14 comments/ 104849 views/ 23 favorites The Taking of Jean By: Xamphos This is a group sex story with a little twist. The evening does not go as intended for two of the leading characters. It has been some time since I posted as story here and the writing maybe a little rusty and over long. I hope it proves worthy of your patience and your perserverance. At 40, Jean like so many women of her generation had retained her youthful looks with just a little extra curvature to her figure. As a full time mother of three she had not found it necessary to go to the gym to keep trim, keeping up with her offspring and their varied pursuits had helped keep the pounds off and her dress sense young. The one thing she found as she grew older was that she became lonely and missed the interaction she used to have when she was working. When a former employer met her in the supermarket and asked what she was doing, she was surprised and rather grateful to be invited back to be an auditor for a firm of accountants. Ken her husband, was not so enthusiastic as she, but as Jean explained, it would give them some extra money to do more things together. Jean bloomed within the office and found a confidence she realised had been missing for some years. She also enjoyed the banter and fun of flirting with male colleagues and customers. She found the attention, good for her spirits and good for her sex life at home. Ken soon dismissed his misgivings as his wife gained a new sexy personae particularly in the bedroom. Even the kids commented on mum's new look, her brown hair was cut shorter, to her shoulder, emphasising her recently acquired tan. The black skimpy bikini, she wore on that holiday with its strapless top, was one Ken's favourites in her wardrobe. At home he particularly enjoyed tracing along the line where her tan ended and the pale flesh covered by her bikini bottom began. Jean took to colouring her hair removing the first wisps of grey. She returned to wearing make up, a gloss plumping her thinning lips whilst a little mascara focused attention to her eyes, which gained an extra sparkle, when in the company of strangers. When the office asked her to undertake an audit some distance from the office, Jean was less happy. She and Ken had been together for over twenty years. They had not been parted in that time. The prospect of a week away working did raise some doubts in Jean. Talks over the meal table with the family encouraged her that everything would be fine, they would miss her but at the end of the week, they would be able to have a little celebration. On the evening of her departure, she and Ken cuddled in their bed and made long slow love, his fingers traced the white triangle framing her pubic mound his mouth kissing the pink edges of her labia lips He promised her a long deep exploration with his tongue when she returned from her trip away. Graham Ransom was one of life's grey people, anonymous as the faded wall paper in his office. As the accounts manager of a medium size printing works he theoretically had a small office team to run whilst reporting to the Financial Director. The truth was he was bypassed by his team and the Financial Director. The only key role he played was to look after the auditors each year. Provide them with the information they asked for, and make sure the fee stayed low. Graham always enjoyed his annual week of importance, which always began a few days before with the briefing by the Financial Director. Graham was pleased to learn he had a female auditor by the name of Mrs Jean Witt for this visit. In recent years he had a succession of young male trainees who stayed at local pub and drank talking sport with his Director. Having a more mature woman instead Graham changed the booking from the pub to a long established hotel more befitting a married professional. By ordering the deluxe room he was able to provide her with an internet wifi connection and a desk top at which she could work in the evening as well as Satellite Television with a choice of movies. He ran through the details of the accounts and the hotel with the Financial Director explaining he had inspected the hotel personally and found it to be of a good professional standard. He waited expecting a comment on his good work, instead his Director answered the telephone on his desk , dismissing his manager with a wave of the hand as he started to discuss golfing with a new addition to Sales. Graham slipped out of the office looking forward to his meeting with Jean. It would be nice to have a female to talk to maybe she would not overlook him like the young men. It had always been the same for Graham, everyone ignored him, his wife, his family, even his friends, for each he had an ordained purpose a task to fulfil but as a person he rarely existed. Jean arrived at the printing works and was surprised to be greeted, by a shy well groomed man in his forties who was described as the accounts manager. She watched the receptionist filing her nails as Graham tried to explain he was taking Jean to the accounts office and that they could be contacted there. Jean shook hands with Graham, his grip was weak, his fingers slightly damp. She politely withdrew her hand from his grasp as quickly as possible. In the office prepared for her, Jean began to warm to the man who did not quite fit the quality of his suit. He was meticulous in the presentation of the accounts for her to audit and everything was exactly as she wanted. A PC connection was available for her to access and space for her laptop and printer as well. Within half an hour she was working and relaxed all of her fears about the audit, working away from home were dispelled. She told Ken as much on the phone from her hotel room that night. She had warmed to Graham. He was of a similar age to her, he was very courteous, thoughtful, he brought her hot drinks during the day and made polite conversation when she needed a break. He had children of similar age to hers, but there the similarities began to end. Whilst Jean was close to her children, Graham's were distant, almost absent from his life. Graham's relationship with his wife was equally diffident, it was not a partnership, he appeared to be the provider, but was always brought down by his wife for his lack of achievement, and personal standing. As the week continued, Graham appeared to become more confident and relaxed in Jean's company. He did make her smile, he was comfortable to be around, not threatening, she liked him, but he was not a man she would ever be attracted to. Graham however felt there was the start of a relationship with Jean. He had spent years trapped in a loveless marriage to his wife. Having produced three children he was almost relieved when their sex life ceased. He failed to be aroused by the bad tempered woman who gained pounds with each passing year. He blamed her for his lack of confidence and esteem that undermined his position at work. The constant stream of complaints and demands from her and the children had worn him down. He had no life, every place he went, everything he did was controlled by her. She owned him and she constantly reminded him, he owed her for staying with him throughout the years. At one time he had hoped she would find a lover, leave him, anything, but as the years progressed he knew there was little chance of her leaving and even less of him having somewhere else to go. For the first time in Jean he had found a woman he was comfortable with, and would be pleased to be seen out with. Maybe this was providence, fate had been kind to him Jean was the woman of his dreams and before the end of the week they could be lovers. Graham knew his wife would never allow him out to entertain Jean on his own, but he did have his regular Thursday night out with friends this coming week. A group of guys he had known since school days. He could already see their faces if he turned up with Jean Witt. The prettiest woman any of them had seen in years. Of course at the end of the night, he would accompany Jean back to her hotel and she would surrender into his arms. Jean was surprised and at first hesitant when Graham invited her out for a last night meal. When he explained there would be others, and it was just a simple curry night, she accepted. She had grown tired of her own company. She was missing the conversation, the presence of Ken in the evening watching TV together and more importantly cuddled close in bed together. She had not realised how much she would miss his touch. As she spoke to him on the telephone she alluded to how much she had missed him, and how much she wanted an early night so he could be inside of her. It was becoming difficult to concentrate on her work, as her body increasingly succumbed to the imaginings of her return home. It had been a diversion thinking of what to wear for her evening out. Her travelling wardrobe she had limited to business attire, but she did have this one navy blue A line dress, which moulded well to her figure. It was just a little tight on the hips, and pulled across the dome of her tummy. It fitted her 36C breasts well and despite being sleeveless her matching navy bra strap was almost hidden beneath her dress. Whilst her cleavage was covered the contours were plainly visible. She wore a simple antique style flower necklace with gem stones at their centre, which drew attention to her slender delicate neck. The dress had a flirtatious split at the back, which enabled her to walk freely, but also showed off the start of her thighs, inside fine denier black pantyhose. She wore simple black 2 inch heeled pumps. She turned in the mirror. The dress was maybe a little too tight and there was a visible panty line, showing off the outline of her bikini style panties. But with a jacket over the top there was nothing really too obvious and anyway a girl has to have a little fun, to prepare her for meeting her husband the next day. Graham like his three friends were all dressed in short sleeve shirts and jeans. Whilst the look suited his friends, Graham looked out of place. He needed a style makeover, but Jean could not think how she could make him not stand out from the crowd. Graham's three friends were all charming, Steve in particular who had short greying hair, piercing blue eyes, and sparkling white teeth. His body was sagging a little but was predominantly firm muscle beneath the tanned flesh. He was the joker, a salesman by trade, a womaniser by choice, twice divorced he had a girl friend ten years younger than him and an ego that filled room. Of the other friends, Phil was a painter and decorator, and Neil a gardener. The three played sports together and were part of a soccer, cricket and pool team. Graham as ever was the odd one out. He was described as their learned friend because he was the only one to have been to University. Graham had more qualifications than his director. But then Jean could already see, why he had not gone further. Perhaps that was his wife's problem too. Graham watched his evening deteriorate as Steve pulled Jean by his side. At the Indian restaurant Graham found himself placed furthest away from Jean, and soon she was telling her life story to Steve and his friends. He watched as they joked, discussed different parts of the world they had all visited when Graham's furthest adventure was a trip to Paignton in August. Graham became a cast away adrift in the babble of the evening, yet still he clung to the one thought he would take her back to the hotel. They would be alone she having enjoyed her evening would melt gratefully into her arms. Jean found her head starting to swim, as the evening progressed. She had chosen not to drink wine as it always made her feel very sexy. Whilst she was happy to flirt and enjoy the compliments of these three fun guys, she did not want to loose control. Instead when beer was offered to go with the curry she drank that. It was what she did at home. She could control it, but she had not accounted for the speed at which these men could consume beer. She had almost forgotten about Graham. He was a sweet guy thinking of her, and arranging this night out. It was what she had needed an evening to unwind, have fun and chat to some new people. She found she really liked Steve. If she were not so very much in love with Ken she would have been tempted. As they talked, the touch of his hand on her arm, on her shoulders, had been firm, warm and comforting. It was the same with Neil and Phil too. She felt comfortable with them, she could giggle into their shoulders, laugh and joke even make fun of poor old Graham, who over the years, had become something of the group mascot and joke. Whenever one of them felt depressed they only had to be with Graham to realise their future was not as bleak. His weekly outing to escape his wife, had been the focal point that held them all together, through marriage, divorce and children. She had to admit Graham was an okay guy, if maybe a little dull. The evening was ending and to Graham it felt like a huge gulf had opened up between him, Jean and his friends. He could not see why Jean was so enraptured with Steve. He was shallow, at times coarse, a philanderer and user. But it was always the same, women never noticed the good guy they always wanted the bad boy. It was the same when they were younger. Graham would never have married his dreadful wife if it had not been for Steve stealing his fiancée. It still hurt, it was still a vivid memory, finding Steve fucking his girlfriend in the kitchen of Graham's parents on the night of their engagement party. Graham had felt so lost so rejected, he wanted to prove he was a man, who would be a husband and a father, when Jessica came along he did not notice her size, the fact she had been used and rejected by every lad in town did not matter. She had said she wanted him. He had paid the price every day since and now Steve was doing it again, luring away his one chance of happiness. When the night air filled Jean's head she felt a little wobbly and was glad to receive the steadying arms of Steve and Phil. Good