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No Mercy Ch. 01

By: Jaymal



Okay Emily, let's cut to the chase here - this is the story of how I fucked a girl named Holly Greenfield. How this good girl tried exploring her secret fantasies and all the shit I got to do to her as a result. All the shit my friends and I got to do to her. How we dished out the kind of treatment she thought she wanted and then piled on the interest. It's not sweet, it's not romantic. And I'm going to tell it to you in all its hot and filthy detail. I'm going to tell you just how great it all felt. And I know you're going to read every nasty word, because that's the kind of perverted bitch you are.

You see I finally got tired of just writing pornographic fantasy, letting these fictional guys do all the screwing for me. I wanted to live some of it. Okay, I'm educated, yes I've had a white collar job all my working life, but Emily I've also got a huge, hard dick that takes a whole lot of satisfying. That wants to pound hot, wet cunt hard and often. So when I settled in London I went out amongst the city's girls and started fucking my share. Anything I found attractive I gave a 'college try', as you might say, at getting my hard cock deep inside it and I had enough success to satisfy my burning sex hunger at least partially.

But to deliver the sort of punishing dick-action that I wrote about in my fiction, to turn a girl - with or without help - into a submissive bitch, into a piece of quivering, burbling fuck-meat, all other traces of her personality erased as I took my pleasure, that was my goal. The London sex clubs provided some of what I wanted, supplying the kind of slut who just begged to be used by as many guys as possible, as nastily as they could. It was at one such club that I first teamed up with Grant and Martin - more of whom later - to shaft some sexy, unpaid whore halfway to oblivion. Yes, those cock-crazed sex-party bitches are a whole other type of fun. But none of it - none of it - was as good as doing Holly. And the guys will back me up on that.

So how did the lovely Holly and I meet? You're going to love this. She emailed me via the website where I'd been posting my sex fiction. (I've saved every word we ever sent to one other.)

Hi Jake - I just want to tell you how much I love your stories. They're so hot I can't believe it! There are passages I keep reading over and over again - I swear they keep me awake at night. Your writing is just so dirty and so bad it makes me touch myself thinking about it. Please don't stop. Thanks for all your deliciously naughty ideas. They're just what I need. Holly. 

I'd received enthusiastic reviews from horny punters, male and female, but to know that some girl out there was getting off on my filth to this extent made my cock rigid with excitement as I sat at my computer. So of course I mailed her right back, thanking her and asking exactly what it was that she liked about my stuff. Her same-day response thrilled the hell out of me.

Wow, Jake, it was really sweet of you to write back! It's so good to hear from the man behind all those wicked stories! I love all your writing, but especially when it includes those bad, heartless men taking complete advantage of women. What's wrong with me, lol? Like when the secretary gets done in the office by her boss, or the girl gets gang-banged at the party. It's just so naughty I can't help but love it! I know I shouldn't... And as for the story where the older man takes the teenager back to his house and fucks her all night - I was so jealous of her. I've come so many times reading that I can't tell you! Are you planning any more? I'd love to know, Holly. X

So you see, Emily, you're not the only freak out there. And you can imagine my reaction. I pumped out a thick, hot batch from my hard cock soon as read it. My writing was 'dirty', 'wicked', 'naughty' and 'bad'. I knew this could have been anyone with whom I was communicating, but I was picturing a nice girl getting shivers at how devilish it was to even talk with me. A nice girl I could begin to toy with. I wrote back, describing a few horny ideas I had for some future stories in some explicit detail, then throwing this in at the end:

Of course I could always make up a story with you as the central character, and team you with some of those 'bad, heartless men' - if you were willing to tell me some more about yourself. Let me know what you think.

Her response was unequivocal.

Oh my God, Jake, would you? Put me in one of your stories and I swear you can do what you like to me!!! In the story, I mean, lol! What do you want to know? Holly. XXX

I told her to give me as much detail as she could on herself, her life, and most importantly her sexual experience. The more information she provided to feed into the story, the hotter it would be. I asked for a full physical description and suggested that a photograph might help, if she felt okay about sending one. Here was where the fantasy could so easily explode. What if Holly didn't come close to the babe I had in my mind? Could I be bothered to write the story after my motivation was shot to hell? If she was confident enough to send the pic, however, it would probably be sufficiently hot. And if she made do with a written description, well I could base my nasty fuck-story around a fantasy Holly.

The photograph, as it turned out, was a dick-stiffening delight. It had been taken the previous summer in Tenerife, so said the caption she had provided, and had her posing playfully on the beach. Her fair hair was tied in a ponytail, showing off her pretty, smiling face - almond-shaped green eyes, high cheekbones and even, white teeth. Her figure was slender and supple, her respectable, black bikini failing to disguise how big and protruding her tits were in relation to her modest frame. The natural copper hue of her skin, along with those rather exotic eyes, suggested some pleasing ethnic mix in her family history. That my correspondent turned out to be this charming-looking girl, so modest in her stunning beauty, made me stroke my lengthy masculinity to a full hardness. The personal detail that accompanied the photo soon had me shooting off a hot sac-ful in a fit of fierce ecstasy...

Holly Greenfield was an English Literature graduate, who was now working part-time in a library, while studying for her Masters Diploma. She was a nice, bookish girl, it seemed, who liked Italian food, foreign movies and reading the Arts reviews in the broadsheet papers. She enjoyed running and racket sports, which explained nicely toned figure. She was also fond of sex, but had ended up in a lengthy relationship with a decent, rather buttoned-up intellectual guy from her Graduate course, who while treating her as tenderly and respectfully as any girl could hope for, had not been the man to address her deepest fantasies. He had never known about her penchant for hardcore sex-stories or what she really thought about when she masturbated, and, although she did not say as much, there was no doubt this had been part of the reason the relationship foundered. She had never felt able to share with him what secretly excited her and the reason why...

I had a fling with my ex-English teacher the summer before I went to University. He was married. It was so wrong - I couldn't believe what I was doing. And no one would ever have suspected it of me, it was so out of character. I had a huge crush on him, he was funny and sweet and really clever, but the more we met up that summer, the more this other side to him came out, this wild, animal side nobody knew about. He started fucking me really hard, Jake, and calling me names as he did it in this really deep, gravelly voice - like his 'angel-slut', that was always one of his phrases. It shocked me, but it also really excited me and he knew it. He said he never got to have 'real sex' like that with his wife and that excited me too, although I knew it was completely wrong. It just got crazier all summer - and he did all those things, you know, that the men in your stories do. And I mean all. He did them the exact same way, demanding and selfish and just plain bad - and the terrible thing is he knew how much I enjoyed it. It ended up I didn't really have a crush on him any more, I wasn't sure I even liked him, but I secretly wanted him to keep on doing what he did. He even kept saying he'd bring all his friends round some time and they'd all do me together, although that was just talk - he was terrified of anyone finding out about us. But the thought did make me hot as well as scared. Then I went off to University and that was pretty much it. He persuaded me to meet up with him a few times during holidays and somehow I just couldn't say no. He went crazier than ever those times, but I think maybe he found somebody else to satisfy himself, because he stopped calling. I don't care about him at all now, but I still think about everything that happened. Everything that he did to my body and how I couldn't help wanting it. That's why I like your stories. They remind me.

Believe it or not, Jake, I'm really shy, lol. I don't even use the kind of words I've used writing to you. Nobody knows all this about me, not even my closest friends. You're the only one. 

Please write me my story,

Holly. XXX

You of all people will understand what that did to me, Emily. I could read in her words a girl surprised and excited at her own daring - that she was making her sex confession to a writer of hard, exploitative pornography. I could also sense the prick tease, who was delighting in playing with fire. And I knew if I stoked up the heat she would very soon risk getting burned. Then maybe I could get her up close and do some proper stoking - into the hot furnace between her legs. The thought pumped my formidable equipment solid once more. This situation called for my best work.

My new story rivalled the nastiest stuff I've written. If I had the measure of Holly, she was ready to be at the centre of some seriously depraved fictional filth. At any I rate I took the chance. The tale took place in Holly's place of work and was written from the point of view of a customer, me in effect, who borrowed classic erotica from the Library shelves. Librarian Holly could not help but comment on his choices and go on to express her own interest in erotic prose. Soon she accepted some of the guy's own sordid work to read at her leisure. From her flustered reaction his words obviously unnerved and thrilled her in equal measures, as did his quietly indecent suggestions over the counter that she help him bring one of his scenarios to life. The rather contrived plot culminated in the randy customer waiting behind when she was closing up one day, along with his friends Grant and Martin (based squarely on the two real-life randy bastards I had made at the sex-party), and a tremulous Holly reluctantly agreeing to shut herself in with them.

What followed was as extreme and lurid account of a gang-bang as I had ever written. I made no concessions to my target-reader where taste was concerned, if anything I cranked up the heat; the fictional Holly took a greater sexual pasting than any of my female protagonists to date. Her ordeal was long, furiously hard and utterly relentless, recounted in the bluntest, crudest style I could muster. List all your favourites, Emily, and they were inflicted on my heroine in triplicate, before she was left a fucked mess on the Library floor, while the boys went for breakfast. The story would either scare off the real-life Holly, or make her cream herself till dawn. I entitled it Quiet Please, Bitch and made great play of the library's calm being shattered by her screams and howls, as she was subjected to her all-night super-fucking. When it was complete, I re-read it, wanked myself stupid and hit Send, just before I came.

It drove me crazy that night and the next day, knowing that any time Holly could be reading about her sweet self being virtually gang-raped in every hole by a trio of lust-driven maniacs, right there in her place of employment. As it turned out she had seen my delivery when checking her email at work and had rushed home later that day to read it. I was online that night when, rather than email me back, she Instant Messaged me directly.

HollyBookworm: Jake? You there?

A shock of excitement to both my heart and my erecting cock. I left it a few moments and messaged back.

Wickedjake: Hi there, Holly.

Her reply was all but instant.

HollyBookworm: Oh My God! Oh My God, Jake! You don't know what you've done to me!

Wickedjake: In a good way, I hope?

HollyBookworm: Oh fuck yes! It's the hottest thing ever! It's so so naughty of you! And it's me there in the middle of it all! I can't stand it, it's so hot!!! I came twice the first time I read it, I couldn't believe what I was reading! It just kept getting wilder and wilder... I had to read it again to take it all in! Check you emails, Jake - I'm sending something to you.

The blood was already pumping fast into my swelling dick. And then it was there - an email with the title 'This is what your story did'. The body of the correspondence was blank, but had a photo attachment. I uploaded the file in seconds and an image flashed on to the screen that grew my cock to trouser-busting proportions. The same girl from the beach pic, seated all but naked in her bedroom, her hand thrust inside her lacy, white knickers. The nipples on her big, gravity-defying breasts were swollen like bottle-tops and she stared in sweet, anguished ecstasy into the camera-lens she had set up.

It was an astonishing moment, totally fucking fabulous, knowing my words had turned the pretty student into an exhibitionist slut just for me. I knew something very special was happening here and pressed my advantage.

Wickedjake: Nice. That's just what I like to see, Holly. That's how you should be. Let me send you something in return.

In the photo I sent I wore a black leather jacket and black T-shirt and had a brooding expression in keeping, I reckoned, with her image of Jake the writer. I knew she wouldn't be disappointed.

