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Kitty Tales: Yvette Pt. 1

By: kitty4bi



Yvette was and still is a hottie. She has long black hair — well over her shoulder. She has an olive complexion that accentuates her raven hair. She is a significant contrast to my blonde hair and fair complexion. We would never be mistaken for sisters. Kissing cousins, maybe.

Yvette is as tall as I am — around 5'8" — and with a similar build. At the time when the incident took place, she and I both only weighed about 100 lbs. Yeah, we were both very thin, with small tits, but with long legs and tight asses. Believe me, you'd have wanted to fuck us, especially together. 

Yvette and I were very close, but we had never had sex together. I had been playing with other girls for a number of years at the time and was well on my way to becoming a diehard bisexual. Not a lezzy, mind you. It's not that I don't like lezzies. Hell, I've had sex with lesbians. It's just that I like men almost as much as I like women. In fact, I've been called a tri-sexual. I'll try anything once, which I pretty much have done through the years.

Of course, Yvette knew that I fucked women and men, but she could not have cared less. Although she was a straight arrow when it came to sex, she never condemned me for being so sexually liberated — a euphemism for being a slut.

Believe me, I wanted to slide between her long, tapered legs and lick her pussy, and I tried a couple of times to seduce her. Finally, I did have a little luck at a sleepover at my house one night. I had invited a number of girls from school and work over for the night, and one of the girls brought some booze. I think it was Boones Farm or some other crap like that. Hey, when you aren't used to drinking, Mad Dog 20/20 would work.

All of us girls got tipsy and of course the conversations turned quickly to boys. You know the kind of stories: What have you done? Who have you done it with? How did it feel? How far will you go? 

Well the stories got wild as comparisons were made. Of course a little experimentation was in order. We did just a little kissing stuff, nothing dramatic. We had to practice doing our French kissing. (I wonder how many girls do that at slumber parties? I know we did.) 

Soon, my panties were getting wet and I was sure that the other girls could see it. Heck, see it? How about smell it? I had to excuse myself to change or face the future of being branded a lez.

I was fishing for another pair of panties when Yvette peeked into my bedroom. She was well on her way to being drunk and was unsteady on her feet. As she stepped into my bedroom, she tripped and knocked me to the floor. As I started to rise, I grabbed her leg for support. My hand naturally slid up her thigh to her panty-clad ass. 

I almost pulled my hand from her leg in fear of losing her friendship, but she didn't make a move when my hand touched her silk. I looked up at her for some reaction, but none was forthcoming. She just stood there with her eyes closed slightly swaying from side to side.

My face was now level with her pussy, and my hand was involuntarily massaging her firm ass. I took a chance and pressed my mouth to her mound, still covered by her panties. I smelled her pussy and tasted her wetness through her panties. To my surprise, she was also wet.

My fingers pulled the elastic of her panties to the side so that her swelling pussy lips were exposed to my mouth and tongue. I was just about to slide my tongue into her slit, when she pulled away from me. She giggled and was off down the hall. 

I fell to the floor from frustration. I was so close to licking her pussy. I even had a little pussy juice on my index finger from when I pulled her panties aside. I sucked that finger until my fingernail polish wore off.

I had to return to the party since I was the hostess, but I entered my living room with trepidation. I didn't know how Yvette would react. My reputation was on the line. Back then, that was important to me. Now, I couldn't give a fuck what people think of me.

My concerns were unwarranted. Yvette acted like nothing had happened. As soon as I entered the room, she grabbed a pillow and attacked me. Soon all of my party guests were wrestling around. There were a few quick peeks at exposed assess and pussies during the wrestling, but nothing happened that would be of carnal interest. 

I will tell you that I masturbated often thinking of that night and what could have happened. Little did I realize that my fantasy would eventually come true, but with a penalty attached. I guess the saying "be careful about what you wish for because you might get it" has some truth. At least it did for me.

Yvette was living with her boyfriend du jour. They had a small, two-bedroom apartment in a not-so-nice part of town. Her boyfriend, Darren, was a slime ball. He could only hold down odd jobs, and then not very long. He was always looking for ways to make an easy buck. This bad habit was the direct cause of the night from hell.

I didn't understand what Yvette saw in this dweeb. He was cute, but a thorough jackass. God knows I love her, but Yvette to this day has bad taste in men. If there is a rotten one in the barrel, Yvette will find him. Darren, the dweeb, was no exception.

Let me tell you how bad this man was. A few years after they split, Yvette told me a story about what he had done to her. It all started at a strip bar one night. That was not bad by itself. I like them, but that is another story to tell. 

Yvette didn't care for them much. She went along with it because dweeb boy wanted to go. Well, this strip bar had a real seedy reputation. You know the kind — way too close to a military base. Along with the strip bar, there was an upstairs with rooms. Couples could go into these rooms and fuck. Men would pay to watch through a glass window. I assume there were some glory holes, but I'm not sure. Yvette wouldn't know what a glory hole was anyway, so I doubt that she would notice.

She told me that she saw at least a dozen men crammed around the windows to watch him fuck her. It must have been something to see. Yvette is simply beautiful and her body is to die for. I can picture a dozen dicks pulled out and being stroked as Darren fucked Yvette.

Darren pushed her down on a scummy couch and lifted her skirt above her ass. He pulled her panties down her legs and pulled them apart. He stepped aside so that the men watching could get a good look at Yvette's pussy and ass.

