4 comments/ 199269 views/ 25 favorites Flat Tire By: Amyfriend I don't know why I took the shortcut on this deserted country road, except it does cut off about 7 miles from the journey and avoids going through the town. But here I was pulled off to the very side of the road on a hot and humid summer's night with a flat tire, a cellular phone that doesn't work and I'm rapidly losing the light of day. I dug thru' the trunk for the tire wrench and pulled out the spare tire which also didn't appear too healthy. Thank god my stepdad had taught me years ago to have a length of pipe for the wrench to make life easier getting those nuts off. I had the jack sat on a nice flat piece of wood and used it just after I had loosened all of the wheel nuts. Things were looking good I thought as I pulled off the wheel and quickly pushed on the spare, but it didn't feel right, I think it was a bit soft too. Once I let down the jack I could see that it was almost as flat as the other one and that there was a gash in the side of the tire. Damn, I wondered what I should do now as the darkness surrounded me. I was still bent over the wheel when these headlights speeded towards me and I remember wishing that it would have been nice to have all that light 5 or 10 minutes ago. The old van stopped and pulled over to the side and the driver emerged. "Hey Missy, gotta problem." The driver said in what sounded like a Caribbean drawl. "I have a flat tire, and the spare is flat too." I told him. "Oh my goodness, and we miles and miles from an open garage, they would all be closed at this time of night anyway. But we could fix it at the farm Missy, we have repair kits and compressors." He said in a very jolly tone of voice. "That would be fantastic, I would certainly pay you." I told him and he picked up the old wheel and rolled it towards his van. "You better come with us, it's not safe to be out here alone now that it's dark, there are packs of wild dogs around and goodness knows what else." The driver said so I thought it was a good idea and grabbed my purse then locked up the car. I was sat between the talkative older driver and his mostly silent younger male passenger. It seemed like we had been driving for about 5 minutes when we drove up this very long laneway, then around the back of this huge metal shed which we entered thru' a big doorway into the brightly lit workshop area. They both jumped out of the Van and I shuffled out slowly and happened to look in the side mirror at my dirty face, dirty sweaty tanktop and I figured that I was just plain filthy. "You looks quite a sight, Missy. Glad I didn't see you in the light before, maybe I would have gone right on by, ha ha ha. Maybe you needs to go up to the house and clean yourself up. David here will take you and I will try to fix your tire." He chuckled. "Well thank you." I said as I followed David, who was also a colored guy, up towards the house. We entered thru' the kitchen and I said hello to two people sat at the kitchen table then continued following David down the hallway to the bathroom. He smiled for the first time then held the door open and ushered me inside then I silently closed the door and locked it before I heard him go down the hallway. I looked in the mirror and I was a filthy sight, my skirt and tanktop were very dusty but my face, arms and hands looked like I had been in a coal mine. I whipped off my tanktop and skirt then shook them softly. I picked up the little piece of soap and lathered up my hands. After a quick wash of my face and arms I was beginning to feel much better. I ran a wet hand over my breasts to remove any dust then I turned for the towel. There was no towel. I looked up and down the walls, under the sink and in the drawers, nope no towel. I thought that maybe they are around the bathtub so I opened the shower curtain and got the shock of my life. Oh yes there was a towel, but also a guy taking a bath and snoozing in the tub. I was very startled and so was he when I made a grab for the towel. I pulled the shower curtain closed and stepped back. I was still in shock as I quickly dried myself and then he started to laugh really loudly before he mumbled in a thick Jamaican accent. "That the first time my dream ever came true." I jumped into my skirt and was pulling the tanktop over my head when the shower curtain was pulled back swiftly and this naked black guy appeared. He didn't seem at all bothered about showing off himself or his hardware and tapped me on the bum as he sped past me and thru' the door, laughing as he went. It all happened so quickly that I was left just shaking my head and wondering if it did really happen I thought as I quickly combed my hair and applied a little makeup. Suddenly the bathroom door swung open and the same black bath boy was stood there in his shorts. "I just wanna tell you lady, you has a fine, fine beautiful body and I was delighted that you chose to wake me in the tub, ha ha. Now what can I do for you?" He said as he proudly lowered the front of his shorts and displayed his big black penis. "Well the first thing you can do is put that away." I said as I tried to remain calm when he got really close to me and put his hand over my bum. "I can give you what girls dream of and long for." He said softly as his hand rubbed over my bottom cheeks. "Stop it, stop it now." I said as I grabbed my purse but he backed up and stood in the doorway. "You can have it the easy way or you can have it the hard way, but Missy you are going to have it one of those ways. Why not just relax and enjoy, there is no point in suffering lots of bruises, do you understand?" He said as he lowered the front of his shorts again and stroked his big black cock. Moments later I heard the familiar voice of the van driver and as I called out for him to help me, my purse was snatched from my hands. The bathroom door opened slowly and the van driver was stood there. "Ahh I see you met Timothy my eldest son." He said as the purse was handed to him, then he opened it and plucked out my car keys. "Well Missy, the good news is that your tire is fixed and I am taking David to put the wheel back on and bring your car back over here and then we will fix your spare." He told me as if nothing else had happened. "I need to go with you, right now, I need to go to my car." I said firmly. "Well Missy, you don't wanna get dirty again, it is no problem, we just bring car here for you and check it over, make sure nothing else wrong before you continue your journey." He told me but I insisted on leaving with him. "Now there Missy, you did promise to pay us." He said and I told him that that was no problem and just to give me my handbag. "But you don't know what we want." He answered. "Just tell me how much and I'll pay it." I told him frantically. "But we don't want any money Missy, me and my boys just want some personal time with you. That's what we really want and then we see you on your way safely. Nobody want to hurt you at all, Missy. But you must be hungry and thirsty too after your ordeal so come along we feed you too." He said softly. It seemed like a good opportunity to at least get out of the bathroom so I followed him into the kitchen where a place was set at the table and I was asked to sit down. "This is ridiculous, you are holding me against my will." I told them as a tear streamed down my face. One of the young men quickly came close and dabbed at my cheek to dry the tear and placed a cup of tea near my hand, the other brought a small plate with what turned out to be a very tasty salad. "Don't worry Missy, I tell you for sure that we don't want to hurt you, we are very clean and gentlepeople. We want you to go away very happy, we don't want trouble. But I think by now you know what we want, and you are such a pretty young woman." The van driver said. "You mean you all want to rape me." I yelled and screamed out loudly. "No, we don't look at it like that Missy. I be back very soon, try to be calm." He said and then he left. I looked around me and wondered if I dare make a run for it but Timothy was at the door, the other two young men were not far from the table and hadn't said a word. I really didn't fancy my chances of getting very far at all without suffering some kind of physical trauma. But this brief lull was giving me time to think of my options, which weren't accounting to too much, I had no idea how I could overpower 5 men. If I didn't cooperate I was afraid of the consequences, if I did cooperate then I was afraid what might happen to me afterwards. I had visions of being killed and buried in some field and the car