strong arms on solid muscled frames. Their hands did sit a little low on her hips, she did have to remind them to behave themselves as they walked to the hotel. But it was after all just simple fun. Harmless flirting, she would be so relieved to be alone. She had enjoyed the company and touch of the men. Normally after a night like this, Ken her husband, would have taken her with his stiff hard cock. Tonight her fingers would have to do. Her skin felt so sensitive in the night air, the cool breeze penetrating her dress, making her nipples hard like bullets. As she chatted to the three friends she realised Graham had become sullen, morose, very quiet walking at a distance from them, whilst still being with them. She felt sorry for him and a little annoyed that he had not joined in with the others. Graham had descended into a dark mood. He could feel sharp prickles of tears at the corners of his eyes. He sniffed against the breeze, blaming the cold for the tears forming on his face. Why did they have to spoil it? What was the matter, with her, couldn't she see this was to be their evening together, their chance to develop the relationship that had been forming all week. The cool breeze made him feel cold, he began to feel a little sick as he heard the group laughing. He watched as Steve and Phil's hands slid down to her buttocks, resting on the sway of the flesh as she walked. He saw her make the pretence of admonishing them, he watched as little kisses passed between them. Graham watched the group walk, he knew then she was a cock tease. He looked at the way she dressed, showing off her thighs with the split at the back of her dress, the tight fabric which showed off every contour of her body and the underwear beneath. She was a mature woman, she was not a child, she was experienced she knew what she was doing to these men, with her black pantyhose, and heeled pumps. He watched again as she leant into Steve. Steve, they always wanted Steve, always spread their legs to Steve. So she may spread them for Steve tonight but Graham would have the bitch. He had found her, he had paid for her to go out tonight, he would have what he paid for from this whore. She was not going to cheat him. The lights of the small hotel foyer were a shock to the eyes after the dark of the night. Jean caught sight of herself in the mirror, she was surprised by the sparkle in her eyes, the colour in her face, the tousled look of her hair after the breeze had formed it. The red gloss she had applied to her lips at the start of the evening shimmered under the light of the foyer chandelier. In the corner she saw Graham's dark sullen features there was damp on his cheek, he clasped a handkerchief as he cleared his nose. He did not look well. Then she saw the front of her dress, the outline of her nipples and bra pressed against the fabric she quickly closed her jacket over her breasts. Oh god she thought, I hope no one else has seen that. Graham collected Jean's key from the reception, as Jean prepared to say goodnight. The men all insisted they escort her to her room. She was after all a lady alone. Graham suddenly took charge, walking ahead of the group as they shushed and giggled down the corridor to her room. He opened the door to Jean's room, stepping inside he held the door open for them to walk through. The room was simple, Jean's lap top sat on the desk by the window. There was an open hanging space for her clothes, and a stool for her suitcase which lay open with her soiled clothes in. Her bra and panties from earlier in the day lay on top. All the men noticed them and imagined her inside of them. The 6 foot king size was at the centre of the room as befitting the luxury room, the crisp white cotton sheets had been remade by room service and the quilt was flat and even. Jean wriggled away from the support of Steve and Phil, the room appeared to shrink with all of them inside, it was almost claustrophobic. It had been a good night, but now was time for her to be alone. 'Thank you very much gentlemen for a wonderful evening. It was a welcome break from my desk. I shall report back to my husband tomorrow that I was well chaperoned throughout the evening. Graham thank you for thinking of me, and inviting me along.' Graham standing beside the door, flashed a brief smile in acknowledgement. Lying cow he thought. She hadn't even noticed his existence all evening. She did not give a fuck that he had organised and paid for this night out. 'Jean it was our pleasure to have you with us, makes a great change from our normal curry night. You will have to come and stay more often. Graham does provide a really nice room. It is a better bed than the one I have at home.' Commented Steve 'That is because it does not see as much action as your bed Steve. You wear out beds like other people change socks.' Phil added sitting down and bouncing on the edge of the bed. 'Good spring in this mattress, you would get a nice recoil on this one.' Jean looked down at the bed, she did not want anyone getting comfortable on it. She just wanted to be in it, to be alone with her thoughts and her hands. 'Come on boys. It is past my bed time. It has been a lovely evening but I have to work tomorrow. I don't want Graham telling me off for being late.' Jean turned to Neil, who had been hovering at her side and gently embraced him kissing him on the cheek. 'Thanks Neil. It has been good to meet you, hope we can do it again next year.' Neil returned Jean's hug, his hands resting on her hips as she gently moved to turn away. 'Do I get one of those as well?' Steve asked, standing close behind her. 'Yes! It has been nice to meet you too.' Jean turned into Steve's arms. He pressed her close to his chest, her breasts flattened against his torso. He leant down and kissed her lips. Flustered, embarrassed, and slightly shocked she pushed away and turned to Phil who had stood up from the bed. Wary she rested her hands on Phil's shoulders keeping him at arms length she leant in to kiss his cheek. He reached for her elbows, and pulled her closer to him, again kissing her on the lips. The Taking of Jean Ch. 02 This is the second story of Jean and her continuing experiences of group sex. It is not often that I write a sequel to stories, despite numerous requests from readers. But Jean is one of those characters who has stayed in my head. I had a lot of reaction to the first story and I am sure anonymous will be back to tell me what is wrong with this story too. A lot of the comments were positive and among them were numerous suggestions on how I could save Jean's dignity. I hate to disappoint but this next sequence just fuels her obsession with the character of Steve. Why? Her reaction is based upon two ladies I have met in life and one who corresponded with me regularly on the internet. Who all had similiar experiences to Jean, being lured into a situation where they were taken by a group of men. For each that event had been a trigger which led them to seek similiar encounters again. Now you know what to expect if you liked the first part of Jean's story enjoy. If not well there are lots of alternative stories on this site, enjoy those and do not read any further. * Jean sat in the small corner office of the accountants where she worked. Spread on the desk in front of her was the paperwork relating to her current client. When Carol came in from reception saying she had a visitor, Jean did not expect to see the tall muscular frame of Steve. Jean's face flushed as she remembered their last meeting, when as a group of 4 men he initiated her introduction into the world of team sex. For Jean it had been a nightmare, especially in the days after, hiding the bruises and the marks, from the eyes of her husband and teenage family. She loved her husband and her children. She did not want them hurt, she did not want them knowing of the things she had submitted to and in retrospect enjoyed. Now two months after that night in a small town hotel, she had managed to consign the events to a distant memory. At times she found the memory exciting, sometimes was able to dress some of the proceedings into a fantasy role for her husband. Having her husband perform some of the acts she had submitted to, were both stimulating and disturbing. Yes it had been exciting, but she never intended she would see any of the men again or repeat the experience of that night. As Carol closed the office door, Steve bent forward towards Jean. 'Are you going to invite me to sit down?' 'No! I do not know what you think you are doing here. But I want you out. Out of this room and out of my life.' Jean was suddenly aware that Steve was staring at the front of her white blouse, and the lace edge of the camisole she wore to cover the outline of her bra underneath She drew her jacket across her breasts. 'No need for modesty with me Jean. I 've seen it all before remember? Very nice those tits were too. Now have you got a kiss for an old friend.' Steve dropped his jacket down onto Jean's desk covering the papers she was working on, he moved to the side of her desk, as Jean, put up her hands to push him away. 'Do not come any closer. I am warning you. Leave me alone. Please leave me alone. I still have a marriage no thanks to you. I have a nice life that I want to stay that way. Now go. I have no kiss for you, not even a kind word. Just go.' Steve grasped her hands, pulling them behind her back, as he leant forward into her face, she smelt the familiar sweet after shave on his skin, the fresh smell of his cotton shirt, open at the neck. She felt the firm strength of his arms, suppressing all of her resistance. His piercing blue eyes sparkled as he looked into her face. She was trembling her mind racing, what was he doing here, why did he come to find her. Steve drew Jeans wrists together, causing her to arch forward in the chair. Her breasts were pointed up towards his face, her skirt rode up her legs, as she slid over the seat of the chair, pushed towards his body. She turned her face away, as his lips brushed her cheek. He kissed her neck, her cheek, his breath was hot, just as she remembered it. He kissed her chin, the edge of her mouth as she tried to keep her face turned away from him. 'Please Steve don't, you tricked me once, you can't trap me again. This is my office, my desk, and you will leave it now.' Steve pulled her to his chest, she feel the firm muscle of his torso through her blouse. His lips found hers, he kissed her on the mouth, his tongue licking at her lips, probing to enter her. Jean felt the same hot suffocation, she had experienced before. His strength, his kiss the memory of him looking down on her as cock slid into her wet pussy made her shiver. She felt the moisture in her panties. She tried to disguise the effect he was having on her. She meant what she said. The guilt, the lies, the deception, she had come so close to telling her husband, and potentially ruining the one relationship she held dear for ever. 'So you are not enjoying this reunion Jean? You are not excited to see me? To have me kiss you. I bet your panties are wet already.' Jean pulled away from his kiss. 'I have told you. Leave me alone Steve. Please leave me alone. I do not want you to come here. I certainly do not want you to kiss me. Just go.' 'Tell me you haven't got a wet pussy.' 'Steve....' 'Tell me and then I will just check to see if you are a liar.' Steve pulled Jean onto him, his leg pushing between her thighs, forcing her skirt further up her leg. 'Steve! Someone will hear. Someone will come in. Stop.' 'Only if you let me feel to see if you have wet panties.' Steve continued pushing forward with his leg until his knee reached her crotch. He looked down, at her flesh coloured panty hose, her white panties showing through. Through the two layers of sheer fabric he could see the shadow of her pubic triangle framed by gauze and lace. 'Looks like you were expecting me, or were these for someone else? Very sexy panties Jean, very sexy. Can I touch them now or do you want to wait till someone comes in. You know I don't mind sharing if you want to wait.' Jean listened for the sounds of her co-workers, how could she begin to explain what was happening. She could say he attacked her, but then she would have to tell about everything else as well. Her dark secret, how she was used, and betrayed by her body. She looked at Steve's face, he had that small smile of triumph, when he knew he would get his own way. It was easier to let him do what he wanted than risk a difficult scene. 'Don't tear my panty hose. They are the only ones I have with me.' 'If you don't want them torn, you will have to take them off. I am going to let go of your hands, and you take off your panty hose and no one will know Jean.' Steve released Jeans hands and she sat back in her chair. Jean's pulse was racing, her head was spinning, she brushed back the hair from her eyes. 'Steve, why are you doing this? What...' 'Take the panty hose off or I will rip them off. I want to feel your sexy panties and that hot pussy inside of them.' Steve placed his hands on the arms of Jean's office chair, trapping her in the seat. His leg still wedged between her thighs. Jean raised herself in the chair, looking over Steve's shoulder, she watched the door listening for the slightest hint of an approaching colleague. Fumbling nervously with the waistband of her panty hose Jean tugged down the nylon which had covered her body. She shivered as the air cooled on her body, goose bumps rose on her legs, prickling her thighs. She pushed the pantyhose down over her knees, Steve eased back, allowing her to reach her feet, and slide the garment off. As her head rose she became aware of the big bulging erection filling his dark grey trousers. Steve slid his right hand up under Jean's hairline. 