Darren then pulled her around until they provided a sideways view for the peanut gallery. Darren pulled out his cock and jammed it into her without any foreplay. Yvette yelped at the invasion, but soon got wet enough so that the fucking was smooth and delightful. Being the exhibitionist that she is, I know Yvette got off on being watched while fucking. It's a huge turn on for her and me, for that matter.

Yvette said that Darren pulled his cock out of her pussy before he came and slid it into her mouth. She almost drowned from the cum Darren spurted. He was one horny bastard.

The next thing she remembered was Darren motioning to a couple of the men who had been jacking off while she was getting fucked. It looked like Darren wanted to make a deal with them to fuck her for a couple of bucks. She tried to get off the couch to avoid a gangbang, but Darren and two strangers quickly pinned her. 

The next thing she felt was a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy. While she was sucking on the unfamiliar cock, she looked up and there were four more men pulling on their cocks waiting for their turns with her. 

Of course, fucking her mouth and pussy was not enough. Some of the bastards had to fuck that sweet, tiny ass of hers. I'm sure that Darren charged them extra for that hole.

Now, I am the kind of girl who absolutely loves having her ass fucked. I have a real ass fetish. I love to lick anyone's asshole and having mine licked before it its fucked. I love the feel of a hard cock pushing against my rosebud and sliding into my ass, pushing past the sphincter and filling me to the brim. Heck, when I masturbate, I like to use two vibrators — one for my pussy and one for my ass. I love it when a guy slides a vibrator up my ass while he fucks my pussy.

Yvette also likes anal sex; at least that is what she has told me. But the thought of these jackasses dry fucking her ass pisses me off. That kind of fucking hurts like a son-of-a-bitch. 

Before they wore out, Yvette was given a real gangbang. They didn't slide in nice and slow to let her ass get accustomed to the intrusion. They just aimed their dick heads at her rosebud and pushed on through. I suppose that after one of them came in her ass, it was not as painful when the next one ass fucked her.

Over the next hour or so, Yvette was fucked in all three holes by at least six men. Darren watched it all and collected the money. Once the men had filled her mouth, ass and pussy with their cum a few times, Darren picked her up and dressed her. He gave her panties to one of the men who had fucked her as a souvenir of the night's entertainment.

What I could not believe is that she didn't kick his ass for doing this to her. In fact, she kept on dating him and he continued to use her, which bring us to the second part of the story — the part where I get Yvette, but we both have to give it up to three rather unsavory men. 

Kitty Tales: Yvette Pt. 2



For those of you who like a physical description, I'm about 5'8" tall and 120 lbs now. (I was a little thinner back when Yvette and I became playthings of three bastards.) So I'm tall and thin. I have small breasts (at least I think so). Sorry you guys who like women with HUGE tits. I can't lie about it. My boobs are b-cups. But I have great nipples. Very pink and long when they are sucked, pulled or nipped. Sorry to say that I don't shave my pussy either. I trim, but I have a fairly thick bush, but it's blond. If you want to eat my pussy, you'll have to work for it. I hope I didn't kill the fantasy.

I have a small, tight ass. Although I have a fetish for anal sex, my asshole is very tight. I guess I'm lucky there. I've been fucked in the ass enough that it feels great to me, but not so much that I've lost any elasticity. 

It's great having an anal fetish. There are worse things than licking the asshole of a woman or man. In fact, one of my favorite foreplay activities is licking a guy's asshole, while jerking off his cock. 

Yvette was and still is a close friend. Although, like many women, she enjoys sex with another woman given the right circumstances, she is not bisexual. I guess she is bi-curious, and I am bi-serious. Unfortunately, at the time when this incident occurred, Yvette was an avowed vanilla girl, and flatly denied any bi-sexual tendencies. I am happy to say that her bi-sexual tendencies have increased over the years, and so has our fun together.

Yvette has jet-black hair. She is about my height and a little thinner than I am. She has fantastic legs and ass. Her tits are about the same size as mine, but her areoles and nipples are brown, while mine are pink. She also doesn't shave her pussy, but trims. Her black bush is soft and curly. She does shave around her pussy lips though, and she keeps trying to get me to shave mine. But I refuse. I'm just stubborn I guess. Maybe I can get her to do the task for me.

One thing that I get off on is that delicate trail of hair that travels from her pussy to her belly button. It's hardly noticeable, but it turns me on. She also has a line of hair from her pussy to her asshole. 

Yvette is a natural exhibitionist. She loves to show herself off. I guess she likes to exhibit herself as much as I do. Come to think of it, that's how we met. Back when the three dweebs fucked us, we were both strippers working out of the same club.

Yvette and I were really young back when this happened. We were only in our early twenties. She was living with Darren and I was still living at home with my folks and sisters.

Yvette's boyfriend, Darren, was out of town on "business," and Yvette and I were spending the night together. I was glad that Darren was out of town. He was a real sleaze bag. He only cared about what Yvette could do for him. He never really cared for her. 

When he was out of town, Yvette and I would go clubbing together and tease the old farts who wanted to fuck us. We never paid for a drink. We always hung at one of the meat-market bars, such as Smuggler's Inn. These are the places where guys in their 40's through 60's went to have a couple drinks and to try to get laid. Of curse, on occasion I would take a quick spin to the local Regal 8 with some guy who grabbed my interest. Some of those adventures were interesting, but most were just routine sex. 

