commons by another meandering path. Anthony held Eileen's hand as they walked. The vibrator started up again, a low, barely perceptible hum that gradually increased its urgency until she could barely move without falling. She staggered. Spikes bit into her thighs. "Anthony!" she gasped. "It's too much!"

"You'll learn. Here." He led her to a bench near the side of the path. She sank heavily, breathing hard. He sat next to her. The device started to pulse. Her eyes closed. Cool air caressed her breasts. Anthony ran his fingers lightly through her hair. She felt him lean in close to kiss her cheek. Turbulent, complex feelings twisted through her. She felt vulnerable, exposed, defenseless, and shockingly, burningly excited. Every tiny sensation sent thrills through her; she felt as if her skin were glowing, alive with energy. His lips traced her earlobe. His hand stroked the back of her neck lightly. She arched her back, legs spread wide, and moaned.

The vibrator switched off.

For a moment, her body held on to the memory of it. When the feeling faded, she opened her eyes. "Oh, god," she sighed.

"Yes. I know. By the time your training is finished, this is the way you will feel most of the time. Isn't it wonderful?" He stood. "But now it's time to go home. It's getting late." His hand dipped into his pocket and came back with the leash. "Here. Put this on."

Shock and outrage flared up in her. "Anthony! No!"

He shrugged. "You know, seeing how you're down to only one button, you probably shouldn't have said that." He pulled out the scissors. Before she could move away, his hand darted out and seized the edge of her shirt. The last button arced through the air. 

"No!" she cried.

"Put on the leash."

She fought back tears. "Anthony! No! I don't want to! You're embarrassing me!"

"There's still one more button I can cut off, you know. On your skirt. If I take that button, your skirt will fall off, and you'll have to walk through the park without it. Is that what you want?"

"Please! Anthony, you can't! You wouldn't!"

His lips curled into a smile. "Are you sure about that? There's an easy way to find out. I wonder, what would people think if they saw you walking by with that metal strap locked 'round your waist? Would they think I need to lock you up just to keep you from having sex with everyone you pass?"

Her lips trembled. A tear leaked down her cheek. Blushing in humiliation, she clipped the end of the leash to the collar around her neck.

"Good. Stand up. Walk beside me. Do not try to hide. Keep your hands behind your back."

He led her through the park like that. The wind parted her shirt, exposing her completely. The last lingering light of the day offered her no cover. They walked back toward the car, past other people also enjoying the evening air.

The beautiful, clear evening had brought many people out to the park. Walking among them on the end of a leash, with her shirt stripped of buttons and hanging open from her shoulders, was the most humiliating thing Eileen had ever experienced. 

She tried to cover herself with her hands. Anthony shook his head. "No. Keep your hands behind your back. Stand up straight. If you try to cover yourself again, I will cuff oyur hands behind your back, and I will punish you severely when we get home. Do you understand?"

Burning with shame, Eileen obeyed. She felt incredibly vulnerable, and it seemed to her that every single person they passed could see right through to her core. She expected the stares from the men, some of them surprised, some of them embarrassed, some of them nakedly covetous. She expected their eyes to turn away, or to linger over her, tracing the geometry of her body with a tapestry of lust. What she didn't expect was the women, some of whom also admired her openly, eyes bright with desire. 

A woman with dark hair and dark eyes looked her up and down as they drew close. Something about her reminded Eileen of the way that the nurse had looked at her, possession and hunger all coiled together. The woman stopped, directly in Eileen's path, and smiled. She turned away, raising her arms to cover herself. Anthony slapped her hands away. "No." The woman raised an eyebrow. Eileen felt the heat of shame rising on her face. The woman's smile grew wider. She remained still, forcing Eileen to alter her path to move around her. The shame grew stronger. Her pussy tightened and her nipples hardened. 

As they walked past the woman, the vibrator chose that moment to begin buzzing in quick staccato bursts. Eileen slowed, unsteady on her feet. The spikes brushed against her skin, reminding her to keep her legs parted. The woman turned to watch them walk away.

By the time they finally reached the car, she was lost in her own body, every bit of her awareness occupied with the surging feelings spreading through her, and with the need to move carefully to prevent the bite of metal points. She was barely even aware they were climbing the ramp to the parking garage until they were at the car. She opened her door and dropped gratefully into her seat.

Anthony sat down beside her. Before she was even settled, he leaned toward her to clamp one hand roughly over her mouth. Her eyes widened in shock. She let out a muffled cry. His other hand rose to squeeze breasts roughly. He pinched her nipples hard between his fingers, so tightly that she screamed into his hand.

The vibrator started a strong, steady buzz. Her cries became moans. She pressed her breast into his hand. Her toes curled.

Then, abruptly, he released her, leaving her gasping. "What...what was that for?"

"Just a little reminder," he said.

"Of what?"

"Of the fact that I own your body. You are my property. I can do whatever I want to you, whenever I want to." He turned and started the car.

By the time they reached the house, the vibration had tapered off to almost nothing. At the door, he hiked up her skirt. She started to ask what he was doing, but before the question had formed on her lips, he had pulled out the tiny key that hung around his neck and unlocked the straps around her thighs. She felt relief to be away from the constant mentoring of hard metal spikes.

When they were inside, he set about preparing dinner. She watched him from the living room, trying to quiet the churning maelstrom of emotions that roiled inside her. They spoke little through dinner, but the dancing sparkle of devilish glee never left his eye. She ate demurely, head down, conscious of the shirt that hung open to expose her. The device within her thrummed gently.

When they had finished, Anthony broke the silence. "Go get your key."

She shook her head to clear it. "My key?" 

"In the nightstand. To your punishment room upstairs. You still need to be punished. Remember?"

Her heart leapt into her throat. She opened her mouth to speak. The glint in his eye turned steely. "Hush. No words. No argument. Do as I say. Now."

She stood with tears in her eyes. Her heart raced with fear. In the bedroom, she opened the small box and picked up the heavy key. Her name, engraved in beautiful flowery letters, gleamed up at her.

She held it in her hand for a long time, feeling almost mesmerized. She walked slowly out of the bedroom to find Anthony waiting for her. "Come along, little whore."

He led her up to the second floor, to the door at the end of the hall. There he stood, arms folded, waiting. She slid the key into the keyhole and twisted. The lock clicked back. The door swung open. Behind it, the crude wooden stairway ascended into darkness. 

He stopped her before she could start to climb. "There is a hook on the inside of this door," he said, pointing. "That is for your clothes. From this moment forward, you are forbidden to climb these stairs unless you are entirely naked. Whenever you come to this door, you will strip and hang your clothes on that hook before you go any farther. Do you understand?"

She nodded silently, eyes downcast. Tears brimmed.

"Good. Now strip."

The shirt, devoid of all its buttons, slipped off easily. Next came her shoes, followed by her stockings and the striped skirt. She stood uncertainly, still wearing the belt locked around her waist, not sure if he expected her to wear it or not.

He answered the problem by taking the round key from his pocket. The lock opened, and he removed the harness holding the vibrator inside her. The egg-shaped device slid dripping out of her. He chuckled. "My goodness, you're wet, little whore. Up you go!"

She climbed the stairs very slowly. Each step felt as if it took an eternity. Her heart pounded. She could feel the texture of each step as she climbed, rough-hewn wood uneven beneath her bare feet. At the top, she opened the small door and stepped reluctantly into the room beyond.

Anthony came in behind her and flipped on the light. She looked around nervously. Lit by the harsh artificial glow of a single bare bulb overhead, the room felt menacing. Hard shadows threw the row of dildos and bondage devices along the shelves into bold relief. Anthony took her by the hand and led her to the low cast-iron bed with its leather-bound mattress. "Lie down. On your back, please."

"I-"

He cut her off with a single stern look. With a shudder, she sat gingerly.

"Lie down." He pressed her back onto the bed. The leather felt smooth and glove-soft against her skin. He raised her arms over her head to fit her wrists into the manacles. They closed around her, cold metal a strong contrast to soft leather. He did the same with her ankles. Her breath came in quick short gasps.

He turned to the stack of translucent bins. "For this punishment, I will need to immobilize you completely," he said. Eileen watched him open a drawer and take out a stack of narrow leather straps, each one neatly coiled.

When he came back, he began strapping her down to the bed. He passed a strap over her forehead and under the mattress. When it was tightened and buckled, she found that she could not raise her head at all.

More of the straps went around her shoulders, her body just below her breasts, her hips, her upper thighs, and her lower thighs. Anthony passed each strap under the bed and pulled it tight. When he was done, she could not wriggle by even the tiniest amount; her body was pinned tightly to the bed, too firmly for her to move at all.

"Are you hungry, little whore? Did the device make you want to come?"

She looked up at him, incapable of nodding. He smiled. "I bet it did. Do you remember when I told you that there would be times you would not be allowed to come, and other times when you would be required to come?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"I am going to make you come. I don't care if you enjoy it or not. This orgasm will not be for your pleasure. I am just doing it to get you in the proper state to accept your punishment." He moved between her legs. Her mouth went dry with fear. She felt his fingers probe her gently. She felt the wet slick of his tongue on her clit. "Oooh!" she sighed.

His fingers slid deeply into her. "Mine!" he barked. "This is mine. This belongs to me." His fingers worked strongly, thrusting in and out of her. "Now come for me, whore!" He leaned over. She felt his tongue dance on her clit. 

It didn't take long. The repeated, unending edging that had been forced on her all evening long made sure of that. Ecstasy exploded inside her, intense, powerful, all the frustration and longing from all the near-orgasms she had been denied throughout the evening now released in a single overwhelming eruption that left her shuddering, breathless, toes curled in euphoria. "Oh! Oh, God! Oh, my God!"

Anthony straightened. His fingers slipped out of her. "Did you like that, little whore? You should be nice and sensitive now and ready to be punished." He disappeared from her field of view.

As the glow slowly faded and her breathing slowed, a tension she hadn't even been consciously aware of uncoiled inside her. Eileen became aware that the straps binding her were much too tight. Her legs were held apart just a little bit too wide for comfort. The leather belts prevented her from adjusting her position at all. Her hips were pressed deep into the mattress, and her head and shoulders were tied down so tightly she could not even raise up enough to see what Anthony was doing.

When he returned a moment later, he was holding a device she didn't recognize, a handle with a large round knob on one end and a power cord on the other.

"What...what is that?"

"You don't recognize it? Interesting. I thought all women were familiar with this. Like by instinct or something." He grinned. "It's a Hitachi magic wand." She watched him kneel to plug it in. "Think of it as an industrial-strength vibrator. This one has two speeds, which they call 'high' and 'low.' They really ought to call them 'too high' and 'way, way, way too high,' I think."

"What are you going to do?"

"Punish you." He stroked the sensitive folds of her sex. His fingers spread her open. She felt him pull back the hood over her clit, felt the touch of cool air. "You earned six minutes of punishment by not obeying me before we left this evening. For this punishment, I will be using the way, way, way too high' setting." He set the antique stopwatch on the edge of the bed. She heard a switch flip. A low, evil buzz filled the air. "Your punishment begins now." He pressed the head of the wand firmly against her defenseless clit.

Agony exploded through her. She screamed.

The next six minutes were the longest of Eileen's life. She shrieked and fought her bonds with all her strength, to no effect whatsoever. Anthony held the wand in tight contact with her raw, desperately overstimulated clit, tormenting her without remorse. She howled and wailed until her voice broke, and still he held it there, torturing her in her most sensitive place.

She came nine times in those six minutes. Every orgasm was a wrenching spasm of anguish, without the slightest trace of pleasure. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

After an eternity, it was over. He turned off the wand and stood. "I will not untie you until you stop crying." Her skin glowed with sweat. Her body trembled uncontrollably, still reverberating with aftershocks.

It took a long time for her sobbing to slow. The screaming pain in her clit faded. Her gasping subsided. Her cheeks, wet with tears, gradually dried.

Finally, when she had stopped crying entirely, Anthony unstrapped the leather belts that held her so tightly. The manacles around her wrists and ankles hinged open. He knelt beside her. She wrapped her arms around him tightly. He held her close, her head buried in her shoulders, until she could move again.

She descended the stairs still quivering. Every slightest touch, from the gentle hand he held on her shoulder to the coarse wood beneath her feet, came through to her totally unfiltered by the normal intervention of her senses. She felt alive even to the tiny currents in the air around her.

At the bottom of the stairs, Anthony collected her things and ushered her onward. She passed naked and trembling into the bedroom. He picked up a pillow and set it on the floor beside the bed. "It is time for you to pleasure me again."

"It...I..." She gulped. "It will be hard."

He nodded. "It's okay." His hand caressed her cheek reassuringly. "You don't have to enjoy it."

Eileen sank to her knees on the pillow. With fingers that felt more sensitive than she could ever have imagined, she unfastened his pants. She could feel the texture of the fabric, the smooth hardness of the button, with vivid clarity. She drew out his shaft, the skin soft and warm under her touch, and brought it to her mouth. His flesh was hot and slightly musky on her tongue. She ran her hands up over the curve of his ass and pulled him deeper. He sighed with pleasure.

Her tongue ran in circles around the head as his erection entered her mouth. He stroked her hair gently. "Yes. Like that. You know what to do."

Whimpering, she did as he had taught her. A drop of wetness formed at the end of his shaft, and the taste of it was overpowering to her heightened senses. She shuddered and tried to ignore it. Her head moved. Anthony's hand on her head guided her, encouraging her to take him deeper still. Her lips and tongue caressed his cock, moving more and more quickly. His breathing sped up and his shaft thickened.

Then, with a cry, he came. Thick semen flooded her mouth, warm and overpowering. She choked. White fluid spilled out around his shaft and splashed down her cheek. She looked up at him with wide eyes. He spurted again. More creamy goo ran from between her lips, dripping down onto her breast.

"Oh. Oh, that felt good. I think it won't be long before you are the best cocksucker in the state."

She felt her face flush at the crude word. "Guh...." Come burbled from her lips to splatter on her leg. She paused, breathing heavily. "I don't like when you call me that."

He smiled tenderly. "But it's what you are! If we call a person who cuts wood a woodcutter, what do you think we should call a person who sucks cock?"

She turned her face away without answering.

"You look like you're ready for bed." He helped her to rise. "Let's get you all tucked in for the night, shall we? Tomorrow I have to go back to work, as much as I would like to stay home and molest you all day." He laid her in the bed and pulled the covers warm and snug over her. The manacles, attached to their long chains, closed around her wrists. She offered no protest, instead simply allowing him to chain her up and then snuggling against her pillow.

He finished undressing himself to slide in beside her. "Sleep well, my precious little slut."

Her sleep that night was filled with glittering fragments of colorful images, jagged and broken. Quick flashes of strong hands and hard, demanding cocks flickered through her dreams. She could feel them all around her, strange men lusting for her, and she wanted them as much as they wanted her...yet every tongue or finger or swollen erection that thrust into her turned to mist, leaving her empty and needy.

She writhed, desperate in her longing, but the half-seen people melted away from her, denying her what she craved. The more she cried out for it, the more they faded, until she was alone in a swirling sea of mist, hungry...

Her eyes flew open. She was lying on her side in the bed. Anthony curled up close behind her. She could feel the warmth of his body pressed against her back. She shifted restlessly and felt him stir.

His hand slid around her breast. "Interesting dreams?" he asked. "You were whimpering."

The dream still lingered in her body. Tightness gripped her chest. She pressed her hips backward against Anthony. His fingers found her nipple, and created a sudden jolt of sensation that took her breath away. She realized that he was hard; his erection pressed against her, just inches from the entrance to her sex. A swell of need curled through her body. She moved her hips, just a little, to press his tip closer to the source of her need. He kissed the back of her neck gently. Teeth grazed her skin.




Training Ch. 06



With one backward push, she impaled herself on him. Pleasure and pain twisted together in a dance of ecstasy. Her hands clawed the sheets of the bed. Anthony's answering cry only deepened her own frenzied need, provoking a desperate urgency that spread like wildfire inside her. She drove herself back on him over and over again, hard and fast, and felt rush after rush of ecstasy crash through her body. His body responded in kind; he swelled inside her with each of her wild thrusts until his hands gripped hard and he came with a howl.

She lost track of her own orgasms. Even as he throbbed and spurted into her, she still thrust herself backward onto him, writhing in the grip of an endless flood of rapid-fire orgasms, until he gasped and gripped her thighs. "Enough! I'm too sensitive!" he panted. She tried to grind her hips against his, but he pulled away shuddering. "Whew! What's gotten into you, little whore? I don't think I've ever seen you quite this needy before. I'm spent! Go back to sleep. There will be plenty of time later to have all the fuckings you need."

Her body calmed slowly. The butterflies still swirled in her belly. Slick warm wetness leaked from inside her. She clutched her pillow tightly, abashed at what she'd just done. Now that the edge had been taken off her need, she felt like she had just legitimized the humiliating things he had done to her. She had shown him that he could use her, expose her in public, allow a woman to rape her, and she would not only accept it, she would reward him for it. Hot tears of shame dripped into the pillow. Even now, as her abused pussy ached and the shame coursed through her, she could still feel the need. Anthony's soft cock pressed lightly against her thigh, stirring a longing to press herself backward again, feel it inside her...

It took a long time for sleep to come. When it did, it brought no more dreams.

As was customary, Anthony was awake the next morning before Eileen. She opened her eyes to find him bustling around the bed, stark naked. "Good morning!" he chirped. "Time to get up!"

She watched him pick up a pillow and place it on the floor at the foot of the bed. "The morning won't wait for us. Up! Up!" He lifted her to a sitting position by the arm.

"Ugh. What time is it?"

"Six thirty." He unlocked the manacles that held her wrists and ankles. "I have to go to work soon. I'm a slave to my corporate masters. Well..." He paused and thought for a moment. "I guess technically, I am a corporate master. A slave to my partners, maybe? A slave to my standard of living? I'm sure I'm a slave to something. Stand up!"

She left the warm comfort of the thick fluffy covers reluctantly. When he was satisfied she wasn't going to try to slip back into bed, Anthony picked up another pillow. He fluffed it, then set it carefully on the end of the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"Training you, of course." He pointed to the pillow on the floor. "Face the bed. Kneel."

Meekly, she did as she was told. Anthony took a silver bottle with a pump handle and handed it to her. She looked at it curiously. It was made of aluminum. When she saw the words "anal lube" printed neatly in block letters on its side, her heart started to pound. "Anthony!"

"From now on, this will stay on the night stand on your side of the bed."

"No! What if we have guests over? What if they see it?"

"Then I imagine they'll think you like taking it up the ass."

"But what if..." She blushed. "What if my family comes over?" The thought mortified her.

"If they don't want to know what goes on in our bedroom, they probably shouldn't poke around in our bedroom, I reckon." His eyes glittered. "Now use it. Get your butt all nice and slippery."

"No! I can't!"

"Okay." He shrugged. "I'll take you without it, then."

"No!"

"Your choice." He smirked. "I won't wait very long for you to decide, though."

Eileen shuddered. She turned the bottle back and forth in her hands. "I don't like...you know. Putting things there."

He shrugged again. "We've talked about this before. You don't have to like it. You just have to do it."

Blushing under his gaze, she squirted the slippery lube onto her fingers. Her blush turned deeper when she slid her hand between her legs to squish it against her tight entrance. She flinched at the coolness of it. He watched her steadily while she repeated the motions, lubricating herself generously for him.

"Are you finished?" he asked when she set the bottle on the floor. She nodded.

"Good. Bend over the bed. Put your face in the pillow."

Meekly, she did so. He paused for a moment to admire her, kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed, face buried in the pillow, ass up in the air, ready for him. She felt him move into position behind her.

"You know what I'm going to do," he said. "As a sex slave, it is your role to be accommodating of whatever use you are put to. Whenever you feel something touch your ass, you will tilt your hips toward it and push yourself backward onto it. Do you understand?"

She nodded into the pillow.

"Good." His hands stroked the small of her back. "It's just like I taught you when something touches your mouth. You must always let it in." His hands slid up to her shoulders. He moved closer behind her. Heart hammering, she felt the head of his erect cock press lightly against her anus. "Now."

Her body shook. This is wrong! she thought to herself. Only sluts do this! She thought for a brief, wild instant about refusing him. A sharp twinge clenched her pussy, a vivid tactile reminder of what happened the last time she didn't obey him.

Her hands clenched the blankets. She pushed back sharply, feeling him drive up into her ass. She screamed into the pillow.

"Good." He pulled away from her, withdrawing. She panted. His hands caressed up and down her back, raising shivers along her spine. "Remember that there's more to sex than just shoving something hard into a hole, though. Use your body. Seduce me. Pleasure me."

His hands slid across her bare skin down to her waist. "Arch your back. Raise your hips. Press that lovely ass of yours against me."

She shuddered and flushed, suddenly grateful that he could not see her face. His fingers dug into her skin, coaxing her to raise her hips to him. She felt the head of his cock, slick with lube, press against her. He guided her with subtle pressure of his fingertips, coaxing her to shift her hips up and down in tiny motions against him. The sensation drew her breath away. Little tremors of pleasure rippled up from where his cock touched the sensitive entrance to her ass.

"Yes, like that." His fingers pressed deeper into her waist. "Move your hips more. It feels good, doesn't it?"

She sighed softly. He caressed her skin, his hands moving up and down along her back. She moved her hips in little circles against his rigid cock, lost in the strange new feelings. His hands traveled farther up her back, until he was massaging her shoulders. "That's right, just like that. Give that ass to me." His fingers squeezed her shoulders, drawing her back with that same subtle pressure. "You like it. Take pleasure in what you are, my beautiful anal slut."

Eileen pressed back harder against his shaft. She felt herself stretch open around him. Then, more easily than she would have expected, the head of his cock slipped into her. The pillow swallowed up her gasp.

"There, you see? It's not all about just shoving it in. Work it. Move your hips. Fuck yourself on me." His hands glided down her sides. "Show me how much you like it."

She whimpered in confusion. The gentle pressure, the slight penetration, felt good...far better than she could have imagined. Her mother had always told her that anal sex was painful and degrading, something that only desperate women would do if they couldn't get a decent man. All the things he had done to her before, all the men who had taken her there when she was blindfolded...some of it had felt good, somewhere underneath the discomfort and shame...but not like this. Every delicate little motion sent shuddering waves of pleasure through her body.

No! she thought. It's not supposed to feel like this! This is wrong! Butterflies fluttered. She felt helpless to stop herself from wriggling against him.

His hands gripped her hips. "Back. Deeper." She moved her hips up and down, drawing him slightly farther in with each wriggle. Slowly, bit by bit, she drove him deeper into her ass.

She felt him tremble. "Oh. Oh, God, yes. Just like that. This is what you will do whenever anything touches your anus." His hands tightened on her waist. "Slower. Press back. Push me deeper. Clamp down. Milk my cock with your ass."

She started moving in longer, slower motions, grinding back against him to take him deep, then squeezing tightly around his erection as he slid back out. Each long thrust sent an intense surge of pleasure up along her spine. She slowly increased her speed, forcing herself back onto him, faster and faster, barely even aware that he wasn't moving at all.

He moaned behind her. His fingers dug into her skin. "Oh! Oh, like that. Just like that."

She whimpered into the pillow. It's not supposed to feel like this! she thought frantically. I don't want it to! Her hips moved on their own accord. She felt him swell inside her. The butterflies swirled.

She came a split second before he did. The feel of warm liquid jetting into her intensified her orgasm. She bucked hard against him, screaming into the pillow.

He slipped slowly out of her, panting. "Oh, yes," he murmured. "That is how you take it in the ass. How did that feel, little whore?"

She lifted her face from the pillow. Her eyes were glassy, faraway. "That felt amazing," she said. "That felt so good, I..." Realization of what she was saying hit her. She blushed.

He caressed her cheek. "See? You like it. I told you." He smiled.

Eileen rose on shaky feet. Anthony took her hand. "Let's go."

"Where?"

"To the shower. From now on, you will be required to bathe me. This is part of your normal duties as a sex slave from here on out."

In the shower, he stood under the hot spray and waited for her. She felt like he was expecting her to do something specific, but she wasn't quite sure what it was.

She picked up a bar of soap uncertainly and reached for him. He stopped her. "The key to being a sex slave is to understand that everything you do is about sex. Everything. Even if it's something as simple as cooking dinner. Make everything you do as sexual as you can. You should always be thinking about how you can make whatever you do involve sex." He smiled and stepped back. "From now on, your slave duties include washing me. Use your body. Get yourself soapy."

She felt herself turning red under his gaze. While he watched, she began soaping up. He reached out and ran his fingers lightly up her arm. "Remember what I said. Make everything you do about sex."

Eileen felt suddenly, acutely self-conscious. What if I end up looking silly? she fretted internally. What if he doesn't think it's sexy? He watched her patiently, waiting. She blushed.

Tentatively, bashfully, she raised her hands to her breasts. She soaped them slowly, letting her hands move in long circles. She cupped and fondled them for a while, cajoling her nipples into hardening. She watched his face for cues while she teased her nipples, reading his expressions to assure herself that she was being appropriately enticing. When she was sure she had his attention, she moved her hands up and down her body, over her belly, along her arms, soaping herself thoroughly.

Enraptured, he watched her put one leg up on the edge of the shower and run her hands along it. She moved without haste, as if she had a natural talent for seduction that only needed the slightest prodding to unlock. She lathered herself languidly, her eyes never leaving his face.

"Oh, that's wonderful," he said. "You have a gift for sex. Now use your body to soap me."

She blushed a little at the compliment. Her arms slid around him as she pressed herself close against his body. She slid up and down along his form, running her body against his. Each time she rose, she placed a tiny kiss on his lips. Her nipples left small trails in the soap.

She knelt at his feet and carefully washed between his toes. When she was satisfied, she looked up at him, hands running up and down his legs.

"Mmm, that's lovely. Now do my back."

She rose. With the same languid, unhurried grace, she lathered herself up again. He watched her hands travel sensuously over her body. She walked around behind him. Her arms closed around his body in a sensual hug. She pressed tightly to his back and slid slowly down, washing him with her body. When she rose, she ran her hands up his arms to his shoulders. He relaxed under her touch while she massaged him, her fingers digging into his muscles.

"Mmm." He closed his eyes. "That feels wonderful."

"I...you like that? I mean, I was feeling...I was worried about being silly."

"There is never anything silly about a beautiful woman putting her hands on her body," he said. "You forgot something, though." He placed his hands over hers and guided them down to his cock. "You need to wash here, too."

"Oh!" She shivered. "That's dirty!"

"Which is exactly why you need to clean it." His hands gripped her wrists. "Be thorough."

She stood behind him, arms reaching around his waist, and stroked his cock between her soapy hands. He sighed with pleasure. His shaft gradually hardened between her fingers. "That's right, just like that...ohh!" he said. She kept stroking in long, steady motions until she felt him throb and thicken in her hands. He pressed back against her. "Like that. Don't stop...oooh!" With a gasp, he came, jetting thick liquid across her hands.

He turned in her arms to face her. "That was very nice," he said. "You are adapting to your new duties well." He planted a long, lingering kiss on her lips before she could reply. "Now rinse us off."

When they were rinsed and dry, he led her back into the bedroom by the hand. He gestured for her to sit on the bed. She waited there, watching him, while he dressed for work. When he had finished, he picked up the training device. "Stand up."

She gulped. The look in his eye warned her against any hesitation. She stood quietly while he locked the belt around her waist. The vibrator made her gasp when it slid into her. He locked the band to the belt, trapping the vibrator inside her. With a touch on the small remote, it came to life. Her knees buckled.

"There. I'm hungry. Shall I make breakfast for us?"

"But what about..."

"You can get dressed later. I like admiring your body."

The vibrator pulsed and throbbed. Eileen felt her nipples tighten. She waited meekly while Anthony cooked breakfast. The thing inside her inexorably drove her to greater and greater arousal; by the time Anthony set out breakfast on the table, she was breathing hard.

He sat down across from her at the table. She could see a gleam of amusement in her eyes as he watched her struggle to deal with the vibrator inside her.

It picked up speed. Eileen moaned. She felt the rush of an oncoming orgasm, but she knew that it would not be allowed to happen. She closed her eyes, panting, trying to keep control.

"You're slouching," Anthony said. "Presentation is important to a sex slave. Sit up straight. Breasts out."

Eileen felt herself contract around the intrusive device. As she did, it shut off, leaving her gasping. She opened her eyes. "Wha--?"

"I said, presentation is important. You lean over when you're about to come. We can't have that. Sit up straight."

She straightened docilely. The vibrator gave her enough respite to finish her breakfast. Anthony cleaned up efficiently. "Okay, I'm off to work," he said. "Have a good day, my lovely little whore!" He leaned over to kiss her cheek.

"Wait!" she cried in panic. "You can't leave me her with this...thing in me!"

"Oh?" His eyes twinkled. "Why not?"

"What if you don't come home?"

"And why would I not do that?" he asked.

"What if...what if you get into an accident? What if you get hit by a bus or something? I won't be able to take it out of me! I'll be trapped!"

"Your concern for my well-being is touching," he grinned. "Still, you do raise an interesting point. If I get run over by a bus, I guess you'll have to call Aaron. He has another key, I'm sure. You'll be fine. You'll just have to put yourself in Dr. Moreland's capable hands."

"No!" she gasped. The thought of turning herself over to him made Eileen's stomach tighten.

"Well, then, I guess we'll have to hope that no errant busses come crashing through my office." He winked at her, grinning broadly. "You may dress, if you like. Skirt and blouse only. I will see you when I get home!"

She listened to the car start in the driveway and pull away. As if on cue, the vibrator began purring within her. She gasped. It buzzed faster and faster, relentlessly, until it had driven her irresistibly to the edge of another orgasm, and stopped. She wailed her frustration, her body tied in a tight knot of sexual need.

She sat down hard on the couch, panting. When she had recovered enough to walk without stumbling, she moved to the bedroom to get dressed. As she was pulling on her skirt, the vibrator started again, a relentless rapid pulsing that took her breath away.

The day passed slowly for Eileen, in an endless haze of forced sexual anguish. The device within her became an unrelenting torment. It buzzed in an endless, ever-changing tapestry of patterns, constantly shifting, preventing her from becoming accustomed to it. She tried reading to distract herself from its ever-present prodding, without success; she found herself reading and re-reading the same sentence blankly, her mind focused on her throbbing need.

Distracting herself with television worked no better. She soon ended up moaning and writhing on the couch, eyes closed, hips grinding uselessly against cream-colored leather cushions. The vibrator worked with evil intent, bringing her to the brink of orgasm time after time, denying her whenever she was about to peak.

She alternated between excitement, frustration, and anger. She desperately wanted Anthony to come home, though she wasn't quite sure if it was to berate him or to beg for him to be inside her. Her swollen nipples were so sensitive that the fabric of her shirt felt coarse and painful against them. She unbuttoned her blouse to expose her breasts, desperate to stop the too-intense sensation.

Several times, when the vibrator whirred especially fast, she slipped her hand between her legs, only to come against unyielding metal. Tears of helpless frustration ran down her cheeks. She twisted and tugged at the belt, but its clever design held the vibrator fast, preventing relief. 

After a while, she found that she could squeeze tight around it and it would turn off. The respite was always much too brief, though; as soon as she relaxed, it began its insidious buzzing again. She felt sore and aching. The constant, infuriating torture infuriated her, but she still could not stop herself from moaning, or prevent her hips from arching uselessly up into the air each time it brought her close. She wanted to scream her frustration at Anthony, pound her fists into his chest...and she also wanted him to punish her for it, to strip her and force himself into her.

The worst part of it all was knowing that her reactions didn't matter. The device did exactly what it was designed to do, and nothing she could do made any difference. It drove her body on, until sweat glistened on her skin and her juices dripped down her thigh, and she couldn't stop it. So many times, she almost came; and so many times, it stopped at the last instant, leaving her crying in defeat.




Training Ch. 07



Once Bonnie, the next door neighbor and the woman who helped Jane seduce her Bobby was gone, Jane and he were alone. She slowly removed the robe the only thing she had on and Bobby dropped his shorts! Then they quickly got into the big bed in Jane's room. They fucked for a long time in. Well actually, they made love to each other for a long time until they both finally fell asleep around 10:00PM. 

Completely exhausted for the sex, Jane lay next to her son with his cock head still touching the inside her pussy keeping her outer lips open. Bobby had cum three times since they waved goodbye to Bonnie and now they were laying in a very large wet sport. They were so tired they didn't care to take the time to change the sheets.

Jane was lying on her right side with Bobby lying behind her with his wet with both of their cum and still semi-hard cock pressed against her pussy. The head was just touching her pussy hole. His left hand was cupping her left breast as they slept.

Around 1:00AM Bobby woke up and looked down at his beautiful and sexy mother next to him. The light of the full moon lit the entire bed as its rays came in the room from the two skylights above. Bobby marveled at his mother's toned and perfect body. As he watched her large breasts rise and fall as she slept he said to himself: "God I love those tits."

He wondered why he hadn't noticed her body before now. Granted, she always wore very conservative clothing and never did anything to show it off. It seemed to him that all the sexual training he had received from Bonnie had taught him to see things in a woman he never saw before. He knew now that every woman, young, old, fat, thin, tall, or short had something to offer a man. Sexually he knew now that his mother was a tiger in bed and fucked like or better than Bonnie. He was always sure before now that Bonnie was the best. 

As he watched his mom sleep he smiled as he saw the nipples on her breasts and the couple of suck marks he had placed around them during their heated moments of love making. He moved closer to her breast and placed his mouth over the nipple and then very gently flicked out his tongue and licked the left nipple. His mother sighed a little but didn't wake. So he kissed and licked it again. This time she sighed and smiled a little but she was still asleep.

Bobby loved her breasts, so big yet so firm and round and with such red nipples in the center. As she lay there sleeping, Bobby softly licked between the twin globes going up and down between the cleavages. Then he licked around the base of each tit and up over the nipple and back over to the other one. 

His cock was hard again and the desire and lust in seeing her laying there nude and so open for him moved him to fuck her again. He wanted to make her cum before or right as he woke her up lovingly. He remembered the time he made his girl friend cum in her basement when she fell asleep in his arms one night. He remembered how she looked and how her body reacted when he made her cum with his hands just as she woke up. He smiled as he recalled that when the orgasm was running over her body, she began to hump and fuck her pussy on his hand. He also remembered her whispered: "Oh Bobby! Oh God that feels so good. Do stop Bobby! Please don't stop."

It was so hot to see her climax as his hand rubbed her pussy on the outside of her shorts. Now he wanted to see the same thing from his mother only he would be rubbing her cunt directly nothing between his hand and her pussy.

Bobby's mouth went from the left nipple to the right one, gently sucking and licking it. From time to time, he would use both hands to cup one of her breasts and squeeze it, again very gently. When he did that it would push the nipple out and up more so it stuck out longer so his lips could cover it and suck it even better. Again he worked very gently on each nipple, making them grow harder, longer and thicker. 

As he sucked on one of her nipples he used one of his hands now to move down and between her thighs and cupped his mother's pussy. Still very warm and completely wet, he felt a little cum still oozing out of the well fucked hole at the end of her slit. He smiled thinking of how it felt to spew his seed into her tight tunnel just as deep as he could get his cock in there.

As he slowly and extremely gently began to play with the folds of her pussy, his cock rubbed her thigh as he moved against her body. Working her sex like this gave him a chance to make her cum before or just as she would wake up. But, Jane wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled his mouth down harder on her nipple. "Oh baby! You love my tits don't you", she whispered as she held his head against one of them.

"She's awake", he said to himself. 

He looked up into her shinning passionate eyes and smiled saying: "Yes mom. I love touching them and licking and sucking the nipples. I love the feel of them so much. They're so big and beautiful."

She move a little and turned towards him as she held him tight and whispered in his: "Then suck baby! Feel on them! Love them. Suck my tilts with your mouth. Suck baby, enjoy me, nurse on me, and love me and my breasts."

His hand continued to slowly stroke her pussy as he slipped a finger into the wet hole between her legs. Jane opened her legs wide to let him in and finger her better. He felt her grip it with her pussy tunnel. Bobby wasn't in any hurry now since she had awakened before he could make her cum. He made a promise to himself that he would try this again and again to wake her as she was cumming until he did it. 

When you are fucking you can't really see a woman's body cum, but using your finger and hand you can stimulate her pussy and watch as she had an orgasm. "I want to see this happen to my mom", he said to himself.

Now he loved sucking on her nipples as she held him and talked to him telling him how well he made love to her. She kissed the top of his head as she stroked his face and held his mouth against her breasts. Bobby moved from one nipple to the other, back and forth nursing and sucking and licking them. Her nipples were so hard now they felt like little erasers. His teeth gently bit them and pulled on them as his hand continued to work on her cunt.

Jane didn't stop him or tell him anything else to do. She loved how he worked her body. His touch was stimulating and so loving. She whispered: "You make me feel so good Bobby, I love you baby. Keep touching me there Bobby. I love that so much."

He stopped sucking and looked up at her lovely face and told her: "I love you to mom. I want to do this for you so much and make you feel good"

She pulled him to her and kissed him hard shoving her tongue into his mouth as she reached for his cock. He didn't stop her but when they separated from the kiss he told her: "Just lay back mom and let me give you pleasure. Let me make love to your body. Just lay there and enjoy it. Relax and lay back I want to do this for you. Let me make you cum again and feel good."

Jane still held his hard on in her hand, she loved the feel of his big cock throbbing and jumping with his excitement, But, she did lay back and relaxed and just let him do all the work. As he touched and licked her breasts and neck, Bobby's hand stayed between her legs always working, always moving, always touching her clit or 'G' spot. His touch was making her so excited. His finger moved in and out of the wet open hole as his thumb touched and stroked her clit. 

Jane slowly began to rock her lower body on his hand now. Bobby inserted another finger and started to fuck her with two of them. Not fast or hard, he continued to go slowly almost to slow. It had been so long since anyone had done this to her that she was hot to cum and have an orgasm. She wished he would hurry or move his hand faster some of the time. But, his touch was heavenly to her so she didn't say anything she just let it build.

Jane's passion was building fast and she arched up a little each time he pushed into her as he fingered her pussy. When he felt her arm relax around his head he sat up and spread her thighs wider. He moved around and sat between them now. Looking down at her pussy as he kept finger fucking her he could feel and see her wetness and he knew she was going to cum very soon.

With the skill of a much older and experienced man he turned his palm upwards and felt for her 'G' spot. He started to rub it as he used his index finger on the other hand now to stimulate her clit at the same time. 

Jane arched up and pushed into his hand faster now as she started to hump his hand. Bobby watched his mom's body doing it. Her tits were shaking and juggling and he love to see them do it. As he pushed in and rubbed back and forth just a little, the tips of his fingers kept stroking her 'G' and making her body react with a fucking motion. "Oh Bobby", she moaned as she lifted her hips up off the bed. 

"That feels so good baby. God yes rub! Rub my clit! Fuck my pussy with your fingers. Rub my 'G a little faster please" she told him.

He smiled watching his mom's body reacting to his touch. He had been taught well by Bonnie and did what his mother asked. He moved his index finger faster on her clit as his two fingers rubbing her insides around and on the "G' just like she wanted. 

Jane closed her eyes and lifted her ass up off the bed and went wild fucking herself on her son's hands. She began to cum so hard as she climaxed. Bobby loved how she looked as her orgasm swept over her. She humped and humped and humped as she kept moving and moving her pelvis and hips faster and faster now. 

Then she cried out loudly as she lifted her lower body even higher off the bed and held it there humping his hand. She yelled out: "Oh fuck Bobby. Oh Bobby! Oh Bobby! Oh God Bobby! That's the spot baby!"

He didn't stop and it drove her wild. "It feels so good baby! Don't stop! God I'm cumming so hard!! Oh yes. Yes, yes, baby, yes", she told him

Bobby watched her pussy lips squeeze his fingers and he felt her cum running over them and down on his hand. She had really climaxed hard. He loved seeing a pussy cum. Seeing the woman's hips thrusting up and down, her pelvis pushing up on the fingers in her hole was so fucking hot. And, the moans and cries of pleasure made him that much more in need himself. A woman's body looks so hot when it's fucking and cumming and you can see it as you finger fuck her.

Such lust, such desire, filled both Jane and Bobby now that they both needed to fuck each other. Moving up quickly he moved his wet hand away from Jane's pussy and immediately centered his throbbing cock head at the opening of her hot wet hole. She lifted up to give him even better access. "Yes baby put it in me. Let me feel your big wonderful cock. Fuck me baby, fuck momma", she told him.

Bobby pushed into his mother and his cock went slowly into her cunt about half way. She lifted her legs and he held them and pushed again. Fully embedded now, Bobby began to slowly fuck his mother. "Oh God mom that feels so good", me moaned as he pushed deep into her again and again.

As his hips moved and his cock pumped in and out of her pussy Jane held him down on top of her and whispered in his ear: "Fuck me baby! Fuck me and cum. Let me make you feel good now

They worked together. Jane loved how it felt to have a man on top of her and his cock buried deep in her pussy again. She worked her hips and fucked him as well as she could remember. "Fucking is like riding a bike. You never really forget" she said to herself.

Bobby lifted up with his strong arms and looked down at his mother. She was smiling up at him as she worked the muscles of her pussy squeezing his dick and working her hole around his shaft. "Do you like that baby? Do you like mommy squeezing your lovely cock with her cunt as she fucks you. You like my little pussy don't you? Fuck me Bobby, fuck me", she told him over and over again.

Hearing his mother say fuck, pussy and things like that only served to build his desire for her. "Oh God yes mom I love it! Yes it feels so good" God I love fucking your pussy. You are so hot, so sexy" he hissed the words as he slammed his cock into her. 

Jane knew he was close to cumming and she wanted him to cum as hard as he could. She told him: "Suck my tits Bobby suck the nipples and fuck me hard."

Bobby bent down and sucked her nipple as he pumped and pumped and pumped into her. Over and over again his cock was buried deep inside her body. She lifted her legs higher and he used his arms to wrap around her thighs and raised them even higher. Now with her legs over her head Bobby rammed his cock down into her cunt. "Yes, GOD yes! Fuck me! Yes, oh God yes Bobby", she yelled as her son's balls slapped her ass.

Again and again he drove his dick into her cunt hard and fast! As he fucked her so hard it was pushing the air out of her lungs. "Oh God Bobby", was all Jane could say between breaths.

His balls slapped her ass in rhythm that kept getting faster and faster. Slap, slap, slap he pumped into her. Slap, slap, slap, his balls drew very tight. Slap, slap, slap and then he was there. Slap, slap, slap he fucked her even harder and then he arched his back and pushed his cock as deep as he could get it.

His balls released a huge amount of cum! It flew up the cock shaft and pumped into his mother's cunt. "So good, so good mom", he yelled as he held his cock deep filly her hole.

As Jane felt him cumming in her pussy, she screamed with pleasure as an orgasm hit her like a train hits a car on the tracks. It almost made her pass out. His cock was deep inside her and he held it there letting the cum fill her tunnel. She lifted up as best she could with her legs over her head fucking his shaft. 

Bobby kept fucking her, even when he had finished cumming. Finally he began to slow down and his thrusts became easier and slower. Jane was sure she would have burses on her thighs when he was cumming from his hard fucking. "God he had some endurance", she said to herself.

Jane had never been fucked so hard and so fast for so long. But besides that it felt so good, so lustful, and so passionate to have her young lover, her son embedded in her cunt again.

She was so happy that Bobby loved doing this with her. Her biggest fears were that he would be turned off by the idea or have regrets about fucking him mother. But, now she realized he loved it and wanted it, more and more. Each time they had fucked it got better and better for both of them. 

Finally Bobby stopped pumping and Jane lowered her legs and let him lay on top of her until his cock was soft and slipped out of her pussy. She rolled them both over on their sides and took his face in her hands and kissed him long and hard. When they broke the kiss she smiled at him and said: "Thank you baby! That was wonderful. I love how you feel inside me."

Bobby smiled and kissed her again. They held each other and kissed and kissed and kissed, until they feel back asleep again this time face to face.

Around 4:00AM Jane woke up and went to the bathroom. She had to pee but she also had to clean the sticky cum off of her body. There was so much of it that when she moved her thighs it felt nasty. She quickly washed her pussy and thighs and then dried them. 

As she got back into the bed she looked at her young lover and smiled. She wondered how she had ever felt this might be wrong. She loved Bobby so much and she was sure he loved her. She looked down at his hard young chest and smiled. He would be her lover for a long time she was sure of it. She lifted the covers off his hips to see his cock one more time and when she did, it was hard.

No it wasn't super hard, but it was hard maybe 5 or 6 inches long and laying up on his belly with the cock head purple/red and thick. She held the sheet up and laid it back over his knees now. Again the light from the sky light made the bed and the room bright enough that she just looked at it. Her son's cock was so beautiful. She wanted to touch it, to hold it, to kiss it to worship it actually! She just had to touch it.

She couldn't help herself, she knew he was sleeping and most likely exhausted from her lustful demands and needs to be fucked so many times. But, she slowly wrapped her fingers around the shaft anyway and gently began to stroke it. 

Covered with dry cum too it was messy. She couldn't get a smooth working motion on it that she knew he would like. She wanted to make him cum like he had done to her. She wanted to watch Bobby cum just like he had watched her a while ago.

She got up again and went to the bathroom to get a wash cloth. With the warm cloth she came back into the bed and lifted his dick up and very gently washed the cum off his cock and balls. Then with a little hand lotion she went back to work jerking it off. 

She moved closer and laid her head on his belly as she watched his cock grow in her hand. "God he has a beautiful cock, so big and so nice and hard. And he is so young and he recovers so quickly, that is so good for me", she whispered to herself. . She took her time and as softly and as gently as she could she worked his cock. When it was very hard and sticking up straight in the air she looked up at Bobby's face and saw him looking at her. She smiled and said: "Now you relax and let mommy take care of you like you did me."

Bobby smiled back at her and put his hands behind his head and watched his mother work her magic on his cock. She sat up now and sat with her legs under her. Her thighs spread wide so Bobby could see her pussy she went back to stroking him. Her breasts moved with her arms and he loved looking at her and them. She smiled and asked him how she was doing. "Wonderful mom, but you know it feels so better if you suck it a little too. Suck the head for me please", he asked her.

She giggled and moved around so her head was low enough that she could get his cock head in her mouth! Then as she pushed down on the base of his dick she stretched the skin tight around the head which made his cock as long as it could get, almost 71/2 inches. 

She covered the head with her lips and began to suck it as she fucked it with her mouth taking his cock head and half the shaft in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head as she moved up and down on it fucking it. 

Bobby loved how it felt and how it looked. His mom with his cock in her mouth, eyes looking at him and she was fucking it with her lips and mouth was so fucking hot. "Oh god mom! That feels so good. Yes, suck it, suck it don't stop! Suck it Jane", he told her.

His hands went to her head now and he began to push down on it for her to take more of his dick into her mouth! Jane worked and worked on him with her hands and mouth. Her hand on the base of the shaft stopped him from pushing his cock down her throat. She wasn't ready for that yet. It had been a very long time since she had deep throated anyone and she knew she wouldn't do it well. Plus he was bigger than any cock she had ever sucked. She needed practice and she would get it with her son's cock but not in the middle of the night. 

She sucked him and sucked him and used her tongue to tease and please his cock. She felt his hip lift up a few times now and he started to fuck her mouth. She pushed down on the skin of his shaft with her hand even more stretching the skin around the head super tight. His cock head was so hot and throbbing that Jane knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

After a few more minutes Jane heard him say: "Oh fuck mom!! Oh damn that feel so good. Suck mom suck it harder. I'm almost there! I'm going to cum. Oh GOD YES! SUCK ME" he moaned.

Jane smiled as she kept her mouth on his cock and felt it get harder and thicker and then she felt the cum begin to pump into her mouth She drank it and drank it, not wanting to spill a drop. She loved this part the best, feeling his cum fill her mouth and tasting it and knowing she made his cock cum. 




Training Ch. 07



That Friday started just the same as the day before, with no hint to what lay in store. Anthony woke Eileen, who rubbed the sleep from her eyes as soon as the cuffs came off her wrists. He stood beside the bed waiting expectantly. She looked at him in confusion, not quite sure what to do. When she realized what he wanted, she blushed and lowered her eyes. Hesitantly, feeling self-conscious, she picked up a pillow and put it on the floor at the end of the bed. He watched her set a second pillow on the end of the bed. When both were in place, she took the pump bottle from the nightstand.

Her cheeks burned red as she knelt on the pillow on the floor. Slowly, hands shaking, she pushed slippery lube into her ass, working it in with her fingers. Then, just as slowly, she lowered her face into the other pillow and offered her ass to her husband.

He accepted her offer. She felt him position himself behind her, felt the head of his cock press against her. She moved her hips, grinding against him until she felt him harden. When he was fully erect, she pressed herself onto him, taking him deep. She worked her hips, stroking his cock with her ass, until they came together, the pillow absorbing her screams as hot come spurted into her.

When he had removed himself from her, she followed him silently into the bathroom for the second part of the morning's ritual. In the shower, she soaped herself thoroughly under his gaze. Once she had lathered up, she ran her hands across his body, paying close attention to his reactions. The self-consciousness she'd felt the first time she had bathed him this way was not as strong this time; instead, his sighs of pleasure when she pressed her body against his, the tiny trembles that shuddered through him as she slid up and down against him, made her feel just a bit more confident.

When she had soaped him thoroughly, she knelt on the floor of the shower to take his cock between her breasts. She squeezed them around it and slid up and down, her eyes never leaving his face, until he hardened again. She moved faster, her wet and soapy skin slippery against his, until his expression changed. A moment later, he cried out. Thick, ropy come spurted across her breasts. Eileen felt contradictory emotions battle inside her--satisfaction at giving him pleasure, disgust at the feel of his semen clinging to her body. She rose and kissed him gently before she rinsed them both clean. 

When they had dried off, he returned to the bedroom to get her training device. She stood quietly, legs apart, and allowed him to lock it into place. He dressed quickly for work, but told her to remain naked, just as he had done the day before. They ate breakfast, him clothed and her nude, while the vibrator inside her began its job of pushing and prodding her to sexual arousal.

After breakfast, he kissed her on his way to the door. "You can get dressed now if you like. Don't forget that you need to go shopping! I've left a list for you on the refrigerator door."

She had no idea, at that moment, how dramatically the rest of the day would go wrong.

His car pulled out of the driveway. Eileen ran her hand absently over her breast, remembering the feel of his come spurting on it. The vibrator locked inside her whirred softly. Her nipple hardened against her palm.

When the buzzing stopped, she shook herself and blinked. Feeling half in a dream, she went into the bedroom to dress. She stood for a long time in front of the dresser, feeling acutely self-conscious again, before she finally chose a simple chemise in deep blue with a plain skirt and shoes. Anthony's prohibition on wearing any sort of underwear heightened her self-consciousness. The thin chemise draped over her breasts, revealing ample cleavage and making her hard nipples stand out. 

She felt strangely disconnected from the image she saw in the mirror. Two months ago, she would never dream of venturing out in public dressed so provocatively, for fear of being branded as a slut, or worse. Now, the woman in the mirror startled her. Her reflection seemed to possess an easy, confident sexiness that Eileen did not feel. Something in the way her reflection stood, and in the way she moved, radiated sultriness. Is that how other people see me? Eileen wondered.

The vibrator suddenly started buzzing fast. Eileen gasped and bent over clumsily. In the mirror, her alter ego leaned forward seductively, cheeks flush, eyes bright with appetite. Her top fell away, revealing the soft curves of her breasts. Embarrassment rose. In the mirror, her reflection looked back at her with obvious lust. Eileen shivered and turned away.

Leaving the house that afternoon was one of the hardest things Eileen could ever remember doing. It took her quite a while to work up the courage to step outside. Before, when Anthony had made her appear in public in such a state, and dressed so indecently, he had been with her, but this was different. Going out into the world like this, on her own, the vibrator buzzing inside her, made her feel vulnerable and exposed in a completely different way than she felt when he was there. Even when he had cut all the buttons off her shirt and paraded her around nearly topless on a leash, she had not felt so vulnerable.

She did her best to ignore the vibrator's slow, steady hum during the short drive to the store. The feelings of vulnerability and self-consciousness rose sharply as she walked through the parking lot. By the time she passed through the doors into the store, it seemed that everyone must surely know how aroused she was, and how she had this vibrating thing shoved up inside her sex. She kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with everyone in the store while she pushed her shopping cart around.

Several times, she found herself stopping in the middle of an aisle, hands gripping the cart until her knuckles turned white, as the vibrator raced inside her. She closed her eyes tightly, praying she would be able to keep from making a sound while her body was driven into a sexual frenzy. When the buzzing stopped, she stood very still, breathing heavily, until the arousal ebbed enough for her to move again.

Shopping was inefficient. Eileen wandered the aisles randomly, too lost in her own arousal, too self-consciousness to pay more than a minimum of attention to what she was doing. She found herself retracing her steps repeatedly to find everything on Anthony's list. Each time someone walked past her, she put one arm protectively over her breasts, trying to conceal her erect nipples that pressed so prominently against the thin fabric.

Finally, she had gathered the last of the things on the list. As if with evil intent, the vibrator started running the moment she got into the checkout line, slowly at first. Little by little, while she waited in line, it sped up. She felt a rush between her legs, and the tension and heat started to take hold in her thighs. Butterflies swirled. She closed her eyes tightly and concentrated with all her strength on pushing the feelings away. Please, please, she thought, let me keep it together for just a few more minutes...

"Ma'am?"

She jumped. "Yes?"

The man behind the register gestured to the belt. She realized suddenly that the person in front of her had paid and left, and now the line was waiting for her. "Sorry," she mumbled. Her cheeks grew red and hot. She unloaded her cart awkwardly.

The vibrator started with a rapid, jarringly intense on-off pulsing. A flash of heat spread through her. The cashier began ringing her up, oblivious to her aching need. She leaned on the counter with both hands. Oh, God, don't let me moan, please don't let me moan! she thought.

"Ma'am?"

Her breath caught in her throat.

"Ma'am? That's sixty-four dollars and twenty-three cents."

She looked up at him. The vibrator switched to its highest speed. Time froze.

Her eyes traveled down his body. He was good-looking, this grocery store cashier; young, no more than twenty-three, with the powerful, athletic body of someone who enjoyed exercise. His light hair was close-cropped, his eyes hazel. Her gaze traveled down his arms to rest on his hands, large and strong.

Her nipples tightened. She felt herself squeeze down involuntarily around the vibrator. An image appeared in her mind, rich and vivid, of the cashier stepping from behind the register, grabbing her arm tightly, dragging her toward the door...

The vibration stopped. She shuddered. The world resumed its normal pace around her.

"Ma'am?"

"Sorry. I'm just...a little distracted today." She shook her head to clear it. He waited for her to pull the debit card from her purse. A few short moments later, her bags were back in the shopping cart, and she fled for her car.

She sat there for several minutes, breathing heavily. No matter how much she tried to shake the image from her head, it kept creeping back. His powerful hand wrapping around her upper arm, dragging her outside, ignoring her protests...

She shook her head again. The vibrator remained still. Her heart slowed, the arousal slipping away to a point where she felt like she could think rationally.

She made it all the way home and had opened the trunk to unload the groceries before it started up again. This time it ran with a rough, inconstant pattern that alternated between a gentle hum and a hard buzz that rattled all the way through the steel belt. She gasped and nearly sent a bag of groceries tumbling across the garage.

It stopped by the time she reached the kitchen. She started putting the groceries away, and was almost finished when it started up once more, fast and intense. "Unnh!" she cried. Her nipples hardened. The belt carried the vibration straight to her clit. She put one hand on the refrigerator to steady herself. Her other hand crept up to fold around her nipple. The sensation sent a thrill through her body.

The device slowed to a stop, then suddenly switched on at high speed again before she could recover. "Hungh!" she exclaimed. Her hand tightened on her breast. The sensation sucked her breath away.

It gradually slowed until it stopped, then started at full force again. Her vision faded. She stumbled into the living room and sat heavily on the couch. The hard metal belt pressed tightly against her clit. She cried out, eyes closed. Both hands slid up under her chemise to squeeze her breasts. Her nipples sang with energy.

The image of the grocery store clerk returned to her mind's eye. She imagined him pulling her from the store, past the startled looks of the customers waiting in line. She fought uselessly against his grip while he dragged her back behind the store. A bank of air conditioners hummed beside the concrete ramps of the loading docks, their great steel doors closed and locked.

"Let go of me!" she cried. He paid no attention. Instead, he pushed her roughly into the corner formed where the ramps jutted out from the wall. The coarse stucco felt warm against her back. With both hands he gripped her chemise. In a single violent motion, he tore it open, exposing her breasts.

Eileen moaned on the couch. Her hands squeezed her breasts tightly. Her fingers stroked her nipples. They seemed to be wired directly to her clitoris; every touch, every pinch made her clit throb and tremble. The images unreeled inexorably in her mind, like a movie she could not turn away from.

A throng of people, customers from inside the store, gathered behind him. Eileen could see them over the cashier's shoulder. His strong hands gripped her breasts roughly. She cried out in pain. He pushed her firmly against the wall. "You know you want this," he hissed. Behind him, the people watched curiously.

The vibrator slowed and sped up, over and over. Her fingers flicked her nipples rapidly. Eileen put her feet up on the coffee table, legs spread wide, and moaned steadily. Waves of pleasure spread through her body. Each touch on her nipples was so intense it was almost unbearable.

The scene kept unfolding behind her eyes. The cashier's hands ran down her body to her skirt. With a powerful yank, he pulled it down to her knees, exposing her in front of the people who had gathered to see what was happening. She tried to force her way past him, to flee for safety, but he moved like lightning. His hands gripped her shoulders and pushed her back against the wall again. "No," he said. He leaned in close to her and mashed his lips against hers. She responded without thinking. Her lips parted for him, welcoming his invading tongue.

He grabbed her tightly and whirled her around to face the throng of onlookers. She looked with horror at the strangers all staring at her, eyes glittering with lust. He tore the skirt away from her and threw it to the side, leaving her wearing nothing but the ripped scraps of her chemise. "Do you see?" he said to the gathered throng. "Do you see how much she wants it?" He pinned her wrists behind her back and held her there, exposed openly to their stares. He stood behind her, his grip like iron, preventing her from escaping, showing her to the onlookers.

Eileen's hands gripped her breasts more tightly. The vibrator ran steadily. She gyrated her hips in the air, panting. The visuals spun on in her mind, so vivid she could almost feel the grip on her wrists.

He pushed her back against the wall, shoving her so hard that she nearly stumbled. His hands pinned her wrists to the wall over her head. "I know you're wet," he whispered. One hand held her in place while the other ran down her body, over her breasts, across her mound. Blunt fingers shoved into her. She moaned. He pulled them out of her and held them up. "Do you see how wet she is?" he called.

She tried to protest. He brought his dripping fingers to her lips to silence her. Automatically, without thought, Eileen did as she had been trained to do. She drew them into her mouth, blanching at the taste, and ran her tongue around them. The people behind her gasped.

The fingers left her mouth. She felt him adjust his position, heard the sound of his zipper lowering. His powerful hands gripped her shoulders. "Don't move," he told her. "You want this. We both know it." In one unstoppable thrust, he entered her hard. She threw her head back and screamed in pleasure and pain. He kept her body pinned to the wall while he raped her in front of the store's customers. She cried out, her hands still against the wall above her head, and responded to his thrusts, driving his thick erection deeper. Tears streamed down her face as she came, over and over, her cries of pleasure making it plain to the onlookers how much her body loved what was happening to her. She stared past his shoulder at the audience, gathered around to watch her be raped, and knew in a secret place inside that their stares only made her body respond that much more.

The vibrator stopped. Eileen let out a long helpless wail. Her fingers pulled hard at her nipples. A strange electric current seemed to flow through her, from her nipples directly to her clit. She felt herself leaking around the belt. The movie played on in her head, despite the vibrator's sudden stillness.

In her mind, she felt his cock harden and thicken. Another orgasm shuddered through her. She longed for the sudden wet spray of his release inside her. Instead, just as he seemed ready to burst, he pulled out of her. His big, strong hands shoved her irresistibly down onto her hands and knees in front of him. Shame rose inside her; she could feel the eyes of all the watchers on her body like a physical touch.

The head of his cock touched her lips. She reached for it automatically, mouth open. He drew away. "Look!" he called. "See how slutty she is, how she wants more!"

She tried to explain to him that it wasn't true; it was only the training, not her desire, that made her reach for his cock. She tried to explain how her body had been trained to do things that disgusted her, how the training was so thorough she couldn't help herself. Before she could finish, he grabbed her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. It felt hard and thick, about to explode...

Eileen's hands clenched on her breasts as tightly as they could. She grabbed her nipples and twisted desperately. It was too much; she screamed, a long squeal of torment and need. Her clit trembled and throbbed.

And then, unexpectedly, she came. The orgasm was ferocious and uncontrollable. She tightened painfully around the motionless object inside her and cried out in ecstasy.

It ended as fast as it had started. She panted for breath on the couch, skin slick with sweat. A long, shrill electronic beep came from the vibrator locked inside her, startling her. She looked around frantically. The beeping sounds continued, plainly audible. She tried to cover the belt with her hands, but it made no difference. She pulled and tugged frantically at the lock that held it in place, without effect.

Finally, after several, the sound stopped. She breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling was short-lived, though; every few minutes, it chirped, like the sound of a smoke detector whose battery has run down. It seemed plain to her that when Anthony arrived home, there would be no way to prevent him from knowing about her unauthorized orgasm.

She pulled her clothes back into place. Her mind raced with the possible consequences. Anthony had punished her simply for taking too long to do what he'd told her to do; it seemed certain that he would punish her even more for this transgression. She thought about his stern voice telling her to get the key to the door. She imagined the long walk naked up the stairs to the attic. Butterflies flitted around inside her. Her pussy tingled and clenched.

This is crazy! she thought. How can the idea of being punished turn me on? She felt horrified at the idea. Anthony told her that being treated as a sex slave was what she really wanted, and was the only thing that excited her; her body seemed to agree. The notion that she might actually be looking forward to being punished scared her even more than the thought of punishment itself did.

She didn't have long to wait. His car pulled up into the driveway not long after her unintended orgasm. The butterflies fluttered faster. She felt her heart race at the sound of his key in the door.

Between her legs, the device let out a chirp. She rushed to the door to greet him. He had barely passed through before she wrapped her arms tightly around him and kissed him deeply. "I didn't mean to, it just happened, I didn't expect it or anything, it was all just so fast and I didn't even know I could do that!" The words tumbled out of her in a pile. "Are you going to make me get the key?" She bit her lip and looked at him breathlessly.

He blinked. "What?"

The device chirped.

Time froze again. In slow motion, like the clearing of the sky after a long summer rain, comprehension dawned on his face. "Oh," he said. "Well, then."

He led her by the hand into the living room. "So you managed to have an orgasm, did you? How did it happen?" He gestured for her to sit on the couch. "Did your training device not stop soon enough?"

She sat, abashed, feeling like a schoolkid who'd just been sent to the principal's office. He sat down on the edge of the coffee table facing her. She squirmed uncomfortably and shook her head. The vibrator chirped again.

"Hmm." Anthony took the small, flat remote from his pocket and pressed a button. "There. That should sort out the alarm. Now, tell me about this orgasm of yours."

Eileen took a deep breath. "I was at the store and it was running while I was in line at the checkout counter and there was this guy there, and I was thinking about him and then--"

"Whoa, wait, a minute, slow down!" Anthony grinned. "Are you saying you had this orgasm while you were at the store?"




Training Ch. 07



"No!" Eileen felt herself redden at the thought.

"Maybe you should start over." He leaned back on the coffee table. "I want to hear about it. You were at the store..."

"I was at the store, and there was this guy at the cash register. I started thinking about him. I didn't mean to! I couldn't help it! And then when I got home, I...I kept thinking about him." She lowered her head, embarrassed. "And then it just sort of happened."

"I see." Anthony scratched his chin thoughtfully. "So you saw someone who caught your attention, and you started having a sexual fantasy about him?"

She bit her lip and nodded.

"What kind of fantasy?" He pressed another button on the remote. The vibrator started running slowly inside her. Eileen jumped. Fire crept through her cheeks.

"I...I thought about him taking me out behind the store and doing things to me."

"What kinds of things?"

She fidgeted. "Things like taking off all my clothes and...and forcing himself on me. And there were other people there too. Watching." The vibrator sped up. "Oh!"

"You were fantasizing about this after you got home?"

She nodded. The embarrassment grew. Being forced to admit to such a shameful thing made her feel shockingly vulnerable.

"And what were you doing while you were thinking about this?"

"I--I was..." Her ears burned. "I was touching my breasts."

"Show me."

She put both feet up on the coffee table, hesitantly, one on each side of him. Her hands slipped up under her chemise. She squeezed her breasts tentatively. A ripple of pleasure flowed through her. "Like that."

"Keep doing it." He leaned forward. "Tell me about your fantasy. Every single detail."

"I can't!"

"You have to." His eyes glittered. "Now."

The vibrator sped up faster still. Eileen's eyes closed. Her hands caressed and fondled her breasts. "He dragged me behind the store. I didn't want him to, but he was so strong. I told him to stop, but he wouldn't listen. He pushed me up against the wall and he tore off all my clothes." The vibrator started to pulse. She moaned. "Oh!" Her fingers tightened around her nipples, sending a small shockwave directly into her clit. "The other people in the store saw him drag me out. They followed him out back. He...he showed me to them. He told them that I wanted it. Oh! Oooooongh!"

Her back arched. The entire story came pouring out of her--the way he pinned her against the wall, how her body responded, how he pushed her to her knees, how the gathered crowd saw her reach for him. Her fingers stroked her nipples rapidly. Tension built between her legs. When the vibrator stopped, she scarcely noticed. Her hands squeezed tightly. Her breath came in gasps. "Oh! Oh, I'm going..."

"No."

He took her wrists and pulled her hands away from her body. She writhed on the edge of orgasm, eyes still closed. Her moans trailed off into ragged gasps. "Please!"

"No. You've already got yourself in trouble that way once today. You really don't want to do it again. Look at me."

Her eyes opened slowly. She looked into his calm brown eyes, panting.

"Did the training device stop before you came?"

She nodded.

"So you had an orgasm just from touching your breasts."

"Yes." She felt sheepish.

"Well. That is an interesting development."

"Are..." She gulped. "Are you going to punish me?"

He gave her a lopsided grin. "Do you want to be punished?"

"I--" Her eyes found his. She quivered slightly. "I don't know."

"Do you think you deserve to be punished?"

"I--I think..." She hesitated for a moment before she nodded.

"Yes," he said. "I am going to punish you." He leaned forward. His hands caressed her thighs. The touch made her shiver. He unlocked the belt and withdrew the vibrator slowly. She felt her pussy clench around it, unwilling to let it go.

"I am going to punish you. Go get your key. Meet me upstairs."

He was waiting for her by the door at the end of the hallway. Her heart beat fast as she unlocked the door. She stripped self-consciously. Once bare, she climbed the stairs slowly. He followed her up into the room at the top.

Her body trembled. Her eyes fell on the department store dummy. A quick flash of desire flickered through her, followed almost immediately by a wave of shame at the thought.

Anthony stroked her back lightly. "Stand over here." He led her gently into the center of the long, narrow room, where two metal rings were bolted to the floor several feet apart. She stood quietly where he put her, her heart pounding like a drum. He knelt at her feet to place a pair of thick leather cuffs around her ankles. "Spread your legs wider."

She did as he said, meekly. He fastened the cuffs to the rings, so that her legs were held wide apart. When he straightened, he dragged the heavy wooden stockade out of the corner. Her eyes widened. "What are you going to do to me?"

Anthony did not reply. He flipped open the top of the stock. "Bend over. Put your wrists and neck in here."

Eileen, feeling nervous and awkward, leaned forward. Heavy wood closed around her, trapping her. She felt pinned there, displayed in a helpless and available position like an exhibit at a museum. The wooden stock prevented her from seeing anything behind her.

Anthony ran his fingertips up and down along her bare back, causing a line of goose bumps to rise. "Now, let's see here," he said. "You had an orgasm just from playing with your breasts? We're going to have to give them some special attention, I think."

Eileen tugged at the thick wooden boards securing her wrists and head. The holes fitted around her snugly enough to prevent escape. Anthony rummaged through the drawers in front of her. A quiver of fear ran through her when she saw him take out two long pieces of chain, each with a large clamp on the end.

He moved around beside her where she couldn't see him. "Now hold still, little whore," he said. His hand rested lightly on the small of her back. "This won't take long..."

A clamp bit into her nipple. The sudden pain made her cry out.

"Shh. Just one more to go." Pain flared in her other nipple as the second clamp bit down. He released the chains, which dangled almost all the way to the floor. "There we go. That's not so bad, is it?" He chuckled. "Though this might be a bit worse." He knelt beside her. She felt a tugging, then a sense of pressure. When he stood, she realized he had connected heavy weights to the ends of the chains that pulled painfully on her nipples.

"Now, let's see. What would be most appropriate for your punishment this evening?" He rummaged through the drawers again. "You're probably not ready for this one yet...oh, here we go!" He held up a round, stiff leather paddle triumphantly. "Just the thing!"

A tremor passed through her body. "No, you can't!" she said. "Anthony! That's not right! It--"

He walked around behind her and smacked her ass soundly with a loud crack. Eileen jumped. She felt a hot flash of sensation, more startling than painful, that faded almost immediately into a warm glow. Her hands balled up into fists. She squirmed against the stock closed around her neck and wrists and pulled helplessly at the cuffs binding her ankles to the floor. The chains tugged on her nipples. "Anthony! No!"

He brought the paddle down with another resounding smack. Another white-hot flare of sensation, gone almost before she was aware of it, flashed through her. The glow it left in its wake intensified, not wholly unpleasant but not entirely pleasant either. She felt small and helpless, held securely like this, unable to escape the humiliating paddling.

He spanked with a steady rhythm. At each smack, she jerked slightly. The weights at the ends of the chains began to swing slowly back and forth.

That became the most insidious part of the punishment. Anthony carefully timed each spank so that when Eileen jumped, those evil weights swung in a larger and larger arc. They moved freely beneath her like pendulums on the ends of the chains, dragging her breasts with them, tormenting her nipples with an ever-changing tapestry of pain. Tears streamed down her face. Her ass glowed with fiery heat.

With each spank, the heat on her ass crept up farther inside her. Before long, she felt her pussy twitching with every stroke. Her clit throbbed steadily, begging to be touched; without quite being aware of when she had started doing it or why, she found herself angling her hips up each time he brought the paddle down, hoping he would strike her clit directly. Soon, she was moaning through her sobs.

"Well, well, well. You are absolutely incorrigible, you know that?" Anthony ran his palm lightly over her ass. Her skin was so sensitive the touch was almost painful. "Your body likes everything that happens to it. Is there anything I can do to you that doesn't turn you on?"

"No!" she cried.

"No, there is nothing that won't turn you on?" His voice seemed amused. He slipped his hand between her legs. Fingers probed her sex and found wetness.

"No!" Her face colored. "No, it's...this is wrong!"

"You keep saying that. Why is it wrong?" Anthony worked his fingers in and out.

"Because! Anthony, stop! You can't keep doing this to me!"

"Oh?" His fingers moved faster. "Why not?"

"Because! Because you're...it's...oh, God!" Eileen felt a moan escape her lips. "Because it...you're..." Tears of mortification streamed down her face. "Because you're making me like it!"

"And that's a bad thing?"

"Yes!" she wept. "Anthony, this is dirty! You're degrading me!"

"Mmm. Yes, I am." He shoved three fingers deep into her. "And it gets you hot."

"No!" she cried.

"You know what else? It kinda gets me hot, too." The fingers slipped out of her. She heard his zipper lower. His hands grabbed her waist. A moment later, his cock rammed into her. She gasped. "Oh!"

He took her roughly, plunging his hard cock deep, over and over. The weights bounced and tossed on the ends of the chains. Every jerk on her nipples was answered by a thrumming in her clit. Her sobs faded into moans. Her breathing became more ragged, and she tilted her hips back to meet his thrusts. "Oh! Oh! Oh, God! Oh, I'm going--"

Without warning, he pulled out, leaving her empty. She felt herself grasping for his cock and finding nothing. A long wail escaped her throat. "Please! Please!"

"Please what?" His hand caressed her back.

"Please, don't leave me! I need..." Her voice broke. Shame at what she was saying rushed through her.

"This is supposed to be a punishment, not a reward. Tell me what you need."

"No! I can't! It's too embarrassing!"

His hand came down sharply on her burning ass. "You don't have a choice. Tell me what you need!"

Fresh tears flowed. "I need you to be inside me! I need to be filled! I need..." Her voice quavered. "I need to come! Please!"

"So you admit this gets you hot?"

"Yes!" she sobbed. "It does! I want it!" Her shoulders shook. The weights danced on their chains.

"Now this is interesting. We're learning all kinds of things about you today, aren't we? You need to be filled, hmm?" He smiled a little lopsided smile. "I think I just might be able to accommodate you."

Eileen felt him grab her hips tightly. With one thrust, he was inside her again. She cried out, feeling her body respond immediately, her pussy clenching around his cock. "Oh, God!" she whimpered.

He pumped slowly but steadily in and out of her. Butterflies swirled. She felt her orgasm building rapidly, and she moaned with every thrust.

Just at the moment she felt that she was surely going to come, he pulled out of her again. She sobbed in frustration and need. He remained behind her, one hand resting lightly on her hip, until the weights stopped bobbing and came to rest hanging from the chains clamped so cruelly to her nipples. "Please," she whispered, "please..."

A bright, sharp flash of stinging pain blossomed on her burning ass. She shrieked and jumped. The stock held her in place. The weights started to swing again, dragging her nipples along with them.

He spanked her over and over with the paddle, ignoring her wails. She felt a different kind of tension building up in her, each stinging smack feeding the glowing heat that spread through her body. Her pussy twitched and clenched, grabbing at nothing. Wetness leaked humiliatingly down her thigh.

Abruptly, without warning, he was inside her again. Her scream faded into a long moan. The heavy weights jerked and bounced with his thrusts. The fiery pain in her nipples transmuted somehow into bright jolts of ecstasy, each one causing her clit to pulse and throb in response. "Please!" she begged. "Please don't stop! I--"

And then he was gone, pulling entirely out of her, leaving her empty. She sobbed with pain and need.

He gave her only a few moments to adjust before the paddle landed another sharp sting. She cried out, unable to escape, helpless in her bonds. He paddled steadily, in measured strokes, until the weights swung back and forth once more.

Eileen felt herself slipping away to a place she didn't understand. She felt strongly, intensely present in her body, as if her inner self were radiating through her skin and lighting up everything around her with crackling energy. Time lost its meaning. Everything--her fear, the shame at how her body was responding, her humiliation at being used this way, even the walls of the room where she was bound--faded away. Each stroke of the paddle was a blazing light that filled all of her awareness, leaving room for nothing else.

He grabbed her hips and thrust into her. She cried out unconsciously in pleasure. He forced her to the brink of orgasm before he pulled out, only this time, he gave her no opportunity to recover her breath before the paddling started again.

She lost track of how many times he did this to her, spanking her until she felt she would burst, then taking her roughly to the edge of orgasm. Everything, from the unceasing pain in her nipples to the sharp hard blows on her ass to the feel of his hard cock forced roughly into her, was an exquisite pleasure she could scarcely bear. She moaned and wailed and screamed incoherently, unable to speak or even to think.

At last, after he had pulled out of her and left her on the edge of a release that he would not let her have, while blows rained down in a cascade of sharp stings that felt like they would surely set her on fire, the orgasm could not be held back any more. She screamed as she came, the pleasure wracking her body even while he continued paddling. Her body jerked and twitched, and she pressed her hips up willingly to receive each stroke. Her pussy clenched in ecstasy over and over again until it dripped onto the rough wood floor.