Wickedjake: Not as revealing as yours, but I assure you - the rest of me is just like I described in the story. And I use it all in the same way.

I awaited further word from her in stiff-dicked anticipation. Her response did not let me down, in fact it went further than I had even dared hope.

HollyBookworm: Please phone me Jake. I really want to hear your voice. Here's my number - 0207...

Was she being the tease here? I didn't think so. I sensed a feverish quality in her replies and one short phone call would tell me all I needed to know. I held fire a few moments despite my hard eagerness and when I called, she picked up without hesitation. 'Hello?'

'Well hello, Holly.'

'Is that Jake?' A refined, young voice, strung with nervous excitement.

'Yes, it is.' My own voice was husky with controlled lust. 'Do you still look like you did in the last photograph?'

She replied with a breathy hesitancy that intensified the hardness within my trousers. 'I'm not wearing anything now.'

'Are you fingers still in your wet cunt?'

'Yes, yes they are... I can't believe I'm talking to you - God, I'm really wet, Jake!' It sounded like a forlorn, guilty confession. I loved it.

'And are you thinking about your story? About everything that was done to you?'

'Oh God, oh fuck yes!' There was a panting in her voice and a distant sound of busy, wet fingers. I wanted to jack my cock free of its own rigid tension, but it was important I kept my focus.

'Because my cock's just as huge and hard as in the story and when I fuck you for real I'm going to do it in exactly the same way. You do know I'm going to fuck you, don't you, Holly?'

'Oh God - oh God - I don't know...' It was so much fun messing with her head like this I can't even tell you.

'Okay Holly, we'll talk about it later. We'll talk about my hard cock shafting your cunt. And how you're going to suck my scalding hot load down your throat afterwards. You like that Holly? You like the sound of that?'

She obviously did, if her orgasmic 'Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!' was anything to go by. There was a long, aching pause, then 'Oh my God...' she said weakly.

'You're quite a slut, aren't you Holly?' I was enjoying my nastiness tremendously.

'Yes, I am...' Little Miss Sweetness could hardly deny it.

'And does anyone else know what a slut you are? Any of your friends?'

'No, no one - just you,' she moaned. 'You're the only one.' Christ, I had to make capital of this situation or I'd never forgive myself. There was too much delicious, thrusting sport to be had. But it was important not to rush. Nailing her for real would all happen in good time.

'Well then it's our little secret, Holly. We're going to talk again soon. Now... do you have a web-cam? Because if you don't, I want you to get yourself one...'

I wanked myself to an explosive finish, but only after I'd given my sweet slut the full details of the task I had just invented for her and ended the call. We communicated through emails and IMs for the next few days, until I was sure Holly had bought and rigged everything up correctly. Then three evenings later I checked she was on-line and called her once more.

'You ready to give me what I want?' No pleasantries tonight. It was time to turn up the heat a little.

'Yes, I've got everything set up. You're on my speakerphone.' Her voice this time round was a scared but aroused squeak. 'Can you see me yet?'

'No, I'm just about to bring you up.' I sat naked in front of my computer, already big with expectation. A split-second after I clicked on her invitation, the image from Holly's web-cam burst on to my screen, expanding and stiffening my excited length as I sat stroking it. She was sitting nude on her bed, her slender form propped up by pillows, the camera lens staring down her exposed snatch as I had requested. Her usually pony-tailed hair hung loose round her flushed face and she was staring straight at me, as if trying to overcome her nervousness. 'Got you, Holly. In all your glory. Now let me see you touch yourself.'

She shifted a little, nervously, and splayed her legs further apart, so that the pink, glistening folds of her cunt were even more open to my view, then she began dabbling her fingers tentatively in her honey pot. 'You can see that, Jake?'

'Oh yes, I've got me a nice shot right up you.' I massaged all my stiff inches leisurely. What a great fucking sight she was. 'I can see everything you've got, Holly. Now did you read your story again?'

'Yes, I did, just now. I've read it a dozen times and it still makes me so hot...' Her body was responding already to her strumming fingers. It was obvious how completely turned on she was. Any first-time web-cam inhibitions were dropping away.

'And did you go out and buy what we talked about?'

'Yes, I've got it right here...' She reached just out of frame and picked up an enormous rubber cock, rich in anatomical detail. It was long and thick, shooting upwards to a fat, spearing head, from an equally impressive set of synthetic balls. It reminded me pretty much of my own cock.

'Good choice, Holly.' I wanked my pole more insistently and thought gleefully about what I was about to see. 'Now show me what you do with a big dick.' My hot little cam-girl took the monster shaft in her slim hands and began licking her way tentatively about the bulbous knob-end, eyeing me over it meekly. Her dainty, wet tongue darted about the cock and then she sucked the whole head into her pretty mouth, as I imagined the sensation around my own swollen member. 'Go on, Holly,' I encouraged. 'Get your mouth around it. Show me how a whore sucks cock.'


No Mercy Ch. 01



Yeah, right, Whatever. She, Naomi, wasn't going to do a thing to make my situation easier. In fact, odds were she wasn't going to do a thing, full stop. I'd asked her, the day before...I'd actually said out loud, '...what if I asked you nicely, please, to let me play my hand.' (You might remember, if you read the previous account, I'd been naked from the waist down at a table of five women -- in an afternoon poker club, downtown, in the shopping district -- where females predominated. Naomi's response had been to cock an eyebrow, cover the bet of my briefs with a $5 chip and raise with another $5 chip -- leaving me an impossible decision).

Now I was facing the same cocked eyebrow. Only this time she was ensconced behind a large executive desk, and behind her was a glass wall looking out on dozens of other office windows -- the occupants of which could of course look in. At me. While behind me, on the other side of yet another glass wall, Alli, the blonde 'wingman' from yesterday, and evidently Naomi's PA in real life, was probably watching, amused, from her desk.

So after stripping, calmly I hoped, seeking some dignity, to my briefs and tee-shirt, I paused. Hoping. Against hope. But nonetheless hoping...

I just watched. And waited. I won't lie--- I was excited. My favourite submissives are female: they rise up and challenge at some stage. Always. There is a pecking order amongst our gender that won't let them simply cave and grovel. I relish the process of breaking a female sub -- of stripping her layer by layer first of garments then of defences. The mere thought made my stomach tighten, my thighs tense and my skin tingle. But my next favourite is a male who is only just starting to come out of the closet -- only just getting an inkling, and reacting against that inkling -- determined to refute any evidence he may be what he clearly is... a submissive. Soon to be MY submissive. (This one had been perfect yesterday: stripped, he'd strolled, engorged erection rolling and jouncing, while he served drinks to the players at all three tables for over an hour...taking the pinches and pokes and plucks, and the trash talk, and the slaps... he'd even taken Alli's flat out over lap spanking -- all in good part. If he'd simply walked out after the throwing in his hand -- as in, stood up, and walked away from the table and out of the club -- I wouldn't have stopped him. I would've been disappointed, especially as he was reasonably well hung -- and therefore a good potential toy -- but I wouldn't have stopped him. And if he hadn't shown today, I wouldn't have gone looking for him).

But he had shown. He'd come to my office at close of business, precisely at close of business, as promised, and to now he'd obeyed my instruction to strip. So I could wait him out. I could let the initial realization sink in...I could let him decide for himself that he wanted to do it.

Which he did of course. 

Yesterday had been different in that he'd stripped in the course of play, in the flow of events, in a seemingly inexorable process...and been grateful, in truth, for the IOU -- for the way out of the paralysis they all reached when they didn't want to admit what they were 'going to wager' -- and had been working toward wagering -- all along. Because submissives who gamble always want to lose...to be helpless, to be naked and helpless if possible...to be forced to submit. He'd actually smiled, faintly, acknowledging this truth on some level, when he'd tossed in his hand. I'd liked that.

Today, it was cold blood. He'd come into the building deliberately... he'd negotiated security, deliberately...he'd come up in the elevator, deliberately. Encountering Alli must have given him a frisson. Alli with her vixenish grin. Alli, who would have found some way to remind him of the spanking, some gesture or some facial expression he couldn't help but associate with the sharp short blows of her right hand. Yet he come into my office when she opened and held the door. He'd moved to the spot where I motioned him to stand, about 10 feet from my desk, and began to strip, deliberately -- first one shoe then the other then the sock on that second foot then the sock on the first foot then his shirt and finally his slacks. Now, after a pause of what?...a minute, maybe 90 seconds, his hands crossed on the hem of his tight teeshirt and he peeled it up and off.

He wasn't what you'd call buff. But he wasn't bad. It gave me another coursing little tingle and an involuntary tautening of the thighs to see him without the thin gold necklace, which I'd taken yesterday, as collateral for part of the debt-- which I held out my hand palm up and waited for, in front of the witnesses in the club, in front of 18 women envious of my control over him, until he'd worked out how to get it off -- a bit frantic by then, a bit panicky -- the thin gold necklace he'd then sheepishly pressed into my grasp. Desperate by then to have my approval. Only to have me signal for the ring on his right hand. His face and neck then the colour of his butt cheeks: recently reddened by Alli's expert spanking. 

After which I'd made him kneel.

As I would again. And he knew I would. Hence the hesitation, thumbs tucked in the elastic of his briefs, while our eyes met, fleetingly, before he looked away as though chastened, peeling down and off the briefs....revealing a nice, curved thick engorged erection...

"Kneel."

It was only the second word she'd spoken since I'd entered the office. The first being, of course, 'strip.' That neither was said at more than a whisper only added to the quiver up my spine her speaking caused.

My legs were weak anyway so it was a relief to settle on the plush carpet. I knew what she wanted. She'd been very specific yesterday, in front of the audience. She wanted my ankles crossed, which forced my knees apart. She wanted my forearms folded up below my shoulder blades, each hand cupping the opposite arm as close to the other elbow as possible. As I was organizing, in my memory I could hear the hubbub of female voices, from yesterday -- the comment, 'I wonder if she'll loan him out,' greeted by chuckles -- but today, from behind her desk, the question was again implacably quiet: "Why are you here?"

I had to swallow, to moisten my throat. Eyes forced downwards by the pressure of my own arms, I noticed the bubble of precum in the tip of my erection. "To negotiate a repayment plan for my debts. Provided you agree to pay them off."

She was in complete control. No hurry. Calm and composed enough to let some time pass, before, "Please repeat the exact wording."

I heard the door open, soft footsteps on the carpet behind. Alli. To witness. Just as the others had witnessed yesterday. I had read the note several times to be sure I understood it. Before agreeing. Swallowing again, I said, as I had yesterday, "My debts are considerable, and you are entitled to ensure your investment will be compensated entirely to your satisfaction -- before making the decision whether or not to underwrite them."

There truly was nothing left to lose. I had agreed to a completely open-ended IOU. She could do anything she wanted, whenever she wanted, wherever she wanted for as long as she wanted...and I knew already to expect no mercy...



No Mercy Ch. 01



She did her best, I'll grant her that, slurping several inches of fake fuck-rod into her mouth and giving it a good, noisy suck, then releasing it and slavering her way all over the thickly ridged shaft. But all I could think of was how much better I could use that mouth and throat if I accessed them with my own pole. How much better I would do it. 'Good girl,' I encouraged. 'Fuck your face some more. Deeper. Show me what I want to see.' And she tried once more, gagging a little this time, as she shoved an extra inch or two past her full lips. Then she withdrew it, spluttering saliva involuntarily over the head. A lovely sight and one that reinforced the hardness of my cock, but also proof of how badly she needed a lesson.