taken apart or destroyed beyond recognition. Well I thought, I had had a 3 some once and I didn't know the other guy until he had arrived with my ex-boyfriend so what was the difference I thought, well hmm just 3 more guys. Timothy was now stood behind me and gently rubbing my shoulders. "Relax Missy, everything will be fine, don't think about trying to escape or you may get hurt in the process. I'm sure at your age you have had lots of sex and we are not animals. If you relax you will enjoy and then before you know it, you will be on your way. Maybe this is the fantasy that you always dreamed about, but I promise you Missy that if you cooperate then no one will hurt you. You will walk out of here without a mark and totally satisfied, so just relax and get used to the idea that it is going to happen. But come with me now, I want to talk to you." He said softly as he took my hand and led me down the hall and into a bedroom. There was just a very sturdy bed in the centre of the room with no headboard. "Come sit on the edge and we will talk." Timothy said as he continued to hold my hand. "Look Missy, its best if you just give in and participate in what we will be doing otherwise no one will be happy. The others will want to feel that you have done your best and that they have pleased you, or they will be upset and who knows they could get angry. I'm trying to tell you how best to approach this. Now lets have a serious discussion, there must be sexual things that you have dreamed about doing but that is all it was a dream. Now is the time to tell me and I can make sure it happens for you, it is important that we please your every need. Have you ever had a black man?" He asked. I was reluctant to play his game and answer but then I thought the better of it and told him that I had. "Yes, a teacher in college." "Have you ever had 2 men at the same time?" He asked and I nodded and told him that I had once when a previous boyfriend had talked me into doing that. "Did it go well?" He asked and I told him that it wasn't too bad. "Have you dreamt about having more than 2 men, or having several black men at the same time?" He asked and I started to softly sob and then I was ashamed as I nodded that I had. "No need to cry or to be ashamed Missy, many girls have same type of dream. But tonight yours will be fulfilled. What would you like several black men to do to you?" He asked and I was too afraid to answer until he put his arm around me and sat close then whispered things in my ear. He asked if I wanted their black cocks in every orifice I had got and to be covered in lots of cum and I nodded slowly. "Have you had a black cock in your mouth before?" He asked and I nodded that I had. "Did you mind when he cum if it went in your mouth?" He asked and I shook my head. "Well look Missy, I think we will get along just fine. Just take your panties off and lay back and don't worry I won't do anything right now that you don't want me to do, okay." He said as his hand reached around and softly stroked my breasts until the nipples became fully erect. I didn't think I really had a great deal of choice, it was either I take them off or they may be torn off later in anger so I complied and eased them off. I laid back and he kind of lay beside me and ran his hand up and down my leg slowly up to my thigh. Then he slowly parted my legs and ran his hand over my inner thigh. "You are very beautiful and I want to be very gentle with you." He said as he kissed me softly on the forehead and his hand ran over my pubic area slowly, just very slightly parting my lips. His thick finger ran down between my lips and picked up some moisture before it ran upwards again and around my clit. He repeated this many times and there is no doubt that I was becoming more and more relaxed. "Can I remove your skirt and top now please, Missy?" He asked and I willingly undid my skirt while he gently lifted my tanktop over my head. Moments later his shorts fell to the floor and he climbed over me in a 69 position with his thick hard black cock waving in my face. I opened my legs wider and lifted my knees as his mouth went down over my genitals. I was beginning to forget that this was some weird type of gentle rape as his tongue parted my lips and danced over my clit. My bum was lifting involuntary up and down off the bed as it felt better and better. Don't ask me why but I had to get my hands around this huge black cock that was swinging in my face and then lick the tip. I cupped his cockhead in my mouth and cringed in enjoyment as his tongue worked wonders as it darted in and out of my vagina and then in big sweeps up and down between my lips and over my clit. My bottom was hovering off the bed as I tried to meet his mouth with my clit and then his tongue went faster and faster. It was wonderful and I was so close that I sucked hard on his cockhead and then panted briefly as I had my first orgasm. "Do you want to feel me inside you now, Missy?" He asked and I told I did, very much so. He quickly turned around and positioned himself with his cockhead between my wet lips and then slowly pushed. I lifted my bum and thrusted towards him and he gave me more and more of his black cock. He leaned forward until his face was over mine and our mouths were mere inches apart then his thick lips came down over mine and he pushed in and out of me faster and faster. I could hear his sighs as the corners of his lips let out the sighs and little wisps of air blew onto my cheeks. He was very close to cummin I knew and I thrusted upwards and squeezed my vagina as he made the last few final thrusts and then he exploded inside of me which quickly led to my second orgasm. "Oh my goodness Missy, you are truly wonderful." He said softly as his fingers gripped my bottom cheeks and he slowed his thrusts inside of me and then withdrew. He stood in front of me and his big wet black cock just glistened in the light as it swung from side to side. "Was that so bad, Missy? He asked and I smiled and shook my head. "We will be very gentle with you, Missy, don't worry. But please stay here and lay on your tummy until I return." He said as he pulled a thin sheet over me. Moments later he returned with some washcloths/towels and the other two black guys that were in the kitchen, Timothy introduced them as Matthew and Luke. They stood in the corner and stripped off their few clothes then turned naked towards me as if asking for some kind of approval of their above average hardware. Timothy removed the sheet slowly, then they gathered beside the bed and then both of them gently stroked me all over while Timothy concentrated on my arse. He rubbed some oil into my anus and started to finger my bum slowly while he softly wiped my wet pussy and coaxed my clit to attention. "Now Missy, can you kneel up across the bed and Matthew will come in behind you and Luke in front." Tim asked and I willingly complied. Timothy lay on the bed underneath me but he was laying full length and I was kneeling on all fours across the bed. I could feel Timothy's hands on my clit and breasts, Matthew's cockhead was rubbing around my anus and Luke's cockhead was rubbing around the lips of my mouth. Suddenly I could feel my anus being expanded outward as Matthew's cock started to slowly push inside me and Luke's cock was already deep in my mouth. It seemed like they both started to push at the same time, one up my arse and the other into my mouth and I was panting and sighing loudly because Tim's fingers were working wonders on my genitals, then they all seemed to slow down. "Move around very slowly and come overtop of me Missy and let's fit this hard black cock of mine in your pussy again. Go slow, don't lose the boys cocks from your mouth and arse." He said as we all moved very slowly and I climbed over Timothy as if I was going to ride him. I put my hand underneath me to guide his big cock into my now tight wet pussy and then everyone started to move again. It was an incredible feeling as I felt 3 black cocks pounding inside me somewhere and I couldn't holdback, I orgasmed and orgasmed and practically lost my mind as I sucked harder and harder on Luke's cock until this great glob of cum shot into my mouth. Then more and more, filling my already full mouth and overflowing thru' my lips. Matthew was cummin in my arse, I could feel the hot lava flow and Timothy was almost ready to cum in my pussy and just mere seconds later he did. Everyone was cummin, pushing, sighing, and moaning, including myself. Just then the door opened slowly and the Van driver along with David walked into the room. "It seem like