When he finally stopped paddling, she hardly even noticed. She floated in a warm glow of sexual ecstasy for a long time, unconscious of her own moans. Even when Anthony unbuckled the straps around her ankles and unfastened the heavy wooden stock, she was still barely aware of what was happening. It wasn't until he unclamped the clamps from her nipples, causing two white-hot points of fresh pain to blossom, that she started to drift back into full awareness. 

He led her to the bed and helped her sit, his arms warm around her. "I think your body likes what I just did."

She shivered slightly without responding. She felt intoxicated by the surging heat inside her, all her resistance melted away, leaving her open to him in a way she hadn't ever felt before.

Anthony smiled his lopsided little smile. Her body responded to every touch. He wound his fingers through her hair and pulled. She sighed in pleasure, eyes half-closed. His other hand slid up her body to squeeze her breast tightly. She moaned softly, pressing into him.

"Tell me about your fantasy, the one that made you come," he said. His hand slipped down between her breasts, over her soft mound. Probing fingers found her clit. "Did it turn you on to think of strangers watching you? Did you like imagining them seeing you lean forward to take the man who raped you into your mouth?"

Her legs parted slightly to let his finger probe farther. "Yes," she breathed.

"In your fantasy, did you want him in your mouth?"

"No! I didn't want to. I couldn't help myself. It was just...just the training. But they didn't know that." She moaned, very softly. "They all thought I was a filthy slut who deserved to be used for sex."

His fingers moved in small circles, drawing a long gasp from her. "Does that turn you on, when people see you wanting it? Do you like being watched?"

"Oh!" Her voice was soft, breathy. "Yes. I like it when people see me like that. I like when they look at my body." Her eyes closed. "Ohhhhh."

"Are you a filthy slut who deserves to be used for sex?"

Her legs parted just a little bit wider. Wetness trickled from her onto soft leather. "Oh." Her hand glided up her body to her breast. Her fingers brushed very lightly across her aching nipple. "Yes," she breathed. The fantasy replayed itself vividly in her mind. "Yes, I am."

Anthony's lips brushed gently across Eileen's neck. His fingers stroked her clit, slowly, holding her there in that entranced state. Her sighs came faster, became little murmurs of pleasure. She felt drunk, lost within herself. "Mmm. That...ohhh!"

He stood suddenly, releasing her. It took a moment for her to realize he was gone. She blinked and looked up at him.

"Your punishment is finished." His lips quirked up. "For now. But there is one more thing I want you to do."

She watched him rummage through one of the bins. When he came back, he helped her stand. She leaned against him, arm around his waist, smiling dreamily to herself.

He brought her over to the wall near one of the windows. "Here. Take this." He pressed a smooth, cylindrical object in her hand. "Right here. I want you to write. Think of it as a testament, if you will."

"Write?"

"On the wall. In nice big letters."

She looked down, and realized she was holding a marker. "What do you want me to write?"

He grinned boyishly. "What you just said. I want you to write, 'I am a filthy slut who deserves to be used for sex.'"

Her heart skipped a beat. A storm of butterflies swirled in her stomach. She pressed the marker to the wall. It left a wide, dark mark, stark against old paint.

As she wrote, shivers of pleasure rippled through her. She felt like a young child, doing something naughty and getting away from it. The words formed on the wall, in bold block letters several inches high.

"Good." Anthony kissed her cheek. "Now sign it."

She signed the message with a flourish, "Eileen Porto." Seeing his last name after hers set off a small thrill inside her. She felt bound to him, her life closely entwined with his.

They both stood back to admire her work. "Read it out loud," he said.

"I am a filthy slut who deserves to be used for sex. Signed, Eileen Porto." The words felt alive as they left her lips.

"You will see that written up there whenever I punish you," he said. "But we are done for now. Here, let's go."

He led her back downstairs. She felt like she was still half-drunk. Her body buzzed and hummed with every step. She floated right past her clothes without even thinking to pick them up.

Anthony brought her into the bedroom, where he gestured for her to lie down on the bed. She stretched out on her stomach, basking in the luxury of clean sheets. He undressed unhurriedly, lying beside her only after he had stripped nude. His hands caressed her back. She smiled lazily, still basking in the warm glow that curled through her.

His hands slipped smoothly up and down along her body. She made small contented sounds beneath his touch.

Presently, he rolled her over on her side. His body pressed warm against her back. His hand moved around her to caress her breast, fingers wrapping around her bruised, tender nipple. She moved his hand away. "They're sore."




Training Ch. 07



He rolled away from her for a moment. When he came back, he pulled her hands forcefully behind her back. Cold, unyielding steel touched her wrists. She heard the cuffs ratchet shut.

The last of the dreaminess fled as though he had splashed water in her face. "Hey!" she cried, struggling against hard metal.

"Shh." He lay back down behind her. His hand crept over the side of her breast. "Shh. Don't fight. Just relax." His fingers pinched her nipple hard until she cried out.

His warm breath caressed her ear. "Yes," he murmured softly. "Now you're finally beginning to understand. You are mine. Your body is my property." She felt him press tighter against her. His penis grew hard between her thighs. "I can do whatever I want to you. Even if you're already sore. Shh. Just relax now. Take it."

He pressed her shoulders down until she was bent over nearly double on her side. He threw one leg over her hips, holding her in place. His fingers clamped down tighter on her nipple. His hard cock pressed slowly into her. She screamed at the cruel fingers pinching her sensitive nipple and intensity of his slow, merciless penetration.

"Yes. That's right." His teeth grazed her earlobe. "I know it's too much. Shh. You can take it anyway." His hand slid up to cover her mouth tightly, muffling the scream.

He took her like that, from behind, in long, slow thrusts. The weight of his body held her trapped, bent over uncomfortably, hands awkwardly cuffed behind her back, pinned between them. He felt huge inside her, even his slow thrusting overwhelming her wet and aching pussy. He kept his hand clamped over her mouth, forbidding her to speak or scream. She felt trapped somewhere between pleasure and pain, her body unable to interpret what was happening to it, even when his breathing became ragged and thick hot come gushed up into her.

When he pulled out, she lay still on the bed, twitching slightly. She didn't move when he left the room, or when he came back in. Not until she saw what was in his hand did she try to rise. "No! No, you can't do that! Please, no!"

"Sorry. Doctor's orders." He grabbed her ankles and used his grip to roll her onto her back. "Your training isn't finished yet."

She gasped when he pushed the training device up into her. Warm wet come squished out around it. He passed the belt beneath her and around her waist. She struggled feebly against him when he pulled her legs apart to run the band between them. The lock clicked.

When the device was firmly in place, he flipped her face-don to remove the cuffs She lay limply on the bed, not moving. Her pussy twitched around the hard round vibrator within it.

All of a sudden, it began buzzing harshly. She arched her back and screamed. Instantly, it switched off again. She writhed on the bed, panting. Anthony watched her calmly. "I know," he said. "I know it's hard. You can take it anyway. He watched her squirm for a while, smiling, before he turned and walked from the room.

It was a long time before Eileen could collect herself enough to stand. The thought of putting clothes over her bruised, aching nipples was unbearable. She wandered out naked into the living room in a daze, to find Anthony placidly reading a book. "Hello, little whore!" he beamed. The vibrator started again, in a pattern of long and short bursts. She cried out.

"Stand up straight," he commanded. "Shoulders back. Chin up. Breasts out. Or I will tie you up again." His tone was stern, and his eyes flashed fire. She made a noise halfway between a whimper and a sob, but complied.

He kept her next to him on the couch while he read. Eileen's body, overused and stretched to its limit, ached. The vibrator tormented her without ceasing. Her pussy clenched painfully each time it started buzzing; every interrupted near-orgasm was torture. He ignored her as she suffered beside him, except to admonish her to sit straight with her shoulders back whenever she hunched over.

By the time he had finished reading, Eileen was moaning nonstop. He set down his book and smiled at her. "Wait here. I'll make us dinner."

She was so wrapped up in the torment the vibrator was inflicting on her aching sex and in the constant, throbbing pain in her nipples that she barely noticed him leave. She heard sounds from the kitchen. The vibrator suddenly went into overdrive, causing her body to squeeze down painfully around it. She screamed. An image, sharp and vivid, formed in her head: the supermarket clerk entering her roughly in the dirty space behind the store while a crowd of customers watched. Her hands flew unbidden to her breasts. She squeezed hard and screamed again.

When Anthony came back, he found her with her eyes closed, fondling her breasts and making a series of low whimpering noises.

"You know," he said, "it would be easy to get a metal bra to lock over your breasts when you're wearing your training device. It would keep you from having any more unauthorized orgasms from feeling yourself up. But I think I like keeping things the way they are now. Will you get so worked up you'll just have to make yourself come, even though you know you'll be punished? It will be so exciting to find out!"

She looked up at him helplessly, hands on her breasts, legs spread wide. Her body glowed with sweat. "Unnnngh!"

"Yes, I know. You're such a filthy slut you'd love to just keep doing dirty things to your body, but it's time to eat. Do you think you can quit masturbating long enough for dinner?"

Eileen felt the heat of shame rise on her face. She followed him into the kitchen, abashed, and sat at the small table.

Throughout dinner, Eileen didn't say a word. Each time the vibrator inside her started to run, she let out a soft "Uh!" and forced herself to squeeze down on it until it stopped. Anthony watched with amusement.

When dinner was over, he walked over to her chair. "Stay there." He turned her chair away from the table. Eyes glittering, he unzipped his pants.

"What are you doing?" A small nervous tremor crept into her voice.

"You've spent the evening masturbating. Now it's my turn. I'm going to masturbate, too." He grabbed her hair painfully tight. "I'm just going to use you to do it."

He shoved her head down roughly. "No! Stop! I....ugk!" she cried.

He kept his tight grip, using her hair like a handle to force her mouth up and down over his cock. Her lips wrapped around him, and her tongue stroked the underside of his shaft, even while she grabbed his wrists and struggled to escape.

True to his word, Anthony used her as though she were nothing more than a masturbation aid. Eileen felt utterly dehumanized, as though she were simply a convenient object for him to use to pleasure himself, not really part of the process at all. Hot tears ran down her cheeks. 

She imagined how it would look to someone watching what he was doing to her. She could picture the scene, Anthony using both hands on her head to stroke himself with her mouth, not even allowing her to offer him pleasure, indifferent to her choking sobs.

The feeling of objectification grew stronger. With it came a tingling between her legs. The vibrator, as if sensing her reaction, began to buzz. A jolt of pleasure rippled through her.

Eileen felt herself slipping into the same trance-like state she had felt when he was punishing her up in the attic. Her struggles quieted and stopped. A warm glow spread through her body. She felt herself surrender to him, becoming complicit in the way he was using her. The words she'd written on the wall echoed in her mind: I am a filthy slut who deserves to be used for sex. Her pussy twitched.

He moved her head faster, pushing her down on each stroke until she choked. Her submission deepened. Her hands fondled her breasts, fingers twisting her nipples harshly. The pain reminded her of how he had punished her, and how good it had felt to be in that place where she belonged to him. 

The vibrator ran faster. She squeezed her breasts tightly, silently giving herself to Anthony, willing him to please himself with her. He grew thicker in her mouth.

When he came, she closed her eyes and accepted it compliantly. Warm thick jizz spilled from her lips. He pushed her head down harder. She felt him at the back of her throat, demanding. He twitched and spurted again. She gagged involuntarily. More come spilled out of her mouth.

When he was finished, he pulled from her mouth and wiped himself off on the side of her face. She gazed up at him, pliant, willing, his semen dripping from her lips to splash between her breasts. He smiled.

"Do you like that, little whore? You like belonging to me?"

She nodded. The warm glow radiated through her. Her pussy twitched around the vibrator. "Yes," she said.

"Prove it," he said.

The words sent a jolt through her. Suddenly, overwhelmingly, she felt willing to do anything he asked, no matter how painful or degrading, to show him how much she wanted him to use her. 

"What do you want me to do?" Her voice was raspy.

He smiled. "Nothing you haven't done already. A simple thing, really. So simple, I scarcely even bother to ask."

Her breathing quickened. An odd emotion, very much like disappointment, squeezed her heart. She most fiercely desired to hear him ask her for some deeply humiliating, degrading act that would show him how much she was willing to give herself to him. "But..."

His smile grew wider. "You look so disappointed! Did you want to do something that's not so simple?"

Eileen, eyes downcast, did not respond.

"Ah, well. It doesn't matter what you want, does it? Here's what you're going to do. You're going to do the very same thing you did this afternoon, before I got home. You're going to fantasize about that lovely story you told me, and you're going to fondle yourself while you do it until you come." His grin became wolfish, feral. "This time, I'm going to watch. And when I see you come, I am going to know just how much you love being used as a fuck-toy. You'll never be able to tell me you don't like it again."

Eileen blushed. "But...my breasts hurt," she mumbled defensively. "And they're messy."

"I don't care." Anthony sat down next to her. "Do it anyway."

She shuddered. Her heart beat fast. Reluctantly, she brought her hands back up to her breasts. His semen, warm and slick, squished around her fingers. The feeling ordinarily disgusted her; now, it made her quiver. The dirtiness of it felt exciting, as if it were one more way she could show him how she felt.

The vibrator ran at a steady low him inside her. She closed her eyes and leaned back. The taste of Anthony's come lingered on her tongue. She returned to the imaginary scene behind the grocery store.

In her mind, the cashier who had dragged her out there now chuckled at her eagerness. "You see?" he called to the onlooking crowd. "You see how much she wants it?" His hands held her head tightly. "Should I give it to her?"

A murmur rippled through the watchers. Eileen knelt in front of him on the ground, her tattered clothing hanging from her in shreds. He looked down at her. "You want my cock in your mouth, don't you?"

She tried to protest. Her words were silenced by his hard erection, shoved forcefully between her lips. She choked.

The vibrator picked up speed. In the kitchen, Eileen squeezed her breasts tightly, savoring the pain. She fondled and caressed herself under Anthony's gaze, her skin slippery beneath her hands. Her body crackled with erotic tension.

Her hands moved faster up and down her body. In the part of her that was behind the grocery store, the cashier's thick cock filled her mouth, musky with the taste of her own juices. She began to suck immediately, thoughtlessly, bobbing her head up and down the way she had been trained to do. She sobbed openly, but her feelings of violation at the rape were not enough to overcome her conditioning. Her tongue swirled around the invading penis.

"There, that's right! I knew you wanted it!" he said. He released her head. She wanted to stop, but in her imagination, the training was much to strong for her to break; she could not pull herself away. She slurped on his erect shaft entirely on her own, without being forced, all the conditioning she had undergone overriding her will completely. Her body shook with humiliation. All around her, the onlookers cheered her on.

Anthony watched her touching herself intently. She leaned back in the wooden chair, her eyes tightly closed, moaning steadily. Her legs were spread wide, and her hands groped her breasts, more roughly than he had expected. She seemed utterly lost in her fantasy, completely unaware of anything else. Sweat and come glistened on her skin.

Eileen imagined the cock swelling in her mouth. She moved faster, willing for him to come, praying that it would all be over soon.

The cashier had other ideas. "Stop," he said. His hands caught her head. "Not like that. I want these people to see me come, so they will know how much you like it." He pulled from her mouth. "Use your hands. Make me come. Show them how slutty you are."

The vibrator revved faster. Eileen squeezed her breasts tightly and gasped. She pictured herself kneeling in front of him and wrapping her hands around his shaft. She tried to pull away as she stroked, but his strong grip stopped her. He brought her face down to the tip of his cock. "Stay right there."

"No!" she protested. From somewhere in the crowd behind her, she heard a chuckle. Her hands slid up and down his shaft. "I don't want--"

He cried out as he came. Thick gouts of semen spurted over her face. She sputtered, caught off-guard, and tasted the disgusting stuff on her lips. More tears flowed.

Eileen arched her back, so absorbed in the fantasy, she didn't even feel the vibrator stop. Her fingers squeezed her nipples rhythmically. "Oh! Oh!"

She imagined her assailant jerking her abruptly to her feet. He turned her toward the audience, showing them the come dripping off her face. "I told you she likes it!" he said. His hands pulled her arms roughly behind her back. "See for yourselves. I will hold her while you all have her. Don't hold back! She likes it rough." His lips moved close to her ear. "Beg for it. Tell them you want it."

Anthony watched Eileen's lips moving silently. She twisted her nipples harshly, over and over again. He leaned closer to her. "Tell me you're mine," he said. "Tell me this is what you want."

In her mind, Anthony's voice merged with the clerk's. She tugged sharply on her nipples. Her pussy clenched. "I want it!" she cried. "I am yours! Don't hold back!" Her back arched again. "Rape me! Use me, I need it! Oh God, please rape me!" She imagined the watchers drawing closer, some of them already unzipping their pants, crowding close while the cashier held her firmly. "I like it rough! This is what I need! Please rape me!"

The orgasm hit with such intensity that it took her breath away. When it had passed and she could finally breathe again, she opened her eyes to find him looking at her placidly. She blushed and lowered her gaze. The feeling of submission lingered in her post-orgasmic haze.

"Tell me what you were thinking about when you came."

She shivered. "He...he defiled me with his...you know, his semen. On my face. And then he..." Her voice grew hoarse. "Then he...he offered me to other people. He told me to beg for it." Her pussy twitched around the inert vibrator locked within it.

"You like that." It wasn't a question.

"Yes." Butterflies swirled. "I do."

"You are a mess. Scoop that come off your tits."

A flash of arousal passed through her. She ran her fingertips up between her breasts, scooping up the semen that still clung there.

"You know what to do." 

She nodded. "I...think so. You..." She flushed. "You want me to put it in my mouth."

He took the compact remote control from his pocket. "And you know what else is going to happen."

"You're going to make me come again?"

"Yes." His deep brown eyes watched her calmly.

He pressed a button. The vibrator started to buzz. She raised her fingers to her lips. Her tongue swirled around her fingertips, just as he had taught her. Face flushing, she pressed her fingers into her mouth, coughing just a little at the taste.

The vibrator ran more quickly. "Hnnf," she said. She pushed her fingers deeper, until they touched the back of her throat. A powerful surge of sexual need, so strong it was nearly blinding, swept through her. She marveled at how easily, and thoroughly, her body had been programmed, even though the taste of his semen still disgusted her.

She clamped her legs together tightly. "Hnngh! Ughk!" Her taut nipples burned with pain. She rammed her fingers down her throat, trying to distract herself from the sharp, painful contractions between her legs.

When she came, it was a short, sharp shock, over almost before she realized it had started. She shrieked once around her fingers, then went limp and still. The buzzing stopped. 

"Thank you," she whispered.

"For what?"

She looked down. "I don't know."

The rest of the evening passed quietly. Anthony read his book, while Eileen curled up next to him on the couch. They spoke little, save for her occasional gasps when the vibrator tormented her especially acutely. She luxuriated in his closeness, her head on his shoulder while he read.

When he was finally ready for bed, she followed him into the bedroom and stood quietly while he unlocked her training harness. When he had finished, she picked up a pillow and set it on the floor. He looked at her and smiled.

"Most excellent. You are learning the routines well. Come here." He crooked his finger to her. "Arouse me. Turn me on. Before you give me the gift of your mouth, make sure I want to use it."

"How?"

"Like I showed you. Use your body to arouse me. There's more to being a sex slave than just giving yourself to me. Part of your duty is to turn me on. Make me want you."

Hesitantly, she approached him, feeling the same self-consciousness she often felt while bathing him. She wrapped her arms lightly around him, hands running up and down his back, and touched her lips lightly to his. He murmured softly. When he moved forward to kiss her, she slipped away, kissing his neck instead. Her hands slipped over his shoulders to caress his chest.

As quick as lightning, he darted forward to kiss her lips. She surrendered to it, parting her lips for his tongue as she unbuttoned his shirt. When it hung open, she let her nipples graze against his bare chest.

He sighed softly. Encouraged, she slipped her hands down to his waistband. His pants unfastened at her touch. She leaned closer, pressing her body to him, and kissed him deeply. Her hands slipped inside his waistband to find his hardening erection. She stroked softly with subtle little motions, encouraging him.

Eileen felt him harden in her hand. Slowly, she sank to her knees, planting a row of kisses all the way down his body. He shrugged the shirt off, letting it drop with a whisper behind him. She slipped his pants down, bit by bit, teasing him, leaning close enough to let him feel her warm breath before moving away. She kept moving down, lower and lower, until she was lying prostrate at his feet. She untied his shoes and removed them, her breasts pressing into the pillow on the floor. When she had slipped off his socks, she tilted her head to look up at him from that position, reaching up to run her fingernails lightly along the underside of his cock. He let out a very small noise, somewhere between a sigh and a moan.

She straightened, slipping her fingers beneath the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down along with his pants. His small noises, and the responses her touch drew from his body, excited her too; soon she found herself quivering with arousal, her pussy dripping, despite what she knew she would soon have to do.




Training Ch. 07



Knowing how good she was making him feel, Jane held his cock and sucked and sucked and sucked as she rolled his balls with her other hand. She milked them and milked it making sure she got every last drop. Finally she let her lips off his cock head and looked at him. She held his cock squeezing it with her hand and licking the last drop off the hole. She was looking in his eyes as she took the drop of cum off the cock head. She saw the pleasure she had just given her son and she moved up and held him to her breast. 

Bobby immediately took a hard red nipple in his mouth and sucked it like a baby! "Yes, yes baby! Yes! Suck them for me. Did mommy make you feel good with her mouth baby? I just love making you happy Bobby. I just love sucking your big cock and drinking all that sweet cum for you. Did mommy do a good job sucking your cock baby", she teased him with her words.

Bobby moaned and held his lips on her nipples. He laid there with her tit in his mouth and again they fell asleep in each others arms.

When Bobby woke up it was almost noon on Saturday. He sat up and smiled thinking back of the night he had spent with his mother. God what sex they had. He wondered where she was when he smelled her power coming from the bathroom. He got up and walked nude into the room and saw his mother bending over drying her hair. She had just come out of the shower. 

As she bent over like she was her big tits hung down with those nipples still long and red. He moved into the room and came up behind her. As he pressed his body into her, he reached around and cupped her tits, one in each hand. They over flowed his hands. As she jumped with surprise he told her: "GOD you have nice tits mom." 

"Well it's about time you got up sleepyhead. I was going to come in and wake you when I was done. I was covered with your cum from last night Bobby and I just had to wash it off. I needed a shower this morning bad. How do you feel", she asked him

He smiled and turned her around. He kissed her and pressed his body into hers. His cock was growing as he did it. She felt it grow up under her pussy and between her thighs. "Bobby does that thing ever stay soft", she laughed as they pulled back to see it sticking up for her to see.

"Not with you nude and smelling so good like this it doesn't", he whispered as he held her. 

"Oh Bobby last night was so good. Thanks you baby for making me feel so good again. I never felt I would have another man in my life, but I sure have one now. You were great baby. Now go take a shower and get clean. I'm going to make breakfast for us. Hurry now"' she said as she kissed him and pulled on his hard cock one time before running out the door.

Bobby watched her ass and tits bouncing and shaking as she almost danced into the bedroom. She was like a school girl so happy and bouncing everywhere. He stroked his cock one time and turned on the water thinking: "I wonder what is in store for me, for us today?"

When he finished his shower he could smell the bacon cooking and as he slipped on a pair of shorts and went down to the kitchen. When he got there he just stood in the doorway just looking at his mother. He moaned to himself. 

Jane had on a little silky robe that just covered her ass and pussy. It was at least two feet above her knees and showed off her thighs. Her big tits were pressing out at the top as a belt tied around her small stomach was all that held it closed. "God you look good mom", he said as he stood there looking at her.

She turned and smiled at him. She looked him up and down and saw his cock still semi-hard pressing against his shorts. She wiggled a finger at him to come to her and he did. As they stood together she kissed him and pressed her body into him. When they broke the kiss she handed him a piece of bacon and watched as he ate it. 

Then Jane backed up a few steps and turned around for him. She smiled at his face with the lust all over it when she turned back. She saw him adjust his cock in his shorts. She lifted the robe to show him she had nothing on under it. "No panties Bobby, no bra either, only this silk robe and Bobby I'll be like this for you whenever we are alone. Whenever you want me, just take me Bobby I'm all yours. The sex we had last night was the best I have ever had and I want more, much more Bobby. I hope you feel the same way", she told him.

Then she just stood there and Bobby took her in his arms and kissed her as his hand cupped her open pussy. They kissed long and hard as Bobby rubbed it and put a finger in it. She didn't move she let him have her anyway he wants her. When they separated he said: "I want you all the time mom. Day and night, I always want you. I have wanted you for years. God when I see you dressed like this and know how bad you want me to fuck you and make you cum I could go crazy on you!"

She laughed and said: "Well you better eat your breakfast Bobby because today I'm going to wear out that hard cock of yours."

She reached for it and held it and squeezed it. Bobby moaned. They sat down and had breakfast. She left her robe open showing him her breasts, legs and her shaved pussy. Jane took his cock out of his shorts and held it and as they ate she stroked it. "You are so hard all the time Bobby. God your youth is going to wear me out or give me heart attack", she told him.

He laughed and stood up. She bent forward and kissed the head of his cock. She was going to suck it for him but Bobby pulled her up and sat her on the kitchen table. He opened her legs and moved his body between them. She smiled as she felt his fingers open her pussy's outer lips, His cock head touching the pink insides. "Oh Bobby fuck me again. Fuck me right here on the kitchen table. Fuck me in every room of the house! Fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me," she moaned the words as he pushed into her. 

Bobby smiled as he pushed into his mother's wet hot cunt and she wrapped her legs around his body. Her arms went around his neck and they stayed like that as he moved and pumped into her. As the heat and excitement built up in both of them, Jane wondered if she could keep up with him. She held him tight and he fucked her and fucked her and fucked her until she climaxed on his dick. 

It was like a honey moon for them both. She whispered: "I love you baby, I love you more than anything."

He kissed her and kept pumping his cock into her. He told her: "I love you too. God mom you're going to wear me out. You are like you can't get enough. Bonnie told me you would be hot and horny but man you are crazy with lust for my cock aren't you?"

She laughed and told him: "It's been so long Bobby. Yes baby mommy needs you to fuck her a lot. Will you do that for me?"

He told her: "As much or more than you want mom. I will never say no to you. Never."

Then she cried out as he picked her up with his big dick still inside her pussy. He carried her to the bedroom, his bedroom this time, and they fucked away the rest of the day.

When dinner time came around they were still in bed. But, the phone rang and Bonnie was on the other end of the line. She said: "Hey Jane, how are you? Is your pussy sore yet? Can you still walk?"

They laughed and then Bonnie said: "We got a little problem. Can you come over and chat with me about it without Bobby? It's about Dhea. She wants another go with Bobby and she won't take no for an answer. I think we are going to have to add her to our little group. Take your time but come over when you can. By the way how was it?"

Jane told her: "I'll be over in a few minutes and oh yes please have something to eat I'm starving. Bobby has had me in bed since breakfast. It was and is glorious, perfect, we both love it!"

They laughed and then Jane told Bobby to order a pizza she had to go to Bonnie's for a while. She told him: "Rest up because when I come back I want to ride that big dick with me on top again. I love that position Bobby."

He smiled knowing how good it would be to watch his mom on top riding his dick as he played with those big tits again! Besides when she rode his cock on top, he could see his dick going in and out of her pussy hole better.



Training Ch. 08



Dhea was a beautiful 26 year old Asian woman from Java. For those who don't know where that is, it's in the Pacific Ocean near China. 

She was small as are almost all women from that area of the world. Raised by her mother, Dhea was taught at an early age to be very proper and sub-servant to her husband when she got one. But, most of these ladies are like that with all men when alone. It was the custom of the country. This way of life was instilled into her brain from a very early age. Handed down from generation to generation a girl was taught that a woman was made to please her man and serve them in all ways, including and especially sexually. 

Standing no more than 5'1' and weighting only about 95 pounds Dhea was extremely attractive at a young age. Cute and not becoming absolutely beautiful until she was older, Dhea still had men seeking her and fighting over her since she was a teenager. She learned that men would bend over backwards to talk with her and do things for her in an attempt to meet and get to k now her better. They all had one thing in their brains, to have sex with her. Dhea learned at an early age how to use her beauty and charm to achieve what she wanted and get what she wanted in life from these men. 

As she grew into an adult she had various jobs that paid next to nothing in the way of wages or benefits but she always seem to have more and get more than the other girls. 

Then one day while working as a clerk in a store she met a representative from the American Embassy. He just walked into the shop she was working in and was immediately overwhelmed by her beauty. He visited often and always purchased much more than he wanted. He stayed and chatted with Dhea for long periods of time. Finally she went out with him.

A few days later she was offered a job at the Embassy and began working for the man. They met after work and he made love to her and gave her things, expensive things. She became his woman. That is until the Ambassador saw her. Then she began to work directly for him as an assistant to his social scheduler in his office with other women. But, Dhea still met the young man after work and fucked him almost every night in his bed.

Her mother, family and friends all felt Dhea having a good job at the Embassy was wonderful news since working for the Americans was considered a very special job with major benefits. Dhea received a nice salary when she started working for the 'old man'. That's what everyone called the Ambassador but actually his real name was Frank. The income she received was used to help support her family and give her a little independence. She moved into her own place and the relationship with the young man began to fail and a new one began to develop with Frank. She told the young man she had to work late and stay with the 'old man' during lunch and it started to occupy her time. 

Dhea was very willing to work and help with doing those tasks that really weren't hers but that no one else wanted to perform. Everyone at the Embassy loved her. She was so willing and happy to do anything asked of her by her boss. Plus the fact that she was extremely lovely made it easier for her to get her way most of the time.

The Ambassador began to notice her more and more. Her beauty made her stand out against the other women in the office and building. He began to take a very special interest in seeing to her development. In fact as time went by, Frank started to have private meetings with Dhea which he called English training sessions. These meetings were held behind close doors and with just the two of them. 

As the meetings with the Ambassador continued he became more and more charmed by Dhea and her natural beauty. Then one day he couldn't stand it any more and touched her arm and pulled her to him. She was scared at first but didn't want to be fired so she did nothing when he kissed her and held her body close to his. That was the start of her new relationship and Frank began her training. The affair would last over three years. 

Now each time they would met the 'old man' began to make his move and take it a little further. He began by undressing her. First it was the removing of her top. She would stand there in her bra and he would look at her and pull her closer and kiss her again and again. Then he would remove her bra and used his hands to touch her small but full tits. He absolutely loved her small breasts with those dark nipples which grew hard and long and very thick. They would look like erasers by the time he was done with them. 

Dhea's body was perfect but Frank always stayed above her belly t first and would hold her to him and touch her and play with her tits. She never said no to him and he went very slowly so she wouldn't get to scared or upset with what he was doing to her. He was very careful not to upset her or get caught by the staff. 

Then one day he had both of her young lovely breasts out and as usually he used his hands to play with them and teased the nipples. But, this day as he played with them he became overwhelmed with her sexy body and beautiful face. He kissed her and worked on her tits even more than before. When her nipples grew hard and long, Frank bent down and sucked her tits for the first time. Dhea loved it. She held his bald head and pushed her small tit deeper into his mouth and held him as she whispered things like: "Oh yes Frankie suck them that feel so good. Suck baby suck Dhea's nipples for her."

Frank was wild with his lust and need. It was the first time she had said anything during these sessions. She loved how his lips felt on her nipples and how his tongue licked them and played with them as he sucked. He asked her if she like what he was doing to her breasts and she told him: "Yes. Yes sir. It feels wonderful. Suck more. Suck, Frankie suck!"

So now it became something he did almost immediately after opening her blouse and removing the bra. He cupped them both in his two hands and   sucked each tit like a baby! She held his head and stroked his face. Then she started talking to him more and more telling him how good it felt to have him suck her tits. 

He started to instruct her in what to say and how to use words like tit, and nipple, and suck them. These words make his little cock grow harder and throb and jump with excitement. Frank loved when she talked to him using those words. It made his lust for her even stronger.

After these sessions ended for the day, there were times when Dhea saw a big wet stain on the front of his slacks. She didn't know the 'old man' had cum in his slacks at first. She wondered if he peed himself. But then she realized that it only happened when he was sucking her tits and she was talking to him.

She saw the spot of wetness form there one day as he played with and sucked her tits. When she told him to suck the nipples she saw him wet his pants and know he had cum without touching his cock. It was sort of a strange relationship. But, Frank treated her very well and so she let him do it week after week for a few months. Each time he did it he gave her something, a gift, perfume, or jewelry or money from his own pocket. He would tell her to go buy something sexy to wear the next time they got together.

Each time they met he sat in his chair and now he had her sitting on his lap. He would open her blouse and undo her bra and hold and suck her tits. Then one day it was different. He told her to sit in the chair and he stood. 

As she did as instructed, Frank stood next to her and instead of him removing her top, he told her to take off her top. She did as she was told and as she sat in the chair nude from the stomach up Frank just looked at her, well at her breasts. She felt a little funny just sitting there and he just looked at her. But she could see his little cock growing hard in his slacks. His crotch was at her eye level.

He turned more towards her and told her to undo and unzip his slacks. Dhea undid the belt of his slacks and then pulled down the zipper. His slacks fell to his feet. He then took her hand and gently put it inside his baggy shorts as he told her to hold his hard cock. Again she did what she was told. 

Finally when he was hard, Frank told her to take it out and hold it. Then he instructed her on how to play with it. Dhea had done this a couple times while she was growing up and dating her boyfriends. But this was a different. This was the Ambassador, and her boss. It was his cock she was holding now and she knew she had better do a good job with it.

She held his cock in her little hand and felt it throbbing. Frank smiled and her and told her to relax. Then he told her that it felt so good having her hold his sex and that he wanted her to jerk him off. She looked at him and  wasn't completely sure what he wanted. So Frank took her hand and showed her what he wanted her to do and how to jerk him off. As he played with her right tit, she masturbated his cock and made the 'old man' cum on her arm, hand and tits. This was another step in her development as Frank called it.

Later after he cleaned her breasts up removing the cum, Frank asked her if she liked doing that and she said: "Not much Frankie, I like it better when you suck my nipples."

He told her that next time they would do both and that sometimes they all had to do things they really didn't want to do in order to get what they wanted out of life. Dhea understood exactly what he meant. She smiled at him and told him: "I understand Frank. I jerk you off and you suck my nipples."

From then on she always sat in the chair and he stood next to her. Now he didn't have to be told to unzip him and take his cock out. Dhea knew what to do and she did it. He had trained her to unzip his slacks, take out his old cock and jerk him off until he shot his load on her hand, arm and tits, without being told. He would always clean her up and afterwards and then they changed position and she sat on his lap and Frank played with her tits and sucked her nipples as he taught her new words like cock and cum and balls. 

As time went on they moved from that chair to the sofa. Now Frank insisted that she wear a skirt on those days they would meet. He began to worship her body. Now the 'old man' had her sit on the sofa and he would kneel in front of her. He would have her lift her skirt slowly and hold it up with her hands as he used his hands to open her legs and he looked at her pretty panties. 

The Ambassador would kneel there just looking up under her skirt and he would stay just like that for a little while just looking at her. Again Dhea felt it was strange but she knew eventually it would pay off. He had told her that he would do what he promised if she let him see her thighs and panties covering her pussy. Frank told Dhea he would go down on her and lick and suck her pussy. No man had ever done that to her before but women told her how good it felt to have a tongue lick their pussy.

The first time it happened she went wild. Since Dhea had never had this done to her before, she exploded with huge orgasms. Her body convulsed and she fucked the 'old man's face like she was taken over by a witch. She held his head and moaned and cried out as she came and came.

Frank loved to lick and taste her and she loved how his tongue made her feel. After he licked her and made her cum a few times Dhea had to pull his head out from between her legs. She didn't want to do it but her pussy became too sensitive for any more. But she was sure Frank would stay down there, between her open thighs as long as she wanted him to do it. He seemed to love being there on his knees licking and sucking her wetness. 

When she was done, Frank would have her masturbate him and make him cum on her thighs as he sucked her nipples and played with her tits while they sat on the sofa. They lay on the sofa together holding each other so she could jerk him off and he could suck her tits.

As she jerked him off, he just loved playing with her tits and now he began to rub her inner thighs with on hand as he told her to leave her legs open. She left her thighs wide open almost crudely, and did so until he shot his load. 

As she remembered back it was sort of funny that for almost a year he never touched her pussy or ass. He licked it and sucked it but he never used his hands, never. Now he was always touching her inner thighs and pussy and ass. All he had to do was touch her leg and she would gladly open them for him. She knew that Frank would go down on her and eat her cunt and she wanted this badly.

Finally one quiet afternoon when they were to have their 'English' session, he told her they were going to lunch together instead. He wanted to talk with her about something very important. They went to the best hotel in town and after a spectacular lunch then he took her to a room and for the first time he fucked her. 

It was a special day for both of them. For him he had finally got to feel his cock inside her. He undressed her and stood there looking at her perfect body. Finally he laid her back on the bed fully nude and again he just looked at her for the longest time. 

She knew what he liked and she opened her thighs wide and lifted her arms over her head and showed off her body completely. With her body open and spread for his pleasure the 'old man' almost came before he got his dick inside her tight wet pussy. He had licked her and made her cum like usual and while she was recovering he told her he was going to fuck her and it would be worth her while if she didn't fight him. She didn't fight and he put on a condom and entered her body and lasted maybe 20 seconds. Dhea was just too beautiful.

It was a special day for Dhea too. It was the next step in her development but it also meant he would pay her more, she was sure of it. She held him and let him hump her pussy until he spewed into a condom. The good part was he licked her pussy again after he fucked her and made her cum many time that day. 

They spent a few hours in the room. Most of the time, that afternoon, he played with her body, licking her pussy on and off and making her cum over and over again. She just held his bald head and told him how good he was making her feel when he licked her pussy. She held his cock and even licked it and sucked on it trying to make it hard again but he was done. The Ambassador did his best to make her enjoy every minute they were together because he wanted her to go with him again and again.

Dhea didn't really like having sex with him but she went with him on a weekly basis. He was too old, and his body was not very good and his cock was semi-hard at best. But his tongue and mouth worked magic on her. She always had multi- orgasms from his oral talents and so she just let him fuck her for a half a minute and cum in his condom. 

She knew Frank was done for the day and the rest of the afternoon would be for her pleasure and enjoyment. The rest of their time was spent with him between her legs licking and sucking her pussy or playing with her tits and nipples. She had to stay nude the entire time but that was becoming easier and easier for her to do.

The 'old man' at times just sat on the bed between her open legs and looked at her smiling as he opened her pussy lips and touched her red insides. She was so beautiful! Then he would go back down on her and lick her making her feel good as he got another orgasm for her.

After that first time with him in that hotel room the Ambassador changed her job and increased her salary and gave her medical benefits which she could use to help her mother. This added money and benefit was well worth the little time it took to make the 'old man' cum. 

Finally the last part of Dhea's training and development began to get underway. The 'old man' told her that she need to develop a better way of greeting and entertaining people and when she developed it she would work with him all the time and travel with him and earn much more money. 

Frank said that his wife Barbara would work with her and teach her how to do it. At first it began with them inviting Dhea to their private home on the weekends to learn the various things needed to learn to become a high ranking official in the Embassy. Dhea had a proper attitude but needed to be shown how to greet people and how to sit and what to say and not say and how to entertain people just by talking, things like that. 

Barbara had been the wife of the Ambassador of almost 40 years and she knew all about these sort of things. Plus she loved to see Dhea and look at her beautiful face and body. 

She always told the Ambassador later at night after a party or function that they all attended that she wanted Dhea to come to her and sleep with her, and have sex with both of them. The 'old man's wife was a woman who went both ways. 

The old man' told his wife he was working on it and soon they both would have Dhea in their bed providing sex and that it would be very soon. He told her that Dhea would begin staying over at their house as their guest full time. Then they would start to teach her what it would take for her to come to America.

It started with a touch from Barbara just like the time in the chair in the office with Frank. Barbara would touch her hair or shoulder or arm. They sat together and she would always touch Dhea's knee or face. 

Then one day Barbara told her they were going to just relax and had her change into a bathing suit that Frank had purchased just for Dhea. It was a very small bikini and Dhea felt a little funny wearing it in front of Barbara the wife of the man she was fucking. But since Frank had purchased it for her she dare not say no. She looked stunning in it.

As they lay out Barbara began to touch her trainee and it became more and more personal. Finally Barbara removed Dhea's top and she began to play with her breast just like Frank did. She and Dhea sat in the lounge chair. Barbara sat on the side next to Dhea as she lay back on the chair. Barbara just started touching Dhea between her legs right on her pussy covered only by the small bottom of the bikini.

When Dhea started to protest Barbara told her it would be better if she just went along. She told Dhea that she knew the Ambassador was fucking her and she just wanted to do the same thing. Barbara talked to her about eating her pussy and that she knew Dhea love to have her pussy licked by Frank. She told Dhea how much better it felt when a woman did it, after all who knows more about a woman's body than another woman. 

Dhea listened and wondered if that was true. Dhea stopped protesting completely now knowing Barbara knew about the affair. Barbara opened Dhea's legs wide and started to make love to her on the lounge chair. 

It didn't take an experienced woman like Barbara very long to make Dhea cum that first time. Barbara just rubbed and finger fucked Dhea until she climaxed in the chair. Then Barbara stood up and took Dhea's hand and they went to the bedroom. After they both undressed, Barbara laid Dhea back on the bed and she taught Dhea how it felt when a woman made love to her.

Soon Barbara knew Dhea would be making love to her pussy in return. But right now Barbara just wanted Dhea to get use to the idea of another woman having sex with her. Barbara used a vibrator and her tongue and the sex was hot, long and very good for Dhea. They spent the afternoon in bed and every afternoon from then on.

After the first time it was much easier for Barbara to get Dhea in bed. When Frank got home he had another round of oral sex with his young lover. Almost every night Frank would make her cum again with his mouth. Life was good for Dhea and she was being paid for it too.

Then came the time when Barbara told Dhea to go down on her first. She instructed Dhea on how to eat her pussy and then after a long 69 both women used a long dildo to fuck together rubbing their cunts against each other with the double headed dildo was in their holes. The 'old man' filmed it all and as the two women climaxed so did he in his slacks again. 




Training Ch. 08



The night passed restlessly.

Eileen lay awake for a long time, chained to the bed, with scattered images lingering in her mind and her body. She could still feel the cold stone balustrade pressing against her breasts, the unseen man's cock thrusting into her. She fidgeted and squirmed, too horny to sleep. Several times, she slid her hands down her body toward her dripping pussy, only to be stopped short by the chains.

She rolled over onto her back. Beside her, Anthony slept deeply, curled up on his side. Eileen's hands glided over her breasts, squeezing and caressing, while the way she had been taken on the balcony replayed again and again in her mind. Her fingers pressed into the bruise where Anthony had bitten her, hard, until she shuddered.

When sleep finally did come, it was filled with vivid dreams, crackling with sexual energy. A hooded man, strong and powerfully built, held her down in the middle of a banquet table. All around, men and women in fancy clothes and strange, ornate masks watched while he raped her. She fought uselessly against him. He overpowered her easily. His rigid cock thrust hard into her, so fast it made her scream. It hurt at first, but as he continued, it began to feel better and better. Soon, pleasure overwhelmed her resistance. What had started as rape became something else; her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, and she kissed him as she came. When he was finished, he spread her open to display her to the masked people seated around the table. She slid her fingers between her legs and masturbated openly for them, relishing the wet of his come dripping from her, savoring the eyes on her.

When Anthony woke her that morning, she was dripping wet. As soon as he had uncuffed her, she placed the pillows in their appointed positions and offered herself to him, back arched, arms stretched languidly along the bed. He slid slowly into her ass. She moved at a leisurely pace, working her hips unhurriedly to that place where they both cried out and his come flooded into her.

After she had bathed him, she dried him with a soft fluffy towel and helped him dress. The soft lazy smile never left her face. She felt warm and vibrant, her body awash in erotic energy. Her fingers brushed playfully across his skin every time he came near.

"My goodness, you are in quite the mood this morning, my darling little whore," Anthony said. He grinned his boyish grin. His fingers caressed her bare breast. "What has you in such a good mood?"

"Do I need a reason?"

"Perhaps. Whatever it is, I like it. Did being raped in a public place put you in this wonderful mood? Was that what did it?"

She blushed and ducked her head. Her cheeks colored. "Maybe," she said. She pressed her body against his. One hand ran down his body to follow the contours of his cock through his pants. The other slid up the back of his neck to draw him in close for a long kiss. "Or maybe you just turn me on."

He grinned. "Or maybe knowing that you're almost done with your training and you'll soon be a full-fledged sex slave turns you on."

Wild, reckless excitement filled her. "Did it excite you to watch me being raped last night?" Her voice was challenging. Her fingers traced the outline of his cock, over and over. "Did you like seeing another man hold your wife down and shove his cock into her? Did it turn you on when I told you how it felt?" Some part of her deep inside was astonished at her boldness.

"Yes," he said. "Yes, it did." He put his hand between her breasts and shoved her back against the wall, so hard she let out a squeak of surprise. His other hand slipped between her legs. When he touched wetness, he pushed his fingers inside her. "Almost as much as it excited you. You know what else excites me?"

"Oh!" She quivered at the touch, eyes closed.

"It excites me to see how much you love being a sex slave." He released her suddenly "And I have plans for you this weekend, yes I do. But before those, breakfast!"

She let out a little mewling sound of disappointment when he turned away toward the kitchen. 

After breakfast, moved to get dressed. He grabbed her by the arm. "Stay just as you are. Wait here. There's something I want to do."

She watched him disappear up the stairs. Now that the heat of sexual excitement was wearing off, she found herself filled with doubts. Talking so openly about what had happened last night, being so bold about how she felt...these were things that men didn't like, weren't they? What if Anthony thought she was too slutty? What if she seemed too easy? Would he find her repulsive? Would he want to be rid of her?

The doubt resonated in her mind.  Is Anthony right about what kind of person I am? she asked herself. Do I like being raped in public?  The thought horrified her. It seemed unlikely, even laughable, that any man might enjoy watching another man have sex with his wife. Yet Anthony kept arranging situations where other people used her for sex. What happened when he grew tired of that? Surely he would realize how defiled she was, and want to be rid of her.

Lying in the dark, chained to the bed, secretly touching herself, the things that had happened seemed alluring and sexy. But now, in the light of day, the way she had asked him so directly if he liked watching what had happened to her, the way she had been so openly, wantonly sexual in the limo on the ride home...those things suddenly felt dirty and wrong. Her arousal drained away like water, leaving her feeling cold and a little unsure.

From upstairs, she heard a muffled thump, followed by the sound of something metal crashing to the floor. There was a pause, then a scraping sound. Another thud sounded. Her heart raced.

A few moments later, Anthony came down the stairs carrying the device he'd called a Sybian, the power cord dragging along behind him. He had removed the T-shaped metal bar that he had cuffed her wrists to. The sight of it brought back those memories, as sharp as if he had bound her to the machine just yesterday. A rush of arousal, strong and intoxicating, surged through her. She shuddered and looked away.

"Anthony, when I said those things about you being excited by...you know, by last night, I didn't mean..." Her voice trailed off. 

"Yes?" He raised one eyebrow.

"It's wrong! I'm not the kind of person who...you know, when that man was holding me down, I couldn't...I didn't really, you know, like it, but..." Her face grew hot. She stopped, flustered. "It would be unfaithful! And saying those things is..."She stopped again. He watched her placidly. All the confidence she'd felt earlier seemed to evaporate. "What I mean is, that isn't it. It's not the things that man did! That doesn't put me in a good mood."

"Oh?" Anthony said. "Well, I think I can help put your mind at rest."

"Really?"

"Yes. There's something very important you might have forgotten about." He smiled. "Your body is my property. I can do whatever I like to it, and that includes loaning it out to others if I choose. You have no choice whatsoever in this. So you see, you don't need to worry about it; you can't control it anyway. Though in all honesty..." His grin grew wider. "I know you like it."

She opened her mouth to reply. He lifted a finger. "Don't even try to deny it. I saw how hard you came last night, and I saw how you were after."

"But--"

"Hush." He set the Sybian down next to the couch. She watched him plug it in. A strange mix of emotions roiled in her.

"Anthony--"

"Hush. Not a word. Today we are going to start working on changing your attitude about some things." He grinned wolfishly. "Come here," he said, pointing to the Sybian. "Sit."

She approached it warily. Her body remembered it well. Wetness began forming between her legs.

Self-conscious under Anthony's watchful eyes, Eileen lowered herself gingerly onto the machine. The dildo projecting up was stubby but quite thick, and she felt awkward as she worked herself down onto it. 

"Buckle the straps. Strap your legs down."

She complied, feeling even more self-conscious. The act of strapping herself to the Sybian made her feel vulnerable and submissive. Her body responded strongly to the restraint, twitching around the dildo pressed up inside her. Her breath quickened.

Anthony sat on the couch, one leg on each side of her. "Unzip my pants," he said. Eileen quivered, partly in anticipation, partly in fear. He picked up a newspaper. "Put my cock in your mouth."

Her hands moved to caress his pants. He paid no notice, instead opening the paper. She unzipped him and drew out his penis. He was quite soft, apparently unaroused.

Her tongue swirled around the head. She sucked his soft cock into her mouth. Her lips closed around his shaft. Her head began to bob.

"No," Anthony said. His hand held the back of her head, keeping her from moving. "Stay still. Concentrate on the way it feels in your mouth. I want you to focus all of your attention on it. Just stay right there."

Eileen expected him to turn on the machine. Instead, he started to read his paper. Eileen sat there, the dildo quiet inside her, and tried to focus. His soft penis, clean and warm, filled her mouth. She could feel its texture on her tongue, the small ridge along its underside, the bulbous head pressing lightly against the roof of her mouth. Having it there made her mouth water uncontrollably, and before long a small thin line of drool leaked from the corner of her lips and started to run down toward her chin...

"Focus," Anthony said. His fingers pressed against the back of her head. "Your concentration is slipping. Focus on how it feels to have my cock in your mouth."

Her attention shifted back. She concentrated on the way his shaft curled slightly to nestle against his tongue. The small motions of her breathing caused it to shift, ever so slightly, in her mouth. Even in stillness, it felt alive, in a way that a dildo couldn't.

She thought about the way it felt when the blunt round head pressed against the back of her throat. Her body responded to the thought; Eileen felt herself tighten around the hard shaft impaling her cunt. Her clit throbbed against the ridge that ran along the front of the Sybian. She heard the rustle of the pages turning as Anthony read, felt the leather straps buckled tightly around her thighs to hold her down.

Anthony's fingers curled in her hair. "Focus! When you have a cock in you, that is the only thing you should be paying attention to."

Eileen flushed. She felt a tinge of humiliation at being forced to pay such close attention to Anthony when he was clearly not paying attention to her. She felt like an object, here only to service him. The feeling sent butterflies swirling in her stomach.

She wrestled her attention back to his cock. Very slowly, so subtly that she didn't notice it at first, it started to harden in her mouth. She felt it become slightly thicker against her tongue. The head crept deeper, toward her throat. She did nothing to encourage it, but merely remained still and allowed it to grow.

Finally, after more than half an hour had passed, Anthony put down the paper. His penis was by this time semi-erect in her mouth, still somewhat soft and pliable. He looked down at her. "Now," he said, "you may suck me off. When I come, you will hold it in your mouth. Do you understand?"

Her stomach did flip-flops. The thought of keeping his semen in her mouth sickened her. Even after all the times he had made her suck him, the taste and feel of his semen still filled her with disgust, and her first impulse was always to spit it out or choke it down as quickly as she could.

Reluctantly, she began to suck. Habit and experience quickly took over, and soon she was bobbing her head up and down expertly over his shaft. It grew to full hardness in her mouth. Her feelings quickened; her body, conditioned by months of practice, flushed with the hot tingle of arousal.

Anthony moaned. The sound made Eileen's heart beat faster. His cock swelled. She sucked faster, encouraging him. He threw back his head and roared with pleasure as he came. Thick fluid gushed into her mouth, filling it with the salty taste of semen.

When he had finished spurting, he pressed her back. "Tilt your head back. Hold it. Focus on what's in your mouth. Think about how it tastes. Feel how warm and thick it is. Concentrate on the texture."

Eileen gagged. Deliberately turning her awareness to the mouthful of semen caused her throat to close. She struggled to hold it in. She coughed wetly. A droplet ran from the corner of her mouth. Her stomach churned.

Anthony knelt behind her. "The thing about a Sybian," he said conversationally, "is that it's about as subtle as a truck. It doesn't care what mood you're in. It will make you come whether you're horny or not. Even if you're totally turned off." He twisted a knob. Eileen felt the dildo start to squirm inside her. The ridge buzzed with a loud, raspy noise against her clit.

"We are going to train you to respond to having your mouth filled with come," he said. "From now until you're properly trained, you will be permitted to have an orgasm only when your mouth is filled with semen. You will be required to swallow at the exact instant you come."

She whimpered. Her stomach lurched at his words. He slid his hands over her breasts. "Shh. Don't fight it," he said. "It won't do any good."

Eileen thrashed in sudden dread. She knew, from past experience, that he could do it. Her body could be programmed to respond with sexual arousal to the feel and taste of his come, just as it responded to having his erect cock pushed down her throat. She could see herself being conditioned to the point where she craved his come in her mouth, where the anticipation of it would light her up, where she would yearn for that first gush of hot salty goo spurting across her tongue...

...and at the same time she would still hate it, still loathe the taste and feel of the disgusting stuff. The machine could tear an orgasm from her whether she wanted it or not. It could force her body to associate sexual pleasure with whatever he wanted it to. But another part of her, something not in her body, would still hate it. She would crave it and be repulsed by it at the same time, and being forced to take it would make her come...

He can make me do anything, she thought. It doesn't matter what I like. It only matters what he wants me to like. He can program my body to want anything. The realization electrified her. The fact that he could not only use her in any way he wanted, but that he could make her want it, no matter how much it repelled her, sent powerful shockwaves of arousal right down into her core. Oh, my God!

Anthony wrapped one arm around her body from behind, pinning her against his chest. His hand squeezed her breast until she could feel his fingers digging in. The flash of pain snapped her back to her senses, to the feel of the Sybian and the taste still filling her mouth. Her eyes grew glassy, staring at the ceiling without really seeing it. "Guk!" she said.

"Focus." He twisted a knob, and the machine leaped into full gear. Intense, unstoppable pleasure blasted through her. She tried to shriek, but it came out as a wet gurgle. More white fluid ran from the corner of her mouth.

The orgasm hit, hard. The world went gray. Fierce, toe-curling ecstasy devoured her, the pleasure so intense it almost bordered on pain. Anthony clamped his free hand tightly over her mouth. "Swallow!" he commanded. His fingers twisted her nipple savagely. "Now!"

She obeyed instantly. Warm goo slid down her throat. Her body convulsed in rapture. The orgasm went on and on, waves of raw, overpowering physical pleasure coursing through her without stopping. The entire time, Anthony's voice murmured in her ear. "That's right. You want it. You need my come in your mouth. It tastes so good, doesn't it? You love being a filthy come-slut." She barely even recognized the words, so lost in the ecstasy she could hardly think.

It was over all at once. In an instant, the machine's stimulation went from blissful to excruciating, as if someone had flipped a switch inside her. The squirming, the vibration on her clit, suddenly became too much. Eileen shrieked.

Anthony released her and turned it off. She sat there trembling for a long time, the powerful sensations still ringing through her body. Occasionally, an especially strong aftershock caused her to shudder. Her mind raced.

This is wrong! she thought. He can train me any way he wants to, and he doesn't even care if I like it or not!

From somewhere in some deep recess of her mind rose a challenging thought. You like how he treats you. Look how hard it makes you come.

That's not true! she protested to herself. I only come because he forces me to!

Isn't that the point? came that arguing thought. You like to be forced. It's the only thing that excites you. You must have wanted him to know that about you. Why else would you tell him about your secret thoughts of pirates and rape?

Eileen flushed. She remembered that night when, giddy from too much wine, she had made her confession. They were in her apartment, just the two of them, curled up beneath a blanket on the floor, drinking wine and talking while a gentle rain pattered on the windows. He had asked about the things that turned her on. She remembered how she had giggled and blushed, how she had stammered as she told him her fantasy about being kidnapped by pirates. She thought about the wild impulse had caused her to reveal her deepest secret to him, to tell him how she had never had an orgasm without thinking about being raped.

That doesn't give him the right to do these things to me! she thought. He is just doing this for himself! He thinks he can just put himself in my mouth and in... Her body shuddered. In my ass, like I'm some dirty slut, and he can get away with it!

That annoying inner voice responded. And it excites you when he does those things. You like being forced. It's what you've always fantasized about.

He makes me do things I don't want to do! she protested to herself.

Of course he does, came that deep inner voice. That's what makes it exciting. Do you remember what that nurse told you? He does a lot of work to make a life that you find sexually satisfying. Being forced is what you find sexually satisfying.

It's indecent! she told that calm inner voice.

And you like it, that inner voice replied.

He says I'm a sex slave! He calls me filthy names! Eileen said to herself.

You like it. You like hearing that you have a talented ass. When he says that you're the best cocksucker in the city, you are proud of it. When he says he will turn you into the best lay on the Eastern seaboard, it thrills you. You like all of it.

"I don't!" Eileen protested.

"You don't what?" Anthony asked.

Eileen looked at him, startled. She was suddenly aware that she had been sitting motionless on the Sybian, blushing, for several minutes. Without intending to, she had said the last part out loud. "Nothing," she mumbled.

"Oh. Well, in that case, never mind." Anthony grinned. He scooped up the semen that had dripped from the corner of her mouth and pushed his fingers between her lips. She wrapped her lips around them automatically. Her tongue found the large glob of come. He flicked on the Sybian, just for a quick second, turning her gagging noise into a moan.

"That's right," he said. "Soon your body will associate that taste with pleasure. Won't that be fun?" She did not reply.

The routine changed. Each morning, when Anthony woke her and removed her chains, Eileen positioned herself at the foot of the bed and presented her ass for his use, just as she had before. But now he carefully regulated her, telling her to slow down if she became too aroused. His fingertips on her hips guided her, showing her how to move to bring him to orgasm, without letting her come as well. 




Training Ch. 08



In the shower, he made her bathe him with her body as she had done before, but he refused to permit her to pleasure him with her mouth or her pussy. Instead, on those days when she brought him to a second orgasm, he permitted her to use only her hands or her breasts, stroking his soapy cock until he moaned, back arched, and spurted tendrils of come across her wet, soapy body.

He came home for lunch whenever he was able, usually two or three times a week. On those days, he would often push her over the kitchen table and plunge into her from behind. Sometimes, if she heard his car in the driveway, she would meet him at the door. He would take her right there in the doorway, hands on her shoulders to pin her against the doorjamb, his pants pulled down just enough to free his hard, demanding cock. Always, if it seemed that she would come, he would slow his thrusts, denying her pleasure.

In the evening, he seemed to delight in working her into a frenzy. He would order her to strip as soon as he came home, timing her with his stopwatch to see how quickly she complied. He would spread her out on her back on the bed, or if he was impatient, on the living room floor. With his face buried between her legs, he would tease her clit with his tongue, moving it relentlessly over her most sensitive place until she thrashed and screamed.

But never, ever did he allow her to come. That was reserved only for the end of the day. When it was time for bed, he would place the Sybian in the middle of the bedroom floor. Conflicting emotions--arousal, distaste, fear, need, and lust--would jumble up inside her. She would approach him slowly, heart pounding, stripping off her clothes as she moved

Deliberately, methodically, she would seduce his body with hers, hands and lips and tongue seeking all the familiar places that turned him on. Practice had made her an expert at reading even the slightest telltale signs of arousal; when she touched him, she felt that she could almost read his mind. He felt the same way, too; her fingers seemed to be able to find precisely the right ways to touch him, as if they were aware of his responses almost before he was.

When she had peeled away all of his clothes and skillfully worked his body to a fever pitch, he would pick up the handcuffs from the nightstand. She would kneel over the Sybian, impaling herself on it with a gasp. With the dildo firmly planted in her dripping sex, she would fasten the straps around her legs, preventing her own escape. He would hand the cuffs to her. Shaking, she would cuff her hands behind her back. Naked and bound, she would offer him her mouth.

He would bring his erection to her lips. Eileen would pleasure him using nothing but her mouth, slowly and thoroughly, her lips and tongue caressing his shaft. Even bound and helpless, unable to touch him with her hands or body, she could still read his arousal, transmitted through the tiny twitches and throbs of his cock. She would work him with all of her skill, focusing her attention on his cock, bringing him slowly to the edge before plunging deep. When he came, gushing hard into her mouth with a cry, her tongue was ready for it, stroking the underside of his shaft just enough to prolong his orgasm, milking him of every drop.

Then the torment would begin.

He would force her to hold his semen in her mouth for a long time, head tilted back so she could feel the warm slick stuff in the back of her throat. His hands would caress her body while he whispered filthy things into her ear, telling her to savor it, telling her how much she loved it. When she started to gag, he would waken the Sybian. It would come alive inside her, brutal, efficient, and tear the orgasm from her body. She would come hard, still gagging and coughing, helpless to prevent the savage ecstasy that lashed through her.

And every time, at the exact moment the frenzied climax peaked, he would clamp his hand over her mouth and order her to swallow.

As the days passed, the things he did to her began to take hold in her body and in her mind. The idea of bringing him to orgasm in her mouth gave her a little thrill of arousal, and she found herself beginning to look forward to taking him between her lips, feeling him pulse and jet in her mouth.

They took hold in subtler ways, too. She found that the sound of his car in the driveway would cause a tension to build in her nipples and between her legs, a sudden hot flash of sexual desire ignited by his arrival home.

She could also feel it in the mid-afternoons. Her pussy would tremble as the clock approached noon; she would feel her arousal grow and grow, until it peaked near the time ho would normally take his lunch. If he didn't come home that day to help himself to a bite to eat and her body, she would often sit in the kitchen under the golden shafts of light reflecting from the copper pots, or in the living room on the couch with her legs spread wide, and run her hands over herself, dreaming of Anthony's hands pinning her roughly against the wall.

She became expert in touching herself, just as she had become skilled in touching him. She learned all the places where her skin loved to be stroked, all the secret little responses that came from coaxing herself into higher and higher states of arousal. She had lived in her body for her entire life, but she was, it seemed, only just now really learning everything about it.

She became equally skilled at finding the razor's edge of orgasm, holding herself there with her eyes closed, fingers caressing her nipples or stroking her clit, body tense with energy. When Anthony did come home in the evening, she would meet him with naked hunger, pressing her body to his, inviting him to use her however he liked. 

Whenever she went out, the world felt amazingly, incredibly alive, vibrating with intensity. The unlocking of her sexual side seemed to have awakened her skin, so that it became something through which she could feel the world rather than something to insulate herself from it.

Even something as simple as walking down the street became erotic. Eileen felt alive to the looks of the people who passed her by. Often, if she caught the eye of some passing stranger, images would come tumbling through her mind of that stranger grabbing her by the wrist, pulling her into a dark alley or shoving her against a closed door, and tearing her clothes off. She would think, in quick short flashes, about his hands on her, demanding, about the greed in his eye as he stripped her bare. She would imagine him surrendering to his own desire, ignoring her cries and struggles as he sated himself with her body, his cock hard and demanding in her pussy or mouth or ass; and then, when he had taken his fill from her, releasing her to continue on his way, sated.

Her body remembered vividly the feel of strong hands grasping her wrists and hard stone pressed against her breasts at the hotel that night. Those memories, rich and tactile, returned to her often when she sat at home waiting for Anthony, or when she ventured out to the store and saw the handsome cashier. Even without the training device that Anthony no longer made her wear, her trips to the grocery store were still filled with tension; the slightest movement of his hands, a little smile on is face when he picked up her groceries, and she would mentally be back behind the store, longing to feeling those hands on her, aggressive and unstoppable.

One evening, a week to the day after Anthony had forbidden her to have an orgasm unless her mouth was filled with his come, something happened she didn't expect.

He hadn't come home for lunch that afternoon. Eileen, aroused and disappointed, decided to draw herself a bath. In the tub, she let her hands wander over her body, caressing her skin, working herself languidly into a warm glow. She ran her fingers up and down her arms, deliberately avoiding her breasts and pussy. Her mind was filled with fantasies of pirates, dragging her onto the deck of the ship, tearing her clothes away, bending her over the railing to ravish her.

She stroked herself sensually, dreaming of rough hands and strange cocks, until her skin tingled and buzzed. When she felt herself in a state of simmering need, she drained the bath. She dressed in nothing but a long, sheer button-up shirt, feeling decadent and naughty, delighting in the warm erotic glow.

He found her that way when he returned home from work. She was lying on the bed reading, still wearing nothing but the shirt, a dreamy expression on her face. One hand was caressing her body lightly. She was so distracted she hadn't heard his car. She looked up when he came into the room.

"Come here," he commanded.

Eileen's heat thudded. Butterflies fluttered. She struggled to keep her expression neutral, but felt the smile creep out anyway. Without a word, she put down the book and rose, already unbuttoning her shirt. By the time she had crossed the room to him, it hung entirely open.

She pressed her body against him, hands sliding up his arms. He took her wrist and, in one quick motion, wrapped a leather cuff around it. Eileen gasped in surprise, butterflies swirling faster. He placed a cuff around her other wrist and buckled it tightly. "Follow me."

Anthony walked out to the living room. Eileen followed behind him, quivering with anticipation. He directed her to sit on the couch with her arms extended along its back, and bound her wrists to the edges of the couch, holding her in place. "Wait here."

She squirmed against soft leather, feeling herself dripping. He left briefly and came back with a rigid leather case, dark brown in color, cracked and worn from use. "You know," he said, "when I was a kid, one of the reasons I wanted to become an architect was so that I could spend all day drawing. Now, of course, everything's all computers and rendering. But I do still like to draw." He opened the case and set out an assortment of small containers. "I just need to find different outlets, that's all." He knelt on the floor between her legs. "Don't move, or I'll punish you."

He laid out a collection of tiny paintbrushes on the coffee table. Slowly, with great care and attention, he opened Eileen's shirt wide. Her heart beat faster. He chose a paintbrush with a small pointed tip. With a lopsided grin, he dipped it into a container of dark green paint. He brought it to her breast. The brush tickled on her bare skin, making her squirm.

"I said hold still!" His voice was commanding. Eileen fought to keep herself from wriggling away from the tickling brush. He worked slowly, with great care. She felt wetness between her legs. Her pussy clenched.

He worked methodically, changing brushes often. Before long, she started unconsciously rocking her hips. Anthony slid his free hand up along her thighs. "You aren't being still," he said. With one swift move, he thrust three fingers into her. Eileen thrashed, nearly coming on the spot. He kept his fingers inside her, pressing her hips down into the cushion. "Don't move."

Anthony resumed his patient work, painting one-handed on her body, holding her down with his other hand, fingers buried inside her. She felt herself squeezing around them, on the edge of orgasm, afraid to come without permission.

It took nearly two hours for him to finish. Eileen squirmed and writhed despite her best intentions as the brushes danced over her breasts, nipples, and belly. The light touch of the tiny paintbrushes, the cool wetness of the paint, Anthony's steady breath on her skin as he worked, and her feelings of restraint and exposure all combined to make Eileen feel intensely aware of her body. Slick wetness dripped around the fingers shoved up inside her.

At last, he was done. Anthony put don the brush, smiling. He unfastened the straps and led her to the bedroom. "Look."

Eileen stood in front of the mirror. Her body had been turned into an intricate, colorful Impressionist painting, a garden with a white gazebo in its center. A woman--an image of herself, she realized--sat nude in the gazebo, brushing her hair. All around, flowers in a riot of brilliant colors bloomed. 

"You like it?" Anthony asked.

"It's beautiful!"

"Yes, indeed." He kissed her cheek. "So is the painting."

Eileen blushed. The expression changed to surprise when he knelt and fastened broad leather cuffs around each of her ankles. That done, he disappeared into the closet and came back out carrying coils of rope. "Come on."

"What? Where?"

"The principle purpose of art is to be shared. Good art needs to be exhibited, don't you think?"

"Anthony!"

He grinned. "Yes. Now be a good girl. Come with me." He propelled her out of the room. 

She offered no resistance until she realized he was steering her toward the front door. "Anthony! You can't It's indecent!"

"Good art often is." His grip tightened. "Out you go!"

He dragged her, blushing and squirming, onto the porch. Cold air curled around her body. The ropes were quickly fastened to the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Anthony strung the other ends through the rings he had attached to the columns flanking the door, and soon Eileen was bound between two columns, arms and legs stretched wide. The shirt fluttered open from her shoulders. "Anthony!" she cried.

"Hush." He kissed her cheek again. "You stay here. I'm going to go make dinner." She felt him move away. The door opened and closed behind her.

Eileen stood frozen for a long moment, feeling more vulnerable than she ever had before. Being bound nude in plain sight, helpless, without Anthony's presence and without even being able to hide behind a column, made her heart pound. The thin shirt hanging open from her shoulders did not protect her at all; if anything, it only accentuated her helplessness, the ease with which someone could access her body.

A car drove by. The driver honked. Eileen's heart leaped into her throat. She tugged at the ropes, but they held fast. Her mind raced. What would happen if someone came walking along the sidewalk? Being seen from passing cars was one thing; it seemed to her that they probably wouldn't stop. But what about someone walking by? It would be easy enough to just walk up to her. Bound as she was, she would be unable to prevent anyone from touching her.

What if the grocery store cashier came by?

Her breath caught in her throat. It could happen; the store was in the neighborhood. Was he aware of how flustered she was when she saw him? What would he do, if he came upon her, naked and exposed like this? Would he take advantage of the opportunity? Her pussy tightened. Would he walk up the driveway to her, gravel crunching under his feet? Would he care if she started to struggle?

More cars passed by. Eileen panted. Turbulent emotions roiled in her. She pictured the cashier walking toward her with purpose in his eye. Would the passing cars stop? Would anyone come to rescue her?

Her pussy clenched harder. Or...or would they want to watch? She imagined people stopping, getting out of their cars, gathering in the driveway, attracted by her screams. She pictured strong arms grabbing her, a hard cock shoving insistently into her. Stripped bare and bound like this, arms and legs open wide, what else could she be but an offering to anyone who wanted her?

She imagined a line forming. She imagined the ropes holding her in place, positioned to accept whatever was done to her. She pictured their hands and mouths on her, indifferent to her struggles, interested only in pleasuring themselves with her body. Wetness flowed down her leg as she imagined some of the men, impatient, moving behind her, satisfying themselves by pressing into her ass, not wanting to wait for her cunt to become available.

Her hips swayed unconsciously. She pictured herself at the center of a growing knot of men, all hard cocks and desire, raping her repeatedly, ignoring her screams...

The door behind her opened. Anthony came out, trailing a hand along her back. He circled in front of her, smiling. "How are you doing, my lovely little whore?"

Eyes unfocused, she kissed him, deeply, urgently. Her body pressed as tightly against him as the ropes would allow. Her lips parted. Her tongue slipped into his mouth. She ground her hips against him, longing to feel him hard beneath his pants. She heard desperate little whimpering sounds, and realized they were coming from her.

Anthony stepped back in surprise. "Oh! That well, hmm? I quite like you this way, I think."

She panted. "What way?"

"Naked, bound, and horny." He grinned. His fingers traced a path between her legs, lightly grazing her clit. "You like being put on display."

"Yes," she breathed.

"Dinner is ready." He started to untie her ankles from the columns. Her disappointed sound only made him grin wider.

When she was free, he led her back into the house. He seated her at the table, ropes still attached to the cuffs at her wrists. He looped the other ends of the ropes around the polished wood table legs before tying them to her thigh, just above her knees. Eileen quickly realized that every time she raised her hands, the ropes pulled her legs apart; they left just enough room for her to be able to eat, but only by spreading her legs apart until her knees touched the table legs.

"Yes," he said as understanding of her predicament dawned in her eyes.

He watched her with a small smirk all through the meal. With each motion, the ropes pulled Eileen's legs apart. The feeling of vulnerability returned; she could not even eat without exposing her dripping pussy to him. A quick thought flashed through her mind, an image of being bound this way at the awards banquet they had attended, forced to expose herself to the gathered people. Her nipples grew taut.

Eileen caught a glint of amusement in Anthony's eye. A playful feeling crept over her. She smiled at him and slowly parted her legs. Her fingers ran over the hollow of her throat, then trailed downward, over her painted breasts. "Do you like showing off my body?" she asked. "Does it turn you on when strange men look at me?"

He smiled. "Perhaps. Does it turn you on?"

Her hand crept lower. She slid one finger inside herself, surprised by her flagrant wantonness. She rolled a nipple between her fingers. A shudder ran through her. "I...I don't know."

"I think you like being tied up and shown off. I think you like when people look at you and want to fuck you." He grinned wider. "I think you especially like it when you can't do anything about it."

"What would you have done if you would have gone outside and found someone raping me?" Eileen thrust her fingers deeper. Her hand tightened on her breast. "Would you have rescued me? Or would you just watch?"

"Which would you rather I do?"

She slid her fingers out. A slow smile crept over her face. She leaned over the table toward him. "Which...whichever you wanted to do. I think..." Her voice hesitated. That strange recklessness crept over her. "I think you like watching your wife get tied up and raped."

"Oh, I do, do I?"

Her hands slid over her breasts. "I think watching would get you hard. I think you'd like that." Her eyes closed. "Maybe then you would join in."

He smiled. "You know what I think? I think my wife likes being tied up and raped."

She shivered. Doubt assailed her. Was she going too far? Should she be encouraging him like this? What would happen if he grew tired of her open sluttiness? She lowered her eyes, sheepish. "I think your wife wants to finish eating dinner."

"I think my wife is a slut," he smiled.

After dinner, Anthony took the ropes still bound to her wrists and led her into the bathroom. Soon, she was bound to the shower stall. Water sprayed from the showerhead, causing the shirt to stick transparently to her skin. She gasped.

Methodically and thoroughly, Anthony washed her, scrubbing away every trace of his artwork from her body. His hands were gentle but firm, soaping and fondling her breasts, travelling down her sides, caressing her belly. Eileen closed her eyes, lost in his sensual touch. She was used to being the one who washed him; the feel of his hands on her body, and the care and attention with which he bathed her, made her glow. She sighed, lips brushing lightly against his neck. A rainbow of colors swirled down the drain.




Training Ch. 08



He knelt in front of her, hands sliding down her legs. Water poured around his body. Eileen felt his tongue probing her clit. She cried out, thrusting her hips forward toward him. He held her hips and drew her closer, running his tongue over her until her knees buckled. She moaned over and over, hips pressing into his face. He pulled away and looked up at her with a gentle smile. "You are very precious to me, my darling little whore. But you know the rules. I will not let you come."

She squirmed with disappointment. Her body twitched with pleasure denied, even while he untied her and toweled her off.

He dressed, but refused to allow her to. He directed her to sit nude beside him on the couch. They watched television for a while, his hand occasionally caressing her leg. Finally, he rose. "Time for bed!"

A dizzying rush of arousal swept through her. She followed him into the bedroom, pussy twitching. Once there, she closed the door behind them. Without a word, she crossed over to him. Her parted lips touched his, very lightly. He leaned in to kiss her, but she evaded him easily. She slid down his body until she was prone at his feet, hard nipples grazing the floor. She untied his shoes, one by one, and slipped them off his feet.

She moved slowly to her knees, hands caressing his penis through the front of his slacks, coaxing him to hardness. When she heard his breathing change, she tugged the button of his pants open with her teeth before rising to her feet, trailing her fingers along his chest. She kissed him hungrily, one hand sliding under his waistband, teasing the head of his cock.

Eileen took her time undressing him, letting her lips and tongue explore each newly exposed bit of flesh. When she had finally stripped him bare, she teased him for a long time, kissing him languidly while her fingers traveled slow meandering paths over his body. She delighted in the way he quivered, in the tension in his breathing, in the hardness of his erection.