'Remember that don't you? You remember that, in your mouth, in your pussy, filling your wet hungry pussy. I bet my cock has been in your mind a lot. Maybe when you were on your back, with your husband between your legs? Is his cock as big as mine? Does he feel you the same way? Fuck you the same way?' Steve's right hand slid down Jean's cheek, his finger trailing over her closed lips, he pushed a finger into her mouth, damping it with her saliva. His left hand pulled Jean back by the hair into her seat, as he forced his right hand down into Jean's lap. His palm covered the soft flimsy front of her white panties, he pushed her legs apart with his knee, and eased his finger between Jean's parted labia lips. 'So you were pleased to see me Jean. Now let's have a proper kiss.' Steve covered Jean's mouth with his own. His tongue swirling around between her parted lips as Jean, tried to prevent her body submitting to his passion. His kiss seemed to last for hours as his right hand, explored her panties, feeling inside of her vagina and finding the raised nub of her pink clit. Jean began to panic, her body was submitting to the pleasure of his touch, the heat of his kiss. But all the while, Jean could still picture someone walking in and finding them, or worse still her husband finding her. He had never visited her at work but there was always the prospect of a first time. Abruptly Steve stood up and walked around to the front of the desk. He found a chair and sat down facing Jean. 'Better cover yourself up. We don't want everyone knowing you are the office slut. Let's dispense with protests, and any suggestion you will not be available for me. I have come to take you out for the night so we can become properly re-acquainted and have a really good time.' Jean pushed her skirt down to cover her legs, reaching to the floor she gathered up her discarded panty hose and concealed them in her brief case. 'Steve no matter what you may think. What has just happened, that is biology. It has nothing to do with how I feel for you. I am a married woman. I have responsibilities, duties, I just cannot spend a night with you, even if I wanted to. When I leave here tonight I am going home to my husband and if I am lucky we may just make love, now you have excited me.' Steve sat back in the chair and began to undo his trousers. He put his hand inside the open fly and pulled out his stiff sticky eight inch cock, he slowly stroked the shaft as he looked into Jean's face. 'You will come with me tonight, and we will continue where we left off. Now I know you will do that, because, if you reach inside of my jacket pocket you will find some very interesting cell phone pictures Neil took whilst Graham was fucking your ass. I am sure your family will be impressed with that. Now if you have not thought of an excuse and telephoned your husband in the next five minutes, you will have to walk out of here with my cum splattered all over your face.' Jean watched as Steve stood up dropped his trousers and stood in front of her desk, stroking his big cock aiming it straight at her over the desk. 'Steve...I....Maybe with a little more notice. Sometime, but tonight.' 'Put your hand in my jacket pocket, check out the evidence and make the call and make it soon, the smell of your pussy on my fingers just make me want to spurt all over the front of that pretty white blouse.' Jean found the pictures, somehow she knew he wouldn't be lying. Not about the pictures. She could see the white hairy back of Graham, his small round ass, pumping against her own. She could see the hands holding her pleasuring her. She could not believe it was her, it seemed like another woman, or at least Jean in another life. Steve's strokes were getting faster and stronger, she had to act quickly, before he came all over blouse. Jean phoned her husband's cell phone, she tried to focus on an excuse, a reason for not going home at all. When she did reach him, as she spoke the words, she could not believe them herself. She tried desperately to sound normal, whilst inches from her face she could Steve's shaft enlarging his hands, the steady strokes speeding as his obvious need for release began to take hold. She could smell the salt of his sperm waiting to erupt from his balls. 'Ken hi! Yes everything is fine, no, no problem. No problem at all. Good news actually, well sort of. We have a new big client, and well they have just arrived in the office and they are talking of maybe putting me on the team. So I have to go and talk with them tonight. Well could be a long meeting, they are talking of dinner. Yes they are paying. Well someone is paying. So yes I will be home. Probably best if you don't wait up. Food the kids? Darren is out tonight, so there is just Sarah and Sally, they are both on health diets at the moment. They should have the inches on their hips which are on mine. Yes I know you like them. I wouldn't have it any other way. Yes....yes....Love you. Love you. Bye.' Steve snatched the phone from Jean's hand. 'Touching. You lie so well.' Steve placed the phone back on it's cradle his cock inches from Jean's face. His hand continuing to dance up and down his shaft, Jean was mesmorised she watched the full swollen purple head waiting for Steve to stop.' 'I have done what you asked. I will come with you tonight. No marks this time Steve. I will do what you want.' Jean looked into Steve's face, the triumphant smile, and the gaze that said he was about to cum. 'Steve...Steve!' Jean tried to whisper an alarm call to make him stop. Jean started to edge back. She could not leave the office spattered with his sticky cum. Steve's hand snatched at the back of Jean's head pulled her face to within inches of his cock. 'You dirty lying slut. Open your mouth, open it wide, now take my cock.' Jean could hear movements in the outer office. What could she do? Steve was so close to ejaculating. She covered his cock with her mouth, running her tongue around the head, she flicked the tip of his cock, her mouth filling with his spunk. With her head held in place, she gulped, and swallowed, nearly gagging as Steve pumped the full load into her mouth. Red faced she finally swallowed all of Steve's cum, he released her head and slid his cock back inside of his trousers. 'You give real good head Jean. You are a natural. I bet hubby loves it when you go down on him. Now don't worry Jean, about this, you are going to have a really good time tonight just like you did before. Maybe even better.' Steve's hand slipped to the front of Jean's blouse, he began to undo her top button, whilst the back of his hand rubbed against her erect nipple. Jean smoothing down the front of her skirt so her legs were covered, reached up to push his hand away from her sensitive breast. She was already flushed and glowing from taking Steve's cock. Her conscience was nagging at her, reminding her of the terrible thing she had done and what she had committed herself to. All the time her head was saying stop this, walk away, go home, but her body just kept on making her stay and subject herself to whatever Steve demanded of her. He was so handsome, so confident, a few short months ago she would never have considered herself an object of desire, someone who could attract such open lust. Jean had always been just a housewife, a mother, even at School, when she had boyfriends, there had never been one who had wanted and used her like this. Steve opened the top buttons on her blouse, his hand sliding inside of the camisole, to stroke her breast inside the cup of her bra. His palm cupped the underside of her 36C breast, whilst his thumb circled her aureole, massaging her stiff nipple. 'Take the camisole off Jean. I want to be able look at you whilst we drive, I want to see your tits pushing up against your bra cup, through your pretty white blouse.' 'Steve can't we do that later? What will the girls in my office think, my manager, my.....' Steve squeezed her nipple between his finger and thumb, the exquisite pain took her breath away. She felt her panties dampen, as the pressure triggered a release in her vagina. 'Do it now Jean, or you will walk out of her in your bra.' Jean hurriedly opened her blouse and slid the camisole off. Steve watched as she eased the garment over her head. He studied the sheer white cups of her lace filigree bra, with satin straps and edges. The shape of Jean's tanned breasts and the circle of her stippled pink aureole showed through the pattern. He did not impede Jean as she rapidly secured her blouse, although he did stop her buttoning her blouse any further than the edge of her cleavage. The top of her chest, her collar bone and neck were left open to display. A polite knock on the door and Carol's head around the door told them it was time for the office to close. Jean had thoughtfully placed her suit jacket on over her blouse, so she would not be exposed walking through the office. Steve told her he would wait outside, while she cleared up so they would not be seen leaving together. Alone in the office Jean again stopped to consider what she was doing. She decided she had no choice. She and Steve would be alone this time. It had to be why he came to her. She would talk to him, talk to him after sex and make it plain this had to be the last time. Jean felt strangely naked as she walked across the car park, to where Steve had parked his big saloon car. With her camisole gone and her legs bare, she already felt every man on her walk had been watching her, knowing she was a slut. Steve opened the car door for her to get in. He took her brief case and slid it onto the passenger seat behind. The seats were leather, cool to her skin, the car stereo was playing dance music, the bass vibrating back through the floor pan. Steve jumped into the drivers seat and sped away from the car park and out of town. Steve said little on the drive. Jean wondered where he was taking her. She imagined an anonymous hotel somewhere. There were so many travellers hotels, on the edges of towns. As he drove on they left behind the familiar stopping places she had imagined. She tried to talk to him, but he just smiled. His hand resting on her knee eased her thighs apart, gradually he shifted her skirt up up her thigh till it was inches from displaying her panties. She noticed as they approached lorries to overtake Steve would slow down, so the drivers could see into the cabin of the car and see her exposed bare legs, he would sometimes flash the edge of her panties before speeding on. Jean tried to complain, ease her skirt back down towards her knees, Steve warned her, she was his, and if she did not behave, he would pull over and spank her at the side of the road, then her reddened bare ass would be on display for any passing truckers. Jean changed the subject to ask where they were going. All Steve would say was that it was a surprise. A surprise it certainly was, when Steve entered a small run down town and headed for the centre. A few youths in hooded tops clung to the edges of the shop fronts, exchanging cigarettes, drinking beer from cans. He turned into the car park, of grubby looking 1970's brick built public house. The garden was unkempt, weeds strangling the few remaining plants in the flower beds. Plant pots, had become the repository for cigarette ends, empty beer bottles, glasses, some broken, lined the route to the entrance. The aluminium framed windows, were thick with dust and dirt, inside the yellow light shown through the stained and shabby curtains hanging limp at the edges. Jean was angry, frustrated at being brought to this run down car park. She did not know what Steve had in mind, but she would not be co-operating. The charm was wearing off his smile and even the thought of Steve's cock inside her, would not dispel the feeling of humiliation and despair she felt at this moment. She had deceived her husband to be brought to a run down public house. She brushed her skirt down to cover her thighs, clamping the cloth tight between her legs. She could not look at Steve, she did not want him to see the tears forming at the corner of her eyes. The Taking of Jean Ch. 02 'What's the matter? Were you expecting a country house hotel and a romantic meal. Get this straight, you should have stuck with our friend Graham if you wanted that. I have a girl friend, a girl friend who is younger than you who is not a slut, and knows when to open her legs and when to keep them shut. This is not about 'us' this is about your needs, and how they suit my purpose.' 'Bastard!' were the only words Jean could utter. Steve's words made her face sting just as if she had been slapped. If he had not wanted her, enjoyed her, why had he been teasing her? Making her undress and take his cock in her office. She understood men to be animals, driven by their pricks. But if she were so unattractive how had he been able to be excited by her. 'I want to go home. I didn't come here to have you insult me, tell me I do not compare with your girl friend. Why don't you just fuck off and have sex with her? Why did you have to come into my office, I did not invite you? I did not want to see you.' Steve leaned across the seat of the car, the leather creaking as he positioned his weight onto one side. With one hand he gripped Jean's jaw forcing her lips into a pout, with the other he unbuttoned her blouse, to enable him to grip her breast, squeezing the cup of her bra. He kissed her parted lips, she tried to push him away, but his tongue probed deep into her mouth. His free hand pushed inside of her bra cup, squeezing the soft tanned flesh. He pulled away from her, just enough for his eyes to be level with Jean's. Through the blur of stifled tears, she could see the cold penetrating blue gaze. 