'Okay, now fuck that big, wet cock with your tits.' She held the great dildo to her chest and wrapped her pliant breasts around it, drawing her nipples together with one hand, then she began to pump the slick shaft up and down the resultant channel, looking at me subserviently all the while. 'Harder, do it harder. Imagine my big dick thrusting up to your chin. Go on, give me what I fucking need.' She worked it harder, but not hard enough. Not as hard as I'd work it once I got my chance. 'That's good, Holly. Give it a nice, hot tit-fuck. Now, spit on it again. Get it really wet. It's got somewhere to go and we both know where...'

I was bone-hard, ready to see some really nasty solo action from my camera-slut. I watched in lustful wonder as she drooled all over the massive fuck-toy, spread the moisture with her fist over the whole length and aimed it between her spread legs.

'Like this?' she asked, scared but anxious to please. 'I've never used one of these before...'

It occurred to me how much she must have blushed purchasing the obscene cock. Had a guy sold it to her? If so, he had surely looked at this lovely, lithe girl and pictured where the big motherfucker would finally end up. Maybe he grinned at her knowingly, causing her to blush to the roots of her hair. He most certainly wanked himself off at the thought later on. But it was me who was about to see the thing make its slow journey into her wet snatch. 'Don't worry Holly,' I encouraged wickedly, 'it works just like a real cock. You stuff it up your cunt and imagine some horny bastard like me has just overpowered you and slammed it in. Go on, let me see you stick it inside!'

She gripped the shaft with both hands and pushed down like she was about to churn butter. My cock pulsed and grew in my pumping hand, as the dildo split her glistening cunt-lips and tunnelled its way inside her young body. She gave an aching cry as she commenced fucking herself, but on my instruction kept bearing down, filling herself with the huge, shop-bought pussy-plunger. My hand went frantic on my engorged tool. To reduce the pretty librarian to this - an cheap, internet fuck-slut, impaling herself for my horny gratification... 'Go on Holly, get that bad-boy inside your cunt. Shove it all the way up yourself! That's it, let me see it go in! That's the way... Now, fuck yourself with it! Fuck yourself with it and imagine it's me fucking you!' She did everything I demanded of her, gave it her best pumping effort and squirmed her cute body as she did it, but it still wasn't enough for me. Because I knew how much she was holding back. Had she forgotten everything her randy English teacher had taught her? Well she was going to get a serious refresher course, I would make damn sure of that. 'Go on Holly - plough your cunt like some dirty fucker is violating you!' My hand worked my dick like a maniac and my balls inflated - their hard ejaculation imminent - as I watched her increase her desperate efforts. 'That's it, imagine me inside you, ramming you good! 'Cos I'm going to do it for real, real soon...Oh God....Ohhhhhhhh FFFFUCK!!!!!'

I was flung into a violent spasm, like a thousand volts were being pumped through my chair, while I fired copious, white cock-sauce all over my stomach and chest. Holly was coming too, shuddering crazily like a vibrating doll on the beast stuffed inside her. Either side of our internet divide we emptied forth our bodily juices, till we drained ourselves and slumped exhaustedly into the aftermath of a hot, virtual fuck. I could see her there sweating silently, the mighty rubber dong still embedded in her twat.

'God, you look a million fucking dollars, Holly,' I told her, as her head lolled on the pillows. 'And you'll look even better once I've worked you over close up. So why don't we stop fucking about and set a date?'

Hahahahaha! You should have seen her face when I said that. She knew she couldn't say no, but she also knew that to say yes would set her up for one majorly hard fucking. Can you imagine that, Emily? Suddenly your fantasy can become reality just like that and you have to face up to the implications of living out those wild imaginings. You can't refuse, you can't not know what the experience would be like, but neither can you deny how scary it might be... to get what you wish for. And in Holly's case, just to keep on getting...

I let Holly do all the running. Once the evening was decided on (Friday evening the following week) I made sure that she drove out to a venue close to me. It amused me to cast my rod and quietly reel this fish in. I told her what to wear and what to bring. If she reconsidered at any stage, she kept those thoughts to herself; I never had reason to doubt that she would show up on time. Of course there was one other arrangement I made, about which I told her nothing.

It had seemed natural, somehow, to share news of my burgeoning internet friendship with Grant and Martin. And it was equally natural, when I had shared my news, that they should want a slice of Holly's prime little rump. Let me explain a little more, Emily, about how I met these fine gentlemen. The first time I exchanged words with either of them I was at a night club-based sex party, with my cock shoved deep in the face of some posh bitch (she was called Tamara or something). I had found her in one corner of the club already being fucked in the cunt, by Martin it turned out, who had a dong that surprisingly matched my own in size and hardness. It seemed perfectly fair in the circumstances, that I fill the space that was going free at the other end. Martin's pal Grant had just returned from the men's room and seemed pissed off to find some strange bloke crammed down the throat of the high-class slapper they had chosen to shag. 'Oi mate, don't you think you're muscling in here?' he asked, a touch aggressively.

'Look,' I grunted without breaking my stroke, 'a hot bitch like this needs more than two cocks to sort her out.' I had the bitch in question's face held flat against a table and was really slamming my dick into the back of her throat. 'There's room inside her for all of us.' He didn't argue, just whipped his own huge fuckstick out of his trousers and started taking turns with his friend screwing one or other of the woman's rear holes. Soon all three of us were skewering her, mouth, cunt and ass, working together with our trio of big dicks to give the slut the fucking she so richly deserved, before filling up her innards with three huge loads of boiling cum. Nice evening.

'You're a bunch of fucking bastards,' she scowled furiously, once we'd all drained ourselves inside her. This girl had obviously had a more thorough going-over than she'd been banking on.

'We know we are,' I said, swigging a beer with my new comrades. 'What's your point?'

Grant and Martin burst into loud mirth at this and figured from that moment onwards that I was a top-rate guy. We left and went to a local pub, where we sank a few pints and had a good laugh about fucking the posh slut. Grant was an investment banker, Martin an estate agent; they were both strapping lads, who played on the same five-a-side football team and regularly joined forces to roast hot women. Both well-endowed and with near-insatiable libidos they had created The Bitch-Tamers, an exclusive two-man club, which based on tonight's exploits and the impressive size and hard-thrusting performance of my cock they were ready to expand to three.

We had gone out on various mad sexpeditions since then, as well as regaling each other with our solo efforts. The guys enjoyed reading my porn fiction, but ribbed me that it was a poor substitute for carrying out the real thing. When I told them about Holly and let them read the story in which they so prominently featured, however, their reaction was much more enthusiastic. They liked my portrayal of them in the tale as a pair of pussy-drilling cock-heroes, feeling it was damned accurate. Any cynicism over Holly's true identity was laid to rest by the photos she'd sent me and my description of the web-cam evening. Their sense of excitement was palpable, although tinged with doubt that she would actually show up.

'You're meeting her here next Friday?' Martin repeated in awe, as we sat in The Five Bells early that week. 'The hot little madam in these photographs is going to be coming here in person...'

'Yes. For the express purpose of getting laid. Properly.'

'And the little tart dug all that filthy shit you wrote about her in your story,' said Grant, all but rubbing his hands together, so thrilled was he at the prospect.

'Fucking loved it,' I told him. 'Couldn't get enough. But here's the kicker...' They leant in, as I imparted the crucial information. 'As far as I can see she's a nice girl in everyday life. This is a big deal for her - it's her secret walk on the wild side.'

Martin broke into a broad grin. 'Well then let's make it wild for her.' He looked round at Grant, whose face was registering the same evil intentions, then back at me. 'What do you say we provide a little back-up?'

'Yeah, we've got to do this,' Grant put in, his eyes gleaming with the thought. 'If she says she's into all the nasty shit you write in your stories, then let's give it to her for real. She liked your Library fantasy - well let's give her the gangbang she's obviously looking for. It's what the little darling needs.'

I can't lie, I'd known when I told them that the guys would want to join in. Truth is, that's what I'd always secretly wanted. For pretty Holly to be stretched to her very limits. Literally. 'Well naturally I'm going to share my good luck with my friends,' I grinned back. 'But let me give her a good warm-up fuck to start with. Then when she thinks it's all over...'

'...The party's only starting,' Martin concluded, and we all laughed, raising glasses to the impending violation of Holly's sweet, young body.

What a week. What delicious anticipation. Five days of sudden-springing hard-ons every time I thought of what was in store for this girl. Exchange of Instant Messages every night just to keep her on edge and to fire up the burner of my own expectation.

Wickedjake: Little slut doesn't have to wait long to get what she needs...

I sprang this on her one evening when I saw her on-line.

HollyBookworm: I know. Only three more nights and your little slut will be there.

I could almost hear the catch in her breath as she wrote it.

Wickedjake: She's not going to run scared, now is she?

HollyBookworm: No Jake, she wouldn't do that! She'll be there like a good girl.

But when I phoned her the night before to finalise details, I could sense the apprehension that lay behind her on-line playfulness. This virtual sex-play was one thing; even exposing the intimacies of her body on web-cam had a sense of detachment about it. To actually submit herself in reality to a stranger, however, one who did not conceal the purity of his lustful motivation - that was giving her pause for thought. A little shrewd manipulation was called for to ensure that she did not back down. I adopted a kinder tone and explained that since we were meeting for a drink she would had ample time to see how she felt about it face-to-face. But I also explained softly that I would not be messed around; she had one chance to pursue her fantasy and prove to me that she could follow through. If she did not leave the bar with me that night, she would never know...

The suggestion was all it took to steel her resolve and early Friday evening I received a text notifying me that she was setting off in the car and would be joining me presently. How my cock grew with joy to read those words. I immediately notified Grant and Martin, so they could install themselves in The Five Bells and observe the initial meeting. Isn't it rich, Emily? Pretty Holly the Literature student driving herself into the middle of her own gang-fuck.

I was waiting at the bar in The Five Bells when she arrived; I could see her hovering uncertainly just inside the door, trying to pick me out. Instantly recognisable, even without a dildo crammed into her exposed cunt. She had, however, made herself over a little for her secret night of debauchery. Her shoulder-length fair hair had been shortened and styled into a sexy wet-look. The exotic green of her eyes, I saw, was brought out by densely mascara'd lashes and eye liner, her full mouth enhanced with a crimson lipstick. Males eyes were flicking her direction as she made her nervous way into the place, black mini-dress clinging to her svelte curves, its plunging V showing off her splendidly plumped-up cleavage. She was wandering unevenly in high-heels, as if unused to putting herself on display like this, and she was carrying a large, black shopping bag, the contents of which I could guess at. It had been part of our plan. My dick hoisted like a crane inside my pants, as soon as I saw her. Her reaction on seeing me was to hesitate just slightly, before walking over, eyes cast bashfully downwards.

'Holly, lovely to meet you.' I greeted her warmly, rising from my seat despite my inflating cock and kissing her on the cheek. 'You look even better than on-line.'