When he could not stand any more, he pointed to the Sybian on the floor. "Now," he said. His voice was hoarse.

She gave him a smile when she straddled it. She sat slowly, letting out a soft "oh!" as the dildo impaled her wet pussy. Slowly and carefully, she buckled the straps around her legs, pulling them tight. "Is this how you like to see me?"

He handed her the handcuffs. She locked the steel bracelet around one wrist. Eyes on his, she ran her hands up slowly over her breasts, savoring the feeling of her own skin and of his eyes on her. Her hands moved higher, up along her neck, through her hair. The dangling end of the handcuffs caught on her nipple for a moment, making her breath catch in her throat.

Still moving slowly, deliberately, she put her hands behind her back. The ratchet closed around her other wrist. The wild spark of lasciviousness took hold. She looked up at Anthony, licking her lips. "Do you want to use my mouth, Anthony? I'm tied down. I can't get away. I can't stop you. Are you going to come in my mouth? Are you going to make me like it?"

He moved close. A drop of wetness rolled down along his shaft. She parted her lips for him. He brought the head of his cock closer, until it was just brushing them. She slid her tongue along the bottom of his shaft. He shuddered.

She brought him into her mouth just a little bit, moving slowly, letting her tongue caress his shaft. Gradually, she increased her tempo, moving her head a little faster with each stroke, taking him a little deeper, until she felt his swollen head at the back of her throat. When he thickened in her mouth, she slowed down, teasing him, backing off until he slipped away from the brink; then, when he had recovered a bit, she increased her pace once more, bring him closer to the edge again.

She repeated that pattern for a long time, bringing him deeply into her mouth, feeling her body clench around the dildo inside her each time his cock pressed against her throat, coaxing him to near the point of orgasm and then slowing down. Her tongue played constantly along the sensitive underside of his erection.

Eventually, he could not stand it any longer. He grabbed her hair with both hands and thrust hard, forcing his erect shaft down her throat. He came with a howl, his body jerking and shuddering, a cascade of hot semen gushing into her mouth.

Eileen jerked at the sudden flood of warm goo. Her body spasmed. Unexpectedly, without warning, she came.

As orgasms went, it wasn't all that big. A quick sharp contraction, a sudden squeeze around the dildo, a rush of pleasure through her body, and it was over. She swallowed reflexively.

Anthony moaned. He held her head tightly, still thrusting, while his cock twitched in her mouth. Another torrent of come shot from him. She swallowed again, eyes wide, feeling the thick disgusting stuff slide down her throat.

When he was done, he slipped out of her lips. She looked up at him, realization showing in her eyes. He had done precisely what he'd said he would do, programmed her body to respond to taking his ejaculation in her mouth. She whimpered softly.

"Yes," he said. "It looks like I already have made you like it."

He twisted a dial. The Sybian shuddered to life, buzzing and squirming inside her. "Hnnngh!" Eileen cried. Wave after wave of pleasure, wild and irresistible, rolled through her. Before long, another orgasm, wrenchingly intense this time, went shuddering through her.

Anthony smiled wide. "You did so well, I think you deserve a reward. What do you think?" Before she could answer, he twisted the knob all the way. The machine roared. Eileen cried out. "Nnnnngh! It's too much!"

"Nonsense! You can take it. I know how much of a slut you are."

Anthony knelt in front of her. While she squirmed helplessly, trapped, he leaned forward to take her nipple between his lips. She screamed, struggling, unable to escape. Her orgasms rolled into each other, every new one starting before the one before it had finished, until she could no longer tell when one ended and the next began. His hands and lips played over her body, kissing and stroking and fondling, while she writhed helplessly.

He kept her there until her body was completely spent. He did not turn it off until she slumped, glowing with sweat, too weak to move. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her preciously, while he unstrapped her. She looked up at him when he carried her over to the bed. "I'm so proud of you!" he said. The cuffs on their long chains were fastened around her wrists and ankles. "I think you're ready to be certified as a full-fledged sex slave. And guess what? You're free to have orgasms again when your mouth isn't full of come." 

He kissed her forehead softly. She reached up with one hand to stroke his cheek. Tiny shudders quaked in her body. He looked down at her, glowing with adoration. "Sleep tight, little whore!"

He curled into bed behind her. She was asleep before he had even finished pulling up the covers.

Over the next several days, they returned to their regular routine. Each morning, Eileen offering Anthony her ass; each evening, she offered her mouth for his pleasure. The long stretch of day between was filled with fantasies and, occasionally, sudden afternoon sex against the wall or bent over the kitchen table. 

Each day, when bedtime crept close, she found herself growing more and more excited. The training had worked; the thought of taking Anthony into her mouth, feeling the warm wetness spurting down her throat, excited her.

She still hated the taste and feel of the thick warm goo jetting across her tongue, but her body didn't care. It remembered the association between the semen in her mouth and sexual pleasure. It made no difference to Eileen's body that the slimy stuff still revolted her; her body craved it anyway, and rewarded her with pleasure each night when he used her mouth.

She found herself developing the habit of masturbating whenever she sucked him. Her hands would creep down to touch her clit; as her head bobbed, her fingers would work faster and faster. Most of the time, his orgasm would trigger her own, and pleasure would rush through her body as semen flooded her mouth. She was aware, in some part of her mind, that she was reinforcing the conditioning, but it didn't matter; she couldn't seem to stop touching herself whenever the head of his cock crossed her lips.

The next Saturday dawned clear and bright, with the sun spreading its rays in a hard blue cloudless sky. After Eileen had offered her ass for Anthony's pleasure and then washed him clean, he kissed her cheek. "Today's an important day, little whore! You have an appointment with Dr. Moreland today."

Her heart skipped a beat. "What? Why?"

"He's going to see if you're ready to be certified as a full-fledged sex slave."

Eileen's stomach lurched. Tightness coiled around inside her. "What..." Her voice sounded strange in her ears. "What is he going to do to me?"

"Give you an exam. Ask you some questions." Anthony smiled. "You know, the usual."

"The usual? But that means--"

"Hush. Go get dressed. It's time to go."

Eileen fidgeted in the car during the drive. Strange emotions battled inside her. She couldn't tell if she was looking forward to what might happen or not. Uncertainty and fear rose in her, but also a strange, feral excitement. A part of her wanted to show the doctor, and Anthony, how far she had progressed. 

She wanted Dr. Moreland to declare her satisfactory, a true sex slave, ready to do whatever was demanded of her. She wanted to prove herself to him, show him how eager and skilled she had become. She thought it would please Anthony if the doctor were to put her through her paces and announce that she was now truly a slave, sufficiently skilled and trained to be put to full use. The idea that he might inspect her and declare her an object for other people's pleasure excited her.

When they arrived at the office, Eileen's fear and excitement were both at such a high pitch that body vibrated like a plucked guitar strin. Anthony escorted her into the waiting room. The woman behind the reception desk, whose name Eileen couldn't quite place--Mildred, was it?--waved cheerfully. "Have a seat, dearie. Dr. Moreland will be right out."

Anthony kissed Eileen's forehead. "Have fun! I will be back to pick you up later."

"Wait! You're not even going to stay?"

He grinned. "Nope. You're on your own. See you in a bit!"

Eileen's heart hammered as she watched him leave. She was so focused on seeing his car pull away that she jumped when a hand touched her shoulder. She spun around, expecting to see the doctor, and found herself looking up at light green scrubs printed with little dancing rabbits.

Samantha Bowes smiled down at Eileen. "Good morning, sweet pea! We've been expecting you. Can you follow me, please?"

Eileen rose, quivering. The nurse led her down the hall to a different door than the one she'd gone through last time she was here. It opened into a small room with a flat counter, a chair, and a coat rack, but no exam table. Across from the counter was another door. "Is this--"

"Wait here. The doctor will be in shortly."

The nurse disappeared. The door closed behind her. Eileen sat on the chair, shaking.

After a time, the door opened again. Dr. Moreland came in, beaming. The nurse walked in behind him, carrying a clipboard.

"Ah, good morning, Mrs. Porto!" he said. His face was wreathed in smiles. "Always a pleasure to see you. How is your day today?"

A tiny ember of defiance flared within Eileen. "I know why I'm here," she said. "Go ahead. Rape me and get it over with."

"Nurse, can you please make a note that the subject has requested forcible sexual intercourse?"

"Of course." Samantha's voice sounded husky. Her eyes gleamed.

"That's not what I meant!" Eileen said. "I--"

The doctor cut her off. "If you will follow me, please?" He opened the other door in the room and passed through it. Samantha smiled at Eileen. She rose unsteadily and moved after him.

The door brought her into a much larger room, longer than it was wide. On the near end sat a large, complicated-looking medical exam chair. Next to it, incongruously, was a huge flat-screen television.

At the other end of the room, about a dozen men and women were seated in folding chairs. Each of them was wearing a lab jacket. They all looked up expectantly when Eileen came in. Her stomach lurched.

The doctor gestured for her to stand in front of the exam chair, facing the audience. Eileen's mind raced. Who were these people? Were they students? Doctors, like Dr. Moreland, who made a practice from sexual perversion? The lab coats didn't necessarily mean anything; they might even be random people that he had brought in off the street. Did he even know who these people were? What were they here for?

"Let me start with some background on this particular subject," Dr. Moreland said. "She was first brought to me by her fiancÄe, now her husband, for evaluation as a sex slave. Early in their relationship, she revealed to him that she could reach sexual gratification only from fantasies of forcible non-consensual sexual acts. He wanted to create an environment that was as sexually gratifying for her as possible, so he came to me with the thought of developing a structured approach toward making forcible sexual use a regular part of her life. During my first examination, which the subject does not remember, I restrained her and evaluated her response to forced unwanted sexual intercourse. The subject responded with strong sexual gratification, and experienced several sexual climaxes."

Eileen's face burned red. Having her sexual experiences laid out in such stark terms in front of a group of strangers embarrassed her deeply. What would they think of her? Did they believe that she liked standing up in front of them like this, with her sexuality being talked about so openly?

"My initial evaluation also showed a very deep sexual repression," Dr. Moreland continued, "with considerable resistance to many sexual acts, such as oral and anal congress. I laid out a training regimen of regular, heavy sexual use, which included components of repeated forcible sexual intercourse as well as forcible oral and anal sex. Her husband expanded on this regimen, which was adapted to include training and conditioning elements designed to make her crave sexual use, and to respond to oral and anal congress with physical arousal. Today, our purpose is to evaluate the success of that conditioning." He turned toward the nurse. "Nurse Bowes, please disrobe the subject."

"Wait!" Eileen said. "What--"

Samantha stepped behind Eileen. She wrapped her arms tightly around Eileen's body, pinning her arms to her sides. Eileen squirmed and struggled, but the nurse was surprisingly strong. Her fingers undid the buttons on Eileen's blouse. When they were unfastened, the nurse pulled the blouse from Eileen's shoulders and dropped it to the floor.

Eileen's face turned brighter red. She raised her arms to cover her breasts. The nurse knelt and yanked down Eileen's skirt, leaving her bare. The watchers murmured. 

Dr. Moreland turned toward her. "Place your hands behind your back."

Slowly, flushing with shame, Eileen complied. She brought her hands away from her breasts, exposing her body openly to the stares of the people in front of her. The doctor took a metal pointer from his pocket and extended it.

"You will see that the subject is physically aroused. Notice the prominent erection of the subject's nipples." He pressed the blunt end of the pointer against one of Eileen's nipples. The sensation made her gasp. "The subject has been conditioned to keep her legs apart at all times, even while walking and standing." He moved the cold metal tip of the pointer down her body and over her mound, until it rested against her inner thigh. Her face burned. "You will observe that despite her shame reactions, and her attempt to cover herself with her hands, she is standing with her legs open quite wide."

Eileen squirmed, deeply humiliated. The eyes of the audience felt like a physical pressure on her body.

"Note, too, the engorgement of the subject's clitoris." The pointer pressed against her clit. Eileen moaned. A rustle went through the group. "This subject exhibits sexual arousal to nearly any sort of involuntary sexual activity, including sexual display." He gestured to the chair behind Eileen. "Please be seated. I will now begin the examination."

Still blushing, Eileen obeyed. The nurse placed her wrists in the shackles built into the chair's armrests and locked them closed. That done, she extended a set of metal stirrups from the base of the chair. She lifted Eileen's ankles into the stirrups, spreading her legs wide. Metal latches closed over her ankles.

The doctor turned on the television next to the chair. Humming to himself, he slid a clear plastic speculum into Eileen's pussy. She whimpered as he cranked her open. He set a small device on a short metal tripod between Eileen's legs. "This camera will show you a closeup of the subject's vagina on the television monitor during the examination," he said. "Pay close attention to the subject's state of lubrication and the contraction of the subject's vaginal walls. You will be able to evaluate the subject's arousal as the examination progresses."

Eileen twisted her head to look at the television. There on the giant screen was a huge view of her sex, spread open wide by the speculum. She saw with humiliation that every part of the inside of her pussy was clearly visible in great detail. Wetness pooled within her, obvious to the camera.

She felt horribly exposed. This was much more humiliating than simply being naked in front of them; the camera zoomed in on her pussy and put it on display, larger than life, in a way that let everyone see the most intimate part of her close up. She squirmed against the manacles. On the screen, the walls of her vagina twitched.

"The subject's husband has reported a strong, orgiastic response to breast and nipple stimulation, which was an unexpected side effect of prolonged denial of sexual gratification. The subject has also shown a strong response to the infliction of pain on her breasts. I have not yet evaluated whether or not this is an ongoing phenomenon. Nurse Bowes will assist me in this evaluation. Nurse, if you please?"

Eileen realized what was about to happen a second before Samantha's hands started to move toward her breasts. "No!" she cried. Her wrists twisted helplessly in the manacles. She wanted to cover herself with her arms, but the restraints held her naked and exposed. She thrashed, unwilling to be brought to orgasm in front of them, fearing it would strip away the last tiny shreds of her defenses. "No, please don't!"

The nurse caressed her breasts, her hands soft and warm on Eileen's bare skin. Her fingertips strummed lightly over her nipples. Little bright flashes of pleasure arced through Eileen's body. She thought about the television, displaying every little tremor inside her, revealing her deepest responses for everyone to see. Her clit throbbed with each touch. The camera magnified the tiniest responses, making her body's reactions impossible to hide.

Panic gripped her. She remembered how powerfully she had come, that day when she had first discovered how her nipples seemed wired to her sex. The thought of losing control like that, here in front of these people, terrified her. The terror fed her arousal, making her body respond even more strongly. She tightened on the speculum. A murmur went through the audience.

Samantha leaned over to take a nipple between her lips. The wet slick of her tongue played rapidly over it. Her fingers stroked Eileen's other nipple over and over, each time sending a flare of pleasure directly down to her clit. Eileen shivered. The touch fuelled her sexual excitement. Her nipples grew harder. The people in front of her leaned forward intently.




Training Ch. 08



Oh, my God! she thought. A shudder passed through her. What if they think I like this? What if they think I like being touched by another woman? Will they think I'm a depraved, sex-starved slut? She felt herself throb.

The nurse's tongue flicked harder. Eileen struggled against the growing waves of arousal, each one rolling through her more strongly than the one before. With every flick, ripples of ecstasy radiated out from her nipple. She moaned. A vision came into her head, an image of Anthony walking in and seeing what was happening. Would he like what he saw? Would he want her to come in front of these strangers, her pussy magnified on TV so everyone could see?

"No!" she begged. Butterflies roiled. Samantha's hand cupped her other breast, squeezing softly, sensuously. "No, stop! You have to stop! Please! Please, you have to stop now! I can't...oh!" A blinding surge of tension swept her up, and suddenly, her body crossed the point of no return. "Oh! OOONGH!" 

Her back arched as the orgasm exploded through her. She spasmed in her bonds. Her pussy, stretched wide by the speculum, shuddered. White fluid spilled from her gaping sex and dripped onto the floor.

"Wow," someone said. "Very nice." A woman in the front clapped. The applause spread through the group. Eileen, panting, slumped in the chair. Her will drained away; now that they had all seen her come, now that they knew what a slut she was, there seemed little point in resisting any more.

"Thank you, nurse," the doctor said. Samantha stepped back, grinning. On the screen, Eileen's pussy twitched with the aftershocks. She flushed, too ashamed to look at anyone in the audience.

"As I mentioned," he continued, "initial evaluation of this subject showed heavy resistance to oral penetration. As part of the subject's conditioning, she was trained to respond positively to oral use." He pulled on a pair of blue latex gloves. "Observe."

He brought two fingers up to touch Eileen's lips. Without conscious thought, she extended her tongue to swirl it around his fingertips. A strong, intense feeling of surrender filled her. She wrapped her lips around his fingers and started to suck them openly. The taste of rubber filled her mouth. She felt herself contract against the speculum.

A man in the group raised his hand. "How was the subject conditioned?"

"She was bound and forced to orgasm while taking a rubber phallus in her mouth," the doctor said. "This was done repeatedly over a period of many days. An association was created between the feelings of sexual gratification and the presence of an object in her mouth. Over time, she was made to take it deeper, which trained her to accept such things as an erect penis down her throat. Allow me to demonstrate." 

He grabbed her chin tightly and forced his fingers hard into her mouth. Eileen gagged for a moment, surprised by the assault. Her throat opened. His fingers slid deep. She felt herself tighten further on the speculum. Intense, unstoppable arousal shot through her. Wetness spilled out of her to drip onto the chair. She heard some of the members of the audience whisper to one another.

He shoved his fingers in and out of her mouth. The feeling of surrender grew. She opened her mouth wider for his invading fingers, tilting her head up to accept them deeper. Slurping noises filled the room.

"As you can see, sexual arousal has been linked to forcible, unwanted oral penetration," he said. "Since her sexual response has always been closely associated to unwanted forcible activity, this particular conditioning was easy to achieve." He pulled his fingers away. Eileen whimpered.

"The subject is now in a heightened state of sexual arousal," he said. "This arousal is accompanied by a heightened state of receptiveness to sexual activity." He turned toward her. "Is that true?"

She nodded.

"Would you like more sexual stimulation?"

"Yes," she whispered, ashamed.

"Louder. Say yes, please," he commanded.

"Yes, please," Eileen said. Her face colored. "I...would like more."

Dr. Moreland removed the speculum. He shoved three fingers into her, so fast that she cried out. "At this point in her training," he said, "the subject enjoys forcible sexual use so much that the first thing she did upon arriving here today was ask me to rape her."

"No!" Eileen said. "I didn't mean--mmph!" 

He clamped his free hand firmly over her mouth and continued. "This subject has adapted extremely well to the training. She appears to crave heavy sexual use, especially when combined with complete loss of control over her own sexuality." His fingers thrust hard into her over and over.

"Mmmgh! Nnngh!" Eileen cried. Her back arched with another approaching orgasm. Helpless humiliation and sexual surrender crawled through her. She imagined Anthony standing next to her. She thought about how his erection had grown, as he had watched her unseen lover forced himself on her on the hotel balcony. She imagined how it might please him to see her now, giving herself over to the rough invasion of Dr. Moreland's fingers, allowing this to be done to her in a room full of strangers.

She opened her legs as far as the stirrups would allow. Her hips tilted up, inviting his fingers deeper. Her moans came faster. Dr. Moreland, sensing her surrender, rammed her harder.

When the orgasm came, it was blinding. He took his hand off her mouth. She screamed in ecstasy, eyes closed, body flailing against the restraints. His fingertips pressed hard into that magic spot inside her. He played her body with skill, moving his fingers to extend her orgasm, intensifying it. She thrashed in the chair, screaming, as the pleasure crashed all around and through her. Still it kept going. The manacles dug into her wrists. She convulsed, gasping, until the orgasm relaxed its hold and she collapsed back into the chair.

Another ripple of applause moved through the audience. The doctor withdrew his fingers. "This particular subject becomes increasingly compliant after each episode of use," he said. "We will now ask the subject to confirm her desire to remain in the role of sexual slavery. Nurse Bowes?" 

Eileen remained still, eyes half-closed, breathing hard, barely aware of the nurse wheeling a small metal cart up to the exam chair. She didn't move when the doctor began attaching a series of rectangular electrodes to her breasts, just above and below her nipples. He clipped long wires to the electrodes, attaching the other ends to a small device on the cart. It wasn't until he pushed a thick, cold metal dildo inside her that she responded with a cry of surprise. She gasped again when another, shorter metal probe was pressed abruptly and deeply into her ass. He pulled back her clitoral hood to place a clamp tightly over her clit. More of the long wires were clipped to the clamp and to the metal objects buried inside her.

The nurse placed a thin tubular band around Eileen's chest. She gave Eileen a broad smile and a wink as she attached a cuff to Eileen's upper arm.

"You are now hooked up to a polygraph machine," Dr. Moreland said. "This particular machine is also equipped with a microphone connected to a voice stress analyzer. The electrodes have been wired to a modified device which is commonly used for treating chronic pain. This device is controlled by signals from the polygraph." He smiled warmly. "I am going to ask you a series of questions. If the polygraph detects a false answer, you will receive an electric shock to you nipples, genitals, and anus. Shall we begin?"

Eileen's heart beat fast. The electrodes inside her were hard and very thick. They stretched her pussy and ass uncomfortably. The clamp on her sensitive clit was just a little too tight. A thrill of fear ran through her, chased in rapid succession by wild excitement. She nodded.

"I will ask you some control questions first. Is your name Eileen Porto?"

"Yes," she said., her voice hoarse.

"Are you currently bound to a medical examination chair?"

"Yes."

He turned some dials. "Are you now or have you ever been in league with aliens from another planet to conquer the earth?"

"What?" She looked at him in confusion.

"Ah, let me rephrase. Are you now or have you ever been knowingly in league with aliens from another planet to conquer the earth?"

"No."

"Right." He adjusted the dials again. "I think that should do it." The nurse handed him a clipboard. "Okay, here we go. Are you a sex slave?"

Eileen's heart leapt into her throat. The feeling of vulnerability came back strongly. She looked at the group of people watching her, then back at the doctor, waiting patiently with his clipboard. "No!" Her voice quavered.

The shock hit instantly.

A sharp jolt, more surprising than painful, lanced through her nipples. Her clit buzzed powerfully, as if pressed by something sharp and vibrating. The muscles in her pussy and ass squeezed down tightly around the hard blunt electrodes driven so deeply into her. She screamed, eyes tightly closed, hands balled into fists. "Aaaaangh!"

The shock ended. Eileen looked up at the doctor, still gasping. Her breasts heaved. He looked back neutrally. "Are you a sex slave?"

"I..." Her head reeled with surprise and confusion. The electric jolt had been so strong and so unexpected that for a moment, she had lost her sense of where she was. Worse, it had not been entirely unpleasant. Her pussy still trembled around the thing inside it. "I don't..." The doctor waited patiently.

I can't say it! she thought. Not in front of these people! Who knows what they will do to me if I admit it!

Another part of her mind responded. You have to tell the truth! If you don't, you will get shocked again! What happens if they find out that you like it? Her breath caught. Had she liked it? Did her body actually respond to electrical shocks on her sex? Her face flushed at the idea.

Dr. Moreland cleared his throat. "I must insist that you answer the question. Are you a sex slave?"

"I...Yes! Yes, I am a sex slave!" she cried. The electric jolt she was halfway expecting did not come.

"What does being a sex slave mean?"

"It means..." Eileen hesitated. No! I can't say it! she thought. Not in front of all these people!

She looked up at the doctor, watching her calmly. Her heart beat fast. "It means I have no control over who has sex with me or what they do to me. It..." She took a deep breath. Her nipples hardened achingly. "It means I am a filthy slut who deserves to be used for sex."

"Do you like being a sex slave?"

"No!" The word came out automatically.

Electric shocks lashed through her. Her nipples twitched as if gripped by invisible clamps. She clamped down on the probes inside her so strongly that it felt as if they grew larger inside her. A hot painful buzz arced through her clit, much like the sensation of the Hitachi, but sharper, stronger. Her back arched. She screamed, louder this time.

When it stopped, she fell back against the seat, panting. Sweat glowed on her body. "Oh!" On the television screen, her clit throbbed so strongly the clamp affixed to it danced and bobbed.

"I should advise you that each shock will be stronger and last longer than the one before," Dr. Moreland said. A slow, lazy smile grew on the nurse's lips. Eileen twisted in her bonds. "Now then. Do you like being a sex slave?"

"Yes," Eileen whispered.

"I'm afraid you will have to speak up," he said. "Do you like being a sex slave?"

"Yes! Yes, I do." Her face burned. The people watching her leaned forward. 

"Does it give you sexual gratification to be taken and used for sex whether you want it or not?"

"Yes." Eileen trembled, unable to look him in the eyes.

"Do you like being stripped naked, bound to a chair, and put on display in front of strangers?"

"I--" Fear stirred in her heart. More than anything, she wanted to deny it, to tell him that she hated what was happening to her. She knew that if she did, the machine would shock her again, and everyone watching would know the truth anyway. She felt small and helpless, trapped by her body's own desires. "Yes," she said. Butterflies swirled in her stomach. "Yes, I do. I like...the way they look at me." Her face burned.

"I will now open the floor for questions," Dr. Moreland said. "Does anyone have anything you'd like to ask the subject?"

Several hands went up. Eileen cringed inwardly.

Dr. Moreland nodded to a man with close-cropped blonde hair in the second row. "Are you turned on right now?" he asked.

"Yes." Eileen's voice sounded distant in her ears.

Another man raised his hand. "If I got up right now and fucked you, would you struggle?"

A surge of need washed over Eileen. Her clit throbbed. "No," she said.

"Would you like it?"

She felt her breathing increase. "Yes. Oh, yes."

Another hand went up. A woman near the front, with long brown hair that framed a delicate, elfin face, gave her a long, appraising look. "How about me? If I got up right now to fuck you, would you struggle?"

Eileen's stomach lurched. A quick shiver of fear went through her, giving a sharp metallic edge to her arousal. "Yes."

"Would you like it?"

"No!" Eileen jerked frantically at the restraints. "No! I don't--aaaaangh!" The electric shocks blazed through her body. Hot little needles thrummed against her nipples and her swollen clit. She felt herself clamping painfully tightly around the electrodes inside her, over and over, every squeeze sending sharp jolts through her body. The butterflies swirled faster. She felt the hot flush of an oncoming orgasm. "Yes!" she screamed. "I would like it! I would! Oh!" The last sound came out as a sob.

The shock ended. She strained at the manacles. Oh, God! she thought. That isn't true! It can't be! How could I want a woman to touch me?

"Would you come?"

"Yes!" The answer burst out of her before she had a clear idea of what she was going to say. The woman smiled. Eileen shuddered.

A man in the back put up his hand. "Do you like being forced to have sex with strangers?"

Eileen twisted in her bonds. "Yes. I...I do."

A man's hand went up. "Would you like being forced to have sex with all of us?"

Eileen whimpered. Her face burned. There was nowhere safe to look. Not at the doctor, who waited patiently for her to answer. Not at the audience, with their hungry, inquisitive eyes. Not at the nurse, who smiled wolfishly at her, savoring her torment. Not at the giant television screen, displaying her quivering pussy in vivid detail. Not even down at her own toes, through the forest of wires coming from the electrodes on her breasts.

"I..." Her toes curled. "I would." On the screen, the walls of her vagina quivered.

Another hand, this one belonging to a curvy blonde with spiky hair and large brown eyes. "Does it turn you on to be forced to tell the truth about yourself like this?"

"No! It's too--Oh! OH!" The shock hit her, surged through her, made her arch against the steel restraints. Little fingers of crackling energy spread through her breasts, surged inside her ass and pussy. She felt her hips thrusting in time with each pulsing shock. Tingling, stinging tremors ran up from her clit and spread out through her body. She felt the orgasm rushing toward her again. No! she thought frantically. Don't let them see me come from this! No!

It drove her, hard and irresistible, right to the edge of the cliff. She fought against it with all her strength, using every tool she'd learned from having the vibrator locked inside her for so long. Then, at the instant she felt nothing could hold back her orgasm, it stopped. She panted heavily, eyes unfocused. Her body glistened with sweat.

"Well? Does it turn you on?"

"Yes," Eileen said, defeated. "It does."

"Another question," Dr. Moreland said. He pointed to a man sitting just behind the blonde woman. "You."

"If you are shocked again, will it make you come?" the man asked.

Eileen held her breath, unsure what to do. If she lied and said "no," would it detect the falsehood? Would it shock her again? If that happened, she would surely come. But if she told the truth, what would happen then? Would the doctor shock her, just to make her come?

Did she want him to? The electric shocks didn't feel bad, precisely, but they certainly didn't feel good either. What would it be like, to come from being shocked? What would these people think of her?

"I..." She took a deep breath. "I will. If I am shocked again, I will come."

"One last question," the doctor said. "When you came in for your examination, you asked me to take you by force. Would you like me to do that now?"

Eileen shivered. She had known when she arrived that her "examination," whatever it was, would probably mean being used for sex. But had her words been entirely bravado? Did she want him to rape her?

Her body tingled. Butterflies swirled. She thought about Anthony, how hard he had been when he had watched her being ravished on the hotel balcony, how proud he had been of her. Her nipples strained. Would he be proud of her if she said yes? Would it excite him if she willingly turned herself over to this man?

Would it excite her? She thought about how it would feel to let herself be taken by force in front of all these people, sitting in neat rows in their lab coats, watching her. A shiver of arousal traveled down her spine, spread through her sex in a warm glow.

"Yes," she said. "I..." She hesitated. "I would like you to rape me now."

"I see," he said. The nurse drew in a sharp breath.

Without a word, Dr. Moreland began peeling the electrodes off her skin. Eileen gasped when the smooth hard probes were pulled from her pussy and ass. The doctor turned the chair around until Eileen's back was to the audience. He leaned in close to her ear. "This would have happened no matter what you said," he whispered. Eileen's heart pounded.

He pressed a button on the side of the chair. Motors whirred. The back reclined until she was lying flat, arms still manacled at her sides, with her head facing toward the audience. He pressed another button. Her hips rose, so that she was lying at a steep angle, head almost touching the floor, hips up at a convenient height, legs apart. The watchers swam upside-down in her vision.

Dr. Moreland moved between her legs. "I will now demonstrate the subject's response to forcible sexual intercourse," he said. "Keep in mind that this subject responds to sexual stimulation most positively when it is unwanted and she can not prevent it."

Time slowed. Eileen felt herself frozen in that quivering moment, hyper-aware of everything around her. Every breath, every sigh, every beat of her heart came through to her, magnified, surreal. She saw the long-haired woman moan softly, hard nipples pressing against a thin blue shirt under the lab jacket. She heard a chair slide across the floor as a man near the back moved for a clearer view. She saw another man in the front row hunch down in his seat, legs apart; from her upside-down perspective, a bulge was clearly present in his jeans. When she looked up, she saw the nurse looking down at her, cheeks flush. Oh, my God, this is what they want! she thought. Everybody in this room wants to watch me be raped!

The doctor unzipped his pants. The sound was like thunder in her ears. She heard the soft rustle of cloth. Eileen jumped when his fingers touched her thighs. The pounding of her heart drowned out everything else.

Then, in one hard, fast shove, he rammed into her.

Eileen screamed. His cock was thick and very hard. He was not even the least bit gentle. He thrust savagely into her, over and over, and her body responded. With every hard shove, her own need mounted, until the orgasm came roaring over her. She writhed in her bonds, helpless to stop him, crying out in inescapable ecstasy.




Training Ch. 08



When she opened her eyes again, she saw the audience staring at her with naked lust on their faces. Oh, God, she thought, they know I like it! The doctor continued to pound her, unconcerned that her orgasm had passed. She felt herself closing tightly around his shaft.

"Nnnngh!" she cried. The nurse looked down at her and moaned. Eileen struggled helplessly. A strong memory flooded through her, the nurse lowering her dripping pussy toward Eileen's face. A flare of hot yearning blazed through her. For a brief second, she longed for Samantha to strip off her clothes and force herself, reckless with lust, onto her. She wanted to show the people watching how compliant she was, how eagerly she could give herself up to this rough sexual use...

The second orgasm hit her, even stronger than the first. She squeezed down tightly on the invading cock, crying out in pleasure. The doctor grunted, just once, and then he was gushing a hot wet flood into her. Her body exploded in ecstasy, so intense she felt dizzy.

He pulled out before it had passed, leaving her shaking. He zipped up his fly, indifferent to her whimpers and the little twitches that shuddered through her body. "As this demonstration shows," he said, "the subject responds favorably to forced sexual servitude. She takes pleasure from compulsory, involuntary sexual activity. We will now evaluate her degree of compliance with verbal instruction." He pressed a button. The chair hummed back to its upright position. He spun her around to face the audience. The manacles snapped open at the touch of another button. "Stand up. Place your hands behind your head."

Eileen stood shakily in front of the group. As she brought her hands behind her head, she felt completely exposed, body and mind, to these strangers. Thick white come flowed from between her legs to drip on the tile floor.

"Her husband has asked me to evaluate her compliance under duress. For that reason, the subject will be required to experience discomfort during this phase of the evaluation." He nodded to Samantha. "Nurse, if you please?"

"Yes, doctor." She brought one hand to Eileen's breast. Eileen moaned softly at the gentle caress.

Then, with a sudden movement, the nurse wrapped a long piece of rubber surgical tubing around her breast, painfully tight. Eileen cried out.

"Hold still," Samantha said. Her fingers dug in to soft skin. She wrapped the tubing several more times around the base. With deft movements, she tucked the ends securely into place. Pain throbbed through her breast. She whimpered.

"Stay there," Samantha said. "I still have to do the other one." She picked up another length of tubing. "Stand up straight."

Her hand slid over Eileen's other breast. A few quick turns of the tubing and it, too, was bound tightly. They bulged, already beginning to turn purple. Eileen made small soft sounds of pain.

"I love these perky nipples," Samantha said. Her fingers stroked them playfully, coaxing them to stand out even more. "They're so much fun to tease!" She smiled cheerfully. "They're so much fun to hurt, too."

Eileen drew in her breath with fear. The nurse picked up a pair of black metal clamps with a wicked smile. A small bell, painted a whimsical blue and decorated with little white flowers, dangled from each clamp. "Now let's just put these on here, and..."

The clamps bit into Eileen's nipples. She let out a cry of pain, struggling to remain still. The bells merrily tinkled out her suffering.

Dr. Moreland picked up a black rubber plug that reminded Eileen of the one Anthony had made her wear on the plane. A tube extended from its base to a rubber squeeze bulb. He pointed to the floor. "Kneel. Face down, ass in the air, if you please."

Aching, embarrassed, slick wetness still leaking from her, Eileen did as she was told. The tiled floor was cold and hard. As she knelt, she could feel the weight of the watching eyes on her, bright with uncaring lust. Her breasts throbbed with pain. She lowered her head until her nose nearly touched the floor, unable to look at all the people watching her.

Something cold and wet poured over her. Gloved fingers worked the thick stuff into her pussy and ass. She raised her hips automatically toward the touch, offering herself the way she did every morning for Anthony, ashamed at her own submissive compliance. The end of the plug touched her ass. She pushed herself back onto it as she had been trained to do, feeling it stretch her open. A titter of surprise reminded her of the people watching.

The doctor squeezed the bulb rapidly. Inside her, the plug swelled, stretching her ass until she let out a groan.

"We are ready to begin," he said. "May I have a volunteer to perform forcible oral penetration of the subject, please?"

Eileen looked up in shock. Several hands shot into the air. The doctor nodded to the man in the front row, the one with the prominent bulge in his pats. Eileen's heart beat fast as he rose and moved toward her. He stopped just in front of her and lowered his fly, smiling. Eileen quivered. The bells tinkled.

Dr. Moreland knelt behind her. He nodded to the man. "You may begin." Without waiting for him to move, the doctor shoved three fingers into Eileen's slippery pussy, fast and deep. Eileen screamed. The man in front of her grabbed her by the hair. With one push, his thick cock filled her mouth, choking off the scream.

Eileen struggled for a moment, overwhelmed. The doctor shoved his fingers in and out of her brutally. Her ass felt filled beyond what she could take. Her tender breasts throbbed ad ached. The clamps with their brightly jingling bells made her nipples scream with agony. The man in front of her pulled her hair much too hard, forcing her head back to press himself down her throat.

"Mmmmngh!" she cried. They were being rough with her, much rougher than Anthony was. She squirmed powerlessly, feeling weak and defenseless. A sound like a sigh rippled through the onlookers. She became suddenly aware of being watched, of how the people gathered in this clinical, utilitarian room were enjoying her torment. An abrupt jolt of sexual excitement flashed through her.

Eileen was shocked by how easily her training took over. Without any conscious choice, she wrapped her lips tightly around the rigid erection in her mouth. Her tongue caressed it, sliding along the underside of his shaft, welcoming him. She pressed back against the fingers ramming into her, driving them deeper. Her helplessness, her excitement, and the thrill of being watched all melded together to transform the torment into something else. Everything--the clamps on her nipples, the tight grip on her hair, the merciless fingers thrust so uncaringly into her hard-used sex, the tight rubber tubing digging into her breasts--added fuel to her desire. She moaned around the thick cock, bobbing her head over it hungrily.

A thought came to her. Anthony will be so proud! The idea that her willing acceptance of this rough assault might please him excited her even more. She pictured him watching what was happening to her, a satisfied smile on his face. "Look at what a well-trained slut she is," she imagined him saying. "See how much she likes it? She deserves what's happening to her." She visualized the erection growing in his pants...

"Mmmm! Mmmngh!" she cried. The orgasm took her without warning, hard and unstoppable. Her head bobbed faster, willing the man to come, using her own pleasure to draw his out.

He responded with a moan. "Oh!" he said. "Don't stop! Don't stop! I'm..." his words turned to a roar. A thick torrent of semen gushed into her mouth. She thrashed as the conditioning took control. Her pussy clamped down tightly on the doctor's fingers. She shook with sexual ecstasy, coming so hard that she felt she might pass out. White fluid dripped unheeded from the corner of her mouth.

The aftershocks stayed with her for a long time. She was barely aware of the fingers being withdrawn from her. The man in front of her released her hair as he slipped out of her mouth. She felt, dimly, the thing in her ass deflate. "Oh!" she said as it was pulled free.

The nurse touched her shoulder. "Stand up, sweet pea." She helped her rise. Eileen stood trembling as Samantha unwound the rubber tubing from her breasts, leaving deep marks behind. She let out a cry when the clamps came off, sending fresh pain surging through her nipples.

The man who had just forced himself on her zipped his pants. Eileen wiped the corner of her mouth sheepishly, humiliated and self-conscious. She looked down at the tile floor under her toes, unwilling to meet his eye.

"How would you evaluate the subject's attention and focus to the task of providing you with oral pleasure?" the doctor asked.

"Amazing!" he replied. "She gives great head. I've never seen that much concentration before. It's like there's nothing that can distract her."

The doctor nodded. "Thank you. You may be seated."

As the man walked back to his chair, Dr. Moreland returned his attention to the group. "This concludes the subject's evaluation," he said. "The subject has made unprecedented progress over the last several months. She now has all the attributes one would find desirable in a sex slave. She is excited by forcible sexual subjugation. Her body is receptive to even the most rigorous demands. She has demonstrated outstanding compliance with her training regimen. She is obedient and accommodating, and shows exceptional focus to the task of sexual service. The subject's husband reports that her baseline state of arousal is very high. She openly exhibits a strong need for daily sexual use." He paused. Eileen blushed at his words. "I feel comfortable saying that this subject is now ready to begin her duties as a full-fledged sex slave."

Eileen flushed crimson. She found herself suddenly unable to look directly at him, or at anyone else watching her. She looked down, blushing, a strange mix of pride and humiliation tangled up inside her.

"Thank you all for being here," Dr. Moreland said. "That concludes the evaluation. Nurse, if you will bring the subject up front when she is ready?"

Samantha grinned. The people audience rose from their chairs to file out of the back of the room, talking excitedly to each other. The doctor turned abruptly and left through the door Eileen had entered through.

The doors closed. She bent to pick up her clothes, feeling self-conscious.

"Don't," Samantha said. 

Eileen looked at her in surprise. Samantha stared back wolfishly. She moved closer, like a hunting cat stalking its prey. Eileen backed away from her uncertainly until she came up against the wall behind her.

The nurse glided closer still, until their bodies just touched. Helplessness surged in Eileen. Samantha moved in as if to kiss her. Eileen's lips parted.

"Yes, that's right," the nurse breathed, her lips just inches from Eileen's. "You are always ready, aren't you?" Her hands moved to Eileen's breasts. She traced the fading marks from where the rubber tubing had bound her so tightly. Her fingers stroked Eileen's swollen, sensitive nipples, very lightly. Eileen shuddered.

One hand crept down, across her belly, over her mound. Eileen remained still against the wall, barely breathing.

"You are a certified sex slave now," Samantha said. "That means you can never say no again." Her fingers parted the folds of her labia. She slipped a fingertip inside Eileen, barely entering her. Her lips moved closer to Eileen's. "From now on, you can never say no to anything."

Eileen's body quivered. The nurse's finger slipped back out, worked its way to her swollen, throbbing clit. Samantha's wet, slick finger traced a slow circle around her clit, exquisitely gentle. "Show me," she said. "Give yourself to me. Let me see it in your eyes."

Her finger moved back and forth, little half-circles around Eileen's clit. She was surprised by the delicacy of the nurse's touch, the soft subtlety of it. Pleasure rippled through her. She sighed.

"Yes. Like that. Surrender. Show me. You are a slave now. You can't stop it." Her breath was warm on Eileen's face.

Eileen closed her eyes. That light touch, so gentle on her sensitive clit, filled her world. Samantha moved just a little bit faster, pursuing Eileen's pleasure.

Eileen moaned. The nurse's lips brushed against hers. She felt the teasing touch of Samantha's tongue, light and soft, coaxing her. Her fingers gradually moved faster, sending fresh ripples of pleasure through her body. Eileen kissed her back, hesitantly at first, her tongue barely touching Samantha's lips.

Samantha pressed closer. Her fingertip slid directly over Eileen's clit, making her shudder. She felt herself surrendering, giving herself over to that surprisingly gentle caress, the breathtaking tenderness of the kiss. Somewhere inside her, the last traces of resistance were melting away. She yielded to the gentle seduction, letting herself be lost in it.

Samantha kissed deeper. Her finger moved more quickly. The nurse lifted her toward ecstasy with great skill, her fingers playing just the right chords on Eileen's clit. Her pleasure mounted gradually, as slow and inevitable as the incoming tide.

Eileen wasn't even exactly sure when the orgasm started. It flooded through her until she was lost in it, and still it kept building and building. The nurse's fingers kept moving, soft but relentless, until Eileen's body shuddered uncontrollably.

Samantha held the kiss through her entire orgasm. It went on and on, an intense outpouring that felt as if it would never end, releasing the tension coiled up in her. The nurse's lips swallowed up her moans.

It faded as slowly as it had come. The tide receded, leaving Eileen shaking. Her arms slid around Samantha's body. She held her close, kissing her feverishly, tongue slipping between soft lips. Samantha made a small sound of surprise. With that little noise, longing flared inside Eileen; she drew the woman closer against her, desperately, pouring all her desire into the kiss. A storm of emotions overwhelmed her. For just a moment, she felt like she would let this woman do anything to her, take anything from her at all.

"And there it is," Samantha said, stepping back. She caressed Eileen's cheek softly. "You are so beautiful when you surrender. It's time to get dressed now."

Eileen moved as though she were sleepwalking, gathering her clothes and dressing in a haze of submission and need. She followed the nurse out through the door and back down the hallway into the waiting room. Anthony was already waiting. His face lit up in a broad smile when he saw her.

"Hello, little whore!" he beamed. "Aaron was just telling me you passed your evaluation. I'm so proud of you!" He swept her up in his arms. "Now you are a certified sex slave. Isn't that wonderful?"

Eileen melted into his arms. The doctor watched, his face wreathed in smiles. "She's a natural," he said. "I've never seen someone take to it so easily."

"I'd like you to continue to evaluate her." Anthony said. "You know, just to help keep her on track. Let's set up a regular examination for her every month, so we can make sure she's still progressing as she should."

Eileen felt a quick shiver of fear. The thought of coming in here, over and over again, to let the doctor scrutinize her, probe her, rape her, perhaps even give her to the nurse, raised goose bumps on her arms. She felt suddenly aware of his come still wet inside her. The butterflies swirled.

The doctor stroked his chin thoughtfully. "You'll have to check with Mildred. She keeps my appointment book."

Anthony nodded. "Go set up an appointment for yourself, my darling. See if she has any regular openings. Saturday afternoon works best for me."

Eileen felt herself turn red. The nurse gave her a small, sly smile. A part of her wanted to protest. How can you do this? How can you make me set up my own appointment to be brought in here and raped? Another part of her, still buzzing with the energy of what had just happened, wanted to please Anthony, impress him with her obedience. She hesitated, trapped between conflicting impulses. They watched her. The nurse's smile grew.

Trembling, Eileen approached the receptionist's window. The woman behind it looked up at her through silver horn-rimmed glasses. "Hello, dearie. How was your examination?"

Eileen mumbled something indistinct.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that," the receptionist said. "You'll have to speak up."

"I..." Butterflies fluttered. "I'm here to make another appointment."

"Oh, that's wonderful! I'm glad you like our services." She flipped open a large appointment book. "When would you like to come back? We have an opening available on Tuesday, and another on Friday morning."

"No. I need..." She remembered the manacles holding her to the chair, the way it had felt when the doctor entered her. Her nipples ached. "I need to schedule a time to come in every month."

"Well, I think we can do that for you. What day would you prefer?"

"Saturday." Eileen looked down.

"Let me see here. I can...yes. The first Saturday of the month. One o'clock in the afternoon, shall we say?" The woman scribbled in the book with a pen. "I'll block off three hours for your monthly exam. Will that be enough?"

Eileen flushed and nodded. The nurse scribbled out a reminder card. She took it blankly and fled back to the comfort of Anthony's side.

On the drive home, Eileen's thoughts swirled. Samantha's words kept repeating themselves in her head. "You can never say no again." Her clit throbbed. She thought about how it had felt to be forced to take the stranger in her mouth while the doctor tormented her. "You can never say no again." She remembered the unexpected gentleness of the nurse's hands on her, the way she had given herself over to her. Is that what her life would be from now on? Always accepting anything that was done to her, never saying no to anything? Her bruised nipples hardened painfully.

When they arrived back home, he took her by the hand to escort her into the house. The moment they crossed the threshold, he turned to her and began unbuttoning her shirt. Once it was open, he slid it gently off her shoulders. It fell with a soft whisper. 

He turned his attention to her skirt. "Since you're a full-fledged sex slave now, you are no longer permitted to wear clothing in the house when you're home alone or it's just you and me. You may dress to leave, or when there are other people here, but at all other times you are to remain naked." His fingers unfastened her skirt. It slipped to the floor. "I'm sure I probably don't need to tell you, but you will be punished for failure to comply. Do you understand?"

Eileen nodded. Her pussy clenched. She felt a quick shiver of excitement.

"Good." He led her into the kitchen, where he pulled up a chair for her. "Just a little paperwork for you to do now. It's just a formality, you understand, to make things official."

"What?"

"Here." He set a stack of papers in front of her. "Read this. There is a space next to each paragraph for you to initial, to indicate you've read it all. When you're done, sign on the bottom."

'What is it?" she asked.

"Read it and see!" Anthony grinned and sat down beside her.

Eileen looked at the stack of papers. It was a contract, each section neatly labeled. The first part, titled "Duties and Responsibilities," described the functions she was expected to perform as a sex slave. In graphic language so explicit it made her blush, it detailed all of the ways she would make herself available to Anthony for his sexual use. The contract described, in lurid detail, how every part of her body would be available to him for sex, at any time of his choosing. 

Eileen felt a tingle of fear. Anthony watched her initial each paragraph as she read. The contract stipulated that Eileen's body was Anthony's sole property, in recognition of which Eileen would forever relinquish all say in how it was to be put to use. Her manner of dress was laid out in detail, with prohibitions on wearing any clothing that hampered easy access to her cunt or ass. A paragraph set out boundaries on her right to have an orgasm, permitting orgasm when she was being used but forbidding orgasm at any other time without permission.




Training Ch. 08



He watched them most of the time as they made love licking and fingering each other and using toys on their pussies each day. Then after some foreplay by the Dhea, Barbara laid on her back with her fat legs spread wide open and her hairy pussy all wet and shinning up at Dhea and would say: "Lick it, lick me you sexy bitch! Lick my wet cunt and make Barbara cum." 

As Frank watched Dhea kneel and bend her head down to lick his wife, the 'old man' couldn't stand just watching any more. Dhea knelt between his wife's legs and he saw her perfect round ass and her young desirable pussy up in the air and he had to have her just like that. 

Moving closer now and seeing her pussy lips open and her little cunt and butt hole both wet from his wife's mouth, he knew he wanted to fuck her from behind and now was his chance. He moved in and as Dhea licked Barbara's pussy the Ambassador pushed his cock into Dhea from behind. He surprised her but she took him with no problem. 

He moaned and immediately started to pump like crazy. Fast and hard, he did the best he could do fucking her from behind. Dhea kept licking and sucking the old lady's pussy as she felt him put a finger in her ass hole and seconds later he release his load into her cunt. No condom this time. In his lustful state Frank had forgotten to put one on and for the first time he had fucked Dhea bareback and he loved it. 

Her training was now complete. From then on it was once a week with the Ambassador and daily with Barbara and then sometimes once a week with both of them. The 'old man' was now able with the help of that little blue pill, to get it up a couple times a week. Dhea lived in their house all the time now, and some weeks Barbara would insist on them having sex more than once a day. Dhea always complied. 

Actually the oral sex was wonderful for her and the toys Barbara had made Dhea cum and cum and cum. Sometimes the 'old man' could get it up again sometime he couldn't. But, Barbara's cunt was being eaten by this beautiful Asian woman and that's all she cared about. Plus with the use of dildos and vibrators Barbara got off better than she ever had with he husband. Dhea was having her pussy licked often and she too was having a great number of orgasms from Barbara's talented mouth and her wonderful toys. 

As weeks went by wherever the Ambassador went Dhea was there at his side. When his wife wasn't able to attend a function requiring a date, Dhea went with him instead. She became his personal assistant now. Frank took her shopping with him and he brought her expensive things and sexy clothes. 

They spent time on private boats where he would insist that Dhea would lay out in the sun nude on their private deck and the 'old man' would make love to her with his mouth over and over again. She was very happy sucking his cock now too and did it without him asking her. She would make him cum in her mouth and drink his seed which really got the 'old man' off. The day trips were done with a limited number of crew and no one saw what they did on that private deck. 

Once the 'old man' fell asleep after sex, Shea would take her body guard to her room and fuck him like a wild cat. He was young and had a great body and a big hard cock. The Ambassador didn't know it but he drank the guard's cum more than once. This younger man made her very happy and she loved how it felt to hold his strong arms and feel his muscles as he fucked her over and over again. It was the best for her. Oral sex by Barbara and Frank and then orgasms from a big hard young cock plus she was being paid better and better.

Then there were times when the 'old man' would rent a villa up in the mountains. He would press her against the big picture window and fuck her from behind with her hands over her head pressed against the glass along with her tits. The guard would watch them fuck and Dhea would smile at him as he stood there watching her being fucked by Frank. They both smiled at each other as the Ambassador would grunt and hump and cum again in a minute or less.

When the 'old man' was done she would lay with him in bed until he fell asleep and then leave the villa and meet her young lover and fuck him in the bushes behind the house. Once they were done she would shower and lay out in the sun until Frank woke up. Then it was oral sex time and Frank would have her sit on his face and he would make love to her well fucked pussy with his tongue.

When they were back from a trip, Dhea met with Frank in his private office and he would make her cum with his mouth and sometimes his cock right on his desk. When the Ambassador was gone on business, Dhea fucked her body guard on the same desk. 

At home Frank would try and fuck her everyday. Most days he couldn't get it hard enough even with the meds he took, so he used his mouth and gave her pleasure. 

Barbara didn't know about any of these things like the boat or villa. She felt Dhea was hers to enjoy fully. So Dhea always gave her everything she wanted in their 69 love making or with the toys to make sure Barbara stayed happy. Dhea had turned into a first class whore.

The days went by then the weeks and months. Frank had stopped using condoms when he fucked Dhea now. After feeling her tight pussy around his bare dick that one night when he took her from behind, he never used a condom again. He put her on birth control immediately but it took a few weeks to make sure she was protected. The Ambassador always made sure that he released his cum in her pussy. God it felt so good to fuck this beautiful woman without a condom.

When they were home his wife spent most nights with Dhea. The Ambassador's wife was very bi and she just loved this young beautiful women nude in her bed and thrilled that she was making love to her and that Dhea was making love back to her. 

When her husband was called away on business, real business, Barbara had Dhea sleep in her bed with her. When Barbara was busy or sleeping Dhea would sneak out and fuck her body guard. They enjoyed a nice time with each other and fucked whenever and where ever they could. Barbara also tasted the body guard's cum some time.

At least once a week usually on Friday night Dhea would spend time with them both in their bedroom and not hardly be seen until Monday morning when the 'old man' would drive her to work in his car still playing with her in the back seat. Her salary was six times what it was when she first started working for the Embassy. She supported her entire family now.

Over the years she was Frank's personal assistant she spent many hours under him or on top of him but only minutes riding his small little cock. And when he wasn't fucking her, his wife was sharing their bed and their bodies and tongues. And when these two weren't using her body she was using her body guard's body. The sex was almost non stop for her and life was good for her.

At first Dhea was scared of them all but over time this sexual experience paid off with more money and more benefits and a very good education and she took advantage of all that her charm and good looks could get her. Yes, Dhea had learned very well that the sex was paying off with huge rewards for her.

The Ambassador was in his late fifties and having this very special girl in his bed was a fantastic benefit for him. And having her service his wife too meant that most of the time there was no hiding the sex he was having with Dhea. The time away was hidden from everyone. All the sex was hidden from the staff and others working at the Embassy for security and moral reasons, but when alone Dhea was both their whore.

Now, Dhea was a very giving and a very subordinate woman and they both used her for their sexual gratification and made sure she was happy and her family was well taken care of. 

However, Dhea was also very smart and as they used her body for their pleasure, she used them to secure what she wanted which were a visa and the ability to return to the USA with them when they came home. Then she got Frank to pay for her to attend college. She had learned how to play the game by then very well and while she was still a servant to their wishes she was rewarded greatly for her charms and her skills in bed.

Then one day she came into the bedroom and told them that she was going to have a baby. The 'old man' wasn't shooting blanks like everyone was sure he was, or maybe it was the body guard that no one knew was banging Dhea too. They all felt that somehow one of those old sperm had found an egg and she was knocked up.

The couple didn't want any of this and so they made Dhea have an abortion. They had contacts and resources and in a matter of days Dhea was without child again. As pay back they paid for Graduate school for her and had her continue to live with them in the southeast. She did for while and they still took her and took her and took her using her body for their pleasure. But she was now in the USA and had accomplished her goal and became a US citizen. Once she graduated from graduate school she left.

Dhea was now in the State of Maryland and had been for a number of years. She was now 26 but still looked as if she was still in school, high school. Her small body was thin but was very shapely with round hips and a very firm ass. Her breasts were much larger than an average woman of her size and her nipples were dark and grew long thick and hard when excited. And, now she was experienced with both men and women and she knew all the things to say and do to make her even more desirable to both men and women.,

She trimmed her pussy enough so the lips of her vagina could be seen. She had learned that many men including the Ambassador found this to be an in creditable sexual turn on. Light brown in color, her pussy lips when opened showed her pink insides as almost red another turn on for men who had never had sex with a dark Asian woman. Her legs were smooth and athletic since she worked out to stay in shape and the peek of health. Her body was very perfect. 

But, it was Dhea's face that first turned heads of those she flirted with or just smiled at. Heart shape and smooth as ice, no marks or blemishes made Dhea extremely beautiful. Her long jet black hair fell just below her shoulders and accentuated her brilliant dark eyes that sparkled when she smiled or talked. Everywhere she went she turned heads of both the men and the women. 

She was now working for the State Department a job that the Ambassador got for her. She seceded in getting her new boss's point across to people or helped in achieving his goals. She used her sexuality very well.

Better educated, and the old Ambassador was paying his share of the bill for the privilege of still having her body when ever he was in Washington DC. His wife had passed away and he was alone and lonely. A perfect set up for her to achieving her goals. Now she wanted to get married and have at least one baby and making a family. 

She used sex as one way to achieve this goal with the 'old man' by having him introduced her to many men. He adored her and while he still could get it up, his cock was old and he was older and, well once every two weeks or a month when he came calling wasn't too much to ask from her to give him pleasure. 

She had met Bonnie at the gym and they became good friends. So when she was asked to test out Bobby's sexual experience by Bonnie, she wasn't sure she wanted to risk it. That was until she saw Bobby. He was so much younger than the 'old man' or any of the men she had been seeing. In fact he was younger than she was. Even better Bobby was very handsome and had a strong young cock she could use if things worked out for them to maybe get her baby. 

After fucking these old men and licking the Ambassador's crow of a wife Dhea for three years before she died, Dhea was more than ready for someone like Bobby. He was young, and very nice looking. Plus she was told that he was being trained to please women by two older ladies who had a great deal of experience. Bobby was just what she was looking for and so she agreed to try him out.

In her old country, sex with a white man like Bobby was a big deal for women like Dhea. If they were 'hairy' it would be even better, Bobby wasn't very hairy but he had some hair on his arms legs and chest. Dhea had heard that most Americans white or black had cocks that were larger than the men in her country. She never had a young white man's cock so she was eager to see and try him out. 

Dhea agreed to meet Bonnie at her house, and while Bobby was tied up and blind folded Dhea would fuck Bobby. Once she did it she loved it. He didn't know it but his training made sure she had orgasms, not one orgasm, but multi- orgasms form a real cock. No toys or tongues, just his hard dick had made her cum very hard that night. So hard in fact Dhea had cried out almost spoiling the idea that Bobby was fucking Bonnie. 

Bobby fucked her until she climaxed. This was something many men in her country and the USA didn't care about. They wanted to fuck but once they got off they would leave women still needing it. But Bobby had made her cum from his cock. Plus before that he had licked her pussy as she sat on his blind folded face and got her off. Again something the men in her country usually didn't want to do. 

But what really set Dhea off was the fact Bobby's cock was bigger then the men she had ever had, including the 'old man's' the Ambassador or the body guard. Bobby's cock was thicker and longer and he didn't cum when he was inside her and she was fucking him hard and fast. No Bobby didn't cum, but she sure did. So Dhea decided that she wanted more of Bobby and his skills.

Now Bobby had no idea that it was Dhea who rode him that day fucking him. All he knew and remembered was that the pussy his cock was in felt tighter and the woman on top of him felt lighter than Bonnie. 

Since Bonnie was the only woman he had ever fucked at that time Bobby wasn't sure of anything. All he knew was the pussy felt wonderful and squeezed him and rocked on him and made him feel so good. All this time he was sure Bonnie was testing him with her own cunt and that somehow she had made it feel different.

So Dhea finally called Bonnie and they talked about her having another go with Bobby. Finally Bonnie agreed to let Dhea meet Bobby and what happened after that was up to her and Bobby. Bonnie told her that she had to speak to Bobby's mother first but was sure she would agree to include Dhea into their little group if Bobby accepted her which Dhea was sure he would do.

Dhea was very excited and extremely happy about the agreement. She didn't have to use any type of blackmail to get Bonnie or Bobby's mom to let her have sex with Bobby again. All Dhea had to do was seduce Bobby when she was introduced to him. She felt she could do this without much trouble. After all Bobby was a young and horny boy and she was a lovely sexual Asian woman who wanted to give him her body. 

Dhea didn't want any trouble, she just wanted Bobby to fuck her and keep on fucking her until maybe he would eventually knocked her up if things worked out for them both. Then she would have Bobby's child and marry him. She would become his wife and not have to deal with the 'old man' or any of his old friends any more.

She was set to tell everyone that Bobby's mother was fucking him creating Incest but she didn't want to do that. No, she just wanted to be included in the group as Bonnie called it and have Bobby over and over again, alone. 

Dhea had done her research. She learned that incest was considered bad in the USA. Not where she came from, fathers usually took their daughter's virginity with the help of the mother. It was normal. But here in this country it was looked at as something taboo.

Bonnie and Jane, Bobby's mom, met and discussed the problem of Dhea getting involved with them and Bobby. But after a short talk neither could see a way out of it and Jane actually felt it might be good for her son to experience a younger woman too. 

Dhea received a call from Bonnie that they were having a small party at her pool and Bobby would be there too. Dhea loved the idea of wearing her bikini and showing Bobby her body in that small two piece bikini. The party was set for Saturday.



Training Ch. 09



Bobby watched Bonnie's long tongue slowly lick up his mother's pussy slit. She circled Jane's clit and then move down the slit until it was centered over her wet hot cunt hole. He loved to see his mother wiggle and hump, and thrust as she lifted her lower body up off the bed to take her lover's tongue even deeper. 

Bonnie was her next door neighbor and lover and she was very good at eating pussy. Bobby watched and saw that Bonnie could make her tongue change into different shapes and she let it dance over Jane's body. She stimulated like this often and each time it would make Jane scream with a wonderful set of orgasms. 

Bonnie could make her tongue flat and cover all of Jane's pussy and its lips. She would shove it into Jane's pussy hole lapping at her wetness. Then she could make it pointy and press it against Jane's clit and work that part of Jane's pussy again resulting in an orgasm. And Bonnie could even make a U shape out of her tongue and take Bobby's cum as it shot cum into her mouth from sucking his dick. Bonnie had done this a number of times over the summer as she trained Bobby as a good lover.

Bobby loved to see his mom arch way up off the bed and begin to hump and hump and hump her body, first slowly but soon it was moving faster and faster and faster as her pelvis fucked her body on Bonnie's long slim fingers and tongue. She never failed to make his mother cum. He watched as close as he could get without getting in the way. It seemed he always learned a new trick or skill from watching Bonnie eat his mother's pussy.

Bonnie actually lifted Jane's thighs and ass up off the bed and moved them over her head as she buried her tongue and two fingers into Jane's cunt. Jane held Bonnie's head and rammed her cunt into her mouth! The lust was sensational and the need in his mother was great! 

He loved to watch her cum. Bobby's cock was always so hard as he watched these two beautiful women make love that he felt that he would cum without touching it. But his training with Bonnie and his mom over the summer had given him a much better sense of endurance and the ability to hold off. He waited for his turn. Bonnie lapped Jane's cunt like a kitten drinking milk. She had Jane's wet hot hole wide open with her fingers and she was making Jane cried out with another orgasm. 

As Jane cried out Bobby moved closer to her. He offered his mom his hard cock and Jane greedily took the head in her mouth and sucked and sucked hard. He smiled down at her as she arched up off the bed again fucking Bonnie's face. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God", Jane moaned and mumbled with Bobby's dick in her mouth! As her body went wild, it humped almost uncontrollably making Jane cum again. 

Bobby held his mother's head lifting it a little so she could suck his dick better as he watched his mom body orgasm again. God he loved that so much, watching a woman cum so hard was such a lustful thing to see especially since it was his mom.

How many orgasms had Bonnie given his mother this time with her mouth and fingers? At least 4 or 5 he was sure. But even as he watched her going wild on her best friend's face he knew Jane would beg for his cock to finish her off when the two women were done. He waited and watched.

Bonnie was very good at this oral sex After all, a woman knows how to please another woman better than any man, especially when it came to licking and sucking her sex. Bonnie finally had her face pushed away from Jane's wet dripping cunt. Jane couldn't take any more direct stimulation on her clit. She smiled up at Bonnie and the two women laid together kissing and holding each other.

Then as Bonnie moved away and out from between Jane's open legs Bobby moved in and positioned his very hard wet cock at his mother's open cunt hole. Jane smiled up at him and moved her pussy so the cock head to touch her open hole. Bobby pushed and his cock head entered her cunt.

He pushed and moved and the head slowly entered her more and worked its way up, his mother's pussy tunnel. He pushed more and it went further and further until his cock passed where Bonnie's tongue had been. Now he was ready to shove all of his hard young cock into his mom's cunt. She smiled up at her son and hissed at him to fuck her hard. She lifted up a little more as she lifted her legs and accepted his cock. He pushed and embedded his dick completely in her hole. "OH GOD fuck me Bobby! You feel so good! It's so deep. Fuck me baby I need it so badly", his mom told him as he filled her pussy with his dick. 

She could feel his balls against her ass. She wrapped her legs around him and held his strong arms with her hands as Bobby began to fuck her the way he knew his mom loved to be fucked, on her back, legs up in the air and her pussy offered to him completely. Bobby drove into her hard and fast and pumped her with all his skills.

Jane love this way of fucking. She loved to be under her son and him in complete control. He wrapped his strong arms around her thighs and lifted his mother's ass up off the bed. Now he was driving down into her. Ramming and ramming her cunt as his balls slapped her ass loudly with a slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap. Faster and faster and harder and harder, he went wild on her pussy. 

Bonnie smiled at Jane when Jane looked over and licked her lips. Bonnie moved closer and began to lick Jane's nipples as Bobbie fucked her like a wild man now. "Oh yes!!! Fuck me Bobby. Fuck me hard and fast", she yelled at him

Faster still now his cock was a blur now as he fucked his mother's cunt. He slammed into her hole filling it and then lifting until the head was almost out. Then slamming back into her again! Jane screamed as she began to climax on her son's hard cock. Bobby filled her and held it there letting his mom fuck and cum and orgasms on it. Then Bobby kept going, pumping his dick into his mother's pussy not giving her any chance to rest.

Over and over again Bobby made Jane cum on his cock. With his cock that was so hard Bobby wanted nothing else but to fill his mother's cunt with his cum. Jane held him and with each thrust the air came out of her lungs. She was panting now and so was he. 

Again Bobby felt her as she arch her back and cry out. He pushed as deep as he could as he felt his balls begin to tighten and then release his cum. Shot after shot of hot, wet, thick, young cum was shot into her cunt filling it to overflow. The cum leaked around his hard shaft buried in his mother's hole. 

Bonnie was rubbing her lover's clit as she watched Jane close her eyes and sigh with pleasure as Bobby emptied his balls in his mom's hole. There was so much cum it overflowed her cunt and ran down her ass and puddle under her. Bonnie took some, picking it up with her fingers and then sucked her fingers. She loved cum, male or female it didn't matter, she enjoyed tasting it. 

She held them both as Jane shuttered and shook long after Bobby had finished cumming. The three lay together and enjoyed the feeling you get after an orgasm with someone you really like or love.

They lay like that for a long while. Then Bonnie said: "Oh shit come on you guys we have to meet Dhea in an hour. Bobby you need to shower and get ready. She has been waiting to meet you for weeks now. But your mother and I are too selfish and wanted to keep you all to ourselves."

Bobby asked: "So who is this Dhea anyway? You both have talked about her a bunch of times."

Jane kissed her son as the three sat up and Jane felt the huge amount of cum begin to leak out of her well used pussy. She smiled at her son seeing his semi-hard cock wet and covered with their cum. Jane said: "Bonnie and I want you to meet her sweetie. She is young and beautiful and when she saw your picture she insisted on meeting you. She is so cute and very sexy. She is an Asian girl who I think you will love to meet. Plus she likes us both and we have spent a couple hours together having fun. Maybe if you like her too we can invite her to join us from time to time. What do you think about that?"

Bobby told them he was very happy with just the three of them. But, he smiled and said: "But there's always room for one more in our bed, or on the floor. Sure mom I'd love to meet her."

Bonnie said: "Good! Now get your young ass in the shower before we start this all over again."

Jane said: "NO!! I can't take any more right now, I'll go first."

Bobby and Bonnie smiled as Jane got up and went to shower. As she closed the shower door, Bonnie dropped to her knees and immediately started to suck Bobby's cock.

Her body was very nice and when she asked him to move to the bed he did. She turned around and straddled his face as she sucked his cock. Bobby licked and fingered Bonnie's cunt. She was very hot to cum and it didn't take long before she had made Bobby's cock as hard as it got. 

She smiled thinking how wonderful it is to be young and ready to go again. Then she straddled his hips and guided his hard dick into he pussy. She was wet and slippery and Bobby entered her with one push. She rode him and rode him and came a few times before she lifted off, turned around and got on all fours. Bobby moved around and knelt behind her. He moved his cock to her ass and with some KY lubrication on both his cock shaft and her ass hole he entered her. Bonnie used a dildo often and she was use to having something in her ass. She loved the idea of being Bobby's first ass fuck.

Bonnie's ass was very tight and as Bobby pushed into it Bonnie rubbed her clit. Once he was in Bobby fucked her other hole like he fucked her cunt. He pushed and pulled as she gripped his cock as hard as she could with the muscles in and around her rose bud. Again and again she told him to fuck her harder and faster now. And each time Bobby did as he was instructed.

Bobby reached under her and grabbed her big tits. Bonnie had very n ice firm and huge tits. He pulled on the nipples and milked them and pinched them making Bonnie moan with more pleasure. 

In and out, in and out he moved and she pushed back into him. Finally the stimulation of her clit with her three fingers guiding over it back and forth and Bobby's hard cock fucking her ass hole made Bonnie begin to cum. The results of her orgasms made her ass tighten even more and she squeezed Bobby's cock as tight as he had ever felt. She could help it and he unloaded his nuts again inside Bonnie's ass this time.

When Jane came out of the bathroom she saw Bobby lying on top of Bonnie and she smiled. She walked up to the bed and stood next to them and said: "Well if anyone cares the bathroom is available. Who's next?"

Booby rolled off of Bonnie and Jane watched as cum began to leak out of Bonnie's ass hole. Jane smiled at her son and said: "One day I want you to do that to me sweetie. OK?"

Bobby was still out of breath and said: "Any time Mom. Any time."

Bonnie rolled over and told Bobby to go next. She was just too tired to get up. Bobby went into the shower as Jane and Bonnie began to talk. He couldn't hear all of what they were saying but Dhea's name he did hear. Bonnie and Jane had planned this night completely for Bobby. Tonight he would get to practice his new skills set without them around to help or guide him. Dhea would see to it that Bobby was happy and enjoyed her small but beautiful body.

After he finished Bonnie got ready and the three of them too a cab to the meet Dhea. Bobby asked: "Why are we taking a cab, I could have driven us to the retardant."

Jane told him: "Well we'll be drinking and it's safer for us to use cabs. "

Bobby agreed and as they rode downtown Jane and Bonnie stroked Bobby's inner thighs. He just sat back and watched as they played with his growing cock under his slack. They smiled and both of them kissed him as the cab pulled over. They were here. The women got out of the cab, and Jane paid the bill. Bobby managed to move out of the cab but the front of his slacks had a tent in them.

Then entered the restaurant and immediately saw Dhea sitting at the bar. She had a drink in her hand and showing a great amount of leg as she sat on the stool. When she stood up she had on a dark blue skirt that was very short and tight. It showed off both her legs and bottom perfectly. Bobby was stunned; Dhea was beautiful and built very nicely. She looked so young.

Dhea waved and the women hugged and then Jane introduced Dhea to Bobby and she gave him a hug. Bobby smelled her great perfume and felt how slim she was yet she had very nice breasts and shapely hips. Even up close she looked like a teenager, her face was lovely.

Bobby and Dhea were both carded most of the night by different waiters. This got Jane and Bonnie laughing and kidding them. They talked and drank and ate dinner and soon before they knew it three hours had passed. When they realized what time it was Bonnie said: "I think we better go. The place looks like they're closing up. "

It was a fun night and when they went outside, Jane told Bobby that Dhea was coming back with them part of the way. She would be riding in the cab too. They flagged down a cab but he wouldn't let anyone in the front seat, so the four of them had to sit in the back. 

It just so happen that Dhea got to sit on Bobby's lap. Bonnie got in the cab first, then Jane. Jane said that since Dhea was the lightest of the three ladies she should sit on Bobby's lap. Bobby got in the cab and Dhea sat on him. She faced away from the other women and her legs towards the street and over Bobby's legs. She held him around his neck with her arm and her face very close to his. Again he could smell her lovely perfume. Her lips were wet and shinned. Such a pretty face, Dhea looked so kissable 

As they rode Dhea talked with Bobby and kidded with them all saying: "I think Bobby has a roll of quarters in his pocket. Something keeps hitting my butt."

This made Bobby blush and Dhea kissed his cheek and patted his face. Then she wiped the lipstick off his cheek. As they road she talked more with Bobby and they got to know each other better. Dhea was great at holding a conversation with men she had a lot of training. As Dhea kept Bobby occupied, Bonnie moved forward and told the cab driver to ride around a while before going to her home. The fare would be higher and the tip bigger so he did what he was told to do.

Bobby was so fascinated with Dhea he didn't even notice where they were going and he really didn't care. His hand had moved to her knee now and she left it there. She moved closer to him pressing her tits against his chesty. She was now very close to his ear and began to whisper to him now. She told him about how sweet she felt he was and how much she liked him. She told him she hoped he liked her too. Bobby smiled and told her: "You are beautiful. Yes, I love being like this with you Dhea."

He slowly and very gently let his hand drop to her knee. Dhea didn't stop him. She left his hand there. He almost lovingly moved it around her knee and then up her leg a little higher. She smiled at him when he looked at her face. Up her leg more and more, very slowly and gently his hand worked as they talked as their mouths moved very close to each other. 

Dhea began to rub the back of his neck with her hand and then pulled him towards her. They kissed for the first time. Bobby moved his hand higher. When the kiss broke, she laid her head on his shoulder and whispered in his ear saying: "Your hand feels very nice Bobby. But, be careful; don't let your mother or Bonnie see what you are up to."

Bobby turned his head and smiled as he kissed Dhea again and moved his hand higher still. His hand and fingers were now under her skirt. He whispered: "Open your legs for me baby. Let me feel your body."

Dhea opened her legs a little and he immediately moved his hand up and then down between her legs. He stroked her thighs up her stockings. She smiled as he looked at her. "You feel wonderful Dhea. God you are so soft", he whispered in her ear. 

She kissed him again and slid her tongue in his mouth. Bobby loved how she looked. Dhea was so beautiful, so sexual and lovely. She looked so young and she felt so soft. Her hair was scented with her perfume. When Bobby used his other hand to touch her hair felt like silk. She kissed his neck as his hand went higher up her inner leg. She opened her thighs more now giving him room to explore. She licked his ear as she felt him touch the tops of her stockings. 

When Bobby touched her skin he stopped. He looked at her and she kissed him giving approval for him to go higher. He was sucking her tongue and thinking: "Jesus she has on thigh highs, not panty hose or stockings, but thigh highs! My God she is fucking unbelievably sexy."

He moved his hand higher and could now feel the heat coming off her pussy. Jane looked at Bonnie and they both smiled. Bonnie told the driver to head for her home now, and he did. 

Bobby was inches from touching Dhea's pussy. His hand moved slowly and he felt her smooth soft skin between the tops of her thigh high stockings and her pussy. He had never felt anything so soft. He ran his fingers down under her thighs and touched that part of a woman's body where the thigh meets the ass cheeks. Dhea opened her legs even wider for him.

He came back up and moved his hand to her panties. Silk or satin he wasn't sure but they were soft and small and the heat coming off of them was In-creditable. He moved his fingers along and worked her slit. There was wetness there and he stroked that part back and forth and up and down. Dhea held him tighter as she pushed her pussy against his fingers. He stroked her panties and rubbed her pussy as she started to rock her cunt against them. "Go under. Lift my panty leg and let me feel your fingers touch me directly Bobby", she whispered to him.

As Bobby began to lift her panties and move his hand directly over her burning hot wet cunt the driver pulled up in front of Bonnie's house. Bonnie said: "OK you two break it up."

The cab smelled like pussy and as Bonnie got out, she said to Jane: "Why don't we let Bobby take Chea home it's very late."