'You wanted me to find you. Your pussy has been telling me that from the moment I walked into your office. You wanted attention the moment you walked into the Indian restaurant that first time with Graham. You were flirting with all of us, testing the boundaries. Well now I think there are lot more boundaries for you to cross. I can put you out of the car, leave you here, go and see my girlfriend or you can come with me, and you will have what you want. You will have what you have been craving since the first time we met, a real good rough fucking. I find you attractive, you are not ugly in fact you are very fit for a mother of three. It does not mean I would want you as a wife, we have only thing in common which is why you are here now. You are getting out of the car, leaving your jacket behind, you can leave your blouse open as it is. It shows off your tits, I know you like men admiring your tits as well as your ass. You are going into the ladies toilet you are cleaning up your make up and then I will introduce you to the boys who are going to entertain you.' Steve released Jean from his grip. Her body was trembling, tingling, still from his kiss, his touch, she did not want to be stranded in this car park. She felt grubby and dirty just like the windows of the pub, but she still blindly followed him into the bar. Steve indicated where the ladies toilet was and close to tears she went inside. From the light of the one bare bulb, she looked at her face. Was this woman really her? Her blouse was open to expose her cleavage, the white lace edging of her bra cup could just be seen tracing the round swell of her breasts. She found a tissue and wiped her nose. Then she washed her face clearing away the traces of tears. She looked again. Where was the wife, the mother, for whom her family waited at home. The face reflected, was glowing pink beneath her tan, her pupils were dilated, her nipples and aureole created a pair of shadow circles against the white of her blouse. Her knees felt weak, she felt faintly sick, but also very hungry. Jean tidied her hair combing it back into place, she applied fresh red gloss to her lips, and freshened the liner around her eyes. The door of the toilet swung open and two women walked in. They were both large with badly dyed blond streaked hair, their bare arms were tattoed, and the tight vest tops they wore showed off their wobbling milky white cleavage. The two women looked at Jean, her neat trim figure, her tailored skirt and low kitten heels. Everything about her screamed she did not belong here. The women exchanged a glance and spat at the floor beside Jean's foot. 'Trash!' one of them said. 'I expect you are one of Steve's fancy whores come down for a bit of rough. Fuckin cheek decent pub this we don't need your kind giving it a bad rep.' The women shut themselves behind the cubicle doors, Jean heard them noisily passing wind. She picked up her make up and walked out of the toilet. Steve was waiting at the bar, he had a beer in one hand and a full bottle of wine with a single glass in the other. Jean looked at the remaining clientele in the pub. Jeans were the standard dress, most of those drinking had the pallid skin of those who spent a lot of time in doors. Some had the broken surface veins on their cheeks of ones who drank regularly. She saw the women scowl as the men openly studied her figure. Jean considered running out of the door, running until all this was a distant memory. But she knew she was trapped, by her past, and the demands of her body. Despite the continued humiliation, Steve had excited her. Her pussy was damp pulsing demanding attention, so she followed him under the gaze of the bar room to a closed door that led through into a pool room. The door swung shut, and Steve put down his beer, pouring Jean a glass of wine he handed it to her, whilst securing the door behind her. In the room were two pool tables, both had players at them engaged in games. 'Don't want any interruptions do we?' Steve said pressing the wine glass to Jean's lips. The white wine was warm, it cloyed in her mouth leaving an acid burn in her throat and chest as she drank. Steve poured her another glass, and she felt the effect of the alcohol start to spread across her body. Jean started to shake, there were five men in the room excluding Steve, two she knew from before, Phil and Neil, they both looked across and smiled raising their glasses to her. 'Alright boys she's come with Steve. Told you she would be up for it. Didn't I tell you she was as good as the pictures. Had to be to get old Graham's pecker pumpin. You wait till you see her in action. Got a kiss for us then Jeanie?' Neil with his pool cue and beer glass in hand, walked away from his game to approach Jean. Jean was surprised she had not noticed, the sagging of his jowels before, the flecks of grey in his hair, and the padding around his middle. Was this one of the men who had taken her in the hotel room on that first night. She wanted to back away, Steve's hand in the middle of her back steadied her. Neil's kiss was brief it tasted of the beer he had been drinking, his smile did not extend to his eyes, when she did not respond to him. 'Need a bit more juice inside, to warm you up? Plenty in the kitty to keep your glass filled up, till we finish our game, then you can have a go on the tables.' Jean forced down some more wine. She was trying to relax, appear natural, not think of her family at home. 'I am sorry I don't play pool.' She replied. 'Doesn't stop you going on the tables love.' Jean watched in a trance as the two pool games continued, the resting players stood at the end of the room, looking at Jean, alongside Steve. Their eyes focused on her body, her firm breasts, and the twin peaks of her nipples, pushing at the front of her blouse. Steve's free hand had slid under the back of her skirt, she tried to ignore the other men in the room, as his fingers squeezed and massaged her buttocks through the thin satin of her white panties. How could this man insult, humiliate and control her like he did. Steve put his beer glass down on a side table and turned Jean to face him. His staring blue eyes, pulled her like a magnet to his face. He kissed her lips, her mouth opened as his tongue probed inside of her. She felt his hands on her back, pressing her close to him. She could feel his erection pressing against her groin. She felt the back of her skirt rise her tanned thighs visible to the room. Steve held her close to his firm body, he turned her till her back was to the tables. He lifted her skirt and held it up by her waistband. 'Hey Darren, didn't we say she had a nice round ass. Look at these buns mate, a kid like you hasn't ever seen a quality ass like this before. You wait till you feel this, firm with flesh like silk.' 'Steve. Steve don't. I do not know what you think I am but...' 'You Jeanie are the prize. Feasting their eyes on your hot little butt, are the winning team of the local area pool league. This bunch of losers who have frequented this pub and played for them for a number of years, were the worst pool team in the league, till I came up with my little incentive scheme. They bring home the pots and I provide the prizes. Normally we book a stripper or go to the massage parlour, but once they heard about you, they all voted to have you celebrate their win.' Jean could not believe what Steve was saying. She was some kind of prize for an amateur pool team. She had been reduced to the value of a cheap whore or stripper. She heard the final balls sink into the pockets, and the sound of the men shuffling closer to her. Jean started to pull away from Steve, to ease her skirt back down to cover her panties. Steve held her hand with the wine glass in it. 'More wine for the lady, she is still feeling a little shy.' Neil grabbed the bottle from the table and poured the wine into Jean's glass. Jean started to turn her head, but found it held as the wine glass was pressed against her lips and she was forced to drink it down. Steve turned Jean around to face the circle of men who were openly staring at her body. 'No scenes Jeannie, we both know you are slut. You be a good girl and your family and friends will never know of your secret life.' Steve whispered into her ear. His hand slid down to cup her breast as he pushed his groin up against her ass. 'Come on Darren, as our star performer, you get to have first look and feel. She won't bite, but you might find, she could burn. She is so hot she is fucking melting.' Darren to Jean's horror was a young man, of around 20 years old, he could have passed for her son. He was very slim, with gelled hair, a wispy beard, pale complexion still pimpled with juvenile acne. As all young men of his generation he wore baggy jeans, that rested below his hips, the top of his box shorts being in plain view. He breathed in and pulled his trousers up towards his waist as he walked towards her. He did not look at her face, his hands stretched out to touch her firm bosom. He squeezed her breasts, pinching the nipple, before he sank his face into her cleavage. The group cheered as Darren, mauled Jean's breasts, while Steve pulled Jean's skirt up her legs, displaying her white panties. Neil took the empty wine glass from Jean pulling her hand down to rest upon his erection. 'Remember this sweetie? I bet you have been missing us. Steve said you would be keen to have another go.' Neil's face covered hers. This time she did not resist, her mouth flowered to his kiss, accepting the hungry probing tongue. Jean felt the tingles over her flesh, as first fingers then lips explored her naked thighs. Inquisitive tongues licked up to the edge of her pulsing pussy, licking and soaking her already damp panties. Both of her hands were now pressed against a stiff bulging erection bucking to be free from the constraints of clothing. Jean's head was swimming, she knew this was wrong, she wanted to be away from here, from this body that so betrayed her. She was floating, on the thrill, the excitement of being wanted, so intensely, that each man was prepared to take just a part of her to satisfy their needs. As she felt the stiff cocks in her hand, the inexperienced hands and face of young Darren, she kept thinking of one man, the one still behind her, holding her skirt above her ass. She could feel his cock pressing against her buttocks, she hated him for bringing her here to this place to be used. But she still wanted him, wanted his cock pushed deep into her pussy. She wanted to look up and see him looking down on her as he thrust deep into her vagina. 'Okay boys. You have all had a little taster, give the lady some space, so she can put on a little strip show for you. Okay Darren you can have more of her tits later. Now grab a chair and make a circle.' Jean shivered slightly as the heat of the bodies receded. Her flesh was damp, from where it had been kissed and licked by her eager audience. Her eyes had been closed whilst lost in her reverie, thinking of Steve taking her. She felt the wine glass being placed into her hand. Steve held her from behind, easing the glass to her lips for her to drink. She drank down the warm wine. It burnt less, but she did feel a little dizzy. She opened her eyes. To see the reality of her situation. The group of men, were seated about her, Phil and Neil already had their cocks out, openly stroking the stiff shafts. Darren sat directly in front of her. He was still studying the front of her blouse. He was young confident, his legs were parted wide and his tall erection tented the front of his jeans. There were two other men, nearer to Steve's age, she did not know. But Steve soon dealt with the introductions. Taking the empty glass from Jean's hand Steve walked her around the circle, parading her like livestock in a ring. Jean's skirt slipped back to part cover her thighs, whilst her blouse now undone to her navel, still clung to the contours of her damp breasts, partially concealing her bra. Steve halted Jean in front of each chair of the circle, he turned her slowly in front of each man, and mentioned their names. Phil and Neil, each kissed her hand, whilst Darren, slid his hand up her skirt to run his finger over her wet slit. As he roughly slid his finger back and forth, over the smooth satin, Darren looked across to the other men. 'She's fucking hot, I bet she can take us all easily. Her pussy won't take too much stretching.' 'Speak for yourself little squirt I guarantee when I sink my cock it will be a real tight fit.' Jean eased herself away from the crude probing of Darren's fingers. Despite his rough fingering, Jean had become increasingly excited, causing her to almost stumble into the next waiting lap. 'I knew you would be keen to see me honey. But you should wait till we have been introduced properly.' Carlton brought up his hand to support Jean. His big black face, ringed with tight curls, was already extended into a broad flashing grin. He leant forward kissing her bare midriff, his head resting between her cleavage. As he kissed her belly his big hands gripped her buttocks. Jean looked down onto the giant frame of the black man. He was tall seated and his long legs extended out behind her as his knees squeezed her limbs closer to his crotch. 'Broad hips, good child bearing hips, great ass to for your husband to hold onto. You got a husband honey or have you been waiting for me. You would look so good in my bed, or at the stove making my tea. I can just picture you naked apart from a little apron to protect your front. Don't want any of those juicy delicate parts getting burned.' Carlton lifted up the front of her skirt, his short beard tickling her inner thigh, as he kissed her legs. His mouth felt so good, his hands stroking the backs of her legs, was sending little shivers across Jean's spine. She wanted him to place his lips closer to her pussy. She wanted something to contact with her clit, take her closer to the climax she was on the verge of surrendering to. Steve pulled her away, led her to the last man in the circle. He was the eldest of the group, but he was also the leanest. His skin was coarse rough to her touch, his hair wiry strands of ginger his forearms were long broad, with sinew and vein standing upon them leading to his well defined biceps. He was only the second man that evening to look into her eyes. 'Steve was right you are a horny bitch. You are going to make a man of young Darren here tonight. He aint had much experience. Just dipped his wick into a couple of young slappers. We will show him what a woman can do won't we girl?' 'This is Jack, he is the reason you are here. He said you had to be the prize for tonight's meeting. So Jack who won the pool game tonight?' 