'Thanks.' She smiled falteringly and her whole body seemed to shudder slightly, as from a combination of thrilled excitement, embarrassment and downright terror. 'So do you, from your photo, I mean.' Her body language was at odds with the sexy outfit I had insisted she wear; this was a girl who knew she was out of her depth, no longer with the internet to provide safe distance between her and her fantasy scenario. She was putting herself into the hands of an internet pornographer, who had so far shown himself to be as sex-obsessed and ungentlemanly as the male characters in his stories. Someone for whom she had utterly demeaned herself on camera. I could tell at a glance that the sexual kink in her nature was at war with all her wiser instincts and made a quick decision to rework my persona a little before she bottled out of the encounter.

'Let me get you a drink. What'll you have?' I was the essence of politeness, as she seated herself opposite me an a bar stool, crossing her legs modestly, but failing to conceal a thrilling flash of thigh above her black stocking-tops. My dick stretched an inch longer at the sight, but I channelled all my concentration into putting her at her ease. No mean task. She sipped a white wine and I asked her about her trip, her day, her studies, anything to distract from the reason why she was there, i.e. to be soundly fucked by my horny self. I was affable, charming, civil, all the things I hadn't been in our virtual chats. Two glasses in and she finally began to shed some of her nerves, to laugh and flick her eyelashes and show a little of her flirty on-line spirit.

'Why don't we take this drinks somewhere a little more private?' I suggested. She blushed and almost dropped her glass, and I steadied her as we moved to a discreet corner table. Discreet but for the fact that Grant and Martin were huddled a few feet away at the adjoining table. I knew I could trust them to be clever, though. Once they saw Holly close up there was no way they would risk blowing the plan with some cheap piece of joking. They supped their pints and kept their heads low, their eyes glancing guardedly from time to time over her spectacular body. I knew they were imagining the rest of the night just as I was and the thought of what we would do to her swelled my cock till the skin stretched taut.

'Look,' I told Holly softly, as the conversation progressed, 'I write porn, I use fiction to explore all my crazy fantasies, you know?' I took her hand lightly under the table and held her nervous gaze with my own earnest one. 'And you've been exploring your fantasies by reading them, it's the same thing. And when we got together on-line it was fun to be those kinds of people for each other, right? Keep the fantasy going.'

'Right,' she said, and I could see a dawning of relief on her face.

'So you come here wondering if I'm going to be the same as in the story I wrote for you, or the person who made you - you know - do what you did in front of the camera.' She blushed beetroot. 'Which you did stunningly well, I might add.' At this she laughed, despite herself, and suddenly even that memory was okay. I grinned back at her. 'But at the end of the day we're both just ordinary people who've owned up to our wilder inner thoughts. It doesn't say everything about who we are, am I right?' She seemed to relax fully at last and I felt her hand squeeze mine. 'What I'm trying to say is, we can be relaxed about this - go back to mine, have another drink, take things slow and - well - not worry about whatever image we've been trying to live up to.'   

Holly broke into a beaming, soppy smile. 'Thanks, Jake, it's so good to hear you say that. I was so so nervous all today and driving down here I was thinking I was mad to go through with it. And - now I don't feel there's any reason to be nervous at all.'

'No, there's not,' I said in a sincere tone, delighted at how she had accepted every word of my ALB. That's Absolute Lying Bullshit. Now she was going to come serenely back to my place, where she would be given the most incredible reaming in the history of sex. What a fucking result! 'Look, let's drink up and go explore what the night has to offer.'

'What does it have to offer?' she asked with a coquettish look. In answer

I guided her hand to the leg of my trousers, never breaking eye contact, so she could feel what was snaking down it from my crotch. She gasped in astonishment, as her slender hand fitting around my uncoiled python. 'Oh my God!' Her breath caught, but rather than pulled her hand away she ran it up and down the bulged fabric of my trousers, exploring the whole concealed length. 'You're - you're huge...' The words died in her throat.

'When we get to my apartment I'll let you feel how huge,' I said, and she just stared back in wonder. 'But don't worry. I promise we'll take things slow.'

'Just - just give me a minute. I have to use the bathroom, then we can go.' She held my gaze for several moments, as if she did not know whether to throw herself at me or flee. Then she headed off to the ladies' room, leaving her bag beside me on the chair. I turned to my two buddies once she had gone and found them both staring after her in a lustful trance.

'So, you both up for a piece of that?' My own blood-gorged member was straining against my flies, as I thought of getting inside Holly.

'Fucking hell,' Martin breathed, still looking where she had disappeared. 'I never actually thought you'd get her to come here. I'm going to fuck that girl so hard, she won't be able to walk for days...'

'Too right,' said Grant. 'I've got one huge fucking hard-on to share with that little honey. She's not going to remember her own name when I've finished with her.'

Now these are two hard-shagging sex-junkies, but I swear I'd never seen them as pumped as this. Holly's nervous innocence, along with their inside knowledge of her slutty fantasies, was driving them over the edge. This girl was in for one hell of a night and the certainty of it fed into my own wildly escalating desire. 'Okay,' I told them, 'I'll take her back to mine and give her a good, hard poke to warm her up.'




No Mercy Ch. 01



'Right,' said Grant with a mean-spirited grin. 'Then give us the signal, so we can come in and give her a proper fucking.' Martin laughed along with him.

'Oh yeah?' I wasn't taking that lying down. 'Well let's just see who fucks her the hardest out of the three of us. Let's see who can make her scream the most.'

'I'll take that challenge,' replied Grant and this time we all grinned. A bit of competitive spirit would have major hard-pounding consequences for Holly.

By the time our clueless quarry had returned from the ladies' room we had all returned to our prior positions. Holly had no idea that three huge poles were now erected in her honour, poles that would soon be put to serious use on her. 'Shall we go?' I asked, my calm masking the sheer extent to which I craved her body, and she nodded, coyly biting her lip. 'Here's your bag. You really don't want to forget that.'

'No, I don't,' she said, giggling a little as she took it from me, and we made for the door, my gaze fixed on her ass, my cock rock-hard and ready. I could sense Grant and Martin staring at her as well, eyeballing the future receptacle of all our lust. But I would get a head start.

I drove us both over to my apartment, having convinced Holly she would be over the limit and in no state to drive. I had been all concern and managed to override her good sense with my smooth-talking. Now she was in my car, being ferried to where she would be more soundly banged than she had ever believed would happen in her life. The Friday night traffic had kicked in and it drove me half-insane. I was burning up with my sex-urge at every traffic light tailback like I was going to spontaneously combust. I wanted to hit the emergency lights, fling back the passenger seat and bone Holly right there in the car. Instead I reached across, caressed her thigh above the stocking top with my left hand and breathed long and deep, reigning in my galloping desire. I would just have to fuck her all the harder when we were finally alone. 'Not long now,' I told her softly, like I was going to make the tenderest love to her, and she leant over to kiss my face. Christ - she thought she knew what she was in for, but she had no idea.

It took a cock-torturing half hour to get the few miles to my apartment block, by which time I felt like Mount fucking Etna pre-eruption. Rather than drag Holly out of the car and turn her over the car bonnet so I could shaft her from behind in the parking garage, however, I ushered her out like a perfect gentleman and escorted her upstairs to floor four. It took all my effort not to start rubbing myself through my trousers. The keys rattled in the lock and I tried to stop my shaking hand from giving away the heights to which my libido was soaring. I flashed Holly a reassuring smile and she responded glowingly. All I had to do was get her through the door, then this bollocks of treating her sensitively could be dispensed with. Finally the entrance swung open, so I could guide her gently inside and shut the door firmly behind us, the sexual jubilation singing in my head. As she looked around at the living-room, I took off my jacket and slung it aside in preparation. This beautiful bitch and her hot ass were mine.

I grabbed Holly by the arm and swung her round to face me, so that her bag went spilling on to the floor. Then I pulled her body into my own with both hands and planted my mouth on hers like I was going to suck the air out of her lungs. She resisted for the slightest moment out of sheer surprise, then took hold of me and kissed back, so that our tongues writhed in union like two mating snakes, our bodies mashed tight together. I broke from her lips and clamped my mouth hard to her neck, sucking and licking and biting, drawing from her a gasp of either alarm or desire. My hands searched possessively over her back and down to her ass, then they welded themselves to her lovely round buttocks, so she could feel my gargantuan cock wedged up against her. I kissed her again like I was ready to devour her, then grabbed the thin shoulder straps of her dress and ripped the garment down to her waist, exposing her bra-encased tits and flat stomach.

She gave a loud gasp and her wide, green eyes appealed to me for restraint. 'I thought we were going to take things slow!'

'Fuck that, sweetheart. Let's get back to plan A.' I was going full throttle and no way was I putting the brakes on. Evan as I spoke my fingers were tearing loose the clasp of her gauzy, half-cup brassiere and ripping the flimsy garment free of her boobs, making them bounce before my feasting eyes like ripe grapefruit. I seized those beautiful puppies with both hands and felt her bullet-hard nipples beneath my palms; felt them as I gave her swollen mammaries a good, hard grope like I owned them. I'd waited for this and Christ, was I going to enjoy it.

Holly was nearly wilting in shock as my hands explored her supple tit-flesh. 'God, your breasts are fucking gorgeous,' I told her, before diving for her chest and sucking one erect nipple into my mouth. I fed on her, one hand still clutching her other breast like it was moulding clay. With my free hand I wrenched up the rear hem of her dress and clutched at her bare ass. She was making fearful yet compliant little noises, as I molested her. The overall effect was making my cock so hard it almost hurt. Shit, I wanted relief like never before in my life and she was going to provide it. I released her spit-soaked nipple and with both hands shoved her down on to her knees.

'God, what are you doing?' cried out a startled Holly.

I was already wrenching at my belt loose and tearing open my trousers to let myself out. 'What do you think I'm doing? Getting you ready to do your job.' Holly the Good Girl was suddenly getting the better of Holly the Would-be Slut; she tried to climb from the floor, but I clapped a hand to her shoulder and kept her in place. 'Stay right where you are. You're here to suck cock and that's just what you're going to fucking do.' I ripped my shorts down and brought her nose to bulging tip with my handsome fuck-tool. 'Now get busy.'

Holly instinctively shied away, and little wonder, Emily, my erect flagpole takes a whole lot of reckoning with. Reckoning that she was going to do. I grabbed her hand and slapped it to my cast iron shaft, then keeping hold of her I made her jerk it, right in front of her awe-struck face. A moment later and she was doing it all by herself, wanking my big length in astonished fascination. I can hardly tell you how great it felt, the friction of that smooth, feminine hand all over my masculinity. And what I made her do next felt even better. Taking her by the back of the head I pushed her bright red lips right up against the head of my cock. She knew she had no choice even if she'd wanted one. Her mouth opened wide and she took me right in, swallowing up my knob-end and starting to suck.

My whole body shuddered with pleasure at finally having the end of my dick inside Holly's hot, pretty mouth. It looked great too - having the sweet girl from the original photograph tarted up and on her knees, lips stretched into a wide, crimson O around my thick meat, green eyes staring up at me in astonishment at the situation in which she found herself. Half-stripped and sucking the cock of a virtual stranger. Only she was sucking it tamely, sucking it like the nice girl she was - like she'd sucked the dildo on web-cam. I'm not knocking it - feeling Holly inhale several inches of me into her mouth and earnestly apply that wet suction to my dick-flesh felt bloody good. But not good enough for the mood I was in.