Jane said; "Yes Bobby I'd feel better if you went with her. Make sure she got home OK. Be a dear and go with her."

Bobby was still holding Dhea's panties open and his fingers were touching her wetness just next to her pussy lips. Dhea just turned towards the ladies and said: "I'd feel better if he did too."

She turned back towards Bobby and when she did his hand went under her panties and cupped her pussy. It was dripping and very hot. She smiled at him and said: "Well Bobby, want to take me home sweetie?"

Bobby just shook his head yes, and Bonnie gave the cabbie an extra $30.00 and told him where Chea lived.



Training Ch. 10



As the cab drove to Dhea's home, Bobby and Dhea kissed and shared tongues while he rubbed and played with her wet pussy just like Bonnie and his mom had taught him how to do it. Dhea's skirt was up very high. All of her shapely legs and thighs were now on display to the cab driver as well as Bobby. She didn't care, Bobby's hand just felt to good between hr legs. She left her legs open and Bobby's hand under the panty leg of her panties so he could touch her warm wetness directly. 

He was applying direct pressure to her cunt now and his middle finger began to enter her pussy hole as his thumb slowly stroked and rubbed her swollen clit. She held him and licked his neck and whispered things into his ear about how good his hand felt. Bobby told her: "I wish it was my tongue or my cock instead of my hand touching your Dhea. God you are so beautiful."

As to cab drove her home, she felt Bobby hard cock jumping and pushing up against her ass. She loved sitting on his lap, he felt very hard. She was just about ready to cum when the cab stopped and they were at her home. She didn't want to but she told Bobby to stop and he did. When she got out of the cab she held out her hand and offered it to Bobby saying: "Come inside for awhile with me."

Bobby jumped out of the cab and they walked arm in arm and hurried up the steps and into Dhea's home. Once inside the door, Dhea turned to him and kissed him hard. He had to bend down to kiss her she was so small. Yet, she was so hot. Her body merged into his and they melted together. He cupped her ass and she held him tight.

When they broke the embrace, Dhea walked to the sofa and the sat down. When Bobby sat next to her Dhea immediately moved and sat on his lap. She took his hand and guided it to her knees. She opened her legs and said; "You never finished Bobby. You need to finish me. Please!"

Again Bobby didn't have to be told twice. He moved his hand up her thigh towards her heat. She laid her head on his shoulder and told him: "Slowly baby, like in the cab. Do it slow, slow Bobby, really slow and make me cum."

Booby knew exactly what she wanted and he went to work. The training he had received from the two older women who were his lovers all summer had paid off. Dhea wanted him to masturbate her, she actually needed him to finish her off, make her cum. He loved the idea of doing this to her, she was an extremely beautiful hot Oriental lady. 

His hand felt magical to her as it moved slowly up her inner thigh higher and higher rubbing and stroking Dhea's leg. Bobby again felt the soft smoothness of her upper thigh above her thigh highs. Nothing felt softer than a woman's upper inner thigh right next to her pussy, nothing. 

He stroked his way past the thigh highs and up over the soft skin moving closer and closer with each second towards her cunt. Dhea moaned in his ear and locked her lips to his as his fingers finally touched her wet panties again.

She kisses and then licked his neck and opened her legs wider. "Go under them for me Bobby. Touch me directly", she hissed with passion. 

Her skirt was up above and around the tops of her panties now as his fingers went under her panty leg and touched her wet hot slit. As he looked down his touch was super soft and gentle and he moved his fingers so slowly, she loved it. She said to herself: "Bonnie has taught this guy very well, he will be a great lover for me."

Back and forth, up and down and around he touched her pussy slit probing and pushing and exploring it using his fingers and pushing into her hole just a little, He felt her pussy lips open like a flower to the sun as he used just his finger tips to touch her pink insides and rub along the walls of her wet slit. 

Then he felt her hot wet opening and again slowly, ever so slowly, Bobby pushed a finger about half way into her hole. He slowly began to move it in and out just a little maybe an inch or two. It was so good Dhea moaned in his mouth as they kissed. She lifted her hips up trying to get the finger deeper. But, Bobby held her with his other hand and kissed her again and again as he worked her cunt with his fingers making her want to scream! 

As he gently finger fucked her, she held him and pushed back against his hand fucking it slowly and easy. Bobby watched her hips moving and her body trying to get the finger deeper into her pussy tunnel. As he watched her body reacting to his touch he felt it was so fucking hot to see it too. There was no hurry or urgency on either one of their parts. 

Dhea held him knowing that soon she would climax and he would feel her pussy flood his finger and hand with her cum. She knew he loved this, Bonnie and Jane told her all about what he liked. She wanted him to see her and experience her orgasm like he had with his mother and Bonnie. She felt it was hot that he was watching her begin to cum.

He kissed her again as his fingers worked on her. He did have a wonderful touch and Dhea feel her body and her brain lifting higher and higher. "Oh yes, this is going to be a wonderful cum", she said to herself. 

As they broke the next kiss Bobby looked at her. Her face was flush and so very lovely. Her eyes glowed with her lust and her hair was so soft and long as it hung around her face. He loved everything about her. He smiled at her as he pushed his finger into her pussy hole deeper now. 

This time he tried with two fingers. It was hard to get the second finger inside her she was so tight. But, Bobby knew how to work it and he was gentle and his hand was wet from Chea's juices leaking out of her so he applied a little more pressure. And, ever so slowly her vagina opened more to accept it. 

Dhea moaned as she felt the second finger join his first one. He whispered in her ear: "Undo your blouse for me, show me your breasts Chea. Please baby, let me see your tits and nipples."

She love how he said please and while he continued to finger fuck her real slowly she reached around and slowly undid the buttons on her blouse. She smiled into his eyes as she undid each one. Teasing him she took her time and let him watch her blouse open and her tits show. When four buttons were undone she slowly opened the blouse exposing both of tits and her rock hard nipples which looked like they hurt they were so hard. "Do you like them Bobby", she said sexually?

Bobby was thinking the nipples looked like big pencil eraser. Her lovely round breasts were so firm and shapely and the nipples centered them were so dark and erotic. "God yes Dhea! They are perfect", he said as he looked and licked his lips.

They were nothing like Bonnie's or Jane's tits. These two women each had big breasts like 36C or D. Dhea had maybe 32B or 34b breasts but they were shaped perfect. He lifted her up a little still keeping his fingers in her cunt. As he did, Bobby put his mouth over a nipple and sucked! Dhea cried out with the pleasure his mouth gave her nipples. "Oh yes Bobby. Suck baby! Suck my tits", she said as she held him tightly against her tits pushing his face tighter against them.

Bobby continued to suck her nipples and finger fuck her pussy. His thumb was really getting to her now. Her clit felt huge and was throbbing as Bobby pinched it a little making her thrust and arch up. He knew she was very close to cumming. 

She moaned into Bobby's mouth now as they kissed again. Then Bobby went back suck the nipple and found her "G" spot with his fingers. That was it; Chea began to climax on Bobby's hand. "Oh yes Bobby, you're making me cum baby. Don't stop, keep touching me just like that", she begged in his ear.

Her small body started to shutter as it humped up and down now faster and faster. Bobby knew she was climaxing good for him. She squeezed her pussy around his fingers deep inside her cunt. 'Keep going Bobby, it feel so good", she told him.

She moaned loudly and closed her thighs around his hand tightly and continued to fuck his hand humping like a crazy woman. She held him tight with both arms and moaned and pushed and pushed and pushed against his fingers. All he could do was wiggle them inside her hot cunt but she loved it and as he made his fingers dance over and around her hole he stimulated her even more. "Oh fuck Bobby! Yes. YES! YES!!!" she moaned.

He watched her cum and cum and cum as he let her move her lower body on his hand to cum as long as she could do it. He sucked her tits and nipples, and he began biting the nipple and pulling on it gently with his teeth to help her feel even better. Her orgasm rocked her like hell. She came for a long, long time just rocking her wet hot pussy on his hand as he stroked her clit with his thumb and touched her "G" sot inside her pussy tunnel. 

Dhea held him and her body shook with pleasure as she rocked and melted against him. Bobby kept working just like he was taught. Dhea moved around now and straddled his hips with her knees. "Use both of your hands now Bobby. Touch my pussy, my ass, both of my holes, touch my body everywhere with both of your hands", she told him.

With his two fingers still up inside her hole she faced him now and with her legs spread wide she lowered her body squatting and in doing so Bobby's hand was able to cup her cunt and squeeze it as well as fuck her hole. His other hand ran around her hips and squeezed her ass. She loved it.

He worked her panties down her knees ripping them as he pulled on them. The sound of her panties ripping excited her. He used both hands now to play with and work on her cunt. One hand was playing with her cunt from the front and the other was rubbing up and around her thighs and ass hole and under her pussy and met his hand in the front. The feeling of his attack from the front and back was wonderful. "More Bobby, rub and finger me more", she demanded.

Dhea felt it coming and she screamed with joy as the second orgasm swept over body making her shiver and shake as it center in her clit. The second orgasm was even better than the first one. Both of Bobby's hands were touching her cunt and ass and everywhere between her legs. Inside her hole, along the lips and walls of her slit, her hard throbbing clit and the pink inside of her vagina were all stimulated as well as her thighs and ass hole and cheeks. It felt delicious.

Dhea could feel his one thumb on her clit while the other one was pressing against her ass hole. Bobby had two fingers in her cunt hole and the rest of his fingers played and slide all over and around her steaming wet pussy. She moaned again and again as she squeezed his hand again using her hand this time to hold it against her cunt. Then she went wild and started humping and humping and humping on it, fucking it hard and fast. 

Bobby watched her fucking his hand and his cock felt like it would explode. It had never been harder.

With her legs spread wide so she could straddle Bobby's legs, Dhea knelt there right in front of him and climaxed while he watched and felt her cum. Her blouse had opened all the way now and was falling off her shoulders. Her tits were on full display! With nipples looking so hard, like little rocks, so dark and long and thick that Bobby wanted to suck them so badly. "Bend down baby and let me suck those hard nipples", Bobby told her

Dhea's skirt was up around her stomach and her red panties had been pulled down to her knees ripped and hanging. Bobby could watch all of her body reacting to what he was doing to her. Her head thrown back, with her eyes closed and mouth open Dhea like a bitch in heat continued to rock and push against Bobby's hand and she was again cumming right in front of him. 

God, he loved seeing her body fucking uncontrollably. Dhea went off the third time and flooded his hand with her cum again. Bobby loved it, he absolutely loved to see a woman cum and Dhea had just done it three times.

Finally her pelvis and thighs relaxed and her body sunk against his. Dhea squatting a little more now as she moved her hand off of his hand. Bobby slowly pulled his hand out from between her wet open thighs. It was covered with her cum. She looked up at him and watched as Bobby licked and sucked each finger on his hand and then took her hand and removed her sweet juices with his tongue and mouth. He smiled down at her and asked; "Was it good? It looked good Dhea was it good for you baby?"

She moved up and kissed his lips softly. She laid her head on his shoulder and whispered in his ear: "Wonderful. You are fantastic. You made me feel so good Bobby and I came so hard, at least three times. I'm exhausted. I'm drained from just your hand. I can't wait to feel your mouth and cock. Your ladies have trained you well."

Bobby didn't know Dhea knew about Bonnie or his mom and what they had done with and to him all summer teaching and training him. He blushed. She kissed him again and he held her close to him feeling her heart beating fast and her pussy still slowly rubbing up and down against his thigh as she lay on him. He felt her relax, feeling safe and happy in his arms. 

Bobby used his cell phone and called his mother. She was in the middle of fucking Bonnie with a strap on. She didn't answer it then, but the message was: "It's me Bobby, Dhea has fallen asleep in my arms and I will be staying here tonight. You were right, she is beautiful."

As Dhea regained her breath and composure, she slowly and undid his slacks and took Bobby's cock in her small hand. Ever so gently she began to stroke it. As she used just her thumb and index fingers to circle his cock shaft, Dhea hardly touched the shaft. She applied only enough pressure to make him feel her loving and gentle touch. Dhea began to tease and please him. 

"Now don't touch it Bobby. Don't do anything, just lay back and enjoy this. Dhea will make you so hard and when you cum it will be the best orgasm you have ever had. If you touch it and cum to soon it won't be the same as if I make you cum. You are going to love this Bobby, I promise", she said.

Bobby promised he wouldn't touch it or do anything she didn't want him to do. She Dhea began by moving her hand up and down the full length of his shaft. Her small fingers could hardly get around the thick hard cock shaft. She was still straddling his legs and as she sat on him he could see her wet pussy and her breasts with those very hard nipples.

Dhea's fingers didn't try to grip his cock tight; the two fingers just circled the shaft and gently pumped it up and down as lightly as she could do it. Up and down, she worked them feeling Bob by trying to fuck her hand. 

Up and down she touched and rubbed his entire cock shaft but there wasn't much pressure on it.

Up and down her hand moved as she smiled at Bobby when he looked at her face instead of her body.

Up and down her fingers seemed to glide over the shaft rather than hold it. The feeling was building in Bobby's body and he felt his balls tightening.

Up and down Dhea's movements were with the softness of her sexual skills from the schooling, background and teaching she had received from the men in her life. 

She released his cock for a moment and Bobby's cock was standing straight up in the air now without any help from her hand or fingers to hold it that way. He was so hard, as hard as he had ever felt it. She made him undress and then sit back down. She loved how his body looked, young and strong and such a nice cock and set of balls.

Dhea moved her fingers back around the shaft and started again moving them up and down. Again, she was just barely contacting it but enough to make him moan and push up trying to fuck it again. It was beautiful yet madding for him. 

Up and down from the base of the shaft to the tip of the thick head she used her fingers the same way to just lightly glide over the shaft. Up and down she worked the entire shaft with her fingers. It felt amazing to Bobby yet he wanted and needed more stimulation in order to cum. 

He tried very hard to fuck her fingers but she wasn't gripping his cock tight enough to make more contact. "Oh God please Dhea, grip it harder. Make me cum I'm in pain", he moaned.

She smiled and told him it would be great when he finally got to cum but she didn't increase the pressure or speed of her fingers. Another minute, then two and Bobby almost screamed when she touched his cock head with the nails on the other hand. 

He was in great need to cum, and she had to tell him again not to touch her hands or his cock. He was almost ready to do it when she spoke. It was like she knew he was going to try. So Bobby didn't try to take her hand or grab his cock with his own he just let her work on him driving him more and more crazy with lust. 

Up and down again and again just barely touching it Dhea made him moan and push up trying to fuck her hand faster and faster now. She was really getting to him! No one had ever done this to him before. The women had taught him how to hold back and not cum. But, now he wanted to cum, needed to cum, and couldn't. Dhea knew how to prolong it and she was doing a great job.

Her touch was so soft and gentle Bobby was almost screaming for more stimulation to make him cum. Then he started begging again. She didn't give it to him. It was almost painful now, yet it felt wonderful at the same time. His thrusts were harder and more powerful. Dhea knew he was building towards a great cum.

Teasing him she worked on his cock with her two fingers using the same method for a long time. Bobby could see his cock and it looked so red and mad and it was so hard. He could feel it throbbing and pulsing with the beat of his heart. "Oh God Dhea!! Please! Please! Please let me cum. Squeeze it baby! Make me cum", he begged to her.

She didn't do anything differently. She worked him perfectly, so well trained, she knew exactly how and what to do to him and when to do it that his cock felt like it would burst it was so hard. The stimulation feel good, painful but yet so very, very sexual. Dhea loved the feeling of it in her hand and how it jumped and moved with his desire.

Bobby felt his cock head was about to erupt, explode; it was so hard and throbbing. His balls were so tight they ached and the cum build up made him thrust up each time Chea's hand went down his shaft. She didn't grip it enough to make him cum yet but his movements made her giggle a little. He was so worked up.

He begged and then yelled and then demanded and still Chea didn't break the process. Her motions never changed, they just made him feel more and more wonderful sexual pressure. She had to tell him again not to touch her hand or his cock as he reached for it. He stopped.

He laid his head back against the sofa now and watched as she added her other hand and used two fingers on that hand to pump them both up and down his hard throbbing cock. She smiled as she felt it jump and rise up in her hands each time she reached the cock head. As her fingers touched the top of his cock she used her finger nails to scratch over the swollen sensitive head and around the underside of the head. She rubbed that little indention under the mushroom head which is the most sensitive part of a man's cock. Bobby cried out with the touch!

Bobby swollen crown was as thick as it got, as hard as it got, and his shaft was as long as it got. She never stopped moving one hand or the other. Slow even strokes, up and down, up and down, just touching the skin with enough pressure to stimulate him into a need to cum like he had never experienced before but not enough to actually make him shoot. He was almost mad with need and a desire to cum.

Dhea knew this; she could feel it throbbing in her hand. She never moved faster or gripped his cock harder even when he begged her. She told him: "Don't you touch it Bobby. I promise you that you'll cum so hard you'll love it when you finally do it. You will cum like a fountain when you finally do cum. Just lay back and watch and enjoy it baby. You'll learn that Dhea knows how to make her man so hard and so much in lust."




Training Ch. 10



Bobby laid his head back on the sofa and watched as Dhea worked on him. Her hands and fingers were driving him wild. She continued to pump and stork him and never increased the pressure. She could feel the pressure in his cock shaft as it throbbed and jumped with excitement and need.

She saw his balls, so tight they didn't look like a man's balls. There was no sag what so ever. In fact they looked like part of his shaft they were so tight now. She smiled as she used her other hand to cup them and gently roll them around. They were so heavy and full of cum she knew he was close.

Dhea gave him some mercy now and changed her fingers around moving them up tight under the cock head. His crown stood out so hard and it had a lovely mushroom type shape to it. She wanted to bend down and suck the head but, she knew if her lips touched his hot hard cock he would explode. So she didn't suck it. She just started to pump her fingers about an inch up and down. But she did it fast and harder. It was time.

There was so much pre-cum leaking out the hole in the cock head now that it actually dripped and then ran down over her fingers and his shaft. She used it as a lubricant to increase the glide and slipperiness of her fingers around his dick head.

She used her two fingers now to stroke him up and down just under the head. Bobby moaned and closed his eyes. A little faster and a little harder now Dhea pumped him. Her hand moved under his balls and held and cupped them. She loved to feel the nuts move as they released his cum and that would be very soon.

Her thumb and index finger gripped his cock shaft a little tighter and she pumped them faster now. Bobby arched his back, and she pumped his shaft faster still.

He lifted his ass up off the sofa and her fingers were flying up and down now only moving an inch just under the head. His head was back on the top of the sofa and his eyes were closed and mouth open. 

As fast as she could now, Dhea felt it before she saw it. His balls tighten even more and then ropes of cum began to shoot out of Bobby's cock flying across the distance between him and her. The first shot landed on her chin, the second and third and fourth shots hit her breasts coating and covering her left tit. More and more cum shot out his cock hitting her right tit and belly. More cum flew over her thighs still straddling his legs. The rest of his cum hit Bobby's legs and ran over his balls. Then the remaining amount ran out the hole and coated his shaft and her hand. It was a huge amount of it. She smiled knowing she had down a good job and that Bobby had a marvelous orgasm.

So much cum was covering her tit and chest that she took her finger and scooped a large drop of cum off the end of her nipple. It was hanging down about an inch when she took it. She put it to her nose first and smelled it. Then she put it in her mouth and tasted it. She sucked her finger clean. It was sweet just like she knew it would be.

She held Bobby's cock in her hand and slowly stroked it now with her entire hand. She squeezed it and milked the remaining few drops out of the head and shaft. She did that until it had completely deflated. When it was soft she looked at Bobby and saw him looking at her. There was a small satisfying smile on his face and he looked dead tired.

He smiled at her more and watched as she took more of his cum off her body and licked her fingers clean again and again. Then she slid up his body and moved closed to him. She held her tit and offered him a dark nipple. She moved it up to his mouth. His cum was all over it and a drop was hanging off her nipple again like before. 

He just looked at it. She told him again: "Suck it Bobby. Taste your own cum for me. Share it with me."

He stuck out his tongue and licked her nipple, taking the drop hanging there. "Suck my tit I said! Lick my nipple and eat your cum", she directed him this time pushing a tit into his face and mouth!

Bobby started to suck and lick her nipple and around it. "Yes baby! That's it, Suck it Bobby, suck it and taste your cum for me. Taste your cum, it's delicious Bobby! Eat it! Clean my tits for me", this time she demanded it from him.

Bobby did what he was told. Then she told him to raise the foot rest on the sofa and Bobby's legs were lifted off the floor. She smiled as she laid back and showed him her pussy again. She was lying back with her legs on each side of his body, knees bent and open and her head lying on his feet. Her body lay over his legs and her ass was on his thighs. Her cunt was right there in front of him. Legs wide open; she laid there for his viewing and sexual pleasure.

Bobby looked down at her wet shinning pussy slit. "Touch it", she said to him, "look at it, explore it, examine it, play with it, it's yours do whatever you want to it Bobby."

Bobby looked down at her beautiful body and used his fingers to spread her wet lips and to see her open hole. It looked so small and he found out it was tight as he pushed his middle finger into it. He saw his finger disappear as it went in all the way. Into her hole he moved it around and back out. He began to finger fuck her now moving it in and out and especially watching her cunt hole open and close. After a while of playing with her body he said: "I want to fuck you." His voice was husky and dry. 

She sat up and took his hand. Both of them got up and walked towards the bedroom. Bobby's young cock was growing with each step they took. 

Then Bobby lifted Dhea up in his arms and carried her the rest of the way to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed and slowly undressed her. Her skirt was all that was left on her body except for her thigh highs and ripped panties. 

Dhea just laid there and let him take it off. She saw him looking at her and she knew he loved what he was seeing. She was glad he did because he had made her feel so good with just his hand and fingers. She had meant it when she told Bobby she couldn't wait to feel his mouth and cock on and in her pussy.

Bobby loved taking off her skirt and exposing her body completely. He left the panties hanging around her knee at first and just looked down at her very sexy body and those thigh highs. He could see the huge wet sport in the center of her pussy between her thighs. Her pussy hair, what there was of it, was completely wet and coated her thighs.

Bobby loved how her breasts looked, those hard nipples pointing up at him as they filled with each breath she took. The nipples looked so dark, so hard, and so long and so damn thick. He knew he would love playing with them over and over again. He was sure too that Dhea would be joining the group, after all both women loved her too. 

She was so beautiful laying there that he bent down and licked a nipple and then covered it with his mouth and sucked. Chea moaned and then sighed. She took her arm and softly held his head against her breast as she pushed more of her tit into his wet warm mouth. He licked and sucked and kissed them all over for a few minutes. But when he looked at her face she had her eyes closed and was lying very still.

Bobby wanted to see her pussy completely and up close now. He had felt it, and played with it and made it cum and now he needed to see it up close and personal. So Bobby slowly slid down her sexy firm thighs. Slow he moved closer tom her cunt. "God she was soaked! She sure does cum a lot", he said to no one.

Dhea's smiled as Bobby looked at her wet outer lips, which were still open, and showing under the hair that she kept closely trimmed. It was a huge turn on for him to see it like that, wet and opened with just the smallest amount of pussy hair around it. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Such a small body that was built to perfection and with a face that would make any man want to be with her, Dhea was special and Bobby wanted her badly. 

He opened her legs a little more and bent them at the knees. Laying them back and open now he spread her wider for his pleasure and hers. He moved his face down next to her heat and then inhaled her mushy sent. Yes, she had cum so much and her pussy scent filled the room and his lungs as he moved even closer to it. 

He knew she was tired and maybe half asleep but he had to do it! Bobby had to taste her. He had to lick her pussy. He moved in until she felt his breath on her wetness and then she felt him lick up and down her pussy once, twice, three times. He used his hands and pushed against her inner thighs spreading them even wider. 

As he used his fingers to open her cunt lips more Bobby smiled as he saw her sexual heaven so clearly and so open for the first time up close. He started to suck her clit as he moved his fingers to her hole again. It was only minutes before he heard Dhea moan and then cry out as she elevated her ass up off the bed and began to hump and fuck his face. He loved it when his mouth was covered with her cum and his tongue was deep inside her hole along with his fingers. 

He licked and sucked and fingered her cunt making Dhea cry out again and again and again with pleasure. She had no idea how many times Bobby made her cum but all she did was hold his head and press his face against her cunt as she came hard. 

Finally she couldn't take any more and pulled him up and out from between her thighs. She pulled him up to her and rolled them both to the side as she kissed him again and again and again. 

Dhea held him and kissed his neck and chest as she pressed her body to his. "Oh Baby let me rest a few minutes and then I'm going to make you feel good. God your tongue is amazing Bobby."



Training Ch. 12



When the two lovers woke they needed showers. So together they walked hand and hand into the bathroom and started the shower. Bobby loved how her brown body moved as she walked with him. She was so small and so well built and her face was perfect. While waiting for the water to warm they kissed and touched each other. Their sexual hunger was still there even after a long night full of sex.

Once in the shower they washed each other's body. Dhea told Bobby to sit on the seat in the shower and she lifted her leg putting her foot on the seat next to him. He saw her pussy and the inside of her smooth athletic thigh and used his hands to run then up both sides of her leg. They felt so muscularity yet he knew she was so feminine. 

Bobby washed then slowly and gently and made love to her upper thigh and that very soft place right next to her pussy! Then he washed and cleaned her pussy watching it and her tits as she washed her top. She could see his hard-on sticking up in the air between his legs. Bobby always seemed to be hard or got hard in minutes of cumming, Dhea loved that he could recover so quickly.

Once he washed her one leg, Dhea switch legs and Bobby started all over again. When he was done Dhea she sat on the seat as she took Bobby's cock in her little hands and washed it as she stroked it. Then she washed off the soap and with her warm wet mouth she sucked him as he stood in front of her.

She took her time sucked him as she played with the shaft and his balls. Seconds before he was about to shoot his cum in her mouth Dhea took his cock out of her mouth and stood up. They dried each other and left the bathroom.

Back in bed they fucked with her under him. A couple of pillows under her ass so she could lift her pelvis up higher and Bobby implanted his hard cock deep inside her pussy. Again fucking her with raw lust and sexual feelings he never knew before Dhea urged him on with her words and body movement. She wanted him to fill her with his cum again! 

It didn't take long before he shot another full load of his rich thick cum deep inside her. When they had recovered she told him to go shower alone this time or he would never get home. Bobby left her side and while he showered Dhea lay with her legs and pelvis up in the air and her pussy lifted higher to keep his cum inside her cunt.

Dhea smiled thinking of what she was doing. She cold almost feel the millions of sperm swimming around in her womb looking for her egg. She smiled again at the idea of millions of sperm trying to break into her egg and giving her what she wanted from Bobby.

She didn't bother to shower again but got into the car with her pussy full of Bobby's cum. Her panties were wet as if she had peed in them when she dropped Bobby off at his house that morning. Once he Ws inside Dhea continued to drive to Bonnie's home. She needed to discuss their plans for Bobby going forward with the three women.

The other two ladies all knew Bobby's mom would want him home a great deal to stay with her, at least to start with. After all it had been years for her since her husband have been gone and she needed sex badly. Bobby was the man of the house now and in fact that was the plan all summer. Her best friend Bonnie was good at training him all summer to make him a great lover for both women.

Bonnie had in fact had Bobby all summer and she had made Bobby a very good person for them both to have sex with going forward. Each lady would have him for a few days at a time and then turn him over to the other one. Bobby would stay at home for a couple weeks to satisfy Jane and then he would begin to have sex with Bonnie again. In some cases there would be three-ways and sometimes Bonnie and Jane would be alone while Bobby was in school.

The two ladies had been lovers for two years now and each enjoyed the other with their mouths and toys. But now Jane wanted a man, a real man to fuck her and so they had worked out this plan to make Bobby that man. They had done well with him and used Dhea as a test lady and she told them he was wonderful and his cock was hard and young and could be a great tool of satisfaction for them. 

Then Dhea decided that she too wanted a piece of Bobby. She decided that she was to have Bobby more than just that one time. The sex was just too good and she demanded that she too be added to the little group if Bobby wanted her. The two ladies agreed and so Bobby was seduced by Dhea the other night and she knew he now wanted more of her too.

Dhea made sure he did by making love and giving him the best sex his young life had ever experienced. She had him all night and had made him cum four times and each time was better than the last. But this morning was the best yet and they both told each other they wanted to continue this affair. She was sure if asked by either woman Bobby would say he wanted her to fuck again.

As for Dhea, she wanted to continue her affair with her young lover for her own reasons. She actually wanted Bobby to knock her up and give her a baby. Then she would pressure him, his mother and Bonnie to help her stay in this country. She was sure that the baby would be the deal maker. She wanted him to cum in her as often as she could get it done and was almost sure last night would be enough to breed her and have his cum merge with her seed. After all he was young and very healthy and he had shot deep into her hole many times with a huge amount of cum.

Dhea knew that the other ladies would have their periods and at least one week out of the month one of them would be sort of out of commission. She also knew that she was younger and better looking and had a body tat was more athletic and younger than the other two. Bobby would want her more than the two ladies and he could help her get in the group without disrupting the sex for Bonnie or Jane. 

Dhea knew Bobby felt that she was much hotter and sexier than the other two women. And, last night she knew Bobby had never had better sex. Dhea had a very talented pussy and Bobby loved how she squeezed his cock and rotated her hips and ass. If push came to shove she felt Bobby would take her and leave the other two older ladies if they didn't agree to add her to their little group. So things had to be worked out for all of them and of course Bobby would have to agree. She would start the process with Bonnie today.

When Bobby opened the front door he heard his mother yell: "I'm upstairs Bobby. Please come up here and help me."

Jane was drying off her very lovely body after bathing and cleaned it completely for her son's return. She was a very sexy lady with nice large breasts and a body to go with them. They were much bigger than Dhea's breasts yet didn't sag much at all. When they hung down over his face they looked like small bombs with nipples that looked like firing pins they were red and hard and thick and long. Bobby loved to suck them when she rode his cock and bent down pushing one in his mouth. They were ever young man's dream to play with, nurse on and hold in their hands. 

Her entire body looked like a young woman's body, and no one would ever guess she was in her 30s. Jane was much taller than Dhea with long smooth legs that could wrap around your head or body and hold you as you licked her or fucked her. Standing in only a towel wrapped around her and tucked in at the top between her full breasts, Jane waited at the top of the stairs for her son.

As Bobby looked up he saw his mother standing there in that while towel, her long legs showing under it and the full image of her vagina was showing just under the bottom of the towel. She stood with her legs separated enough so that Bobby was looking up directly under the towel at her ass cheeks and her vagina slit. He took the steps two at a time.

When he reached the top step his mother opened her arms and he merged between them holding her tight and kissing her lips hard. Jane wrapped her arms around her son hoping to feel his cock rising against her. Bobby didn't disappoint her. She held the kiss and pushed hard against his body. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and Bobby sucked it happily as his hands went to the bottom of the towel and cupped her nude ass cheeks. Jane moaned in his mouth as he pulled her even harder against him.

When they separated he could see her large breasts rising and falling under the towel with each breath she took. Jane was already very excited and pressed her lower body against the hard lump in Bobby's pants. Her full breasts pushed up and budged over the towel. He smiled looking at her face and then down at the large globes. He knew she wanted him badly. "God I missed you these past two days Bobby", she told him.

He smiled and took her hand. They walked into her bedroom and he pulled her to him again and kissed her. This time she felt his hardness against her thigh as she pressed her body into him. When they separated he said: "I missed you too mom. What did you want me to help you with?"

She smiled and said: "Oh sure you did. I think all you wanted was Dhea and her soft young body. But it's nice of you to say so anyway. So she was good with you was she?"

Bobby smiled and said:" Well I did think of you many times as Dhea and I had sex. She is very good at it."

Jane looked down at Bobby crotch and saw his hard lump pressing against his shirts. She said: "Well I'm glad your home and I see you are happy to see me."

I wanted you to help me with this", she said.

With that she reached for the top of the towel and opened it. When the towel hit the floor, she stood there and waited as Bobby took in her great body. "I want you to fix this for me, I need some young hard male help right here."

She pointed at her pussy and said: "See anything you like here Bobby? Can you help me?"

Bobby started to move towards her his hands already raised up to grab her big tits. Jane put up her hand and said: "No baby! Not before you undress for me. I like to see your body just as much as you like looking at me. Here let me help you baby."

She reached for his jean shorts and as she undid them Bobby pulled his tee shirt over his head. His shorts and tee hit the floor together. Then he stepped out of then and Jane stepped back as the back of her knees touched the bed. She stood there and took in his young handsome body. She saw his hard thick cock standing straight out in front of him. "Well I see Dhea didn't drain you completely. Come to me and tell me all about what happened as we make love", Jane told her son as they stood in front of her king size bed. 

Her soft hands wrapped around Bobby's hard shaft and she gently stroked it back and forth. She kissed him as he held her body and enjoyed her touch. After a few minutes of kissing and sucking tongue she looked into her son's eyes and said: "I want to show you something."

She sat down on the bed with her ass right at the edge. Then Jane lay back on her elbows and smiled at her son who just stood there looking at her tits and pussy. Jane was planning this for his return and she did something so sexual, so raw and whorish that Bobby's cock jumped and bobbed up and down as he watched her. 

She placed her feet on the edge of the bed too one next to each side of her hips and slowly opened her knees wide showing him her wet snatch. She almost laughed when her son licked his lips and just looked at her open pussy, wet and shinning up at him. She said: "See anything you like baby? Oh Bobby I need your tongue so bad baby, come and lick mommy."

Bobby dropped to his knees and buried his face into his mother cunt. His tongue flicked out and he licked and licked and licked her clean shaved pussy. All the pussy hair Jane had was now gone except at the top of her mound. Her pussy was as clean as a baby's and her cunt lips were wide open and showing her need.

"Oh yes baby! Lick, lick Bobby. Lick mommy's pussy for her. She has missed you so much! Eat me Bobby make me cum", she moaned as his mouth worked on her sucking and making love to he cunt.

Her large breasts heaved and she made soft sighs as Bobby moved her up on the bed and knelt between her wide open thighs. His mouth never left her hole as he flicked his tongue over and around and in her hot cunt. She laid back now and held his head stroking his hair and face telling him how good he was making her feel.

Using his fingers and mouth Bobby worked on her making her arch up and hump and cry out over and over again as his tongue working and out of her hot hole. Bobby now was very good at eating pussy. Between Bonnie teaching him everyday over the summer and not letting him out from between her legs until he gave her an orgasm, and Dhea teaching him more as they made love over and over again, Bobby knew what to do to make a woman cum again and again.

When Jane's orgasm hit her it took her breath away. Her body arched and her cries were loud and animalistic, Bobby slid his hands under her ass and lifted making his mouth clamp over her slit and he licked and fucked her hole with his tongue. Again and again, and again Bobby heard her cry out as climax after climax swept over his mother's body! It was so good Jane was drifting in and out of a dream world. Then when she felt his mouth come off her wet cum covered hole she watched as he moved up and placed his cock head at the opening of her sex.

Jane spread her arms and legs as Bobby knelt there looking down at her body. He just knelt there for a moment and looked at his mother's nude body. Jane was very lovely and built like a playboy model. While she was older than Dhea she still had a body that any man would crave and want to touch and kiss and fuck. 

Bobby loved her large breasts and her smooth long legs, and her pussy which was shining up at him from her excitement and the wetness that was being made from her need would let Bobby push into her deep right away! "Fuck me Bobby. Make love to me Bobby. Give me your cock baby mommy needs it so badly right now", she almost begged him.

Bobby moved slowly, his hard young cock moving with him sort of swinging back and forth from side to side as she watched it. She reached for it and grabbed it gently as his lips came down on her lips and his hands went to her tits.

Bobby moved his hand cupping one tit and squeezing it feeling her fullness. He needed two hands for one of his mother's tits. They were large and full and as he squeezed the tit with both hands her nipple was pushed up high and stood out long and hard. Bobby lowered his lips and covered the red hard nipple and began to suck, "Oh yes baby! Mommy has missed that. Suck Bobby, suck my nipples and fuck my pussy. Feel how wet and hot I am for you Bobby. Already I'm dripping and wet baby!"

Bobby's one hand stayed on her tit while the other moved between their bodies and touched her pussy. She was soaking wet and he could feel her heat coming off her opening. She moaned as his lips pulled on her nipple and his hand rubbed her cunt. "Oh yes baby! Yes that's it, touch me suck my tits make me cum!" she hissed at him as she held his head and moved his mouth from one tit to the other.

Bobby's hand was wet covered with her pussy juices. He was wise enough to know his mother was ready now and need his cock. He moved his head up a little more next to her ear as his fingers rubbed and fingered her hole. "Want me to fuck you mom? Tell me. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need mom. Tell me to fuck your hot cunt. Tell me."

"Oh God Bobby", she moaned as he shoved two fingers into her cunt hole.

He finger fucked her fast and hard as he kissed her lips and used his tongue to fuck her mouth. He kept saying: "Tell me what you want Jane. Talk to me mom. Tell me. Do you want me to fuck you with my hard cock? Then tell me."

A sort of moan and grunt combined came from deep in Jane's throat as she finally got the words out, saying: "Yes God yes Bobby fuck me! Fuck your mother and make her cum! Fuck me with that big hard cock and fill me with your sweet young cum. Yes Bobby. Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me!"

She almost screamed the last part out as Bobby moved over her until his cock was touching her wet pussy hole. Jane bent her legs and let her knees fall to each side spreading herself for her son. "Hurry baby! Hurry Bobby. Fill me I need you so badly baby!" Jane whispered as she held him with one hand and used the other to help guide his cock into her hole.

With his cock head against her hot opening Bobby pushed and her cunt swollen his cock head. She arched her back and lifted her legs to accommodate his thickness. "OH GOD YES Bobby! Fuck me! It feels so good baby, hurry push all of it into me. I want every inch of you inside me", Jane told him.

Bobby lifted up a little and pushed twice more and he was fully embedded. He lifted her legs and began to pump into his mother fucking her hard and fast. All he could hear was his mother moans and sighs as he pushed and pulled moving his cock in and out of her tunnel.

She closed her eyes and lifted her ass and tried to fuck him back, but her legs were over her head and her knees pressed into her large tits. Bobby was doing push ups on top of her thrusting in and out of her cunt. Again and again and again he shoved his cock deep into his mother's pussy, the head rubbing against the tunnel walls and giving her exactly what she needed.

"Oh yes baby fuck me, never stop fucking me. Your cock feels so good. Harder now! Fuck me hard don't be afraid of hurting me. Ram that big young cock into your mother's hungry cunt. Give her the fucking of her life", she hissed at him.

He looked down and saw the lust in her eyes, the smile on her face and he knew she really wanted him to fuck her hard. Bobby rammed his cock into his mother's hole as fast and hard as he was able to do. The image of his body moving up and down was like a drill looking for oil. Over and over again Bobby used his mother's body to make his cock feel good.

Jane yelled and begged and pleaded for him to fill her cunt with his cum. "Do it baby! Fill me with your hot cum. Fill mommy's cunt to over flow", she said.

Bobby worked hard fucking her as fast as he could. His cock was like a machine in and out in and out ramming her hole like a piston. Again and again he watched her face and saw the pleasure he was giving her. Again and again he saw her close her eyes and smile as a wave of passion swept over her. The he felt her release a large load of juice and her body twitched and shuttered and he knew she was cumming. He plowed harder still ramming her cunt now so fast it was a blur.

He released her legs and she immediately wrapped them around his body and pushed and pulled him down on top of her. She cried out as the second orgasm covered her like a blanket centering in her cunt. Her clit tingled and felt like it would explode. Bobby pushed one last time as he felt his mother pussy grip his shaft and hold him as she grabbed his face and kissed him hard and long.

As Bobby felt her body reacting to her climax he felt her pussy grip his cock like Dhea's body had done. She milked it and squeezed it and Bobby couldn't hold back any longer.

He felt like his cock was going to explode. The cum build up was so powerful he was sure he was cumming in her belly. He was fully embedded and he was being held and his cock shot load after load of his thick white cum into his mother's pussy. "Oh God Bobby, Yes, yes, yes, yes", Jane said with each shot of cum she felt pumping into her hole.

"Yes baby! That's it cum in me. Give me it all Bobby. Let me feel it baby! Shot it deep" she screamed at him as she held him with her arms, legs and cunt. 

Bobby felt like he was draining all the fluid out of his body and shooting it out the hole in his cock head. He was sure he was going to die he was cumming so hard and so much. But finally it slowed and then it just sort of dripped out the head and into his mother pussy. "Oh baby! That was so good", she whispered in his ear as she held him tight.




Training Ch. 12



Bobby let his body fall on top of her and she stroked his back and neck and head kissing him wherever she could reach. Her kips kissed and kissed him as she held him and told him over and over again how wonderful he had made her feel.

When Bobby looked down at her he could see the true love in her eyes. She smiled up at him and asked: "Was it as good for you bay? I hope so; I tried so hard to give you a good cum. How was it baby?"

Bobby could hardly talk but managed to say: "It was unbelievable Mom. You gave me everything I ever wanted. Your body is so good and you fucked me amazingly!"

Jane kissed her son one last time and they rolled over facing each other. Her breasts pressed against his chest. He could feel her hard nipples. He looked down and saw those beauties and he reached for them. Cupping each one in his hands them over flowed, but the nipple was now pressed against his palm. She used her hand to move the hair out of his face and said: "You love my bit tits don't you sweetie."

Bobby looked up at her and told her: "God yes. I love everything about them. I love to touch them like this and I love to kiss them like this."

His mouth moved her nipple. "Yes, baby that's it suck them. Enjoy them Bobby. Make love to them with your mouth and hands", she whispered as she held his face against her tits with his mouth sucking the nipple.

Bobby loved this so much his cock began to grow a little. Jane could feel it against her belly moving and she knew he was getting hard again. She smiled and was so happy he could recover so quickly. If the truth be known she would fuck him all day and night until she just could do it any longer. She moved her hand down and covered the wet cum covered shaft.

She laid there letting him enjoy her tits as she slowly stroked his cock. It was slow and very soft and yes it was growing again.

She looked at him nursing on her breast and said: Would you like to fuck my tits Bobby. Fuck them and cum all over them for me, show me how much you can cum again?"

Bobby took his moth off her nipple and said: "GOD! YES Mom!! Can we do that?"

Jane smiled and rolled over on her back. "Straddle me arms Bobby and put your cock right here."

Se pointed at the space between her large breasts as she pushed them together. Bobby did as she told him and soon he was pushing and sliding his hard cock between her tits as she pressed them together.

Each time he pushed into them the head of his young cock came out the top and she could see the head and the hole. She wanted him to cum all over her. So she told him: "Do it faster baby! And let me press them tighter. Here help me."

She took his hands and put them next to her tits and then placed her hands over his and the both pressed her breasts together. The friction was magnificent for Bobby. He humped and humped her tits as they pushed. Soon his cock head was red and throbbing and she encouraged him by saying: "Cum for me Bobby. Let me see your cock cum up close. Let me see the cum shoot baby! Cover my tits and face with your cum!"

Bobby moaned from her words and the sight of her bog tits with his cock between them. He moved faster and faster and faster as he felt the need building hard. 

Again she smiled and opened her mouth as his cock head came close to her tongue. She could just touch the tip as he pushed hard. Bobby moaned and arched his back shoving his body forward and the head of his cock moved out from between her tots and her tongue licked the head as he began to cum "OH JESUS! he cried out as he exploded again this time all over his mother chin and face. 

She let go of her tits and she took hold of his cock and directed it to spew his seed all over her tits. The cum covered her breasts and chin and she licked what she could with her tongue.

When he had finished she pulled him up and took his cock and sucked the head. Then she started to clean it and bath it with her mouth and tongue. Bobby sat on her tits and watched his mother suck his softening cock. When he was completely deflated she let it go and he rolled over and took his finger and wiped some of the large drops of cum up and offered it to Jane. His mother opened her mouth and took his fingers and sucked them clean. "You taste wonderful baby, I love your cum", she told her son.

They laid like that for a while and fell asleep in each other's arms. Very happy and extremely satisfied Jane watched her son sleep as she held him. She knew soon she would have to share him with both Bonnie and Dhea. But, for the next couple days he was all hers and she plan to have him service her often and enjoy his body and his cock. 

As she lay there she could feel the cum in her pussy still slowly leaking out of it. She knew there would much, much more cum inside her over the next few days. Bonnie promised she wouldn't disturb her best friend while she was with her son making love for a while.



Training Ch. 13



For four days and nights Bobby and his mother fucked and sucked each other whenever and wherever they felt it. Bobby took Jane each morning before he went to school sometimes in her bed (their bed now) and sometimes on a chair in the kitchen or on the breakfast table while he fed her breakfast. 

Slowly moving in and out of her pussy, Jane laid on her back on the kitchen table as Bobby fed her mouth eggs and her pussy his hard cock. Her tits would always move up and down faster and faster as Bobby drove his cock into her hole at the same speed. She loved to be fucked first thing in the morning and he gladly gave her his cum. 

They decided that they would fuck each other in every room of the house. So starting in the living room he made her sit in the big stuffed chair and put one of her legs over each arm of the chair. Bobby then knelt in front of her and bathed her pussy with his tongue, licking it and her ass and inner thighs before sucking her clit and fingering both holes. 

Jane had never been this slutty before and it thrilled her and excited her. Knowing it was her beautiful son doing this made her screamed with the orgasms as Bobby worked on her pussy to please her. Jane loved this oral pleasure in the chair more than any other place. It was because her legs were so open and she was so exposed to him that it excited her knowing it was so erotic and so sinful showing her son this crude wide open view of her body. Yet, she laid back and let him see and do whatever he liked and she loved it.

But Jane needed his cock so badly now she was hooked on it. Bobby told her she looked great and very beautiful with her legs wide open and her cunt wet and exposed tom him. He lowered his mouth over her cunt and began to please her. Jane would moan as she felt his lips and tongue lick and suck her hole. She held her legs as wide open as she could get them so Bobby had full access to her cunt. When it was over she was covered with her juices, so was Bobby's face. He loved tasting her cum and never wiped it off his chin or mouth.

Then after she recovered Jane would do the same to her son. She had him sit in the chair and put his legs over the arms just like she had done for him. With his big hard cock sticking straight up in the air, Jane would kneel and worship her son's hard dick sucking and licking him until he exploded. He always had so much cum that Jane had trouble drinking it all but she tied because she knew Bobby loved to watch her sucking and eating his seed.

Other times he bent his mother over the arm of the chair in the living room and he fucked her hard taking her from behind and driving his young throbbing cock into her cunt and filling it with his cum. Other times they would fuck on the rug, or sofa, but they fucked in that room often after she spread herself in that chair. It always made Bobby so hard to see her like that right in front of the TV.

In the dinning room the sexual deeds were done on top of the table usually on top of a silky table cloth. As he fucked her she slid all over the table but never lost his hard cock. Actually it was fun having him walk her around the table fucking her while she lay on her back. 

Other times they used one of the dinning room chairs to fuck. He would sit on it and she would face him and lower her cunt down over his hard cock and then they would fuck as they kissed and hugged and he sucked her ample breasts. Bobby loved how his mom always bent her back in order to lift her tits up towards his face. His mouth would cover the nipple as he cupped each one and drove his cock deep into her hole. It felt and looked glorious to him and her.

They fucked in each of the three bed room using all the bed. They tried each bed and used many positions before Bobby filled her cunt again. She loved it when Bobby had her ride him facing a mirror so she could watch her body ride his young hard cock. Bobby liked it that way too because he could see his dick going in and out of his mother's cunt from behind. He would use his hands and fingers to lift her ass and spread it wide so he could see his cock moving in and out of her pussy.

Bobby would always taste her pussy before fucking Jane. She loved his mouth almost as much as she loved his cock. Then one day she got him to cleaning her after they had fucked and he had cum in her pussy. She was so full of cum she didn't think Bobby would do it. But when he did and she felt the cum running out her pussy and felt his mouth right there to eat his own cum from his mother's beautiful and well fucked cunt Jane screamed his name and had a huge orgasm. She didn't stop shaking for a long, long time! Bobby stayed down there between her legs gently licking her cum dripping pussy and he didn't seem to care at all about it. He only wanted to please her.

Then there was the bathroom. Jane could not shower or bath alone, nor did she want to. Bobby was always there washing her or drying her and of course fucking and eating her pussy as he did it. The sex in the bathroom tub always had his cum floating around them afterwards. But Jane loved this because she could hold her son deep inside her pussy and feel the warm water around them as they slowly rocked and fucked. It felt so romantic to her and so erotic and sexual to Bobby. 

Her big tits bobbing in the water with those long had nipples sticking out for him it suck was amazing to Bobby! God how he loved her big tits in his hands or mouth. She even gave him a tit fuck in the tub one day and he sprayed his cum everywhere on her chest and all over her face. She loved to feel him shoot his warm sperm all over her. And to see it shoot out the hold in his hard thick cock head made her almost climax. 

They even sat on the toilet together and cross their pee streams when Bobby asked if they could do it. She denied him nothing. As they kissed and sucked tongue they peed together and merged their bodies. She peed all over his shaft as he pushed it against her open lips. Then he would even wipe her pussy for her and she would shake his cock. They had a good time playing with each others bodies

They fucked on the back porch too but at night so no one could see tem. It was done on a lounge chair and they took turns lying on their backs while the other lay on top. When Bobby was drained and couldn't get it up any more that night, Jane would let him play with her body licking her pussy and playing with her tits and nipples for as long as he wanted. Once Bobby had even made his mother cum from just sucking her nipples and playing with her tits. That never happened before with Jane but his mouth was so good and his tongue magical.

But then on the morning of the fifth day Bonnie called and asked if the four of them could get together and talk. Jane didn't want to leave this sexual wonderland but she agreed and they all met at Bonnie's house. 

Bonnie hadn't had Bobby in a long time and she wanted him even with the others in the room. She looked and acted like a woman hungry for a cock, a young cock like Bobby's cock. She didn't try to hide it ether.

Jane and Bobby had dressed in shorts and top and when they arrived at Bonnie' house they saw Dhea and Bonnie in the living room both in only a very short open robe. Bobby didn't know which woman to look at first. Bonnie's big tits were almost as large as his mother's tits. But Dhea's small but beautiful breasts were sticking straight out at him. Both ladies had their vaginas show and he looked from one to the other and back to the first one again.

When Bobby came into the room the stood up and let the robe open so he could se their entire bodies as they walked towards him. He felt his cock rising! They all hugged Bobby rubbing their breasts all over him and pressing their pussies into his hardening cock as they held him tight, especially Bonnie.

She hadn't had his young cock for a long time and tonight she would demand that Dhea and Jane go back to Jane's house while Bonnie entertained Bobby. But first they all needed to agree on how they would share Bobby going forward.

They had a long discussion about Bobby, and he just sat and listened to them. He loved the idea that each wanted him badly. He felt good about himself and loved that all three wanted him to have sex with them as often and as much as possible. Bobby loved each of the ladies a little differently. 

He loved Dhea because no one had ever squeezed his cock inside her pussy or fucked him with her body like she did. Her body was small and tight and gave him very powerful orgasms when they fuck. Dhea was younger than the others too and she had a more youthful body. And God how she could move that body as she rode him or lay under him. 

He loved Bonnie because she was his teacher and trainer and his first fuck. It was true you never forget your first fuck. Plus she had a great body with big tits and a nice round ass and firm thighs and a shaved pussy. She was also more daring and experimental than the other two women. 

And then there was his mother, and how much he loved seeing her fucking him as she let him have her anyway he wanted her. She was his best love. Not his best lover but best love, after all she was his mother. Her body was still very good and her tits firm and very large and she loved him fuck her there and cum all over them. He loved the fact that they could fuck at home and had done it in every room. 

He wanted them all and didn't care whatever the decision would finally be as long as he could have all three at some point.

It was decide that Jane would have Bobby for a week and the nights when the other two ladies couldn't have him stay over. Bonnie and Jane would each have him for a week too. But Dhea demanded that the weeks change from month to month and that she must have first pick.

Dhea had a secret motive behind her demands and wanted Bobby on the week she would be ripe and ovulating. She wanted Bobby to knock her up and give her a child. She convinced the other women that as long as they got their week with Bobby what difference it would make. She told them that with her job she would be traveling and may not have any other time to spend and stay with him. It was only fair that they share him equally. She assured them both that she would never have bobby two weeks in a row.

Bobby really didn't care which woman had which week with him. All he knew was he would be having sex with three beautiful women, a different one each week. When asked he told them it didn't matter which week or with which lady he was with, as long as he could be with them all at some time during that month.

So it was agreed that Dhea would pick the first week for the month and then Bonnie or Jane would pick the other weeks. This agreement left one week that was open and they all agreed that Bobby could do whatever he wanted with the open week. It might not be an entire week but he would decide what or with whom he would be with. But during that week Dhea would pick the week of the up coming month she wanted. 

Bonnie and Jane decided to switch weeks, one would be first in one month and then one would be first during the next month.

Dhea knew she would be at her peak in the second week of the current month and she picked that week. Bobby looked disappointed she didn't pick the week to come because he really wanted to feel her pussy around his cock again squeezing it and her body moving like she did fucking him. But, then Bonnie took the first week starting with tonight. Bobby knew he would be fucking this big tit woman as soon as his mother and Dhea left. He smiled at Bonnie and she licked her lips. They were good together and each knew what was coming!

Jane too the third week and was disappointed since it would actually be two weeks before she had his cock in her body again. That is unless he came home before them. She was sure she could talk him into stopping by after school before going to Bonnie's house some of those days.

And that's how it started. The sex with any of the ladies was fantastic to Bobby and he couldn't wait to get started. Jane waited for Dhea to slip on a pair of slacks and a top and then she stood up and they walked to the front door. As they kissed and hugged Bobby one last time they felt his cock beginning to harden already for Bonnie. Bobby waved goodbye watching the ass of Dhea swing back and forth. When they turned the corner and walked to Jane's home turned around to see Bonnie. She was already out of her panties and robe and she smiled as she told Bobby to undress for her.

He dropped his clothes on the living room floor and they walked hand and hand into her bedroom. She had him lay back on the bed and as her big tits hung over his body she took his cock into her mouth and lovingly and gently started to suck him. She was so good as sucking his cock she made him moan. 

Bobby pulled and enjoyed milking her big tits as she sucked his cock deep into her mouth! Moaning and sighing Bonnie worked him completely hard in seconds and then straddled his body and let his cock push open her pussy lips and slip into her hot cunt as she settled down on top of it. Very slowly she began to fuck him. Bobby reached for her big tits thinking life was good. Bonnie moved faster, hell it was wonderful. She rode him hard and fast and he was thinking life was fuck it was fantastic!!!!!

That night neither Bonnie nor Bobby slept much, Bobbie was hungry for him and kept working on him taking his cum and then trying to get his cock hard again. Over and over again she used all of her tricks and Bobby was happy to give her everything he had. They drifted off from time to time but as soon as Bonnie woke again her mouth was on his cock and then her cunt. 

The next day was Sunday and they spent the day nude and playing and satisfying each other. This would be a week that she would always remember. 

Bonnie had her toys and of course and Jane and she had been loves for a long time, but this week she had a nice hard young cock to make her cum. She used it as much as she could as fast as she could, making Bobby cum.

And cum he did, Except for the time he was in school Bonnie used his cock and mouth over and over and over. She tried all sorts of things with him including having him fuck her ass with a toy as he fucked her pussy with his cock. Then she fucked his ass with the same dildo, a small thin one which went into him easy. He loved how it felt to have it in his ass as he fucked her pussy. When he was about to cum she pulled it out and he screamed with joy and cumming as hard as he ever did before. Score one for Bonnie he was thinking maybe I'll stay with her that forth week, 

In the morning she would either fuck or suck Bobby off making him a happy guy as he left for school. When he came back at 3:30 PM she was waiting for him dressed in next to nothing but a robe with nothing on under it. When she was sure it was him alone, she would stand at the steps and drop the robe. Bobby almost ran to her his cock getting hard as he did,

Bobby knew she wanted him and they went to work pleasing each other immediately. Then she would feed him dinner and do him again. The night would be fucking and then dinner. He would get a break to do homework and study while she cleaned up the dishes. Then they would have sex again before bed. 

Bobby remembered all those days he masturbated and shot off looking at Bonnie lay out in the sun. He told her all about it and she told him now he can have what he dreamed of then. He smiled as she opened her arms and legs welcoming him to her nude body. Her big tits were always there for him to hold or to suck and play with. Just like his mom's tits, for a young guy he was living the dream.

Bonnie's pussy was wet and ready whenever he was hard or wanted to play/. With a body like Bonnie had Bobby's cock was hard most of the time. No more hand jobs by his hand. Now he was having a sexy beautiful woman to play with his cock and suck him off until he was hard enough to fuck her. Then instead of cumming in him hand, Bobby had a warm, tight, wet, pussy to actually fuck not just think of or dream about. He had a real pussy to squeeze his cock and make him cum as he buried it as deep inside her as he could get it. It was so much better for him and thrilling to Bonnie who loved how fast Bobby regained the hardness. The week went b y very fast for both of them.

When Bobby left Sunday he went home to pack some clothes before being picked up by Dhea. It was her week to have him now. Bobby couldn't wait to see her and touch that beautiful dark think athletic body.



Training Ch. 14



Dhea drove fast and got them to her house in minutes! She was hungry for some sex from Bobby and immediately started to tease him sexually. When they went into the bedroom she had her bed all ready turned down. 

She had Bobby stand there and watch her. As he did Dhea slowly undressed for him, until she was down to only her thigh highs. She started to watch as Bobby began to strip fast but she stopped him.

Dressed only in her white thigh highs Dhea's dark body looked fantastic and now she started to undress her young lover. She teased him and slowly removed his tee shirt lifting it over his head and keeping it over his head. Then she began to kiss and lick his nipples. When she removed the tee shirt she smiled as she knelt in front of him, her thighs open wide and showing Bobby her pussy she pulled down the zipper on his jeans. Bobby undid the button. Then Dhea pulled the jeans down his thighs very slowly. 

To her surprise Bobby wasn't wearing any underwear and his hard cock sprung out almost hitting her face. It was inches from her wet mouth and she smiled up at her young lover as she lovingly took the hard shaft in her hands. Her tongue came out and she licked the head as she ran her hands up and down his length. She loved the hardness of this young guy's dick. It stood almost straight up in the air all by itself. 

Then, while looking up at his face, Dhea slowly engulfed the head into her mouth and sucked it. Bobby moaned with the pleasure it gave him to see and feel her mouth cover his cock head. She didn't need to use her hands Bobby's cock was at full mast. She sucked and pumped her mouth up and down as she fucked him with her mouth. Then with one hand she cupped his balls and played with them while she used the other hand to finger her own hole as Bobby looked down to see it all

The thick cock head oozed pre cum already as Dhea sucked and licked the head. She spent most of the time on his dick head working him up fast. She couldn't wait to feel his dick inside her fucking her and filling her with his seed and giving her the child she wanted, needed so badly. 

Dhea smile up at him as she sucked and used her tongue to lick around the head and up the underside of it. When she stuck the tip of her tongue in the pee hole Bobby cried out and held her head. Gently rocking his hips now, Bobby was holding and guided her mouth as he moved back and forth fucking him with it. Her mouth felt wonderful. 

He loved how she did that with her mouth sucking just the head and using her tongue to tickle the underside of his dick. Dhea knew his most sensitive places. Seemed like just his cock head was being held now by her lips as her tongue worked on him and his pee hole as she made him ready for her body.

When he felt he was almost there, almost ready to cum, he told her to stop!! She let go of his cock immediately and stood up again. "I want your cum right in here the first time Bobby", she told him as she pointed at her pussy.

Dhea told him to lay on her bed and watch. Then she bent over and showed Bobby her ass and pussy holes from behind. Bobby stroked his cock as she fingered her pussy a little before turning and moving towards him. Like an animal in heat she climbed up on the bed and sexually walked on all fours up the bed over his body and straddled him. Her pussy was so close to his face Bobby could see the wetness on the lips and smell her musk. Dhea was in heat!

She used two of her fingers to spread her outer pussy lips open showing him her wet pink insides. Dhea was dark and her insides looked almost red. Bobby licked his lips as she moved close to his face. Closer and closer until she could feel his breath on her wetness and she knew Bobby was ready for her. She looked down at her sweet boy and whispered: "Lick it." 

Bobby used all of his skills on Dhea, the same ones he used on his mother's cunt last week. Dhea pushed into his face and pressed her pussy over his mouth. As she held her lips open and her clit hood back Bobby's nose rubbed her swollen clit as his tongue fucked her hole. Dhea was the one now holding Bobby's head with her other hand and moved her body to place his tongue where she wanted it. She screamed with an orgasm she felt would almost kill her it was so powerful. 

Bobby worked and worked on her feeling her go off at least twice more and cumming on his tongue and in his mouth before she moved back down his body. Her heart beating fast and hard, Dhea just couldn't take his wonderful tongue any more, she need to be fucked, and fucked hard right now!

She moved down his body sliding on it until her pussy was over his cock and her hips were straddling his hips. Then she reached under her pussy for his cock and guided the swollen cock head to her wet opening. 

Bobby watched as his cock head went up into her soft beautiful body. He didn't arch or push up into her. He waited for Dhea to lower her pussy down, down, down over the entire head and take the shaft up into her. When she did both let out a sigh and the both felt his cock head moving up the walls of her pussy tunnel until he was fully buried inside her.

Then Dhea bent down and kissed him offering him her tongue. He sucked it and kissed her back as she slowly lifted up and down on his hard cock shaft pumping her pussy on it. When their kiss broke she licked his ear and whispered: "God how I have missed you and your hard beautiful cock Bobby."

Bobby held her and started to up pump into her. Slowly at first, Bobby couldn't help but begin to move faster and faster inside her tight wet hot hole. Dhea's pussy had always been unbelievably tight and what she did with her muscles made Bobby close his eyes and smile. She squeezed his shaft from top to bottom. The hours she must have taken to learn how to do this was amazing to him. She was so good.

She was great twisting and rotating and pumping her body in different ways to make her pussy do different things on his cock. Bobby held her hips and drove his cock hard up into her. She held him and kissed him and stroked his chest and face as she rode him harder now her head back and her eyes closed. Faster too, Dhea's need was building the same as Bobby's was.

She again lay down on top of him and kissed him feeling his cock get even harder. She whispered: "Roll us over. Fuck down into me Bobby. Let me lie on my back and fuck me hard and fast!"

Bobby held her small body in his arms and rolled them over without removing his cock. As soon as she was on her back she lifted her legs and Bobby ran his arms under her shapely thighs and lifted her legs high almost over her head.

"Oh yes Bobby, lift them baby! Now fuck me like an animal" she said to herself.

Bobby began to fuck her harder and faster and with great training held off longer than most men could have. Looking down at her beautiful face and those hard thick long dark nipples made Bobby grit his teeth and try hard not to cum.

But Dhea was very skillful and she wanted him to cum. She milked his cock like a whore, a woman who knew how to make a man cum fast. She lifted as best she could and took his cock as deep as Bobby could get it into her hole. The head was against her cervix. He pressed her knees to her breasts now and drove down into her hole like a mad man.

Again and again she felt him hit bottom. His dick was so hard and thick and now getting hotter too. She could feel the difference in the temperature. He was close, very close and Bobby arched his back and cried out: "I can't hold back any more baby. I'm cumming. OH......GOD....OH.....GOD.... DHEA."

She held his strong arms and yelled: "Do it. Do it Bobby cum in me! Fill me baby! I want it so badly. Cum in my pussy Bobby! Cum baby, cum for me!!"

And Bobby lifted his head like an alpha wolf and cried out as his cock head spewed his seed deep into Dhea's cunt. It went on and on shot after warm wet shot pumped into Dhea's womb and filled it. Shot after warm shot bubble up her tunnel and filled her. It made her hold her love tight and she loved how it felt to feel Bobby's cum shoot into her and cover her entire cunt tunnel hole. It made her orgasm,

Dhea humped and humped and humped as she fucked Bobby now like a savage. Her body exploded with passion and lust as she slammed her pussy on his cock. He held her now and she went off cumming and cumming hard. Their cum mixed together deep inside her pussy. 

Dhea held him and kissed him and licked and sucked his neck and kissed his face as she held on to him for a long, long, long time. Finally her legs relaxed and her legs came down from his back and her feet touched the bed once again. He lay on top of her kissing her and sharing tongues. His cock began to soften and soon it came out of her pussy. Bobby rolled over hearing a small popping sound as their bodies separated.

She kept her ass and pussy lifted up just enough so the cum wouldn't run out. She lay there letting Bobby nurse on her left nipple as she held his head and stoked his hair. They didn't move for a long time. Finally Bobby sat up and smiled down at her. When Dhea finally sat up too she felt his cum begin to slowly leak out of her. She turned to him and kissed him and held him until the wet puddle forming under her began to get cold under her ass.

She got up and came around the side of the bed where Bobby was sitting. She took his cum covered cock in her small hand and smiled. It was completely soft now. She looked at Bobby and said: "I can't believe how soft this feels now, and how hard it felt inside me Bobby. Men and their cocks are amazing. You're amazing, thank you; it was so damn good today"

He smiled and got up with her and they walked to the bathroom and bathed for a long, long time washing and drying each other.

Then they went to her kitchen and she fed him. Bobby knew he had a week with Dhea and this would be the week he would never forget, what a woman she was.

At the end of the week Dhea was sure that as many times as Bobby had filled her pussy with his seed that she had to be knocked up. It was her peak time to have an egg drop and she had calculated that he had fucked her at least 40 times or more during the seven days they were together. 

Each time he had unloaded a huge amount of cum deep into her body. Dhea had made sure it didn't just run out after Bobby pulled out. She always Held him and kept him inside her pussy until he deflated and fell out. Then she laid there and had her hips up to hold the seed inside her. 

The week with Dhea went by with Bobby filling her once in the morning, once at lunch time and twice at night. Once when she walked into the house from work and once before they went to bed.

Each time they fucked Dhea would use all her skills to make Bobby cum hard. She teased him all week using her body and her sexy ways to stimulate him and keep on stimulating him. When he was done the first time she would always suck him and play with his cock and balls. If he got hard again, which he usually did, she would fuck him again until he came in her the second time.

So much cum and so good sex made them both happy but by week's end they were both drained and exhausted. On Saturday Dhea just lay in bed and stayed there until late afternoon. 

Bobby lay right beside her. He too was too exhausted to even play with her tits or pussy. They held each other and drifted in and out of sleep. When she tried to get him hard one last time he just couldn't get it up again for her.

Even when she use her mouth, tongue and hands he didn't get hard enough to fuck her. It kept falling out and wouldn't stay inside her hole. And they were too tired to try more. 

So Bobby finally moved around until he laid between her open thighs and gave her one last orgasm with his mouth as he lay his head on her brown thigh and licked and sucked her pussy until she pushed him off. He stopped eating her but lay there and just looked at the pussy that had made him so happy the entire week.

Finally at 5 PM Dhea drove him home to his mother.

To say his mother was excited to see her sexy boy was an understatement. But when Dhea left and Jane asked Bobby where he wanted to fuck her first he told her he needed rest. She saw how tired he was and while disappointed she let him lay in their bed and sleep. Bobby slept until late the next day, Sunday. He woke up at 2PM in the afternoon and found his mother nude and using a toy as she laid there with him.

She saw him open her eyes and she pulled him tightly to her breasts. Bobby opened his mouth and took her big nipple to suck on. But when his mother began to play with and stroke his cock it didn't respond. It took 2 days Added and on the third night he got a hard on. Jane was beside herself with need by then.

She had played with his cock on and off for a long time each time he woke up. Hell she even used her mouth and body to do everything she could to get him hard. But it took two full days of her week before Bobby was hard enough to give his mother a good fucking. And she loved how he laid back and let her ride him and ride him and ride him. He played with her big tits and she bent down and let him suck her nipples. He just loved her tits and nipples. But her pussy was so wet and warm he loved that too. But while Jane came a few times from his mouth and cock, Bobby didn't cum. His balls thumped and thumped but no cum came out of he cock.

Bobby told her he had an orgasm, but didn't shoot his cum. Between Dhea and Bonnie they had drained him good. Jane was worried but after talking to Bonnie she was told that Bobby would be OK, he just needed some time to rest up. 

It took all week before Bobby finally came in his mother's mouth one morning before school. She sucked him dry and drank it all down like a woman dying of thirst. That night Bobby was able to fuck her and cum in her once for the first time since he had gotten home from Dhea's house.

The next week Bobby was better and they spent a long time making love and his mom gave him everything including her ass for the first time. She showed him the toy she had been using to prepare herself for him return. It was small at the end but got bigger and bigger as you pushed it into her ass. 

Bobby loved the idea and when she got down on all fours with her head on the bed and her ass up in the air he spread he ass cheeks and saw that tight little opening. He was super hard again. His mother even handed him the KY to use on her ass hole and his cock shaft and head. It took a long time for Bobby to get the cock head into her ass but from then on he pushed and slowly his cock went into her ass hole. It felt remarkable and so tight. She grunted as Bobby fucked her from behind. 

He fucked her slow and easy until she told him she was OK and had adjusted to his size. She loved it. Rubbing her clit with two fingers she could feel her son's hard cock pumping away. Bobby bent over her body and cupped her big tits swinging back and forth. He pinched and rolled the nipples as he slammed away into her ass. Jane rubbed her clit faster and faster in time with Bobby's fucking her. She could feel her orgasm as it began to cover her body! "Faster baby fuck me faster", she yelled back at her son. 

Then Bobby moaned loudly and arched his back and shoved his cock as far as he could into her ass. It got so hard and thicker Jane knew he was going to cum. She felt it swelling and she cried out: "Oh God yes! Do it Bobby! Cum in my ass baby! Do it Bobby! Fill my butt with you beautiful cum! You're the first!!"

He came in her ass for the first time and had a fantastic orgasm so did his mother. It was like nothing Bobby had ever experienced before. She fell to the bed and Bobby fell on top of her. His cock was still up inside hr ass hole.

After a while Bobby slowly pulled out and there was another popping sound as the big swollen cock head came out her ass hole covered with his cum. More cum began to leak out her hole and he watched it run down over her pussy lips. 

They lay together and she told him again that he was the first person to ever have her that way. She had lost her ass cherry to her son. That made Bobby happy and as they washed his cock and bathed together Bobby went back sucking her big tits and nipples as she held him and let him nurse. 

But Jane decided on something she would have a meeting with the other two women. She never wanted her son to be so drained that he couldn't cum. Their set up would have to be changed.

As she lay there in the tub with her son sucking on her tit Jane felt his cock beginning to harden again. She moved around and took it in her hand. As Bobby pushed, it went into her pussy hole this time. They lay in the tub with his cock fully embedded in his mother's cunt. 

They stayed like that with him nursing on her big tits and his hard young cock in her pussy. She had 4 more days before Bobby would have to go to Bonnie's house. She would have to work fast to change the set up they had.

Was Dhea knocked up?

Was Bonnie ready for him again to fuck her all week, or did she miss Jane's tongue and mouth to much on her pussy to not have her along with her son. Bonnie had plans to talk with Jane the very next day about her and Bobby both meeting with her.

And Jane, would Jane enjoy her son and her best friend together, a three way? Or would she only want her son for the week. 

And what did Bobby think about these three women? Was he able to keep going, fucking three sexually starved women in three weeks?

Or, what would be the new set up?



Training Ch. 15



Was Dhea knocked up? She was sure that she was. After all Bobby had spewed his seed into her fertile womb so many times she lost count during that week she spent with him. She would get a test kit from the drug store and check on Monday morning.

Meanwhile Bobby was now back home and if things went as they were set up currently he would be with Bonnie on Monday. She was ready, oh so ready for him to come to her home and again fuck her all week. While she loved having Jane, Bobby's mom, as a lover too, she needed a strong hard cock and Bobby surely had that for her. 

The fact that he was Jane's son was even better because before long she was planning to have them both working to please her body and she would do the same for them. Bonnie had plans to talk with Jane on Monday about her and Bobby both meeting with her for a night of raw sex.

Meanwhile Jane would enjoy her son over the weekend and then meet with her best friend together with Dhea to rearrange their schedule with Bobby. 

She was very concerned that the other two women were draining her son much too much and she was about to change their time and the number of days he would be spending with them.

Bobby was willing to do his best to keep these three ladies satisfied as best he could. But fucking three sexually starved women for a week each was a task even he was thinking he couldn't keep going with. They were all just too hungry to feel his beautiful young hard cock inside them and feeling his cum pumping into them and fill their pussy holes.

He was sure that over the weekend his mother and he would had sex but it would have to be done with time for him to recover fully before she was at it again with him. 

While he rested Jane called the other two ladies and told them that they would not have Bobby again until they met with her and re-established a new schedule for him. The meeting was set for Monday at 5PM at her home. Then she made dinner for her son. 

Bobby had rested for about three hours and Jane was wondering if it was long enough for him and if he was ready to make love to her again. She had a surprise for her son tonight. It was something that she felt he would love and it might just make him hard for her again tonight. She set the table and gave Bobby his dinner.

As Bobby sat at the dinner table Jane excused herself and went to the bedroom. She changed into a beautiful pale blue shortie top that showed her ample breasts and red hard nipples. It had one single tie at the valley between her large breasts which went undone would open the top completely for her son to love her body especially her tits. Jane knew Bobby loved playing with her tits and nipples. It ended at about two inches above her crotch around her pelvis and showed her pussy completely. 

Then she smiled as she slipped on a very small "G" string pair of panties that was only an inch or two long and wide. The "G" was small and had a simple string that ran up her backside and connected to the one around her body. The top and the "G" string was only for show, it hid nothing of her body. Almost completely see thru she had purchased it especially for her son.

Then she put on some perfume making sure she put a drop on each inner thigh and fixed her hair like she knew her son liked it. When she felt she was ready Jane came back down to the kitchen.

Bobby heard her come into the room and when he looked up he saw his sexy beautiful mother dressed in the most erotic nightie he had ever seen. She walked towards him and stood right in front of him. "You like it Bobby? I got it especially for you baby", she told him.

He looked up at her and saw those big tits blocking a little of her face as she stood over him so close. He could feel her body heat and smell her perfume. He smiled and told her how very beautiful she looked.

"God yes mom, you look so beautiful. But I'm so tired tonight. I hope I can please you like you want to be pleased", he said as he reached for her hips. 

She let him pull her body into his face and felt him mouth touch her pelvis. The thrill of his mouth so close to her "G" string and her pussy made Jane shiver. She wrapped her arms around his head and hugged him even tighter to her body.

Bobby's face was only a few inches from the top of the "G" string and he could smell her musk and perfume together as he turned his face into her body. She felt his tongue lick her body inches from her cunt and she shivered again. 

"It's OK baby, it will be just fine if you can at least lick me tonight. I know you have had a great deal of sex these last few weeks and I only want you to enjoy me if you can. But you can just use your tongue on me if you would tonight sweetie and I'll love it", she said as she felt him kiss and lick around the top of her "G" string and pelvis.

He cupped her ass with both hands and pulled her even tighter to his face. Jane held him as he licked the sides of the "G" and then went to her inner thighs and finally she felt him lick up the "G" pressing his face harder into her heat! "Oh Bobby you don't know how good that feels. Pull the string out of the way. Lick my pussy directly baby. Lick mommy's pussy for her right here", she moaned as she felt his fingers lift and pull the "G" to the side.

Bobby covered her wet slit with his mouth and began to bath her with his tongue. "So good Bobby, you lick mommy's pussy so good", she said as she put one foot up on the table exposing her cunt even more to her son so he could get his mouth into it deeper. 

Bobby flicked his tongue up and down her slit and she held his head and stroked his cheek as she felt the tip of the tongue lick back and forth across her hole and then into it. "Ahhhhh!!!! Yes!!!! That's it baby!! Oh God yes Bobby!! That's it baby; fuck my pussy with that beautiful tongue. Oh Bobby! Yes, that feels wonderful", she hissed and whispered at him as she felt his fingers spread her outer lips even wider now.