I have always had a "daddy" complex. I love fucking older men. Heck, my first husband was about 20 years my senior. Even in high school I dated guys in their 30's. Older guys had more money and were willing to do anything you wanted just to get a taste of young pussy.

Darren ran with a bad crowd. He was always trying to find an easy buck (or easy fuck), and was always off doing something that got his skinny ass into trouble. Well, this night Yvette and I paid for his transgressions.

Yvette invited me over to watch some old movies and have a few beers. She said she didn't feel like clubbing and getting felt up. I was all for that because I wanted her for myself. I figured that I might finally get her drunk enough that I could at least play with her pussy, or even eat her out. We always slept in t-shirts and panties, and there was only one bed in their apartment, so her pussy would be easy access.

The night started out great. We started drinking around 7:00 and did a couple of joints. By 9:00 we were feeling no pain. Neither of us were heavy drug users. So a little weed was all that was needed to get us over the top. 

By 10:00 we decided to get ready for bed, and watch some tube. Before changing into our sleep ware, I convinced Yvette that we should both take a bath. I had brought along some new bath soap with me that I wanted her to try. I promised her that she would love the feeling.

We ran the bath water and Yvette stripped. I just stared at her gorgeous body. That's all the motivation I needed to put a quick seduction plan into action. 

She pulled her long hair into a ponytail and stepped into the bath. She leaned back and closed her eyes. As she relaxed in the soothing water, I disrobed. Gawd! My pussy was drenched. It sounded like I was walking across a swamp as I walked toward the tub. I could have been fucked by a 10-incher at the moment and took it all in with little effort. I don't mean an AOL 10-incher either; I mean a real 10-incher as thick as a beer can. LOL

I gave her a nudge in the back so that she would move forward, and slid in behind her. I opened my legs so that she was between them with her back to me. My knees were resting against her arms. I reached around her and pulled her back to me until her damp back began to rub against my nipples. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her. 

My mouth involuntarily moved to the side of her head, and I gently licked and nibbled her earlobe. She responded by tilting her head so that I had access to her mouth. I gently pulled her chin toward me and kissed her mouth. I ran my tongue over her smooth lips, and she opened her mouth to grant me access. 

Not wanting to hurry things and scare her off, I continued to gently kiss her month and run my tongue over her lips. Fortunately, she was responding, but she wasn't responding in a way that told me that she was really getting into it to the degree I wanted. It was more like two sisters sharing an intimate embrace than two women who were about to fuck each other. (Yeppers, my sisters and I have had such embraces on occasion, but that is a future story.)

I rubbed my nipple against her back while I worked my hands around her ass searching for the soap. I was not going to miss the golden opportunity to run my hands all over her body.

Once I retrieved the soap, I began to slide my hands along her shoulders and back. Moving to her front, I cupped both of her pert titties and rubbed the soap into her nipples. I pulled on her nipples and pinched them. Then I rolled them between my fingers.

She relaxed more and moaned how good it felt to have her breasts massaged. Encouraged by her responses, I ran my hands along her sides to her legs. I washed the tops of her thighs, and then moved my hands to her inner thighs. I was bound and determined to finger fuck that sweet pussy.

As my hands moved along her inner thighs, I firmly pressed against them until they spread slightly, giving me better access to her pussy. My fingers moved down to her bush and I began to lightly pull on her outer pussy lips. She moaned something unintelligible, so I slid my index finger along her slit. It was soft and slick. I was in a perfect position to finger fuck her, and I planned to do just that.

As I slid my finger in and out of her pussy, I searched for her clit with another. Once I found it, I quickly encouraged it out of its hood. I treated her clit just like her nipples. I pulled, squeezed and rubbed her swollen clit. 

She had a small clit, but I could tell it was sensitive. Yvette moaned every time I squeezed her clit a little. Soon, she was gently grinding her pussy into my hand. I keep my hand still as she took over fucking herself using my hands and fingers. It reminded me of the time that we watched each other masturbate.

I felt her body tense, and I knew she was ready to let it go. She climaxed into my hand, grinding herself against it and moaning loudly. Her orgasm came in waves as she continued to masturbate herself with my help. I swear that I came with her. Surprisingly, I felt my pussy spasm as she came. My pussy wanted a cock in it, and soon I would get what I wanted. In fact, I'd get three of them for the night, in all three of my holes.

As she relaxed for a minute, I slid my hand under her ass. She lifted her weight and leaned forward so that I had access to her asshole. I slid the bar of soap along her ass and pushed it against her sphincter. She winced a little, but then relaxed as I gently pushed the bar of soap into her ass. I knew that she also got into anal sex, so my intrusion was not strange.

After a couple of minutes of fucking her asshole with the soap, I replaced it with my fingers. I gently spread her sphincter and pushed my index finger up her ass. Soon, I had three fingers in her ass, as I gently fucked her with my hand. Little did I know that finger fucking her ass would be a blessing.

Leaving a couple of fingers in her asshole, I asked her to get on her hands and knees so that I could finish cleaning her. She slowly complied and spread her legs for me. I was in heaven. I had my finger up her gorgeous ass with a full view of her engorged pussy lips. All I wanted to do was lick her from asshole to clit.

The tub was a little small for ease of access, but I did manage to lean forward and place my tongue on her pussy. I withdrew my finger from her ass and began to lick her from stem to stern. Rather than stopping me, she started to sway back and forth in rhythm with my tongue. Finally, I was getting my wish. Her pussy was mine. All that I had to do now was get her to lick me.