I took hold of her head and began to press further thick inches into her mouth, but I could only get so far due to her self-protecting grip on the base of my dick. So I prised her hand away from my ball-sac to free up my full length. 'Hold your hands behind your back,' I told her, but she hesitated, big eyes staring up at me beseechingly, mouth still full of my expansive meat. 'Do it Holly, get your hands behind your back!' She obeyed this time, in full knowledge of why she was doing it, and I took immediate advantage. Gripping her head with both hands I plunged the rest of my cock past her defenceless lips and right down her tight throat. Her eyes bulged with astonishment, as my balls slapped into her chin, my nine-inch salami cramming her gorge. Fuck, it felt so good being swallowed up inside her. 'Keep your hands where they are,' I ordered, seeing her pretty arms start to move reflexively out of their passive position. I held her there a moment longer, then withdrew suddenly, letting her splutter and cough, her saliva dangling beautifully from the end of my upward-springing rod. Then I force-fed her again and slammed myself back inside like a greased, iron bolt, pushing her face right into my stomach so that her throat was maxed out with hard cock. This time I started actively pumping her, each fierce thrust ramming my knob-end deep into her clenching vocal tract. She was making extravagant gurgling noises in the back of her helpless throat and her airway was clutching me like I was deep inside a spasming cunt. How fucking great was this? When I pulled out this time, every inch of me was dripping, a great net of drool expanding between her lips and my cock-head, till its weight pulled it splattering down all over her naked tits.

My raging member was swaying before her face, demanding further stimulation. I ripped off my T-shirt, then the rest of my clothes, as my bewildered fuck-slave knelt before me, red-faced and panting. She was no longer in any doubt about the type of full-on hammering she was going to receive from my rampaging dick. As soon as I was naked I knelt down and pushed her on to her back, then I wrenched her crumpled dress down from under her ass and tore it free of her body, leaving her in stockings, heels and panties. I straddled her stomach and directed my still spit-soaked cock between her chest's firm mounds. 'Go on, push your breasts together, let's see you give me a good tit-fuck.' Holly was into the groove now - she knew what she had set herself up for, with me at least - and piled together her soft boobs into a pointy-nippled mountain, so my big-boy could thrust between them. She lifted her head and gazed, as my slippery weapon speared repeatedly through her breasts' sweaty channel, flinching each time the end of my extension rammed itself under her nose. 'Go on, lick that big dick,' I urged her, and she began flicking her tongue over the pre-cum-oozing end of my hard shlong each time it surged up at her. I fastened my hands on her shoulders and stared down at the fabulous sight my raging, blood-pumped cock shafting its way aggressively between her lovely tits, as she tried vainly to tame it with her pointy little tongue. 'That's it, Holly, that's it! Keep it tight! This cock's going to sort you out the way you need!'

I slammed upwards with one particularly vigorous thrust that butted the tip of her nose, then decided I just had to plug her orally where she lay. Squatting over her chest, I aimed my wood downwards at her vulnerable mouth. 'Open wide!' I told her, feeling like an evil dentist.

'Please...' she began to beg, and that gave me all the opportunity I needed to commence my depth-charge. The veins in my cock were standing out thick, as I stuffed myself into that gaping mouth. What a filthy fucking joy it was to see how much hard meat I could pack into her throat's tight cavity, as she lay there on the carpet. I was propping myself up with one arm beyond her head, my other hand grabbing one of her breasts, as I fed her my erection. I could only get so far, try as I did several times to force all of my generous male endowment down her gullet. Her lips were frothing round my working shaft, the eyes rolling in her head from sheer effort at trying to take me. I knew what I had to do.

Grabbing her head with both hands, I dragged her up on to me, forcing her to take the remaining length. Her mouth stretched impossibly wide around the stout base of my dick, as her throat was filled with my huge, hard nine. Now I had this sweet little number right where I wanted her, and weaving my fingers tight into her wet-style hair, I made sure she stayed there, as if her lips were super-glued to the root of my shaft. Then I stood up in a swift, single move, hauling her into a cock-crammed kneeling position. Boy was she surprised. From there I began a reverse action to the sofa, Holly still fitted firmly about me. She had to shuffle on her knees to keep from dragging, filled up all the while with the demanding proportions of my throat-gorging rod. Only when I arrived at the sofa did I release her, pulling myself from her mouth with a long, wet 'shlooook'. A further net of drool splattered all over her chin, tits and stomach as she knelt there, disoriented and gasping for air. I took myself in hand and rubbed my hard, saliva-glazed cock all over her pretty face, then made her suck on my balls, my great weapon spearing upwards before her eyes. My sac was a boiling reservoir of cum and I knew then that it was time. Time to power-fuck this hot bitch's cunt till I reached what would could only be an epic conclusion. Reaching down I grabbed her legs and pulled upwards, tilting her sprawling body backwards on to the sofa cushions.

There was a look of disbelief on Holly's messed-up face, but the nipples on her big bosoms were sticking out like press-studs and the semi-transparent black material of her sexy little panties was dark around the crotch, as if saturated with her moisture. So was she secretly thrilled to find herself in the middle of her fantasy, or was she more scared and confused? I'd have stopped to ask if I'd given a fuck. I wrenched the knicker material to one side, exposing the pink, oyster-like folds of her cunt, and then thrust in three fingers, making her squeal. I could feel her liquid snatch gurgling about my fingertips; she was juicy as an over-ripe peach. So this shit really did arouse the hell out of her. All the better for me; it would take a lot of natural lube to get me all inside her. I frigged her briskly for a while as she writhed and groaned there on the sofa, then slid my soaking fingers out and prised them into her babbling mouth, so she could suck them clean of her own lustful secretions. 'Okay, sweetheart - let's remind you how to take a cock.'

She gasped as I took hold of her panties and ripped them from her fine ass right down to her knees. My angry cock was rearing high above her like a vengeful beast, and she released a piteous moan at the sight. She knew she was about to receive its full wrath and there was fuck all she could do about it. I always love it, Emily, that moment just before the plunge, when a girl has to brace herself in the knowledge of how much bone-hard fuck-flesh is about to be packed inside her. And when the girl is nice-as-pie like Holly, well that's a very special treat. I grabbed those legs and swung her right back, so that her knicker-strung knees were pressed right up against her big, cushioning tits. The creases of her pussy were glistening below me invitingly and I climbed on to her, directing my cock-missile downwards, pushing the rampantly engorged spearhead to her dripping entrance. Then wrapping my arms around her thighs I gritted my teeth and unleashed one hell of a depth-charge - one that made that cute bitch scream.

Even with serious thrust and the wetness of her helpless cunt, I only got about two thirds of myself inside her. So I pulled out to the tip and drove in again harder, opening her up and forcing home an extra inch, so that she howled even more impressively that the first time. Christ, this tight snatch was going to take some effort, but shit - that's the kind of work I like. Gripping Holly's slender calves, I charged in, harder and deeper on each determined thrust, on a mission to fit my diving weapon fully inside her. Her stretched cunt-walls squelched, as I sawed back and forth on my journey to her innermost depths. Her lungs were being given a powerful work-out along with her pussy and each time she wailed it just excited and hardened me all the more. 'Come on, Holly, take it all,' I was snarling, as I build towards a glorious rage of lust. 'Take it like a good bitch! Take it to the fucking balls!' And finally she did, her gorgeous, young fuck-hole slurping round every inch of me, as my tight bollocks slammed into her upturned bum-cheeks. My cock felt like it had come home.

This was the 'warm-up fuck' I had told Grant and Martin that Holly would receive, but it was already the most extreme going-over she had ever been subjected to, of that I had no doubt. I wondered, as I delivered stroke after furious stroke, how good a drilling her English teacher had given her in their encounters years before. Even as I thanked that randy bastard for introducing his student to hard sex, I swore I would replace him in her memory as the man who gave her the most deranged pounding of her life. Now that it had sufficient room inside her, my power-thrusting tool continued to assault her, stretching back the tight elastic of her cunt on every individual shafting. My loins smacked soundly against hers, my whole body starting to sweat as I worked her.

She was moaning now, moaning like a demented bitch, her head flung back on one of the sofa cushions and her mountainous chest heaving under me, as she fully responded to the fucking. 'Oh gggodddd - oh gggodddd - oh ffffuckkkkkk...' The girl obviously couldn't help it; before she had ever met me some nympho tendency had been awakened deep within all that sweetness, one that had spoiled her for life. She could only ever be satisfied by some big dick brutally ravishing her. And that made her prey to a sick bastard like me, one who would just use all her holes till he was done. Her cunt was sopping with desire now, her moans rising in pitch, and suddenly she was over the edge, thrashing beneath me on the sofa, her pussy contracting tight, as she came all over my straining, driving, ravishing cock. Which only made me bang her harder...

Ohhhhhhh fuck, this was good - this was so much better than good. Inside Holly's tight, secret wetness I had found my own road to orgasmic nirvana, and I was going to reach my destination really soon. 'This what you've been waiting for, Holly? This what you've been waiting for, you slutty bitch? Was it worth the fucking wait? 'Cos it sure as hell was worth it for me!' I steamed into her and screwed her till her teeth rattled and her bones shook. Screwed her till I was knew I was going to blow my wad.

'Oh shit, Holly, here I fucking go!' The firing mechanism was already operating, as I pulled my big dick all the way out of her sucking fuck-hole and scrambled over her on to the sofa, searching for her mouth. This bitch was going to drink everything I had. 'Open wide!' I shouted with that unique, crazed urgency - the urgency of a man about to seriously unload his balls. And as I shouted I shoved my livid, spasming weapon right in her face. 'Open wide and start sucking!' She gobbled me up just in time. My cock exploded like a burst fire hydrant and began hosing down her throat. Jesus, Emily, there aren't words to describe how fucking fabulous that moment was; it felt like great gallons of jism were gushing from my body right into this beautiful girl...

'Ohhhhhhhh fffffuckkkk!!!' I was gripping Holly's shoulders to control my body's frantic bucking, as she sucked desperately on my spewing sperm-gun, trying to drink me down. I was off-loading too much ball-juice too fast, however, and she began to choke on my salty, mouth-filling inundation. She pulled away, coughing and spitting semen, so that it splattered all over her chin and neck, and all the while I continued to empty. Her perfect features now took the full force of my unstoppable, high-velocity cum-cannon. Five, six jets of sticky, hot man-cream blasted her shocked face, thick droplets ricocheting everywhere. She gave little feminine squeals on every impact, as if she were too sweet to be bombarded with this nasty, male fuck-juice. Too sweet to be rendered my spluttering, dripping cum-whore. The final few shots left my body, their gradually decreasing arc sending them splashing on to the little darling's tits and stomach, and - for the moment at least - I was done. I let go her shoulders and leaned back into the sofa, basking in the immediate satisfaction of my need and gazing upon my artwork.




No Mercy Ch. 01



What a fucking mess Holly was. Sweat and running mascara had been overlaid with dense, white goo. A thick crest of spunk dripped from her forehead down her nose. One eye was trying to prise itself open from the glue that had sealed down its lashes. Her mouth was bubbling with the stuff and great jellied gobs of it dangled from her chin. She was the picture of cum-splattered indignity. And my dick had done it all.