'He did the cocky little bugger. I don't mind if he has first call. Because I will have you second, while you are still fresh, before Carlton gets to work with his old truncheon. I do hate taking seconds when he has stretched you.' Jack's eyes were green, almost as piercing as Steve's but there was a hint of challenge in his stare. He was daring her to question, to deny all the lewd comments made at her expense. But there was no retort. No fight left inside of her. Only the hunger of her pussy, pulsing, begging for the one touch that would take her over the edge. Jean was turned around pulled back to the centre of the circle. Steve's hands slid gently down her body, making her tingle. Then she felt a cold shiver, as he left her to take a seat at the table. 'Strip Jean. Strip for your audience. Take off your blouse, and your skirt, let them see your pretty underwear.' Jean stood at the centre of the circle, watching as her fingers fumbled at the remaining buttons. She tried to stop herself. Tried to understand why her trembling hands were peeling her blouse off her damp body, and exposing her jutting breasts filling the cups of her bra. Phil and Neil sat watching pumping their erect cocks, she could see young Darren shifting in his seat looking at the points of her nipples pressed against the white fabric of her bra. Steve indicated she should turn showing all in the circle her straining breasts. Both Jack and Carlton had unbuckled their trousers to show the bulge in their underpants. Jean's heart was racing. She blamed the alcohol, but she knew in part she was excited by the raw lust on display. She could not believe the effect her body was having on these men. 'The skirt Jean. Now remove the skirt.' Jean hesitated. She was stripping for a group of men she barely knew. She was stripping like a slave to the command of her new master Steve. She let the skirt slip to the floor. Hands reached out and pulled her forward. Carlton was the first to claim her. His hands ran freely over her semi naked body, he cupped her breasts, and kissed the edge of her panties, as he kissed her front another mouth, was kissing her back her buttocks. Gradually she was spun around the circle, each man exploring her intimate reaches, each exciting her close to climax before passing her on again. She did not know who, released her bra, or when her panties were dragged down her legs, she was lost in a whirl of hot breath, lips, hands, that drove her closer to surrender. Jean settled to the floor, she was panting, covered in sweat and saliva, her short hair matted to her scalp. She looked at the men who were all naked, ringing her with their stiff dribbling shafts. 'You won Darren. You go first. Name the pocket. Name the hole you want to sink your balls.' Jean rolled up on to her knees, she looked at the wiry youth, his pale body, with its flat abdomen, and its tall pulsing cock springing from his balls. He was so youthful her own son was probably only three years younger than this youth for whom she was the prize. Was there a woman like her somewhere who would initiate her son into sex. Jean hoped he would have something better less sordid than this. It was so dirty, so lewd, so compelling for her to be part of. 'I'll fuck her face. My mum gives my step dad real good blow jobs. I hear them at it some times. My girlfriend won't she thinks it's dirty. She'll only let me fuck her pussy. I always fancied dirty bitch blowing me. The parlour girls will only do it with a condom on. I want to fuck some sluts face, feeling her choke as she swallows my cum. Come on bitch, come and suck my cock.' The Taking of Jean Ch. 02 Darren stood up, gripping his cock at the base, he presented the purple head with its weeping eye to Jean's lips. From the edge of her sight Jean could see the other's watching, waiting for her to take his cock into her mouth. The air was thick with the sensual tension. Jean parted her lips, ran her tongue along the thick vein at the back of his cock. She felt him shudder, she knew the others watching were imagining her tongue upon their shafts. She licked around the head of his cock, flicked her tongue into the open eye, sucking out the clear pre cum. She felt dirty, her flesh was sticky, and prickly but she knew all of the men in the room were wanting her, waiting to feel her mouth, her body, against theirs. She opened her mouth wide and slid all the way down the shaft. Darren's hand slid to the back of her head. 'Your dirty cock sucking slut. Whoa! Slower, slower, you are one dirty cow.' Jean squeezed his balls, and licked at his shaft, she knew he would not last long. Her head bobbed up and down his shaft as his hips jerked toward her face. In a matter of minutes she felt the blast of hot viscous fluid filling her mouth and draining down her throat. Before she could catch her breath, Jean was lifted from the floor and carried across to the pool table. She was lain spread eagle onto her back. Her legs were held apart as hands squeezed and pinched her naked breasts. Jack settled himself between her parted legs. He had the same look of triumph she had seen in Steve's eyes the first time they had met. 'My turn now. You have had the boy now it's time for the man. Now it's time for you to have a little fun, dear Jeannie.' Jack's eyes continued to hold her gaze as he lowered his face onto her body. Slowly he kissed down from her navel, to her pubic triangle. He kissed around the tangle of her hair, edging closer to her parted labia lips. His mouth covered her pussy and his tongue flicked across her clit. 'Feel better darling? You ready for Uncle Jack to sort you out?' 'Yes.' Jean whispered. Jack began to spread her labia lips wide, his mouth sucking on her parted lips his tongue flicking her clit. Jean's hips started to rise towards the pressure of his tongue, her body arched as he softly nibbled her clitoris. Two cocks filled Jean's hands, she gripped the shafts pumping them to the rhythm of her gyrating hips. Jean felt her climax rising, the combined attention to her pussy and tits, freeing any remaining inhibitions, for the first time in her life Jean released her climax in a long shuddering shriek. She could not believe the sound nor the words she expressed, as Jack continued to apply his mouth driving her to a second climax. Jean's eyes shot open the bright light from the over table lamp blinding her. Jean's mouth was dry and after her scream she could barely speak. A bottle of wine was held to Jean's lips, she drank without taking breath from the bottle. As she drank, she continued to pump at the two cocks in her hand till they sprayed fluid over her face and naked breasts. She felt Jack's weight shift. Through the shimmering light she saw his face fall into shadow. She felt the strong confident thrust as his cock slid into her vagina. 'My turn now, girlie, my turn.' Jack's thrusts were slow confident, he varied the position of his cock inside her vagina, he brushed his body against her aching clit. She gripped his cock with the walls of her pussy riding his shaft till she felt it swell then fill her with his fluids. Tired, her head swimming, Jean was pulled into a seated position her legs dangling over the side of the pool table, Jack's semen dripping into an empty pocket on the table. Carlton stood before her. She shook her head to comprehend the size of his cock. It was longer thicker than Steve's almost 9 inches in length almost two inches in girth. She started to edge down the table. Even in her current state she knew she could not take that inside of her. Hands against her back pushed her forward. She tried to turn brush them away, but she was pulled forward by her legs. 'Don't worry girl. You'll love it. All you white bitches love it, once you have tried it. You won't ever want your husband again once you have had my cock inside you. You just have to relax. Don't fight it or I will hurt you.' 'Carlton let me suck you. Jerk you off. I know I can't take that inside of me.' Carlton positioned the tip of his cock against Jean's vagina. He spat and rubbed the tip of his shaft with his hand till it was slick and shining like the polished pool ball. Jean's legs were held apart and Carlton eased himself into her. Jean thought she was going to die. She could not breathe, she could not move she was impaled on this monstrous throbbing shaft. 'Carlton. No. Please let's do this another way. I...I...I...OH!!!' Carlton eased himself deeper into her pussy. Jean felt herself being stretched wider and wider. The group of men watched smiling as they saw the expression of her face changing as more and more of the slick black cock disappeared inside of her. With one final push Jean was impaled deep into her womb. She could feel every notch, every vein of this monster cock. She could feel the pulse of his heart beating against her pussy walls it all felt so very good. Carlton's big hands slid under Jean's ass and he picked her up to rest onto his cock, softly gently he moved her body back and forth so her pussy slid up and down his shaft. Jean wrapped her legs up around Carlton's back, her ass spread wide her anus on display for all to see. She did not care she was in another world filled with this man his hot kisses on her mouth, her naked breasts, his cock driving her higher and higher to a climax she did not think possible. Twice she came before she felt the surging time of his cum soaking her insides. The white fluid ran down her legs, across her ass in small streams. She felt Steve kiss her neck, her back. Carlton still inside of her, guided her back towards the pool table. She felt the solid muscle of Steve's chest against her back, then his cock pushing up against her spread ass. 'Steve no wait. Let me turn around. Let me see you. Steve I am so full.' 'Trust me. You will love this.' 'No Steve you will tear me apart. Steve...' Jean was silenced by Neil clamping his lips over hers, his hand fell to her breast, as Phil reached for her other. She was trapped between 4 men. She felt Steve's cock inch into her ass. As Carlton slid out of her pussy, Neil stepped between her legs filling the void. She barely felt his cock inside of her after Carlton's. Neil began to thrust into her as he withdrew, then Steve thrust up her ass. Jean's body jerked up and down with the continual thrusts. Her breasts were pulled and pressed by three pairs of hands. Phil claimed her mouth as he waited for either of the men to finish. He would take whichever of Jean's holes became available. The night became a blur of mouths and cocks. It seemed there would be no rest for Jean's fatigued body. Late into the night with the public house closed a bedraggled Jean was led back to Steve's car. She slept all the way back to her office. In a dream she went back to her home, Ken was sleeping. She removed her clothes in the bathroom, and then scrubbed away the remains of the nights sex on her skin. As she washed she was surprised to find herself becoming aroused again. The memory of their touch was so vivid she had to masturbate before sleeping. She screwed up her clothes and placed them in the laundry basket. Then she realised her panties were gone, Darren had been given them as a trophy, an incentive for them to do well next month. In the morning she knew the guilt would come. She knew she would struggle to act normally around her family. She knew she would try and break the promise she had made tonight to return if they won again. She could, she would do it, so long as she did not see Steve. But she knew he would come for her, and this nightmare of deceit would continue on and on. The Taking of Jean Ch. 03 The title tells all for those who have not enjoyed the story of Jean please read no further. For those of you who specifically asked for more Jean's tale continues with her husband.....this time. Ken sat in the hotel bedroom adjusting his tie in the mirror. In the en-suite bathroom his wife Jean was getting changed into her evening surprise for him. Ken could not believe the change that had occurred in his wife over the last 12 months. When she took the job with the accountants, he noticed a new confidence come to her, but since she had been away on audits for the firm, she was a changed woman. From the quiet woman who had been a doting mother to his children, and loving wife she had been transformed into the very sexy woman that everyone had begun to envy him of. He liked the change, he liked the new clothes she wore, the way she worked so hard to please him in the bedroom away from the eyes of their teenage children, but sometimes he felt under pressure to perform. He began to wonder if he was enough of a man for her increasing sexual appetite. He had never known her to stray, he had always been faithful, although at times he had looked at other women and wondered. The woman on his arm had always been enough for him. Tonight was an occasion to be out with his office, Jean had promised he would be the most admired man in the room. He was beginning to wonder if this was what he wanted. He began to question, foolishly he felt, the new invitations he received from colleagues to attend parties, and dinners. As he reflected upon their previous night in the bedroom at home, he thought how much things had changed for the better. Aside from the invitations his own personal confidence had spilled over into his work, and he found he was more assertive and oddly more attractive to his female co-workers it was as if Jean's new personae had created a challenge between the women to ask for his opinion, his views and to take his attention. None of them could ever compare to Jean, his lovely wife who had just celebrated her 42nd birthday and who he planned to take away for a surprise holiday in a months time for their 20th wedding anniversary. In the bathroom, Jean applied the finishing touches to her make up. She wanted to look special tonight for her husband. He was a good man, a loving man, and she did not want to lose him. She stood upright and pulled her shoulders back, then tipped a knee forward. There were many younger