I leaned forward and pressed my tongue to her rosebud. Since I had been fucking it with my fingers, it was easy to slip my tongue into her. I licked her asshole and tongue fucked it for all I was worth. At the same time, I reached forward and pinched and pulled her long nipples. 

I felt another orgasm building in her, but I wanted to get her gorgeous mouth on my cunt. It came to the point that I could not wait any longer. I reached for the bar of soap and pushed it against my own asshole. I worked it around until my asshole loosened and I pushed it further inside me. I left it there, as my free hand moved to my pussy. I had to masturbate. I needed to get myself off before I exploded, and the best way was shove something up my ass while fucking my pussy.

We were both so close to orgasms that nothing else mattered. All I was concentrating on was fucking us both, and getting her to bed so I could push my pussy into her face. She was going to lick me that night one way or another. I was way beyond caring if we would remain friends. I was in lust and didn't care. I would not take no for an answer.

Normally, I am a sexual submissive with men. I want them to take the lead, and I will respond to a dominating male. I am a bit different with women. I can be either submissive or dominant depending on the other woman. Basically, I have not trouble taking charge if a pussy is waiting for me. 

Given that Yvette seemed reluctant and passive, I took charge by slapping her ass checks. I told her that we needed to get into bed. I knew the interrupting her orgasm was a cold thing to do, but I wanted her to fuck me. Also, interrupting her orgasm helped me establish more control over her.

She looked back at me curious as to why I stopped licking her. She wanted to get off and was desperate, but I was determined. As I stood, I grabbed her arm. She responded by standing and reaching for a towel. I pulled her arm away from the towel rack. I didn't want to wait until we dried off. It might give her a chance to have second thoughts about what I had in mind.

With some hesitancy, Yvette started walking toward the bedroom. I was right behind her, watching her ass sway as she walked. Soapy water was dripping off both of us, but it didn't matter. I spanked her ass cheeks a couple of times to hurry her up. He tight ass jiggled every time my hand made contact.

Yvette had a large bed; queen size if I remember clearly. So there was plenty of room for us. Yvette stopped short of the bed, as if she was reconsidering the situation. I gave her a little push and she fell on her stomach on the bed. I climbed on the bed and straddled one of her thighs and placed a hand against the small of her back.

As I surveyed the luscious, young body below me, I couldn't help myself thinking that I had to have her regardless of the circumstances. Her olive skin was shiny with droplets of water. There was a small ring of soap hugging one of her ass cheeks. Her legs were partly opened. Her pussy hair was damp, and her lips were engorged. The inner lips spread like a blossom ready to be plucked by my teeth and lips.

I wanted to suck on those lips, but I needed her to reciprocate. I wanted her to eat my pussy and lick my ass. Since I had already cum once, I was extremely wet. They were so swollen that my pussy lips must have looked like two sausages. 

I grabber her arm and turned her over on her back. As she started to protest, I leaned over until my face was directly over hers. I told her in a stern voice: "Look, I need you to fuck me. You've teased me enough and I'm not going to be satisfied just eating you tonight. I want your mouth on my pussy and ass. Friend or no friend, you are eating me tonight."

She started to wrestle with me so I moved forward until my hands were braced on the headboard of the bed, and my pussy was just above her mouth. Without waiting, I lowered my soaking pussy to her mouth and began to press and slide it against mouth and nose. I leaned back and pinned her arms with my legs. I had her and she knew it.

I heard muffled complaints as I humped her mouth with my pussy. I was so turned on that I did not care. I moved my fingers to my clit and massaged myself as I ground my pussy into her. 

To my surprise, she started to respond to my forceful play. Her mouth started to press against my pussy, and I felt her tongue enter me. In response, I eased the pressure on her slightly. In other words, I was saying with my body: "Eat me you fucking bitch, and I won't smother you with my pussy."

I was oblivious to my surroundings as I concentrated on rubbing my pussy against her mouth. Closing on a huge orgasm, I was interrupted by voices emanating from the doorway to the bedroom. I heard a male voice exclaim: "Hey! Charlie, Fred. Come take look at this. Darren has two of his lezzies licking each other."

The night festivities were about to heat up.



Kitty Tales: Yvette Pt. 3



When I ended part 2 of the story, I was in the middle of taking Yvette on her first lesbian excursion, albeit reluctantly. After a lot of licking and forcing by me, she was just beginning to respond by licking my pussy. I hated to force her into it, but I was so excited and worked up that I had to. Although she was my best friend and we had seen each other naked on many occasions, taking that bath with her put me over the top. I had to extinguish the fire that was building in my pussy.

Yvette was simply gorgeous. At 5'8" and 110, she was a beautiful woman (or girl if you think that early 20's means a woman is still a girl). Her jet-black hair, olive complexion and high cheekbones reminded me of a woman of Italian ancestry. In short, she was stunningly beautiful in a Mediterranean way.

Her pussy was marvelous. She had a thick, black bush, which she trimmed. She shaved her pussy lips, which became very large when she was excited. Plus, she had a fuck-me trail of light hair from her navel to her bush.

As with her complexion, her pussy lips were dark, rather than pink like mine. Although her breasts were small — b-cup at best — her areoles and nipples were dark, almost brown. Her nipples extended at least a half-inch when excited. 

We were about the same height and weight, but I was the blond to her brunette. I am also tall with b-cup tits. Being blond, my areoles and nipples are very pink. I have a thick bush (it's blond, too), and I don't shave my pussy. I do trim, of course, so that there isn't an Amazon rainforest between my legs. 