Bobby licked and sucked his mother's pussy until Jane felt she would fall. So she took his face and gently pulled it out from between her legs and then lowered her foot back to the floor. He looked up into her eyes and saw her smiled seeing his face covered with her wetness. She wiped his face with the napkin and then took his hand. 

She pulled him up and they kissed and hugged. Then they walked towards the bedroom. Jane's ass swung back and forth as she walked up the stairs in front of her son. Bobby watched her shapely legs and ass swing back and forth covered only with the string of the "G" as she took the steps. His face was so close to her ass that he could still smell her musk from her excitement. 

God he loved his mother so much. She was beautiful and now she was will to let him do anything he wanted with her including fucking her ass the last time. He now had taken all of her holes and he knew she loved and adored his cock and mouth.

As they entered the bedroom Bobby began to undress. Jane stopped him and asked: "Are you sure baby? I don't want to put any pressure on you tonight. It's Ok if you can't get hard Bobby. I just love what you were doing downstairs with your tongue and mouth."

Bobby striped and told her: "Well let's see mom. Let me try and if I get hard we'll do it. If not. I'll make you cum with my fingers, mouth and a toy. Would that be OK?"

She smiled and climbed on the bed. She laid back and crudely opened her thighs wide smiling and then her arms beckoning him to her body. Bobby moved over her and went back between her open legs. "Yes baby that's where you belong!" she cooed.

As she laid there watching her son, he paced his head on her upper thigh and looked directly at her pussy. "I love you Mom. I love everything about you. But I really love laying here on your thigh with your legs open and looking at your pussy and just licking and kissing it for you. It's so pretty and it smells and tastes better than anyone else's."

He kissed her open vagina lips and she felt his tongue go into her hole. She held his head again and stroked it and moved his hair out of the way so she could watch him eat her cunt. It was so good when he did it slow and gently and built her orgasm slowly for her. "Lick deep inside my pussy Bobby and please put a finger in there too! Yes that's it baby just like that. You're so good at this Bobby. Mommy loves how you lick her."

Bobby went to work on her pussy with his fingers and mouth. His fingers never stopped moving and working touching and fucking her hole. And his mouth moved around and over her clit and as she pulled the hood back for him exposing her hard little sex ball fully. Bobby covered it and sucked it gently with his mouth. She arched her back as his fingers went deep into her hole and his mouth moved up and sucked the clit.

He pumped her cunt with two fingers as his mouth sucked and his tongue flicked back and forth over the clit. His mother began to hump and hump and hump his face, slowly at first. But the faster Bobby used his fingers and sucked the faster Jane's body reacted and she humped faster and faster on them. 

His tongue was like a snake moving back and forth and then up and down as he coated her clit completely! Then he would suck it and it was driving her wild. She pinched her nipples and pulled on them as she played with her tits. Jane just kept saying over and over again: "Oh Bobby! Oh Bobby! Oh Bobby!"

Bobby didn't reply he kept on working his mother's pussy until he felt and saw her lift her ass up off the bed and begin fucking his face as she cried out with lust:" OHHHH GOD YES Bobby, I'm Cumming!"

Then she came all over his face, dripping her cum into his mouth. Bobby held his hands under his mother's ass and kept her elevated up off the bed as he continued to lick her clip rubbing his face back and forth across her cunt. His fingers held her up and his thumbs spread her lips wide as his mouth devoured her cunt. 

Bonnie screamed and held his head and fucked it wildly. "More baby! Mommy needs more of your mouth! Lick me Bobby! Lick me, lick me and make me cum again please baby. Lick, lick, lick me!"

Bobby knew what his mother wanted and needed and he was going to please her and keep on pleasing her. As Jane's ass fell to the bed again his mouth never stopped, he reached to the side and picked up the vibrator and moved it to her open pussy hole. She felt the silver head pressing against her opening and she moved a little so it would enter her. She let Bobby move it and control it this time. Soon he had it fully inside her and as he started to fuck her she moved with it. He loved to see that happen. He loved to watch her body react to the toy fucking her.

Bobby watched his mother's body as he stopped licking her cunt and began to work the toy in and out of her cunt. He loved to see her fucking the toy back as her body was on fire. He watched as she lifted her hips and pushed her pelvis up trying to get more and more of the vibrator into her hole. "So good! So good baby! Fuck me. Drive me wild baby you! Drive me crazy. Fuck me.", she almost yelled it at him.

He sat up now and watched as he used different movements on his mother's pussy. The toy was doing its job and he loved to see her cum and cum and cum for him. He stopped counting the orgasms at five but as long as she didn't stop him he kept pushing it in and out of her hole. He could feel his cock growing with each minute that passed.

Bobby's cock was hard enough to fuck her but he was enjoying what he was doing to her with the toy to much to stop. He loved to see his mother or any woman cum. He watched her body reacting to the climaxes as they came one at a time.

Jane was smiling. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open. She arched her back again and lifted her butt up off the bed once more as she cried out: "I'm cumming again Bobby! Oh God yes, you make me feel so good."

He had her legs bent back now and both holes were showing for him. Then Bobby got an idea. As he pushed the vibrator all the way into her pussy, he took the thinner vibrator and coated it with KY like he did with the one in her pussy. Bobby slowly used it to enter her ass hole. Now with a toy in both holes he moved up next to Jane and offered her mouth his cock.

Jane smiled seeing it somewhat hard and opened her mouth and guided the head of her son's cock into her mouth with her hand. As Bobby worked both toys Jane began to suck his cock. "Oh fuck mom", Bobby said as her lips covered the cock head and applied pressure as she started to suck.

The thin vibrator in Jane's butt was turned on and then her son turned on the one in her pussy. Jane felt the movement of the toys and moaned as she sucked. Finally Jane cried out and held his cock as she lifted up and went wild fucking them. She popped the cock out of her mouth and just cried: "Fuck yes!!!!!!!"

Bobby didn't wait, He was hard enough to fuck now and he moved quickly between his mother's legs. He pulled the toy out of her cunt and inserted his hard cock. Leaving the toy in her ass, he could feel the vibrations as well as Jane could feel them and it helped to stimulate his cock even more. His cock grew harder and thicker inside her pussy tunnel.

It didn't take long for Jane to lift her legs higher and tell her son she wanted his cum "Fill me baby! Fuck me and give mom your sweet cum" she whispered in his ear as she held him down on top of her with her legs over them both.

With the toy pleasing her ass and Bobby's cock, Jane worked with Bobby to fuck him like she knew he liked. Again and again he thrust his cock deep into his mother's cunt hole and again and again Jane lifted up to receive it.

They fuck a long time. Jane was drained but she wouldn't stop until she felt Bobby shoot his seed into her one last time tonight. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and drove his cock into her hole. She would be sore tomorrow but tonight she gave him everything she had. Bobby rammed and pounded his mother cunt as hard and fast as he could. Again and again he heard her sigh and felt her breath on his neck as he drove the air out of her lungs as he fucked her as hard as he could.

It went on for a while as she felt his balls slapping her ass again and again. The sound in the room was a sound of lovers' bodies pushing against each other and then releasing. 

Finally lifted up and looked down into his mother's loving eyes. She told him: "Oh Bobby my lovely boy! Let me feel you cum in me. Cum for me Bobby. Cum in your mother and feel the pleasure. Cum baby! Let me feel it. Get your release baby!"

Bobby loved how his mother talked to him so lovingly and gently as they fucked together. As she talked Bobby grew closer and closer towards his orgasm. Then he arched his back and shoved his cock deep into her and held it as she squeezed his dick and felt it thumping as cum pumped out the head and into his mother womb! "So good mom! God it feels so good", he moaned as he emptied his nuts into her cunt.

"Yes baby! Yes do it. Feel it make it a good one", she told him as she held her son tight feeling his seed pumping into her body!

When it was over Jane held her son on top of her and just let him lay there. He fell asleep as she stroked his neck and back. His cock finally deflated completely and fell out of her and then his cum began to leak out too.

Gently as she could Jane rolled her son off of her body and covered him. They slept. The next morning she got up let him a note telling him that Bonnie and Dhea would be there at 5PM to talk about a new schedule.

He slept for hours and finally woke up around 2 PM. They ate and talked and soon it was 5Pm. Bonnie was on time but Dhea was 15 minutes late. She had purchased a test kit and asked to use Jane's bathroom. When she peed on the test strip it came back negative! "Shit", she said, "I was sure it was positive. 

She decided she would to get another test kit after this meeting to make sure. .

When they all sat down and had some wine Jane told them that Bobby just couldn't keep up with the pressure on him to satisfy all of them. Jane made a suggestion of three days a week, either Monday Wednesday and Friday, or Tuesday Wednesday and Thursday, or Wednesday Thursday and Friday. She wanted Bobby to have the weekends off. She also said she would not have a week but would see if he was OK to be with her on the weekend some of the time. That would mean Dhea and Bonnie would get to have sex with her son 3 days a week or 6 or 9 times a month depending on who had which week. That would be more actually than they would have with the current schedule. He would still have time off and the only time she would have sex with Bobby would be on the weekend if he was able to do it.

Jane knew Bobby would eat her pussy and use the toys and she felt he would give her his cock a few times. But the pressure would be off of him or at least like it was now. 

Dhea didn't care as long as she could still pick the week she wanted. Bonnie told her it was OK with her. She was sure Bobby would come see her on his off days if he was horny. She would make sure he knew she would suck him a lot and even offer him her ass. She had done that with other lovers before and was a non virgin back there.

Jane told them that they would try this schedule and see how it worked for her son. Then as they were finishing Bobby came down the stairs in only his shorts. He didn't see the note Jane had left for him. Dhea and Bonnie both wanted him immediately. But Jane told him to sit down and she explained the new schedule. Then she told him that for tonight he would stay home.

Dhea told them she wanted the second and fourth week this month. Bonnie had the first week and third week. Jane told him she would have him on the weekends if he was OK to do it

When the ladies left Jane told Bobby the weekends would be like today was if he was up to it. Bobby smiled and told his mother he could eat her pussy for her anytime she wanted it. And with the toys and smelling her pussy while he licked it, he was sure he would get hard enough to give her what she wanted, his cock.

They kissed and held hands and went back to the bedroom. They turned on the TV and Jane just lie back in her son's strong arms between his legs and let him play with her breasts and nipples. Soon he had turned her to the side so he could suck on those big hard nipples. They were kissing and Bobby was holding her and she was stroking his cock as he sucked her nipples. The sex tonight would continue until they both fell asleep with her son's deflating cock again falling out of her cunt.

Jane knew this would be the way the weekends went. She was sure with Bobby seeing her and touching her and tasting her and using toys on her as he watched her climax that he would get hard enough to fuck her. Maybe once, maybe twice, maybe more, but she was happy and so was her son.

Monday Bobby went to Bonnie's house where he would learn that she was going to offer him her ass this week.



Training Ch. 16



Bobby's mom was on her period the week he was to stay with her and have sex. So when Bobby called from the bedroom they shared with each other now, she told him: "I had some cream that should help you baby. Mommy is so sorry her pussy is off limits for the next few days. It's my week but I still want to be with you and I want to see you cum again and again all week long."

She got some body lotion and sat beside him on his bed. Jane stayed fully clothed! Lately they always played this little game. She would slowly pull down the sheet around him and then as he laid there in just a pair of shorts, Jane would very slowly pull down his underwear. As she did, they would both watch as his hard cock slowly came into view and then popped up over the tops of his shorts.

Each time his mother removed his shorts Bobby's young dick stood up proudly in front of her. He would always smile when she said: "Ah baby there it is, so beautiful, so hard and heavy and thick. It looks so proud Bobby standing so straight up!"

It always thrilled her to see it jump out at her as she took off his shorts. It wasn't small, or thin but a normal cock of around 6 ½ or 7 inches. But she loved how it felt in her hand mouth and pussy. She made a decision to measure it one day just for fun. She smiled when she held it in her hand, it always felt so very, very hard. 

Jane put some lotion on her hand and then rubbed it on her son's cock. Slowly moving her hand up and down the shaft she made love to it as she stroked him. Bobby must have been very horny because it wasn't very long at all before an orgasm from her gentle hand stroking and rubbing it occurred and he pumped a large amount of cum out of his dick and balls. 

When it happened Bobby's hips shot up off the bed and he began to shake all over. "God! Oh God, mom don't stop! God you make me feel so good."

He had little hair round his cock and balls now and when she asked him what happened Bobby told her: "Dhea likes it baled mom, she shaved me last week. It feels funny without hair and itches a little. The lotion feels really good.

Jane found the whole thing very arousing and had to go and lie down on my bed afterwards!! She rubber her clit until she came. She hated her period and while she wouldn't let anyone touch her during this time, she was always horny from it. So she masturbated a larger amount of time when she was bleeding.

During that week Jane masturbated her son twice a day, she sucked him twice a day too, so Bobby was cumming four times a day. She did it whenever and where ever Bobby wanted it. In the living room, kitchen, on their bed, in the bathroom and in yard again that was done at night, anywhere and any time he asked or she saw him with a hard on. Since he walked around nude or with just shorts on she saw his cock almost all of the time.

Bobby always seemed to want it done first thing in the morning before he left for class. Then at night before and after dinner he would have her lay with him with her top off and he would enter the room fully nude. She would make love to his cock with her hands and mouth until he came.

Bobby would let his mother play with his cock for an hour or more before she would let him cum. The build up was unbelievable for him, good and bad. Then when he finally was allowed to cum it was a huge amount. She sometimes held a shot glass to the cock head and he would come close to filling it half way. Then they would insist on sharing and drinking it. She always shared his cum with her son. She took the cum in her mouth and then she would bend over his mouth and kiss him and tongue fuck his mouth and they would share it.

At night Bobby would shower and get in bed. Then call her. That's when she would tease him and remove the sheet and slowly pull down his short. She loved sucking him off before he went to sleep cuddling with him. 

But one day in the late afternoon Bobby was like he was crazy, he was so hot and worked up. That made Jane wonder why he was like that. 

Bobby was in his room, and he was put there by his mom to study and do his homework. But Bobby happened to look out the bedroom window and was looking down watching Bonnie in her yard. She was sunbathing and when she looked up at his bedroom window and saw him watching her she undress by removing her bra top and pulling the bikini bottom to the side. 

Bonnie played with herself as he watched her have an orgasm letting him see her do it. He would stroke his cock but never came. Instead, he would get in bed and have his mother suck him and jerk him off. Jane must have swallowed a gallon of his cum that week.

Jane loved to lie between his athletic legs and rub her nipples on his thighs or belly as she sucked her son's hard cock. It stood up so straight and hard she didn't even need a hand to hold it when she began to fuck it up and down with her mouth. Her tongue never stopped licking and moving around the cock head which drove him crazy with a need. But having his cock sucked three times a day made Bobby feel very well satisfied. 

But then he would see Bonnie's body and watch her shaved pussy as she played with herself. He knew he could hardly wait until he was in her bed and fucking her. He wondered if he could sneak over there one day and fuck her while he was supposed to be with his mother. Then Bonnie beckoned him over and he snuck out.

It was the first night Jane had finished her period and she would have her son fuck her tonight. She was the one now that was so excited and horny. She was lying in the bed they shared together now thinking of him in the next room doing his home work. She wanted him to be with her but knew he had to get his work done first. She was laying there wondering if the other two women let him do that before they used his body, his cock and mouth, to satisfy them. She would ask him when he came into the bedroom. Time passed and Bobby didn't show up. "He must had a great deal of work tonight", she was thinking.

Jane loved it when her son came into the room nude and already hard for her. But she also loved it when he came in with his shorts on and his cock was soft completely deflated. She wondered just how fast she could get him to grow tonight. After all they hadn't fucked the entire week and she knew she was wet and hot for it.

It all got the better of her and she couldn't wait any longer. So Jane got up and went into his room. He wasn't there!! She wasn't sure where he was and at first she felt he might be out with some friends. But as the night went by she knew most of the people he hung out with were to be home by 11 PM.

When she heard him come in she looked at the clock and it was after midnight. Even if tonight was Friday she knew this was the last night with him and she wondered if he just forgot. She lay in bed wondering if she should go into his room and be mad or just ask him where he had been. Then she would take his hand and bring him back to their bedroom where she would have him to fuck her.

Around 1AM he hadn't come into their room, the room they shared now for sleep and sex. Why didn't he come in? So again she got up and went to him. He was still awake. She had that feeling where she just wanted him to be close to her. She asked if he could sleep OK and why he was in that strange bed. She asked if he wanted her to sleep with him in that bed that night.

He had shared her king size bed with her for months now and yet he didn't seem like he wanted to be with her tonight.

Bobby didn't say anything but just followed her back to their bed. They got in their big bed and she gave him a sort of 'motherly cuddle!" She couldn't feel his erection pressing against her like usual when she held him and she pushed her breasts into his chest. She removed her top and again pulled his face into her tits. "Suck them baby", she whispered.

Jane loved how that felt. It was such a lovely feeling that she let her hand stray down his hard body and over his shorts and then down into the fly of the shorts. He had grown quite a bit but wasn't fully hard. So his mom took it out of his boxers and whispered something about needing release. 

Bobby was very quiet about it and she heard him say: 'Yes, please! But I'm not sure I can cum again so soon."

Jane sat up and looked at him. She said: "Did you masturbate Bobby? Did you forget I was Ok tonight so we could have sex? Why don't you think? Can you cum again now?"

He felt hard and it was throbbing a lot but he again told her he wasn't sure if he would shoot cum. Again Jane asked her son why. Finally she stopped and sat up and demanded to know whet he had been and what he had done.

Bobby looked sad, worried and he was blushing. But Jane kept the pressure on as she held his now deflating cock in her hand and yelled at him. Finally Bobby said: "OK! OK!! I'll tell you. She told me not to tell but I'll tell you mom. I saw Bonnie from my bedroom window and watched her lying out in her bikini. She undressed right there mom! Right in her yard as she looked up at me and smiled. When she saw me watching her she began to rub her pussy. Then she lay on her lounge chair and masturbated while I watched. She beckoned me to come over to her house mom. I was so horny since you were on your period I forget that tonight it would be OK for us. So I went over to Bonnie's house."

Jane sat there and said: "That bitch!! And then what? Did you fuck her?"

He said: 'Yes, we fucked mom! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry; I forgot you would OK to have sex tonight. I have no will power with Bonnie when she masturbates right in front of me. I mean..."

Jane said: "Never mind that, what happened when you got over to her house?"

Bobby hung his head down and said: "She knelt in from of me, completely nude and sucked my cock right away. I couldn't resist. Then she pushed me on my back right there on the kitchen floor and rode my until I came."

Jane said: "Just once she only fucked you once?"

Bobby told her: "No mom! That's the problem. She played with me for a long time. And she made me eat her pussy for a long time. But when we fucked it was less than an hour ago. When she heard you were on your period she did it to me again. She sucked my cock back hard and I fucked her again and I came again. Twice in about an hour mom, so I'm not sure I can do it again right now."

Jane asked: "How did she know I was on my period?"

Bobby said: "I mentioned it to her and she smiled and rode me fast the first time. It was like she needed me to cum fast."

Jane was steaming! She was really pissed. Not so much for Bobby he was just a boy who was very horny and seeing Bonnie who was really built. She knew he couldn't do anything but fuck her. When Bonnie told him to come over her home Jane was sure Bobby jumped at it? 

Jane knew what she did. Most likely she seduced him by letting him see her body as she removed her bikini and when she started to masturbate he was a goner. Then when he got over there she took control and had him eat her pussy and then she kept him so horny. When she finally decided to fuck him she started by sucking his cock, then fucking him and then sucking him back hard again. No wonder he came twice. 

Jane told him to lay back and she began to make love to his cock. She was determined to make her son's cock hard so he could fuck her. So Jane started by stroking him and when she lowered her lips around his cock head and began to lick and suck it he began to grow, slowly. It took a while but he became hard. 

Jane expected him to be dry when he pushed in to her pussy but she loved her son and she wrapped her arms and legs around him as they started to fuck hard and fast. She made him cum. He fucked his mother for a very long, long time and she was cumming all over the place. But, finally working her vagina on his cock and having him suck her tits and telling him to drive his cock into her hard, and fast, she got him to cum!

Jane smiled as she held her son and stroked his back kissing and licking his neck and shoulder. She knew he had done all he could to please her. He cock deflated quickly and she realized that he would not be hard again until tomorrow. 

She got out of bed and went for two wash cloths to clean them both up. He was very apologetic about all of this. But Jane told him she didn't blame him it was that bitch Bonnie. She would deal with her tomorrow.

They fell asleep after that and when she woke next morning she could feel his erection pressing against her back. Last night was very arousing. Jane turned to her son and made sure she had all of the covers pulled back. It was so lovely to hold his young cock in her hand as she worked it for him. She loved to see his body and watch his face as he slept and she stroked his dick. 

After a while she felt his fingers move to her body and that felt wonderful. She loved how his mouth always moved to her nipples as he cupped her large breasts and lifted one to his mouth. She also loved how his fingers danced and played with the folds of her pussy as she worked his hard-on with her hand. She took her time getting him as hard as she could.

She was thinking he most likely wanted to come immediately and he moved towards her pussy. But, that would have spoiled her enjoyment and she damn well was going to have some. She had been just as horny as her son all fucking week maybe more so. And now she was going to have him her way. She teased him and played with his cock for an hour, just lying there in bed and feeling him throb in her hand as he played with her body. They worked each other for a long time.

His fingers played with her pussy making her super wet and his mouth sucked and sucked her nipples. She didn't remember all that was said between them but she knew Bobby was really sorry for cheating with Bonnie last night. Ask they made slow soft love they were speaking with soft words but she warned him well about doing it again. Then she said: "OK baby you can make it up to me. Move your mouth off my breasts and put it where I want you to make me feel better. Lick my pussy for me and then I'll fuck you anyway you want."

Bobby did as he was told and immediately moved down her body kissing and licking it as he went. He buried his face between her open thighs and worked his mouth on her steaming cunt over the next 20 minutes. Jane had three wonderful orgasm and she felt better about what had happened. Then Bobby got her on her hands and knees and took her hard from behind. The fucking went on and on and on and when they finished Bobby had filled his mother's pussy with another large load of cum.

As the day went by Jane and Bobby fucked and bathed, fucked and ate, fucked and bathed again. Finally she drained him completely before going to sleep. One last time of licking her pussy and then fucking her from behind and they were both done. Bobby love to fuck his mom that way, it made him feel in complete control and she loved it when he took over and did her hard like he did all day. 

He more than made up for what he had done the night before. But Jane was going to make Bonnie pay. She was thinking: "Maybe she would keep Bobby away from her for say two months. Yes, a month for each fuck last night? Maybe that would be good for her. The bitch would know better than to steal her son again when it wasn't her week."

Nothing was said all day about it and in the evening they watched TV and she was curled up on the sofa next to him. They were both were completely nude. She could see him becoming super hard. He could see her breasts and nipples and pussy right in front of him. 

She realized she was tempting him, teasing him and she loved doing that to him. It made him so much hornier and she saw his cock bobbing up and down and jumping with his excitement. She took it in her hand and as they watched the TV she slowly played with it. It made her quite horny too thinking of such a young guy wanting her body so badly. 

As they sat there she knew he wanted to touch her and make love to her and lick her pussy, and suck her nipples and fuck her. But each time he tried to touch her she came up with an excuse or she just stopped him. He was frustrated and hard!! That's a bad thing for a young man to be, super horny. She told him to have some control she wanted to see the end of the show. An hour went by then two and Bobby was beside himself, his cock ached and throbbed and pre cum ran down his shaft and her hand. When she felt him about to cum she would remove her hand. It was driving him wild.

But when bedtime came and Jane went up the stairs in front of him Bobby followed her like a puppy dog. She knew he was watching her pussy and ass as she took the step. As they reached the top of the steps she only said: "'My room Bobby, now".

Bobby said nothing but turned into the room following his mother. They didn't have to undress for bed and she crawled up on to the bed slowly making sure she was showing him her ass and pussy and the back of her thighs. He moved to the bed and got in with her. 

Immediately Bobby tried to touch her several times, both her breasts and he tried to get his hand between her thighs. Jane wouldn't allow it and she knew he was young and had never been held off like this before. The three women had just given him anything he wanted as long as he licked their pussy and fucked them. But tonight would be different. 

Tonight Jane wanted to teach her son to be the one who was fully submissive. She would be the dominate one tonight and tell him what he could or couldn't do and when it could be done. It would do him good to learn this. 

But, Jane was so tempted to let him have his way. She could feel his erection against her thigh and she realized he was already leaking pre-cum. She heard him beg her to let him suck her nipples. She felt his cock rubbing on her leg. Then they both realized what was making her thigh wet. Jane told him to scoop up his nasty pre-cum off of her leg. Bobby used his fingers and removed the larger amount of wetness from her thigh. Then she took his hand and made him lick and suck his fingers and eat it! He didn't object.

She turned him on his back and again felt it was so lovely to hold his young cock. She was so tempted to have it in her immediately. But that would have been against the rues and laws of the Dom, her role tonight.

So again she started by slowly masturbating him. She worked on him taking him to the edge and then backing off for a very long time. She told him she would tell him when he could touch her and if he did it before he was told she would stop and they would go to sleep. Jane teased her son mercifully.

Finally she straddle his thighs and when Bobby was sure his mother would move her pussy over his cock head and sink her cunt hole down on it, she slid up and pushed her cunt into his face. She yelled, demanded: "Eat it or you won't get any pussy tonight! And you won't be allowed to cum until the morning. Eat me Bobby eat me like you have never eaten any woman before. I want to cum so hard I will flood your face with my cum. Eat me Bobby! Eat your mother's cunt! NOW!!!"

Bobby could see and smell her wetness. He went wild licking and eating his mother cunt. Orgasms after wonderful orgasms were driving her higher and higher until he told her later on that she brayed like a donkey! ---How complimentary! But Jane knew he had done a very good job for her and she was now enjoying the afterglow of a multi- orgasmic state. Bobby was still in great need. 

Jane just love to masturbate her son and to have his cock in her hand. Just like he loved holding her tits and sucking her nipples, it was so good. She often did this while he was asleep and it just grew, slowly, but yes it grew! From soft and cuddly (which she loved) to stiff and erect 9which she loved too). It was fun to see him wake up and reach for his cock as it was just about ready to cum. As he did, he would feel her hand on it and lay back and let her play with him. His mom was so good at giving him pleasure he always want to please her back.




Training Ch. 16



When he woke she would either bend down and suck him off or most times she would just straddle him and sink his cock deep into her hole. Then she would fuck him and cum and fuck him some more until he came. Then they would fall back asleep. Some night it would happen three time before they got out of bed the next morning.

But, that evening she brought up the subject of the other two girls and told him it was about time he decided on which one was going to be his main lover. She also told him he had to learn a great deal more about women and how to please them. She knew Bonnie had taught him well about eating pussy and fucking and that Dhea was the teacher of blow jobs and locking her pussy around his cock and humping and riding him like no one else. But Bobby still needed to know more about a woman's body especially her most sensitive places and pleasing them.

She could feel his cock on her belly as they talked and this made her become aroused more than she already was. She reached down and found his cock. "So lovely and so nice to hold and feel it growing and throbbing in her hand so fast", she was thinking.  

She played with it and felt it swell to his hardest. So beautiful in my hand", she kept thinking.

He was turned towards her and she felt his hand move towards her thigh. This time she didn't try to stop him and felt his hand slide up her thigh and then between and under it. He touched her pussy and he moaned. So did Jane. "Oh Mommy I want to fuck you so bad. Please let me put my hand cock inside you. Please" he begged.

Jane could feel him tremble beside her. He was in great need 'It's OK", she told him, "Just relax baby we'll get Bobby to cum real hard real soon. But first I want to show you something and teach you how to please it properly."

Jane rolled on to my back. Then she put her hand on top of his and pressed it a little tighter to her pussy. She then explained that a woman could have a better orgasms and cum harder when her lover was masturbating her properly. If you knew what to touch and how to touch it Bobby you could make mommy even happier to have you touch her."

Bobby told her that Bonnie and Dhea had taught him all of that already. But Jane told him he wasn't good at it. He needed more instruction and he had to learn to be submissive when he did it,

"I want to show you how to do this correctly to a lover. It's not just making your woman cum Bobby, its making her feel good and happy with what you are doing. I mean any guy can rub a clit and make a lady cum, but a lover, a good lover can make his lover want him to do it all the time. He has to know what he is doing and she will want him to keep doing it", she said her son. 

Her legs seemed to open wide automatically when he put his hand down between her legs so he could touch her cunt. Then she took his hand and guided his middle finger between her labia and directly on to her clit. "You need to know how to expose the clit fully Bobby. Put your other hand on top of the hood, yes, on my pelvis. Yes just like that! Palm flat baby, that's it. Now pull it back gently", she instructed him.

He did and he saw his mother's clit come out fully exposed now. She explained to him about the clit and how it was the most sensitive part of a woman's pussy on the outside. "Touched properly Bobby, you can make a woman moan and beg for more. Touched incorrectly and she will become too sensitive and stop you" she told him.

She used her other hand to spread her outer lips and then she started to move his finger up and down her wet pink insides. She moved his finger around is small circles clockwise and then counter clockwise. He watched as she instructed him. He was learning quickly. Bobby soon caught on! It wasn't long before Jane let his hand go and he continued until she had a mind blowing orgasm. She was a bit loud and he stopped mid-way because he thought he might be hurting her. But, she grabbed his hand and got him to finish her. He later told her she was screaming with joy. She told him: "That's because you were doing it right this time. See? See how good you made mom cum", she asked.

He told her: "Yes".

Then it was time to show him how to rub her "G" spot properly. Again she told him the proper way to make her cum again. This time she had him use his two fingers and move them inside her wet d ripping cunt hole. She said: "Put them in my pussy hole with your palm upward Bobby", she instructed.

Feel for a sport inside that isn't smooth. Find it and rub gently back and forth with your fingers", she said and then moaned when he found it.

Then she told him to move his face down and begin to lick her clit. While his mouth worked her clit, his fingers worked her 'G' spot. It was glorious!! His fingers rubbed her "G" while his mouth sucked her clit. Jane exploded with a huge orgasm and continued to cum and climax until she had to stop him. "She pulled him up to her mouth and kissed and kissed hi. Then she held him and whispered: "that was special Bobby. You are learning so good and so fast baby! Mommy loves that so much. From now on we will have to have you do that a few times a day, if I can handle it that is. Man baby I'm exhausted!! You did a great job and deserve a rewards now."

Then she brought him off with her hand and mouth. When they fell asleep his cock head was still inside her mouth and she would suck every few seconds even in her sleep, sort of like a baby who sucks his mother tit as he is falling asleep.

During the night Bobby woke her with his tongue licking inside her cunt. When his mom woke up she was almost there; almost about to orgasm. Bobby teased her now and moved up fast and sank his young hard cock into her hole with one shove. 

Jane arched her back and lifted them both up off the bed climaxing almost immediately when she felt his hard dick move into her. Bobby lifted her legs and them with his strong arms he bent them over her head. He held them over her head and fucked her hard and fast driving them both up the bed until Jane's head was banging against the head board. He was like a savage this time. Jane loved it when he got like this. So wild and so good he just kept fucking her.

Ramming into his mother again and again, he arched his back and slammed his cock as deep as he could into her hole. Jane felt him bottom out. He had grown some since this had all started. Over and over and over again he fucked her like that. Pulling her back down each time her head hit the head board, 

Jane urged him on saying: "Yes, baby! That's it fuck your mother, make her your lover. Fuck her like she needs to be fucked. Show her you are the man of the house baby. Fuck her until she screams Bobby. Give her what she needs and what you need. Fuck me baby! Fuck me!"

He moaned with hearing her words and he cried out as his cum began to flood his mother's womb and fill her cunt hole. She held him and kissed him anywhere she could touch with her mouth. They stayed like that until he drained his nuts of his cum and filled her tunnel completely. They were covered with their wetness from the workout. Their hips and legs were covered with his cum and her juices but they didn't move. In fact they fell asleep with his cock still inside her ht wet cunt.

The morning came and it was a repeat performance except he didn't stop and she had a set of really wonderful orgasm from his lovely mouth! She just couldn't believe it. Bobby at his young age had satisfied her like no man had ever done. Jane was totally drained and completely satisfied from his love making.

The phone ran about noon and it was Bonnie. Before she could ask when Bobby was coming over Jane informed her that Bobby wouldn't be coming over for two months. One month for each cum he gave her. She yelled and told Bonnie that she had cheated and that would not be allowed. They had a big fight and she slammed the phone down. 

When Jane returned to the bed she took Bobby's hand and they showered, ate breakfast and returned to the bed where Jane took control and knelt between her son's legs and sucked him off until he came in her mouth! Then she moved up and shared the cum with him. Again they fell back asleep.

One day Jane got him to sit on the floor at her feet and made him hold a skein of wool while she wound the ball. She had on stocking and noting else. She used her foot and rested it between his legs. Her toes were pressing against his cock. Jane smiled when she felt him grow below her foot. He was looking directly between her open legs and watching her pussy open and close as she moved and spread her legs and moved her feet. 

By the time Jane had finished the ball of wool he was fully erect. As he sat there with nothing on she told him to open his thighs and masturbate for her awhile she watched. As he got close to cumming she stopped him and told him to stand up beside her. With her hand she gripped his dick and felt his cock and balls as she cupped them in her hand. It was so hard! 

Jane hadn't brought him off since the other day. He was throbbing and she actually felt a little sorry for him standing there shaking with his young lust. So she told him to go and lie down on their bed. A few minutes later Jane went to the bedroom and sat on the bed beside him. He was so big and hard! Jane took his throbbing dick in her hand and stroked him until he his pre-cum was running out the hole. Then she stopped and told him to fuck her.

And fuck her he did. Again he went wild and he drove his cock into her until they both climaxed together. There was so much cum it again flooded her pussy and coated her thighs and pelvis. She smiled thinking: "How wonderful for a young ma. He can get so hard so fast and cums so much. I love this so much I want him all to myself."

It was then that Jane began to think of how she could get him tom leave Dhea and stay with her all the time.

Another day Jane took him to the ocean. She hired a beach hut and brought a picnic with them. After his first swim in the morning he was drying himself in the beach hut when she came in and closed the door. She then began to help him slip off his suit and she started to dry him. When she came to his cock she was a bit vigorous because he came into her mouth that just covered his cock head before he began to shoot his sperm.

They had their picnic and in the afternoon he wanted another swim. He told his mother how beautiful he looked in her little black bikini. She went with him and they swam together. Jane playfully grabbed him between the legs and it was so small and soft! He tried to touch her and soon they were locked in an embrace that looked like they were fucking. They were. She had pulled his suit down and dick was out. She pulled the strings of her bikini bottom and soon he was inside her. They water bubbled around them as the cum floated to the top. They held the embrace and kissed until his cock deflated and fell out of her hole. Then they dressed and went to the beach. 

Back in the beach hut the dried off. When he was naked and drying himself she was sitting on a chair and couldn't help reaching out and pulling him on to her knee. He sat there with his arm round her neck. He had the towel round his waist and Jane slid her hand up under it. 

"Oh mom, your hand feels so warm", he moaned when she squeezed his soft dick.

It was so soft, all shrunk from the cool water. But it soon slowly grew under her talented hand and he leant back against her turning his head and began sucking one of her tits. It wasn't long before he told her he was going to cum. She turned him around and he went between her legs as she lifted up and straddled him this time. She guided his already dripping hard cock into her cunt and he came in less that a minute filling her with his warm thick cum.

The next night was bath night and again Jane was helping him dry off. She was sitting on the edge of the tub, her legs open to let him see her entire nude body and she just threw the towel away, put her left hand on his tight little bottom and pushed him gently towards the edge of the bath tub. With her right hand she masturbated him and put his cock head in her mouth and sucked his cock until he was yelling he was going to cum. Jane held him and jerked him off as he shot everything into the bath tub. His mom felt that it was so lovely to watch that happen. Ropes of cum flying in the air falling into the tub! So hot to her she rubbed her pussy like a slut in heat with her free hand. 

Then she cleaned his cock with her mouth, took his hand and they went to the bedroom where she laid back and directed her son to lick her pussy and made her cum a few times. When she sucked his cock again and got him hard they fucked until he collapsed on top of her drained. She was full again!

The last day of her week, well Bonnie's week, was almost over. It was lovely having him in bed again with his loving mother every night. As soon as they got in the bed Jane though she would never stop cumming from his new skills of lick her clit and fingering her "G". It was marvelous. Bobby had listen and leaned very well.

Jane woke in the middle of the night and felt his hand between her legs and two fingers working her hole slowly and gently trying to bring her off just as she woke. She didn't stop him she just laid back and enjoyed his touch. She was lying on her back and her legs parted automatically each time he would touched the top of her pussy slit. After a while his mom reached for his cock and they brought each other off again with their hands. She love touching and being touched until she came.

Morning came and she was ready to get up. But not Bobby, he wanted it again. So they kissed and cuddled a bit and soon he was between her legs and licking her pussy and fingering her hole. He seemed to love the new skills he had learned and it proved to be great for Jane. But, after a while of licking and fingering her to a couple orgasms, now she need his cock in her cunt not his fingers. 

So they fucked and they both came again. Jane was surprised she came so hard after cumming twice before. \

Her son had slept with her every night for the past two weeks, one week was hers one week was Bonnie's week. The first week she was the aggressor licking and sucking his cock. Then when her period ended he became the aggressor except for that one night she demanded him to be the sub. But it was worth it to Bobby because his mother had taught him the proper way to lick a pussy and stimulate her "G" with his fingers. Jane knew her son had become an even better lover now. And now it was over and Bobby was going to Dhea's house in the morning.



Training Ch. 17



When Bobby left for Dhea's house to spend the week with her, his mother was sad. She would really miss him and that hard young cock of his while he spent the week with his Asian woman fucking her brains out like he had done to his mother the past week. Yes, Jane would really miss the really morning and after noon fuckings she received each day. And, then at night she would miss his love making into the early hours of the morning using his mouth and tongue on her wet throbbing pussy. This would be a very long week for Jane. 

Each day her thoughts drifting back to her son and the wonderful loving sex they had again and again. She closed her eyes and all she could do was imagine what it would be like to experience Bobby taking control of her and have him become a real dominate session with her as his sub. Actually, this was happening more and more with him, he love being in control of the sex now. He was now becoming the teacher more than the student most night.

Again and again with each hour that passed in the day all she could think about and felt was the warmth rising up inside her vagina overcoming her brain with lust and need. Jane couldn't help but slide her hand across her breasts, finding that her nipples had become very hard. She licked her fingers and then started to outline her breast slowly swirling the wet finger around her hard nipple. It felt so good thinking of her son doing that to her with his mouth, his wonderful talented mouth around her other nipple sucking and licking it. 

She knew that her thoughts of Bobby fucking Dhea like he had fucked her all the week before were taking her to a place she never wanted to leave. She wondered if Dhea loved being fucked by her boy as much as she did. She wondered if Dhea's body went wild on her son's face as she sat on his mouth and let Bobby work on her vagina and clit. God she missed his mouth so much and it was only the first day of the week without him.

As Jane concentrated on the sex she had with her son she slid her hand down her belly slowly, just reaching the top of her G-string, it was the only thing she wore now. Thinking to herself she whispered her son's name and said in a low voice: "I wish Bobby were here to see this little G string for panties I have on. I wish I had showed him it before he left and maybe he wouldn't have gone. Especially, if I told him that was all I was going to wear while he was home. "

She knew how much Bobby loved to have her body available to his touch and view. She knew how much he loved to come up behind her and cup her big breasts and pinch the nipples. Or, to have him just bend her over and take her as she placed her hands on the arm of the sofa or kitchen table made her cunt drip with anticipation. 

Thinking of how it felt when he pushed his very hard cock into her from behind she knew she had to relieve her sexual need, she needed to cum again!! It was like she never got enough of an orgasm now unless Bobby was inside her pumping away! She masturbated at least threw times a day while Bobby wasn't in the house with her.

Slowly she spread her long shapely legs slightly, just enough to allow her hand between them. She used her fingers to outline the edges of the G-string with her finger so that they were just slightly under the fabric on both sides. Jane could feel the heat inside her hole, and she felt her clit start to twinge and throb. She knew there was no turning back. She had to relieve her sexual urges again today for the forth time. God how she wanted her son to be home, o she could use his young o get that relief instead of her fingers.

Quickly, she ran her hand over the top of her G string and down under it. She marveled at how hard and thick her clit had become these day. She lightly massaged it, imagining that it was her son's hand touching her there. Jane found herself wanting more, so she slid down her pretty little pink G-string, kicking it off her legs. Immediately she opened her legs wide and used her fingers to start to slide up and down her already wet pussy lips. "Oh God I am so fucking horny", she moaned as her fingers came into contact with her heat! 

She wanted so much for Bobby now even to let him know what thinking about him does to her. She slowly parted her swollen cunt lips with her other hand and just teased the area around her sloppy wet opening. God her pussy was so wet now, aching to be entered and wishing that her son was here to put his dick inside her. As she worked her pussy, how she longed to feel his soft wet tongue there tasting her and knowing that it was him that caused this sweet wetness. 

Jane couldn't resist her thoughts any longer so she got up from her bed and got out her "purple friend" out of her desk next to the bed. She turned on the vibrating cock, knowing that it was a poor substitute for the young man she wanted to fuck her over and over forever. Jane lay back and slid the vibrator up and down between her wet lips and just let it enter slightly into her pussy spreading her lips wide and touching the pink insides. She could feel the toy stretching her just a little as she worked to get use to the thickness. 

She found herself getting more and more excited knowing what she was doing was a bit naughty for a mother. Visions of taking her son's hard cock into her mouth and circling the head of his hard dick with her tongue now entered her brain and she rubbed her clit with more pressure with her thumb as she pushed the toy deeper n her needy cunt.. How she wanted Bobby to be here with her, how much she wanted to feel his hands touching and caressing her body and his mouth and tongue licking her everywhere and his cock ready to give her all that she needed and wanted.

She imagined how good his hard cock would feel penetrating her as she quickly thrust the vibrating cock deeper into her aching pussy. Jane felt a tingle rise from within as the vibration of the cock entered her deeper. She continued to thrust it inside her hole as she raised her hips, grinding her pussy into each thrust. All she could do was close her eyes and imagine that it was her son fucking here so passionately and so hard. She used both hands to really thrust it and pump it into her hole like her soon would use his dick.

Jane wanted to whisper to him saying: "Make me cum Bobby! Fuck me hard and make me cry, beg for your cum."

Her thoughts of him were bringing her to the point of near climax. She could hear the voice inside her saying "I want to cum all over your cock Bobby. Show mommy how much cum you can put into her pussy. Fuck me Bobby, fuck me"

As she felt the vibrations jolting through her body Jane could imagine him looking into her eyes as she held on tight to him feeling his young cock drive deep into her womb and give her pleasure like no other man had ever done. Releasing her arousal and letting the orgasm shutter through her, Jane felt her legs trembling, her heart pounding and her pussy clenching around the vibrating cock. A rush of satisfaction came over her as she whispered to herself: "Oh yes! I am Cumming Bobby. Give me your cum. shoot it into me baby! Give mommy your seed. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

As she did she exploded, with the final thrust of the toy. Her legs quaking as she just laid there wishing that Bobby knew what she had just done because of her thoughts of him. Jane wanted so badly for him to be able to kiss her pulsating pussy now and taste her sweet cum that was all due to him. She wanted to kiss his mouth and feel his wet tongue and whisper in his ear: "Thank you baby for making me feel so good". 

With the toy all the way in her hole, Jane left it there and when she opened her eyes she realized that she was all alone and her heart dropped. Anxious for their next meeting she finally rose from her bed to jump on her computer to type out what happened and how she climaxed for him to read so that he would know that even though he was miles away, he had made her day today like everyday.

But, when she was done cumming and had regained some breath she removed the toy from her vagina and instead of getting up, she slept long and hard. The sexual urge and need somewhat satisfied she didn't wake for a long time. 

When she woke she could still smell her sex from the night before. Her brain immediately went back to her son and what he looked like in the morning still sleeping with his dick straight up in the air as she laid next to him. Now remembering what she did for him each day, she licked her lips and began to become excited again for his dick in her mouth and then in her pussy.

She got up and walked to the shower all the time thinking of that beautiful hard cock of her son. Trembling she turned on the shower. Jane was still stricken with her cum and both fear and excitement from thinking of Bobby in control over her. She climbed into the shower. The warm water rushing over her body somehow easing her tension but did nothing for her sexual needs. Jane had it badly; she was hooked completely on her son's cock.

The warm, wet pressure felt so good since every muscle in her body was sore from the constant contractions of her body cumming over the last few days with him. "God I miss him so much and it's just the start of the week he has with Dhea", she said to herself.

Her legs now weak, she started to lather up with the soft creamy soap. Her hands felt so good gliding over every inch of her aching body. With the warm water running over her, she washed her pussy, massaging gently because it was sore from the toy that never stopped fucking her until she pulled it out of her hole. 

Thoughts of Bobby, and hearing his voice began to creep into her mind. Jane could almost hear him telling her exactly what he expected of her, and the thought of this excited her immensely. She felt her sore pussy begin to twinge again and while she tried to resist the urge to increase the pressure of her hand as she was washing every inch of her pussy with her soap covered hand, the need grew more and more. 

Her mind flashing back to what Bobby had said just before he left for Dhea's home: "I expected an email describing to me what you've done in the shower or bed or any other place or masturbate each day when you think of me. I want you to masturbate mom, often, everyday and do it while you think of me and you together making love. Do it each and every time you even think of me for a moment. I want you tired and in great need of me fucking you when I come home mom."

Her heart started pounding knowing that she had better not disappoint him, because of what he might do to her if she disobeyed. He might leave her and stay with Bonnie or Dhea. She reached overhead and removed her shower massage from its cradle. Jane held it up to her chest letting the warm water trickle all over her now hard nipples and firm breasts. Jane's nipples ached as they became harder and harder. Her whole body trembled at the thought of having to bring herself to orgasm once again as demanded by Bobby. 

By now she was aching from thinking of her son's cock and from having cum so hard last night. The mere moments before she stepped into the shower she had remembered Bobby and what he did to her in the shower the last time they were together. She smiled and touched her pussy and ass holes with her fingers. They throbbed for more attention. But, Jane knew if she did not do as Bobby directed he would be very upset with her and she thought to herself: "If I think I am feeling sore now, just wait until Bobby gets back and get a hold of me and use his dick to fuck me."

She knew he would deny her sex if she didn't masturbate for him daily while he was gone. She couldn't stand it if he didn't fuck her while he lived in her home. It was hard when he was away, but not to be able to have him as often as she needed it when he was back home was just to much to ask of her. So she knew she had to masturbate and then tell her son about it right after drying off by sending him an E-mail of what she did and how she did it. 

It was a new game they played while he was with one of the other women. It helped to ensure she was working her body while she was thinking of him. He had the other women do the same thing. They were all to masturbate while thinking of him making love to them when he wasn't with them.

Closing her eyes and leaning up against the wall of the shower, Jane guided the water from the shower massage, aiming it directly against her clit. As she pulled the hood back exposing all of her clit the pressure was so intense that it stung as it was pulsating against her now swollen sore clit. Jane had to turn the pressure to a much lower setting in order to continue. The water was now trickling against her pussy in a slow steady stream. Warm water tricking against her sex giving her an intense sense of pleasure, it felt so good. 

Jane felt her body begin to shake as she let out a soft moan. She spread her legs on the side of the tub and squatted with her back leaning up against the wall and she gave into the sensations that were over taking her. She smiled wondering how she looked squatting so the water could hit all of her cunt. "I wonder, would Bobby like to watch me one day do this for him? I bet I look so slutty! I bet I look so nasty squaring here with my legs wide open and my pussy being stimulated taking the water and making me cum", she wonder. 

Jane pulled the shower curtain to the side and looked at herself in the mirror. She smiled. The way she was positioned in the tub made her look very sexy and very erotic. Yes, she was sure her son would love to watch her masturbate for him this way. 

The water made her imagine it was her son's soft wet tongue adoring the fact that he was licking the pussy that he had made sore with his cock. She felt the tremor in her entire body, and she could not resist. As she watched herself she started to cum.  

Jane turned up the pressure on the shower massage to increase this painful pleasure. And she screamed with joy as she climaxed once again thinking of her son and his cock.

As she began to rinse off she realized that she had just spent too much time in the shower and that she needed to hurry or she would be late writing her e-mail.

She jumped out of the shower and rushed to get dressed. It was then that she heard a beep on her phone indicating that she had a new message. It was from Bobby. The sound of his voice sent shivers up her spine, making her glad that she did not disobey him. She did as he told her and she had a great orgasm in the shower. 

Jane threw on her robe and headed for computer. She rushed in the room knowing that Bobby expected an email from her. Jane settled behind the computer uninterrupted and began to write her experiences in the shower for her son. She wanted to describe all of her feelings and make sure he knew it was him that had made her cum so hard. She told him she would love to show him how she did it when he got him. She said she would love to have him watch her cum. She knew Bobby loved to see a woman orgasm.

Her heart dropped when I heard her cell phone beep again. She picked it up; it was a text message from Bobby and he was upset that she had not sent him his email on time. Jane started to shake inside knowing that she was bound to be in trouble. So she hurried up and wrote him the email trying to explain and follow his orders. As she finished the email, she took a deep breath before hitting the send button hoping that Bobby would be pleased with the message. 

Then she was anxiously waiting to hear his response tonight, afraid that he might still be upset with her for not sending it out on time. She had been as nasty in her details as she could be, using the words he loved to hear from her like fuck and suck and cunt and cock. She told him things no one else knew about her and her toy and her sexual needed for her son. She hoped he would like how she felt and would hurry home at the end of the week.

Meanwhile Bobby was at Dhea's home for the week. He was enjoying lying in bed with her, and marveling at this beautiful Asian lady who he got to fuck every third week. Last night was a night of what he felt was in-creditable sex with her and now he had been awaken by the pressure of her lips around his cock head sucking on it while his hand worked his shaft up and down. "Damn," he was thinking, "she is so very good at this. And, when I look down and see her beautiful face it makes it even better."

She sucked him each morning and always ate his seed. But today Bobby was reading the text his mother had just sent him. She was telling him she was sorry she was late with her e-mail. But, she told him why and what she had done to her body in the bed room and shower this morning as she was honking only of him and how he touched her and fucked her after licking her pussy. The text was very erotic and it only served to help with his need to cum. Dhea was going to get a real mouth full today, and he was so close.

He could almost see his mother's image masturbating as she had her eyes closed and her legs spread wide in the bathtub. She would be squatting as she ran her fingers in and out of her cunt faster and faster trying to get that last feeling she always need in order to make herself cum. 

He loved to see his mom just like that, squatting thrusting her fingers into her cunt in such heat, needing to orgasm so badly

But today Bobby couldn't decide if he wanted to watch his young Asian lover suck his cock and drink his seed or to read what his mother had done while Dhea sucked his cock. It was decided for him by Dhea's talented mouth. He moaned and couldn't hold back. Dhea pumped his shaft faster and faster with one hand as she cupped and nested his balls in her other hand, cupping them in her palm she rolled them gently around stimulating them and her young lover more. He moaned again and arched his hips up off the bed and began to fill her talented mouth with his warm thick cum. She smiled up at him as she felt the shot enter her mouth. She could taste it and her yes shined with lust as she drank his cum.

When she was done and was sure Bobby was drained she licked and began to clean him with her mouth licking his cock and balls. Then she moved up and lay with him still holding and stroking his now deflating cock. "God Dhea you are so good at that I could wake up every day with your lips around my cock head and your soft hands on my cock and balls."

She smiled and moved to him kissing him hard on the lips. "I'm here to please you baby and make you cum all week. If one day you want me to stay with you every day of every week just say it and I will be there for you. I want you to fill me with your cum each day we are together. Fill me as often as I can get you hard my young lover. I adore your cock and your cum" she whispered in his ear as she licked it.

He could taste his own cum on her lips but that didn't worry him he had tasted and actually licked his cum from all three pussies of the women lovers he now had as his own. Each woman had their strong points to consider if he ever decided to have just one. But now he had the best of all worlds, he was young and the women loved their weeks with him.

Bobby knew Bonnie was his trainer but now he was as good as she was, so the training was over and he was now her equal. She loved his youth and how hard he got and how quickly he recovered to fuck her again and again. 




Training Ch. 17



Bonnie was much more daring and adventurous then the others but more demanding too. Her body was super with large tits, a firm ass and long legs and a beautiful face. But, she was also not a one man woman and eventually she would stray and want a new lover. Bobby was sure of it. So he would use her and she would use him until she decided it was over or he would.

Now Dhea was the youngest and the most beautiful. She was a young Asian woman who would do anything he asked of her sexually. He smiled thinking: "Hell every guy should have a young Asian woman. They are so submissive and always ready to please and hungry for sex especially with a guy that has a bigger cock than the average guy."

Dhea was his first choice and he would always want to be with her over the others if he had to pick one woman. Her body was small but so perfect in size. Her face had no marks at all on it and she had skills with her pussy that the other two ladies didn't have. Whoever trained her when she was even younger than she was now did a great job. She could make Bobby crazy with lust with the way she moved her lower body as he fucked her. And her pussy would grab his cock and milk it and milk it as he laid there letting her do most of the work. And the blow jobs were spectacular too each morning without him asking. The only woman who was better was his mother Jane.

But Bobby didn't know that Dhea was only using him to get knocked up and have a kid. She wanted permanent residence in the USA and she felt Bobby would be her best bet for staying. Surely Bobby and/or his mother would do anything to keep the child in the USA. Once she had the baby and maybe even married bobby she would be set. But even if she didn't marry Bobby she would be allowed to stay in their home and take care of the kids while Bobby and his mom both worked to support her and the kid. She had feelings for Bobby but that wasn't as important as her plan for the future.

Finally, Jane was his mom and she loved him with all her heart. She had Bobby when she was 18 and was still young and beautiful and so very excited about having sex again with a man, her son. No matter what he did now or in the future she would always be there for him. She loved his cock and let him fuck her in any hole he wanted. She was always there for him cooking and cleaning and giving all of herself, more than the other two. 

Jane had already told him she would do and be whatever he wanted of her, including his slave if he wanted her to be. He had gained control over her now and she did his bidding sexually without question. And, she was in their home so whenever he needed anything she was always ready and there to serve him. She did things for him to entice and stimulate him everyday that the other women never did. 

To Bobby, Jane was his special lady and would be regardless of how old they got. He would never leave her completely but as he got odder he knew and so did she that Bobby would find a girl, they would fall in love and marry. But, even then he would visit his mother and have sex with her. She so loved her son and Bobby loved her for her fantastic body and being his mom! 

He texted his mom telling her that he wanted her to take photos of herself as she masturbated and that tomorrow she should use the 10 inch dildo he had put in her panties draw as a surprise. She was to use all of it, getting it all into her cunt and then show Bobby what she did and how she came. She agreed and then Jane went to work as Bobby rolled over and moved between Dhea's legs. She had opened them for him and now he was at home licking and sucking her pussy to repay her for his blow job.

Dhea closed her eyes and enjoyed her lover's mouth on her sex. She knew when he was done eating her; Bobby would fuck her and fill her cunt again with his cum. She couldn't understand why she wasn't knocked up by now, after all it had been four months, That was 5 different weeks she had Bobby fuck her and cum in her many times in those five weeks. Dhea was beginning to wonder if Bobby was fertile or if she was having problems. If she wasn't this month she would see a doctor and find out.

Now as she spread her thighs wider and took his hard young cock guiding it into her hole she smiled at him and told him: "Fill me baby! Let me feel your cum fill me up. I want you to fuck me and cum in me so badly Bobby. God how I love the way you fuck me."

Bobby smiled down at her and slowly pushed his dick into her tunnel. He loved the way she moved as he began to fuck her she fucked him back and locked his cock deep inside her womb!! How wonderful to have her work her hips and pelvis and fuck Bobby like no other woman ever did. He was really hooked on her motions and her body!



Training Ch. 18



The week was over that Bobby had spent with Dhea and he came home on Sunday afternoon. Before he left he had finished screwing Dhea one last time and filling her with his cum. 

He couldn't understand why Dhea did what she did every time they finished fucking. She was doing it again today as he showered. Dhea lay on her back two pillows under her lovely ass with her legs over her head trying to keep his cum in her body. Unbeknown to him she did this so it would mate with her egg and form a baby she so desperately wanted. Bobby just felt it was silly. He kissed her goodbye and went home. Meanwhile Dhea would lay there for a half an hour keeping his warm thick young cum inside her cunt.

As Bobby came into the house he heard his mother before he saw her. She was in her bedroom, completely nude and doing what Bobby had directed her to do. Jane was working the big 10 inch dildo into her pussy and taking photos of what she was doing. Her large breasts swayed back and forth and up and down as she fucked her pussy on the toy! Her long shapely legs were wide open and her ass arched some to make it easier to get the long toy into her hole.

Bobby watched as his mom masturbated with the toy and finally got the entire toy into her body. He loved how she looked when she was so worked up. And seeing her nude and masturbating was always one of his favorite things to see. With just the end of the toy held with her two fingers Jane took the last photo showing her son she had actually gotten 9+ inches into her hole. 

As she lay there he stood in the doorway and watched as she pulled a little out very slowly. She didn't see her son standing there watching hr fuck herself. "Oh God that feels so good going in or coming out", she said to no one.

When there was about 2 inches left when she took another photo. This one showed the toy all wet from her juices and just the last couple inches still inside her pink hole. Then she pushed it back into her pussy and slowly worked it in and out, in and out, taking photos all the while. She lifted her ass up and slid a thicker pillow under her ass lifting it even higher and again began to work the toy in and out of her hole.

Bobby stood there and watched as his mother began to feel the pleasure more and more as she fucked herself with it. As she continued to fuck her cunt Bobby didn't say a word, he just watched her masturbating faster and faster. When she was almost there she closed her eyes and opened her mouth and arched her back when he yelled: "Stop!! Don't cum mom. Let me finish you off."

Jane's head turned quickly to see her son standing in the doorway. She let go of the toy and looked at him. He smiled and said: "I'll finish you off my love, let your son make you cum. It will feel better if someone else makes you cum. It always feels better when someone else touches you and works on your body and makes you cum, don't you think mom? Now let me make you cum and feel so good."

Jane did as she was directed and watched as he moved up on the bed and got behind her. He slid his legs around her sides and pulled her up into a sitting position and into his arms. He turned her head and kissed her lovingly and very passionately. She still had the dildo in her pussy hole about half way and Bobby held her and kept kissing her. The feeling of it in her tunnel made her moan as he kissed her and gave her his tongue.

She lay back against his chest resting her upper body against his. He slid his left arm around her and held her tightly. Her face lifted up to his and he bent down and kissed her again and again sharing tongues and just making gentle love as the toy moved around inside her cunt. 

Bobby hugged her and whispered: "Use your hand mom and lift your left breasts up to my lips so I can suck your nipple."

She cupper her firm heavy breast and lifted it as Bobby bent his mouth to her nipple. "OH yes my baby! Suck mommy's nipple. Nurse on it. Suck it and love it Bobby! I miss that so much when you are way. Suck my baby boy, nurse on me. Suck and lick me as long as you want. Oh Bobby!"

Bobby held her tight and let his mouth and tongue lick and suck his mother's breast. He sucked around the nipple and over it and directly on it. His lips left red marks all around her firm nipple as he sucked. He cupped her tit with his own hand now and she lifted her arm up and around his head and pulled him down gently so he could take more of her tit into his mouth.

Jane had very nice breasts 38 D just like Bonnie's tits. But his mother had almost no sag and her nipples were much larger and thicker and Bobby loved to make them as hard and long as they got. He spent a long time hold her tit in his hand and nursing on the nipple before moving his hand down her body and between her open legs. 

Bobby could feel the huge amount of heat coming off her pussy and he felt her wetness and the toy stuck up her hole. He slowly pushed it all the way back in and heard his mother moan with pleasure. He kept the toy fully embedded in his mother cunt as he sucked her tit. 

Bobby then began to turn it around in her hole and then move it from side to side stimulating her clit and the inner walls of her pussy. His mother held him and said: "Oh Bobby I love when you take the time to really touch me and please me. Yes baby! That feels so good. Fuck me with it Bobby. Fuck your mommy with her toy. Make me cum baby!"

But Bobby had other pans for her. He very slowly began to pull it out of her body. As the toy came out inch by inch she sighed and moaned and kept telling her son how she loved what he was doing to her pussy. Bobby removed the toy completely and brought it to his mouth. He tasted her juices and then offered it to his mother. She sucked the end and licked her own cum.

Bobby watched as his mother sucked the toy like it was a real cock, He smiled and placed his fingers along the sides of her swollen pussy lips. His fingers were very talented and Bobby beginning to touch his mother's wet cunt. He moved his hand back and forth and around and his fingers never stopped touching or stroking her pussy everywhere. He could feel the lips spread wide in anticipation of her approaching orgasm.

Bobby had skills that any woman would love to experience. He slipped a finger down over the center of her pink inside and felt his mother arch as she attempted to get his finger into her cunt hole. Bobby simply stroked around the hole and teased it. Just the tip of his finger was running around the opening. It was driving her crazy. Then be moved the finger back up to her clit. He begins to gently tap on it. Tap, tap, tap, his finger never stopped. Jane mooned loudly: "OH GOD! Oh God! Oh God! That feels so good Bobby. Faster baby, tap it faster."

He held her tight with his one arm around her shoulder. She held her tit up for his mouth. Bobby used his other arm to move his hand down between his mother's open thighs and squeezed her pussy. His hand cupped it, all of it and he could feel the wetness and how fat and swollen her pussy was now. 

She told him how badly she needs something inside her hole. Jane was being tortured by her son but loved how he was working her body and her brain. She knew her orgasm would be wonderful when he let her have it.

Bobby used his thumb and fingers to spread her outer lips wider. Then he told her to hold them open for him. Jane complied immediately. He rocked his hand on her wet pink insides pushing in at different places and working her more and more. 

Again and again Jane thrust up as her sexual needs were taken higher and higher. His fingers were just out of reach of her cunt hole. He rubbed around it, and even went over it touching just the tip inside each time. Jane cried out more and more now telling him she needed to cum so badly!

Bobby just kept fingering the edge of his mother's hole or tapping her clit until Jane screamed out one last time and arched her ass up as she thrust her hips up off the bed. Her ass lifted up higher and higher and Bobby drove three fingers into her cunt hole hard and fast. 

Jane hung in the air mouth open but no sound came out! Her body fucked his hand and fingers hard and fast and she screamed again and again! She cried out as he surprised her. He pumped and thrust his fingers into her again and again and again, over and over and over, harder and harder and harder, faster and faster and faster until Jane climaxed and climaxed and climaxed.

Finally Bobby saw his mother squirt as her set of orgasms swept and screwed her entire body. Jane felt the wetness that felt like she was peeing. She couldn't believe it no one had ever made her squirt before. The orgasms were sensational and seemed to go on and on forever.

She collapsed against him when he finally let up and removed his fingers. They were soaking wet, so was his hand and arm. They were all covered with his mother cum juices. Jane fell against her son panting and heaving as her body was trying to catch her breath and recover for the massive set of orgasms that were the best she had ever had in her life. 

As she lay against him and Bobby let her fall back on the bed gently! He looked down at his mother seeing her eyes closed and her chest rising and falling quickly. God he loved to see her tits like that. He smiled knowing how well he had just gotten her off. Then he picked up the toy and slowly touched her clit and the top of her pussy slit. She moaned but didn't open her eyes. 

He lifted her leg up and over his head and shoulders. He placed the leg on the other side of his body and around his body. He looked down at her wet and still throbbing pussy. "I love your pussy mom, it's so wet and beautiful", he said.

She didn't answer him. His mother's hole was wide open and gapping as he touched it with the head of the toy! Jane moaned as she felt the toy slowly move into her hole about two inches.

Bobby pushed it in some more and then pulled it out. It was covered with her wetness. He pushed it back in and deeper. Jane arched her back a little as Bobby rotated it inside her tunnel. Then he pulled it out. Again it was dripping with her juices. He put it to his lips and tasted his mother's deep cunt juices. 

When he looked down at her she was watching him. He put the toy at her lips and she opened her mouth and began to suck on the toy! He smiled down at her. When he removed the toy he moved over her body and knelt in front of her. He lifted his mother's legs up on his shoulders. She watched as he moved up higher towards her until the head of his cock touched her opening. She reached down between her legs and took his hard cock in her hand.

Bobby was fully dressed and his mom was completely nude. His cock head was placed at the opening of her cunt hole. Bobby pushed and his cock slid into his mother cunt easy and fully with one shove. Jane was wide open and as wet as she had ever felt. She smiled up at her son and touched his face with her hand. 

Bobby held her legs up and began to fuck her now. He drove into her easy and slows at first but soon he was ramming his young tool deep and hard into his mother cunt. Fucking her hard and fast now Bobby needed to cum badly. Seeing his mother squirt and laying there fully nude and allowing him to do anything he wanted to her was driving him wild.

He pushed her legs back now so that her knees were pressed against her big tits and Bobby drilled down into her harder still. "Oh God Bobby! You're killing me", she moaned.

Bobby didn't reply he kept fucking her.

Harder!

Faster!

Ramming!

Thrusting! 

Pounding harder and faster he fucked his mother's cunt without mercy or without any compassion for her. He was fucking her like a machine. He was like an animal in heat mating with his mother. He was mad with lust and need. 

Again and again he pumped his dick into her hole. Driven by his sexual need his lust was at the boiling point. Bobby fucked his mother like he never had before. 

Still harder his youth and energy made his hips and pelvis move satisfying his desire for her body and moving him closer to his goal of cumming! It had taken over his ability for control and urged his lust and need on. His balls tight and slapping her ass her cries of being rammed and his grunting were the sounds that filled the room. Faster and faster his shaft was a blur as it raped her cunt. And then......and then........ 

Finally Bobby arched his back, lifted his head and cried out like the alpha male he had become. "Oh Fuck! I'm cumming! Fuck yes! Fuck yes!" he yelled loud enough for Bonnie the next door neighbor to hear.

His balls released a huge amount of cum and it felt like his cock head was exploding when the cum shot out of it and into his mother pussy. Shot after shot after shot pumped into Jane's body! She held him with her arms and let him finish. There was nothing she could do but hold on he was completely in charged. This was something new for her. 

Bobby was making her his woman, taking what he wanted, what he needed. He only wanted to cum!! She had never seen him like this before. He was totally in control and out of control too. All she could do was hold on as she felt his cock get thicker and even harder and it actually felt hotter inside her hole as she felt his cum fill her womb and totally explode into her sex cave. 

She loved how he took control and made her his woman. Now he had done to her what she knew she needed done, HARD LONG FUCKING. God she loved how it felt with him fucking her like no man had ever dared to try. And Jane loved it. She loved all of it. 

No man had ever made her squirt before, No man had fucked her raw and without any concern for her pleasure. Bobby had just taken his mother to a new sexual high and he had then taken from her what he needed to feel the same thing. 

As his cum finally finished slamming into her hole, Jane smiled as she felt him collapse on top of her. It was a good fucking for both of them. She was very happy they were together and she was more happy she was on the pill because if she wasn't Bobby would have a brother or sister or a son or daughter she was sure of it.

Jane held her son and let him lay on top of her for a long time. Finally she gently rolled him over and saw that he was asleep. His cock covered with their combined juices. She slid her arm over and around his stomach and placed her head on his shoulder as she cuddled with him. 

Her son was now her man and she was whatever he wanted her to be. She felt his cum slowly oozing out of her cunt and she put her hand between her thighs and touched her sore pussy hole with her fingers. Then she lifted her fingers and tasted their cum mixed together. She smiled as she knew she would have trouble walking later on but she also knew Bobby would lick her sore pussy and bath it with his tongue. She held her son and they slept.

When Bobby woke he watched his mom sleep. She lay there so beautiful he just watched her body as her chest rose and fell. Her nipples were hard and he saw the suck marks all around the left nipple. He worried how she would react when she woke and remembered how he had taken her so hard. Finally he got out of bed and stripped off his clothes. He smiled thinking he didn't even take the time to undress before fucking her this time.

Bobby marveled at how she always made him so horny, so hot for her. He went into the kitchen and made them both ice teas. Then he came back and took an ice cube in his fingers. He slowly ran it around the nipple as she woke up. She smiled at her son and lifted up to kiss him. Then she felt the cold on her nipple and watched as Bobby played with the cube and her hard red nipple. 

When she couldn't stand the cold any longer she pushed his hand away and Bobby covered her nipple with his lips. Se held his head and said: "That's much better baby! Suck my nipples don't freeze them."

Bobby smiled and Jane sat up, her pussy was sore. She told him that she needed a shower and they both went into the bathroom. Bobby walked behind her, he love to see her round ass swaying back and forth as she walked. He held her hips and walked pushing against her ass with his cock. She slapped his hip trying to get him away.

Once in the shower they washed each other and Bobby was especially careful to take care of washing her sore pussy. He knelt and lapped at it with the water almost drowning him. 

She let him lick her and wash her and then when they came out and dried off she sat straddling the toilet and with her pussy on the edge of the seat as Bobby lapped her outer lips some more. Finally Jane took her son's hand and they went to the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and Bobby put her feet up on the bed bending her knees. She opened her thighs wide for him. He knew what she wanted.

With great care he opened her thighs wider and applied some lotion to her red swollen cunt. He was so sorry for doing that to her. He said: "I'm so sorry mom! I didn't know I would make you so sore down there."

She touched his face and told him: "It's Ok Bobby in a day or two I'll be good as new. I know you were extremely upset and worked up and I guess you couldn't help it. God I have never been fucked like that before baby! You were an animal. But I liked it." 

He smiled and kissed her pussy tasting the lotion. Then he stood up and pulled her to him. He asked her: "Since your pussy is so sore mom can we do it later in the back?"

She said: "We'll see Bobby, you know I don't really like my butt fucked. Maybe I can suck you off instead."

"It's not really the same mom and in the morning I 'm going to Bonnie's house for the week. So I won't have a chance to do it with you again until next Sunday."

Jane held her son to her and he could feel those big tits and hard nipples pressing against his chest. She kissed his neck and then whispered in his ear: "I know baby! I will do anything you want including giving you my sore pussy again. After all I have the entire week to recover. But if you want you can fucked my tits or my rear or if you're easy, my pussy. But we will make you cum again before you go to Bonnie in the morning."

Bobby moved his face to his mother's and kissed her passionately and gently and very lovingly! They spent some time just holding each other and kissing and whispering things to each other. Finally they decided to go into the kitchen and eat dinner. Then she promised him she would come back to the bedroom and he could do what he wanted to her. She promised he would cum again which ever way he wanted the release.

Bobby couldn't decide if he wanted to fuck her ass or have her masturbate him with her tits and mouth. Both were a dream come true to a young teen. So while they ate he talked to her about which she would like better. He didn't want to hurt his mom again.

Jane smiled and opened her robe and let her breasts lay on the table in front of him. She watched his face and knew how much he loved her tits and those hard red nipples. Bobby used his thumb and index fingers to pinch and rolled her large red nipples. She said: "We can put your hard cock between my breasts Bobby and as you push I can lick your cock head. When you are ready to cum you can fuck my tits until you shoot your cum on my face and neck and tits or you can let my tits go and put your cock in my mouth and I'll suck you dry. What do you think of that?

Bobby was stunned by his mother's words. He had asked her to talk dirty but he was surprised she was saying the words like she was doing. He finally made her stand up and turn around. He bent her over and spread her ass cheeks as she spread her legs. He looked at her red pussy and then opened her ass cheeks more. He rubbed her ass hole and asked: "But I can fuck you back here can't I if I decide I wan to do that instead mom? Maybe we can start out with your tits and then I can do your ass. What do you think mom?"




Training Ch. 18



She stood up and smiled. Then she took his face in her hands and kissed him hard. When they broke the kiss she said: "I told you baby anything you want. I have all week to rest and recover once you are gone. Let's go to the bedroom and I'll let you decide. OK?"

He jumped up and took her hand. She laughed and said: "I'll take that as a yes."

Once in bed Bobby moved around and over her touching her everywhere and enjoying her body. He loved her tits but he also loved her ass and he knew how tight she was back there. Then he said: "Maybe we should start with your tits mom. But I got the KY out just in case I change my mind."

She laid back and said: "I'm all yours baby, do me how you want."

Bobby moved over her belly and straddled her ribs as she pushed her big tits together around his swollen cock shaft. It felt wonderful to him and Bobby started to push his hips back and forth making his cock move in and out between the two large globes. As he did his cock grew to its' full size.

Now each time he pushed his cock up between them his cock head stuck further out the top of his mother's tits. Bobby looked at her breasts and saw her nipples were huge!!! She like this he could tell. He felt the tip of his cock touching her lips now as he pushed all the way up between his mother's big tits.

Bobby watched as his mother opened her lips and he saw her tongue snaked out as she began to lick the tip of his cock head. Bobby moaned with pleasure. He pushed up and held his dick there so his mother could lick the head. She bent her head forward and took the entire head into her mouth. She started sucking it and it felt wonderful to him. 

Bobby looked down at his mother's beautiful face with her full lips locked around his cock head and her tongue playing with it. The rest of the shaft was hidden by her firm round breasts. He smiled down at her as he pinched and pulled on her nipples with his fingers. Then he pulled out and started to fuck her tits again.

He started to pump his hips back and forth shoving his hard young cock between his mother's breasts again. As he did that Bobby put two fingers in her mouth and Jane sucked on them wetting them. Then Bobby pulled his fingers out of her mouth and pushed his cock head back in. He took his wet fingers and started to rub his mother's nipples with his wet fingers while Jane sucked on his cock head.

It was the most erotic thing Bobby had ever seen. He placed his hands over both breasts and felt her hard nipples pressing against his palms. God her breasts were nice, so big he couldn't cover all of them with his hands. He squeezed again and again and Jane smiled saying: "God you really love my tits don't you baby! Feel them fucking your cock Bobby? Pull on my nipples I love that! 

He pumped back and forth again and again fucking his mom's tits and watching her mouth trying to capture his cock head again! He would fuck them for awhile for a while and then push up and let Jane take his cock head into her mouth and suck it for him. Then he would resume fucking her tits. It was glorious to Bobby to be doing this with his mother. 

Jane liked it to she was soaking wet. Her sore cunt was oozing her wetness dripping down the slit and over her ass hole. She wanted to tell him to fuck her but let him use her like he was doing.

Jane loved to please her son anyway she could and seeing the joy and pleasure on his face made her pussy throb with excitement. As Bobby's sexual hunger grew he began to fuck her tits faster and watched as the head of his cock came closer and closer to her mouth without Jane having to bend her head to suck him. She stuck out her tongue and they both felt the tip touch his pee hole. Then the head was lying on her tongue. His balls were rubbing on her chest and his cock was so hard and thick.

Bobby's mother watched his cock head go from pink to red to almost purple now and she knew he was going to cum very soon. She squeezed her tits tighter around his hard on as he thrust up between them. Then he shoved his cock up to her lips and said: "Suck it now mom!" 

She took his cock head in her mouth and Bobby he moaned. A few seconds later Bobby was pumping harder and his mother was sucking it as hard as she could. The pressure of her mouth was too much and finally he arched his back and the cock and her lips wrapped around it. Bobby began to cum.

As the first large shot of cum was flew out of Bobby cock as the head pushed out from her mouth and went over the top of her tits and his mother released her tits and Bobby knelt over them shooting his cum on her face, neck and all over her big tits.

Her nipples looked so red they almost looked like they were bleeding! He kept jerking his cock and the cum kept flowing out until the last couple drops dripped on her red nipple and laid there. He rubbed it in with his fingers.