women who would like to look and feel the way Jean did tonight. She wore a black strapless half cup bra, underwired to support her cleavage, raising it forward on her chest. The padded satin cups hid her nipples, the top crescent just covering enough of her breast to be sexy without being shameless. She wore a black garter belt, with black stockings, and black satin short briefs which pulled tight over her ass, and clung to the lips of her vagina. She reached down to smooth the satin, her finger trailing over her vagina and covered clit. She was excited already, she tried to control the nervous shivers inside of her, imagining the many men downstairs who would like to be doing what she was with their hands. Tonight she belonged to her husband, tonight she would tease, only to prove how powerful, and how special her husband was to her. No other man would have her tonight. But even as she reminded herself of this promise, the thought of Steve flashed across her mind. Steve was the callous bastard who touted her like a whore amongst his friends and acquaintances as a prize for his whim, and his entertainment. She did not love Steve, she was possessed by him. She hated the power he wielded over her. The way he could enter her mind so easily, with his confident smile, his strong body and that big stiff cock that so dominated her body. Tonight was her way of repaying her husband and try to expunge Steve and his sordid sexual group from her mind and her life. Steve had created a spark in her, she did not know existed, he had taken her beyond the limits of any morality she thought she had. He made her want to explore the limits of her body. But he was bad she had known that all along, all experiments in the future would be with Ken. She was full of guilt, remorse for the things she could not tell him, must never tell him. She had to be punished, Ken had to dominate her, although this was not in his character. She would start tonight after the social event, to introduce Ken to a new way of thinking. She would try to get him to use her the way other men used her. Fuck her out of pure lust rather than love. She hoped her plan would work. She could not live without Ken, but right now, she was addicted, to rough sex and the negligent acts of men like Steve. Jean bent forward and used the mirror in the bath room to see how her panties pulled taut across her full round curves. She knew Ken so loved the swell of her hips, that slight ridge of flesh that came with the years. Ken had pulled her onto him with that spare flesh just as the other men, who had taken it in turns to fuck her ass, her pussy and her mouth. The picture of the previous time she had been gang fucked filled her mind. She could imagine all the quivering, pulsing cocks aimed at her, here in this bathroom, circling her body. Jean smoothed the creases out of her stockings, her fingers sliding over her calves across her knees up to the cool soft flesh at the top of the nylon. Her hand again slid over the soft satin of her panties and the warm flesh beneath. Her fingers slipped beneath the satin, finding the velvet warmth of her hot pulsating pussy. She stroked her clit, and felt a damp trail of her juices leak onto her painted nails. She grasped her breast, squeezing the pliant flesh through her bra cup. She could not hold out all night, waiting for Ken, she had to pleasure herself now. She drew down her panties, slipping her fingers deep into her vagina. She hooked one of her breasts free of her bra, pinched and pulled on the nipple as she circled her clit with her thumb whilst driving her fingers into her vagina. She bent her head, covering her mouth with her arm, to stifle her moan as she orgasmed. Ken knocked on the bathroom door. 'Are you alright in there darling?' 'Fine just fine. Just be a few more moments. You had better take a seat, I think you will like your surprise.' Jean tidied her make up and fixed her underwear. She placed a six string pearl collar around her neck, eased her hands into a pair of black elbow length velvet gloves, and entered the bedroom with her matching pearl bracelet in her hand. 'Can you put this on for me sweetheart, I foolishly put on both of my gloves and now can't do up the clasp.' Jean proffered the bracelet to an open mouthed Ken, he had liked his surprise. Ken felt the instant stirring within his pants. Was this beautiful sexy woman really his wife? His eyes focused on her quivering breasts, the ripe mounds of flesh straining to be contained by the black bra. He looked up to the pearl collar around her neck and her dilated pupils, she looked wild with a vivacious sparkle to her. His gaze drifted down to the slight rippled dome of her belly, and the broad sweep of her hips. Did they really have to go down to his office party? He just wanted to lock the door and make love to his wife. But tonight was important, for both of them. It was rumoured a position was becoming available that would improve their circumstances give them a little nest egg to help their children go off to University. It was what they had worked for, the best they could give their family and have a little something for themselves too. Jean's velvet hand touched Ken's face, ruffling his hair. Are you going to sit there and look at me all night or are you going to help me get dressed. 'I would rather be helping you get undressed.' He said pulling her body close to him. He sat onto the bed and pulled her between his legs, her belly close to his face, her fingers brushing his hair. Ken kissed the soft flesh of her belly his hand stroking her bottom through her satin panties. 'Easy tiger! Just keep this in mind for later. We don't have to be home for another day, so there will be plenty of time for us to have some fun. Now would you help me finish dressing.' Reluctantly Ken withdrew his hand from his wife's satin clad bottom and focussed on the clasp of the pearl bracelet Jean wanted placed on her wrist. Leaning forward and kissing his forehead, Jean ensured her husband had the opportunity to gaze down her cleavage, before walking across the room to put on her shoes and dress. She caught sight of herself in the full length wardrobe mirror. She watched the way her buttocks clenched as she moved, she deliberately swayed her hips to further tease her husband. She so enjoyed knowing she had his full attention. Jean turned her back to Ken deliberately bending at the waist to reach for her shoes. She stayed bent for several seconds, feeling her panties taut across her butt, knowing how they would ride up between her legs, revealing the slightest edge of her pussy lips. She stepped carefully into the 4 inch heels easing herself back up to her full height, feeling the muscle at the back of her legs, shaping her calves, pushing her buttock cheeks out. She reached into the wardrobe and slid the tight sculpted black dress over her head. She eased it down her torso, and pulled it over her hips. She felt the dress grip her body, the slit at the back parting to allow the dress to settle just above the knee. She turned adjusting the scallop front of the bodice to cover the edge of her bra. Jean stepped in front of her husband. 'Zip me up darling.' 'How long will it be before I can pull it down?' 'Whenever you like, probably best when we are alone, this is for your eyes and hands only.' Ken turned his wife around so she was facing him. He pulled her to him, pressing his groin against hers. She felt the solid pulsing strength of his shaft. His cock sent shivers down her spine. 'This my darling is waiting for you.' He said gently thrusting against her abdomen. 'Just what I wanted to know. But you have to be a very good boy all evening and make sure it stays that way, just waiting for me.' Ken playfully slapped his wife's ass, she tensed waiting for the next slap. She pressed herself against his chest, hoping it would be harder. She so wanted to be spanked, to be punished for all the things she had done which she could not tell him. Instead the spank became a loving pat and a gentle stroke of his palm across her tensed buttocks. Jean bit her lip, accepted the kiss to her neck and then gently pushed him away. The buffet reception attended by 200 of the company's employees and guests, was a success by any measure. Ken found himself separated from his wife as he was guided around the room, being introduced to familiar clients and some new ones. At times he would look across the room and find his wife in the middle of one group or another, normally comprising of males. When the floor opened up for dancing, he saw Jean being whisked onto the dance floor, as his director ushered him aside for a chat. Jean found it difficult to control her emotions. She was determined that this night was to be for her and Ken. The attention of the other men in the room was fun, exciting but too dangerous even for Jean in her currently aroused state. Her skin was so sensitive that even the slightest touch had her close to her orgasm. In the midst of the dance floor she found stray hands, feeling her legs, touching her garter straps, fondling her buttocks. She lightly brushed off the tentative kisses of Ken's colleagues and pushed aside their hands as they slid across her breasts. She did her best to be with the women but they were cold as a group, with her new found sexuality she was a rival, an outsider, a victim for the nearest predator if they could arrange it. Jean looked for Ken, finding him on the dance floor. Obviously things had gone well, the Directors young PA Katy had her arms draped around his shoulders. She was known only to flirt with men moving up the company tree. This young madam was almost offering herself up to Jean's husband in the middle of the dance floor. Jean felt a flush of jealousy stab at her. She watched as Ken carefully steered Katy through the dancers, deflecting her hands and her attempts to become intimate. Jean almost wanted to scream at him, take her, as part of her own punishment. She felt as sick, as she knew Ken would, if he ever found her with Steve and his friends. Feeling her own pain made her more determined to refuse Steve and make her life with Ken. Jean stepped onto the floor and eased her husband away from Katy back onto the floor. 'Thanks for rescuing me.'he whispered into Jeans ear. 'She is likely to have one bad headache in the morning. I wouldn't have wanted to added to her nightmares.' 'I don't know. I think from the way she was guiding you I think she was enjoying your attention, just the way I do. Perhaps she got to feel that hot cock of yours up against her body. Ken reached down to check his trousers, he was embarrassed again, was his erection becoming obvious again? Jean pulled him close to her body, her gloved hands tousling his hair, running down his chest to his trousers. 'Jean Darling!' 'Mmmm. No wonder she was clinging so tight. I think it is almost bed time.' 'Anytime you say. Anytime you want.' Jean was about to say now. When Ken's director Peter cut in and drew Jean deep into the dance floor. Jean looked back to see Ken captured by another one of the office predators. She mouthed back to him enjoy, as she eased Peter's hand away from her garter belt. 'Ken and I had a chat earlier. He has made great strides recently. He has a confidence he was lacking before. He has potential. Just like you Jean.' 'Potential? I do not understand Peter?' Again Peter's hand slipped to her thigh circling the top of her stocking through her dress. 'I think you do Jean. I think Ken's new assurance has a lot to do with you. You have transformed yourself. You have a presence, you are the ideal partner, a woman who can take her man places.' Peter's hand moved around Jean's back, his fingers resting on the cleft of her buttocks he squeezed her ass, pulling her close onto him. His breath was hot upon her neck, she could feel the goosebumps rising on her flesh. She looked anxiously about her looking for Ken. He had already been pulled off into the shadows. Jean put her hand against Peter's chest firmly pushing him away from her. 'Peter I really do not understand what Ken's performance within the company has to do with me. I have a job, a career, you do not employ me. I understand from others he has progressed on merit. I love my husband, I will support him in anyway I can, but I will not do anything to undermine him, particularly not with his boss.' Peter held her shoulders briefly, Jean sucked in her breath trying to make herself a statue she dare not let him see how close she was to succumbing to his advances. She was angry, she was frustrated to think Peter would threaten Ken's hard work to cheat his way into her panties. If only he knew how easy it could be. She did not want him to know, she did not want any of them to know. She had to get out of the room away from the party before she did something that would spoil not only the night but her future as well. Jean excused herself blaming the heat. She slipped out of the room and headed for the quiet bar, away from the music. She glanced back, Peter was watching her go, with that smirk of someone who felt he could control her. Not this time. She would not be used, trembling she sat quietly on a bar stool and ordered herself a soft drink. Too much wine had passed her lips during the evening and she wanted a little cool off time before finding Ken for a slow dance around the floor and a quick walk up the stairs to their hotel bedroom. One thing Jean had not noticed about her dress when choosing it was how high it moved up her leg when she sat on a stool. She pressed her knees together and swung a little closer to the counter. Suddenly feeling very exposed. In one of the other function rooms near by a wedding reception had been taking place. Jean watched as some of the guests with their button holes came out from the wedding and sat at the low tables in the bar. Looking at the faces, the wedding was not going too well. A group of three men, in waistcoats open neck shirts and suit trousers, came and sat just along from Jean. She saw them look at her, then nudge each other, their faces suddenly wearing smiles. 