Yvette and I had been friends since childhood, but, back then, she refused to accept that she had bisexual tendencies. Like most woman, she eventually discovered that she could have exciting and stimulating sex with another woman if the circumstances were right. I was determined to introduce her into the bliss of lesbian sex, even if it ruined our friendship. I got my wish that evening, but with a few unfortunate strings attached.

As I mentioned, I was spending the night with Yvette at her apartment. We had just taken a bath together, which gave me the opportunity to play with her pussy and tits. In fact, she had already had one orgasm and was about to cum again before I interrupted her and forced her into the bedroom. You see I wanted her to fuck me for a while.

When the attack occurred, Yvette and Darren, the dweeb, had an apartment together. Darren was out of town on "business" that weekend, which gave Yvette and me an opportunity to get together, as we always did when we were both free. In those days, we worked together as exotic dancers. That's how we met.

Darren was not a great guy, to say the least. In fact, I thought of him as a dirt bag. He used Yvette, and was constantly trying to get the three of us together in a sandwich with him as the meat in the middle, but I had no interest in him. (If you don't believe me about how he used her, read part 1 of this story.) 

My only interest was in Yvette. I loved her and still do, but in the way that a woman can love another woman. I was sure that if I could get her into bed, I could convince her to keep coming back for more and more. Of course, I think that most women have some level of bisexuality, whether they will admit it or not. Over the years, I've given a number of women their first taste of female sex, and most have worked out well.

Please don't think that I am a lesbian because I'm not. I love cock, too. I just like pussy a bit more. I've been lucky over the years and have had many girlfriends. Some of them were lesbians, but most were bisexual who liked both men and women. If you ask my hubby, he will tell you that being married to a bisexual female is great for the sex life. In the five years we have been married, he has been able to fuck six girlfriends of mine. None have had a problem with fucking him as long as I am a part of it, too. We never fuck anyone without the permission or involvement of the other. That's a rule we have never broken. Now, with the required "I am not a lez" statement out of the way, I'll get back to my story. 

Darren had some low-class business associates. I had met some of them at parties. In fact, I'd done a bachelor party for a group of them a year or so before, where I experienced my first gangbang. Hey, I got paid well for that one. Now, my hubby and I attend swinger's parties, so gangbangs are commonplace for me.

Believe me, some of the guys that Darren knew were scary. These were guys that you just didn't say "no" to. I'm sure you know the type. They really had very little to lose, and they weren't afraid to do much of anything. 

Who's going to report them to the cops? Hell, the cops don't give a shit about strippers, anyway. So, you just accept what you get and keep your fucking mouth shut. Getting too mouthy could really cost you. At the very least, you'd get an ass whoopin.

When the three of them broke in, I had just pushed Yvette on her bed and pinned her with my wet pussy over her mouth and nose. I was getting really excited because she had just started to respond when the intruders made themselves known. Now, we were in a word of shit.

As I felt her tongue slide along my slit, I heard a man's voice exclaim, "Hey! Charlie, Fred. Come take look at this. Darren has two lezzies licking each other."

I immediately stopped grinding my pussy into Yvette's face and turned my head toward the voice. Yvette damn near bit my pussy lips when she heard the voices, but couldn't scream because of my blond "gag." She was still pinned and was rather helpless, if that mattered. We were both helpless and maybe hopeless.

As I sat there stunned, I saw three men standing in the doorway gawking at us. I recognized all three of them: Charlie, Fred and Lewis. Charlie and Fred worked for Lewis, who was one of the meanest dudes in the city. He was not a guy to fuck with. 

I knew them by reputation, not personally. All three had been in and out of jail most of their adult lives. They were part of a larger group or gang in the city that had a reputation for being quite ruthless. These guys felt no remorse and had no conscience. 

I thought all three of them were gross. Charlie was tall, maybe around 6'5" and built like a brick shithouse. He had huge hands. My guess is that he could knock most men on their asses without much trouble. Like the other two, Charlie didn't seem overly concerned about his hygiene. As I found out, all three could have used a little soap and water.

Fred was just a slimy twit. He was as ugly as Northwest Texas, if you get my drift. He was shorter than me, and a tub of lard. I'd guess that he was about 5'7" and over 250 lbs. But he thought he was a real lady killer. I bet that the only pussy he got was either because he paid for it. He was also a knife guy. He liked to call himself Razor. He liked to cut people.

Lewis, the leader, was the worst of the group. He was around 6'0" and seemed to be in decent shape, maybe a little on the pudgy side. But his face was covered with acne scars. Lewis didn't take shit from anyone. He was always in control of situations, and no one challenged him, at least not more than once. It was rumored that he killed a man for not giving him the respect he demanded. Everyone was afraid of him, simply because he just didn't give a shit. Those types are very dangerous people.

Charlie and Fred entered the room and stood near the bed while Lewis remained in the doorway. Scared and a little humiliated, I jumped off of Yvette and grabbed a pillow to cover myself. Yvette pulled the bed sheets over herself to hide her naked body from their lecherous eyes.

The three of them just stared at us for what seemed like an hour. I guess they didn't know what to make of the situation. Finally, Lewis broke the silence. "Bring the bitches into the living room," he commanded.