everything going really fine here. Glad to see that you are doing good too Missy, we will go and wash up." The van driver said with a chuckle when he saw me smile. I was allowed to stand after everyone had removed his cock from my orifices and Matthew went to wash right away. Tim put the thin sheet around my shoulders and turned me towards him. "Is everything okay Missy, nobody hurt you did they?" he asked and I shook my head and smiled. "Well Missy come to the kitchen and rest now a while, and we talk, then you can have the bathroom to yourself." We sat at the kitchen table as I pulled the sheet around me and Timothy made me a tea. "I hope you are pleased so far and assured that no one wants to hurt you Missy." He said as he handed me the cup of tea. "Well yes, I guess so Tim, but this is all rather strange." I said as everyone now appeared together in the kitchen and all wearing shorts. Matthew, Luke and David were not very talkative but they were sure smiling as the Van driver who introduced himself as the father of all 4 men and called himself Jacob said that the night was still young for young people but not for him. Jacob led me to the bathroom and then gave me a clean towel and a new bar of soap then told me that I would not be disturbed while I freshened myself up. I let a tap run and sat on the toilet while I had finished farting and squelching cum from where ever. I reviewed the situation and thought that I was on the right track in staying in one piece and should continue trying to stay calm and cooperate. I figured that if I gained their trust then an opening would probably appear and I maybe able to escape, but it would have to be a solid opportunity because I knew there would only be one chance. I washed and dried and then put the sheet around me and went back to the kitchen. "I hope you are starting to feel differently about us now Missy. Your car is fixed and it is in the workshop ready for morning if you choose to leave at that time. You will not be harmed in anyway, so best thing is to cooperate and enjoy what we have to offer. Look at this as an opportunity of a lifetime, something you will always remember and cherish. Something that you don't have to tell anyone about if you don't want to and it can stay in your dreams as your secret, but now it is close to my bedtime Missy and I need you to help me sleep." Jacob said as he stroked my hair and shoulders then took my hand and led me to the second room down the hall. It was an exceptionally clean full sized bedroom with a double bed; he stood by a dresser then removed his shorts. He stood naked in front of me then eased the sheet from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Flat Tire My husband and I had been happily married for five years, and for the most part there were few complaints on my part. We had undergone various obstacles in the past both financially and emotionally, but we had always come out of them stronger than when we went in. We had started out with our own fevered flare in the bedroom, complete with our imaginations running wild with toys and costumes that empowered us sexually. He and I even had our own language in the bedroom. When I said "Is that all you got, little man?" I actually meant "You're doing great. Don't stop!" and when he said "Ohhh you're a dirty whore!" he really meant "I'm coming". It was all very cute. I had let myself turn into a disaster zone and I saw the effects of my neglect every morning before showers and when I stepped into a bathing suit. It wasn't the 10 pounds I put on after our son was born ,or left on depending on whose side your on. It was my cooter. Our son had been a big boy at birth tipping the scales at a whopping 13 pounds 2 ounces. I was appalled to learn that he didn't want to go, he seemed to hold on till the bitter end. He was responsible for what I call the big meaty beef curtains. Our obstetrician had mentioned that he might be a "tight squeeze". It was an understatement of mammoth proportions. He was a monster. The beginning of my pregnancy had begun with little worries and there were only a few trips to A&W at 3 in the morning for my husband. We were Ozzie and Harriet during the first 4 months. I tell him what Mr. Spock thought and he'd tell me what Bill Cosby's Fatherhood was all about. We stayed up late coming up with names for our son like Randolph or Chester, but we never could come up with anything we both liked. Not until we saw IT. At 7 months I was huge and doctors had told me more than once that I was having quintuplets. This was not the case, although it might have something to do with our choice when naming the child. I thought of myself as Dom Delouise or Violet from the Willy Wonka movie. And it didn't stop there. My feet had gone from being red and sore to yellow and cracked. My breasts had become beached whales on my chest and I felt like Greenpeace with every breath. Just before the birth I was admitted to the hospital, not for labour pains or my water breaking but for my safety and those around me. I had already broken my kankle in an unfortunate accident involving a shopping cart and a troop of girl scouts. There were no fatalities unless you count a folding table and the 48 boxes of thin mints. I don't remember the actual delivery. I wasn't allowed an epidural on account of the interaction with the anti inflammatory I was on. The doctor had told me the wouldn't be a need for a cesarean because I had the perfect hip bones for a breeder (doctors words not mine). I swear to this day he was trying to punish me for having a baby, but I still haven't compiled enough evidence to get a lawyer. But I do remember one thing during the birthing process. I remember blowing a tire at 110 km an hour on the highway, or at least that is what it sounded like when my son was born. After that I seriously thought about getting my tubes tied but settled later on birth control. My husband and I waited 3 months after the birth to start up the sexual revolution. We started slow at first. Foreplay had become our niche. I was getting better and better as weeks went on at the art of fellatio. I'd start sucking the head of his penis while working the shaft with my own saliva lube. He loved the way I spun my hand around on the top of his head and came down in a backwards hand job and then switched on the next stroke. I got a shudder out of him every time. I'd suck his nipples till the were as painful as mine. I'd pull his balls gingerly into my mouth and swirl them around working his shaft faster and faster until I could feel his dick tense. I'd release my grip and kiss him hard on the lips and wait for his willy to cool down and repeat the process till I was sure he couldn't take it any longer. I waited till just the right moment while working his shaft so I could gag on him while he coated my throat. He had no complaints for my technique and praised my hand job routine endlessly. Now, while my husband was of an above average length and girth he had ceased to bring me to orgasm with penetration since the pregnancy. While he could get my motor running with nipple play and finger action, his cock had no effect. I had tried while alone with Randy (my dilly) but had only seen the slightest tinge of the purple colour, feet tingling ,heart in my ears waves of orgasm I used to have. They were more like a mosquito hitting a bug zapper. I had begun at this point to voice my frustration at the lack of ecstasy I was feeling and was promised a night of pure attention to my bruised and battered baby maker. He promised that he would do all he could with his fingers, mouth and even offered to take control of Randy until I had a release comparable to pre-baby sex. All this was promised if he could be allowed to dress up in a new outfit and have me play the part of a new character he had come up with. The character and outfit he had chosen would be announced after cunnilingus was preformed and satisfactory results were achieved. After hearing this I agreed completely and wondered what kinky scenario we would be acting out. The night we had agreed upon, he had begun by running me a bath with essential oils infusing the air. The bath was a perfect mixture of heat and bubbles and allowed my body to de-stress. The lights were low in the bed room when I emerged warm and wanting. The sheets had been replaced by a thick fake bear fur blanket and my vibe, lube and a night mask had a spot beside were I was to lay. He took the time when I laid down to put the night mask around my eyes blocking out the candle lit world. He began to knead the knots from my back and massage my