'Suck me clean,' I told her, and before she had a chance to wipe any semen from her face, I pushed my cum-glazed cock-head back into her mouth. She knew all too well what was expected and acted accordingly, licking up all the goodness from my still-enlarged member. 'Keep going. Mop up all that spunk like a good slut and then get me hard again.' I let her guzzle at her leisure and saw, as she lapped about me, that the phone on the sofa side-table was in reaching distance. Perfect. Placing a steadying hand on her busy head, I reached over, picked up the receiver and stabbed out eleven digits. Martin's mobile number. I let it ring three times, knowing he'd be seeing my caller ID, then set the receiver quietly down. Holly hadn't noticed a thing, so busy was she reactivating my prick. The planned signal had been sent and her double-surprise was no doubt on the way - both guys would probably be sprinting, it occurred to me in amusement, although the presumably swollen condition of their cocks would constrict their running.

I disengaged my own nicely re-stiffening member from Holly's mouth and climbed off her, nestling up close on the sofa. She seemed relieved by the break and sat up, panting heavily and scooping sperm from her right eye, so she could see properly once more. 'Can I go and get a towel?' she asked meekly, plucking at the knickers still strung around her knees with the hand that wasn't semen-smeared.

'No,' I told her, stroking her hair, and she stared back at me sorrowfully. 'You can clean up later. I like your pretty face all plastered with my cum. I like you wearing me. Now lick your fingers clean and leave the rest. You came here to be my slut and you're going to play that role to the full. Understand?' She nodded silently, and as I guided her hand to her mouth, sucked her fingers free of my congealing essence. 'And we both know you enjoyed everything that I just did to you. We both know you fucking loved it, right?'

Once again she nodded, this time with the trace of a forlorn, guilty sense of pleasure. 'Yes... Yes, I did...'

The loud knocking on the apartment door made her jump with fright. She made an instinctive move as if to cover her breasts and pussy, then seemed to relax into the thought that I surely wasn't going to invite anyone in. That was until she saw the smile on my face. I'm sure, Emily, that I was looking terribly pleased with myself. 'Go answer it, Holly,' I said quietly. 'It's for you.'

TO BE CONTINUED

ALL FEEDBACK APPRECIATED



No Mercy Ch. 02



Naïve Holly has been lured into an evening of hard fucking, as a result of communicating with her favourite on-line sex-writer and arranging a date. She has already been boned by the author, and may soon have to cope with the attentions of his two lustful friends... 

Holly looked at me uncomprehendingly, blinking through the glutinous coating of spunk that adorned her face. 'Go on,' I told her. 'I've arranged some extra guests.'

The truth seemed to dawn on her and she began to splutter in astonishment. 'But...but I can't... You didn't say...'

'Come on Holly. Don't you want to know what's waiting the other side of the door?'

She was openly panicking by now. 'Jake, please! Not like this! Not with... I thought it was just going to be us! Who is it out there?'

'You remember the guys sitting just across from us at the pub?' I knew she would, she had noticed the two good-looking bastards checking her out, even when she'd been pre-occupied with me. I got to my feet and strode over to where Holly's bag lay, while continuing to speak. 'Now I know that a part of you is intrigued. A part of you wants to live out your whole fantasy. You know? The one I wrote for you?' Reaching into the bag I produced the item which I had insisted she bring - the great, synthetic cock she had inserted into herself during her web-show. '...Of course I could just send them away. There's plenty of fun you, I and your ass could have along with this. But I think you'd like more than that. Another loud knock sounded on the door. 'So this is your chance, Holly. Tell me what it's going to be. Shall I answer the door and disappoint them, or shall you go?' 

She gazed at me, her pretty eyes wide with the choice that had just been presented her. I could almost hear her heart thump as fear and fascinated desire wrestled within her. Dare she give herself up to this? Shouldn't she just plead that I send the interlopers away? Somehow I had never doubted her choice she would make by this stage. I had depended on it and she didn't let me down. I looked on in new excitement as Holly rose shakily from the sofa, her wary, conflicted face still slimed with thick cum-custard. She dragged her panties up from her knees to cover her dripping cunt, for what paltry modesty that would provide her. I let her do it - once the guys entered the room those panties wouldn't stay on long anyway and it would be fun seeing them ripped off. Then she kicked herself free of her heels to keep from stumbling, so wobbly were her legs. Lustful joy welled up from my balls to the head of my cock at the sight of her going to the door - the pretty English student and part-time Librarian, now looking like the sluttiest whore in the country. And about to meet two of the filthiest fuckers on the entire planet. She opened the door in an advanced state of trepidation - one that was truly warranted - and offered herself up to her darkest fantasy. It was Holly's time to meet the Bitch-Tamers. 

Grant and Martin were stunned by the sight of their hostess for the evening. I wish you could have seen the looks on their already expectant faces, Emily, as they set eyes on Holly's spunk-frosted visage and the inflated tits that thrust out from her slender body. Even these experienced, horny guys couldn't believe their luck. This hapless girl stood in hold-ups and tiny panties before their combined masculine bulk for a split second, then both men burst into raunchy, raucous laughter.

'Fuck! Now that's what I call a welcome!' 

'Looks like the party started without us, sweetheart! You been helping yourself to the buffet?'

Holly stumbled backwards, as if rebuffed by the sheer force of testosterone issuing into the room. Then Grant and Martin piled in for real, slamming the door behind them and taking control of their new plaything without as much as a 'How are you?' 

'Just what I like,' said Grant, with lusty enthusiasm, 'a skinny girl with big tits. Come with me, darlin'.' He seized hold of her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, like they were two cherries; then he backed across the room towards the sofa, tugging her after him by her hard little points, her firm breasts stretched out in front of her elastically. She gasped, either at the soreness to her tits or the indignity being perpetrated on her by this horny stranger - probably at both. The stranger in question had only just brought her to a stop, when Martin strode up behind her and clapped his big soccer goalkeeper's hands to the cheeks of her negligibly clad bottom, making her squeal.

'Got a nice bit of meat on her ass as well,' he observed, squeezing her buttocks as if sampling watermelons at a stall. Grant gave her similar treatment from the front, mashing her ample tits in a possessive double-grip. Had she met either of these guys in different circumstances, she might have been single-minded about such an encounter. Both were robustly athletic, trained-up not for idle male vanity, but for their twin favourite pursuits of sport and sex. Grant was a good six foot tall with wavy fair hair, Martin not quite so tall, but with a hard, lean physique, his hair close-cropped and dark, showing off to good effect his angular features. Holly could conceivably have been flattered by their attentions had either approached her in a bar or at her work. But here they were, hemming in her near naked form like a pair of jackals. Not having troubled themselves with getting to know her, they groped her shamelessly and leered at her exposed body. Her face showed mortified astonishment certainly, but also the most intense arousal. I looked on with relish at the developing situation. Holly's body was getting with the program already. All her most whorish impulses were starting to take control of her.

'Oh God...oh God...Boys, what are you...?' she moaned, unable to complete the redundant question. She glanced around to me as though for some sort of reassurnace, but I was already pressing into her from behind, so that my resurrected boner slapped between her buttocks. She stared at me with a flushed sense of wonder, before I pinned her wrists behind her back with one hand.

'Sorry, I didn't make any introductions,' I said, grinning. 'Lads, this is Holly. She's one hell of a good fuck and a cock-sucking little whore into the bargain. Want to demonstrate, Holly?' I thrust her own dildo into her hand and she stared at it in momentary confusion. 'Go on, Holly, show the guys here how you're going to go down on them. And none of that lightweight shit from the web-cam. Do it properly.' She stared at me meekly, as if searching for compassion. I showed her the merest trace. (Lust and compassion don't hang out much.) 'You'll feel slutty and sore when we're done with you,' I told her, 'but it won't be in any way that you don't fucking love. Now go on - get that dildo down your throat.' 

What could she do, Emily? This bright girl had known she was committed from the moment she let these guys in. She opened up and in full view of her fixated audience shoved the fake erection past her lips and to the back of her mouth. 'Further, Holly. Go on, take that cock like the hot bitch I know you are. Don't be coy for the guys here - they know a slut when they see one. Go on, swallow that fucker.' You could see her bracing herself, before pushing the big rubber dick right down her neck and then shunting it in and out, making an obscene 'glug-glug-glug' in the back of her throat. I'm sure she couldn't believe what depths she was reaching, what she was becoming before our eyes. If Grant and Martin had been hard before, they were probably ready to explode out of their shorts by now. I could see in their evil-glinting eyes how much they wanted to stuff themselves where that dildo was. 'Okay, that'll do,' I said after a protracted moment of Holly's self-inflicted oral abuse, and she dragged the synthetic fuck-rod out of her mouth with a squelch. I took it and threw it aside. 'There you are lads. Think this little honey can service you the way you need?'

'Fucking right she can.' The brief floor-show over, they both instantly started to undress, Grant speaking for both of them. 'We're going to make real use of her services.'

'Oh yeah,' Martin added. 'Brace yourself, girlie, 'cos we're going to fuck you raw.'

'By the way, Holly,' I said, having taken tight hold of her again, 'very rude of me. This is Grant and this is Martin. Their names ring any bells?'

The panting Holly could only stare on in fear and wonder, as her two strapping new acquaintances stripped in front of her, staring at her body all the while. They were tearing themselves free of shirts, shoes and trousers, eyes ablaze with animal lust. She seemed to know, from the way her body stiffened, just who she was dealing with, but if she were in any doubt I cleared it up for her. 'They're the guys I wrote about, Holly. And they fuck just like they did in the story.'

'No we don't,' said Martin, chucking his trousers aside. 'He sold us short. We fuck way harder.' I could feel Holly trembling in my grip, and she hadn't even seen these guys' tackle yet. For an instant it was all straining within their shorts, then they both tore off their final pieces of clothing and two almighty totem-poles sprang free. Totem-poles this girl would be made to worship. Both men advanced on the object of their lust, stroking their huge, ridged slabs of meat like the UK Olympic Fuck Squad. And they were about to deliver one world-class fucking.

'You don't have to read that story any more,' I said in her ear. 'You're in it.' She knew it was true and the look of appalled, scared desire on her stunned face was priceless. 

The guys closed in on either side of her, fondling a breast each, their hard-ons brushing against her thighs. 'Okay, Holly,' said Grant, his tone deadly serious, 'your friend 'Jake' here tells us you're trying to get in touch with your inner whore. Well we're here to fuck the nice girl right out of you. We're going to screw you senseless and when you've had enough we're just going to give you more. You're in for a long, hard night, sweetie, and by the end of it all you'll be in this world is our bitch. Now are you fine with that plan?'

She could hardly produce a sound, but eventually she forced the breathy squeak out of her mouth. 'Yeah - yeah, it's what I want...'

'Shit,' Martin whispered in awe, 'the things we're going to do to you...' I was marvelling too, marvelling at how outstandingly things were shaping up. Even by our own standards this was going to be one twisted fucking evening. None of could have gone back if we'd tried, so crazy-hard were our cocks. But we still clear-headed enough to take our time and enjoy our lust-object's flushed, turned-on confusion.