On command, Fred grabbed Yvette by the arm and yanked her off the bed. Being on the other side of the bed, Charlie reached for me. I avoided his grasp, jumped out of the bed and started walking toward the doorway. I knew better than to show any resistance. We were both going to get fucked and we'd better get used to the idea right then and there. The only questions that remained were: How many of them would fuck us? How many times would they fuck us? In what holes would they fuck us? And how much would they hurt us in the process?

The toadies escorted us down the hall to the living room. Along the way, I whispered into Yvette's ear to keep her cool and we'd survive. I told her to do anything they said and not to resist. That was our only real hope for survival with all of our parts intact.

To my relief, Yvette nodded in agreement. I just hoped that she would be okay through this. Although some might think that a stripper would not care about being raped, rape is just a traumatic for us as it is for any church going hypocrite. Also, Yvette was a little high strung and did not handle stress well. If she fucked up, it could be bad for both of us.

In my haste to talk with Yvette, I forgot that I had only a pillow covering my front, and my ass was completely bare. My lack of awareness ended when one of the toadies laughed, "Hey! Check out the ass on this one. Look how it sways when she walks. Lewis! You are going to want to fuck them aren't ya? You'll let us have some of this?" He then gave my ass cheek a hard slap.

There was nothing I could do to cover myself as we walked down the hallway. At least Yvette was totally covered by the sheet that she wrapped around herself. But it wouldn't be long before that was stripped from her, I guessed.

I knew they would eventually get around to fucking us. It was just a matter of time. The one hope that I had was that they'd want to see Yvette and I do each other. Most guys would get off seeing to girls eat each other out. I was guessing that these guys wouldn't pass on the opportunity. I figured that I might as well get something out of this.

As we entered the living room, Lewis instructed, "You both look for the money. You two bitches take a seat on the couch."

Obediently Fred and Charlie left the room to look for some money that Darren must have had stashed, and Yvette and I took our places on the couch. I remember now for some reason that it felt good nestling my ass into the couch. Why I remember that I'll never know.

I'll tell you one thing. I was glad that I had fucked both of our asses with the bar of soap when Yvette and I were taking a bath. Both of us really liked anal sex, but I doubted that they would be gentle when fucking us. I just hoped that our sphincters would be ready for the assaults that were surely coming.

Lewis was as cool as a cucumber as he sat in an overstuffed chair and talked to us, waiting for the boys to finish their search. You could tell that he was in complete control and was in no hurry. He had us for whatever he damn well wanted, and there was not a fucking thing we could do about it. If he told us to walk out in the street and fuck the next guy that drove into the apartment complex, we'd have done it without question. At least I would have. 

The two toadies searched for a good half hour before returning in frustration. They both grabbed chairs and scooted them over to where Lewis was seated. Now, all three of them were seated directly in front of us just a few feet away. I figured that it was time for their entertainment to begin, and I was right.

"Blondie, stand up, but lose the friggin pillow," commanded Lewis.

When I stood, he continued, "Lift your arms above your head. That's right. Show me those little bitty titties." 

He then added, "Nice bush, sweetie. Come over here. I want to dip into that slit."

I approached him and spread my thighs a little to give him easy access to my pussy. The last thing I wanted was for him to start probing me by fumbling around my pussy lips. He reached with his hand and slid his index finger along my slit. Then he demanded, "Turn around and bend over."

As I did what I was told, Lewis added, "Now, spread those ass cheeks. Give me a nice look at your asshole, darlin."

As I pulled my ass checks apart, Lewis started to run his finger from my pussy all the way up my crack and back, stroking the tender flesh. I could feel my pussy getting wetter as it involuntarily responded to the stimulation. As Lewis was doing this, the other two were pulling their chairs closer so that they could get a good look at me.

I snuck a peek at Yvette because I heard her begin to whimper. Her eyes were as large as saucers, and fear registered on her face. I guess it dawned on her that she would be getting similar treatment soon.

"Lewis, I know her. She's a stripper at Bonitta Flats. Maybe she could do a little dance on our dicks?" joked Charlie as he leered at my exposed pussy and ass. "I think she has done more than lap danced. I heard that she has fucked a couple of guys in the private rooms," he added.

"I'm for that," added Fred, "I could go for a little blonde snapper for dinner. Followed by some Italian"

"Fred, put some music on for the bitch. I want her to do a lap dance for me. You up for that sweetie?" queried Lewis.

I nodded my head and waited for the music. Charlie found the CD with the "You Can Leave Your Hat On" by Joe Cocker. I guess he knew that its one of the best stripper songs every made.

I started my usual routine for doing a lap dance. I started to grind my bare pussy into his lap as I felt his cock grow. Placing my hands on his thighs for support, with my back to him, I ground my pussy as hard as I could into his cock. I've done this hundreds of times before. I've even pulled my g-string aside and used my bare pussy if I got enough of a tip, and I have fucked a few guys in private rooms.

After some grinding by me, Lewis grabbed my ass cheeks and told me to stand up. As I did, he pulled down his pants. I looked back and saw a good seven-incher waiting for me. I knew what he wanted, so I reached between my legs and pulled my pussy lips apart and eased his cock into the entrance of my pussy.

Since I was already wet, there wasn't much difficulty in stuffing it all into me. It took a few short strokes to get his cock wet with my pussy juice. But once it was wet, I started to fuck his cock with gusto. As I did, I looked at Yvonne. She looked at me strangely as I fucked Lewis. I think she was confused as to why I was so willing. 