neck and head until I was complete putty. He had me flip onto my back and continued the massage with my feet and continued up my legs. I was hot and flushed and completely wet down there when his hand touched my inner thigh. I felt my womanhood awaken at the mere tickle close to pussy. He began to slowly push and drag his knuckle up through my fevered snatch, taking painstaking time circling my clit around and around until my breath was hot with anticipation. While his fingers were stroking me in concentric circles, his hot breath was felt on my thighs and lips of my pussy. He began darting his finger just inside me while sucking my lips with excruciating slowness. I felt the first wave of orgasm start as his tongue flicked hard over my clit. I uttered a sharp enthusiastic "oh" at this and knew this was the first of many unintelligible comments on how I would be feeling. He began a slow lapping at the entrance of me and worked me into a frenzy of audible exclamations. He pushed his thumb into me hard while flicking his snake-like tongue over my clit. He sloshed in and out of me with his thumb while his other hand reached up to circle my nipple on my right breast that was already hot and hard. I felt bolts of electricity from my breasts to my pussy engulf me in raging torrents. He switched his thumb for my vibe and pushed hard into me while never leaving my clit out of reach of his tongue. I was unaware of the guttural noises coming from my mouth and didn't care, I was wasn't myself anymore. He quickened his pace with Randy and had pulled both breasts together with his other hand, wrenching them with his strong hand, multiplying the electricity between my hot mound and the rest of me. Between the vibe and his mouth the was little room for more inside me. He was thrusting into me working my wet pussy into a foamy lather that he promptly lapped up. I was coming but there was so much more to feel. He turned the vibe on low and I felt quake in me that didn't let up and I didn't want it to. The vibe was sending rivers of euphoria through every nerve ending in my body. And the rhythm of his thrusts were beating inside me coaxing a flow of juices out of me and down my crack to the fur under my ass. He let go of my breasts to push my legs up from the back of my knee. He pushed my ass off the fur and began licking my hole with his winding tongue throwing me into a dirty lustful wanting for something to enter me back there. He let go of my legs just long enough to douse the flames of my horny ass with lube. He lifted my ass off the bed and propped me up on his bent knees and resumed thrusting into me with Randy and was poking the head of his piston on my hungry ass. I wanted his cock in my ass not knowing what it would feel like. I didn't care what it felt like I wanted everything he had. I wanted to get stuffed and have every hole adding to my already compounding orgasm. He was pushing into me hard with his cock while ravaging my pussy with my usually docile vibrator. I was screaming at the top of my lungs for something he had, something more I wanted, and he knew exactly what it was. He pushed his cock harder and I felt him enter me slightly and I wanted more, I was coming harder than I had ever thought possible feeling myself gush with liquid all around the jack hammering he was doing. My legs instinctively rose in the air in anticipation for his hot cock to bottom out in my ass. He thrust deep into my ass and I gasped and shuddered at the intense orgasm that was obviously peaking. I was squeezing my breasts hard and relishing in the sweet pain they were sending. He began bucking into my ass hard now and matching the lightening speed of the dildo in my pussy. I was gasping at the unbearable pleasure I was receiving from this royal treatment. I could feel the aching in my breasts and pussy, the raw painful pleasure produced with every thrust into my ass. I was unable to comprehend where each one of these wonderful feelings was from, but I loved them all. I felt his cock rise slightly and knew he was going to come, feeling this sent me away from my body and for a minute or two all of me was having an orgasm. When I returned he had spasmed in me and was laying next to me rubbing the vibrator over my nipples. He remarked at how languid I was while I was coming. It was almost incoherent but I soon realized who I was and how excellent my journey with him had been. He said he was going to go wash and went to the bathroom to change into his new costume. I laid there unable to move and left the blind fold on and was almost asleep when he returned. I heard the bathroom door open a minute later and was horrified at what I heard. "Mommy will you take my temperature?" he said in a high child like voice. I sat up with a start and ripped the night mask off with a snap. And there standing before me was my 42 year old husband adorned with a diaper and a bonnet. He had a soother around his neck and a rather large looking plastic thermometer. My son Quentin and I live alone now and occasionally Randy makes a trip out of the nightstand beside the bed. I think I need to get Randy someone else to play with. After all, I do have two hands. Flat Tire Girl I woke up in an unfamiliar room the soft skin of a woman pressed against my back. The scent of sweat and seminal fluid assailed my nostrils, a ray of sunshine peaked through the mini-blinds warming my abdomen. Groggy, it took me a second to recall the events of last night. I had fucked my best friend's mom. She was the woman spooning me this morning. Ms. P was an attractive middle-aged woman. The first thing any man noticed about her was the flaming red hair that hung just past her shoulders contrasted with alabaster skin. Her body was dotted with freckles something that has always been a turn on for me. She was tall and thin with small, perky breasts. Her cunt was silky smooth with a cute patch of fur just above her clit, something that had tickled my nose for over an hour last night, while I licked my come from her succulent folds. What would the daylight bring? Werewolves return to human form with the setting of the moon. Or do they? Overwhelmed with regret, Ms. P might unravel at the thought of her midnight deeds. I wanted to slip out of bed without arousing her. I wanted to leave the house, so she could put herself back together—alone, but I was on the wrong side of the bed. I needed to crawl over her to make an escape. My full bladder pushed blood into my cock, making it harder and heavier than normal. Stirring, her hand moved from my chest to my stomach swirling the dust particles along the sunbeam. "Mmm," she whispered in my ear, as her hand slid further down. "What do we have here?" "It hurts Ms. P," I whined softly. "Let mommy help you," she purred and I turned to face her, magnified light heated the small of my back. Ms. P's blue eyes gazed into mine our noses almost touching. Her breath smelled slightly of mint. "When," I wondered and swallowed the lump in my throat as her lips melted into my mouth. Our tongue's tender dance ignited sparks along my spine. Ms. P broke our embrace and nibbled her way to my groin. Her teeth biting down on the tip of my penis forced me to stifle the need to urinate. She looked up at me with a devilish grin, my cock partway in her mouth, and shook her head; "No, no, no," she chided the vibration of her voice teasing through my shaft, "Mommy's baby better hold it." I could feel her hand massaging more wetness into her cunt; satisfied, Ms. P snaked her way back up my torso and straddled my aching boner in the process. Poised at her dripping entrance, we made eye contact once more—she then rubbed my tip back and forth along her slit before plopping down on my swollen member in one swift motion. She teased my chin with her nipples while clasping her pussy daring me to pee. "Uh, this is so good," Ms. P hissed and she began slowly grinding my erection. Her cervix bore down on my mushroom each time she rocked her hips backward; as her speed increased, the pain became excruciating, but so did the pleasure. "Quit torturing me," I whimpered, "I have to pee." "Not until I'm done fucking you," Ms. P groaned her fingernails digging into my chest. Her creamy, white skin began slapping harder against my stinging flesh. Using my cock like a toy, she bucked faster squeezing her cunt tight with each backstroke. I wanted to come but the weight on my bladder kept everything pent up. The closer she got to orgasm, the more frenzied her actions, until, finally, she sat up and started frigging her clit. "So good, so good. God, Yes!" she shrieked