As if on some hidden cue Grant and Martin grabbed Holly's panties at the hips and tugged hard, snapping the elastic on both sides, so that the scant piece of clothing fell away. It stuck slightly to her wet snatch before falling. Martin thrust his fingers between her legs and explored her pussy for moisture, while Grant pressed his massive spearhead up against her bum cheek and played roughly with one of her breasts, slapping it and pinching at her erect nipple. 'God, she's wetter than a weekend in Margate,' said Martin, and to prove it he shoved his cunt-soaked fingers into her shocked mouth. 'There - suck on your own juice, darling, you weren't joking - you're loving every second of this.'

'We'll make her fucking love it even more,' affirmed Grant. 'Let's see how you taste, sweetheart.' He sank to his knees, clasped both hands to Holly's buttocks and pulled her into his face, so that he could gorge himself on her cunt. She cried out and her knees buckled, so I supported her from behind by grabbing her boobs and holding on hard to those big handfuls. Martin was sucking on her neck, his mouth making its ravenous way upwards towards her face. Then he halted.

'Jake, go get something to clean her up. I don't want to suck your cream off her face.'

'I'm on it.' I let go Holly's fabulous knockers, enabling Martin to have a good feel at them, and went searching hastily in the kitchen, not wanting to miss an instant of the hot action. A bottle of sparkling water was the first thing I laid a hand to. By the time I returned, my huge erection pointing the way before me, the scene had changed. It was Holly who was on her knees now, with the boys standing before her, her hands wrapped around huge twin columns of petrified oak. I imagined that they had given her some quick training and encouragement, for she was seriously wanking the great fuck-poles from base to tip and by their facial expressions Grant and Martin were feeling the benefit. Holly's face wore the earnest look of a girl who was fast learning her place. There was intense excitement there by now, at being made to masturbate those two big cocks. I yanked her head back by the hair and doused her from my bottle, making her gasp as the mineral water fizzed all over her screwed-up features. It spilled over her chin and ran in rivulets down between her breasts. 

'Give me the bottle.' It was Grant. I handed him the container and he made Holly take a huge, cheek-swelling mouthful. 'Okay, now hold that in your mouth and suck on my cock.' He fed several inches of fat pole into her face, so that liquid rolled down the shaft to soak his balls. Then he pumped in and out of her gurgling mouth, grunting his approval of the various sensations on his dick. 'Nice,' he said hoarsely, as he withdrew. 'You want to try that, boys.' We both did, Martin immediately taking his turn. He refilled Holly, first from the bottle, then with his mammoth cock, and treating himself to a sparkling, watery bout of face fucking. I took my turn enthusiastically, topping up my gorgeous receptacle and plunging my own sturdy member into her fizzing oral cavity. Her mouth was hot as before, and now I had a thousand carbon bubbles exploding all over my glans, reinforcing my cock's marble hardness inside her.

'Okay, don't hog her throat,' complained Martin, as I got carried away and started diving my way to depths that had her gagging. 'You've already got yourself off once.'

'Too right,' added Grant just as heatedly, as I reluctantly passed Holly over to my friends. 'We need the use of this bitch.'

No shit they needed her. Turn about they grabbed her head with a two-handed grip. Turn about they inserted their cock-heads, each one the size of a small, juice-crammed orange, and assaulted her throat with the full length of their colossal fuck-sticks. What a great sight to watch. That sweet face, mouth stretched till her jaw was near breaking point, swallowing all that stiff, pounding meat like a yawning tunnel taking in a high-speed train. They kept swapping her, one jerking his saliva-soaked cock, while the other skull-fucked her, gripping her head at the back and banging it furiously down on to his throat-clogging masculinity. Her eyes bulged at the amount of dick she was consuming and at how fucking hard she was being made to take it. As for the guys...they were going nuts. 'That's it, suck on this you little tart! You wanted it, now fucking take it!'

'You think you're getting fucked now, Holly? You think so? Ohhhh fffuck - we're only getting started!'

They stood close in, either side of her face, and took turns thrusting their meat-swords into the sides of her mouth, distorting her cheeks with their huge volume, before they twanged free, wet and quivering from each fresh oral invasion. From there they gripped their great swaying lengths at the base and set about slapping them against Holly's cheeks and mouth. It was too much just to watch. I pulled her head back so I could join in, whacking my own hefty bratwurst repeatedly against her forehead and pretty nose. The sweet Librarian could only lie back and let it happen - let three obscenely engorged male sexes slap all over her delectable face. Let herself be submerged in a seething vat of male lust as she had so often fantasised.

And then the vat really began to boil over. The madness took Martin first. Grabbing Holly by the arm, he flung her sprawling to the sofa on all fours. Then he wrenched her legs apart, exposing her visibly wet cunt and tightly puckered asshole. Before she could react, he was behind her, his angry cock lined up against her messy entrance like a pool cue about to make its strike. He claimed her waist with both hands, then every muscle in his body seemed to tighten, just before a single, liquid motion sank his nine inches deep into Holly. Her body lurched forward and she screamed, as Martin's loins slammed her ass cheeks, his big dick filling her as completely as mine had done. 'Nice work,' he grunted at me, from his position stuffed inside her, 'you got this bitch good and ready.' Then he arched back his hips and surged back in so hard her entire body quaked at the impact. 

That was how he started. Martin worked his way up through the gears like a road racer, a grimace of near-demonic lust etched on his face, until he was pounding her in a reckless fury. The smack and squelch of hard cock fucking tight, juicy cunt echoed loudly around the room, as did Holly's impassioned yells. 'Ohhh God, ohhhh fuck...'

'You like that, Holly?'

'Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah, don't stop... don't stop...'

She needn't have worried. The flesh of the girl's slender body rippled at each thrust, her firm breasts swinging pendulously, as the ever-loving fuck-session of her young life continued. Martin clapped a hand to her shoulder and held her in place, so he could rule her utterly with his rod of iron. 

Grant and I had been spectating avidly, urging our comrade on to greater heights of decadence: 'Go on, pound the shit out of her, she fucking loves it! Give it to her!' Then Grant could look on no longer. 'Fuck this, I see an end needs filling.' Holly's mouth was already open from her wails. Her eyes almost popped out on stalks when she saw Grant's massive manhood looming into view, but he had grabbed her hair and plugged her face before she could consider it any further. Martin had slowed momentarily so his friend could accommodate himself at the girl's other end, but now he ploughed into her pussy again, each crazed thrust driving her throat further on to Grant's great column. When she was skewered like a shish kebab between the two of them, they both began pulling halfway out and steaming back in again to the balls, fucking her like a piece of meat. I stood wanking myself hard at the mind-blowing sight, knowing that I would be back inside her tight body before long, using her just as nastily, making her take it just as fucking hard.

'Right, give her to me!' It was Grant, pulling his slick, springing thickness out of Holly's gorge, so he could work his next move. Martin obliged, such was the radar between them when using a woman's body. He knew he'd get more in due course. What happened next needed to be seen to be believed. Grant seized Holly by her trim waist and pulled her already exhausted body along with him to one of the dining area's upright chairs. 

Still clinging to her, he seated himself so that his dick aimed at the ceiling like a thick exclamation mark. His fingers tightened like iron hoops around her middle and employing every ounce of his athlete's strength he heaved her bodily from the ground, hoisting her so that her sodden cunt-hole was directly above his vertically pointing prick; then he slammed her down on to himself, so that she was stuck there, impaled and screaming - firmly spiked on his great up-thrust.

'Ohhhh Goddddddd, ohhhhh fffffuckkkk, it's so big!!!' 

'That's what I like to hear!' Grant yelled out, possessed with evil glee. 'Now it's going to take you for a little ride!' He began to thrust with his hips, propelling Holly's lissom, young body upwards so that she lifted a couple of inches off him, before gravity brought her crashing down again right on to his great, spearing javelin. She let out a loud, rending cry on each impact and Grant fucking loved it. 'That's it, bitch, ride my cock! It's big enough for you then?' He eased off just enough for her to respond.




No Mercy Ch. 02



'Oh my God, it's - it's huge!!! Ohhh fuck...'

'Fucking right, it's huge for you sweetheart! You got it all pumped up and you're damn well going to deal with it!' He was off again, sending her towards the stratosphere and boning her to the very centre. His cock was tight inside her as well, stretching her wide, but her slippery cunt-walls were lubing its surface, providing her with a greasy pole on which to be bounced. The driving force of Grant's loins was flinging her about like a puppet. Her hair was dancing around her face in damp shreds, her buoyant tits were being flung all over her chest. And her hand was diving down to her hairless crotch, so it could move on her clitoris. The decadent part of Holly was taking over totally, she was getting off big time on being so utterly dominated. She would frig herself silly on this fucked-up night for years to come.

Grant very quickly found a different use for her hands. 'Get in close, lads. Holly, make yourself useful. Wank those cocks!' She did it instantly, groping out to where we had placed ourselves and wrapping her palms around our eager pricks. What a great memory, Emily. Little Miss Sugar-and-Spice trampolining helplessly on Grant's huge prong, the vertical motion aiding her hands as they jerked my and my buddy's iron shafts; our own hands kneading those luscious breasts as she bounced. What a slut we had made out of this girl. What a nasty, dick-hardening little tramp... Ohhh Christ, I needed to bang the living fuck out of her all over again!

'Let's get her to the bedroom.' I said it with the utmost urgency, as soon as I saw Grant slowing down. 'Give ourselves more room to work on her.'

Grant was down with that plan. He grabbed Holly's ass cheeks and heaved himself off the chair, with her still pinned on him like a stuck bug. She automatically wrapped her stockinged legs around him, so taken aback was she by her precarious position. Carrying her before him like a fuck-trophy - which was exactly what she was - he moved through the apartment to the bedroom, Martin and me following purposefully behind. Once inside he proceeded manfully to the dresser, dropped Holly's naked ass down on its enamel surface and instantly recommenced his reckless battering of her cunt.

I could stand and watch no longer. Having deferred to my friends' needs, it was time to claim my rights as host again. 'Okay Grant, let's dump her on the bed.' He turned to look at me, still thrusting vigorously inside Holly, and pissed off at being interrupted again. 'Time we took things up a level, what do you say?' Grant's face registered that he understood my meaning and he instantly pulled out of the hole he was filling with a succulent squelch. Holly too had a good idea as to my intentions and her just-fucked expression became even more possessed with lust than before. I caught her by both wrists and pulled her tottering from the dresser to the bed, on to which I flung her stupefied form. While she was still face-down looking around to see what was going on, I climbed up after her and gave her a good, hard series of whacks on the rear, so that her lovely, peach-like bottom quaked. She yelped aloud, but that only reinforced the standing hardness of my cock and made me spank her quivering ass some more.  

I seized her pretty, smarting cheeks with both hands and gave them a good massage, prising them apart and staring breathlessly at the sweet little asshole hidden away between them. Grant and Martin were at the top of the bed, feeding her more pipe, giving me space to get on with my task. I began by sticking a finger into Holly's anus, testing its tightness. No disappointment there. Her anal muscles contracted around my prodding digit like they didn't want it to leave. Holly's squeals at my intrusion were muffled by cock, so was her alarmed response when I stretched her buttocks wide apart and thrust my tongue where my finger had just been. I delved as far as I could, let my saliva drip into that tiny entrance, then withdrew my mouth and used the same finger to work it in. Still way too dry. But my bottle of good old Liquid Silk Lubricant was back at the dresser and in some brief seconds I was kneeling behind Holly's vulnerable ass, as my friends held her down, working over my nine inches of petrified lust with lube. 