I didn't have any chance to explain to Yvette before the fun and games began what I was going to do. I just hoped that she would follow my lead. I figured that if we just played like we were into it, it would take some of the fun out of it for them and they would lose interest more quickly. Most of what they wanted was dominance over us, and they wanted us to demonstrate fear and humiliation. I wanted to deprive them of that victory. They could have my pussy, mouth and ass, but not my soul.

On the other hand, if we made a big deal about being brutalized and humiliated, they would get more turned on and it would be a feeding frenzy. Now, I was not dumb enough to think that we would get out of this without some major fucking. But I didn't want them to become overly aggressive and hurt us. Fucking me is one thing, but hitting me and beating me is something else. 

After only a few minutes of fucking Lewis' cock, I felt him beginning to cum. The first load of the night was about to be spent into my pussy, and I knew it would not be the last. As he came in me, I pushed down hard and squeezed his cock with all of my pussy muscles. I milked that bastard for all I was worth. 

When he quit cumming. I stopped stroking him and rested. He pushed me off his lap so that his cum and my pussy juice didn't run all over his balls. 

"Damn bitch, get your mouth on my cock and clean me up, or I'll smack your tight little ass," threatened Lewis. I got on me knees and licked the cum off of his balls first, and then took his semi-limp cock into my mouth. I licked him clean.

"Lewis, I've got an idea," remarked Fred. "How about the one bitch eating your cum out of the other bitch's pussy?"

"I like your thinking Fred," responded Lewis. "Blondie, put your ass on the couch and turn toward the other bitch and spread those long legs."

Looking as Yvette, Lewis continued, "Get rid of the sheet and crawl between her legs." As Yvette complied, Lewis added, "Now eat that pink pussy."

It was worth fucking Lewis if Yvette would have to eat my pussy. I'd wanted this for ages, and it would finally come true. Although the circumstances sucked, at least I would have the pleasure of Yvette's tongue and mouth before the next cock penetrated me.

Sobbing, Yvette discarded the sheet and crawled between my legs. Hesitatingly, she started to run her tongue along my slit. As the cum oozed out of my pussy, she began to suck it into her mouth. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the best pussy eating of all time. My beloved Yvette was finally doing me. My euphoria was short lived, however. Lewis broke my trance, "Fred, you want a little piece of the Italian bitch?"

Without hesitation, Fred jumped up and pulled out his turgid cock. A six-incher at best, his cock was quickly positioned behind Yvette's pussy. With no warning, he slammed his cock into her. Her pussy must have lost some of its wetness from when I ate it earlier. When Fred's cock sank into her velvet lips, she bucked, pressing her mouth to my pussy. As she licked and sucked on my twat, I watched Fred fuck her. I hate to say this, but the sight of Fred fucking her turned me on. Fred didn't turn me on, but I was envious of his cock being able to fuck that sweet, sweet pussy. That's something I could never do to her. In response, I started grinding my cunt into Yvette face.

Although Fred wasn't much to look at, he sure could fuck. The little shit was banging away on Yvette. His fat belly slapped against her tight ass with every stroke. He had to grab her hips as he fucked her so that she didn't fall over with his powerful thrusts.

As I watched Fred fuck my beloved, I felt a huge hand on my chin. It was Charlie, and his cock was at a perfect height for my mouth to suck across the back of the couch. He squeezed my chin and forced my mouth open. I gagged as he slid that fucking huge cock into my mouth.

I can deep throat with the best of them. Although I have a very small mouth, I can take a large cock down my throat. But his cock was fucking huge. Not only was the bastard long, it was fucking thick. I could suck it, but I was sure my ass would be torn apart when they finally got around to fucking our asses, which I knew was coming.

I felt another huge paw behind my head holding me in place. With my mouth firmly in his control, he started to fuck my face. I had to relax my throat to take it all in. I order for him to get most of his cock in my mouth and throat, I relaxed when he pushed in and sucked his cock hard as he withdrew. I could tell he was enjoying my mouth as he moaned with each hard suck from me.

As Yvette was being doggie fucked and I was being face fucked, I saw a flash of light. I couldn't turn my head to see what it was, but I had an idea. Lewis had retrieved a camera and was taking a few shots. Since it was one of those cameras that had self-developing film, I sure he was planning on taking them with him or using them in some manner that I would regret.

As Charlie continued grinding his cock into my face, I noticed that Fred was cumming in Yvette's pussy. To her credit and my enjoyment, she still had her mouth glued to my pussy. I guess it had become a temporary refuge for her. It kept her mind off of what was going on behind her. It was like she was telling me that we would get through this together. I loved her for that. We had to stick together. This experience would either cause us to avoid each other or to bond. I had no idea which would occur.




Kitty Tales: Yvette Pt. 3



After he finished fucking her pussy, Fred pulled out and pulled up his pants. Lewis decided that it was his turn with Yvette since his cock was again at full length. He grabbed Yvette and pushed her on an ottoman that was next to his chair. He pushed her around until she was kneeling on the floor, with her breasts resting on the ottoman and her ass in the air. 

He pulled her legs apart and surveyed her ass and pussy. Seeing that her pussy was full of cum, he decided that her ass would be a more savory target. This is when I hoped that our ass play in the bathtub would help, but I guess it was too long ago. Lewis placed the head of his cock at the entrance of Yvette's ass and pushed hard. He broke through the sphincter and began to fuck her ass with a vengeance. This was no gentle ass fucking. This was an attack and Yvette was screaming with each powerful penetration of her ass.