between clenched teeth. As her pleasure subsided, Ms. P plopped off my still throbbing boner. "I'm done," she sighed. Annoyed and a little frustrated at being used, I let the pee flow in a golden arc across the bed. When I finished, the sheets were soaked and the pain of my erection gone. Too horrified to do anything, my friend's mom just lay there with a panicked expression. "I'm done too," I laughed. "I, I, I never...you asshole," she said and punched me in the arm. "Ow," I squealed, "that makes us even." "Not until you change the sheets," then maybe I'll forgive you. "Fine," I replied. Ms. P tumbled out of bed and headed for the shower. I stripped the bed and carried the sheets to the washing machine. When I was done loading and starting it, I checked the dryer for my clothes from the other day. I retrieved these and headed back to clean up. On the way, I bumped into my friend. "Hey," I said acting nonchalant trying not to make an issue out of my nakedness. For the first time, I felt a little ashamed by what happened last night. "Hmm," Marc grunted and walked past me toward the kitchen without saying another word. "Damn," I thought to myself, "he's pissed at me." I didn't feel like seeing Ms. P yet, so I stepped into the guest bath and cleaned up. When I was dressed, I walked out the front door to avoid my friend and went around back to retrieve my bike, a classic Triumph I had rescued from a junk yard. It was late morning and I had plenty of time for a short ride before my afternoon date with Marc's sister Genie and her friend Jessica. The wind and the curves of the road are a great way to clear the mind. I had been riding for about twenty minutes when I passed a Honda Accord with a flat tire parked on the shoulder. A gorgeous young woman wearing a loose fitting blouse and miniskirt stared irritably at the car. I made a quick u-turn and cycled over to help. "Good morning," I said, as I pulled off my helmet. "Hi," the woman replied with a smile stretching across her pretty face, "I'm glad you stopped." "John Lovetree," I introduced myself and extended my hand. "Deborah," she said and accepted my hand in hers. Her fingernails were short and neatly manicured—the palm soft and delicate. I held her hand a bit longer than usual, as I studied her beautiful figure, my attraction growing with each passing second. "A twenty something college babe for sure," I thought to myself. She had long curly brown hair that hung to the middle of her back. Her breasts were, without doubt, a D-cup, and she wasn't wearing a bra; something, I'm sure, was out of the ordinary. They were so firm. She had just enough buttons undone on her blouse to make me keep looking. The rest of her body was equally stunning: firm stomach, round ass, shapely thighs, and those calf muscles—tight knots of pure joy accentuated by her high heels. "What seems to be the trouble, miss?" I asked. She looked down at the tire and said, "I had a little accident." "How about I give you a hand with that," I replied. "Normally, I'd change it myself, but I don't want to get messy," she stated while her eyes undressed me, "I have an interview in about thirty minutes." "Pop the trunk and I'll get to work," I ordered. She complied and moments later I was jacking up her car. Deborah came around to watch and it was hard to concentrate, as I snuck peeks at her long legs. "If she shifts just right, I'll get a nice panty shot," I hoped to myself. Damn it, if she didn't read my mind, because, as I busted the last lug nut, she parted her steel thighs—a sexy thong bunched up between her pussy lips greeted me. "You're such a sweetheart for helping me," she flirted. "My pleasure," I replied, "you live around here?" "Over in Meadow Ridge just down the road." "We're in the same neighborhood. Maybe, we'll bump into each other again." "I'd like that," she sighed starring at the bulge in my jeans. When I was done changing her tire, she hugged me and kissed my cheek. Her tits pressed into my chest and her sweet scent left me dizzy and speechless. "Let me give you my number," she said and fetched a pen and a scrap of paper from the car, "You should call me," and handed me an old receipt with her digits on it. "I will," I croaked past the lump in my throat that seemed to match the growing lump in my pants. She sidled into her car and started the engine. Before she pulled out, our eyes met and she blew me a kiss. I felt like the luckiest man alive. I watched her Honda disappear around the bend in the road before I jumped on my bike and tore out. I had experienced lust too many times to count in my short eighteen years, and, sure, thoughts of Deborah filled me with sexual desire, but there was also something more, a connection I had never felt. She had a kindred intelligence behind her green eyes—it was like we already knew each other...could this be love? I was determined to find out, but I wasn't going to let it stop me from satisfying all my fantasies. I was too young to stick with one gal. I looked at my watch and saw that it was near time for me to head over to Jessica's house. Ten minutes later, I pulled into the Lake View Estates subdivision. The houses in this neighborhood were a lot nicer than the one's in mine. Jessica's place was at the end of a cul-de-sac. There were no cars in the driveway and the garage door was open; I rode inside and parked my bike. I walked up to the door and turned the knob; normally, I'd knock but wanted to surprise the girls—maybe even catch them up to no good. Slowly, I crept into the kitchen, went through the dining room, and into the den. Not finding anything, I decided to try upstairs. The first room obviously belonged to the brother, as it was filled with all sorts of GI Joe paraphernalia. The room further down and on the other side of the hall was probably Jessica's. At the end of the corridor were a set of double doors—the master bedroom perhaps? I began tiptoeing toward the next room, when I heard a giggle and the word, "Careful." I quickened my pace and found the second room empty. It was filled with posters of Cory Haime and Madonna—must belong to Jessica. Then, I heard a squeal followed by, "too much, too much." They had to be in the master bedroom. I ran quietly to the closed double doors and pressed my ear against the cold wood. "Hmm, that's perfect," I heard, then turned the knob in one quick motion and pushed through the entrance. In front of me was a king size bed and two naked girls. Jessica, a blond cheerleader type, was lithe with small breasts and a round bubble butt, which I had a perfect view of at that moment. She was hunched over Genie's pussy, working it with a vibrator. "Good morning," I said, as I closed the door. Both girls jumped with surprise. "What!" Jessica yelped. "Hey!" Genie protested, "Don't stop." "But," Jessica started to answer. "He's the guy I was telling you about. Wait until you see his cock," she said with a lascivious grin. Genie was my best friend's younger sister and a senior in high school. Her beauty was taken from her dad's genes, as she looked nothing like her mother. Genie was short and voluptuous. Her ample breasts matched her thick hips. Her golden tan contrasted nicely with Jessica's alabaster skin. She had brown hair cut Paige boy style. "Why don't you get more comfortable," Genie commanded, the vibrator still up her hairy cunt and buzzing away at medium speed. I undressed in a flash and jumped on the bed my boner leading the way. "Wow, it is nice," Jessica said salivating over my eight inch manhood. "I told you," Genie replied with a sigh, "It's so thick." And I began pushing the toy further into her pussy. "Much bigger than Ian's," the blond added, as she rolled over next to her friend and spread her legs. "Who's Ian?" I asked scanning Jessica's bald pussy. "Her boyfriend," Genie grunted, as I increased the speed of the vibrator to maximum. "Ex-boyfriend," Jessica chided while watching my cock bob up and down. I then began leisurely massaging her clit. I pushed Genie's legs behind her head giving me access to her tiny, pink asshole. She bucked her hips when my tongue made contact. "Is he licking your asshole?" Jessica asked. "Oh, God," Genie said between a sigh and a giggle; her friend sat up to get a better view. "Damn, that's hot!" Jessica exclaimed, "He's French kissing your butt," and slid a second finger up her cunt. "It feels so," Genie paused, "fucking good," and she started coming. "Ooh!!!" I kept the pressure on through her orgasm and when she finished, I rolled over onto my back. "Girls, I could use a little help," I said. Jessica was the first to reach