He moved down and kissed her and tasted his cum again. She held him and spoon fed him some of his cum off her neck and tits. Bobby loved his mom very much and he moved over her body and started to suck and lick her breasts cleaning her tits and removing his cum. He continued to kiss and lick over and around her breasts and then he sucked her nipples as she held his head moving it from one breast to the other and then back again. Bobby let her move his face, all he did was continue to lick her tits and suck her nipples. He loved it and so did Jane.

Bobby just kept lick and finally when his mother released his head he kissed and licked his way down her belly over her pelvis and Jane spread her legs wide. Her son moved between them and buried his face on her pussy. Gently and easy and as soft as he could he began to lick his mother cunt. "Oh yes baby! Oh yes! That feels so good. Lick me! Bath my pussy with your wonderful tongue baby! Lick mommy's cunt for her."

Bobby smiled whenever his mother said mommy! But he never stopped his mouth and tongue and they felt so warm and good between Jane's legs. She could have let him lick her all day and night. "Yes, baby! That's it, Oh God Bobby that feels so good. Push your tongue into mommy's hole lick her insides too. Yes like that just like that!"

Bobby lapped away at the opening of his mother's sex, Jane used her fingers to spread her pussy lips a little and Bobby pushed his tongue deeper into her hole. "Yes", she hissed! Lick it baby! Lick mommy's cunt. Make it feel better. Lick it Bobby. Lick me and make me cum. Lick me!! OH fuck! Yes!"

Jane climaxed for the first time but Bobby didn't stop. He didn't use his fingers or anything else, just his mouth and tongue. Jane held her cunt lips open wider and Bobby bathed his mother pussy again and again and again. He just kept licking and then he sucked and Jane cried out and arched her ass up off the bed. Her hands grabbed her son's head and she humped and humped and humped his face fucking herself on his wonderful tongue. Until she had orgasm number two  

When she peaked with this orgasm she cried out: "OH FUCK YES BOBBY!"

Hearing her say fuck was very stimulating to him. Jane never used that word. But now she was cumming and cumming hard. She held his head tighter and told him: "Eat me! Eat your mother's fucking cunt Bobby. Yes!! Yes eat me baby!! Oh God it's so good, so good baby! Ohhhhhh God yes! Fuck yes Bobby it's so good."

Orgasm number three was the strongest yet. Bobby finally felt her hands release his head and he came up between his mother's open thighs and looked at her face. She smiled as her cum dripped off her son's lips and chin. She smiled at her son and said: "Fuck me Bobby, fuck your mother. She needs fucking so badly. Put your big dick in mommy's cunt and fuck her hard. Cum in mommy baby! Mommy needs cum in her cunt. FUCK ME NOW BOBBY!"

Bobby asked her about being sore and Jane lifted up and told him: "I want your cock in my pussy Bobby, now fuck me, fuck your mother one last time before you leave for her house."

She meant Bonnie but wasn't going to say her name. 

Bobby moved up and pushed his hard cock into his mother's hole. He started to fuck her and she started to fuck him back. It was raw and hard and unbelievably good for both of them. It didn't take long for bobby or Jane to cum. His mother wrapped her long athletic legs around his strong young body and she humped up into him as he thrust down into her. They screamed and rolled around on the bed and then they climaxed together. It was exhausting for both of them.

After the sex he collapsed on top of his mother and they lay there with her stroking his back and him kissing her neck. Just them the phone rang. They let it go to the recorder. It was Bonnie and she was saying: "Bobby you can't come over tonight baby! I have company until Tuesday. So I'll look for you on Tuesday morning when you get up. OK? Talk with you then. Just come in the back door on Tuesday I'll be in my bed waiting for you all fresh and clean and ready for your cock. Talk with you then. So remember don't come over tonight or Monday. I'll see you on Tuesday. Bye. "

Bobby looked at his mom and smiled. Then he said: "Maybe we should shower and then I'll bath your pussy again with my tongue mom. I know you are still sore."

Jane hugged him and just held him close to her, they had two more nights to help relieve her soreness or make it worst!



Training Ch. 19



Bobby was looking out the window of his room. It was the window same one that faced Bonnie's back yard. It was the same window where he first saw her sunbathing and masturbating while he watched her. It was where he first got a look at her large breasts for the first time. 

He remembered that it was such a small bikini she wore each day and from where he was standing above her he could look straight down between her cleavage and imaging how it would look if she didn't have that top on. He could also see her adjusting her bottom and sometimes she would lift the top and he could see down to her pussy hair. It stimulated him like no other female had ever done. This one was real not in a magazine. This one was older and more mature and was built like a dream to this young teenager.

Then one day when she saw him looking at her she smiled up at him and slowly removed the top of her bikini showing him all of her tits. She lifted them and examined them feeling them up and making her nipples hard and long. Bobby jerked off day after day looking those bit tits and red nipples and watching Bonnie tease him and drive him wild with lust. I mean can you imagine how a teen boy would react to seeing the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in real life showing him her body and touching herself? He exploded every day after school cumming all over his hands and the window and wall. 

"This is where it all started", he said to himself.

Bobby stood there for a while and grabbed his crotch thinking of how Bonnie looked that day. He was waiting for his mother to call him into the shower so they could wash each other and continue the day of sex they were having. But as his brain drifted back to that day with Bonnie he sort of forgot about his mom.

Then he heard her call him but just as he was going to turn around and head to the shower with him mom he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Bonnie was walking out to the lounge chair in her small bikini with a guy, a huge guy. He must have been every bit of 6'4" and looked like a weight lifter, huge shoulders, arms and thighs and he was dressed in a bathing suit that was pushed way out in front of him. Bobby was thinking Bonnie has company alright and the guy looks like he had a huge cock.

So Bobby smiled and said to himself: "What the hell? I think I'll stay here and watch for a bit."

As he watched Bonnie sat in the chair and then lay back putting her legs up so she was stretched out. The guy sat next to her and ran his hands up her arms and over her shoulders as he bent down to kiss her. She stroked his thigh as he did it. Bobby could see his big cock jump moving the suit. Then the guy smiled at her and cupped both of her big breasts in his hands. He had huge hands too. Bobby was amazed at the size of this guy. "He must play football or something he is a giant" he mumbled.

He watched as the man played with Bennie's tits and then lifted the top up over them and over her head. Completely nude down to her flat belly now the guy smiled at her and bent his head down and sucked on the nipples. Bobby remembered how it felt to do the same thing. Bobby's cock grew as he watched the guy mall her big tits and stimulated her nipples with his mouth and tongue. God she had nice breasts.

Finally Bobby began to rub his cock on the outside of his shorts. That's all he had on since he had been fucking his mother all morning! He watched as the guy hooked his fingers in the sides of Bonnie's bottoms and she lifted up as he pulled them down her thighs and off her feet. Bobby stroked his cock harder squeezing it and pulling on it while it was still under his shorts.

Now completely nude she opened her legs and the guy ran his hand up and down her inner thighs cupping her pussy like Bobby had done o hr in that very chair. Bobby knew Bonnie would be wet and he grabbed his cock as he watched this new man masturbate Bonnie with his big fingers and hands. Bobby could see Bonnie was growing more and hotter with the minutes that passed. The guy's fingers and hand were wet from her juices. Bobby knew that Bonnie had some juice. He could see her rubbing his large lump in his bathing suit. "God he looks huge", Bobby was thinking.

Finally the guy stood up and Bonnie pulled his suit down slowly releasing his big dick. Bobby sucked in a breath when he saw the large thick cock come popping out over the top. The guy was a giant everywhere including between his legs too!

She took his cock in her two hands and had still a few inches      that stuck out over them. She pulled him towards her as she opened her mouth and took his cock head and licked it a few times with her tongue. Then she sucked this guy just like she had sucked Bobby! The guy held her head and faced fucked her as he stood there watching her suck him. Bobby had his cock out and in his hand now as he slowly jerking off and watched the two lovers.

Bobby watched as the guy's cock grew even larger and thicker as Bonnie used her sucking powers on it. Finally he pulled his dick out of her mouth and moved down to release the top of the chair so Bonnie was completely laying back. Bobby watched as that big dick swayed and jumped and moved with the man. It was almost pointing up towards his window. 

Then the guy opened Bonnie's thighs and moved between them. He lifted her ass up off the lounge chair like she only weight 20 pounds and positioned his cock at her pussy opening. Bobby jerked off faster and harder now. He knew Bonnie was going to be fucked hard and he loved watching it.

As bobby watched his mother came out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. She saw Bobby watching out the window and saw him holding his cock and jerking off. She moved to him. She looked down and saw what Bobby was looking at and the smell of her body wash made Bobby turn around. She put her arm around her son and whispered: "So this is why you don't come into the bathroom and let me wash you. YOU want to see bonnie with her new man get the fucking of her life. Well I want to watch it too,"

She moved next to her son and removed his hand from his cock. Then she took it and slowly jerked him off as they watched Bonnie spread her legs wide to accommodate this huge man moving between them.

The guy wet his cock with spit and pushed. Bobby and his mom could both hear Bonnie moan as the big dick went into her hole. With the widow open they could hear the fucking and the moans and sighs and grunts from both lovers. Soon his cock was wet and shinning in the summer sun. It was glided in and out of Bonnie's hole easier and smoother now. His thickness was now being taken by her pussy and she had adjusted and was now really enjoying the fucking she was getting.

Bobby and his mom both watched as the guy held Bonnie's ass up off the chase lounge and began to fuck her harder and super fast. Bonnie opened her thighs wider and threw her head back. She had her eyes close and they could see her face. She was in a state of total bliss and the guy was ramming his big dick in and out of her fast and hard.

His big hands were covering Bonnie's tits and squeezing them hard. He was leaving marks on them. When the guy was about to cum he yelled out and as they watched they could see him shoving hard with each shot of cum he pumped into Bonnie cunt. Bonnie heard him cry out with his lust and felt him cumming in her cunt and when Bonnie opened her eyes she was looked right into Bobby and his mother's eyes. 

She watched them both as the guy finished fucking her cumming in her and then held her ass up off the chair for a few more minutes as he began to recover. 

Bonnie lay there just looking up into Bobby's eyes and then she saw Jane and she smiled. Jane was stroking her sons cock so fast her hand was a blur. She jerked him off and Bobby moaned and shot a huge load of cum all over his mother's hand as well as the window and wall. When he finished his mother released his cock and Bobby saw Bonnie straddle this guy now and riding his cock. 

Bonnie held on to him and lifted up and down as she went at him like she was starving for a fuck. Jane and her son could hear them fucking. The sound of his big cock going into Bonnie's hole as she bounced up and down on it was loud enough for them to both hear. The guy finally lifted Bonnie up and carried her back into the house with her arms and legs wrapped around him. As the two watched from the window Bonnie looked back at them standing in front of the window and she smiled again. She blew them a kiss just before she turned the corner and was gone.

Bobby regained his composure and started to clean up the mess. He was almost done when his mother took his hand and pulled him up off his knees. "So this is where you were sweetie. I waited for you in the bathroom but you never came in. Guess you found watching her get fucked was more exciting than showering with your mom", she said as she smiled as him and they merged their bodies together.

"No mom! It wasn't that. I love seeing you and being with you in bed or the shower. It's just that I got caught up in the sex they were having. I'm sorry", Bobby tried to explain tell her what had happened and what he watched before she got there.

His mom moved to him and stroked his hair and kissed his neck and she looked out the window but Bonnie and her new lover had gone. Jane took her son's hand and led him back to the bed with her. 

She removed the towel from around her body and took his soft cock in her hands she began to play with it. "He was a very big guy", Jane said to her son. 

"And he had a huge cock. I'm sure bonnie will be well satisfied by Tuesday when you go see her", she said as she kissed the tip of her son's cock. She moved over him and straddled his shoulders with her knees. She slowly lowered her pussy down on his face as she started to suck his cock. Bobby loved this part, seeing his mother open her thighs wide and slowly lower her cunt down over his face until his mouth was being touched my her slit made his cock begin to grew hard almost immediately! The sex was now on again between Bobby and his loving mother. 

Meanwhile on the other side of town Dhea was visiting the doctor's office to see what the problem was and why she couldn't get pregnant. She had been fucking Bobby for months now and at her peak time of the month each time. She should have been knocked up long before now. She didn't know if it was Bobby or her. But she was pretty sure that a young guy like Bobby was full of live sperm. She was sure he was OK. "It must be me Doctor", she said to him as she sat up in the chair to be examined.

Dressed in only a hospital cover now, she had removed all of her clothes. Feeling naked under the cover and drafty between her legs Dhea put her feet in the stirrups as she spread her lovely legs wide thinking: "Oh God I'm so open to this guy and he is very nice looking. I hope I don't get wet when he touches me and opens my pussy."

The doctor's name was Paul and he had extremely soft gentle hands but what was more important right then was the fact that they were warm too. He used his fingers to lightly spread her outer pussy lips and then used his tools to look deeper into her vagina. "God yes! Just look at this beautiful pussy on this lovely Asian woman! Man, this is one reason why I became a female doctor", he said to himself as he checked out her pink insides before looking deeper into her tunnel. 

"This woman is absolutely beautiful and she is sitting here with her thighs wide open showing me all of her sex. Hell I even get to touch it. My face is close enough that I can smell it. And, if I work it right I can even stimulate it and her,"

Paul felt his cock harden and he tried to control that since a nurse was in the room with them. He took his time and made Dhea keep her legs open for a fairly long time. Even with the nurse there he got as close to Dhea to feel her heat. His face was close enough that he could inhale her sent and Dhea felt his warm breath on her pussy lips. "Oh shit! I'm getting wet. I can feel it", she said to herself.

Dhea was beginning to lubricate between her legs as Paul worked his fingers tenderly and lightly around her inner opening. Then he began to use his instruments to probe a little deeper. Dhea bit her lip when she felt one tool go a little deeper and move in and out slowly. Paul looked up over the small partition and saw her smiling a little and her eyes were closed.

"God", he said in his brain, "Good! She likes the touching and the rubbing. Damn she is so hot her lips are puffy and wet, she is stimulated."

Then he said: "A little more Dhea, a little longer. I know this is difficult just hang on a few more seconds for me."

His fingers were wet as he opened her hole a little more and looked inside. She was pink and fresh and clean and he saw nothing wrong. Then he used the probe and that's when he saw what was wrong. 

Finally not wanting to take any more chances he moved back and had her sit up. She removed her feet from the stapes and sat up fully now closing her legs. Paul sat on his chair and said: "Dhea you seem to be Ok except for the scaring inside your uterus. Dhea asked: "Scaring?"

Paul said: "Yes, and it's a bad scaring too. I wonder did you ever have an abortion. It could be the reason you can't get pregnant?"

Dhea blushed as she began to explain about her abortion and when it accrued. Paul was considerate and calming and very charming as he held her hand when she began to cry. 

He talked about her sex life and if she could have an orgasm, from oral sex, from a cock and from toys. Dhea told him yes to all of them and told him she had done all of those with men in the past as well as with her young lover now.

Paul kept asking things which were very personal and Dhea was honest, true and direct just like she had been taught by her family, the Ambassador and her other lovers over the years. Paul smiled and patted her hand and was very consoling.

Finally he set her up for some test in the lab. One of which would require her to have an orgasm and he would collect her cum and internal juices. She looked at him with some fear in her eyes but Paul told her he would be with her the entire time and that she shouldn't worry there is a chance it could be fixed. But, she would have to follow his directions and do what he told her. He wasn't sure but more tests were needed. He asked her if she was wiling to try new experimental ways of mating her seed with cum and she told him: "yes. I'm very willing to try anything doctor."

He told her to call him Paul and then he had her schedule another appointment and then said goodbye.

As Dhea dressed she smiled as she liked this young handsome doctor. He had made her happy when he took a great interest in her and her body. Her body was tingling as she left his office and headed home. When she got home she masturbated thinking of him and wondered how big his cock was when he was hard and fucking her. 

It was a few days later when she had her tests and a couple more when the phone ran and it was Paul. He said: "Dhea I got the results back from your test." 

He hesitated and then said: "Look I usually don't get involved with my patients this way but I have taken more interest in your problem. I was wonderful if you would like to maybe have lunch one day and we could talk about your tests and options you have ahead of you. You could also tell me more about the time you spent with the Ambassador and his wife and what happened when you became pregnant and had that abortion?"

She hesitated for a moment and then said: "Yes doctor, Paul, I would like that. Thank you. "

He said: "How about Friday say around 1PM?"

She agreed and they made the arrangements to meet on Friday afternoon two days from now. 

Paul planned it for Friday since his office had a half a day on Friday and everyone would be gone by the time he finally got into his car and drove to meet Dhea. He wondered how it would be with her. Would she be receptive? Would she like his personal attention? Would she agree to come back to his office for another exam this time alone with him? Would she enjoy it enough to come back for more from him? 

Paul was sure she would, he had the skills, knowledge as well as the tools and instruments and many toys to make her cum like she never had cum before. Then he would show her his big cock and even slap her belly and rub her pussy slit with it showing her how long and thick it was. He would tease her and drive her wild and make her cum with toys and tools and of course his mouth and tongue. But, he would wait for the second or maybe the third meeting before he fucked her. 

He smiled as he left for the luncheon meeting which he felt would be the start of their sexual joining. He could hardly wait. Dhea was one of the loveliest women he had seen in years. If he couldn't get her pregnant with his big cock no one could. Paul's cock was big, thick and very long. Plus his balls were always full of fertile cum for a woman who looked and acted like Dhea.

From what she had told him about her life, he was sure that she had been taught to be extremely submissive with the right man. Paul was sure of it and he was also sure he could bring it out and make her happy to be his slut. Soon he would have her serving him and loving him and she would be his slave and whore. 

Paul knew he had to go slow and be careful and not rush this or she might report him to the medical board. But if he played it right he could make her fall in love with him and crave his big cock. Then she would want to be with him all the time. Soon she would do anything to keep him. This method always worked on the weak women, the submissive women, women who wanted and needed love badly, women like Dhea.

As Dhea watched and waited the waiter couldn't do enough for her. She saw Paul arrive at the restaurant just a few minutes after she did. It was Paul's favorite place and he had arranged with the Manager and his special waiter for the best service and food they could offer.

As the luncheon began Paul was his usual charming self and Dhea love how he took control by ordering for both of them and then making sure she had everything she wanted. The service was outstanding and the food was exceptional. She loved the attention they all gave her. 

Paul made a special effort to see that she enjoyed herself completely. He even made her try the desert of the day made of warm cake with dark rich pudding and ice cream inside the cake, It was over the top and she ate every bit of it not realizing there was a special drug in hers that would make her body crave to be touched and her pussy wet and very needy. The drug had no taste or smell and she consumed it all by eating the cake completely.

Paul held her hand at times and was serious when he had to be and funny when he wasn't. They laughed and sat closer to each other as the day went on. Her thigh was touching his when he finally ordered coffee for him and tea for her. She could feel the heat coming from her vagina and from his leg pressing against his. Both of them were close now their faces a few inches apart. He could smell her perfume and she inhaled his fresh sent. He held both her hands in his hands now and began to tell her what he felt might help her get pregnant.

He told her with the scaring she had in her uterus it might eventually come down to take planting a seed in her womb after perhaps beginning the process in a laboratory. He told her that she may not be able to get pregnant by pure intercourse. "There are other options Dhea besides intercourse, but we'll start with that and move on later if it doesn't work. But we need to get you back to the office and try a few things so I can see her you react."

Dhea listened and answered all of his questions. They ordered another round of coffee and tea and this time the waiter reached for the bottle of special drops of the sexual mixture he had in his pocket. The restaurant always used them when Paul contacted them ahead of time. 




Training Ch. 19



Usually it went in the desert like today but when Paul wanted to be sure that the woman would go with him when lunch was over, the waiter would receive a signal from him and he would put two additional drops in the tea or coffee they would have last. That always worked to get the woman to come back to his place. 

After the waiter left, Paul started to ask Dhea about the man she was with now who she wanted to get her pregnant. He asked her about their sex life when and how they did it. He covered everything including actually asking her about the size of the guy's cock. He found out that Bobby was actually a little above average size and very good at recovering and doing her again. She told him: "Some days Bobby would cum in me 4 or 5 times Paul. He's very young and his recovery time is remarkable."

Paul smiled and was thinking: "No wonder! A woman as beautiful as Dhea and built as she was, a young guy would go nuts wanting to fuck her over and over again. But, I'm larger, much longer and I'm sure I can fill her deeper and actually cum in her womb." 

He told her: "It's not just the number of times he cums inside you Dhea. I know how to position your body for the best effect when your lover does cums each time. I also know when your lover should fuck you. No baby not just the day but the time of day is important."

It was the first time he had called her baby and she didn't react to it at all. He would make sure she was with him part of the time she was at her full fertile period.

When Paul found out the guy was much younger than she was he knew for sure that Dhea was using Bobby for a chance to stay in the states by having his baby. Paul knew he could keep her by doing the same and letting them think it was Bobby's baby. In the mean time he would have her body and enjoy it to its fullest. After all, if it was a baby that Dhea wanted, why not two men. Surely that would be much better than one. He would convince her of that and she would convince Bobby!

Finally, Paul explained that he would like Dhea to come back to the office with him right now and that he would perform a few newly developed tasks to see if she was OK with her orgasms.

While Dhea was still in a state of bliss from the drugs she did ask what he meant. Paul told her that he had certain tools and some new medical methods that would help her to achieve an orgasm and that would help him examine how her body performed when she had it.

When she asked why she had to orgasm for him in his office, Paul told her he could tell a great deal about her body from the way it achieved and performed when she climaxed. He told her not to worry they would be alone and that he would talk and explain it all to her as test got underway. Since there was no one in the office but the two of them there wouldn't be any problem if she cried out or made noise or something else. 

Paul told her: "We'll go slowly Dhea and if at any time you don't feel like you want to continue you just have to tell me to stop and I will. But this procedure will be a great use in my determination of what may be happening to you and why you can't get pregnant."

While Dhea wasn't sure what she wanted to do, she didn't say know. She was almost dripping between her legs and her panties were wet and so were her inner thighs. Her clit was now throbbing and her nipples ached as if she was played with them. She had to cross her legs back and forth and squeeze her thighs tight just to keep the pressure down. 

While Paul kept telling her what they would do and why she needed to have her body worked up and stimulated to an orgasm, Dhea was actually feeling very warm now and her body was already beginning to feel as if she wanted to be touched down there and maybe a good cum would help relieve this heat and need she felt. 

She was listening but not really hearing all of what he was telling her. She did hear the part about working her body to an orgasm and right now she liked that idea. She said to herself: "Maybe I should let this sexy man, this beautiful doctor touch me and work on my body and make me cum. I mean if the doctor didn't know how to make me cum who did? It might be a good idea and I sure feel like I need a good cum right now. I wonder how his cock looks."

She was actually feeling very hot now and her body was already beginning to feel as if she wanted to be touched down there and she kept thinking : "Maybe a good cum would help relieve this heat and need I seem to have today." 

Paul saw her nipples standing out against her blouse and he knew the drops were working. He could tell by the way she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs she was squeezing her thighs to stop the throbbing in her vagina. He knew she was feeling the pills and soon she would really need to cum. As he paid the bill and tipped the waiter a large amount, he again asked her to come back to his office. Again Dhea hesitated but she sat there and then she asked: "So where is your car Paul?"

Paul touched her leg with his hand and ran it up her thigh slowly. Dhea didn't stop him she just watched his hand move closer to her pussy. When he was only an inch away he whispered: "Uncross your legs for me. Let me touch you."

Dhea uncrossed her legs and actually opened them more for him. Paul moved his hand down between her upper most thighs. His hand cupped her pussy and he could feel the heat even on the outside of her slacks. He whispered: "You're very warm between your legs Dhea, are you feeling OK baby? Do you feel a need down there Dhea? Do you ache to be touched here?"

He cupped her pussy and squeezed gently. Dhea moaned and whimpered softly. "I can help you. I can give you relief baby. Come with me and let me help you."

Paul kept whispering in her ear s he stroked her. Dhea kept whimpering in his ear as he held her pussy and stroked it up and down. He could feel her hips pushing back now and he was sure she was ready. He took her hand and said: "Come back to the office with me and let me show you how good you cam cum when I make you."

She was very close to his lips and she stayed bent forward and listened as Paul kissed her and licked her lips with his tongue. Then he told her: "I can feel your heat and wetness on my hand now Dhea. I know you are worked up and need to get off. I can help that feeling you're having between your legs baby. I can make you feel much better."

Dhea didn't move she looked into his eyes and felt his hand between her thighs. She kissed him as she felt him squeeze her cunt again and again and moaned louder now. As his hand stayed between her legs he moved his fingers up and down feeling her slit as he rubbed on the outside of her slack. He felt her push into his fingers as he slowly began to masturbate her in her chair. Then Paul told her: "Come back to my office Dhea and let me show you how good it will feel to relieve your sexual need."

Dhea moaned again as she felt him squeeze her pussy over and over. He used his fingers to push into her and she moaned as he did it. When she put her head on the table he bent down and whispered: "I can make you feel wonderful and by doing so I can help determine why you can't get pregnant. I know you feel like you need and want to cum Dhea. I can feel your body reacting to my touch just think how it would be if you were nude and I was touching your pussy directly with my fingers. I can feel your heat baby. Your pussy is burning on my hand. Come with me and let me make you feel good and relieve your sexual need."

Dhea hesitated and then said: Why do we have to go to your office again?"

Paul smiled knowing she was in a fog but her sexual need was too high now to stop, he was sure of it. He told her: "Because you need it so badly, let me take you back to my office, I'll put you on the table, spread your beautiful legs and show you how good you can feel. Let me make you cum baby. I'll lick your hot pussy and make you scream. You and I both know you want to cum don't you."

Dhea only raised her head and shook it yes. Paul stood up and took her hand. She held it and stood with him. He put his arms around her and kissed her hard and long as he pressed his hard cock into her body. His hands cupped her perfect ass and pulled her even harder against him. He whispered in her ear: "Let me relieve your sexual need that I know is building higher and higher inside your body. Let Paul make you cum Dhea let me make you cum like you have never done before. I can help you Dhea, come with me. And who knows maybe I can get you knocked up!"

Dhea stood there for a few minutes and then said: "I think I drank to much wine Paul for me to drive and to meet you."

Paul told her: "Don't worry baby! I'll drive us both back to the office."

His fingers were between her legs again rubbing and pressing against her cunt. She looked him in his eyes and smiled as she walked with him to his car one block away.

Paul helped her to the car and as she got in he could see a wet spot between her legs. Even with panties and slacks on Dhea was so wet she had made a stain right where her pussy hole was located. He got into his side and bent and kissed her immediately.  

He knew he had to keep her worked up and he ran his hand up her left thigh and again cupped her pussy. As he fed her his tongue he rubbed and pushed and stroked her cunt. When their lips parted he said: "Open your legs wide for me Dhea. Let me get my hand completely over your pussy and touch in for you directly. It feels much better when there are no clothing between my fingers and your pussy. Open your legs wide for me."

He didn't wait, he gently pushed her knee and Dhea spread her legs wide. He smiled as he watched her open them. She opened her thighs and Paul reached over the top of her slacks and ran his hand down under them. Dhea sighed and closed her eyes. Paul moved his hand further and further down her front until he felt her wetness and the little hair she had around her pussy. He stroked her slit and spread it s he could move a finger deeper and then he entered her hole. Dhea arched her back and began to fuck his finger frantically. Humping like she was frantic her body gave up and she cried out as she held his hand and raised her hips thrusting her cunt up and Paul felt her release a large amount of juice and he knew she was Cumming on his fingers. It had taken only a few minutes.

Paul drove quickly back to his office with his hand still in her slack slowly stroking her cut. He kept her high and lusting for more. Once inside he ushered her back to the examining room. 

He told her to undress but she needed help. So he slowly helped her undress drinking in her beauty and her absolutely perfect body. Then he helped her up on the table. Completely nude without anything to cover her body Paul took her legs one at a time and opened them as he placed her feet in the stirrups. Then he tied them there with the straps. He put her arms over her head and told her to hold on to the handle on the top of the chair. She did as he told her.

Spread wide open now Paul ran his hand up and down Dhea's wet pussy. She moaned and pushed upward with her hips. "Make me cum Paul. Make me cum", she moaned at him.

He knew she need it badly and he began to finger her as he opened the draw with his other hand and pulled out the set of finger vibrators he had there. These were small attachment that you put over your fingers and with the battery on they vibrated. So, all of your flingers became tiny vibrators baby.

Paul turned on the battery and began to touch Dhea everywhere. Her tits, nipples were the starting pint. He cupped her tits and all of his fingers stimulated her breast and that long hard nipple in the center of them. "Oh God Paul what is that", she moaned as she threw her head back and began to shake.

He told her what he had on his hand and that he was now going to use it on her pussy. "Just relax Dhea and enjoy this, you will love how it works your body and when you cum, and you will, it will feel so god baby."

He used the vibrating fingers to rub around her cunt, over her mound down her open thighs and then he put a finger inside her hole as the others covered her pussy and Paul began to fuck her just like that. 

Dhea lifted up and began to fuck his hand again. Only this time she cried out, hiss for him to fuck her deeper and faster. Paul was happy to oblige and he drove his finger deeper and fingered her hole faster as he used his other hand to spread her pussy lips wide and let the vibrating fingers do their work.

Dhea came once, twice and a third before he removed the finger's and sat on his chair. She was panting like a bitch in heat when he placed his face close to her cunt. 

Paul sat on his chair between Dhea's thighs and used his fingers to spread her outer pussy lips as wide as they could get without hurting her. "Yes! Finger me I need to cum some more. God it felt so good to cum Paul. You were right I did need to cum really bad. But I need more, you are magical. Do it some more." she hissed at him.

Her musk filled the room and his nose was so close he could smell her sex. He moved his face even closer to her pussy. She was as wet as any woman he had ever seen. Dhea moaned and asked what he was doing. He didn't answer her but he simply put his lips on her pussy and began to lick it as she arched her back and cried out saying: "Fuck yes! "Yes! Oh God that is what I need!! Lick me, lick me, lick me."

For over 20m minutes Paul stayed between her legs with his face pressed against her cunt and his mouth directly over it. Over and over again she moaned and told him, to lick her. Paul used her body against her and it didn't take but a few minutes to make Dhea cum three more times with his mouth and tongue.

"OH FUCK YES", Dhea cried out.

Paul watched her pussy spasm and her hips thrusts as best she could with her feet tied and her legs open like they were. Dhea came in buckets. Her body shook and shook and her orgasms went on and on until Paul pulled his head out from between her pen legs.

He looked up over her pussy and saw her tits rising and falling with her nipples as hard and long and thick as they could get. Soon he would taste them too. But now he wanted to continue to make her cum. He took the "G" spot stimulator and slowly pushed it into her open wet hole. Dhea sighed feeling her pussy finally being filled.

The toy was round and full at the front with about two inches of a sort of ball shaped object. It had a curve tip and a long handle that he could use to push it deep or bend it to touch her "G" spot. He used this one now to rub her "G" up inside her pussy at the top. 

When Dhea felt that toy touching and rubbing her special spot, she cried out that she was going to pee. But instead of peeing her body was reacting to her "G: spot being rubbed. He told her to relax and that it always felt that way at the start.

Paul was very good and he used the toy exactly like it was meant to be. He rubbed her "G" for a time and then pushed the toy deep into her cunt and began to fuck her with it. The round thick head felt so good to Dhea as it entered he tunnel going deeper and deeper with each push by his hand. Then he went back to the "G' spot. Again and again Paul alternated his methods and Dhea cried out and climaxed again and again. She was cumming so hard her juices were actually dripping out her cunt. Paul kept working and Dhea kept cumming.

The orgasms went on and on and Dhea was like a fucking dog in heat! She thrusts her cunt up and took the toy deep into her hole. Paul watched as she fucked herself on it. He held it still and Dhea used her body to fuck it. Marvelous", he said, "Your body is fantastic Dhea, You are a beautiful woman and I'm going to consider it an honor when I fuck you one day baby! But first I want you to cum again for me."

He moved close to her cunt and began to lick her clit as he pushed the toy in and out of her now. Faster and deeper he did her and she reacted just like he knew she would. She was fucking the toy back harder and faster. She was yelling at him now telling him: Do it. Fuck me now Paul. Push your cock into my cunt and fuck me! Cum in me, fill me with your cum."

He smiled and moved his cock up over her pussy now and laid it on her belly. It was hard and thick and long. It almost touched her belly button as he let his balls touch her cunt lips. She watched as he began to move back and forth letting his cock rub her belly and letting her see how big a dick he had for her. But he didn't put it inside her cunt he teased her with it by slapping her cunt and belly with the shaft and cock head.

Dhea yelled: "Fuck me Paul! Fuck me with your big cock. Fuck me I need a real dick inside me! Fuck me Paul fuck me you bastard."

Paul was completely nude too and when he stood up his cock was at it full length. He ran his hands over it and her belly and played with it stroking it and jerking it off.

Dhea watched him and his cock and said: "Fuck me with that big dick. Give me it all! Now baby! Now fuck me now. I bet that cock can make me pregnant. Fuck me Paul and cum in me give me a baby please."

Paul used her wetness and rubbed his cock head up and down her wet opening but he didn't put it in her hole. It was murder for hi not to shove has dick into her hot wet cunt but he held off. Teasing her, making her almost beg him Paul didn't push inside her. 

Then he positioned the thick head at her opening and she yelled for him to fill her. But Paul didn't push. His cock was very thick as well as long and it took a little time to get the tip of his cock head to spread her cunt lips and then he rubbed up and down touching her clit with the head. She cried out and hissed at him and Paul didn't put it inside her.

He stretched her pussy lips out wider and wider and then they both felt the head as it separated her opening but it didn't go in. The head was touching her hole opening she arched and pushed but he held off.

She moaned loudly as Paul undid the straps that were holding her feel. He lifted her legs up now and rested them on his shoulders. She watched him as he begin to move his cock head up and down her wet slit. His cock was much bigger than Bobby's young cock. He was thicker too. 

Paul ran his cock up and won her pussy and let the shaft rub between her open cunt lips. He was dry fucking her even if the term was wrong because her cunt was so wet. But he wasn't inside her he was masturbating n her cunt lips to do it.

Again and again he pushed and pulled and she felt his dick moving up and won her slit but not going in. She screamed at him: ""Fuck me. Put it inside me Paul I want to feel that big cock in my hole. Put it in me now Damn you!"

With each thrust Paul rubber her clit with his entire long thick cock shaft. When he pulled back he continued to rub her clit with his fingers. Dhea closed her eyes. She loved how this big cock felt against her wetness. 

When Paul's cock was laying fully on top of her mound with his big balls resting on her pussy slit he said: "Look down at my big cock baby! Touch it, feel it put your hand around it and feel how hard and big it is Dhea."

She took his cock in her hand and slowly began to stroke him. Paul let her play with it for a b it and then said: "Now the next time we're together and if you want me to, I'll put it inside you Dhea. But only if you still want it. I think I can help you. I'm pretty sure I can cum directly in your womb. That show help you get pregnant."

Dhea loved how Paul's cock felt in her small hands, she needed two hands to hold it and she stroked him like the pro she was. I want to see it cum Paul. Can I see it cum?"

He smiled and told her to use her hands only. The he said: "Plus if you let me become your lover baby, you'll have two men to try and knock you up. What do you think? I mean just look how big my cock is Dhea. It likes you. It's touching your belly button baby!"




Training Ch. 19



Up and down her little hands worked his big dick. As she did Paul worked her tits and pussy and it seemed that with every few minutes that went by she had shocks of what he was sure were mini-orgasms that sweep over her. 

Paul could feel them as her pussy squeezed his fingers and she shook. She was very good and her pussy grabbed his two fingers now and held it tight. 

Her body was perfect and he bent down and lifted her up into his arms. He carried her to the cot on the other side of the room. As he laid her down, she wrapped her legs around him and they began to dry fuck each other again. "I'm not going to fuck you today baby but I will cum on you if you would like that." she whispered as he rubbed his cock between her open thighs. He was rubbing directly on her clit and she was lifting up and humping him trying to make him cum. 

Dhea lifted them up off the cot as she arched her ass up to meet Paul's cock sliding down her slit. This was driving them both crazy but Paul was determined not to put his cock into her today! He wanted her to need it, to beg for it next time. 

As Paul pushed down one last time he held his cock and sat up pointing it at her body. Dhea said: "Mumm yes baby! Cum on me. Let me see it shot your cum everywhere."

Paul moaned and held his cock pushing down on the base and making it as long as it got. The head was purple and she watched as it throbbed and pulsed like a heart beat. Then it started to spew his seed all over her. Some hit her face some covered her tits and nipples some hit her belly and some covered her mound and thighs. Paul came a great deal and his cum was like ropes as it came out of his cock head. She smiled seeing how much he had made and how it was covering her body.

And then it was ver. She knew Paul would be very good. Not only did he had a super cock but lasted a long, long time as he drove her crazy. She knew she had at least 7 orgasms and one that lasted forever.

When it was over Dhea took his cock and bent her head and sucked his cock head for a few seconds taking the last few drops from deep in his balls. Paul held her head stroking her hair. When she came up she kissed him and held him and whispered: "When cam I test that big cock. When can we get together again Paul? I think you are right. I need two lovers, one young and one with a super big cock. When can we do it? When can we see each other again?"

Paul told her he would call her in a day or two an then they could have dinner and go back to his place. She kissed him again and he helped her up and helped to dress her again but he kept her panties. When she asked for them he put them to his face and inhaled her sent. She smiled and told him to keep them. He drove her back to her car and then left for home thinking: Well, well, well this day went very well. She did very well and I know she liked cumming all those times. I'll wait for three days before I call her."



Training Ch. 20



It was on the third day that Dhea decided to call Paul. Since he hadn't called her back she felt it was her duty to call him. She would use the excuse to ask about the tests he took and what the out come was regarding her body and the chances of her becoming pregnant.

She was told that the doctor was in with a patient and she left a message for Paul to call her as soon as possible. Then she waited.

As she sat there on her bed Dhea remembered back to the lunch they had together and how Paul had touched her and talked to her and whispered things in her ear convincing her to go back to his office. 

She remembered the feeling of her body burning with desire. Her lust was so high that day Dhea didn't know what was wrong with her. Was it Paul or just that she was so horny? She smiled thinking of how handsome Paul was and his body was very nice and his cock..... "WOW he did have a nice cock", she said to herself.

Whichever it was Paul was able to relieve it and made her orgasm like she had never done before but which she needed so very badly that day. Dhea remembered the finger vibrators and how his talented hand had drove her wild as he drove them to his office. His hand never stopped moving even when he drove the car. 

She remembered how he used the "G" spot stimulator to make her cum so many times. She was sure she was going to pee on him when he worked the toy on her special spot. But then when she climaxed it almost blew her head off. She never came so many times than she did that day.

And she remembered Paul's cock. She remembered how it felt throbbing in her hands and that it took two hands to hold it and jerk it for him. It was so long and so thick! She smiled thinking of how it looked laying on her pussy mound and extended all the way up to her belly button. 

Dhea remembered how it came so much it covered her body with cum. There was so much of it that it shot all the way to her face and tits which were covered with it. He moved it all around and she watched as he kept cumming and covered her thighs and belly and the last few drops dripped on her pussy top.

She was rubbing her pussy now, legs open and her fingers were masturbating her body fast and hard. As she did Dhea remembered how Paul had teased her and made her wild and hungry for his dick. She smiled thinking she was the one who usually teased the man, but Paul was very skilled and knew exactly what he was doing to make her feel good. She had demanded and then begged for his cock and while he rubbed her pussy with his dick he didn't put it inside her. But he had promised to do it the next time they met. 

Dhea loved how Paul had worked so hard and long to please her like no man had ever done before. He was in no hurry or was demanding, his only need that day was to make her cum and please her. She liked that very much. She would repay him when the met and fuck his brains out! Or with that big dick he might fuck her brains out.

She didn't know how long she laid there playing with her body but when the phone rang it sort of woke her up. When she answered it Paul was on the other end of the line. He said: "I want you to dress up in something sexy and be ready when I pick you up at 6:30PM. We're going to dinner and talk about your test results. Then we'll decide if you should come back to my place and let me work on your body again like the other day Dhea. We need to make you cum again like the other day. Did you enjoy the other day baby! Did I make you cum enough?"

Dhea was nude and had her other hand on her pussy as she whispered very low: "Yes, the other day was wonderful Paul. Are the results of the test good or bad?"

He said; "Tonight baby! We'll talk about all of that tonight. Now be ready at 6:30 PM and wear stockings and a belt. Don't wear any panties."

She said: "What?"

He laughed and told her: "Don't wear any panties Dhea. I will give you a pair I just purchased for you."

She stuttered: "You, you, you got me panties? What kind what color?"

He said: "You'll have to wait until tonight. I want to put them on you, Do you like that idea. Do you like that I would buy you panties. They are silky and lacy and I think you'll love them. But I want to put them on you."

She sighed and said: "God that is so sexy! Yes Paul I love the idea that you are buying my undies."

She smiled and rubbed her pussy. Paul said: "Then until tonight. I'll be there at 6:30 PM and I want to come inside your place and kneel in front of you and put the panties on you. Then we'll go to diner and talk. I have something important to tell you and ask you Dhea. See you tonight."

He hung up and she shoved two fingers deep inside her pussy and fucked her cunt hard and fast until she arched her back and lifted up off the bed and climaxed hard!! 

When she woke up it was 4 PM. She ran a bath and got ready for dinner with Paul.

At 6:30 PM exactly Paul rang the door bell. He was dressed in a very expensive pair of slacks and a soft polo shirt. When Dhea opened the door Paul smiled and licked his lips she looked incredible. She had on a very short little black dress that showed off her figure. A set of pearls around her neck and ear rings that hung down and shook when she moved. Her make up was great not to much, she didn't need much. She looked like a million buck standing there in her 5 inch black fuck me heels

She smiled and said: "I'm almost finished dressing Paul. Do you have something for me?"

Paul stepped into her living room and kissed her hard and long slipping his tongue in her mouth. Dhea sucked on it and pressed her body against his. He ran his hands down her back and cupped her ass. It felt so nice and round and firm in his hands. Paul finally pulled back and told her: "You look wonderful baby! You're so lovely and black is your color."

She smiled and told him: "Thank you, you look very nice too."

Paul then handed her the gift which was wrapped in a box and had a nice bow on it. She undid the wrapping and opened it and saw the black sort of a throng he had purchased for her. There were very thin straps and a small cover and that was all there was to it. She said: "This is the smallest pair of panties I ever saw."

Paul told her: "Well it have just enough material needed for tonight. Now let me put them on you."

He knelt directly in front of Dhea and told her to lift her dress up. She stood there and lifted her dress until he could see that she was wearing stockings and a garter belt. But she didn't have on any panties and she opened her legs showing him her nicely trimmed pussy and pink pussy lips. He said: If you are going to wear these types of panties for me you'll have to start shaving more and closer."

His fingers rubbed up and down her pussy slit. The he said: "Lift your right foot for me."

Dhea placed her hands on his big shoulders and lifted her foot as Paul looked directly into her cunt. Then he slipped the straps to the throng over the heels. "Now the other foot", she said looking up at her.

She lifted her left foot and Paul slid the straps over that heel. Then he slowly ran the throng up her legs until he got it just above her knees. He smiled and said: "When you come back to my place tonight Dhea, I'll shave you completely so you can wear these all the time. I have fiver more in different colors in the car for you."

Dhea began to get wet thinking she would wear these types of panties whenever she was with Paul. She was sure he would demand that since he purchased them for her. Maybe, she wouldn't wear any panties when she was with him. She smiled at that idea.

Before Paul pulled the throng all the way up her thighs he reached into his pocket and pulled out an egg. "Oh yes, I a have another present for you. It's a vagina egg and you'll be wearing it too tonight Dhea. I will control the stimulator and you'll wear the egg. Yes baby it's a small vibrator. I want to see how you react when I use it while we are out tonight."

Dhea didn't' say anything as Paul inserted it into her pussy and then pulled the throng up securing it in place. The throng was tight around her pussy and covered just enough to hold the egg inside her body. He had again planned everything. Tonight would be more enjoyment for her and him. 

Dhea asked what it would feel like and Paul gave her pussy a taste of the vibrations she would feel. He used a light setting, number 2 on a scale of 1-10. Dhea felt the egg vibrating and squeeze her thighs tightly together. Paul smiled and asked: "How does it feel?"

Dhea had to sit down. Then he turned the egg off and then on and then off with his remote. Dhea finally said: "God it feels like I'm going to cum every time you do that Paul."

Paul told her: "Yes, that's what it is suppose to do. I want you to wear it all night for me. I will surprise you on and off tonight and see how your body reacts. I think you'll like the feeling when you get use to it. But I won't leave it on all the time. It's to be used when you are not expecting it so much."

And with that they left for dinner. As Dhea sat in his car and Paul used the remote and turned it to three. The feeling lifted her ass up off the seat. "Better put your seat belt on", Paul told her.

Dhea moaned and squeezed her thighs tightly as the egg continued to vibrate but he had turned the power down to one. As Paul turned it down, he left it on so he could watch her reactions all the way to the restaurant. When they got there Dhea's cunt was dripping wet from being vibrated for 20 minutes. She had already climaxed once in the car and now she felt she needed to cum again before they went inside. 

"Make me cum again Paul. I need to cum before we go into the restaurant or I'm going to be so embarrassed", she said in her sexist voice. Dhea was ready to fuck him now!! She would have done it in his car or against a building! Anywhere.

But Paul stopped the toy and told her: "NO! You'll have to wait until we get back to my place now Dhea. Then I'll make you cum like the other night! Do you like how the egg feels baby?"

Dhea shook her head yes and they both walked into the restaurant to eat. They sat in a booth and next to each other. When Dhea sat down she could feel the egg pushing against her vagina opening but the new panties Paul had put on her kept it secured inside her hole. Her skirt was sitting high on her legs with most of her thighs showing as well as those sexy stockings she wore for him. He touched her thigh and slid his hand down between them cupping her inner thigh. She sighed as his hand rode higher just as the waiter arrived. 

Paul ordered for both of them and ran his hand higher up her inner leg as the waiter took his order and looked at where his hand was now. He could see the tops of the stocking, which were darker than the rest of the stocking. He stood there until Paul said: "Well? Go on, I gave you the order."

The waiter left immediately and Dhea blushed when Paul told her:" You know that guy was watching my hand going up between your legs baby. How does that make you feel? Do you like it? Do you like the idea of a man watch me touch your thighs like this?"

He squeezed her leg and moved it a little higher. He was now squeezing her inner thigh about her stockings, the bottom of her panties was visible to anyone who walked by. Dhea moved her hand and said: "Please Paul, that's too high everyone can see."

Paul said: "I know baby but I think deep inside, secretly, you enjoy men looking at you, especially between your legs. So tell you what, open your thighs wider for me and the waiter. Let him see the new panties you're wearing."

Dhea hesitated until Paul pushed gently on one leg with his hand and Dhea slowly spread her thighs a little wider. It was only about 2 or 3 inches but enough for the waiter to see the small silky patch that covered her two holes. Paul smiled knowing she was doing everything he told her and that he was sure she liked the idea of men looking at her body and especially between her legs. 

The tops of her thighs and her panties were there for him and the waiter to see. Paul's hand was resting on her smooth soft skin right next to the panties leg. He kissed her and whispered: "That's my girl. Now keep them open like that when he comes back with our drinks."

Dhea complied and the waiter just stood there looking at her athletic thighs and Paul's hand. Finally Paul waved him away again and Dhea tried to close her legs but Paul stopped her. Instead he pressed his hand against the egg and Dhea felt the lightest vibrations from the number one setting as Paul cupped her cunt on the outside of her panties. He pressed his hand tighter against her pussy and felt the vibration himself from the egg inside her hole.

Dhea laid her head against Paul's arm and moaned little as he rubbed her pussy up and down and then took his hand out from between her legs and put it to his face. She watched as he inhaled her sent and then licked his fingers.

During dinner whenever she looked up into his face almost begging him to turn off the toy Paul would bend down and kiss her and gave her his tongue. Sometimes he would turn it off sometimes he would turn it up and then sometimes he did nothing. Soon she was giving him her tongue back as her passion built. Paul smiled as they broke.

Once when they broke the kiss and she was panting with desire and need he whispered: "Soon baby soon we'll be in my house and I'll relieve your need. You have such a soft pussy Dhea and I am going to enjoy fucking you."

She moaned again and lifted up to kiss him again. 

Again and again he would move his hand between her thighs which now remained open all the time during dinner. He would cup her panties to feel how wet she was becoming. Again and again he would bring the hand to his face and then licked his fingers as she watched. 

Then one time he removed his hand from between her legs and moved it to her face. He said: "Smell, can you smell your need, it's your gift to me?"

Dhea said: "Gift?"

Paul said: "Yes baby a gift of your wetness, your cum showing me your need that I am giving you. Can you smell it?"

Dhea shook her head yes, she was beyond words. Paul moved his face very close to hers and whispered: "Then lick your fingers Dhea and taste it, taste the gift."

Dhea did as he told her as her body shook with her sexual lust. Her voice was very low and soft and almost gone. Paul would watch her and he would stop the vibratos until she calmed down. Then he would turn it back on when she wasn't ready and she would jump or push her pussy against his hand. She began to thrust more and more each time he touched her and he knew she was close to cumming again. 

Then the last time it happened was timed with when the waiter gave Paul the bill. Paul turned the toy up to three just as the waiter stood there watching his hand between her open thighs. Dhea moaned and began to hump Paul's hand as she started to orgasm. She couldn't stop herself even when she saw the waiter watching her. Her hips and pelvis just kept fucking Paul's hand holding her cunt. Paul said: "Watch her; I'm going to make her cum."

The waiter stood there and watched as Dhea began to fuck Paul's hand harder and faster as he rubbed and played with her pussy as the egg vibrated inside her body. Dhea climaxed as both men watched her body cum. When he finally stopped it he removed his hand and lifted it up offering it to the waiter. "Want to smell her, taste her", asked?

The waiter didn't know what to do so Paul said: "Your lost."

He moved his hand to his own face and licked his fingers as the waiter stood there with his mouth open. Finally Paul handed him the bill and payment with a very large tip. 

When the waiter left, Dhea put her head on the table and Paul stroked her back as he turned off the vibrator completely. He lifted her face and said: "You did well tonight my pet. Very well and I will reward you for that when we get to my place. Are you ready to go now? I know your body need relief and your pussy, does it need fucking Dhea? Tell me what you need."

Dhea looked into his eyes and saw the excitement as she said: "Yes....yes Paul I'm ready. God yes, I need you to fuck me so badly. But I need to go to the bathroom first I' soaking wet and need to pee."

Paul smiled at her and said: "Good, very good my love. But, first take the egg out and hand it to me."

She looked at him and he knew what she was going to say, so he said it first. "Yes baby here, right here, take it out and hand it to me here", he whispered in her ear.

Dhea blushed like hell but she opened her legs and very quietly and quickly pulled her panties to the side and took out the egg that had driven her wild all night. Paul knew it was the one toy that made her cum twice so far, once in the car and once in the restaurant. Paul held out his hand and she placed it there and smiled. He stood up and they walked to the bathrooms.

Once Dhea came out he gave the valet the ticket and while the kid went to get the car Paul whispered: "It's time Dhea, time for us to fuck. Are you ready for me?"

Dhea looked into his eyes and took his hand in hers and said: "Yes Paul, I am ready." 

He said: "Then let's go back to my home."

They got into the car and as Paul drove he said: "I want you to do what I tell you tonight Dhea and do it when I tell you. Will you do that?"

She said yes and looked at him as he drove. He was handsome and strong and tall and very nicely built no stomach and strong arms and a large chest and shoulders. 

He turned towards her and said: "Lift your dress up so I can see your vagina. Do it now."

Dhea lifted her ass up off the car seat and lifted her skirt up it rested on her hips above her pussy. She turned towards him and lifted her left leg up on the seat exposing her pussy. He reached over and ran a hand over her heat. "You're very wet Dhea, you want to give me your gift don't you?"

She sighed and told him: "Yes Paul, I want to give everything to you."

He said: "Spread our pussy lips for me. Show me how wet you are. "You are very excited about what is going to happen aren't you?"

Again she told him yes. Then Paul told her show me Dhea, put your index finger inside your love hole and then show me how wet it is."

Dhea did as she was told and when she took her finger out of her pussy hole Paul told her to put it in his mouth. Again Dhea moaned and moved her fingers to his mouth and Paul sucked and licked and played with her finger with his tongue.

Then they pulled into the driveway of his home and he pulled the car into the garage and they stepped out. As Paul came around the side of the car he took her in hi arms and lifted her up carrying her into the house.

He held her to him feeling her heat, and the was she was pressing her body into his, he knew she had a great need to be satisfied. He broke the embrace and asked if she wanted or needed a drink before they started. She told him: "No thank you I want to experienced all of this and feel it all without anything blocking my senses."

He smiled and took her hand. They walked into his basement and there was a chair just like the one in his office. He turned her around and unzipped her dress. The zipper came down to the top of her ass. He slowly slid the dress off her shoulders and it fell down her body to her feet. Dhea was standing with her back to him and she stepped out of the dress as it lay on the floor. 

Dressed in her bra, stockings and garter belt she stood there and he moved into her. She felt his body press against her back and ass and she didn't move. Paul ran his hands around the front of her body and cupped her firm breasts as his cock hardened against her ass. Dhea felt both and lay back against him.

Paul kissed her neck and shoulder and licked her ear and neck and squeezed her breasts. Then he removed his hands and undid her bra. He pushed this off her shoulders to. Then he tuned her arou0nd and looked at her. She was spectacular. Her long hair hung passed her shoulders. Her eyes burned with lust and desire and she stood there nude except for the stockings and belt.




Training Ch. 20



He said: "Dhea, you are so beautiful. As he said it he bent down and kissed her hard. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts into his chest. He could feel her hard nipples against his body. Dhea felt his cock bobbing up against her pussy between her legs as it started to grow harder. IT felt very big already. She spread her thighs a little and as she did she felt the shaft move into the opening she made for it. Now it pressed against her vagina. She moaned into his mouth as they tongue fucked each other and moved against each other's sex. 

He smiled and asked her again: "Are you ready Dhea? Its time to stimulate your body like last time and then you'll feel my cock deep inside your body. Are you ready for me to cum deep inside your hole, coating your womb and filling you with my seed?"

She moaned again as he picked her up in his arms again and carried her to the chair. She at down and Paul took her left leg and put it in the stirrup and tied it with the straps. Then he did the same to her right foot. Spread wide he stepped back and looked at her open pussy. He bent down and gave it a kiss and a soft slow lick Dhea cried out when she felt his tongue enter her hole. 

But Paul wasn't going to eat her pussy, not now anyway. He had other plans. "I'll finish that for you a little later Dhea. Right now I have a couple toys I want to use on you."

She watched as Paul took her arms and tied her wrists together and then tied them over her head. Completely secured now he kissed her and asked: "Do you trust me Dhea? I mean truest me completely, fully?"

Dhea closed her eyes and whispered: "yes. I want this as much as you want to do it to me."

He corrected her by saying: "With you love, not to you. You'll enjoy it an sow will I. Tonight we see how long you can stand being stimulated directly before you beg me to fuck you. So the rules are this, you enjoy the touch and the sexual play until you can't stand it any longer and then tell me what you want."

She said: "I want you to fuck me Paul! Now or later it will be the same. I want that cock to fuck me and cum in me."

"Then you will do as I say and allow me the fun and pleasure of working on your body and watching you cum and orgasm", he said as he began to touch her pussy. 

His fingers came down over her pussy mound and his other hand came up between her wide open thighs. He said: "Now we begin my lovely Dhea. Now we'll both see how hard you can cum and how often. That will be my pleasure just watching you. Your pleasure will be to cum and cum for me before I fuck you like you have never been fucked before. Lay your head back and watch me or close your eyes and enjoy the touch."

Paul used one hand to open Dhea's pussy lips wide so his other hand could begin to touch her clit with his finger tips. Back and forth he worked his fingers rubbing across her growing clit ball and then just touching her like a feather. 

He used his one hand to pull her clit hood back exposing all of her pink clit. Then he used his fingers to tap, tap, tap, and tap on her clit gently making her jump and arch up with each touch. His mouth moved down and he touched her clit with his tongue. Dhea moaned loudly as she felt it lick around and over her wetness! Paul then pressed his tongue against her clit and kept the pressure there until she began to cum. He licked and licked and licked until her orgasm was finished.

Paul asked her if it felt good and all she did was moan again as he began to work on her again. He could see her wetness, her cum from her orgasm form in her hole. It looked creamy in color. Not dark white like his cum but sort of a cloudy milky water color. There were drops of her wetness on her pink insides and a sort of cum bubble forming in the hole.

He worked her into a fit touching and stroking and playing with just her clit. It was red and much larger now than when they started. He released her pussy and moved between her open thighs closer until she felt his warm breath on her wet cunt. "Fuck me Paul! Come on baby put that cock inside me and fuck me", Dhea asked.

Paul smiled and spread her pussy lips again as he took the tip of his finger and touched her hot cum filled hole taking a little of the juices settling there. It stuck to his finger as he slowly lifted it and showed her the long string of her cum connected her hole and his finger. He said: "You're not ready yet my lovely Dhea. You 're pussy isn't read yet, but soon my love, soon you'll feel my cock as it dives deep into your pussy and fills you like I know you need."

Paul reached into the little desk he had under the table where Dhea was secured on. He pulled out what looked like a small thin paint brush the type a kid might use to paint a model airplane or use for water coloring painting. It had along handle and thin long brushes which were soft and long.

Pau showed it to her and said: "Tell me how this feels Dhea. They say it's wonderful if used correctly. I am very good with it. Watch and feel."

As Dhea watched the brush Paul moved it down very slowly with his right hand as he again used his other hand to spread her pussy lips and expose her hard throbbing clit. Ever so lightly Paul touched her clit with the brush. She arched and moaned as she lifted her ass up automatically as he played with her clit. 

Seeing her body react to the touch of the brush, Paul smiled up at her from between her wide open thighs and told her: "Magnificent!! You are so magnificent my lovely Dhea. Your body knows what it wants and it reacts without you doing anything but watching and enjoying this."

Then he began to run the brush slow and very gently around both sides of her clit hood which was really sticking out now. Her clit was pulsing like a heart beat as he worked on her. Moving the brush around the clit sometimes, then under it and over it other times was driving Dhea wild. 

Then he would touch her clit directly and Dhea would begin to hump and push her cunt up at the brush or anything else it could touch. But Paul was very skilled and only let the brush touch around her clit. When she started to try and cum and fuck using her body to lift and hump, Paul would move the brush away and let her recover a little. It went on and on until Dhea started to yell at him to let her cum. 

He had her body so excited she was humping and humping as her thighs strained to free her legs and feet from the restraints that held them. She wanted to close her legs and squeeze them tight but couldn't. She wanted to shove a finger or two into her cunt hole and fuck herself until she had an orgasm again. She needed one so baldy now. Closing her thighs would have helped with that oh so sexual straining feeling, the feeling of her orgasm and cumming would relieve for her. 

But Paul was directly her orgasms now and when he let her cum, Dhea would cum, and cum so hard she would scream. Paul was merciless with the brush and his tongue. He never stuck his fingers in her hole only licked it. She would yell that she needed his dick or a toy to fill her and Paul would always say: "In time my love, in time."

His hand never stopped moving the brush as he continued to work it around and over and on her clit. When he licked her he made her cum and he would taste her sweet juices before he went back to work. She was always in a state of cumming or near cumming.

When Dhea screamed and arched her ass up higher as she humped and humped and humped letting her body taking control of her now, Paul watched and did just enough to let her cum before going back to work on her.

She couldn't stop now, her hips were pumping and her pussy moving as if it was trying to grab something and hold it inside her hole so she could fuck it. She needed something tick and long to fill her cunt so baldy. She started to cry and Paul would let her. She begged him and yelled at him and then begged him again.

So Paul gave her something to fuck. He took the 8 inch long dildo and very slowly, almost painfully he pushed it into her hole about 6 inches. She immediately grabbed it with her cunt and held it as she fucked herself on it.

Paul watched her body going wild on the toy stuck in her hole. After a few minutes of watching her fucking it, he uses one hand to move the toy in and out of her cunt fucking her hole with the toy. 

He used the brush now on her nipples and watched as Dhea close her eyes and felt the toy moving in and out of her. "OH GOD YES! Yes, yes, yes, fuck me Paul fuck me fuck me hard", she moaned the words as she climaxed as hard as she could ever remember. Paul loved it, she was his now.

Finally Paul stopped the brush and used the dildo moving it in and of her cunt as deep s he could get it. When he pulled it out, it was covered with her cum and again Paul saw the milky color juices form in her hole. He again used his finger to tap it and slowly pulled it up watching the long string of cum come up with it. See Dhea? You're almost there. See your cum? Soon you will feel my cum and it will join my cum with yours and we will mate you, breed you, we will join as one", he whispered as he slid his lips down to hers and she kissed him with a fever she had never known.

When the kiss broke off Dhea said: "Do it Paul, fuck me with your cock, I need it badly. I want to feel it so much, Put it in me Paul fuck me fuck me like a bitch in heat. Oh Paul I'm so in need, stick your cock in me now. Do it now baby! Fuck me."

But Paul had one more thing he wanted to do before he fucked her. He moved to her and lay on top of her. He kissed her lips and then moved down to her breast. Dhea had the longest and thickest nipples he had ever seen. He sucked her nipples and sucked them hard as he rubbed his big hard cock up and down her wet slit. "Oh God Paul!! Please baby!! Put it in me now", Dhea told him.

Them as before he said; "Another few minute baby I want to see how you react to this."

Again he reached into the desk under the table and this time he had another toy. It too had a long handle and at the end a smooth round ball, the size of a steel medium size marble. It was silver in color and very hard. 

Again Dhea watched as Paul slowly lowered it down to her clit as his fingers pulled back on the hood and her big clit came popping out. Now it was blood red and looked mad. 

Dhea watched as Paul gently touched her clit with the steel ball like he used his finger tip earlier. Tap, tap, tap, the toy came down like a hammer only very gently hitting the clit. "Oh Jesus! OH Paul! Oh God!", she cried out.

Tap, tap, tap, Dhea cry out with each touch of the ball. Tap, tap, tap, Paul wondered if her cries were of lust, need, pleasure or maybe even some pain. Tap, tap, tap he wasn't sure but he didn't stop until Dhea screamed and squirted all over the table, his hand and the toy. Paul had made Dhea orgasm so hard she squirted her cum, that was a first for her.

He dropped the top and moved forward taking his cock and placed the head at the wet cum filled hole. "Dhea had her eyes close and was panting like she had run a mile. "Dhea", he said.

Nothing, her eyes were still close. "DHEA!" he said again 

Louder this time she still didn't open her eyes. Paul watched as her breasts were rising and falling with her heavy breathing. "Open your eyes DHEA", he said even louder.

She was sort of in a fog. He pressed a button and the chair came up making her now in a sitting position. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He untied her arms and legs and said: "Look down between your legs."

She did as he told her and they both watched as his thick cock head was slowly push against her open pussy lips stretching them more and then it entered her cunt . They both moaned as Paul began to push and push his big dick into her body.

"Oh fuck yes" she hissed at him as she placed her arms around his neck and circled her body with her legs. 

Paul drove his dick into her body hard. His ball slapped her ass for the first tie. He was embedded inside her now, fully. He held it there and felt her wiggle on him.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" was all Dhea said as Paul began to push and pull his cock in and out of her wet hot cut.

He felt so hard and so big inside her but she loved it. This was the biggest cock she had ever had in her body. She loved how he could pull almost out of her leaving only the big swollen cock head in her before he slammed it back into her hole all the way and filled her deeper then anyone had ever been.

She pulled him to her and kissed him hard shoving her tongue into his mouth! They rocked together back and forth as she enjoyed his cock pressed deep, so deep his cock head was past her cervix. "OH Jesus Paul, fuck me baby! Drive it into me please. Fuck me, fuck me" she told him over and over again.

Paul was very hard and her body gave him great pleasure. He lifted her up and again carried her to a bed next to the chair. He laid her down and with his cock still inside her and started to fuck her like a wild man. While she was on her back, her legs were over her head and her knees pressed against her tits. 

Paul was like a savage now. Her cunt was hot and tight and she knew how to squeeze his dick and milk it each time he pushed down into her hole. Yes, yes that's it baby! Fuck me back" Paul whispered to her as he lay on top of her and she lifted up meeting his thrusts.

He was moving much faster now. His need was great and he wanted to cum in her so badly from the very first second he saw her. As he pumped and thrust his cock deep into her pussy Paul said: "Yes, that it. Fuck me baby! Fuck me and make me cum in your sweet pussy."

Dhea was beside herself, she had cum so many times she was out of breath and her body was tired. "Damn he has some endurance", she said to herself trying as hard as she could to make Paul cum in her.

Paul lifted her legs wrapping his strong arms around her thighs and lifted her bending her in half. He fucked her harder still, fucked her almost straight down into her pussy hole now. His face showed the strain as he tried to hold off cumming. But it was just too much. This Asian beauty was so good with her cunt and so beautiful he couldn't hold back. He arched his back and his ass squeezed ass his cock began to cum. He slammed down into her and held it there.

And cum he did! His balls were full and his need was greater than he could ever remember. He moaned and pushed as deep into Dhea's pussy as he could get. Then he yelled: "I'm cumming! Oh God baby! It's so good."

She held on to him as best she could as he still had her bent in half. He stayed on top of her for a long time. She felt like he would never stop cumming. He filled her cunt hole to over flowing and she knew he had cum deeper than Bobby ever could. He had filled and coated her starving hot womb completely with his seed. 

When he was done he finally rolled off from between her thighs but, he kept her bent over like she was with her legs over her head. He kept her like that telling her it was the best way to try and keep his cum in her. 

He rubbed her pussy with one hand as he held her legs up. He played with here cunt and the cum dripping at the top. "You're really full baby I gave you so much cum you'll be dripping for days", he said as she smiled back at him.

After about 10 minutes he released her thighs and she slowly sat up. Paul held her and kissed her and Dhea felt the huge pool of cum fill up under her ass. Paul got out of bed and took her hand. They walked to the shower. 

Once they were in the shower he said: "You did very well tonight my pet. But we have just begun. I will fuck you as often as you can make me hard. Now kneel down in the warm water and suck my cock. When it's hard we'll dry off and I'll take you from behind. That's a better way to ensure my cum pumps as deep into your pussy as I can get it. It will push past your cervix again and coat your womb completely that should make you pregnant if you can get that way.

Dhea smiled up at him as she took his soft cock into her mouth looking into his strong blue eyes. He stroked her hair and face as she licked his cock head. As she sucked and used her hand to stroke his shaft she felt the head grow larger in her mouth! This is going to do it"; she said to herself," I'm sure Paul's big cock will mate me."

Paul looked down at this beautiful Asian woman and wondered how he got so lucky! 


She remembered the feeling of her body burning with desire. Her lust was so high that day Dhea didn't know what was wrong with her. Was it Paul or just that she was so horny? She smiled thinking of how handsome Paul was and his body was very nice and his cock..... "WOW he did have a nice cock", she said to herself.

Whichever it was Paul was able to relieve it and made her orgasm like she had never done before but which she needed so very badly that day. Dhea remembered the finger vibrators and how his talented hand had drove her wild as he drove them to his office. His hand never stopped moving even when he drove the car. 

She remembered how he used the "G" spot stimulator to make her cum so many times. She was sure she was going to pee on him when he worked the toy on her special spot. But then when she climaxed it almost blew her head off. She never came so many times than she did that day.

And she remembered Paul's cock. She remembered how it felt throbbing in her hands and that it took two hands to hold it and jerk it for him. It was so long and so thick! She smiled thinking of how it looked laying on her pussy mound and extended all the way up to her belly button. 

Dhea remembered how it came so much it covered her body with cum. There was so much of it that it shot all the way to her face and tits which were covered with it. He moved it all around and she watched as he kept cumming and covered her thighs and belly and the last few drops dripped on her pussy top.

She was rubbing her pussy now, legs open and her fingers were masturbating her body fast and hard. As she did Dhea remembered how Paul had teased her and made her wild and hungry for his dick. She smiled thinking she was the one who usually teased the man, but Paul was very skilled and knew exactly what he was doing to make her feel good. She had demanded and then begged for his cock and while he rubbed her pussy with his dick he didn't put it inside her. But he had promised to do it the next time they met. 

Dhea loved how Paul had worked so hard and long to please her like no man had ever done before. He was in no hurry or was demanding, his only need that day was to make her cum and please her. She liked that very much. She would repay him when the met and fuck his brains out! Or with that big dick he might fuck her brains out.

She didn't know how long she laid there playing with her body but when the phone rang it sort of woke her up. When she answered it Paul was on the other end of the line. He said: "I want you to dress up in something sexy and be ready when I pick you up at 6:30PM. We're going to dinner and talk about your test results. Then we'll decide if you should come back to my place and let me work on your body again like the other day Dhea. We need to make you cum again like the other day. Did you enjoy the other day baby! Did I make you cum enough?"

Dhea was nude and had her other hand on her pussy as she whispered very low: "Yes, the other day was wonderful Paul. Are the results of the test good or bad?"

He said; "Tonight baby! We'll talk about all of that tonight. Now be ready at 6:30 PM and wear stockings and a belt. Don't wear any panties."

She said: "What?"

He laughed and told her: "Don't wear any panties Dhea. I will give you a pair I just purchased for you."

She stuttered: "You, you, you got me panties? What kind what color?"

He said: "You'll have to wait until tonight. I want to put them on you, Do you like that idea. Do you like that I would buy you panties. They are silky and lacy and I think you'll love them. But I want to put them on you."




Training Ch. 20



She sighed and said: "God that is so sexy! Yes Paul I love the idea that you are buying my undies."

She smiled and rubbed her pussy. Paul said: "Then until tonight. I'll be there at 6:30 PM and I want to come inside your place and kneel in front of you and put the panties on you. Then we'll go to diner and talk. I have something important to tell you and ask you Dhea. See you tonight."

He hung up and she shoved two fingers deep inside her pussy and fucked her cunt hard and fast until she arched her back and lifted up off the bed and climaxed hard!! 

When she woke up it was 4 PM. She ran a bath and got ready for dinner with Paul.

At 6:30 PM exactly Paul rang the door bell. He was dressed in a very expensive pair of slacks and a soft polo shirt. When Dhea opened the door Paul smiled and licked his lips she looked incredible. She had on a very short little black dress that showed off her figure. A set of pearls around her neck and ear rings that hung down and shook when she moved. Her make up was great not to much, she didn't need much. She looked like a million buck standing there in her 5 inch black fuck me heels

She smiled and said: "I'm almost finished dressing Paul. Do you have something for me?"

Paul stepped into her living room and kissed her hard and long slipping his tongue in her mouth. Dhea sucked on it and pressed her body against his. He ran his hands down her back and cupped her ass. It felt so nice and round and firm in his hands. Paul finally pulled back and told her: "You look wonderful baby! You're so lovely and black is your color."

She smiled and told him: "Thank you, you look very nice too."

Paul then handed her the gift which was wrapped in a box and had a nice bow on it. She undid the wrapping and opened it and saw the black sort of a throng he had purchased for her. There were very thin straps and a small cover and that was all there was to it. She said: "This is the smallest pair of panties I ever saw."

Paul told her: "Well it have just enough material needed for tonight. Now let me put them on you."

He knelt directly in front of Dhea and told her to lift her dress up. She stood there and lifted her dress until he could see that she was wearing stockings and a garter belt. But she didn't have on any panties and she opened her legs showing him her nicely trimmed pussy and pink pussy lips. He said: If you are going to wear these types of panties for me you'll have to start shaving more and closer."

His fingers rubbed up and down her pussy slit. The he said: "Lift your right foot for me."

Dhea placed her hands on his big shoulders and lifted her foot as Paul looked directly into her cunt. Then he slipped the straps to the throng over the heels. "Now the other foot", she said looking up at her.

She lifted her left foot and Paul slid the straps over that heel. Then he slowly ran the throng up her legs until he got it just above her knees. He smiled and said: "When you come back to my place tonight Dhea, I'll shave you completely so you can wear these all the time. I have fiver more in different colors in the car for you."

Dhea began to get wet thinking she would wear these types of panties whenever she was with Paul. She was sure he would demand that since he purchased them for her. Maybe, she wouldn't wear any panties when she was with him. She smiled at that idea.

Before Paul pulled the throng all the way up her thighs he reached into his pocket and pulled out an egg. "Oh yes, I a have another present for you. It's a vagina egg and you'll be wearing it too tonight Dhea. I will control the stimulator and you'll wear the egg. Yes baby it's a small vibrator. I want to see how you react when I use it while we are out tonight."

Dhea didn't' say anything as Paul inserted it into her pussy and then pulled the throng up securing it in place. The throng was tight around her pussy and covered just enough to hold the egg inside her body. He had again planned everything. Tonight would be more enjoyment for her and him. 

Dhea asked what it would feel like and Paul gave her pussy a taste of the vibrations she would feel. He used a light setting, number 2 on a scale of 1-10. Dhea felt the egg vibrating and squeeze her thighs tightly together. Paul smiled and asked: "How does it feel?"

Dhea had to sit down. Then he turned the egg off and then on and then off with his remote. Dhea finally said: "God it feels like I'm going to cum every time you do that Paul."

Paul told her: "Yes, that's what it is suppose to do. I want you to wear it all night for me. I will surprise you on and off tonight and see how your body reacts. I think you'll like the feeling when you get use to it. But I won't leave it on all the time. It's to be used when you are not expecting it so much."

And with that they left for dinner. As Dhea sat in his car and Paul used the remote and turned it to three. The feeling lifted her ass up off the seat. "Better put your seat belt on", Paul told her.

Dhea moaned and squeezed her thighs tightly as the egg continued to vibrate but he had turned the power down to one. As Paul turned it down, he left it on so he could watch her reactions all the way to the restaurant. When they got there Dhea's cunt was dripping wet from being vibrated for 20 minutes. She had already climaxed once in the car and now she felt she needed to cum again before they went inside. 

"Make me cum again Paul. I need to cum before we go into the restaurant or I'm going to be so embarrassed", she said in her sexist voice. Dhea was ready to fuck him now!! She would have done it in his car or against a building! Anywhere.

But Paul stopped the toy and told her: "NO! You'll have to wait until we get back to my place now Dhea. Then I'll make you cum like the other night! Do you like how the egg feels baby?"

Dhea shook her head yes and they both walked into the restaurant to eat. They sat in a booth and next to each other. When Dhea sat down she could feel the egg pushing against her vagina opening but the new panties Paul had put on her kept it secured inside her hole. Her skirt was sitting high on her legs with most of her thighs showing as well as those sexy stockings she wore for him. He touched her thigh and slid his hand down between them cupping her inner thigh. She sighed as his hand rode higher just as the waiter arrived. 

Paul ordered for both of them and ran his hand higher up her inner leg as the waiter took his order and looked at where his hand was now. He could see the tops of the stocking, which were darker than the rest of the stocking. He stood there until Paul said: "Well? Go on, I gave you the order."

The waiter left immediately and Dhea blushed when Paul told her:" You know that guy was watching my hand going up between your legs baby. How does that make you feel? Do you like it? Do you like the idea of a man watch me touch your thighs like this?"

He squeezed her leg and moved it a little higher. He was now squeezing her inner thigh about her stockings, the bottom of her panties was visible to anyone who walked by. Dhea moved her hand and said: "Please Paul, that's too high everyone can see."

Paul said: "I know baby but I think deep inside, secretly, you enjoy men looking at you, especially between your legs. So tell you what, open your thighs wider for me and the waiter. Let him see the new panties you're wearing."