As Yvette screamed from her ass fucking, I felt Charlie about to cum down my throat. His cum came in gushes. He slammed his cock into my mouth gagging me. I just tried to relax and swallow the best I could.

Fortunately for Yvette, Lewis didn't last long fucking her ass. Within a few minutes he came in her with a fierce pounding. As he pulled out his cock, it popped and the cum began to ooze from her ass. As Lewis stood with his flaccid cock hanging, Yvette collapsed on the floor next to the ottoman. 

As Charlie finished face fucking me, he pulled out of my mouth and grabbed me by the arm. "Who wants her next? She's got a purty mouth," he laughed.

I guess I was to get a short reprieve because all three of them were spent. But that reprieve was very short. Lewis decided what to do to us real quickly.

"Since no one will help me find my money, I guess someone will have to pay. Someone get the Italian bitch back on her knees," Lewis demanded. "She's going to have to make a first installment on the money Darren owes me," he laughed.

I had somewhat of an idea of what Lewis had planned. I guess it was the look in his eyes. They were slightly glazed and dilated from excitement. I guessed some form of punishment was about to be meted out. I looked over at Yvonne and she looked in terrible shape. My sacrifice might turn out to be meaningless, but I just couldn't let them hurt her again. I got off the couch and brushed past Lewis. I knelt down and took my place on the ottoman, with my ass exposed to all their view, inviting them to do what they pleased.

Resting against the ottoman, I heard the sound of a belt being pulled from a pair of pants. I had a good idea of what was next. "OK, you can take it for her blondie. Your ass is just as good as hers," commented Lewis.

I felt the first blow along my upper thighs. Gawd! It hurt. The next came along my ass cheeks. As Lewis repeated hitting my ass and upper thighs with the belt, the force increased until each lash left a welt across my creamy, now crimson, ass. 

The pain was almost intolerable as I took my turn screaming from the vicious attack. My assault went on for a good five minutes. I knew that the whipping was going to leave me with a lot of pain for some time, but Lewis was not done.

Taking out his camera, he snapped a couple more pictures. After that, I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance of my ass. In my state, I could not prepare myself for the ass fucking that I would receive. He tore my asshole apart with his cock. Hell, nothing could have prepared me for the ass fucking that I would get. It looked like my compliance strategy didn't work as well as I wanted, but who knows. It easily could have been much worse. In fact, I might not have been around to write this story if things had gone differently.

At this point, I was almost oblivious to what Lewis was doing to my ass. His grunts and thrusts into my ass were only vaguely heard and felt. But I did notice that both Charlie and Fred had moved over to Yvette. She was only a couple of feet away from me, curled in a fetal position.

Through my tear swollen eyes, I watched them maneuver her body so that they could fuck her. Fortunately, Yvette was really out of it now. She was beyond the point of caring much what happened, she just wanted to survive the night. All she could do was sob into her hands as they positioned her lovely body for the next assault. I felt so helpless watching them aligning her body for the next assault.

Fred positioned himself below Yvette and made her straddle his cock until it was fully nestled in her pussy. Then they pushed her over until her tits were pressing against Fred's chest. Charlie positioned his huge cock in the entrance of her rosebud. 

The mixture of cum and blood in her ass probably eased the pain a little, but Charlie the Clydesdale started to fuck her ass with a great deal of force. Fred just held on for the ride. But he did manage to maul her tits and pinch her nipples. I could tell that his nipple pinching was not erotic play. Since she had long nipples, Fred had a field day molesting them.

Again, Yvette screamed in agony from the ass fucking. It was to continue for a good five minutes unto Charlie came in her ass and pulled out. Both of us were now having our asses fucked by these mongrels.

When Lewis finished with me, he pulled his cock out and stood. He walked in front of me and put his cock to my lips. "Suck the mother fucker clean, you fucking whore," he commanded. 

I opened my mouth and took the cock inside. The taste assaulted my senses, but I licked him clean and swallowed the mess as soon as possible. 

Lewis looked over at Charlie and Fred who had finished fucking Yvette and were now seated on the couch. "Fred, bring that camera over here," Lewis exclaimed. I want you to take a picture of something for me."

As Fred retrieved the camera, Lewis moved around until I was staring at his ass. "Fred, get a shot of her licking my ass," Lewis demanded. "Bitch, pull my ass cheeks apart and lick my asshole. If you stop before I'm ready, I will whip you again," he threatened.

I did as I was told. I licked the bastard's ass until it was clean. He pressed his ass into my face and stated, "Tongue fuck my asshole, girl." As I complied, he added, "Reach around and stroke my cock."

As I licked and tongue fucked his asshole with what energy I had left, I heard the camera snapping and saw the flashes. After an eternity, he pushed my hand from his cock and stood. I was so exhausted that I couldn't do anything but just rest against the ottoman.

Rising to leave, Lewis said, "We came here for money that Darren owed us and I don't want to go back empty handed. That's why I'm taking a few snapshots of you two getting fucked, He probably doesn't give a shit, but I want you to remember this night."

He paused and then added, "Give Darren a message for me. Tell him that you two will pay me back if he doesn't. Fred, get off your fat ass and get the driver's licenses of the two bitches. I want to know who they are and where they live for future reference. They are both great fucks." 

The last thing I remember was hearing them walking out the front door. I heard Lewis ask, "Anyone up for a beer?"