over and touch my cock. Her fingers were coated in pussy juice and she rubbed it into my velvet skin. "Suck it," Genie coaxed. Tentatively, her friend tasted the tip of my dick. She giggled and said, "It's salty," then slipped it deep into her mouth. While she methodically bobbed up and down on my cock, Genie crawled behind Jessica and began playing with her friend's juiced up snatch. Before long, the blond girl began to moan and the vibrating hum on my erection caused me to fuck her mouth in earnest. Sensing that I might be near orgasm, she let my dick plop out of her mouth with a resounding pop. The girls began kissing and fondling each other while I lay back watching. After a couple of minutes of making out, Jessica broke their embrace and turned to me with a devilish grin and said, "Would you lick my butt too?" "Love to," I replied and she quickly straddled my face. Delirious from the musky smell of her crotch, I began to flick my tongue against her inviting pink hole. "Wow, that is nice," she groaned and started working her clit with her middle finger. Genie, meanwhile, grasped my boner and kissed it. In moments, she was deep throating me like a pro. "Oh god, oh god that's so amazing," I grunted and Jessica protested, "Don't stop tonguing my asshole; I'm almost there." Not wanting to disappoint her, I pushed my tongue deep inside her nether hole. "Uh, uh, uh," she began barking like a poodle, "fuck it, fuck it, fuck it." As Jessica climaxed my seed erupted and filled Genie's mouth. When we were done coming, the blond rolled off of me and lay next to me in the bed breathless. My friend's sister looked up at me with semen leaking out the corner of her full lips and then she swallowed. "If you keep sucking it, I'll stay hard," I advised and both girls decided to test the theory. There's nothing like two girls giving you oral sex. While one of them licked my ass and balls, the other worked my mushroom like it was a lollipop. Soon, my flagging erection was back to full strength and I wanted to fuck these two randy vixens. As if on cue, Genie bounced around on all fours wagging her ass at me. I jumped behind her and pushed her head into the pillows, which raised her butt into perfect position. I grabbed my cock and rubbed it along the length of her dripping pussy while Jessica shifted around to get a better view. "Stop teasing her and do it," the blond said with anticipation. She got no arguments from me, but before I could do anything Genie slammed her ass back engulfing me with her pussy. Luckily, she was incredibly wet otherwise my large cock would have shredded her tight hole. "Oh fuck," Genie whimpered, as the head of my penis collided with her cervix. I held it all the way inside her and we both began to grind our hips. The subtle pressures of her clenching cunt inspired me to stab faster then faster until our skin was slapping together making the all too familiar sound of two people fucking like dogs. "Oy, oy, oy," Genie squealed as we pounded against each other. Jessica fingered her own pussy while watching the action Breathless, I leaned forward and grabbed Genie's boobs in both hands. She clenched and unclenched her pussy—I was in heaven—and she began to orgasm. "uhhhhhhhhg," she moaned. While I enjoyed her pulsing snatch, Jessica slipped behind me and began messaging my balls and tickling my anus. "Are you ready for me yet?" Jessica teased and I slowly pulled my cock from her friend's still quivering honey pot. Tired, I rolled over onto my back and said, "Climb aboard." "God I love fucking," Jessica said, as she covered my dick with her hairless pussy. These girls were tight. Every inch of my cock felt touched by her velvet glove, as she undulated on top of me. I just lay back and admired her young beauty. Her pointy tits were crinkled with arousal. She was going slow, mincing her clit against my lower abdomen. Her little button tickled my smooth flesh. I reached my hand around and massaged her butt cheeks, slowly pulling them apart. Before long, I snaked a finger into her second hole. I loved feeling my dick through the soft tissue separating her two openings. Genie, meanwhile, was working her snatch with the abandoned vibrator. "Help me," I said to her. Without removing the sex toy, she rolled behind us and observed my handy work. She began kissing the ring pressed around my finger and Jessica held perfectly still savoring the abundant sensations. "Why don't you put a finger in too," I asked? She did. Our fingers wrestled around inside Jessica's asshole and she loved it. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to fuck her in the ass. I rolled us over missionary and pounded into her like a wild horse. She was almost ready to come when I pulled out and pushed her ankles to her ears, making her butt vulnerable to my attack. I hacked a gob of spit into my hand and wiped her crack with it. And before she had time to say no, I forced my boner into her rump. Our skin smacked, and I pushed as hard as I could, trying to go farther inside her than was possible. "Oh my God," she whined, "It hurts so good!" I held still and she flicked her twat to tickle her clit. "Hand me that vibrator," I said. Genie plopped it out of her cunt. I teased Jessica with it before getting down to business. It took some doing, but I finally got it up inside her. The pressure on my cock was tremendous. Slowly, I began to saw in and out of her tiny rosebud. Anyone who has ever fucked an ass knows the subtle difference in pleasure that the sphincter brings to the party. Those puckered lips kissed the hilt of my dick with a beautiful intensity and when I turned the vibrator on—my mushroom absorbed the pulsing tastiness of the toy with each of my hard thrusts. Not only were the sensations delectable, but so was the sight of my member violating her bottom. The audacity of the sight made me shudder and shove harder into lithe teenage cheerleader. "Oh, God damn! God damn. I'm coming," Jessica squealed. To my surprise the girl's pussy started to leak ample juice. I yanked the toy out and a river of slick juice shot out. I bucked twice and shot rope, after gooey rope of seamen into her rectum. When we were both done, I rested on top of her for a couple of minutes, my dick still a buried treasure. "We better get cleaned up," Genie said, "Your parents will be home from the ball game any minute." I pulled out of Jessica and admired the thick jizz seeping from her ass. Genie squatted down to examine it too and we made eye contact. "Go ahead," I beckoned and, as if she had read my mind, Genie stooped down and licked her friend clean. "You are one nasty bitch," I paused, "And I love it." My best friend's sister smiled and smacked her lips. "You better believe it me bucko," she replied with a look of angelic innocence. I could have died happy. What a couple great pieces of ass these girls turned out to be. We tidied up quickly and when Jessica's family arrived, we were sitting in the living room nonchalantly eating chips and playing Monopoly. Her parents were a stunning couple in their late 30s. Fit. They were fit to fuck. I smiled when I introduced myself. "John Lovetree," I said as I took the father's hand. He tightened his grip like a vice and I met him with equal pressure. Our joints popped from the force and my smile turned wry. "If you only knew where my hand had just been buddy," I thought. "Ted Smith," her pop said, and we released one another. I turned to the mother and took her hand lightly, then raised it to my lips for a gentle kiss. "Delighted, Madame, to make your acquaintance," I said with an air of civility. She giggled and revealed her name: Maureen. "Damn," I thought, "I'd love to get into her pants too." Flat Tire Girl She was an exact but more mature replica of Jessica. Maureen, I could tell, was just beginning to sag in the most enchanting ways. Though she was in good shape, she was dropping in just the right places—in places that suggested a slutty use. I was getting horny again thinking about the possibilities. "Ok, little lord Fauntleroy;" I said to myself, "You better get out here." And I did. *** It was already late afternoon and the ride home was refreshing. It gave me time to think. In less than twenty-four hours I had fucked my best friend, his mom, and his sister. Not to mention his sister's friend. I was a very bad boy and it felt good. But I was worried. I very much wanted to continue my relationship with Marc and was afraid the sex had bunged it up. An ordinary person would quit while he was ahead. Just walk away. Hell, an ordinary person wouldn't have done what I done—maybe