Dhea hesitated until Paul pushed gently on one leg with his hand and Dhea slowly spread her thighs a little wider. It was only about 2 or 3 inches but enough for the waiter to see the small silky patch that covered her two holes. Paul smiled knowing she was doing everything he told her and that he was sure she liked the idea of men looking at her body and especially between her legs. 

The tops of her thighs and her panties were there for him and the waiter to see. Paul's hand was resting on her smooth soft skin right next to the panties leg. He kissed her and whispered: "That's my girl. Now keep them open like that when he comes back with our drinks."

Dhea complied and the waiter just stood there looking at her athletic thighs and Paul's hand. Finally Paul waved him away again and Dhea tried to close her legs but Paul stopped her. Instead he pressed his hand against the egg and Dhea felt the lightest vibrations from the number one setting as Paul cupped her cunt on the outside of her panties. He pressed his hand tighter against her pussy and felt the vibration himself from the egg inside her hole.

Dhea laid her head against Paul's arm and moaned little as he rubbed her pussy up and down and then took his hand out from between her legs and put it to his face. She watched as he inhaled her sent and then licked his fingers.

During dinner whenever she looked up into his face almost begging him to turn off the toy Paul would bend down and kiss her and gave her his tongue. Sometimes he would turn it off sometimes he would turn it up and then sometimes he did nothing. Soon she was giving him her tongue back as her passion built. Paul smiled as they broke.

Once when they broke the kiss and she was panting with desire and need he whispered: "Soon baby soon we'll be in my house and I'll relieve your need. You have such a soft pussy Dhea and I am going to enjoy fucking you."

She moaned again and lifted up to kiss him again. 

Again and again he would move his hand between her thighs which now remained open all the time during dinner. He would cup her panties to feel how wet she was becoming. Again and again he would bring the hand to his face and then licked his fingers as she watched. 

Then one time he removed his hand from between her legs and moved it to her face. He said: "Smell, can you smell your need, it's your gift to me?"

Dhea said: "Gift?"

Paul said: "Yes baby a gift of your wetness, your cum showing me your need that I am giving you. Can you smell it?"

Dhea shook her head yes, she was beyond words. Paul moved his face very close to hers and whispered: "Then lick your fingers Dhea and taste it, taste the gift."

Dhea did as he told her as her body shook with her sexual lust. Her voice was very low and soft and almost gone. Paul would watch her and he would stop the vibratos until she calmed down. Then he would turn it back on when she wasn't ready and she would jump or push her pussy against his hand. She began to thrust more and more each time he touched her and he knew she was close to cumming again. 

Then the last time it happened was timed with when the waiter gave Paul the bill. Paul turned the toy up to three just as the waiter stood there watching his hand between her open thighs. Dhea moaned and began to hump Paul's hand as she started to orgasm. She couldn't stop herself even when she saw the waiter watching her. Her hips and pelvis just kept fucking Paul's hand holding her cunt. Paul said: "Watch her; I'm going to make her cum."

The waiter stood there and watched as Dhea began to fuck Paul's hand harder and faster as he rubbed and played with her pussy as the egg vibrated inside her body. Dhea climaxed as both men watched her body cum. When he finally stopped it he removed his hand and lifted it up offering it to the waiter. "Want to smell her, taste her", asked?

The waiter didn't know what to do so Paul said: "Your lost."

He moved his hand to his own face and licked his fingers as the waiter stood there with his mouth open. Finally Paul handed him the bill and payment with a very large tip. 

When the waiter left, Dhea put her head on the table and Paul stroked her back as he turned off the vibrator completely. He lifted her face and said: "You did well tonight my pet. Very well and I will reward you for that when we get to my place. Are you ready to go now? I know your body need relief and your pussy, does it need fucking Dhea? Tell me what you need."

Dhea looked into his eyes and saw the excitement as she said: "Yes....yes Paul I'm ready. God yes, I need you to fuck me so badly. But I need to go to the bathroom first I' soaking wet and need to pee."

Paul smiled at her and said: "Good, very good my love. But, first take the egg out and hand it to me."

She looked at him and he knew what she was going to say, so he said it first. "Yes baby here, right here, take it out and hand it to me here", he whispered in her ear.

Dhea blushed like hell but she opened her legs and very quietly and quickly pulled her panties to the side and took out the egg that had driven her wild all night. Paul knew it was the one toy that made her cum twice so far, once in the car and once in the restaurant. Paul held out his hand and she placed it there and smiled. He stood up and they walked to the bathrooms.

Once Dhea came out he gave the valet the ticket and while the kid went to get the car Paul whispered: "It's time Dhea, time for us to fuck. Are you ready for me?"

Dhea looked into his eyes and took his hand in hers and said: "Yes Paul, I am ready." 

He said: "Then let's go back to my home."

They got into the car and as Paul drove he said: "I want you to do what I tell you tonight Dhea and do it when I tell you. Will you do that?"

She said yes and looked at him as he drove. He was handsome and strong and tall and very nicely built no stomach and strong arms and a large chest and shoulders. 

He turned towards her and said: "Lift your dress up so I can see your vagina. Do it now."

Dhea lifted her ass up off the car seat and lifted her skirt up it rested on her hips above her pussy. She turned towards him and lifted her left leg up on the seat exposing her pussy. He reached over and ran a hand over her heat. "You're very wet Dhea, you want to give me your gift don't you?"

She sighed and told him: "Yes Paul, I want to give everything to you."

He said: "Spread our pussy lips for me. Show me how wet you are. "You are very excited about what is going to happen aren't you?"

Again she told him yes. Then Paul told her show me Dhea, put your index finger inside your love hole and then show me how wet it is."

Dhea did as she was told and when she took her finger out of her pussy hole Paul told her to put it in his mouth. Again Dhea moaned and moved her fingers to his mouth and Paul sucked and licked and played with her finger with his tongue.

Then they pulled into the driveway of his home and he pulled the car into the garage and they stepped out. As Paul came around the side of the car he took her in hi arms and lifted her up carrying her into the house.

He held her to him feeling her heat, and the was she was pressing her body into his, he knew she had a great need to be satisfied. He broke the embrace and asked if she wanted or needed a drink before they started. She told him: "No thank you I want to experienced all of this and feel it all without anything blocking my senses."

He smiled and took her hand. They walked into his basement and there was a chair just like the one in his office. He turned her around and unzipped her dress. The zipper came down to the top of her ass. He slowly slid the dress off her shoulders and it fell down her body to her feet. Dhea was standing with her back to him and she stepped out of the dress as it lay on the floor. 

Dressed in her bra, stockings and garter belt she stood there and he moved into her. She felt his body press against her back and ass and she didn't move. Paul ran his hands around the front of her body and cupped her firm breasts as his cock hardened against her ass. Dhea felt both and lay back against him.

Paul kissed her neck and shoulder and licked her ear and neck and squeezed her breasts. Then he removed his hands and undid her bra. He pushed this off her shoulders to. Then he tuned her arou0nd and looked at her. She was spectacular. Her long hair hung passed her shoulders. Her eyes burned with lust and desire and she stood there nude except for the stockings and belt.

He said: "Dhea, you are so beautiful. As he said it he bent down and kissed her hard. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts into his chest. He could feel her hard nipples against his body. Dhea felt his cock bobbing up against her pussy between her legs as it started to grow harder. IT felt very big already. She spread her thighs a little and as she did she felt the shaft move into the opening she made for it. Now it pressed against her vagina. She moaned into his mouth as they tongue fucked each other and moved against each other's sex. 

He smiled and asked her again: "Are you ready Dhea? Its time to stimulate your body like last time and then you'll feel my cock deep inside your body. Are you ready for me to cum deep inside your hole, coating your womb and filling you with my seed?"

She moaned again as he picked her up in his arms again and carried her to the chair. She at down and Paul took her left leg and put it in the stirrup and tied it with the straps. Then he did the same to her right foot. Spread wide he stepped back and looked at her open pussy. He bent down and gave it a kiss and a soft slow lick Dhea cried out when she felt his tongue enter her hole. 

But Paul wasn't going to eat her pussy, not now anyway. He had other plans. "I'll finish that for you a little later Dhea. Right now I have a couple toys I want to use on you."

She watched as Paul took her arms and tied her wrists together and then tied them over her head. Completely secured now he kissed her and asked: "Do you trust me Dhea? I mean truest me completely, fully?"

Dhea closed her eyes and whispered: "yes. I want this as much as you want to do it to me."

He corrected her by saying: "With you love, not to you. You'll enjoy it an sow will I. Tonight we see how long you can stand being stimulated directly before you beg me to fuck you. So the rules are this, you enjoy the touch and the sexual play until you can't stand it any longer and then tell me what you want."

She said: "I want you to fuck me Paul! Now or later it will be the same. I want that cock to fuck me and cum in me."

"Then you will do as I say and allow me the fun and pleasure of working on your body and watching you cum and orgasm", he said as he began to touch her pussy. 

His fingers came down over her pussy mound and his other hand came up between her wide open thighs. He said: "Now we begin my lovely Dhea. Now we'll both see how hard you can cum and how often. That will be my pleasure just watching you. Your pleasure will be to cum and cum for me before I fuck you like you have never been fucked before. Lay your head back and watch me or close your eyes and enjoy the touch."

Paul used one hand to open Dhea's pussy lips wide so his other hand could begin to touch her clit with his finger tips. Back and forth he worked his fingers rubbing across her growing clit ball and then just touching her like a feather. 

He used his one hand to pull her clit hood back exposing all of her pink clit. Then he used his fingers to tap, tap, tap, and tap on her clit gently making her jump and arch up with each touch. His mouth moved down and he touched her clit with his tongue. Dhea moaned loudly as she felt it lick around and over her wetness! Paul then pressed his tongue against her clit and kept the pressure there until she began to cum. He licked and licked and licked until her orgasm was finished.

Paul asked her if it felt good and all she did was moan again as he began to work on her again. He could see her wetness, her cum from her orgasm form in her hole. It looked creamy in color. Not dark white like his cum but sort of a cloudy milky water color. There were drops of her wetness on her pink insides and a sort of cum bubble forming in the hole.

He worked her into a fit touching and stroking and playing with just her clit. It was red and much larger now than when they started. He released her pussy and moved between her open thighs closer until she felt his warm breath on her wet cunt. "Fuck me Paul! Come on baby put that cock inside me and fuck me", Dhea asked.




Training Ch. 21



It was Tuesday and the day Bobby was scheduled to leave his mom's house and go next door to Bonnie's home for a few days to be with her. But that morning Bonnie called and told him not to bother coming over at all this week she was going to be busy. Bobby was sure she was with that big guy he saw in her back yard fucking her. 

She told him: "Baby I'm sorry but I really need this time with my new friend James. He won't be in town after Friday and maybe we can be together next week."

Then she told Bobby: "Baby, it's OK. I am going to drip off a present for you and your mom. I'm sure you will both like it."

Bobby wondered what it was but Bonnie wouldn't tell him. 

So after the phone call Bobby showered and came into the kitchen with his mom. As he ate his breakfast his mother gave him a nice slow blow job. "I'm sorry mom I don't have much time today for anything else but I'll make it up to you tonight when I get home. OK", he said as he saw her swallow and then wiped her mouth. 

She smiled and kissed hi goodbye. Bobby could taste his cum on her lips and smell it on her breath as she whispered: "You young man, own me big and you will make it up to me tonight. Your pretty face will be buried between my legs licking me. Understand" she smiled as she whispered in his ear.

He smiled and told her it was a deal. Jane watched him walk to his car and drive way. She loved to please her son each morning and promised him that if he went to college in town instead of going away to school she would make sure his cock was well drained and milked every morning and again at night. She also told him she would do it any way he wanted depending on the time he had before class. 

So off to class Bobby went and a few minutes later Bonnie was wrapping on her door. Jane opened it and saw Bonnie with her new man. His name was James and he was a huge man. Standing almost 6'4'"; and she guessed he was 250 if he was an ounce. But he was all muscles not fat.

They both came into the living room and began to talk to her. It seemed that Bonnie had met this guy about two weeks ago and they had now become lovers. She told her best friend that she still wanted Bobby when James was out of town. But, that wouldn't be until next week. Bonnie knew Bobby would be at Dhea's home next week and after that he would be back with his mom.

Bonnie knew this and she asked Jane to switch weeks with her so she could have Bobby again while James was gone away on business. James knew their arrangement and was OK with Bobby being with Bonnie and learning and being schooled in the ways of sexual pleasure by these matured women. "Actually he is a very lucky boy. I sure wish I have a woman like Bonnie or yourself Jane to teach and train me when I was his age", James told them both.

James eyed Jane like a piece of meat and she could see her liked what he saw. She smiled and told him: "Well I'm happy you and Bonnie are happy together."

She wanted to be sure he got the message there was no way he was going to have her too at last as long as Bonnie was with him. While they all drank coffee and talked about their arrangement Jane couldn't get over the size of the guy sitting next to her best friend. His hands and feet were huge. Jane couldn't help but think about his cock, was it as big as the rest of him? She was thinking: "If so Bonnie would hold on to this guy for a long time. Good for her she deserved to have a great sex life with a big guy."

After a short time Bonnie gave Jane the surprise she had. It was a DVD and Bonnie told her to watch it with her son. She was sure they would both love to see it. Before they left Bonnie made Jane promise she would wait until Bobby got home and then they should sit in the family room and watch the DVD. Bonnie knew that they would be as nude or almost nude like usual as they sat and watched the DVD. She also knew that they would be going wild on each other after a short time of watching it. Bonnie kissed Jane goodbye and again told her she wouldn't be sorry if she waited for Bobby. 

Then the two loves left leaving Jane alone for a few hours. Jane bathed and put on a robe and waited for her son to come home. She was tempted to watch the DVD but she waited. 

Bobby was right on time today and for that Jane was glad. As he came into the house Bobby saw Jane in her rob. It was one sure sign that she had showered and was super clean and super horny! She had been waiting for him to get home so he could have sex with her. He was glad because the smell of her perfume and the way she looked wearing nothing under the robe made him as horny and he wanted to fuck her badly.

Jane told him she had a surprise for him that Bonnie had dropped off. Bobby wanted to know what it was but she demanded that he clean up, shower and shave and when he came come he should be in his boxers as usual. They would eat dinner and then she would show him what the surprise was. He finally got out of her that it was a DVD and he was sure it was porn. His mom just laughed and told him: "You know Bonnie all to well baby. I'm sure it is too but we'll watch it together. OK? Now go shower and I'll fix diner. Hurry I want to see it as much as you do."

As they ate Jane told her son that Bonnie didn't want him over at all this week but he knew that already. She explained about Bonnie's new boyfriend and how big he was. Bobby reminded her by saying: "Yea we saw him in her back yard and if you remember he was huge in every department."

Jane held her hand to her mouth and laughed. She hadn't seen James cock but she was sure he was big down there too. 

Bobby was scheduled to go to Dhea's house tonight so that meant he had the rest of the week to stay home with his mom and enjoy his time with her. 

She told him how happy she was that they would have more time together and that she hoped he was happy about that too. Bobby told her: "I'm very happy mom. I love being with you and I can always see Bonnie some other time. So now can we watch the DVD?"

Jane smiled and told him: Sure baby. How about we turn on a fire and cuddle on the rug in the family room like we always do when we watch a movie?"

Bobby smiled knowing cuddle meant they would both be nude and making out which always turned into a fuck session. They hardly ever saw an end to a movie the first time. So when his mom stood and took her dishes to the sink he said: "Let's do the dishes later. I want to see what Bonnie gave us."

His mom took his hand and they walked into the family room. While Bobby loaded the DVD his mother turned on the fire and they she took off her robe dropping it where she stood. Fully nude Bobby watched her every move. "She is so damn hot", he said to himself.

As she turned around she saw Bobby lying on the rug and he too was fully nude and watching her. She walked towards him and slowly knelt in front of him. Then she laid down on her left side pushing the back of her body into his front. 

Bobby put his arm under her head and she laid her head on it as she pressed her ass into his cock. She could feel him hardening already. God how she loved how his cock grew full in seconds, "Youth is so wonderful", she said to herself.

Bobby pressed play on toe DVD machine and the video started.

Bobby put his right arm over hers and let his finger lightly touch her right tit as the video stayed. It showed Bonnie taking off her robe revealing that she was completely nude under it. Swaying as she walked she moved to the bed where a long set of legs was showing in front of her. As she moved to the bed Jane and bobby cold both see the long set of legs belonged to Jane. She was lying on the bed fully nude. 

Bonnie moved slowly up over Jane's body kissing and licking as she went. Bobby heard his mother take a deep breath and say: "Oh my, I didn't know she filmed us together. Maybe we shouldn't watch this Bobby. I was very nasty that day."

Bobby laughed and said: "No way am I turning this off. Relax mom just lay back and watch it with me. I like it so far."

As they watched Bonnie move over the bed and lay on top of Jane kissing and touching her everywhere, Bobby's cock grew quickly and his hands moved to his mother's breast. With both hands now Bobby cupped his mother's big right breast and squeezed it making the nipple stick out longer and begins to harden. 

As they watched the movie of his mother and Bonnie making love he looked from the movie to his mother's nipple growing hard and long from his touch. Jane shook her head and said: "I never wanted you to see this Bobby. I mean I did everything with Bonnie that night. I just didn't know she was filming it."

Bobby whispered in her ear: "Well it's damn hot mom. I mean Bonnie and you are so good looking and now I see you making love!! WO! God she's sucking your nipples now and her fingers are playing with your pussy. It's wild!!! I love seeing you like this."

Jane surrendered just like she always did to her boy when it came to sex and pleasure. She stopped protesting and began to relax. Jane turned a little towards her son and moved her arm so she could run her fingers on his hair. He held her right breast and lowered his head down on her nipple. 

She held his head and said: "OH Bobby you make me so hot. Yes baby suck it. Suck it like Bonnie did. Watch, watch her tongue baby. Move your tongue just like she is doing baby. Yes that's it. Just like that baby! It feels so good."

Bobby didn't release her nipple he looked up at the DVD running and watched as the camera moved in, zooming in on Bonnie's mouth and his mother's nipple. When Bonnie sucked Bobby sucked. When Bonnie flicked her tongue over Jane's hard nipple in the movie, Bobby did the same in real life. Jane held her son's head and pushed down on it making Bobby take as much of her big tit in his mouth as he could get. "Oh yes", she hissed as Bobby sucked and squeezed his mother's sensitive nipple and breast.

Bobby kept his eyes on the movie and his mouth on his mother's tit pleasing her just like her neighbor Bonnie had done with her mouth and hands on her tits. "That's it baby you got it. Suck, suck, suck baby. Suck mommy tittie. Suck and feed on it like you use to do. Suck it Bobby. God it feels so good baby", Jane moaned as her son nursed on her breast.

As time went on Jane had turned completely around and was now lying on her back and Bobby was sucking from one tit to the other and then back again. His thigh was between his mother's thighs and his hard cock lay on her pussy. She could feel it and she loved knowing he was ready to fuck her when she was ready. 

They watched as the two women in the movie made out and made love. It was slow and easy and very loving between Jane and Bonnie. Bobby could see how good his next door neighbor was making his mom feel with her hands and mouth. "It was so good Bobby. My first time with her and she knew exactly what to do to me to make me want more. God Bobby I'm so wet just watching this", she told him.

As Bonnie moved Jane around on the bed the DVD now showed Jane's thighs opened wide and Bonnie's hand and fingers stroking and rubbing between them as she now worked on Jane's pussy as she sucked her breasts. 

Bobby broke his hold on his mother's nipples and they both watched as Bonnie's hands and finger began to work his mother's cunt. Again the camera zoomed in and Bobby and his mother could see very clearly how wet and open Jane's pussy was. They could also see Bonnie working Jane's pussy with her fingers. 

Bonnie again sighed as she felt her son's fingers move down her flat belly and over her pelvis and then down between his mother's open legs. Bobby felt his mom spread her legs wider for him giving him full access to her heat.

"Yes baby! Touch me! See how Bonnie uses her finger tips to spread my pussy lips and rub the pink insides? Do that baby! Do what Bonnie is doing to my pussy."

Bobby moaned as he felt his mother slit part and her lips opened like a butterfly as he used his fingers just like Bonnie was doing, separating his mother out pussy lips. Then as Bonnie inserted a finger so did Bonnie. He inserted his fingers as deep as he could into his mom's wet hot cunt hole.

When Bonnie fingered his mother's hole fast Bobby did too. When Bonnie slowed down and gently fingered Jane's cunt so did her son. It was such a great learning session for Bobby. Watching another woman make love to his mother's body was wonderful and erotic. "Who knows better how to please a woman's body better than another woman. "No one", he said to himself.

Jane began to rock on his hand as they watched Bonnie doing that to her in the movie. Jane was cumming in the mo vie and now she was cumming in real life. Jane was in sort of a dream world as her son made her feel so good. "Muum baby! Your fingers feel wonderful! You make mommy love to be touched that way. Look, look how Bonnie uses two hands now", she moaned as she watched him play with her body

Bobby watched as Bonnie knelt between his mother's open thighs and the camera was now looking down between them. They could see Jane's pussy and Bonnie's hands and what she was doing with them.

Bonnie worked his mother's pussy with both hands now. One was working in her cunt hole and the other played with the clit and its hood. Bobby moved down his mother body licking and kissing her as he went. Then he spread his mother's legs even wider and began to work on her pussy just like Bonnie was doing! 

His mother moaned and arched up and Bobby began to gently jerk her clit hood back and forth with his index and thumb. He rubbed it with one finger on each sides of the hood. He was masturbating the clit hood squeezing it very gently as he stoked it just like Bonnie was doing in the movie. Jane moaned and sighed from time to time as Bobby watched the DVD and then did what Bonnie was doing. 

Meanwhile Bobby used his other hand now taking two fingers and inserting them into in his mother pussy hole. He pushed them deep and moved them in and out gently, very gently. He could hear his mother's appreciation in her sighs and moans. Again he began to masturbate her there too just like Bonnie was doing to her.

Again and again he could feel his mother jerk and lift and cry out as his work stimulated her until her clit was full exposed from under the hood. It was throbbing and she was humping and fucking his hands. Bobby looked at the movie and saw that his mom was doing the same thing in the movie from Bonnie working on her the same way. "Yes! God yes Bobby! You're so good. Better than Bonnie and she was fantastic. Now baby! Put you mouth on me please! Eat me! Eat me please! Lick me until I cum."

Bobby smiled and bent forward covering his mother's cunt with his mouth. He looked up one last time to see Bonnie eating his mother's pussy too. Bobby didn't need any directions for this. The three women in his life had taught him how to do this very well. Bobby began to lap and lick and suck on Jane's clit as he kept fingering her cunt hole. Again and again he felt his mother cum and her body stiffened and arch and then hump and hump and hump as she climaxed on her son's talented mouth.

"OH fuck yes!", Jane cried out in the movie and seconds later she cried out in real life as Bobby pushed three fingers deep into her hole as his mouth sucked and his tongue stroked her clit. 

All of a sudden Jane screamed and lifted up off the rug and sort of hung in the air as her body began to fuck his hand like she was having a fit or spell. His mom couldn't stop herself. She continued to fuck his hand and mouth as Bobby lifted her ass up a little higher and jammed his fingers into her hole. 

His face was flooded with his mother's juices and he could taste the bitter sweet taste of her cum and smell the sexual musk her body was giving off. Jane was going wild fucking herself on her son's hands and mouth!

Finally her ass fell back to the rug and she was panting and trying to catch her breath. Bobby came up and held her and kissed her over and over again. As she began to recover he held his mother and she could feel his very hard cock pressing against her body between them. They watched as Bonnie finally moved her face out from between Jane's open legs and she moved off the bed and stood up. Bobby smiled thinking: Fuck! What a body these two woman had. Just look at those tits and asses,"

Jane and her son both turned towards the DVD now and as he held her they watched as Bonnie began to put on a big cock strap on. It had to be 8 inches long and thick. Bobby held his mother close to him and whispered: "Was it good mom? Did you like that big dick? Did it stretch you?"

She smiled and kissed him and said: "Just watch baby."

They watched as the DVD exposed just how much Jane loved that big dick. She was about to be fucked by Bonnie and the biggest cock Jane had ever taken. As Bonnie moved over Jane's body and again knelt between her open thighs she asked: "Would you like this Jane? Would you like me to fuck you with this big dick?"

Bobby saw Bonnie smiled down at Jane as she wiggled the big fake cock in her hand and rubbed it on his mother's cunt and then pointed it at her wet open hole.

Jane smiled back and said; "You're going to kill me one day with that thing. Yes. I want it! I want it all! Shove it in my cunt and fuck me until I cum again. Then I'll do you sweetie."

Bobby watched and from what his mother said he knew this wasn't the first time she had been fucked by this fake cock. It might have been the first time she was with another woman who licked her pussy but his mom had been fucked before with this cock. Bobby pictured his mother and Bonnie using the dildo to fuck each other or maybe they used it alone just a woman with her toy. He wasn't sure.

Bonnie moved up between Jane's open legs until the head of the big strap on dildo was touching her wet pussy lips. As Bobby and his mom watched the head on the toy entered his mother cunt hole and disappear they both heard Jane moaned. Soon the long fake cock was moving in and more and more of it disappeared inside his mother's tunnel.

Bobby was still stroking his mother's pussy with his fingers and Jane still had her legs wide open for him. Jane looked at her son and kissed him. Then she said: "Now this is where it gets better Bobby. Now I can have a real cock, your cock, instead of that fake one. Put your young hard cock inside me and make love to me, fuck me with love baby. Fuck me baby Fuck your momma just like Bonnie is doing but with love baby, with love. Put your cock inside me baby and fuck me. Give me your love Bobby."

Bobby moved quickly between his mother's legs and placed his cock at her wet hot opening. He pushed and she thrust and soon he was fucking her gently and easy. Not like Bonnie was doing in the DVD Bob by was taking his time and making sire his mother enjoyed it. Again the camera zoomed in and as Bobby slowly fucked his mother they both watched Bonnie fucking Jane with the strap on. 

Grunts and moans were heard in the movie and on the rug. Bobby was giving his mom what she needed what she wanted right now, his hard cock, a real cock making slow love to her pussy. And she was milking it and pleasing her son as they made love. 

Kissing and fucking and with a love they both felt Jane wrapped her legs around her son and lifted up taking him as deep as he could get in inside her.

In the DVD Jane was doing the same thing but with lust and a need to cum badly. She was fucking Bonnie back like an animal. And Bonnie was fucking her hard and fast and with no love at all just lust. Both women were filled with lust and Bonnie was now in charged. Her hips moved and moved and Jane moaned and lifted up taking all of the big fake cock into her hole. "Yes! Fuck yes! Give it to me. F U C K MEEEEE", Jane cried out as Bonnie rammed the cock into her cunt. They were fucking hard and fast and you could hear the sounds of the bodies slapping together as they met.




Training Ch. 21



On the rug Bobby was moving in and out of his mother's pussy slowly and lovingly. He was giving his mother more and more pleasure. That was his only goal now, to make sure his mother was being pleased. Her body was being stimulated over and over again taking her higher and higher. "Oh Bobby it's so good baby! Keep fucking me like that, just like that! I'm almost there baby. Slow and steady, yes like that. Just push as deep as you can baby! Yes, yes! Just like that," she moaned into his ear as he lay on top of her.

Bobby lifted her thighs up and sliding his strong arms around them. He lifted and bent her legs a little over her head now. He knew that his mom loved this more than any other thing they did. "Yes baby! So Good! I'm cumming Bobby! OH Bobby yes! I'm cumming Push it all the way in and hold it..........NOW BABY! PUSH!!"

Bobby did what she asked and pushed his cock as deep as he could get it into his mother's pussy. His balls rested on her ass. After a short while she cried out. "Fuck me Bobby. Fuck me now. Really fuck me Bobby now! Ram your big cock into me.", she hissed at him.

Jane was on the verge of cumming both in the DVD and in real life. Both lovers were now fucking her. The first orgasm was wonderful. Bobby gave her a loving slowly fucking and Jane had climaxed very nicely. She loved it that way. But then she loved a hard fuck. And, now her lust was as high as it was in the DVD and she told her son to fuck her now. And fuck her he did.

Jane cried out as Bobby began to fuck her not make love, fuck her. He jammed and rammed his cock into her body as he looked up at the DVD and saw Bonnie doing the same to her with her fake cock strap on. Jane rolled her head from side to side as her pussy was malled by the fake cock and Bobby's real one.

Again and again Jane would hiss at them to fuck her harder, faster. And it seemed that they were both a blur as they pumped their cocks into Jane's hole.

Again and again Bobby felt his mother lock her cunt around his shaft and lift them both up off the rug. When he looked at the DVD, Jane was doing the same thing to Bonnie. She was cumming when she did that and Bobby knew Bonnie and he were both pleasing Jane. 

As the fucking went on Jane was being satisfied by both cocks. But as she looked at her son her love made all the difference. She screamed and her cunt grabbed her son's cock as she screamed again: "Cum in me baby! Fill mommy's cunt with your hot wet cum! Fill me Bobby cum baby! Cum for momma."

Bobby love the words his mother used when she was ready for his cum. It made him that much hotter. When he heard her say momma and felt her lock her cunt around his cock shaft it was just tom much for the young guy. 

He arched his back and lifted his head as he tried as hard as he could to hold off from cumming. "Fuck me Bobby cum in my cunt. Fill your mother's whole with your cock and cum. Give it to me baby", Jane knew this helped to make her son cum. She wanted him to cum now along with her.

Her words and his mother pussy felt so good he had no chance to hold off and Bobby roared as his release was the best he had ever felt. He watched Bonnie fucking his mother on the DVD but all he felt in real life was his cum pumping into her pussy. The feeling of Bobby's cock twitching and jumping inside her always made Jane orgasm. Today was no different. As his cum pumped into her womb Jane arched her back as she was crying out: "Oh Bobby! Bobby! Bobby! YES!! Cum in me!"

In real life his cock was exploding as he pumped shot after warm wet wonderful shot into her cunt filling it until it ran over and coated them both.

Finally he collapsed on top of Jane and as they slowed down and began to recover they turned their heads to watch as Jane finally lowered her ass back on the bed in the DVD. Bonnie slowly pulled the big dick out of Jane's hole. It made a sort of popping sound as it came out. They could see it was all wet and sticky. 

When Bobby finally pulled his cock out of his mother's pussy hole they both could see it too was all wet and sticky. Bobby kissed his mother and held her as they watched Jane finally opened her eyes and look at Bonnie. They smiled at each other.

As Bonnie rolled over and spread her legs she said: "Your turn a baby. Come and fuck me until I cum."

Jane took the strap on, put it on as she knelt between Bonnie's thighs. She rubbed Bonnie's pussy with her own wetness and then Bobby saw his sexy mother began to fuck her best friend's pussy.

Jane moaned and said: "OH GOD! This is so embarrassing Bobby. I swear, this only happened once Bobby. We would masturbate and look at each other doing it. But, we never licked and fucked each other with the strap on. The toy we used can be used by itself. So yes, I fucked Bonnie and she fucked me but only that one time. I swear."

Bobby turned her head and smiled as he said: It's OK mom I love it. I love seeing you being fuck or fucking Bonnie. It's OK! I love watching you and Bonnie. Let's watch until it over."

They held each other and kissed and touched each other as Jane fucked Bonnie until she climaxed too. Then they turned off the DVD player and walked to the bathroom. They showered together and then went to bed. In the middle of the night Bobby got up and watched the DVD again. He wondered if Jane being fucked by Bonnie was really the first time. As his mother slept he wondered if she would do that with Bonnie again while he watched in real life. She told him she would do anything for him. He would love to see them making love. He slowly stroked his cock think how hot that would be to see them both fucked by the other and then he would fuck them both. He would ask Bonnie when he saw her if she would do it. Then maybe Bonnie would talk to Jane and convince her to try it one more time. Maybe they would even have James watch too.



Training Ch. 22



Jane rocked slowly on the very hard cock that was now deep inside her body. Her pelvis moved back and forth in a slow deliberate way yet an unconscious manor. She was in a sort of fog a dream world as she felt the silky soft outer skin of the cock as well as the extremely hard shaft under it. The head of the cock was throbbing deep inside her pussy tunnel as she worked to keep it from cumming so fast. 

With her eyes closed and her head slightly back, only her pelvis and hips moved. She rocked it back and forth feeling the exquisite and intense pleasure she was giving her body from the hard young dick deep inside her cunt hole. "Oh God Bobby this is so good baby. So good", she whispered to him. 

Her eyes still closed and her head still tilted back, her body throbbed and cried out for more and more stimulation. She knew she wanted to cum badly now yet she tried to hold off from allowing it to do so. Each time she came close to an orgasm, she would stop and sat still until the feeling subsided and passed. 

Jane wanted this round of intercourse to last for as long as she could before either she or her loving son climaxed. She knew once they were done he would be leaving for two weeks to visit his other two women. So tonight she was going very slow and just enjoying his cock and how it felt in her pussy. "I love how your hard cock feels so deep inside me Bobby! It makes mommy feel so good baby", she told him.

Jane was in no hurry to complete the coupling with him this time. She just wanted his cock to touch her clit and rub the walls of her vagina as she pumped her pelvis and rocked her hips. She looked down at her son thinking: "He's so young, yet so good at giving me what I want and need. He has learned so well to give pleasure to a woman. It feels so wonderful to have him in my bed and in my body. And his time to recover and get hard again is just amazing. Youth! God I love it and him."

Bobby was lying on his back looking up at his mother and watching her as she fucked herself and rode on his cock. Her breasts swayed and bounced up and down and back and forth as Jane moved her pussy around on his dick. He had his hands behind his head and was just watching her work as she moved rocking her body on his hard on. "You look so beautiful mom! I love looking at you as you fuck me like this", he told her. 

She opened her eyes and smiled down at him. Her pussy was constantly squeezing and releasing Bobby's cock and she could feel the shaft rubbing the nerve endings from the outer lips of her pussy all the way up inside her. "God she is so beautiful and so damn hot. God just look at her hips moving and her tits bouncing", he said to himself as he looked from her big tits and hard nipples down to where their sex met.

He wanted to please her in every way. So without thinking or asking Bobby thrust his hips up one time driving his hard cock deeper into his mother's hole and lifting her up! He held her up with his hard dick. Jane opened her eyes again and moaned. Then she looked down at him and said: "Oh no Bobby! Please baby! Don't move! Don't thrust baby! Let me move and you stay still at least for now. This feels so good Bobby. I want it to last forever. Let me just rock and move on your cock my way this time. Don't move sweetie let mommy fuck you and enjoy your hard cock one last time before you leave for Bonnie's house."

Bobby smiled as he watched his mother begin to fuck him again. "OK Mom, no problem. I just felt you might like me to fuck you now", he told her.

"Mummm Bobby this feels so good. Just lay back baby let me do all the work for now. Soon you can fuck me hard and fast if you like. But for now I want to savor this for a long, long time", she told him.

He reached up and cupped one of her large breast in each of his hands. "Yes! That's it sweetie play with my breasts and nipples and let me ride you", she said.

Bobby loved this part of their love making, he adore mother's big breasts and nipples. He began to squeeze and play with them. He cupped each one and watched as her nipples harden in his hand. He used his thumb and index fingers to pull on them and rubbed them making them even longer and become much redder. "God mom I love your tits. Bend down and let me suck on them please", he said in a sexual voice.

Jane smiled as she bent down and lowered her upper body over his and let her tits hang down. Her firm full breasts rubbed against her son's face. He guided one of her nipples into his mouth and she felt the touch of his tongue and lips surround the nipple and suck. "Yes baby suck! That's it suck them Bobby! Oh God Bobby that feels so good!" she moaned as he sucked on it.

He squeezed the tit he was sucking with both hands pushing the nipple out even further as his mouth captured it and sucked harder. Her body shook with pleasure from his mouth and Jane pushed more of her breast into her son's mouth. "Suck baby! Suck mommy's tits suck them harder baby! Mommy loves your mouth on her nipples and her pussy. Suck!! Yes suck my lovely son suck", she moaned as he did what she wanted and sucked long and hard.

Bobby went from one breast to the other and back to the first one again sucking and licking. He loved how she pushed her tits as deep into her son's mouth as she could get it. He loved how she held his head against her breasts and told him to suck. It was wild feeling her pussy ride up and down on his shaft now as she pushed her tit into his mouth.

It was so good for both of them. She started to ride his cock faster now. Up and down, up and down, her pussy slid along the wet slippery shaft. She lifted up until it almost came out. Jane was very talented and skillful. She would lift her ass up until just the head of her son's cock was still in her cunt. Then she would slide back down his pole until he was buried as deep as he could get his cock in her. And, everything she did she did slowly at first.

But now her lustful need was building to a point where she had to feed it more. She began to pump her ass up and down riding the big shaft. "OH Fuck Bobby! Your cock is so good, so good", she moaned as her body moved quicker now descending on his pole until she merged her pelvis with his. 

Jane reached around and took her son's balls in her hand and rolled them around as she bounced up and down on his cock. Bobby held his mother's hips now and helped her move faster. The cum in his balls was about to explode. Jane could feel that he was almost ready.

"Your cock is getting harder baby! And, now it feels even hotter. You need to cum don't you baby", she asked?

Bobby moaned as she moved faster still and he knew he couldn't hold off much longer. He reached up and rolled his mother over on her back without letting his cock come out of her pussy. "Jane looked up into her son's eyes and saw the need and lust! "Yes baby!" she said in a deep voice.

"Yes Bobby now fuck me. Fuck mommy like she needs it and you want to. Fuck me Bobby and fill me with your cum baby", she said as she lifted her hips and began to fuck him back.

With him on top now he lifted her legs up on to his shoulders and drove his hard dick into her hole. Fast and hard he rammed his mother's cunt. Again and again he smashed his body down on top of hers. Again and again he pushed his dick into her as deep and as hard as he could do it. Jane moaned and cried out as the feeling of her orgasm swept over her. "FUCK ME", she screamed as she climaxed on her son's cock.

Bobby didn't reply. He kept pumping his cock in and out of her pussy. He lifted her legs higher and drove his dick into her. He could feel the wet and hot cum coating his cock and knew his mom had cum at least once for his cock. He smiled as she watched and held on to him. His hips moved faster and faster until his cock was flying in and out of her hot wet cunt.

"Yes! Oh God yes", she cried out.

Bobby was like a machine now. His body was working hard and he could feel the cum bubbling up in his balls. He thrust once, twice and on the third thrust He held his cock deep in his mother pussy and arched his back. His butt cheeks squeezed hard and his head was thrown upwards and then his cock began to cum.

Again and again Jane could feel the long ropes of cum pumping into her pussy tunnel. She held her son and loved how he looked in the throws of his own orgasm. Yes baby! Yes that's it have a good one. Cum Bobby fill me with our love seed. Cum in mommy baby! Fill her!" she told him.

And that's exactly what Bobby did. He pumped and pumped and pumped his cum into her until she was full and over flowed. When he finally relaxed drops of his sperm were just leaking out the head of his cock. He lowered his body down on top of his mother and sighed.

She held him and stroked his back as she lowered her legs and let them rest back on the bed. Bobby was drained it was one of the best cums he had ever had. Jane whispered in his ear: "Was it good baby? You make mommy so happy. I feel so good Bobby when I can make you cum so hard like that. Was it good baby?"

Bobby was out of breath and tired but he managed to lift his head and kiss her lips. When they broke the embrace he told her" It's always good mom. I love you so much. I love making love to you. Yes. This was one of the best I have ever had. I think it was from the slow fucking we did in the beginning. You feel so good when you take my cock up inside you and then just slowly rock on it. I love you mom."

His mother kissed him and smiled "Good baby! I'm so happy knowing you love me and want to make me feel good all the time. Just lay there baby and rest. Mom will always be here for you."

Bobby fell asleep on top of her. They laid there until his soft deflated cock fell out of her pussy. Then she gently rolled him over and covered him with a sheet. She got up and showered and fixed him dinner. Jane knew the next two weeks would be lonely without him. And, she knew the other two women in his life would want the same thing she did. Bobby's cock was in demand. But it was also the way he had sex with them. Bobby was so willing and always looking to learn and do better for them. That was what made him in demand. They loved the way he worked so hard to please them.

Meanwhile Bonnie and James were still in bed nude with her sucking his soft deflated cock. Her pussy was running over with his cum and he was talking to her about Bobby and his mother. James didn't hide the fact that he wanted to fuck Jane and Bonnie seemed to love the idea of having Jane back in her bed even if she would be sharing her with James.

Bonnie loved making out with Jane and having sex with her. She had done just that a number of times before Bobby had started to fuck them both. 

Bonnie remembered back to when Jane came to her and asked, pleaded, and even begged her to seduce her son and train him to make love. Bonnie loved the idea but made Jane have sex with her a few times before she agreed to do it. Bonnie knew she would have to share Bobby with his mother afterwards but that was OK, Jane would owe her big time and this would be the pay back. 

Bonnie would ask Jane to fuck James, but if she needed to do it she would demand it from Jane reminding her about the favor she did for her in training Bobby. She was pretty sure Jane would agree to do it at least once. After the first time with James and his big cock Bonnie felt Jane would want to do it again and again for her. The last thing Bonnie would use only if she had to was the fact that she had a video of Jane fucking her son! Incest was against the law and Bonnie would't use this as a threat unless Jane wouldn't go along with her.

After the first time, if Bonnie didn't want to do it again she would plead and beg Jane if she had too. She would make Jane feel guilty and whatever it took Bonnie would try it and do it. 

Bonnie was sure that after a few sessions with James and her that the sex would be so good Jane would want more. She would have sex with the two of them often after that. They would insist that Bobby join them too. That way Jane could have her son and James and Bonnie could have all three. Bonnie loved the idea of having both her new lover, James's and Bobby's young hard cock along with Jane's sweet pussy to love. 

Bonnie smiled up at him as she sucked his cock trying to get it hard again. She listened to her new lover's plan to actually get Bobby to help to convince his mother to come over to Bonnie's home and the four of them could have sex.

The plan was simple Bonnie would talk to Bobby while she had him all worked up. They would both work on Jane and have him call his mom and asking her to come over for a visit while he was staying with her. Once Jane got there Bonnie and Bobby would seduce her. Bonnie would be in the shower and Bobby would start to work on his mother. She was sure that Jane would want Bobby to fuck her. 

Then once they were into it, Bonnie would come in and join in. Once she had Jane she would start to talk about James being included. It was only fair that James be there too. After all Bobby had his mom and her so James should be allowed to have Jane and her. It was only fair.

Bonnie was sure once Jane saw his cock she would want to try it. Bonnie would make sure Bobby was well taken care of while they watched his mother being fucked. As time went on the four of them would all be together in an orgy. 

Bonnie was pretty sure she could convince Jane to get involved with her and Bobby. The sex between them would be wonderful she would see to that. Bobby would learn about two women and what pleasure they could give him. He would have two pussies to fuck and lick. Bonnie smiled thinking what fun she could have with Jane and her son.

What she wasn't too sure of was having James coming in and getting involved. That's when the pay back would come into pay. She didn't think Jane or her son would agree to James without some discussion. She would have to talk to Jane alone while Bobby was in school. 

Or, maybe they would be worked up enough to do it. If she could get them to try it just once she was sure Jane would love the way James would fuck her. Bonnie was sure that once Jane tried James's big cock Jane would want to play some more. 

Bonnie would also try and convince Jane that when Bobby found a girl his own age she would be alone again. So why not try James and the three of them could always have fun.

Once Bonnie had James's cock hard again they fucked with her ridding his big cock. She loved how he thrust up into her so powerful and fast. He was like a piston under her. His cock pumping up and into her pussy as she rode him hard. His big balls slapping her body as he held her down on top of him with both hands wrapped around her lower back. 

He slammed his cock in and out of her hole lifting them both up off the bed. "God it was great to fuck her like this", he was thinking.

It was nothing like Jane and her son had done in their bedroom. This was more like a whore and her john. James was giving her a hard fast fucking without any regard for things except to cum. Bonnie felt the same way. "God yes!! Fuck me baby", she cried out as he drove his dick into her hole again.

His cock was a blur as he pumped and pumped and pumped it up into her body. Slippery and wet he pushed it all the way into her and then dropped his ass so his cock would come out almost all the way. Then it was shoved back up into her hole. 

Bonnie loved this hard fast fucking. She kissed him and loved how he held her body down on his controlling her in every way. Her tits pressed hard and tight against his chest James used his cock to ram it into her body slamming her cunt again and again.  

When he slowed down Bonnie took over and rocked her hips up and down fucking his long hard shaft. James love to watch her rotate her ass up and down driving her cunt hole up and down on his cock. He released his hands and let her up so he could watch her as she rode him. Her body was fantastic and he loved to see her big tits bouncing all over the place as she worked her body on his dick. "Jesus baby your cunt feels like a vise!! You drive me crazy when you work it like that on m y cock", he said to her as he watched her fucking him

The raw sex they were having was just the opposite of what Bobby and Jane had back at their home. Bonnie felt Jane would love it once she tried it. 

Sure Jane could fuck her son like Bonnie was fucking James. But the sex was so much better for them when the started out slow and easy and she rode Bobby like a lover trying to please each other the longest they could.

James wanted to cum. That was his goal right now, nothing else. Bonnie loved the way he fucked her so hard with lust running over for both of them. The sex was always hard and wild with James. His dick made her feel so full and he fucked her so deep. Bonnie cried out as James started to cum and she climaxed at the same time on his dick.

When it was over she fell on top of him and they laid there for a few minutes resting. Then he slapped her ass and had her roll over. He got up and went to shower so he could get ready to leave. 

Once he was gone Bonnie got up with James's cum leaking and running down her leg. She showered and went to sleep. In the morning she had breakfast, changed the sheets on the bed, and cleaned up some more before waiting for Bobby to get out of class and come visit her. Today she would begin to work on him. Bonnie was sure by Wednesday Jane would be horny enough that she would come over and the three of them would have some wonderful sex together. That would be the start. When Bobby went to class on Thursday Bonnie would start working on Jane.

After class Bobby went over to Bonnie's house. He walked into the kitchen as usual and went up stairs to the second floor. Again as usual Bonnie was lying on the bed waiting for him. Her legs spread wide; she was slowly masturbating using her fingers. "Hi baby! I'm so glad to see you Bobby. I have been so horny all day baby. Come here, undress and sit on the bed. Let me show you how I feel", she said to him as she rubbed her pussy with three fingers now.

Bobby loved how she looked laying in bed this way. Her big tits were held and squeezed between her upper arms which made them look even bigger standing up straight in the air. Her nipples were red, hard and sticking up high too. She smiled like the tempest she was and her belly was rising and falling with her lust. Her knees were bent and her thighs were open wide to give her young lover a great view of her wet open pussy. Her outer pussy lips were spread wide and she took the dildo and pushed it into her opening about an inch inside her hole. It was covered with her wetness in second. She licked her lips when she saw his hard-on and said: Hurry baby, I want to taste your cock so badly."

Bobby knew the first cum between them would be hard and fast, it always was. Bonnie loved to just take him as fast and hard as she could the first time they met after so long apart. That would be first, before they then settled into a nice long week of sex. Her lust for this young guy was always high and when he first arrived she had to have him immediately. Sometimes she would suck him off and drink his cum. Other times she would have him fuck her and cum deep inside her pussy. But, the first time was always hard and fast.

Bobby stripped off his clothes. He never wore much when visiting his older lover. Just a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, never any underwear it was useless since he would nude in minutes if not seconds after entering Bonnie's home.

He got on the bed, straddled his lover's tits and sat facing her with his hardening cock between them. "Such great tits", he said as he looked down at her and them.

Bonnie smiled and pushed her hands on her breasts and made them tighter as she pushed them together. That made her breasts surround his cock. His hard young cock head was now sticking out towards her face. Bonnie licked the head and pee hole and began to engulf his cock head in her mouth! As she did so Bobby began to rock back and forth between her tits fucking them and her mouth! He loved her tits so much!!! He knew she would either suck his cum out of him or after little while make him shove his cock into her cunt and fuck her filling her pussy with cum.




Training Ch. 22



Bobby watched as he fucked her breasts as her mouth sucked down the head. She smiled up at him and was sucking so hard her cheeks were caved in. He pinched her hard red nipples and pulled on them making her moan. He reached around behind him and began to finger her wet pussy as he kept pumping his cock between her tits. She opened her legs wide giving him completely access.

Each time his cock head came out of her mouth she would talk dirty to him telling him to cum all over her face and body, that she loved his cum and wanted him to cover her with it, things like that! 

Feel like she was going to cum from his fingers rubbing her clit and pussy hole Bonnie popped his cock out of her mouth and told him: "Oh God Bobby put that dick in my cunt and fuck me. Now baby! I'm close to cumming! Fuck me now Bobbie. Just ram it in me."

Bobby quickly slide down her body and positioned himself between her shapely thighs. He lined his cock up with the opening of her pussy and shoved the head in. She lifted up giving him a better angle. He pushed again and he was fully embedded in her. He lifted her legs up placing her feet around he neck. 

He knew how she like it and Bobby didn't disappoint her. He began to ram him cock into her cunt again and again! Bonnie was rolling her head from side to side moaning and telling him how good his cock felt. "Jesus baby! Your cock is so hard. I love how it feels inside my pussy. Fuck me Bobby! Fuck me and fill me", she hissed at him and he drove his dick deep into her body.

Bobby worked hard driving his cock into her hole. Hard and fast he worked it rotating his hips, switching the angles he was using each time. "Yes, yes that's it baby! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! Oh God I'm cumming", she yelled. 

Bobby was sure his mother could hear them because Bonnie was yelling so loud. He drove his dick into her pussy as deep as it could go and she gripped it tight working her pelvis and her muscles inside her tunnel to make him feel good too. Bonnie arched her back close her eyes and screamed: "GOD! YES BOBBY! YES! YES!"

Bobby couldn't hold back any longer. He fucked her as fast as he could move his hips and ass back and forth and finally he started to cum too. He pushed deep and held it there letting his balls released all their cum Bonnie held him wrapping her arms and legs around him holding him deep. "Yes baby yes! Cum in me. Fill me Bobby! Give me your cum., all your cum!"

He did.

When it was over he moved off of her and lay next to her. She turned towards him and stroked his face. She kissed him and took his hand and placed it on her right breast. She said: "Play with them Bobby makes them feels good. I missed your touch too."

Bobby loved Bonnie's tits almost as much as his mothers fine breasts. He took one in both of his hand and squeezed it and felt its weight, so full and firm and round. He licked it and finally as Bonnie began to whisper in his ear as Bobby lowered his mouth to her nipples and began to suck, "Oh Bobby I love it when you suck my breasts. I love how you touch them and play with the nipples", she told him.

Bobby never stopped sucking. She reached for his cock and it felt wet, sticky and semi-hard. She began to stroke him softly and gently telling him how much she loved how he worked so hard to please her. Then she started her plan of action to seduce him into getting his mother to join them both. "I know your mom loves it too Bobby. She told me how much she loves making love to you and how much you work to make her happy", she whispered in his ear as he sucked her tit.

Again Bobby didn't say anything he kept her tit in his hands and mouth. Bonnie continued: "You know Bobby it's a shame she can't be here to enjoy you and me too. I know she loves it when I lick her pussy and I know she really loves having you make love to her. I bet she would really enjoy both of us working on her body and pleasing her. Don't you?"

Bobby looked up at Bonnie and saw her smile as she stroked his cock teasing it and stimulating it again for him. Then she said: "I know baby! I have an idea! Let's call her on..... say Wednesday and ask her to come over and we can talk her into joining us. That would nice wouldn't it?"

Bobby broke his sucking and said: "I.....I guess so. But I don't think she will come."

Bonnie said: Well I'm sure if YOU asked her she would. I know she would do anything for you. She told me that. And, so would I Bobby. Suck baby suck my nipples. Oh you like my hand stroking your hard cock like this?"

She kept stroking his cock making it come back alive. Then she said: "You know your mom loves how you have been pleasing her so much. I bet she would come over if you asked her to join us. Let's do that Bobby. But not until later this week, let's wait until Wednesday. She'll be missing you more by them. And, I'm sure she'll be horny just like I was when you first came in my house and saw me masturbating. What do you say?"

Bonnie took his cock and took it to her mouth. She began to tease and suck him. As Bobby laid his head back against the head board, he watched Bonnie sucking and was thinking: "Maybe I can do that for her. I mean I'm sure she would love both of us pleasing her. I mean I know Bonnie had licked her and used toys on her she told me so. And I know mom loves how much I please her with my mouth and cock. Together Bonnie and I could really make her cum."

He looked down at Bonnie and saw her looking up at him with his cock in her mouth. She smiled and stroked his shaft up and down as she removed her mouth from around the swollen cock head. "So what do you think Bobby? Don't you think your mom would enjoy us both working on her body and pleasing her? I mean it would be a day and night just for her. I can please her and you can please her. We can do it together or one at a time. We can make it last a long tie and make her happy."

Bobby smiled as he was thinking of what that would do to and for his mom. He envisioned how Bonnie would be licking her as she lay under his mother's pussy as they did a 69 on each other. He could come up behind his mom and fuck her while Bonnie licked her. He knew his mom would love that. Plus he would get to see the two of them going at it. "God having these to beautiful MILF in the bed with me at the same time is a dream come true. WOW seeing them make each other cum would be another dream come true", he said to himself.

Bonnie sensed that he was leaning towards doing it. So she said: "Plus baby it world give you some training with two women at the same time. That is something you won't have a chance to try often unless you are very lucky. I mean we could also work to please you. Think of it Bobby two mouths and two pussies to please you."

Bobby's hormones kicked in hearing that and he smiled as Bonnie put her mouth back on his cock and sucked. She stroked his shaft and felt Bobby arch up and she knew he was going to cum. She took her mouth off his cock and sat up. "Talk to me Bobby and tell me what you think of the idea. We can work out what you'll say to her. I mean she deserves this Bobby. She needs sex badly after all it's been a long time since she has had sex before you stated doing it with her. She needs to have that release and we can both give her", Bonnie told him as she still stroked his hard cock.

Bobby had come back alive in fact as time went on and they talked he liked the idea more and more. Eventually Bobby needed to cum again. Bonnie knew it and was slowly working him. His cock was throbbing and when he felt like he would explode Bonnie would stop and begin to talk to him again. 

After a while it was driving him wild. Finally he gave in and told her: "Yes, we'll call her on Wednesday and I'll ask her to come over Well have dinner and then we can seduce her. I want to be the one who fucks her. OK? But you can make love to her first with your mouth and during the time I am fucking her if you want."

Bonnie smiled and said: "Why Bobby I think you want me to lick her pussy as you fuck her don't you? You nasty boy! I think that's a wonderful idea. We can really make her feel good baby!"

Bobby was blushing and his cock was so hard. He needed to cum so bad. He begged her now saying: ""God Bonnie please let me cum. I need to cum so badly right now. I promise I'll call her and get her over here Wednesday morning. I promise."

Bonnie told him to lay back and she moved over top of him. She straddled his hips this time and guided his hard cock into her pussy and began to ride him and fuck him driving him wild.

She smiled down at him watching his face as his orgasm came closer and closer. She knew that soon Jane would be there with them and part one of her plan to seduce her would be achieved. Soon her lover James and Jane would join Bobby and her in a four way that would keep going and going. 

The sex will be so good with Jane included", she was thinking.

It was then hat she felt Bobby's cum begin to shoot deep inside her pussy. She felt really good about what she was doing for Bobby and soon his mother and her lover James.



Training Ch. 23



"Hi mom, how are you", Bobby asked as he sat at the kitchen table in Bonnie's house. 

Bobby had been having sex with Bonnie all week. And, on Tuesday they had fucked in her back yard by the pool right under Jane, Bobby's mother's window. Bonnie knew Jane could hear and see them. She had planned it that way so Jane would look out the window and see them having sex. It was the start of Bonnie's plan to seduce Jane and have her fucked by Bobby and her new male friend in a sort of four way orgy! 

Bonnie wanted Jane to see her son having sex with her. She wanted Jane to watch Bobby fucking her and cum in or on her and she hoped it would make Jane even more horny then she already was. That would make it easy for Bobby to get her to come over and be with them on Wednesday night. That would be part two of Bonnie's plan.

"Good. I'm good too, thanks mom. Look the reason I am calling is to invite you over to Bonnie's house for dinner tonight or tomorrow night. We want to talk with you about something that we both think you'll enjoy", Bobby said.

Bonnie was now sitting there in front of him fully nude and beginning to slowly jerk him off. She had been doing this of a while now and while he talked to his mother, Bobby's cock was hard as it got.

Before that Bonnie had put both feet on the kitchen chair he was sitting on and opened her knees so Bobby could see her wet pussy as she played with it. Then Bonnie began to masturbate him. Bobby's cock was extremely hard from Bonnie showing him her pussy and now stroking his cock. 

As he talked to his mother and thinking about what Bonnie and he had planned for her if she agreed to come over for diner was also making Bobby hard. If it worked, it would be the first time her would be able to watch two lovely women making love to each other. Then he would join in and that would be his first three way. He loved the idea when Bonnie talked to him about it on Sunday night.

"About 6 PM mom, yes, I want you to be here too. Just come over and enjoy dinner with us", he said as Bonnie knelt on the floor in front of him and slipped her mouth over his swollen cock head and began to suck him. 

Bonnie's mouth felt so good on his cock like it always did. "No really mom, I want you to be here too. Please! Come over about 6:00PM and just relax, it will be fun and you won't have to cook or stay in the house all by yourself", he said as he took a big deep breath from the sucking his lover was giving him.

If Bonnie didn't slow down he was going to cum right there as he talked to his mother. "Yes, 6:00PM. No just wear something casual. A skirt and blouse, no big deal, wear anything. It will just be Bonnie and me. OK. See you then. Bye. I love you too mom", he said as one hand went to Bonnie's head and held her mouth on his dick as he began to fuck her mouth.

He really didn't have to hold her head Bonnie wasn't going any where she loved to suck his young hard dick and drink his cum. "Oh God!!! Oh God!  I'm going to cum. Oh shit, suck it, suck my cock baby", he moaned.

Bonnie was pumping his shaft as fast as she could and sucking hard around his cock head. Seconds later Bobby exploded with a huge orgasm and pumped his cum deep into Bonnie's mouth. She took it all drinking and swallowing every drop. When he was drained she suck his cock head a little more drawing out the last drops of his cum. "That was amazing", he said trying to catch his breath. 

Bonnie smiled up at him and licked her lips taking the remaining drops off the tip of his cock and her lips. She began to laugh a little as she stood up and watched Bobby watching her body. She moved to him and pressed her tits into his face. "Suck them", she demanded.

Bobby reached for her breasts and took a nipple into her mouth. He sucked and licked and played with them as she stood there pressing her tits against his face and mouth! She stroked his hair and told him:" Good baby! Good, now we can get your mom involved with us and make her feel better as well as both of us. We are going to have such a great time with your mom tonight. Now let's talk about how we are going to seduce her. Well I'll talk and you suck ", she told him.

Bobby didn't say a word he sucked and listened to Bonnie and what she was saying. All he could think about was his mom and Bonnie making love, licking each other's pussy and fucking him. He held Bonnie around her stomach and sucked her tits harder. Bonnie stroked his head and kept talking about how they should get Jane involved with their love making. 

Then Bonnie said: "And once we get her to cum, we'll have her. She'll come to bed and we can do her over and over again Bobby. Do you like that idea baby! Jane and I making love, licking each other's pussy just before you push you big cock into her pussy from behind. I'll lick her clit and you can fuck her like hell. We'll make her feel so good Bobby! She'll do it again and again and you'll love seeing us make love as well as making love to both of us."

Bobby's cock was hard again. She saw it jumping and bobbing as it stood up proud and hard. She pulled her tit out of his mouth and took his hand. "Let go to bed. It's your turn to lick me and make me feel good and cum."

Around 4:00PM Jane began to shower and get ready to go over to her best friend's house. She wondered all day what Bonnie and her son wanted to talk to her about. "Would it be something sexual, I'm sure it will. That's all she thinks about. And, when Bobby is with her that's all he thinks about", she said to herself. 

Her son and Bonnie had been involved sexually since she had first planned to have her friend seduces Bobby and teach him all about sex and what women want with regards to pleasure. Once he had learned from Bonnie, Jane had planned to have her son make love to her and fuck her too. 

That had been accomplished. Bonnie had done a great job and now Bobby had three women he was having sex with, Bonnie, herself and an Asian girl whose name was Dhea. From what Jane could tell from the time her son was with her, Bobby was very, very good now. All she knew was when she had him with her that she had never had better sex since college where she was very involved sexually. 

Jane really enjoyed her son and his oral sex and foreplay before actually fucking her. His cock was good, not huge like the big cocks in college, some were 8 inches. But, it was big enough and thick enough and he could now hold off cumming for a long time. She always, always, had great orgasms when he was with her making love to her. The three women shared him on a weekly basis. This week was Bonnie's turn.

Since it was a hot and somewhat humid night, Jane decided to be cool and not wear stockings but only a pair of white bikini panties under a light weight skirt fairly short to show off her well shaped legs. The skirt would also let the air flow over her legs a little better than slacks and help keep her comfortable. She also picked out a blouse that was a little cotton one with shoulder straps that let the top sort of hang open a little low showing off her ample cleavage. The cleavage of her full 36 C breasts would show nicely over the top of the blouse.

Since she would be at Bonnie's home Jane wanted to be sure to tease her son a little when she bent forward. With the blouse she had on it would show off her big tits nicely. Jane knew her son loved to see and feel and suck her tits and she wanted him to look at her tits not Bonnie's tonight. 

She smiled as she stood in front of the mirror and examined herself. She looked nice. Not slutty or too sexy but nice. She bent forward a little and the blouse did what she wanted, it puffed opened at the very top and a great deal of her firm full breasts was visible. 

She didn't wear a bra and her nipples were already hard and pointing against the front of her blouse. She pinched them a little making them even more noticeable. "There that should make Bobby look my way", she said out loud to no one.

Jane walked next door and rang the bell. Bobby opened the front door in his jean shorts and a tee shirt. Jane felt her son looked a little tired but very sexy as usual. She figured that Bonnie was using his skills a lot on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday to keep him hard and awake. 

Bobby always loved how his mother looked. He took her into his arms and kissed her on the lips. She responded back and kissed him back pushing her body against his. They held each other for a long time. When they separated, Jane could feel her nipples had become even harder against her blouse. She looked down and saw them as well as Bobby's large lump in his jean shorts.

She smiled at her son and reached for his cock pushing against his shorts. Just then Bonnie walked into the room dressed in only a pair of panties and bra. When she saw Jane she rushed to her and hugged her and kissed her hard. As their lips met Jane felt Bonnie's tongue as usual trying to enter her mouth. Bobby saw their large breasts press against each other and he was thinking:"God this is going to be so great if it works. I can't wait to see their nude bodies pressing against each other. It will be so hot!"

Jane let Bonnie's tongue enter her mouth as they kissed and hugged for a while. Bobby just watched as Bonnie cup his mother's ass and pulled her tighter against her own body. Jane slowly moved her hands and took Bonnie's hands and slowly removed them. She kept kissing Bonnie and this time held her hands. But Bobby saw how hard his mother's nipples were now. He knew his mom was excited about Bonnie's kiss and touch.

Bobby smiled as the women parted and he saw that both of them had hard nipples. He asked them if they wanted a drink and each told him wine. They sat and talked for a few minutes as Bobby got the drinks. Jane said: "Is that all you are going to wear tonight? For God sakes Bonnie, I mean panties and bra, that's it?"

Bonnie smiled and said: "Well when Bobby is here I don't seem to stay dressed much anyway sweetie so I decided to wear just these. Besides my bikinis are small than these panties. Why Janie, don't you like them? Why don't you undress too? Bobby take off your shorts baby! Everybody get comfortable."

Jane said: "No Bobby stay that way, At least stay dressed while we eat then I'll leave you two along to do whatever you do."

Bonnie laughed and said: "We do the same thing you do Janie, we have sex, and play and enjoy each other's bodies. We fuck, don't we Bobby?"

Bobby had removed his jeans anyway it was part of the plan. He was now standing in his shorts and tee shirt. His cock was hard and it showed. His shorts were pushed out in front and each woman looked at it. He smiled at his mother and then said: "Yes, mom we do the same thing that you and I do when we're home. We love to have sex with each other. And Bonnie is right, nether of us stay dressed much. Why don't you take off your top and shirt and you and Bonnie can both be in panties and bras."

Jane didn't look very happy and told them both: "I'm not wearing a bra and I'll stay like I am thank you. When is dinner? I'm beginning to think this is a bad idea."

Jane told them to sit at the table and she went to get dinner. Both Bobby and his mother watched her wiggle her ass in those little panties as she went into the kitchen. Jane sat at one side of the table. Bobby sat at the head like he was the man in charge. Bonnie sat at the other side. They ate and talked mostly about Bobby. 

Bonnie told Jane how good of a lover her son was becoming and how nice he made her feel when he touched her. Jane told Bonnie she knew her son was good at sex now and enjoyed him as much as Bonnie did. Bobby was happy to hear how the ladies enjoyed him and liked the way he made love to them. 

Bonnie said: "He really likes my breasts Jane. He is always touching them and playing with them and his mouth feels so good on my nipples. Don't you love my tits Bobby?"

He smiled and said: "Yes I love them. But I love yours too mom. I love all of your tits."

Bonnie laughed as she removed her bra and Bobby's head turned immediately towards her. Bonnie's nipples were hard as rocks as she lifted them and showed them to Jane before asking Bobby: "Want to suck them for me now? Right here Bobby, right now? Come on baby show mommy and me how much you like them."

Bobby moved over to Bonnie and lowered his lips to her tits. He lifted the breasts up and sucked one then the other and then back to the first one. Then he sat back down again. "Mummm that was nice. Come on Jane take off your top and let him suck yours too. Bobby do you want to suck your mother's nipples for her?"

Bobby looked at his mother and said: "You know I do mom. Come on take off your top and let me suck yours too."

Jane felt like a third wheel and said: "No. Look, I think I'm in the way here. I'm just going to go. You two seem to want to be alone."

Bobby had already gotten up and was standing next to his mother. He said: "No mom. Don't go, please, don't leave. I want to say something."

He moved around a little more and was now standing directly behind her. As he started to talk to her he placed his hands on her bare shoulders. He felt her warm skin on his hand and looked down at her rising and falling breasts. Bobby gently rubbed her shoulders a little and then slowly moved his hands down over her arms and then over her breasts on the outside of her thin cotton blouse. He cupped them as he said: "I want you here tonight mom with us. I want to make love to you mom. Bonnie wants to make love to you too. We both want to do it with you. We don't want you home alone tonight mom! We want you here with us. Can't you feel how you want it too?"

As he talked he was squeezing her breasts and making sure his touch was so soft and gentle. Without a bra on Jane could feel every inch of his hands and his touch on her firm breasts. She looked up at her son and said: "Oh Bobby! I don't think so. Come home with me and we can be together."

Bobby moved his hands back up to the top of her blouse and then slid both of them down under her top. Jane felt her nipples scream at her as Bobby fingers ran over them both. They were so hard they hurt and he cupped her big tits and squeezed. The pleasure of his hands centered in her clit. It started to throb.

His hands weren't large enough to hold all of her full round C cup breasts but he had her nipples the most sensitive part in the palms of each hand. The rest of her tits spilled out around his hands. "There's nothing that feels so good in my hands then my mother's set of full breast", he said as he squeezed and played with them.

Bobby squeezed them gently and softly pleasing her. She was looking up into her son's eyes but did nothing to try to stop his hands. As he moved them on her breasts it feels so good to Jane that she didn't even make a move. She just sat there arms at her side and looking up into her son's face. Bobby took his thumbs and index fingers and pulled and rolled the nipples making Jane moan. 

He bent down and kissed her neck lovingly which sent chills all over her body. He whispered in her ear: "Take your top off of for me mom. Take it off....for us. Let me see your breasts and let me suck them like I did to Bonnie's breasts. I want you to stay with us tonight mom and let us make love to you."

Jane was so sexually charged up her pussy was soaking wet. She stayed like she was and didn't move an inch. So Bobby took his hands and moved them to the bottom of her blouse. He began to lift it up. When it got to the tops of her arms Jane lifted her arms slowly and he removed the blouse. 

Bonnie and Bobby could see Jane's very hard red nipples and breasts bouncing up and down as she let him take off her top and lowered her hands again. Bonnie said: "Lick them for her Bobby. They really look like they need to be sucked badly."

Jane's nipples were so long and red. Bobby knew his mom's nipples wanted his mouth on them now. So he lowered his face to one of her breasts and Jane reached and held one of her breasts up for him in one hand. She used the other to hold his head as his mouth took the hard red nipple in and she felt him suck it gently. As his mouth captured one his mother said: "Oh Bobby! Oh Bobby! Please! Oh. Oh God! Bobby! Suck them baby! Suck!!"

Bobby was relentless first the right nipple then the left and his hands ran over her tits and down over her bare belly. He turned the chair outwards now so it wasn't facing the table. Jane was just sitting there her head was looking at her son's mouth as he worked from one tits to the other making her body feel amazing.

She felt his lips squeeze the hard red nipple as his hands move to her skirt. He took some of it in his hands and began to pull it up. Higher and higher he pulled on it as it moved up over her shapely legs. Higher still until Jane could feel the cool air of the room on her upper most thighs.

It took all of her will power to look away from her son's mouth on her tits and down over his head to her thighs. Jane's white cotton panties were completely exposed and Bonnie was now kneeling in front of her legs. She felt Bobby's hands run down her belly and over her pelvis and down to the tops of her warm thighs. 

Jane also felt Bonnie's hands on her knees gently pulling a little trying to open them. "Open them for her mom. Open your legs for Bonnie and me now mom", he whispered in her ear.

Jane automatically obeyed and as Bonnie and Bobby watched Jane opened her legs wide exposing the crotch of her panties and the huge wet spot in the front and center of them. "Such pretty little white panties Jane, I bet you would like me to touch them wouldn't you Jane", Bonnie said.

Her voice sounded very sexually so very deep and raspy! Bonnie smiled up at her friend and moved further up between Jane's open legs. Bonnie placed a hand on each thigh and pushed a little more spreading Jane's' legs a little wider. "God she looked so sexy and erotic with her legs spread wide and wearing only those little white cotton panties. Bob by was thinking he wanted Bonnie to use her tongue and lick at the wet spot.

"See this Bobby? See how wet your mother's panties are right now. I bet her pussy is just as wet. You do that to her baby! You are good, really good at pleasing women Bobby. Her nipples are so hard and her panties are so wet. You excite her tremendously baby", Bonnie said to him.

Bonnie moved her face into Jane's panties and took a deep breath inhaling her best friend's sexual musk. Then Bonnie licked her inner thigh and Jane moaned. Bobby continued to suck and plays with her breasts as he stood beside his mother watching Bonnie begin to make love to her wet pussy with her mouth.

Jane watched and felt Bonnie's mouth as it licked and kissed up Jane's inner thigh and over her white panties. Bonnie licked right over the wet spot and then sucked on it tasting Jane's wetness. Bobby felt he would cum right them!! "God this is so hot", he said to himself.

Bonnie looked up at her best friend and smiled seeing the lust building there. She licked down the other thigh and felt Jane shutter. Bonnie looked up at them both and said: "Let's see if her pussy is as wet as her panties Bobby."

Then Bonnie took her fingers and slid them inside a leg opening of Jane's panties. Again Jane shook with excitement. Bonnie pulled the panties to the side exposing Jane's entire cunt as Bobby looked down and saw his mother swollen cunt lips wide open like a butterfly. She was almost dripping. He smiled and said: "Lick her! Let me see you lick her pussy."

Jane's pussy lips were very pink and looked very wet. "See Bobby, see how wet your mother's pussy is. She wouldn't be wet if she didn't needs this badly baby. I told you she did and I told you she would love It.", Bonnie told him.

Bonnie moved her face directly on to her friend's open cunt slit. Jane cried out as Bonnie began to lick and suck on her sex. Bobby ran his hands up and down his mother's body going from tit to tit and from tit to clit. His fingers worked on her clit as Bonnie licked and tongue fucked Jane's hole.




Training Ch. 23



Jane moaned, sighed and cried out over and over again as her orgasms swept over her once, twice three times. Then when she turned her face towards her son, she saw his big cock sticking out at her face. All she could do was open her mouth and take the head into her warm wet mouth and started to suck on. Bobby moved his body around so his mother's mouth could suck more of his hard on. 

After one last oral orgasm Jane was drained and Bonnie finally moved out from between Jane's open legs and told her: "Lift Jane. Lift up baby! Let me get these wet panties off of you."

Bobby could see his mother's pussy juice all over Bonnie's face. He smiled as Jane closed her legs and lifted her ass up off the chair. Bonnie pulled on the sides of Jane's panties and they slid down her legs. As her panties came down her son's cock went deeper into his mother's mouth! He moaned. The plan had worked just like Bonnie had told him it would. Jane was now ready for a night of sex with them both. She needed it now, Jane couldn't stop if she wanted to and she didn't want to.

Once her panties were off Bobby moved around in front of his mother. His very hard cock was sticking out his shorts and he smiled at her as she watched it moving and bouncing all around. He asked: "Do you want me to fuck you mom? Let me take you to bed now and Bonnie and I will work to please you over and over again. Come with me mom and let me show you how much I love you. Come with Bonnie and me and let us make you feel good all night."

He held out his hand and Jane took it. He took her hand and pulled her up into his arms. As bobby kissed her and pushed his cock against her Bonnie undid Jane's skirt and it dropped to the floor. Jane slowly stepped out of it and was fully nude now. 

Bonnie turned her and pulled her into her body. The three of them felt their bodies pressing into each other. Bobby smiled as he watched the women press their tits against each other mashing them against each other. He licked his lips and said: "Come on mom. Let's go to bed. We have lots to do and it will be so much fun for all of us. Here hold this."

He took his mother's hand and placed it on his cock. Jane felt how hard her son was and she turned and walked with him into the bed room. Bonnie followed. 

As they lay down on the bed Bonnie removed her panties and now fully nude she moved around and lay back down between Jane's legs again. Her mouth went to Jane's pussy as Bobby kissed his mother's lips and cupped his mother's breasts, Bonnie began to lick and suck on his mother's pussy again. The two of them began to make love to Jane and her body.

Jane was in heaven. Soon Bonnie moved Bobby out of the way and straddle his mother's head with her thighs. Bobby sat there watching as Bonnie lowered her pussy down over his mother's face. He saw his mother for the first time become sexually aggressive. She grabbed Bonnie and pulled her down and started to suck Bonnie's pussy too. She stuck out her tongue and began to fuck Bonnie's pussy. It was like a dream come true for Bobby to see them working on each other like this. He slowly stroked his dick as he watched these two beautiful women making love to each other.

It was amazing to see both them going at each other as their passion and lust built higher and higher. They rolled around on the bed in a 69 position now licking and sucking and touching and fingering each other's cunt making each of them cum again and again. Bobby didn't know how orgasms they had but it was many. He couldn't get over how his mother had become so aggressive with Bonnie working on her body hard to make her cum.

Finally Bonnie rolled Jane over so she was on top. Jane lowered her head down on top of Bonnie's pussy and went wild licking up and down as she worked her fingers into Bonnie's pussy her hole. Bonnie pushed her pussy up into Jane's mouth. Her best friend's tongue felt so good licking her holes as her fingers worked in and out of her cunt. Bobby watched as his mother lowered her head and pushed her ass up high.

Now with her legs spread wide straddling Bonnie's face Bobby moved behind his mother and was amazed at her wet cunt spread so open. Bonnie had really worked on Jane's pussy. 

Bobby's cock was so hard and he was the only one who hadn't cum yet. He was saving it for just this moment. Bobby moved around and as Bonnie pulled Jane's pussy down so she could lick her clit, Bobby moved his hard cock head to his mother's cunt hole. He bent over her and whispered: "I'm going to fuck you now mom. I'm going to fuck you and Bonnie is going to keep licking your pussy. We're going to do you at the same time mom and you are going to love it."