'Hi. I am Alex, this is Darren, and Wayne. You don't look like you are with Carl.' Darren looked at Jeans face as she tried to hide it behind her tall mixer class of Cola and Ice. 'Definitely not with Sharon either. Can't say I saw you in the reception.' 'You didn't. I am at a party across the hall. Just came out for a breath of air.' 'Party any good? Must be if they all look like you.' Said Wayne leaning in close to Jean and casting a glance down her cleavage. Jean re-positioned her arm to shield her breasts. The men were all in there 30's. Clean shaven, round faced with complexions flushed by alcohol. 'Yes it is good. It is organised by the company my husband works for. ' 'Husband' said Alex slotting in behind Jean, signalling towards the lads to look at Jean's legs and the edge of her stockings. 'Lucky man. Very lucky man. So what have you done with him? ' 'Left him inside. He is talking and I wanted a few moments quiet time before going back in. So how is the wedding?' Jean said shifting slightly on the stool trying to cover her legs a little more with her dress. The condensation from her glass, dripped onto her breast, making her shiver. She felt her nipples rub against the soft satin inside her bra, her pulse began to race as the three men closed around her. She was trembling they were so close, if anyone of them touched her now, she knew she would spurt into her panties. 'Drink? asked Alex pulling a wad of rolled notes from his pocket. He ordered beers for himself and his friends. 'I am asking you lady without a husband. Would you like a drink?' 'No. No thank you, I have one started.' 'So I can freshen it for you. What's in the Cola, Vodka, Rum?' 'Just Cola neat Cola.' 'Give the lady a double vodka. Looks like she needs a little drink to relax with whilst her husband is talking.' Suggested Wayne, teasing the edge of Jean's dress further up her thigh. 'No really. I have had enough drink thanks. Cola is fine, if you really would like to buy me a drink. You haven't answered my question, how is the wedding.' 'Dire. Absolutely fucking dire. Just like any typical marriage you know. What's your name love?' Alex asked as he leant over Jean's back handing out the ice cold beers to his friends. The cold glasses touched Jean's flesh, sending further shivers down her back. Her breasts were swelling within her bra, she could feel her nipples stiffen. She had to get away from these three men. They were exactly what she had been trying to avoid all night. 'Jean my name is Jean. Thanks for the drink but I really ought to get back now. My husband will be waiting for me.' Jean turned on the stool anticipating stepping down, she felt her dress moving and realised she would be showing a large amount of her thigh if she stepped down now. Not what she wanted to do. She considered if Ken had seen her leave and would know where to find her. She hoped so, as she felt she would need rescuing before things went much further. 'So what's wrong with the wedding?' Jean persisted feigning interest as she shifted in her seat. 'Usual thing, the bride is crying in the toilet, because her new husband has just passed out blind drunk across the top table. Thes have been fighting all day, and the fucking bridesmaid is 6 months pregnant. The best man is groping the only decent tart in the place who is married to the grooms brother, who is also passed out on the top table, must be a family habit. We offered to give the bride a bit of a night to remember as the groom couldn't oblige and she flew off into the toilets. So we came out here to see if there is any decent talent around outside and then we found you. Jean.' The Taking of Jean Ch. 03 Darren blew onto her exposed chest making the goose flesh rise, as Alex leant in close behind her. 'Yeah well. Sorry to hear it is such a bad day, I really must go to meet my husband now.' Jean was trembling inside, her pussy lips had parted and were quivering against her panties. The breath of Darren and Alex upon her exposed flesh, were turning her legs to jelly. She hopped down from the stool. Her dress was high on her thigh, the edge of her garter was exposed. She saw Wayne reaching out for her leg as the seated wedding guests looked up in curiousity. Jean hurriedly smoothed her dress down her thighs. The three men crowded in close to her. Jean gently placed her gloved hand on Wayne's shoulder. She leant into him kissed his cheek then abruptly pushed him aside. Free of the circle, she brushed her lips across Darren and Alex's cheek before hurrying back to find Ken. Jean's head was spinning, her heart racing, she had to find Ken, she had to take him to the room now. She was so needed her man. She so needed to be handled roughly by him, feel his cock push deep inside her vagina. She dare not look back at the three men she had left at the bar. She knew if she did would succumb to their obvious want for her body. Jean stumbled into the party room, Peter was on the dance floor with his p.a. Katy now. Jean saw him look across to her as Katy guided his hands up to her breasts. Jean looked at her and thought SLUT. Then the image of herself naked spread between two, three men entered her head, watching Katy was almost like looking in the mirror. Ken was sat beside the dancefloor, he looked lost, suddenly alone the assurance gone from his body, he was partially slumped forward. Jean leant forward, she kissed him open mouthed, almost sucking him onto his feet. His arms slipped about her waist. 'One last dance lover, then it is time to go for our own private tango.' Jean pulled Ken into the crush of the dance floor, she ran her gloved hands across his face down his torso, she brushed against his body, feeling the heat from his erect cock pressing into her. She placed his palms on her buttocks, she wanted all the men in the room to see how hot she was for her husband, how little they mattered to her. She brushed against Peter dancing with Katy, she pressed her husbands face into her bosom smiling defiantly at Peter no one was going to use her to influence her husbands career. As the music faded she walked Ken off of the dance floor and up towards her room in the elevator she realised just how long they had been partying and more importantly how long her husband had been drinking. Her heart began to sink, would she be like the bride left unsatisfied on this special night she had arranged just for her husband and herself. In the privacy of their own room Ken initially took control of Jean as she wanted. He pressed his wife against the door of the hotel room. His lips traced the line of her neck, his face sank into her bosom as his hands stroked her thighs, seeking the garter belt Peter and the other men had been so fascinated by. Jean's need was powerful, urgent she had so many hands touching her through the night. She stripped Ken's shirt from his back, her gloved hands running down his back. 'Have you been a good boy tonight Ken? Did that naughty Katy take advantage of my handsome husband. Did she do press herself against you in the dark. Did she feel your strong hard cock? Did she put it in her hand? Or did she try to put in her mouth?' Jean kissed her way down her husbands torso as she questioned him slipping to her knees. Ken swayed on his feet, not certain how to answer. Was this one of Jean's fantasies, should he play along with her? As he used her shoulders to balance, he felt Jean unzipping the front of his trousers. She stripped away his clothes, his cock brushing her cheek. Her gloved hands stroked up and down his thighs, pulling on his shaft, sending sparkling tingles into his balls. 'Did Katy do this to you? Stroke your big cock, feeling its power between her fingers. Or maybe she sucked it like this?' Ken bit his lip as his wife's mouth closed over his cock. He was surprised how easily her mouth enveloped his shaft, he could feel her tongue licking the head of his cock, flicking across the ridge vein. He could not believe just how sexy his wife had become, nor how much she wanted him. The touch of her gloves upon his bare skin, the heat of her mouth upon Ken's cock, were making him tremble. He could feel the stirring in his balls the tingling sensation as his shaft filled with cum. She sensed the familiar twitching and swelling in her mouth she did not want him to cum yet. Jean gripped his cock tightly in her hand halting the flow of fluid from his balls. She flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue and looked up into his tormented face. 'How bad a boy have you been Ken? Tell me how naughty you were on the dance floor. Did you touch Katy's ass? Squeeze her tits?' Ken fuelled Jean's fantasy of him. 'I pulled her against me. Let her feel my big stiff cock, that was waiting for you to return. She rubbed my hand over her tits, and put her tongue down my mouth. She has very soft tits with big nipples that burned into my palm.' Jean continued to flick her tongue around the head of Ken's cock. 'That is so bad, teasing her like that. Feel my tits, the way you felt hers.' Ken's hand slipped inside the top of his wife's dress. He covered her sensitive nipple with his hand, flicking and stroking the distended flesh he eased her breast out of the cup of her bra. Jean continued to torture Ken with her tongue. Licking down his shaft sucking on his balls as he played with her breasts. She was enjoying the control, the feel of her husbands hand, but still she craved for the touch of others, to lift up her dress, stroke her thighs, her belly, her ass and her pussy. She reached down and pulled her dress up her legs, her own fingers finding the wet slit under her panties. She rubbed at her clit as her husband struggled to control his raging cock. Jean stood up, and led Ken towards the bed pulling him along by the throbbing shaft in her hand. She parted her legs raising her dress she pressed Ken's cock between her thighs. Her free hands, stroking his hair, his back, his buttocks, as she pressed her mouth to his to kiss him. He reached for the zipper of her dress, peeling the bodice down, he freed her breasts from the cups of her bra. His fingers pulled on her nipples, as his teeth sank into her neck. 'I have been a bad girl too Ken. I have let your friends touch me, they have felt my stocking tops, my panties, I have pressed my breasts into their chests as we danced. You will have to punish me Ken, like I have punished you. Put me across the bed Ken, spank my naked ass, till it is red. Make me beg you for mercy then take me. Take me darling, take me.' Ken continued to kiss Jean, his mouth finding her breasts, as his hands reached under her dress, stroking her thighs at the edge of her stockings. His fingers slipped under her panties grasping her buttocks as he sucked her nipples. He believed this was part of Jean's fantasy. The part of being taken by strangers on the dance floor. But he also knew she was his wife. His faithful loving wife and whilst she now dressed differently and in the bedroom acted so differently, he could not believe this was anything more than a game she played with him. The foreplay, Jean's dress had all excited him. He could not wait any longer. He turned Jean around. She tensed waiting for his firm hand, he bent her over the bed, raising her dress he pulled down her black panties. Jean could imagine her ripe round buttocks jutting up towards her husbands hands. The pink fluffed lips of her pussy, parted inviting his touch, his mouth, his cock. She stiffened as he moved behind her. His touch was light on her ass. She heard more than felt the slap to her ass. There was a slight sting, she pushed her ass higher. 'Ken I have been so bad, I have played with so many men on the dance floor tonight, you must punish me. Spank me harder, oh much harder. Harder! Ken slapped his wife's ass. Each time as his hand descended, he snapped back, so each slap, was light. This was after all just a game. He did not want to mark, or hurt his wife. He just wanted to love her. To place his cock into the warm inviting place which glistened with her juices. He could not wait any longer. He placed himself behind her, and dragging her hips towards him, he plunged his cock deep into her pussy. It felt so good to be inside of Jean, feel her vagina grip his shaft. He held her to him trying to slow down the surge of urgency within his loins. He tried to stop himself from pumping so quickly into her pussy, but it all felt so good. Jean could feel how close Ken was to cumming, she knew it was her own fault she should have been slower. But it was too late. She loved her husband, she loved the way she pleased him so completely, but hated the moments like this, when after the flood all she was left was wet and hungry. Hungry for sex, dirty sex, the kind that Steve provided. She rolled onto the bed in her husbands arms, kissed held him till he fell asleep. Ken was not a drinker and tonights intake of alcohol would render him unconscious for hours. In the morning he would love her again and that time it would be slower, gentle and the games would be behind them. But tonight she wanted satisfying. Slowly she rose from the bed. She removed her bracelet and peeled off the gloves from her hand. She slid off her wedding band and left it beside the bed. Jean slipped into the bathroom placing a bath towel between her lips she masturbated till her orgasm came. She washed her hands and her vagina, slipped her panties back on and settled her breasts into the cups of her bra. Re arranging her dress, she refreshed her makeup and headed back towards the bar. I love you Ken... she whispered...I really love you....I just wish you would use me the way others do. . The Taking of Jean Ch. 04 I have become addicted to the character of Jean and the next portion of her story appeared very quickly. I will repeat this is written purely for those who have requested more. You have seen the title if offended by previous chapters go no further, enjoy one of the other offerings on this site. Jean shivered as the elevator descended the three floors to the reception. She had left her husband Ken asleep. After making love to him she had dressed and prepared herself to seek the wild rough sex her partner was not ready to give her. In the brief time it took to descend the three floors Jean studied her reflection in the mirrored surface of the elevator walls. Her eyes were wide sparkling with the anticipation of finding someone, anyone for sex. Her re-applied make up glistened in the artificial light, she could see her breasts heaving as she drew in the short shallow breaths her arousal had created. Her fitted dress clung to her torso, she touched the satin fabric feeling her garter belt and stocking tops, she looked at her neatly manicured fingers, the highly glossed red nails that matched her lipstick. She tried to persuade herself , she did not want this, she did not need this. She could still remember the feeling of Ken's cock inside of her, spurting into her womb filling her. She could still smell his cologne, the taste of his lips on hers. She dabbed the corner of her eye she was close to crying. The door opened, she tossed her head back, sniffed back the tear and wondered into the reception. She did not want to go by the function room where her husband's office party was just winding up. She did not want them knowing. She did not want the complication of cheating on Ken with someone from his office. This had to be strangers. Total strangers she could fuck and never meet again. She turned in the opposite direction circled around until she found the small bar filled with the remaining guests of the awful wedding. She could not imagine Ken having been so drunk that he would pass out on her. Especially not her wedding day. But this was the case with this groom, along with his brother. She could not begin to imagine the humiliation. Her conscience pricked again, it must almost be as bad as having a wife addicted to group sex with strangers. Jean found the bar, she realised she had no money, only her room key. She looked to see if any of the men she had met earlier were at the bar. She could not see anyone but the barman saw her. 