not even thunk it. I wasn't an ordinary person and decided that the only way to fix things was to escalate them. I pulled into my driveway satisfied that I had a plan, a vague plan, but a plan nonetheless. I was going to fuck the shit out of this summer. My Triumph roared to a stop and I swung my leg over the side to get off. Cheerfully, I swaggered into my house and headed toward my bedroom. I emptied my pockets and pulled a wrinkled receipt from my wallet. It had Deborah's, the flat tire girl, phone number written on the back. On a whim, I studied her purchases. Anal beads, butt plug, Astro-glide!?! These things were from a local sex shop. Could she be a woman after my own heart? I picked up the phone next to my bed and dialed Deborah's number. After three rings, I was prompted to leave a message. Yeah, I was going to fuck the shit out of this summer. Flat Tire "You are truly beautiful Missy, such a divine young body, but I knew that from the moment that I saw you. Please don't be afraid of old Jacob I will do whatever you want me to do for you. Do you mind if I touch you?" He asked softly and I said that he could. His hands gently cupped my breasts and his thumbs rolled back and forth over my nipples. I gently cupped his balls in my hand and stroked his cock from the base to the tip. "I would like you to lick and suck my pussy lips from behind, if you would, then take me from behind. When the others are finished with me I would like to sleep with you in your bed, I really do prefer older men." I said to him. "Well now Missy, that does sound good, why not we do 69 with me on bottom. Does that sound good to start and it is no problem, you are welcome to sleep in my bed." He said softly and I nodded my approval. "Jacob, I'm worried what will happen to me, come morning. Aren't you bothered that I may be expected to run to the police?" I asked timidly. "No, I'm not concerned. I think you will be so pleased that you may want to stay a little longer, but we will not force you." He said and he sounded very believable. He broke away from me and grabbed a towel then laid in the middle of the bed with two pillows under his head as he waited for me to climb over him, which I did. So there I was on my knees with my arse in the face of a 55-year-old Caribbean van driver. I was looking down on the blackest sweetest looking uncut cock I had ever seen in my life. His rosy red cockhead was inflamed and peeking well thru' the foreskin, it looked so delicate that I gently closed my lips around it and licked. Jacob was already running his tongue swiftly up and down between my lips and touching all the places that he should. Somehow he had dabbed his finger or thumb on his right hand in some superfine lubricant and was working his thumb in my bum. His left hand was held flat and was massaging my lips and clit while the thumb on that hand was rolling round the rim of my vagina and then suddenly it was in deep. But whatever he was doing it sure felt really good and I showed my appreciation by sinking my mouth over his entire cock. The feelings were starting to rapidly multiply and I was pushing my arse back and forth as he pushed his thumbs into me and massaged inside my vagina. Faster and faster he went and I had to stop sucking as the feelings were so intense but I kept his cock deep in my mouth and tried to breathe as I sighed loudly. "Oooooh, oooooh my god, that's so good, oooooh, keep going like that, oooooh." I cried softly and he did keep going and the feelings heightened even more. "Oooooh gee, keep going, oooooh, ooh, something is happening, oooooh I feel like I need to pee, oooooh don't stop, please don't stop. Oooooh my god, I don't know if I can take much more Jacob, it is so good oooooh god." I cried out loudly as I wildly moved my butt back and forth. "Just let it happen, relax, you won't pee, it just feels like that. Either way just give into your feelings and have a big orgasm Missy." He said as he panted loudly. "Oooooh, oooooh my god, if you insist but that's so damn good, oooooh yesss its wonderful, please keep going, oooooh, oooooh I think I'm really going to cummmmm." I cried as tears welled in my eyes. I kept stopping and starting my arse movements as I was on the brink of a huge orgasm and then it swept over me and I gave in. I felt instant relief as milky liquid from my pussy squirted out and plastered his face but he never missed a beat and just kept going. "Oooooh Jacob, oooooh Jacob, oooooh Jacob, my god what's happening I'm seeing stars, oooooh wow what a feeling." I cried. "Quickly lay on your back Missy." He said firmly and he was over me in a flash and his hard black cock was rammed inside as he thrusted deeply in and out. I squeezed down tightly on his black cock and then cried out as another wave of orgasms came over me just as he thrusted deeply for the very last time and pumped all his hot juices inside my vagina. "Oh my god Jacob that was utterly fantastic. Thank you sweetie, you are the best." I told him softly and cupped his cheeks in my hands then gave him a big kiss and kept squeezing my vagina muscles as he pushed in and out of me every few minutes. "I would love to have you again when you are ready sweetie." I told him. "It is a shame that the boys have to be pleasured tonight because I could spend all night with you Missy. But it is only fair now and poor David has had nothing yet." He said. "Yes that is so my sweet man, but I guess the quicker I lie down for them the quicker I can run to your bed." I told him. "Yes and that will give me time to build up reserves." He said as I slid out of bed and kissed him once more before I left for the kitchen with the sheet around my shoulders. "Your father wants me back in his bed, after you are all satisfied." I told them and they looked at each other and smiled. "Missy let me speak with you in the spare room please." Timothy said and I followed him slowly. "What is the matter, have I done something wrong?" I asked nervously. "No, no. I just wanted to go over a scenario with you and make sure that you will be comfortable. Will you be all right if we have the 4 of us in the room, one in your pussy, one in your mouth and one standing or kneeling on either side of you?" he asked. I said that would be fine but if anyone had anal in mind then I would be happy if they thoroughly washed immediately afterwards before putting it anywhere else. "I don't think anyone has anal in mind as they don't want to hurt you in anyway but I will tell them Missy. We are hoping that you may stay longer if it is possible. I think you will be pleased Missy we will go around one by one, once in the mouth and once in your pussy, but some may even masturbate onto your breasts will that be okay?" He asked and I nodded that it would be okay and told him that they could all cum anywhere on my body, if they wanted as I would really like that. "Anywhere, including face?" He asked and I nodded. "Are you happy to start now then Missy?" He asked and I told him that I should first wash again so he took me to the bathroom and had me stand in the shower then handed me a sponge and some soap. He came back moments later with a clean towel and said if I wanted he would have everyone wash me down, that way they could all be cleaned as well at the same time. I told him that it sounded like a great idea but I didn't want to spill all of their semen in the shower. "Well just a quick wipe then Missy." He said. I started the shower and delighted in rinsing my hair then David stepped in behind me then Luke in front. One washed my back and the other my front, whoever was in front of me I washed his cock and balls gently but I didn't overdo it. It should be noted that they were all rock hard and black as the ace of spades, but Timothy's was probably the biggest and fattest. Given another time I would willingly have knelt and sucked them all off as they all looked superb and glistened when lathered. But they had all been washed including myself so I rinsed off and then stepped out of the tub. David took my arm to steady me and quickly removed it when I got my balance. Someone took a towel and dried me from behind then someone dried my front. There were so many hands drying me that I was losing track of whose they were. It was time for the bedroom and time to satisfy 4 hungry young black cocks. I laid full length on the bed and opened my legs wide then raised my knees. Someone put a pillow under my bum to raise me off the bed; someone else put a pillow under my neck. Then all I could feel was 8 hands gently exploring every single part of my body and then I felt a cock at my