'Holly's old English teacher used to give her a good ass-fucking, isn't that right, Holly?' I said, as I wanked myself to a slippery sheen. 'He used to get off on plugging his favourite student's back passage!'

Her whole body seemed to tense, as I confirmed her suspicions of what was next. Martin vacated her mouth so she could answer. 'Yes - yes, but that was years ago! Be careful, I havent'...I haven't...'

'You haven't had your ass fucked wide open for a long time. Well don't worry, I'm going to break you right back in! You knew I was planning this when you showed up tonight, didn't you?' 

'Yeah, yeah, I did... It's just your cock's so big...' Shit, Emily, was that a reason for me not to do it? 

'So don't you want me to do this, Holly? Don't you want me to do it any fucking way I want?'

She stared around at me, her face fraught with conflicting passions. But, 'Yes, yes I do,' is what she said.

As I aimed myself at her rectal passage, the logistics indeed seemed absurd; this swollen beef bayonet, sticking out stridently from my body, to be shoved right up Holly's fiercely tight asshole. My whole body coursed with excitement. Nothing else mattered in the world than that I get myself up that cock-squeezing crevice. 'I don't know whether I can fit all this inside your ass, Holly, but I'm going to have a shitload of fun finding out!' I jammed my purple-domed warrior against her little anal rose-bud, grabbed hold of her upper thighs to brace myself and thrust hard.

Almost four inches sank in straight off, making that bitch sing one crazy fucking song. The lube had got me so far before her anal ring tightened defensively against me. The artificial moistener would obviously have to be aided with brute force. I backed out a little and drove in hard, backed out and drove further - kept going like I was hammering a huge, iron stake into hard-packed ground. And each time I pounded that rigid spike deeper, Holly's screams ripped the air. 'Ohhhhh God! Ohhhhh fuck!' Let her feel it - her asshole felt so sweet I just had to keep going.

'Go on, get it all in there! Open her wide!' Grant was shouting, and with a few more determined thrusts I had victory - I rammed myself to the hilt into Holly's crazy-tight ass. It felt like her sphincter was trying to crush me, but my diamond-hardness was pushing right back, stretching out her hole like it had never been stretched before. Every inch of my extension was buried in that sweet thing's shit-box and I felt King of the fucking World.

I drew back and slammed myself home again, home into the hot, dick-clenching depths of her rectal tract. Holy motherfucking shit, Emily, to be embedded to the balls in this naked honey's delicious twenty-two-year-old ass, my friends witnessing the whole filthy act, urging me on to bugger that ass even harder - you think I was going to be nice about it? Fuck that. I started to saw in and out of her, letting the lube do its work, her animal-wailing a testimony to how much she was feeling my cock deep inside her. And those wails just fired me up even more, reinforced my hardness, made me want to slam-fuck the shit out of her. My hands moulded themselves to the her buttocks, my driving cock accelerated wildly, until I was slamming into her tender body like machine-gun fire. Sweat rolling from every pore in my body, splashing on to her equally perspiration-drenched back. Her inhuman screaming as her willing ass was plundered. The raging encouragements to shaft her from Grant and Martin. And the hard smack of my flesh on hers, like a high-speed car crash into her body, over and over, as her rectum sucked in my pole like a vacuum pump. Giving it to her, giving her all I had and loving the shit out of it. Way past all my expectations - this was the wildest, most unhinged sex I'd ever had. 

And then it all got wilder.

Martin was sliding under Holly, holding his rampant cock in one hand. 'Pull her up,' he told me frantically, 'I need inside her cunt!' Our girl squealed anew as I dragged her upper body off the bed, stilled anally crammed. She knew she was about to get double-pluggedand her sweet face yearned for it. Martin was there underneath her somewhere, pressing his huge bell-end to her pussy lips, slotting himself inside her, getting himself in place. Then he pushed her back into a diagonal slide, right on to his cunt-busting fuck-stick, till she hit bottom and gave out a cataclysmic holler. I held her from behind and climbed up into a crouch, so that she had Martin entering her hard from below and me right there on her back, slamming into her bum hole with renewed fury. We clung to the soft curves of that nubile young body and surged in together, giving her the sort of filling few girls ever receive.

I don't think she even realised Grant was standing up on the bed. I don't think she saw his torpedo heading for her obscenity-screaming mouth, so preoccupied was she with her stuffed ass and cunt. He grabbed her by the back of the head and went roaring down her throat, all ten colossal inches, before she could even blink. Then he held on to her and just pounded. Now she was under siege from three enormous battering rams. Imagine it, Emily, that's over two feet of thick, hard cock rammed into this girl's slender, exotic body. All of it powered by a trio of lust-maddened bastards, whose only thought in the Universe is to pound their way to explosive satisfaction. Grant was clutching her hair while banging his length brutally down her throat, his teeth gritted in savage sexual bliss. Martin was shafting her pussy like a deranged maniac; I couldn't see his face, but I could hear his primal rasping as he ploughed her - shit, I could sense the movement of his thrusting cock every time it hit home, so close together were we inside Holly. As for me, I pulled on her big, springy tits, worked my cock like a steam-driven piston and massacred that ass. No mercy, no fucking mercy for this sexy bitch. Just total, depraved sexual insanity. We were three happiest fuckers on the planet, as we banged the shit out of every hole she had.

And I shit you not - in the midst of it all, she reached down and started strumming manically on her clit. Holly the closet freak was getting off on the most crazed hole-hammering she could ever have dreamt of. She couldn't help craving it, couldn't help loving the shit out of our misuse of her body. It was this, more than anything, that pushed me over the edge. 

I'd already been emptied once that evening, so I should have lasted better, and believe me - I wanted to keep on defiling Holly's ass. But Jesus... If you knew what it felt like being shoved up there... 'God, that ass is so fucking tight! Oh shit oh shit - I'm going to blow my wad!' I pulled out, my cock already livid and twitching, my whole body going into orgasmic seizure. My balls clenched tight and the cum burst gloriously from my spasming prick. Christ, it felt great, all that pent-up sexual ardour spending itself, hot and sticky, over the smooth arch of Holly's spine. My torso was bolt upright, my loins straining, pumping like fuck, until every last drop of sperm had been expelled from my sac. Semen trickled from Holly's back down the cleft between her ass cheeks, as my motor finally shuddered to a standstill.

But by the time I was done Grant and Martin had already banged their own way to the climactic verge, or maybe I had triggered them with my own rush. Martin extracted himself rapidly from Holly's ravaged cunt-hole and climbed up beside his buddy, wanking himself frantically as he made the journey. Grant knew what to do next. He wrenched Holly's head back, so that both guys could aim their fully-loaded weapons directly into her still-open mouth. Then with not an instant to spare they both let out a raging yell and came like a couple of fucking fire hoses. It took a split-second for Holly's mouth to fill from the double power-blast of hot sperm, then it overflowed like a blocked drain in a flash-flood. A great tide of thick, white fuck-fluid rolled over her pretty face, gushing up her nose and flooding her screwed-up eye sockets, cascading down over her chin, while the guys continued to siphon off their stupendous, spraying loads. And Holly, I saw to my delighted wonder, was coming too, frantic fingers a blur on her cunt, spluttering her screams of anguished ecstasy through the choking mouthful she had received, as her whole body went epileptic. The guys' bodies were wracked with orgasm - muscles taut, veins standing out on their necks, both of them screaming raw obscenity - 'Ohhhhhhhh shit, fucking take it, you fucking filthy bitch!!!' - but still they kept their aim, inundating their victim's overwhelmed mouth until, finally, they were pumped dry. 

If Holly's face had been a mess earlier on, Emily, it was a spunk-drowned disaster zone now. She was blowing cum out of her nostrils, spewing it from her mouth, trying to raise eyelids that were weighted down with plastering, white muck. Her demure features were utterly obscured by a glistening mask of ball-snot, great globs of it dripping from her hair. In short, she looked how any pretty girl should, at least once in her life. When Holly finally did succeed in ungluing her eye-lashes, the first thing she saw was me flashing the camera-phone I had fetched, right in front of her. The shot perfectly captured her striking, almond eyes staring out dazed through the clinging snowfield of fresh semen. I would later send the picture on to several friends, labelled 'A Good Night's Work!' 'Fuck!!!' It was Martin, collapsed on the bed, satiated at least temporarily. 'Holly, you are one ball-emptying little slut.'

'Yeah,' Grant concurred, spinning the exhausted Holly around where her limp form was slumped, so she could see her cum-covered self in the dresser's mirror. See her utter reduction to a sperm-drenched fuck-whore. 'And trust me, sweetheart, you really wear it well.'

'So how was it for you?' I crouched beside her and strokes her arm, as she stared at herself, gradually regaining her breath.

'I...I loved it...' she breathed, almost weepily.

'Then you won't want the evening to end just yet?'

'What?' she mumbled hazily, looking at me as though not sure what to respond. 'Oh God...I...I...' I held her gaze. 'No, not yet...'

The guys let Holly rest for a while, not out of consideration, but because they needed some R and R themselves. I knew they'd be at her again before too long, only having fired off one round. The last I saw of Holly before leaving the room, she was being made to clean up her own face, using only her fingers and tongue. Entertaining though that was, I left the three new acquaintances to continue their game without me and came in here. I wanted to put it all down in print straight off and send you a vivid account, while it was all still fresh in my mind. It's four a.m. now and as I've been writing over the past few hours, Grant and Martin have been hard at it with Holly next door, giving her a further, extended going-over. The grunts, screams and lewd sex-talk have been keeping my cock rigid as I sit here at the computer screen and it's been a fucking miracle I've only rushed back in once to join the filthy fray. I emptied a load down her throat and then returned to the keyboard. That's how much I wanted you, my perverted American friend, to know the sort of Friday evening Holly has been enjoying at our hands. I should add that no one's sex-talk has been lewder than hers.

Grant and Martin have just crashed out for the night in the living room. They left Holly in the bedroom - tied to the bed on her hands and knees to be precise. Her torn panties have been stowed in her mouth and secured with one of her stockings. Oh yes - and the little angel has had her own dildo stuffed up her ass, to keep her nice and open. In a moment I'm going to go in and remove it, then make her suck it clean, while my own equally large and very real cock is rammed hard up the space it's vacated. We're thinking of keeping Holly here for a whole weekend of full-on bitch-training. She may be a sweet little thing, but she's not complaining. Quite the reverse.

You know, Emily, my two friends and I have been thinking about taking a trip to the US next summer - with the intention of sampling some hot American ass. Maybe we'll take a sight-seeing trip round NYC. Maybe we'll come knocking on your door when you're all alone, Emily, with hyper-stiff cocks and loaded ball sacs that want serious relief. Maybe we'll play long and rough and nasty with you, put all your fantasies to the test. Trust me - if we do, we won't spare you any more than we did Holly...

Talking of which, got to go. There's a nice, pert, female rear in the next room that needs reamed harshly one more time and injected with hot ball-juice. And hey - check out this boner, bitch - looks like I'm all ready to do the job! Screw fiction - when you're rammed up a pretty girl's ass reality is so much better...