Jane tried to look back but couldn't see her son. But, she did feel him as he pushed his hard young cock head into her pussy. "Oh GOD! Y E S!!!" was all she could say.

Bobby was working hard moving his dick in and out of his mother's cunt as Bonnie licked and sucked her clit. Jane erupted with a huge mind blowing orgasm. She screamed and Bobby was so excited he couldn't hold off. He moaned and arched his back shoving his big thick cock into his mother's cunt hole hard again and again and again. He began to pump his cum deep into her womb!! Bonnie licked her and licked her as Bobby pumped and pumped his cum into her.

The feeling of his cum shooting deep into her body and Bonnie's mouth on her clit, made Jane shuttered and have the best orgasm of her life. The feeling was too much for Jane. She was gone now in a sort of sexual dream world. The only feeling was pleasure. It centered in her cunt. Both the tongue and cock were driving her body wild. She was in haven, no, higher than heaven. 

Finally when Bobby pulled out his cum began to run out and covered and coated Bonnie's mouth and face! But she loved it. She licked and sucked both Jane's cunt and Bobby's cock. She kept licking until Jane fell on top of her completely done in. 

Bobby loved it all. He moved out from behind his mother and around so he could see his mother's mouth on Bonnie's pussy still slowly licking and loving it. They were just laying there, his mom on top of her best friend's body and Jane was still trying to return the feeling Bonnie gave her. 

Jane looked at her son and saw that his cock wasn't completely soft. She smiled and said: "Fuck her Bobby! Fuck her too, fuck her for me now. You can do it baby Fuck her and fill her with your cum too. Do it baby!"

The sight of his mother's mouth on his lover's pussy and hearing her words kept Bobby hard enough. Jane rolled them over so Bonnie ass was now sticking up at him. Once he was inside her hot wet cunt his cock grew to its fullness very quickly. He pushed his cock into her wet well eaten cunt hole and he fucked her and fucked her and fucked her. 

Bobby just kept driving his cock into Bonnie's pussy as his mother lay under them watching it move in and out. Bobby's mother was watching her son's cock fucking her best friend's cunt just inches from her face. Jane returned the favor now and began to lick and suck Bonnie's clit as her son fucked her hard and fast. He pumped and pumped into her pussy. 

Minutes later Bonnie exploded with a huge orgasm. Bobby exploded again filling her hole with his cum. He had never done that before, cum twice and so hard so fast in such a little time. It was unbelievable to him. Both women had cum so hard and now he had cum. 'This is fucking great", he said as he pulled his cock out of her hole. 

It was drained now and deflating quickly as the women moved around and Bobby moved between them both. They held him and kissed him until they couldn't do it any more. Then they all fell asleep in each others arms. 

About three hours later Bobby felt the women get up. He laid there so tired he didn't move. Then he heard the shower running and he could only imagine them both in the shower washing each other's body. 

He smiled and got up. As he walked towards the bathroom he was thinking how good this would be seeing these two beauties wet and playing with each other. His cock was almost super hard as he walked into the room and opened the shower curtain. The women were playing with each other pussy and Jane was sucking Bonnie's tits. Bonnie beckoned him into the water with them.

He stepped into the shower. Jane looked up and saw her son smiling. She opened her arms and the three of them merged. Bobby felt two different hands reach for his cock and begin to play with it. He also felt two sets of tits pressing against his body. He moved from one tit to the other sucking both women.

They kissed and held each other and just enjoyed each other's bodies. For a long time they just washed and stood in the warm water touching and playing and pushing Bobby down on his knees. Then they made him lick their pussy back and forth like he had done to their breast. Bobby was wild. He loved seeing each lady open her legs and moving his head back and forth sharing his mouth and tongue as they squatted a little and opened their thighs wider for his mouth

For a young guy this was heaven. He had a hand on each ass and moved his face around on each cunt. The women held him down on his knees and pressed their pussies on his lips and tongue. Bobby only wished he had two mouths and two tongues. So did the women.

Finally they were all worked up enough to get out of the shower dry off with lots of help from Bobby's hands. He loved to touch them all over as they pulled and stroked his cock. Finally his mom knelt in front of him and took his hard cock head into her mouth. Jane began to suck him good. She was like a crazy woman working on his dick. It was like she couldn't suck hard or long enough on it. She had to have it and she moaned and sighed and whimpered as she sucked... 

Bonnie finally pulled her up and they walked towards the bed with Bobby between them. They got on the bed and pushed Bobby down on his back. Bonnie said: "Now it's out turn sweetie. Let us show you how it feels to be loved."

Bonnie straddled his hips and took his cock in her hand. She could feel it throbbing in her palm. She guided the head of his cock to her open pussy lips. She rubbed it up and down and then centered it at the opening of her pussy tunnel. Bonnie slowly took the tip into her hole. Bobby felt her heat and wetness. He wanted to push up into Bonnie steaming pussy but his mother told him: "Don't move Bobby. Just let it happened."

Jane moved over his face and straddled his shoulders. Bobby watched as his mother's cunt came closer to his face. He could smell her sex and feel her heat on his face too. He loved to look up at her pussy hole as she moved over his face like this. Jane used her fingers to spread her outer lips showing her son all of her pink insides.

Then the two women slowly settled done on him. Bonnie's pussy sucked up his cock and she took it deep into her cunt. His mother settled down on his open mouth as he licked her hole. Both women began to wiggle and push on Bobby at different points of his body.

The feeling was different than any he had ever experienced before. One pussy on his cock was wonderful but another on his face was wild. He could smell and feel his mother's pussy cumming as his cock was being fucked by Bonnie. He felt her cunt hole become wetter and hotter. He knew she was cumming and he sucked his mother's cunt harder and faster until he felt Jane cum too.

As he worked to make his cock cum Bobby was thrusting up into Bonnie's body now when he heard a deep voice said: "Looks like the boy has both ends full. Let me help you Bobby."



Training Ch. 24



Jane was in a sort of sexual trance or dream world and her body was in a constant state of cumming ever few minutes. The orgasms she was having were small but great orgasms. It seemed like she would have one every few seconds and each one was driving her wild with lust. 

After being fucked by Bobby while her best friend Bonnie licked her clit she was wild with need. Now her son Bobby was licking and sucking her pussy and she was riding his face. It was her favorite position with his mouth under her pussy and his tongue in her wet hot hole. 

Jane was rocking on her son's face with her pussy just running with cum that was being licked up as fast as Bobby could move his tongue. It was then that Bobby heard the deep voice and he tried to look to see who it was that was talking. But, he couldn't see much of anything with his mother's thighs straddling the sides of his face as she sat on his mouth rocking back and forth. He knew that there was another guy in the room with him his mom and Bonnie.

Jane had her eyes closed and head back and she was in that grove that women get when they are just having one orgasm after another. She was moaning and cumming again. God he loved his mother when she was in this state. She seemed to be ready and will to do anything to please or be pleased. Bobby could hear her panting and crying out saying: "Good Bobby!! Oh so good baby! Yes, keeping licking mommy's pussy for her. Lick sweetie, lick me."

The next thing he knew a hand went between his mouth and his mother's wet hot cunt and he saw two fingers enter her cunt hole and lift her up off his mouth. Jane was being taken off his face and when she was removed from her son she was quickly filled by the fingers as she was laid down on the bed.

Bonnie moved fast and laid flat and settled on Bobby completely. She held Bobby's hard cock deep inside her pussy riding him fast up and down pumping her cunt on his dick. She said: "Bobby this is James, he is going to ..... will sort of help you out baby. He will also help your mom out.

Bobby watched as James moved his two fingers in and out of Jane's open pussy as he laid her back never removing his fingers and never letting her come down from her sexual high! His thrusts were almost painful to Jane as he rammed his two fingers in and out of her. Masturbating her hard he moved her on to her back.

Bonnie said: "We know when your mom gets like this Bobby she needs to be fucked badly and James is here to assist you. While I fuck you, he is going to fuck your mom. He very good at it Bobby and mommy is going to love his big dick. He is going to join us now Bobby. I mean it's only fair since you're fucking his woman so he is going to fuck yours. Now just let him show her how good a big cock can feel."

She lifted her pussy using her hips moving them up and down on his hard young shaft as she began to really shove it up and down on his cock. Bonnie used her body and pussy on Bobby making sure he wasn't going to try and stop James fucking Jane. 

Her cunt was moving as fast and hard as she could as her pussy hole tightened around Bobby's shaft fucking him. Bobby was going to say something but he heard his mother moan and when he looked over at her, Jane said: "God yes, fuck me!! I need fucking so badly! Your cock is huge give me it. Give me it all! Hurry!! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Bobby watched as James easily finished rolling Jane rolled over on her back. She was lying next to him and James moved between her thighs as he spread her legs wider for him to get into her pussy. "You want this big cock don't you baby", he said as he looked down at Jane's beauty.

James spread her legs even wider and as he removed his fingers from her wet dripping cunt and licked them. Jane moaned. He held his cock up in the other hand for Jane to look at. Bobby could see James was huge everywhere. His cock looked red and the head looked purple. It was sticking out between his legs just inches from Jane's wet dripping pussy. He had a huge set of ball that hung long and low under his shaft. "Yes! God yes!! Fuck me", she cried out as she watched Bonnie riding her son's hard dick and then looked at James' huge cock about to enter her.

Jane was so hot and so ready to have her cunt stuffed she couldn't stand it. The sexual need and build up that she had with Bobby's cock and Bonnie's mouth had driven her almost mad with desire. Then when she was riding her son's face she got even hotter. Now she needed fucking and it was driving her crazy. 

As the head of James' cock touched her steaming wet hole, Jane closed her eyes and smiled as she felt the cock head begin to enter her body. "YES! OH FUCK YES", she yelled out.

Bobby had seen the thick cock held in James' hand and then he saw him lower it as he moved the cock head to the entrance of his mother's pussy. "Don't hurt her", he yelled at James.

James smiled and told Bobby: "Don't worry kid. She is going to love this. You watch and learn and let my girl Bonnie there take care of you and make you cum. This could take a while."

Jane wasn't scared or seemed to be upset at all that James had taken her off of her son's face. When she saw his big dick she knew immediately that she had to have it all inside her body fucking her. 

Jane had never been with a man this big since college. Back in those days she loved to fuck and would fuck any and all that tried to do her and many had tried. Man or women, or both when Jane got like she was now, this horny and this worked up with this much lust; it usually took more than one or two men to satisfy her body's need. Back then she had tried almost everything and enjoyed it all. She had even been involved in a gang bang with five men and drained them all. 

Then she married and had Bobby and she became a nice suburban mother. But now her sexual lust had been released again and now she was going to enjoy herself again like in college. It had been a long, long time since she felt this way. She would explain all of this to Bobby later on and hoped that he would understand. But right now all she wanted was the fucking of her life from this big dick moving into her body.

It didn't take long for Bobby to see James was fully embedded in his mother's cunt now. He could hear his big set of balls slapping against her ass. He watched as this huge man began to fuck Jane hard, pumping deep into her cunt. Bobby could see his ass backing off before slamming back down on top of her. Each time he did Jane would moan with pleasure. 

And as James fucked Jane, Bonne was still fucking Bobby like a wild cat. 

Bobby didn't know what to think. On one hand he loved seeing his mother being fucked. Her face looked so happy and satisfied when he looked over at her. And, her body was arching up now as she thrust it up to meet James coming down into her. Bobby knew his mother was really enjoying this fucking. 

On the other hand he felt sort of jealous. He wasn't sure he liked this guy just taking her like that. But Bonnie was working her magic with her cunt squeezing his shaft as she used her skills that soon made him forget all about James and he paid attention to this beautiful woman fucking him.

He looked up into Bonnie's eyes and she smiled down at him. "You like this don't you Bobby! You like it when I squeeze your cock like this........don't you baby? And, you like lying next to your mom who is being fucked too. Think of it bobby both of you are being fucked together", she whispered in his ear as her ass went up and down moving her pussy hole on his hard young shaft.

"Don't worry Bobby. James won't take her away from you. I know Jane and she will never leave you, she loves you. But she has needs, sexual needs Bobby, which she has been suppressing for years. They are sexual needs that one man can't satisfy Bobby. James just wants to give her what I have been enjoying; his big cock once in awhile. It will help her release that inner slut deep inside her that I know she has and you will benefit so much more when you two are alone together. She will show you what fucking is all about now sweetie. Jane will be a different woman with you now. She w will be your slut, your complete slut" Bonnie told Bobby as her wet hot pussy rode up and down on his cock.

"Inner slut", Bobby asked, "I don't understand what is her inner slut?"

Bonnie smiled down and squeezed his cock shaft hard with the walls of her cunt. Bobby moaned with pleasure. She smiled and told him: "I know how she is Bobby, how she really is. When she gets this horny and her need is this high, she has to have her relief. We all do baby! And Bobby you'll love it when she is free to express herself at home with you. She felt guilty and dirty Bobby letting you see her like this, her slut side I mean. But after tonight you'll see how slutty and nasty your mother can be and you are going to love it", Bonnie told him.

Bobby was ready to cum and he told Bonnie he was ready. They worked together fucking each other and in a few seconds they both erupted with orgasms. Bobby shot a huge load into her body as he watched her nipples harden more and more. That was the sign that Bonnie was ready or was already cumming. 

Then he felt it and her body released her cum coating his hard cock. With one thrust he slammed his cock up into Bonnie's hole. She slammed down on his cock and then held it deep inside her as he began to pump his cum. Thump, thump, thump, he felt his cum surge deep into her pussy! "Good!! So fucking good", Bobby moaned.

When it was over they held each other as Bonnie lay with him watching Jane being fucked. Her cries and screams and moans told them both that James was making her cum hard. They watched her body working with James to please them both. "Yes!! Yes damn it! Fuck me", she yelled at him as he drove his cock into her again and again and again! 

It was wild and lustful and extremely erotic as Bobby and Bonnie watched it happening. It was extremely exciting for them both. Neither could take their eyes off the other two lovers having sex in Bonnie's bed. Jane was telling James to fuck her harder and faster and deeper. She was directing him to fill her cunt and cum all over her. She screamed at him and her body was going insane lifting them both up off the bed and fucking him back as hard as he was fucking her. 

Bobby was amazed at the sight of his mother. She was like some whore some possessed sex craze woman who couldn't get enough. Again and again he watched James drive his cock deep into her hole and again and again Jane asked for more. "God she is going crazy", he told Bonnie.

Bonnie stroked his face and kissed his neck. Then she said' Yes Bobby, yes she is going crazy. That's how she gets. You have never seen this side of her sweetie she hid it from you, until today. She is really like me only more so. She loves sex Bobby and you will be a very lucky guy as she gives and gives and gives you all of her mine, body and sole from now on. This will release her and she will know you know how she really now. She will want you to do her just like this some of the times. Your mother is a whore when she wants sex this badly", Bonnie explained.

She held Bobby's cock in her hand. It was semi hard and wet covered with their join cum. She slowly stroked it as she told him: "Jane will need this from time to time Bobby. When she does we'll get together, the four of us and we'll enjoy a night of raw animal sex. How does that sound? You'll get to fuck her too she'll need your cock too. In fact we might invite another coupe over to join us. Some times your mom needs more than one or two cocks to satisfy her. Can you understand all of this baby", she whispered in his ear as she stoked him.

They watched Jane arch her back and lift up and as she hung in the air James was arching his back and everyone knew they were both cumming. The sounds were more animal than human as Bonnie and Bobby watched in total amazement.

Then when it was over James slowly moved out from between Jane's thighs and when his cock came out there was a loud popping sucking sound. Then he stood back on his knees and they saw his cock dripping with cum from both of them. His cock was still hard but beginning to shrink.

He looked at the other two lovers and said: "Your turn Bobby! She needs your cock now!"

Bobby was almost super hard, thanks to Bonnie slow and loving strokes of her hands. He move around and got between his mother open thighs. He looked down at your well used cunt and could see the huge load of cum running out her cunt hole. "Fuck me Bobby. Oh God Bobby! Fuck mommy. She needs your hard cock too baby. Fuck me as hard as you can Bobby. Do it now baby! Stick your cock in my hole and fuck me Bobby", Jane moaned

Bobby didn't say anything he moved in and pushed his young cock into her pussy with one thrust. Jane moaned loudly. She was wet, hot and gapping open. She looked badly used.

Jane opened her eyes and looked up at her son. "OH Bobby! OH GOD! I never wanted you to see me like this" Jane cried.

Bobby smiled down at her and kissed her as he began to fuck her. She wrapped her legs around him and joined him in a sexual mating! Over and over they fucked and fucked and fucked with James's cum coating their organs. He had pumped so much into Bonnie it was now helping Bobby to hold off cumming in his loving mother. He lifted up and slammed down into her as he told her: "Fuck me like you fucked James mother. I want you to fuck me like you fucked him. Give me it all mom!! Fuck me!"

Jane moaned and began to lift them both up off the floor. She slammed her cunt up into her son's cock and bounced him all around the bed. James was much heavier than Bobby and Jane was almost lifting Bobby up in the air off of her. She held him with her arms and legs and drove her cunt into him: "Yes fuck me yes, yes YES", she screamed and she went wild on her son's dick.

Bobby had never felt her doing this before and it excited him greatly! He drove his cock into her harder and harder and Jane yelled for him to fuck her even harder. He pumped into her faster and faster and she yelled at him to go faster still. Again and again Jane yelled almost demanded that he fuck her harder faster and deeper just like she had told James to do.

Finally James came over and knelt next to Jane. He offered Jane his cock to suck and she gladly opened her mouth and engulfed his cock head. Everyone heard her moan as she started to nurse on his dick. Bonnie came over and sucked one of her best friend's tits. She pulled and squeezed them. And, still Jane asked for more.

Bobby was looking down as he fucked his mother and watched as she sucked and sucked and sucked on James' cock. It was like she couldn't get enough. She sucked and nursed on it like a starving baby! She sucked and took a lot of his cock down her throat! She moaned as she felt him becoming harder in her mouth and throat. 

Finally Bobby couldn't hold off any longer. Seeing his mother sucking a huge cock and deep throating it was just too much for him. He cried out that he was cumming and slammed his cock as deep as he could into her hole. Jane moaned loudly when she felt his cum shooting into her, 

She sucked James so hard he yelled in pain!! Then as Bobby pulled out James moved around again and lifted Jane's legs and slammed his cock all the way into her pussy. He just started to fuck her again. Nothing easy or gentle but hard and fast and he kept going!

YES!!!" Jane screamed as she felt his big dick go deeper than Bobby's.

YES, YES, YES, and that's it FUCK MEEEEEE!" she screamed.

And James did just that. He was like a piston now. In and out in and out in and out, none stop. He didn't slow down or change methods. He had her legs bent over her head and was driving his dick into her cunt as hard and fast as he could do it. Slap, slap, slap, slap was the sound of his balls slamming against her ass. He fucked her long and hard and Jane climaxed over and over again. But, she needed more. "Stick your finger in my ass" she screamed t him.

Bobby watched in amazement. James grabbed her and rolled her over and around without taking his cock out of her pussy. He had her sitting on top of him now. He yelled; "Fuck me! Now you fuck me!! Fuck me hard and fast as you want baby!"

Jane went wild. Bobby was astonished as he watched his mother fucking James as she rode his big cock up and down. Her ass lifted up and down almost in a blur. Her hips pumped her pussy up and down on his long hard cock shaft. Bobby could see the circle of her vagina held tightly around his swollen shaft. When she lifted up it pulled on cunt as she squeezed his dick so tightly! She rode him, and rode him, and rode him. 

Jane was extremely skilled and he realized that his mother must have done this a lot. She was so skillful and knew exactly what she was doing as she fucked James' big dick. "GOD! YES", she cried out when she began to cum for GOD only knows how many times this day. 

As Bobby watched his cock was getting harder again. "So good, so deep. OH God I'm cumming", she moaned as she sat completely down on his big long cock and rocked back and forth.

Finally when Jane couldn't ride up and down any more and Bonnie and Bobby were thinking it could get any rawer; James wrapped his arms around Jane and pulled her down tightly on top of him. He held her around her back just above her ass and told Bonnie to use her hands to spread Jane's ass cheeks. Then he said: "Bobby get over here and put your cock in your mother's ass. NOW boy she needs it."

Bobby didn't move. So took her hands off of Jane's ass and helped him. She rubbed his cock with KY jelly and then rubbed Jane's ass hole with it. They all heard Jane moan with tremendous passion and lust when Bonnie touched her ass and spread her cheeks again. Then Bonnie helped Bobby put his cock into Jane's other hole. "Do it baby! Do it. Put your beautiful cock in m y ass Bobby! Fuck me too", Jane told him.

As Bobby worked his cock into his mother's ass and as he did, he kept hearing her say: "Yes baby. That's it! Yes baby push!! It's OK. It's OK! You're not hurting me. Push Bobby! Fuck my ass!"

Bobby was now fully inside his mother's ass and as James worked on her cunt. Bobby fucked her ass. Jane cried and moaned and screamed and her body went crazy again on both of them!! "Jesus! I can't stand it! I'm gong crazy", she said as she climaxed over and over and over again. 

When she did she was squeezing both cocks and fucking them as good as she could. The men couldn't hold off and Jane felt their cocks both release. Their cum was filling both her holes and she shuttered with delight. Jane kept rocking and humping for a few more minutes and finally both cock were deflated and fell out of her holes. The men were done they moved out of the way. James moved Bobby back and said: "When all else fails Bobby use a toy"

Bonnie moved in and rolled Jane on her back. She took the 10 inch vibrator and shoved it into her best friend's cunt. She turned it on and as it stimulated Jane. Bonnie began to lick her best friend's clit gently and lovingly.

James held the vibrator and worked the speed of the vibrations while Bonnie licked her pussy. Jane just kept fucking the toy and James used the toy to fuck her back. With Bonnie's lips and tongue on her clit and the toy buried deep in her hole Jane shuttered and came over and over. "Watch bobby, watch and learn boy. This is how you please your mom with the toy", James told him

Bobby watched as James fucked her pussy a long tie. Finally Jane hung in the air again and fucked the toy until she collapsed back on the bed. Bonnie tuned off the toy and James pulled it out of Jane's stretched, cum dripping hole. 

Jane was done, she was drained completely She just laid there. James smiled and told Bonnie: "That should hold her for a while. Man she was a hot damn savage baby. You were right she really did need this and I think we need one more guy for the next time."




Training Ch. 24



Bobby looked at Bonnie and James and said: "Next time? When is the next time? How often does she need something like this?"

Bonnie smiled at him and said: "There is no set time baby. It just builds and builds Bobby! She'll tell you or me or both of us when she is ready to do it again. Do you want to bring someone next time or should I arrange it?"

Bobby said: "I don't know any guys as big as him."

He was pointing at James. James smiled and said: "Well we can't do it along Bobby. If we could Bonnie wouldn't need the toy. Maybe I can find someone."

Bonnie said: "Well we have to be sure he is clean and at least as large as Bobby is cockwise."

James told them he was going to shower.

When James left Bonnie went to her friend and started to clean her up a little. She was covered with wetness and lots of cum from her belly down to her upper thighs. Jane moaned when she was touched and Bobby came over and lifted her head. He rested it on his legs and stroked his mother's face lovingly

She opened her eyes and smiled up at her son. "You were amazing mom", he said in a low deep voice.

She closed her eyes and said: "Oh Bobby! Oh God baby! I never wanted you to see me like this. I'm, so ashamed"

Bobby could see a tear. He wiped it away and told her: "Don't worry mom, I loved seeing you fuck and I loved being one of the guys with you. It was the most exciting and sexist thing I have ever seemed."

Jane started to explain to him why it happened and what happens to her but Bobby told her Bonnie had already explained it all. He smiled and said: "You were wild!! I love seeing you cum so many times. I bet you feel dead tired."

She smiled and told him he had no idea. Then as Bonnie finished wiping her ass and pussy Jane closed her eyes and told them both to cover her she was going to sleep.

Bonnie covered her best friend and then she and Bobby went to the kitchen. When James came out of the shower they both saw his soft cock swinging around in front of him. Bobby said to himself: "God he is big even when he is soft."

Bonnie went to her lover and kissed him and as she did she wrapped her fingers around his softness. James moaned and said: "Not a chance baby I'm drained."

She smiled and kissed him again. He dressed and ate and left. Bobby showered and then Bonnie did the same after James closed the front door. They both looked in on Jane but she was gone for the night.

Bonnie sat on Bobby' lap and let him play with her tits and suck her nipples. But even young Bobby was done. His cock didn't move he was deflated and was going to stay that way.

Bonnie took his hand and walked him to the spare bedroom. She smiled when he told her: "I don't think I can do it again."

She lay on the bed and handed him the toy. "Do me with it", she said.

And Bobby went to work licking and sucking her pussy until she told him she was ready. Then he slowly pushed the big toy into her pussy and turned on the vibrator. He worked her clit and hole and watched as her pussy began to grip it and her hips started to lift. Bonnie taught him how to use the toy to best please a woman. It was another training session for Bobby. He would need it.

Slowly Bonnie began to work her pussy back on the toy! "Turn it up more", she whispered with lust in her voice.

Bobby did as directed and soon he was watching Bonnie cumming. God how he loved to see her pussy, hips and pelvis fucking this toy! As her body arched and her ass lifted humping the toy faster and faster Bobby worked it just like he worked his cock in her when he felt her cumming! Bonnie cried out and hung in the air cumming!

Bobby didn't stop fucking her with the toy until she reached and held his hand. "Stop! Stop!! Stop please! Thank you baby! Thank you! That was wonderful" she said as she smiled up at him.

Bobby cold smell her musk and he bent down and licked her slit. She held his head and moaned: "Oh Bobby! OH yes baby! Lick it for me. Bath my hot pussy with your tongue baby!"

He went to work and moved around and she opened her legs for him. As he knelt between them Bobby licked her pussy bathing it and making her feel so good. While Bonnie didn't cum again she just laid there and let him lick her gently as he kissed and made love to her pussy. It felt so good Bonnie just let him lay there for as long as he wanted to do it.

Bonnie loved how he make her cum from his mouth when they started and how nice he made her pussy feel at the end of their love making when he just bathed it and loved it with his mouth. There have been times when he had cum inside her and he still went down on her at the end to please her and make her feel good. He really was a good lover now. Bobby had learned a great deal about sex and making a woman feel good and enjoying his touch.

Finally Bobby came up and out from between Bonnie's legs and moved up her body. In the morning both women would talk to Bobby again about what happened with his mother tonight. He would need to know and realize that a night like this would be happening again as Jane had now released that sexual demon inside her. She loved sex and now she could have it without her son being upset or Jane being ashamed. Now Jane was free to experience her sexual need with her loving son. She would have him as a member of the group that got her off and satisfied and that would make it even better. 

Bonnie knew Jane would always make it a point to include Bobby in the future in this sort of thing. She knew how much Jane loved her son fucking her but she would also use it as a sort of training lesson for him. Jane also was sure there were other women in the world who were just like herself and maybe one day Bobby would find another one. If so, he would need to know how to deal with her. Gang fucking was the only real way to satisfy a woman like Jane when she was in need like tonight. Jane knew there were women who hide their true slut feelings most of the time so not to be called a whore or slut. But she also knew that these women were always looking for and wanted a chance to release it with a man who could understand them. Jane wanted Bobby to be one of those men and understand her.

As Bobby and Bonnie held each other the kissed and slowly fell asleep together. He cupped one of her big tits in his hand and she felt his soft cock pressing against her ass. Such a nice feeling for both of them they slept until morning.



Training Ch. 25



Dhea had been with Paul for over a month now and had moved in with him. Each day she was learning more and more how to become his personal sex slave and do what he told her to do when he told her. He had convinced her that she had whorist ways, an inner slut that needed to be saved and relieved of her nasty filthy sexual ways. He told her that sex was wonderful when done in a loving way. 

But Paul had convinced Dhea that she had to learn to deal and control her indecent, inner immoral, dirty sexual ways. The only way was to drive it out of her physically when ever she felt it coming on. 

Paul told her that if she followed his directions to the letter he could cure her of these revolting feelings by giving her body more and more sex that would teach her to love the sexual feeling but remove those raging unclean urges that were making her a whore for anyone who came along. 

She agreed and moved in with him giving herself over to him completely becoming his submissive, his sexual slave first to have her nasty needs removed from a pure animal lust to simple a more pure and sexual need for love.

Today Paul had her dress only in the bra and panties he purchased for her on line. The bra was a sort of nursing type bra which with a flip of a finger opened the end which exposed her nipples. 

The panties were crotch-less panties that weren't more than a small 3 inch patch over her vagina slit with its own slit at the proper place. A finger or tongue or cock would find no problem moving in and penetrating her vagina when it was time. There was no back to the panties except for the throng string that ran up her ass. 

Paul always had her dress for sex in some sort of outfit that showed off her body without hindering his touches or need to finger or lick or to fuck her. He loved to see her dressed this way in panties and bra and for the most part when he was home or coming home Dhea would put on the outfit he laid out for her each day. That's all she wore until last week when Paul got her a new gift. 

Now, there was something new added to her outfits which she had to wear all the time. He told her she could never take it off until she was cured of her nasty sexual lust. 

It was a neck strap made of leather which went around her beautiful neck and has the words DHEA -- PAUL on the front and SLAVE on the back which could be reversed if want. It was burned into the chrome plates. She wore this all the time now, even when she slept. It had a long chain on it that went around Paul's arm so he could pull and guided her wherever he wanted her to go.

Today was going to be a special day for Dhea. Paul would teach her how to become a complete sub, a complete sex slave to him. After today their relationship would advance especially for her. 

Today it would start out with her sucking his cock and balls properly. He may or may not cum, that was up to her to make him. Paul had great staying power and many times Dhea's mouth and jaws would tire and she would actually have her lower jaw lock up on her so she had to stop before he blew his load in her mouth. 

When that happened she would be punished. But then Paul would always work her pussy afterwards and make her hold off cumming for some time as part of the punishment for not sucking his cum out of his cock. 

Paul would make her cum with his fingers working them hard in and out of her hole until she climaxed on them. Sometimes she would have to stand and spread her legs and he would finger fuck her that way driving his fingers up into her pussy. He had made her squirt a few times doing it that way. 

He loved to see her beautiful sexy body squatting there in front of him as he drove his fingers deep into her cunt. She would cry and moan and beg him to stop because the feeling of her inner slut was returning. But Paul always told her he had to drive it out of her and the best way was to make her cum. She did.

When he was done making her cum he slowly removed his fingers and then he would make her taste her cum directly from them seconds after he pulled them out of her cunt hole. He would move them right to her lips. At first Dhea didn't want to do it, tasting her own juices felt dirty and not right to her. But, now Dhea always sucked her fingers clean. While he watched her, he would tell her that the wetness was the slut juices coming out of her body. He insisted she had more and that he would get them all removed. 

He would also always remind her that he made her cum and that she didn't make him cum. He would always make her feel inadequate and subordinate in love making to him. He could make her cum orally but she couldn't make him. Each time Dhea sucked him now she would work so hard trying to make him cum in her mouth. Her blow jobs were getting better and better and Paul was having a very hard time holding off now. 

Once Dhea had cum a couple times from Paul's mouth he would spread her thighs wide open stretching her legs until they hurt a little. He enjoyed looking at her pussy. It was dark around the edges like most Asian women he had known. But the insides were so very pink almost reddish with a small clit which by now in their love making was always poking out from under a long sot clit hood. Her actual pussy hole was small, very small, and that was one of the reasons Paul loved fucking her. He always stretched her hole with his big dick. 

Once Paul's cock was fully inside Dhea's beautiful cunt he loved how she fucked him. Her body went wild on him. Sometimes he wouldn't move and he would just watch her and let her fuck herself and him with her body moving on it. That was the greatest thing for him seeing her fucking herself as he watched. But it was strange, Dhea always seem to be recovered by the next day for his cock to enjoy her hole again. 

Licking her pussy and building her lust up higher and higher now, Paul loved to hear her beg him to make her cum again and again before he fucked her with his big cock. Telling her she had to work out the demons of evil lust from her body Paul usually got three orgasms out of Dhea with his fingers and mouth! God how he loved feeling her body shutter from his touch and sucking and licking! 

After denying her satisfaction for a long while he would make her cum with her legs over her head as he exposed both of her holes. He played and touched and worked on her ass and pussy which made her feel so slutty. 

Legs over her head and pussy on fire and her ass hole showing Paul would always asked her if the nasty slutty feeling was there. And, of course it was, Paul had made sure of that. Dhea would always tell him: "Yes. It's there Sir and I feel so full of it now. I need to cum so baldy Sir. Please Sir. Help me Sir please help me get rid of it."

He held her legs over her head and looked down at her pussy and ass and saw her face between her open legs. He told her it was ashame that she had so much slut inside her that had to be removed. He told her how lovely she was and how bad she needed discipline and control or she would be a whore, a worthless slut, all her life. He told her it was his job to make her control her nasty lust side and obey him and he would guide her as she learned.

Then usually after she was ready and willing and needing it so badly Paul would move up and show her his big cock slapping it on her cunt. The head pointed over her pelvis and Dhea could see the thick hard dick head. Then slowly, very slowly he would begin to insert it into her tight little cunt. As he did he asked her over and over again what she wanted.

Dean would reply: "Oh God Sir please, please, put your cock into my pussy and relieve my nasty sexual urges. Please Sir fuck me and make me your women. OH yes your cock feels so good going into me. Fuck me Sir!! Fuck me Paul! Fuck me!!!"

Paul stopped moving his body and with just his cock head in her hot wet and ready pussy hole he yelled: "What? You haven't earned the right to call me Paul, not yet bitch! What did I tell you to call me? Maybe I should just jack off over your nasty whore body."

Dhea moaned trying to lift up to get his cock into her body. She couldn't move Paul had her secured tightly. "Sir! OH fuck me! I'm so sorry Sir!! I'm so worked up Sir. Please Sir! PLEASE! SIR!! I need it so bad today Sir!! PLEASE! PLEASE!! Fuck me SIR", she begged.

She was panting and begging. He looked down and took her upper thighs and held them while he bent over her body and pushed his cock down into her cunt. Dhea moaned loudly as she felt him move deeper and deeper into her body. "Is this what you want my sweet slut"; he asked looking directly into her eyes.

Dhea moaned when she heard him call her his sweet slut. "Yes, yes sir. Please! I love how it feels when you push so deep into my nasty cunt. It helps so much to remove my whorist needs. Fuck my need out of me Sir. Please fuck me! Remove my nasty lust. Make me cum with your hard long cock Sir. Please!" she said in a servant's voice.

Paul smiled down at her and removed some of the straps holding her lower body tightly. Once removed Dhea could move and she started to work her cunt on his cock. He was fully embedded inside her tiny little pussy and as he looked down at her he said: "If yow want to cum Dhea you have to help me. You have to move your lower body like I showed you. Work baby! Work your cunt on my cock. Work hard and get that slutty whorish feeling out of you. Cum on my cock Dhea. Be my beauty lady and show me how much you love me and love my cock and how you want to get that whore out of you!"

Dhea started to rock her hips and thrust her pelvis up into her master and she worked her body rotating her pussy around and up and down on his big hard cock. "Yes, yes baby! That's it. Fuck me. Fuck me and cum for me Dhea my sweet slave. Get that nasty sexual feeling out of your body. Cum for me Dhea. Cum on my dick. Let me feel your wetness coat my hard cock. Cum and be free of the slut inside you"

Dhea lifted and humped and went wild moving her pussy on his cock. God he loved how she fucked him. He watched her as he stood there looking down at her body as her cunt was taking his dick in and out of her vagina as she rocked and humped on it. "So good! Soooo very good Sir", she moaned.

She fucked him like a wild women, a women under a spell, she was. As he stood there not moving and watched her working her body to please him completely he smiled down at her giving her his approval!! "Oh Sir! It feels so good!!! I'm going to cum I can't help it! The feeling is over powering Sir. Please tell me it's OK to cum! Please" she cried out.

Paul smiled down and said: "Yes my sweet slut! Cum hard. Get it all out of you and I'll make love to your body like always. Now baby moved! Now fuck me like you really need it."

He knew she was very close. He pushed into her deep and fast and started to fuck her back now. Seconds later Dhea closed her eyes, her mouth opened as she arched her back and thrust her ass up as high as she could tied in the chair like she was and she screamed: "OH FUCK YES! I'm CUMMING SIR! I"M CUMMING"

Her orgasm rocked her so hard she couldn't catch her breath. Paul was still fucking her as she lay there breathless. He pumped and pumped his big hard long cock down into her body. Soon he untied her legs and arms and moved his hands under her ass. He lifted her up and pushed his cock as deep into her cunt as he could get it. He had passed her cervix and his cock head was in her womb!! He hiss: "I'm cumming Dhea, Move your body bitch!"

Dhea squeezed, rocked and rotated her cunt as she milked his cock like he had taught her. She worked her pussy muscles every day and was now very tight and very good at squeezing his cock. He loved how it felt.

He moaned from the feeling of her tight little pussy squeezing his entire cock shaft and he bit his lip and as hard as he tried he couldn't hold off. Paul was cumming! He was in ecstasy as his balls released his cum so deep inside Dhea he was sure he was knocking her up. Her cunt held him tight as she humped and humped and humped her body pleasing him with everything she had inside her. "If this doesn't do it she can't get preprint.' he said to himself.

Dhea loved to feel Paul's cum pumping into her body and coating her internal sex orgasm. As deep as Paul was in her hole, Dhea loved the idea that right now one of her eggs was being mated with one of his sperm. "So good Sir. It feels so good to have the whore washed out of me now. Thank you Sir. Your cock is magic to me. I need it Sir. I need it all the time. Fill me with you cum Sir", she moaned as she felt his cum pumping deep into her body.

"Yes, give me it all Sir. Please just let it all fill me", Dhea whispered in his ear as he lay on top of her.

A few minutes later Paul pulled out and his cock flopped out her cunt hole. He quickly pushed the plug inside her pussy and placed the straps over her feet again. He lifted her legs over her head keeping his cum deep inside her body. 

Then he used his fingers to remove any of the cum that had already slowly leaked out of Dhea's pussy slit. He shared it with her feeding her as he licked one finger and gave her the other. They stayed like this for a long time. Then he released her and told her to clean up.

Dhea went into the shower and cleaned herself completely. When Paul came into the shower she cleaned him too. She washed his body kneeing and sucking his cock and then drying him off she sucked it some more. "Is today the day you show me the chair Sir? I would love to try it", Dhea said looking down at her feet.

Paul took her chin and lifted it up as he told her: "Look up at me Dhea. Look into my eyes now Dhea. And call me Paul. Your whore has been removed for while so I want to see your beautiful face. If it comes back you must tell me immediately and then you must call me Sir again until we rid it of your body again."

Dhea looked up into her master's face and smiled. He bent down and kissed her lovingly. She was so beautiful. He couldn't get over how easy it was to change her and convert her into his sub slut. She was his now and would do whatever he wanted sexually or otherwise. He wondered how long he would keep this one. He usually turned them and then kept them for awhile before he sold them to another master.

But Dhea was so special, so small and beautiful and so willing! God she was more than willing to try and do anything for him, anything. He would hold on to her for a long time before tiring of her and then he would either trade her or sell her to another man for his enjoyment. 

That is if she wasn't knocked up. If she was he would get Bobby to be the dad. He would let her keep her appointments with Bobby and he would film them and then show Dhea how nasty and slutty she was with Bobby. He would tell her and show her how much more she needed his help and how much more work she need to change. Then he would sell the film. He controlled her life completely now.

As Dhea prepared their lunch she was completely nude. He made her stay that way after their first sexual encounter of the day. She walked around the kitchen and Paul loved to look at her. Her breasts were small but she had dark long nipples that seemed to always be hard. 

Her pussy was trimmed nicely as he directed her to do. It had just a little patch, a landing strip, above her slit. Her hips and ass were small like all young Asian women but she had athletic and shapely legs that accented her ass, he loved to hold her ass cheeks in his hand as he fucked her. 

Her body was small but proportioned very nicely. Her face was so beautiful, long black hair and deep dark eyes with her lips so full made him hard just looking at it. Her belly was flat and she was a tiger in bed with him. That was the most important thing to him. 

Paul had many beautiful women in his life and some were useless in bed. Some couldn't fuck or suck. But, Dhea was good at both and getting better with each day that passed.

They ate lunch and when she had cleaned up the kitchen Paul took her hand and they went down to the basement. "There's the chair Dhea. Are you sure you want to try it? It's very stimulating and it might bring back your whore feeling. If it does we'll have to get them out again" he told her.

"Dhea looked at him and he could already see the lust in her eyes. "Yes. Yes Sir if you will help me I want to try it. Would you let me try it and stay here with me Sir? Show me how it works and help me if my slut feelings come back?"

Paul knew he would fuck her again and again with the help of the chair. It would drive her wild and her need would be the greatest it had been. He would fuck her again and cum in her and if she came to it would be all the better. If not, she would use the chair or she would have to wait until later. His pleasure came first as always.

Dhea knew his pleasure was her prime task and she would work hard to please him. She knew if she did Paul would reward her with his cum. He fed her it at least twice daily usually filled pussy with it if her mouth didn't make him cum first. This was their sexual schedule every day. 

Paul had Dhea wanting to be completely controlled by him now. She loved how he made her cum so hard all the time. She loved how he made the whore in her leave for as short period of time day after day. The sex was better than any she had ever had in her life. He always surprised her with what they did or he had her do. She moved in with him and needed him badly now.

There were days when she would ask and then beg him to make her cum so many times that Paul had to use a toy on her. His cock was completely drained. He used various tools from his office and those he had at home on her to make her cum very hard. 

His basement was like his office. It had a table and stapes to secure her thighs and arms and body, as he positioned her in different ways. He used this table on her many times over the month they had been together.

He also had the chair. The chair that a woman could sit on or lay back on and he would have her thighs spread wide and secured in the straps he had so they held her knees and ankles. The chair also had straps at the top so to secure her arms. He could fuck her with different toys and attachments he would attach to a machine that would then move the toys directly into her pussy, ass, or both.

He had showed Dhea the chair and the toys but held off letting her try it. Perhaps today he would show her how wonderful the toys can make her feel. Perhaps if she is willing he would make her cum in the chair. 

The object was to start her out with him making the arm of the machine move in and out of her pussy hole. He would fuck her ass too a little later on. 

Then as she started to enjoy it he might hand her the remote control and watch as she fucked herself. He would instruct her and guide her and cheer her on as she worked the toy. 

Or he would keep the remote and work it as he moved up next to her face and drop is shorts and put his cock in her face AND let her suck his cock. He knew Dhea loved sucking his cock for him. Sometimes he would cum in her mouth and some times she couldn't get him to cum before her mouth got tired. Then he would have her suck him back hard and fuck her on the chair or in bed and cum in her pussy. 

As usual he would always have her clean him and make him hard again for the third time so he could fuck her again maybe taking her ass this time.

But tonight Paul had planned a little something for his slut. When she asked him again if she could experience the chair tonight he told her if she would follow his direction completely without question or hesitation.

She asked him what it involved. Paul told her: "Well first I want you to feel this."

Paul had a glove made of mink and when he touched her body she smiled and told him how nice it felt. Paul told her: "Went I touch your body parts it will make you feel so good Dhea. But I'm worried your slut will come out and we will have to stop the tender love and touching and make you cum to relieve your nastiness."




Training Ch. 25



She said: "I agree but I'd really love to try it Sir.'

Paul said: "Also in the beginning you will be blindfolded and secured with these straps as usual when we work to relieve your need. When you are blindfolded I will use the glove at first and then the toys and when you are ready I'll remove the cover on your eyes and I'll make you cum over and over again. It will remove your slut side and then we'll make love. But your body will be wild and hot and ready to fuck like never before. Do you understand?"

She said she did and he took her in his arms and kissed her long and hard. He told her to sit. Dhea sat on the chair and saw that it had a hole in the seat and the machine was under the hole. Paul explained that the toys were attached to the machine and then inserted into her vagina. Different toys made different feelings in side her. He could keep her sitting or lay her down and the machine would work on her clit and hole and she would cum hard.

Dhea told Paul she understood and sat don on the chair. Paul knelt and secured her legs to the chair. With the straps around her ankles he spread her thighs wide and secured her legs above the knees. Then he took each arm and lifted them over her head and secured her wrists with the straps above her head. She was ready. 

Paul put the blindfold over Rhea's face and covered her eyes. Then he whispered in her ear: "I'm also going to cover your ears my little lovely slut so you can't hear anything either. Paul put the ear covers over her ears and stood back looking at her.

"God she is so beautiful." he said to himself as he took in her body. Legs spread wide, her pussy showing pink and wet, and her arms over her head lifting her breasts up with those nipples so hard Dhea would have made a dead man hard. Paul knew he could do anything he wanted to her now. She was completely at his mercy.

Paul put on the glove and ran it as slow as he could over the top of her chest. He could see she took a deep breath and her tits rose up with her intake of air. She moaned when he ran the glove over her breast and nipple. Then the other one and Dhea said: "Oh Sir!!! The feeling is starting already! My slut feeling is rising! You may have to make me cum."

Paul smiled as he listened to Dhea tell him she was hot and worked up fro the five minutes he was touching her with the glove. He hadn't even run it down her thighs and between them. He worked on her slow and easy touching her body. Running his hand over her belly and down over her pelvis and back up to her breasts. Dhea moaned over and over as the glove teased and tormented her. But Dhea loved how it felt. 

Paul bent down and kissed her breasts moving his tongue around her right nipple and then the left one. When she felt his mouth on her tit Dhea pushed up trying to get the entire nipple into his mouth. He took it and sucked. 

Dhea sighed and said: "Oh god! Oh Sir that feeling is coming back and it's so hard for me to not let it take over my body. Oh God suck Sir, Please suck them for me! It feels so good."

Paul was using the glove running it down her stomach and down her pelvis. Slow and gently he stroked her body with the soft glove making her shake with pleasure. He could see the effect on her from the way her breasts rose and fell and how very hard her nipples had become. 

As he used the glove to run it over her thighs and then down between them the fur touched her upper most tights. Then she felt it rub lightly across her pussy for the first time. Dhea cried out saying: "SIR! OH GOD SIR!!"

He gently rubbed her cunt directly now with the glove. "It's here, it's here SIR!!! That whore feeling has returned. OH GOD I can't stop it from happening! Help me Sir, make me cum and get rid of it. Please!! Make me cm Sir", Dhea cried out

Hs didn't answer her but kept his mouth moving as he licked Dhea's perfect tits some more. The glove never stopped touching her and now I was completely between her open thighs rubbing and stroking them as well as her wet hot cut. He could see her outer lips puffy and open and wet. 

As Paul rubbed the glove over her delicate clit and around d her pelvis he began to lick down her body as he used the remote to begin to lowered her back using the chair as a bed now. She pulled against the straps as she pushed her chest up at him each time she felt his breath on her tits then her belly and then further down around the top of her pussy slit. "Ohhhhh God! OH God! It feels so good. Please, please, please Sir, make me cum Sir." she moaned.

When he had her laying back, Paul took a nipple in his mouth making her moan with pleasure. As he did he let the glove go and took his fingers and pushed them into her pussy hole. She was almost dripping!! He began to finger fuck her slowly.

He moved his mouth to her heat and rubbed his face over her cunt. She was burning up. He licked her pussy slowly and gently making her lower body arch up and begin to hump it into him.

Paul took the toy attached to the machine and adjusted it so the tip was at her opening. He moved the head of the toy into her hole and Dhea's cried out: "I need fucking so badly Sir!!! Please fuck me make me cum! Get my slut feeling out of me. MAKE ME CUM PLEASE!"

Paul turned on the machine and the toy began to move into her body. Dhea tried to open her legs wider. Paul watched as her pussy lips were slowly spread open and the toy entered Dhea's pussy tunnel. It was time. 

Paul slowly turned the remote up to the first digit. As the toy began to move in and out of Dhea's cunt, she sighed with joy as she began to be fucked by the 10 inch vibrator attached to the machine.

It moved in and out, in and out of her pussy. Paul smiled when he saw Dhea's beautiful face looked so relieved as he turned the machine up to two, then three, and finally four. The toy pumped and pumped and pumped faster and faster and faster into his slave's open cunt hole.

Faster and faster he made it move. It was hard and long and fucked her like no human cock could do. It was really pumping into Dhea's body now. A good 6 inches was moving in and out of her pussy and she was moaning and rolling her head from side to side and crying out telling Paul how wonderful it felt. Then he saw her arch her back and try to lift her pelvis up off the chair. 

The leg straps held her and she could only strain and lift a little. He turned the machine up to five and Dhea screamed as nth machine went faster still and she climaxed on it. Her juices ran out around the shaft of the toy and coated her cunt and her inner thighs. And still Paul let the machine keep going! 

Again and again Dhea cried out as she came again and then came again. He smiled as he slowed the toy down until it was slowly moving in and out of her pussy on the first setting! "So good!" she moaned as he kissed her on the lips and turned off the machine after a few minutes.

When she finally recovered Paul took off the blindfold and removed the ear covers. He smiled down at her and asked: "Is it gone baby? Had the whore left your body?"

She smiled and told him: Yes Sir. It's gone my love. Thank you."

He kissed her again and moved over her now. He told her the had 5 more toys he would use on her over the next five days but right now he was going to make love to her for being such a good servant. 

Paul untied the straps and picked her up in his arms he carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on his bed. He kissed her and she wrapped her arms around his neck and he moved over her. Dhea spread her thighs wide allowing him to lie between them. She reached under his body and took his very hard cock and guided it to her wet cum dripping hoe. She said: "Make love to me Sir."

Paul said: "Yes baby I am going to do just that and now you can call me Paul."

She guided his cock head to her open pussy and he slowly entered her. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his body. Paul began to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her. The love making lasted long into the night and when they had both cum they held each other and slowly fell asleep.



Training Ch. 26



Sorry for the delay but now that summer is over I can get back to the stories 

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Bobby lay in his bed resting and thinking back at what had transpired last night with the four of them. His lover and neighbor Bonnie, her new lover James and his mother Jane were with him and involved in a four way non stop sex party late into the night. 

As Bobby remembered back he was amazed and stunned at the sex he had with the two women as well as the sex he had witnessed with James and the same two women. Bobby had never been involved in this type of group sex or participated in a double penetration before, but last night he had been involved in both. 

His mom and her next door neighbor and her best friend Bonnie were lovers themselves, and had been for years now. But, until just recently Bobby didn't know about their love affair. Ever since college they had been having sex with each other and included many different men over the years. 

Actually the two women used each other to relieve their sexual needs when there were no men involved in their lives. Now in their late 30s and both MILF, Bobby loved the idea of them making love to each other as well as adding him in their love making.

Bonnie had trained Bobby to be a good lover and she made him great at oral sex. It was actually a request from his mom so she could have this young guy at her beck and call. When it started Bobby was a virgin and knew nothing about pleasing a woman except what he read or heard from the other guys. But, Bonnie had trained him well and now she and Jane were two of his three lovers. 

The other woman involved in his sex life was an Asian woman named Dhea, who was younger than the other two ladies. Bobby was now seeing each of them once ever three or four weeks.

After last night Bobby realized that Jane was much more aggressive and had a secret sexual need he never knew existed in her. Jane had hid this need, and this lust from him so as to not embarrass herself or have Bobby think she was a real slut. Deep inside his mom was really over sexed, what some would call a true nymphomaniac if there ever was one. When she got into the sex and let herself go, Jane was truly a female fucking machine.

Last night Bobby watched her drain his cock and another guy's cock and then she fucked the10 inch vibrator that Bonnie worked in and out of her pussy for a long time. His mom went wild all three times. But when Bobby was told to fuck her ass while James fucked her pussy, none of them could have believed how his mom could use her body and worked the two dicks inside her. 

Now that Bobby had seen the real Jane in action, she knew she was free to give her body fully to him now, Jane could just let herself go and enjoy all that Bobby could offer her. He was young and trained well and had a sensational recovery time in getting his young hard cock to grow again. His mouth was heavenly and Jane could orgasm over and over again when he licked and sucked her pussy and ass but his cock was what she really needed.

Last night Bobby had fucked her first. Jane could get him hard again, time after time with her mouth or her luscious big tits. Bobby loved her big breasts and really enjoyed sucking and playing with them. Rubbing his cock between them always made his cock jump with excitement. 

He also loved to have her sit on his face and let him lick her as she rocked on his mouth. The smell and taste of her pussy was like a drug to him. With her Bobby's cock grew hard enough to get inside her cunt and from there her body worked it until he was super hard again. Usually Bobby could cum three or four times before he was drained. Jane would smile and say: "Youth! I love a young man so much! Every woman should have at least one but two would be better." 

Bobby now knew what Jane was really like when she let go and he knew that she was a lustful beautiful sexual animal. Once started up, Jane was more of whore than he ever could believe. She was now his whore for his pleasure. While he shared his cock and his skills with the other two women during the month he loved that he was living with Jane and taking her often. 

Bobby loved all three women but he lived with his mother and Jane could use him as he used them all for his sexual needs. But he loved more Jane and wanted to please her as much as he could while she went wild on his body giving him everything she had and not hold anything back any more. 

He would fill her with cum as much as he could make and know that she would love every second of it. When she needed more than him he would bring in James and his bigger cock as well as Bonnie to work her body again.

Again Bobby laid there thinking back to the sex that he witness and enjoyed last night. He couldn't get the image of the two women and James out of his head. 

It all started with him watching Bonnie riding his cock as Jane sat on his face having her pussy licked. Then all of a sudden Jane was taken off his mouth and laid down so James could fuck her right next to him.

Bobby could see how much Jane loved being rammed and fucked by James' bigger cock. He loved watching Jane go wild lifting and thrusting and fucking this new man back as they moved together. 

As Bonnie fucked him slowly, Bobby watched Jane being fucked and it was mind blowing! Thrust for thrust ram for ram Jane had taken on James and was giving him back what he was giving her. They both went at it a long time until finally they both climaxed. 

Then Jane yelled for Bobby to fill her cunt with his cock, she needed more. She fucked Bobby like he had never felt. She lifted him up, ramming her pussy into him and yelling for Bobby to fuck her harder, faster, deeper. The way she moved tonight was so much different than any other time Bobby had fucked her. Jane used every muscle in her body to please her young lover. Bobby held on to his mother's ass as he drove his dick into her body. She went wild on him. They fucked until both of them had cum too. As Jane fucked Bobby to another orgasm, Bonnie had sucked James back hard again.

Once Bobby had pumped his load into his mother's pussy Jane yelled for James to fill her again. This time she rode him moaning about how good his big dick felt in her pussy. Bonnie knew Jane would want it again. When Bobby was hard again he watched as his mother was being fucked by James. While Jane rode the cock James was working it up inside her cum as deep as he could go filling cunt hole. 

Bonnie sucked Bobby hard again. It was then that James offered her ass to Bobby. Bobby looked and saw James pulling her down on top of him and used his hands to grab Jane's ass cheeks and open them. Bobby's mother began moaning for Bobby to shove his dick in her ass and give it to her. 

Bobby watched as this man used his big cock to make Jane use her body, moving and doing things with it Bobby had never seen her do before. He never ever dreamed she could do the wild sexual and nasty things she was doing with James as they fucked. So lustful and nasty and erotic, Bobby loved watching and then he was being told to get involved in it.

Bobby heard her yell again: "Take my ass Bobby. Double me sweetie. I want to feel both of your cocks. Do it Bobby, I want it. Fuck my ass Bobby"

Bobby would never forget how Jane went wild as he pushed his cock into her ass and fucked her from behind as she lay on top of James who was fucking her pussy. He couldn't get the image of her lust out of his brain as she lifted her ass up and offered him her other hole. 

As James filled her pussy like she hadn't been filled since college, Bobby pushed into her until he too was fully embedded inside her ass hole. Then she went to work fucking them both like she was crazy. Her body moved like she had done this a thousand times before. 

Bobby realized Jane was so much wilder than she had ever been before. She knew exactly how to take both men and fucked them and soon she had them both cumming and she still wanted more.

He would never forget as the night went on how Jane sucked his and James' cock again as they both took her for the third time. But Jane was still not satisfied. She had drained both men and still wanted and needed more sex. Jane needed to be fucked more!! 

It was then that Bonnie took Jane's body with the vibrating toy. As the two men held her Bonnie used the big toy on her best friend's pussy and turned the toy up fully. Jane was fucked by a 10 inch vibrator for a long time by Bonnie as the men held her arms tightly and watched the toy disappear over and over again fully impaling Bobby's mom cunt. Jane screamed began to orgasm, cumming and cumming and cumming as she screamed and screamed as the climax filled her body. 

Bobby had never witnessed any woman doing this before. It was then that Jane arched her back, lifted her ass and hips up off the bed and hung in the air crying out! It seemed to last for hours but in reality it was a few minutes and then Jane collapsed on the bed, panting and panting as they all finally took a break.

Later Jane explained to Bobby how her body reacted once she was worked up enough to just let herself go. The sex with James and his big cock after she had been licked by Bobby had set her off. Once she was like that she went wild and couldn't get enough until her body gave out. She told Bobby, if her body wouldn't give out she would keep on fucking until she passed out. She told him about her college days and the time she fucked for three hours straight with something in her cunt or ass or mouth or all three.

She told Bobby all about the sex she had in college and how she took on man after man after man and still needed more. She had actually passed out more than once in college after using and drained a record seven men. 

It was then that the vibrator was used on her by Bonnie. Yes, Bonnie and she had been in the same college. Bonnie knew how she was and helped her when she became like the whore she was last night. She told Bobby that she and Bonnie had been lovers ever since college. Bobby would never forget what she told him or what he saw her do. From now on nothing was off limits between them.

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It was now Monday and as Bobby walked to Dhea's house to spend the week with her, he wondered if Dhea could become lustful and act like a whore, just like his mother had been last night. He smiled thinking how sexual she would look going wild like Jane had done with a cock in each of her tiny holes. Maybe he could get Dhea involved with the others one night to test her needs.

Dhea was his Asian lover and the youngest of the three women he was now fucking. She was also the most beautiful of the three. Her small body made fucking her a sweet task and Bobby loved doing it with her. Her little oriental pussy would grab his cock shaft and hang on to it as he pumped hard into her. She loved to suck and be sucked and Bobby was sure she would be a great addition to the group he was with last night.

When he arrived at Dhea's home she met him at the front door. He was a little shocked when she opened the door fully nude with a man named Paul standing with her. Dhea was dressed in only the leather collar around her neck. As he looked her and then at Paul, Bobby saw him holding the end of the chain that was attached to the collar. Then Paul told Dhea: "Greet your young man properly Dhea."

Bobby stood there and watched as Dhea knelt in front of him and unzipped his slacks. She took out his cock and immediately began to suck it as Paul watched her and instructed her. She licked Bobby's cock up and down and around and under Bobby's balls as she worked her hands to get his slacks down and off his feet. 

As Bobby lifted his feet she removed his slacks and now fully nude from the belly down Bobby stood there watching her beautiful face looking up at him as she sucked. His cock began to get harder and harder. 

Dhea licked and sucked her young lover's cock as Bobby watched. Paul was undressed and offered his cock to Dhea's mouth too. Bobby now knew Paul was big, very big. Dhea went from one cock to the other sucking and licking. Her spit ran down her chin and dripped on her perky tits. Bobby could see her dark nipples had hardened and were long and hard.

Bobby saw Paul's big cock bobbing up and down and Bobby knew Paul would make a good lover too for his mother when she needed more than one or two men could provide. He watched as Dhea moved her mouth off his cock and began to suck Paul's cock. But her hand squeezed and stroked his cock never stopping.

Kneeling in front of both of them Dhea moved her mouth from one cock head to the other as her hands worked both shafts. Her tongue licked and ran around the two heads of the hard dicks pointing at her and then touched. She tried to such both into her mouth at the same time, but they were just too big for her small mouth! Once Bobby was very hard Paul told her to stop. She did immediately. Paul told her to take Bobby by his hard cock and walk to the sofa and sit. 

The two men sat on each side of her. Dhea immediately took each cock in her hands and began to slowly stroke them. 

As she did Paul introduced himself to Bobby. She, Bobby, and Paul sat and list as Paul told Bobby how Dhea had become his subordinate sex slave and only if he told her to do it would she continue to have sex with Bobby. As Paul talked Bobby listened to him describe what Dhea could now do and would love to continue to do with him and in a MWM three-way. 

As Paul talked, Bobby smiled a little thinking of the sex he had last night. Bobby was sure that Dhea as well as Paul would be a great addition to the group. He decided to invite them both into the foursome making it a six person fuck fest. 

As Dhea stroked their cocks Bobby explained what happened last night and how they needed them both to join. Paul told Bobby he loved the idea and Dhea would be happy to come too. She had no choice any more. She did what he told her to do. She just kept stroking their cocks. 

It was then that Paul told Bobby to enjoy himself and use Dhea's body anyway he would like. Bobby began to play with Dhea's cunt as she bent over and took his cock head into her mouth again. She began to suck and lick it as Paul watched and coached.

When Bobby looked over he could see that Paul's cock was a good three or maybe four inches longer than his own. But they were about the same in thickness. Dhea didn't say a word but just stayed bent over sucking Bobby's cock. Finally Paul moved her to her knees in front of him and she went from one cock to the other sucking them both again. Back and forth she worked her lips and tongue on their dicks. 

As Paul and Bobby talked Paul agreed to join the group. He told Bobby that Dhea would be with him to offer her body to whoever wanted her. Bobby told Paul he could have any or all of the women there and use them as the night went on. But, he told Paul that the first fuck would be Jane his mother. Paul agreed since he saw Jane before and knew she was a hot MILF.

Bobby was thinking how great it would be to have Dhea there too to provide sex to everyone. He would be able to have any of the three women or all of them. He would also be able to watch any of these women being fucked. He loved that idea. He loved to watch Bonnie or Jane being taken by James and his big cock. He was sure Paul would be just as much fun to watch. Plus Dhea would be a fantastic fuck for any of the men.

Bobby wondered how Paul's cock would look fucking someone. Tonight he would find out because he was sure he would see Dhea being fucked by it. 

Dhea took Bobby's cock way back into her mouth and sucked it as the head touched the back of her throat. Bobby threw his head back and moaned with a new pleasure. She had never done that before. Paul must have taught her to take a cock down her throat. She held it in her throat for a few seconds before moving so she could take a breath. Bobby just sat there and watched as she did it again and again.

Paul moved off the sofa and knelt behind her. Bobby saw his big dick swinging back and forth as he moved into position. He held his cock out so the head touched her wet pussy. He moved it up and down her wet cunt slit and then pushed it into her hole. As he pushed into her hole, Paul felt Dhea's moans vibrating around his cock. He watched as she pushed back hard taking all of Paul's big dick up into her sweet young pussy. The feeling of her moans stimulated his cock shaft more and more. 

Paul was going to fuck her right there in front of Bobby. He loved the idea. As Bobby watched Paul entered Dhea's pussy and push deeper into her tunnel, Dhea sucked Bobby's cock harder. They all heard her moan. Paul talked while he fucked her telling Bobby: "I understand about Jane son. She is like most women once they get to a certain point they all become whores and want and need to fuck. They need it more and more. They go wild and become much more lustful. But, from what I understand about her, she is exceptional and her need for satisfaction s even higher than most."

Bobby told him more and more about how she went crazy the other night. Paul held Dhea's hips now and began to pound her as he moved in and out of her pussy, Dhea held Bobby's cock and sucked and sucked and stroked and stroked it. Bobby was super hard and very close to cumming. He could hardly talk as she sucked him so good.

Finally Paul pulled out of Dhea's hole and told her to stand up. Bobby could see the juices coating her outer pussy lips. Her hole was still open and he watched her as Paul said: "Ride him for me baby. Let me watch as you make him cum."

Dhea moved up to Bobby and pushed him back on to the sofa. She climbed up and immediately straddled his thighs. As she did she lowered her hot throbbing pussy down over his super hard on. Gripping the shaft and pushing down on it she stretched the skin around his cock head making his cock as long and as hard as it got. Then she smiled down at him as she slowly put the swollen head at the opening of her cunt and settled down on his cock. 

Bobby could feel her wet cunt move down over every inch of his hard on. Slowly so deliciously slowly, Dhea moved her pussy down, down, down over his shaft. She moved like a soft mild breeze over his body until he was now fully up inside her body. She sat on his balls and began to ride him. First it was back and forth rocking her ass and pelvis on his body as she moved her pussy squeezing his shaft inside her and pleasing him.

"How is it Bobby? She has become very good at that now don't you think", Paul asked as he watched Dhea's body moving on her young lover.

"Oh God yes. It feels so good", Bobby said.

Dhea smiled at him and then turned and smiled at Paul. "He is so hard now Sir. Should I let him cum in side me", Dhea sort of moaned the words.

Paul said: "Yes, make him cum deep inside your body baby. Take his cock as deep as you can get it. Milk it and get his cum, all of it, in your hole. Once he is done move off quickly and lay back with your legs up over your head like you do when I fuck you", Paul demanded.

Dhea began to bounce up and down on Bobby's cock now faster and harder. She rode him hard and worked him and worked him. Bobby watched her body and felt it moving as he held her hips and helped her fuck him. Then as he arched up she smiled down at him and said: "Yes baby! Yes. Cum in me. Mate with me. Fill me Bobby. Fill me with your cum. It feels so good when your cum pumps into me. Do it Bobby cum in me", she told him.

Dhea sounded so demanding and very sexual as she talked to him. Bobby couldn't hold back and as he lifted them both up off the sofa with his thighs and pelvis he thrust up into her shoving his prick as deep as he could get it. Dhea locked her pussy tunnel around his shaft and squeeze it and milked it taking all of his cock and cum. 




Training Ch. 26



When he was done she immediately rolled off and laid back and lifted her legs over her head. She lay like that for a while as the men watched her. Then Paul moved to her and held her legs up higher keeping the majority of Bobby's cum deep inside her cunt. He used his fingers and took the cum which had leaked out of her pussy and fed it to her. "Dhea just loves the taste of cum now Bobby, see how she gladly opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue", he smiled as he talked to Bob. 

Then Paul lifted her thighs higher still and pushed his cock into her cunt. Still holding her legs up over her head he began to fuck her. As he did her he talked to Bobby about the group and what they liked.

Bobby told him about Bonnie and James, and then he talked about Jane. He told Paul about her need that night when she took on two guys and then had to be satisfied more with a 10 inch vibrator by Bonnie. Bobby told Paul that the two women were lovers and had been for a long time.

Paul was very good at fucking and Dhea was moaning and rolling her head from side to side as he pumped a way. Still no where near ready to cum, Paul just kept thrusting his cock into her small but perfect body. He kept her legs over her body with a foot resting on each shoulder.

As he fucked Dhea he talked to Bobby informing him about the chair he had in the basement and how he had drove Dhea wild with the toys attached to it. He suggested that the next time Jane needed a good fucking Bobby should bring her over to his house and they could use the chair on her. 

It had been a good twenty minutes that Paul had been fucking Dhea. Bobby watched his big hard cock pumping into her small pussy. He watched as Paul pulled all the way out and slapped her cunt with his hard shaft. Then he positioned the head back at her hole which hadn't closed back up completely. Paul pushed his cock into her hole as Bobby watched Dhea take his entire dick into her body. Paul smiled down at her and touched her cheek telling her: "You are such a good little slut. You love my long hard dick moving deep into your pussy don't you baby?"

Dhea only moaned and sighed and cried out from time to time when she climaxed on his dick. Paul continued to fuck her slowly but very deep. Bobby asked: "When you are done can you show me the chair? I think maybe Jane would love to try it. She really was hot and in great sexual need the other night. A machine that just kept going would really give her the fucking she needs and deserve."

Paul smiled and said: "Oh it will do that to her that's for sure. She will cum like never before. I mean just ask Dhea. She got to use it and now can't live without it and my cock of course."

Bobby smiled as he watched his Asian lover cumming again. God how he loved the way she lifted her ass up off the sofa and arched her back and humped and humped and humped her pussy on Paul's thick cock. She cried out and thrust her pelvis up taking every inch of Paul's cock. You could hear the sort of sucking sound made as Dhea squeezed her cunt around Paul's dick just like she did to Bobby's cock when he was fucking her. She hung in the air and grinded her cunt on his cock rubbing her clit and climaxing on his dick!

Then when she fell back on the sofa Paul slowly pulled out of her pussy and turned towards Bobby. Bobby couldn't help but look down at his wet cum dripping cock still hard and throbbing as Paul bent down and put his shorts back on. Then he said: "Come on Bobby I'll show you the chair. Let her rest a little and then we'll get her on the chair so you can see for yourself how it works and satisfies a woman, or a man."

The two men walked down the steps and into the basement. Bobby saw the examining table and the chair. There was a whole in the center of the seat like a toilet seat. But under the seat was a sort of wheel with a set of five different toys attached to it. You could rotate the wheel to utilize any of the toys. Paul began to explain to Bobby what each toy was and how it was used on a woman. Then he turned and said: "This chair fits men or women. With a man of course he must like his ass fucked or pleased by these toys. I also have a few different 'flashlights' which men can use or have used on them to masturbate into. Have you ever seen one of these?"

He held up the flashlight toy and showed Bobby how it would work. Bobby had not seen any of these but was amazed at how it felt when he put his cock into one of them. He could imagine how it would feel to cum inside one of them when he was alone and had none of his three lovers to cum in.

Paul showed Bobby each toy and what it did to a woman's pussy or ass or both. Some were gentle and soft and felt like a light touch of a feather or small brush. Others were long and thick dildos or vibrators. Some were double headed and could be inserted in both holes of a woman at the same time. 

Paul showed Bobby that there were straps which held arms and legs and kept them open and spread and in some cases separated to the maximum. Then Paul pressed a button and the chair back lowered and the chair now became more of a table with a hole where the insertion would continue. With the table back the woman would lay back and the operator could do things to her breasts or clit while she was being stimulated below.

It gave the operator all the flexibility to use any or all of the toys and still be able to watch and play with her body with his hands or tittie fuck her or offer her his cock to suck on. The other thing which was great with the chair was the woman could use it by herself. She could use any of the toys and sit or lay back and let the machine move the toy to accomplish the task of satisfying her sexual needs. 

It was a great chair and Bobby felt Jane would get great use out of it when she needed it without the need for more than him with her. No other man would be needed, nor would Bonnie. Bobby could see Jane and him in their basement using this machine when he couldn't get it up any longer. He liked that idea. No other men would fuck his favorite lover his mother. And no other men would have to be involved in the mating of her. She wouldn't need Bonnie either.

The more Bobby was thinking about it the more Bobby liked the idea. Perhaps it would be a good idea for Jane to come over during the week with Dhea and the four of them could introduce Jane to the chair and Paul. Just as Bobby was about to ask Paul if he could bring Jane over, Dhea came down the stairs, fully nude and smiling. She smelled wonderful. Dhea had showered and cleaned herself and was wearing a great perfume.

Paul asked: "Would you like to see how it works with a real person using it Bobby?"

Bobby told him:" "Yes". 

Paul instructed Dhea to sit in the chair. She did it immediately. . Paul strapped her feet and arms to the chair. With her legs opened a little Paul knelt and spread her thighs wide and strapped them into position. He explained how the straps worked and how they secure and held her body open completely for the toys.

"Once you fuck Dhea or the woman who would use the chair Bobby, you strap her in the chair and secure her for the fucking of her life", Paul told him.

Bobby watched as Paul moved the wheel around and positioned a soft sort of artist brush with a small thin dildo under it. Paul explained: "The brush moves back and forth Bobby. It brushes over her clit hood. If you pull the hood back with your fingers it strokes the clit directly. But feel how soft it is."

Bobby touched it and shook his head saying: "Yes, very soft."

"While the brush strokes her clit, the dildo is thin but moved in and out of her pussy hole. It is about 5 inches long and moves in and out of her about 4 of these 5 inches. You can turn the speed for each to different speeds", Paul explained.

Bobby looked at Dhea's wonderful sexy body held in position and smiled at her. Have you tried this toy yet Dhea", he asked?

Dhea told him: "Yes, I have tried all the toys, Bt this is one of my favorites Bobby. The brush is divine."

Paul asked her if she was ready and said: "When you are free of your daemons baby let me know. I will not turn off the machine until I know for sure your inner slut is gone from your body."

Bobby watched as Paul turned on the brush first. He saw it move slowly back and forth across her clit hood. It was just hard enough to make her feel the pressure against her clit under the hood. Bobby saw the smile on her face as she felt it move left to right and then right to left. Back and forth back and forth, it moved in a steady rhythm He watched as Paul used his fingers to pull the hood back exposing her little round clit ball. Dhea moaned when the brush touched her wet hard clit directly! Bobby's cock was getting hard again.

Then Paul released her clit hood and turned on the thin dildo. It began to move in and out of Dhea's pussy. Up and down, deeper and deeper it moved as it started to fuck her. Paul turned up the speed on both. Bobby saw Dhea's hips begin to fuck the toys back. She had her eyes closed and just kept saying: "Yes!! Oh yes!! God yes!"

When Dhea climaxed Paul stopped the machine and replaced the thin dildo with a larger one. He said: "You can have then thin, thick or king size Bobby! It's always good for the woman to use the think one first to get her use to it. But in the end she will want the big thick long toy. And later on when she becomes accustom to it more, you can use a vibrator instead of a dildo. That will dive her wild. I mean 10 inches deep inside her cunt vibrating as the brush runs over her clit. It drives Dhea crazy!"

Bobby watched as Paul positioned the new dildo in her pussy about half way. He turned on that part of the toy and they both watched the toy disappear inside Dhea's hole. As she adjusted to the size Paul turned back on the brush. Dhea came in seconds but Paul left the machine run. 

Over and over again the brushed stroked her clit while the toy fucked her hole. Dhea moaned, then screamed, then yelled as she climaxed again and again. Finally she cried out that the evil had gone. Paul slowed the machine stopping the brush. He let the toy dildo running slowly and kept it going until he saw Dhea open her eyes. Then he turned it off, 

Her hips and pelvis and cunt were all covered with her wetness. She had cum like no one man could ever have made her do. Bobby's cock was throbbing. Paul saw him adjusting it in his shorts. He told Bobby: "Let her suck it for you Bobby. She loves to do that after she has cum so much. Or, if you like we can move her to the table and fuck her."

Bobby moved to the side of Dhea's head and offered her his cock. He felt her pussy might be too sensitive after the machine had fucked her so hard and long. She opened her mouth immediately and sucked it.

After a few minutes Paul came over and told Bobby: "Let's put her on the table, my cock needs some help too. They undid the straps and helped her up. She willingly walked with their help to the table and then Dhea lay down and back on the top. Paul told Bobby: Why don't you fuck her first while she sucks my dick."

Bobby smiled, he really did want to fuck her rather than have her suck his cock. The table was set up to position her just right. Her ass was at the end of the table. It rested on a soft thick type of mattress. Then he moved to her and Dhea spread her thighs wide. As he moved into her, she wrapped her legs around him and he pushed his cock all the way into her body. 

As Bobby began to fuck her Paul offered her his big cock. Dhea opened her mouth and took the head as deep as she could get it. As Bobby fucked her she sucked Paul's cock. Each thrust of Bobby's cock pushed her head and mouth and she took another inch of Paul's cock. It was wonderful for all three of them.

Later when the men had both cum they showered and talked more about Jane and the group. Bobby told him he would let Paul know when the next group would meet. Bobby let that night and spent the rest of the week with his mother. Paul would continue to train Dhea and soon she would be his whore and work for him. As beautiful as she was he knew she would bring him many dollars and months of pleasure.

Paul couldn't wait to fuck Jane and Bonnie. He wondered how Jane would want him and his sex chair. Of course he would keep Bobby involved but he would slowly remove the other lovers. Paul was planning to take Jane as his full time lover and give Dhea to Bobby before it all was over.