mouth so I opened my lips wide and licked the tip. David was rubbing his cock around my pussy lips and over my clit. I had a cock on either side of me which I reached out for and slowly stroked them. Every hand in the room was busy doing something. David knelt and licked all over my pussy right down to my anus and then back up again until he reached my clit. He went faster and faster as he made me cringe and arch my back in delight. I could tell from his actions that it was really exciting him but I hoped that he could hold on a bit longer. Suddenly he sprung up and knelt over me as he masturbated himself for a few seconds then shot his cum onto my breasts. This motivated the others and the ones at either side of me were starting to spurt towards my face so I stroked and pumped their cocks faster. Timothy must have been just behind my head as I saw his big cock starting to shoot all over my face and breasts. It was a magnificent sight and I wish that I had had a mirror. I opened my mouth wide to catch some drops and moments later Tim's cockhead was between my lips as I lapped up the last few dribbles. David was wild with desire and entered me quickly then thrusted like a madman as he looked intensely at my face and breasts that were soaked in cum. He quickly stirred my emotions and brought me to a very nice orgasm as he pulled out and pumped his exploding cock onto my belly. Wow I thought this was simply incredible and fantastic because moments later I had another cock thrusting inside my pussy and another one in my mouth. I was totally losing track of where everyone was but what did it really matter anyway. These guys were great and that's all I could say as I always seemed to have my hands and mouth full of cock and one pounding inside of me. And so it went on, with not one of them cummin inside of me, all of them unloaded either on my face, breasts or belly. Timothy must have relayed the message of how I liked it on my body because this was really uncanny, either way I just loved the whole event. When they finally appeared to have had enough I had 8 hands rubbing cum all over every part of my body including all over my clit which they rubbed and massaged until I orgasmed again and again. It was truly a mind-boggling experience. "Now Missy, how do you feel?" One of them asked and I told them that I felt fantastic and that I would never ever forget this evening. "Shall we stop now Missy, so that you can go to Pappies bed and then later rest for the night?" Timothy asked and I said that we better as I would have to shower and present myself in better condition. They helped me up and walked me to the shower then set the shower running and each one of them washed me down carefully while I washed them and knelt before each one as I sucked them all off. While they dried me they all told me how pleased they were and hoped that I was happy enough to possibly stay longer or comeback again. I told them that I would see what the morning brought and trotted off to Jacob's bedroom. He was awake and smiled as I slid into bed beside him then his big arm went around me and he asked if I was happy. I smiled and told him that it was simply wonderful and unbelievable. His hand roamed all over me and excited me again and he was about to climb over me but I told him that I could do the honors and climbed overtop of him. His hard black cock was ready for action as I slowly took it all inside my vagina and then I slowly rode him while his hands continued roaming. "Oh Missy, you are so beautiful and so talented. I could stroke your body all night." He said as I squeezed my vagina tightly around his black cock and eased myself up and down. "Tell me when you want to cum, and I will make you. Then I will drain every drop from your hard black cock until it is as dry as the desert." I told him. "Missy, I think I could stand this all night." We did manage to hold off any eruptions for a good 10 minutes but the sight of me having an orgasm was just too much for him and he quickly climaxed. I laid forward with my head on his chest while he held and softly squeezed the cheeks of my bum then I think we must have both drifted off into a wonderful well-earned sleep. Next morning when I awoke, I was alone and it was very quiet as I swing my legs out of bed and gathered the sheet over my shoulders. I peeked in the kitchen but no one was there so I went to the spare bedroom and gathered my clothes, which had been neatly folded. I went to the bathroom and quickly showered, then dressed and went back to the kitchen where I thought I had seen my purse. I looked out of the windows and didn't see anyone so I quietly checked all the rooms, but they were all empty. I stepped outside and noticed my car at the side of the house; I walked around it and for some reason I was reluctant to open the car door but mainly for fear of being detected before I attempted my getaway. I looked all around but didn't see anybody so I gingerly opened the car door and I heard the dinging which meant the keys were in the ignition. My heart rate must have increased as I kind of froze; I wasn't expecting things to be going so easy. I turned the key and the engine fired up, I didn't even wait to buckle up but once I had put it into gear then all the car doors locked automatically. I started to shake a little as I fastened the seatbelt and nervously anticipated something going terribly wrong. I drove slowly down the long laneway trying desperately to stop myself hitting the pedal wildly and moments later I was turning left onto a sideroad. I had no idea which way I was going but I think my objective was to put distance between the farm and me. Then I came to a crossroad and I knew I was completely lost. I sat there with the doors locked and reached for a pen and paper then wrote down the information on the signs and drew a small map of which way I had come. I then decided to keep on driving the same way that I was going and at the next crossroad I stopped and wrote down the information. I even opened the windows and got out of the car then walked around, moments later a pickup truck approached from the other direction. I waved and the driver stopped. "I'm lost, can you tell me where I'm at?" I said with a blank stare then he laughed. "Well little lady you are really nowhere and if you keep going you will get somewhere, that's where all roads lead. But if you are looking for the town then take that sideroad that way and keep on going for 5 miles until you see a big red barn and a blue colored silo beside it, then make a left and keep going until you reach the town. It will take about 25 minutes and you should be there. Is everything all right, you seem a little flustered?" He said and I told him that I was just a little confused but thanked him sincerely. I drove slowly with the window partly down and reviewed my situation and all the things that had transpired, in a way I was thankful to be safe and once more travelling on my own. But I was also having very mixed feelings about going straight to the police and wondered what the outcome would be and what it may do to my reputation. I had no injuries, no bruises, no cuts or scrapes and no proof. I wasn't really harmed except maybe mentally and my clothes weren't torn. Was I forced, yes in one sense, maybe not in another? Did I willingly participate, yes in a way? If it got out what had happened then something like this would stay with me for the rest of my life and it would be like a dark cloud hanging over my name. Everyone would know my story and I would be the target of all kinds of jokes and sniggering behind my back. I knew I had to ask myself the question, did I mind what happened, did I like it and the answer was that I secretly did like it and didn't mind one bit what happened. Although I knew it was extremely risky and I could have been badly hurt or even killed. I tried to convince myself that it was a once in a lifetime event that I would cherish for the rest of my life. Being fucked by 5 black men was extremely exciting and very erotic by many girls' standards. But then I thought to myself, if it was so good then why on earth am I running away on such a beautiful sunny morning, couldn't I have stayed longer? Was one night enough to cherish for a lifetime? I pulled over while scratching my head, I was awfully confused so then I got out and walked around the car. I reached onto the front seat and picked up my chicken scrawled map then threw it back on the seat. I got back in the car and made a U-turn then started going back the way I had come, all the way back to farm. Hell you only live once.