'Have you come back for your drink?' 'Pardon?' she said confused. 'The gentlemen you were with earlier, they bought you a Vodka, but then you left. I can pour it now if you like?' Jean looked around the emptying bar, she did not know. Maybe she should go out, but where? She could return to her room for her purse but what if it disturbed Ken? She knew from experience he would not be ready for sex for at least another two hours. Jean needed sex and she needed it soon. Maybe she should take the Vodka and see if anyone appeared. 'Thank you. I will take the Vodka, he didn't pay for a Coke as well did he?' 'No madam but I am sure we can handle that for you.' The barman was cute, in his twenties quite slim, with long blond streaked hair. Jean sat on the bar stool this time she did not worry about how high the hem of her dress rose. Her thighs were exposed, but her stocking tops were just hidden unless she wanted anyone to see them. She took the highball glass from the bar man. His hands were soft, gentle, his white cotton shirt still looked neat despite him having been on shift since 6.00pm or 7.00pm. He turned to wipe down the bar. He had a tight pert ass, it looked like he worked out a little maybe ran, in those black trousers he had the look of a Spanish dancer. He was young, but Jean could imagine him spinning her around upon the chair, and lifting her into his arms. She blushed as he caught her staring at his ass. 'Everything alright madam? Is there anything else I can get you?' 'Not yet.' Jean considered. 'In a little while maybe.' As Jean drifted off into her reverie imagining a night of passion with the young barman, the weary tear stained bride wandered into the bar. Her eyes were smudged, her feet looked weary and her body heavy. She eased herself down onto the stool opposite Jean. She had decided she would join her husband in drinking her big day into oblivion. But instead of being lifted into a drunken euphoria she found only a deepening depression. The bride, Sharon, ordered herself a glass of Champagne. She could at least get drunk in style. She reached across to Jean, grabbing her wrist. 'Would you like a drink to help me celebrate my wedding. Do you know this is supposed to be the best day of my life. The day I will remember always.' Jean looked at the young woman, she was round faced, with what was once beautifully styled and piled dark brown hair. The hair was now spilling over her tiara and ringlets of hair bobbed across her face as she tried to speak. She had a pink lip gloss which matched her nails, and a long diamonte necklace which settled on the rise of her generous cleavage to match her tiara and bracelet. She looked a little like a fairy princess rather than a bride. It was what Sharon had planned to be her groom's fairy princess. Only her prince had been transformed into an ugly frog, by too much drink consumed with his family of wicked elves and gorgons. Well that is how she phrased it. Jean joined Sharon in a drink which became a second and a third. Jean tried to raise Sharon's spirits and between them they began to discuss attributes of the young barman. 'He has a nice ass. A really nice ass, you could sink your nails into as he pummelled you on the mattress.' 'Do you think he could last all night?' 'I bet he has a really gorgoeus long silky cock, that would simply slide down a girls throat.' The barman appeared not to hear, as the girls chatter got lewder and lewder they took it in turns to suggest what they could do to him. There was one real negative to their plans and dreams, both of them had sleeping husbands in their rooms. Apart from which Jean was hoping for more than one man touching her body. All the talk had made her even more itchy than before. She would be fucking a chair leg soon if a man did not appear to fill her aching pussy. The effects of the alcohol began to tell on the bride whose initial high spirits began to plunge her into depression, as they both lamented the lack of a man or men to make their night complete. 'It's alright for you, you still have your figure, you will get laid. But as my drunken husband, Carl, informed me, I am lucky to have him because I am so fucking fat, no one else would bother.' Jean looked up from her glass, a drink induced moment of reflection had caused her to consider the age gap between herself and the youthful barman the women had lusted over. Sharon was big, bigger than Jean, but she was still sexy. She had the hour glass figure of a 50s pinup, her breasts were large, her hips broad, with an expansive bottom adored by Afro -- Caribbeans, her round features gave her a sweet almost child like innocence. The white bridal gown with its simple detail in the bodice drew the eye to Sharon's lightly bronzed bosom. Jean looked at the nature of the colour and decided Sharon had been expertly made up, even spray tanned to achieve the hue and return the fresh skin tone. Sharon was a little round in the shoulders and her bare upper arms were not so muscle defined but in Jean's opinion that made her look more feminine. Sharon was close to tears again. Jean leant across the bar and hugged Sharon into her bosom. 'Don't be silly. He must be very conceited and very blind not to realise he is a very lucky man. You are beautiful Sharon. Every man likes a woman he can cuddle you ask my husband, he loved it when I gained a few pounds after having my children. You are just like one of those 50s film stars. Jayne Mansfield or Marilyn Monroe, I bet given the choice young stud over there would rather bend you over the table at the end of the night than me.' The two women giggled into each other's shoulders, both were close to tears of frustration as well as darkening depression. The young bar man looked across the bar, he had been checking the clock it was time for him to lock up and go home. He watched the two women, hugging each other in a now drunken condition. He smiled. He liked what he saw. 'Looks like you girls need a party to cheer you up.' 'You know of one?' Jean said raising her head from the soft pillow of Sharon's piled up hair. 'Yes. Yes I do. There is one here in the hotel, one of our regulars has a party once a month on a Saturday night. I set up the bar before I start here. Then I get to join them once I have finished. Interested?' 'Are there any attractive men?' asked Jean. Sharon pinched her giggling. 'Jean don't. Don't you'll get us into trouble.' 'You mean apart from me?' The barman said making it plain he had heard much of the women's conversation. They both coloured but Jean tried to retain her air of authority and control. Although she was ready to relinquish it to the barman or any other man prepared to take control of her. 'Whilst I am sure you would be glad to look after both of us, will there be anymore male company at the party. We are two women who would want to party.' The bar man smiled and turned towards the house phone on the back of the bar. 'Ladies I am Sean. I will be your escort to the party. These gatherings tend to have a lot more men than women. I am sure you will be made to feel very welcome. Very welcome indeed.' Sean picked up the phone as Jean rested her head against Sharon's cheek. 'You will have a night to remember after all.' 'I am scared Jean. Should we go? I am pissed off now. I will have a terrible hangover in the morning this is not the night I planned.' 'It will be alright Sharon. I will look after you.' Jean said her stomach performing summersaults. She too was beginning to have second thoughts but the ache inside of her drove her on, if it meant taking Sharon with her, then that was what she would do. It would be a long dark night waiting for Ken to wake and satisfy her. She needed a man, she needed sex now. The trio rode silently in the elevator to the top floor of the hotel. The bravado was ebbing quickly from the two women, Sean watched them clinging to each other. An interesting couple he thought such stark contrasts, an ageing slender milf in black, a young full figure bride in white. They would certainly make the party go with a swing. The elevator doors opened and the two women looked out down the quiet corridor. Where was the party? Sean pushed in behind the pair, with a hand of each of their hips he guided them out of the elevator. His hand slid onto their buttocks. He could feel the movement of their asses, Jean's shorts beneath and what felt like the bare skin of the bride. Was she wearing any panties or just a G string? He guided them along the carpeted corridor to a door at the far end. Jean look behind her, she saw the elevator door closing and the arrow signalling its descent. Jean could feel Sean's hand on her buttocks the fingers moving across the back of her dress to the high cleft of her ass. She looked across to Sharon, who was becoming red faced and a little anxious. She saw the young bride reach behind her, raisng Sean's hand to her waist. Sean knocked on the room door, all seemed very quiet, what kind of party was this? The door slid open a few inches Jean could see small dimmed ceiling mounted lights spreading across a large room. Behind the door the brown face of a woman who could have been a model appeared. She had high cheeks exaggerated eye lashes, stiff black hair. Jean wondered if it was a wig. The bright red lips parted and a set of white even teeth smiled at the two women. 'How I am Shona, you girls with Sean? Want to come to our party, it's just getting warmed up.' Jean hesitated, as Sharon started to edge away from the door. Jean could see shadows moving around inside and the dull thud of dance music vibrated across the carpet into the soles of her feet. 'Don't be shy.' Said Shona stepping into the corridor and taking hold of Sharon's hand, pulling her reluctantly into the room. 'Aren't you just a picture? Just married and out on the town already. What a girl. Come on through, you'll soon get to know everyone real well.' Jean followed her new companion into the small ante room of what opened up into a large penthouse suite. To one side was a toilet and kitchen, ahead of them was the main sitting room and beyond, were the bedrooms. Jean counted three doors. Shona shimmered in the glow of the low ceiling lights. Her skin had the warm colouring of dark coffee, the shimmering was a deep blue metallic dress that clung to her hour glass frame, plunging deep at the back to the base of her spine, similarily opening almost to her midriff at the front. The dress was long but split at the side showing off long slender legs. She moved effortlessly on six inch heels worming her way past the other guests till she was at the center of the room. Jean was captivated like Sharon by the view across the night sky and the winking lights of the town spread out before her. One entire wall was an open picture window. Jean saw her reflected image and that of Sharon against the glass. In the shadows she could see the shapes of the other guests. She realised very few were women, nearly all were men. The few women there, were each engaged by at least one man if not two, who were kissing and stroking their semi clad bodies. As Jean looked at the reflections closer Jean realised many of the men had open shirts or no shirts on at all. Jean rolled her lower lip over her teeth. She could feel the tension the excitement rising inside of her. But she could also see the lost look of terror gradually creeping over Sharon's face. Jean turned to Shona, 'Is this the party?' 'Darling you and the virgin bride are the party. Normally we get quite a few girls come up from waitressing at the end of the night. But there is some fancy company do downstairs and they have all gone there. To be honest we were pretty glad when Sean rang up and told us he had two women in need of a good time. You sort of even the numbers up a little, we are now down to three men per woman.' Jean pulled Shona close to whisper in her ear. 'I don't think you understand. We only came up here for a quiet drink. Sharon 'The Bride' has had a very traumatic day, her husband passed out on her blind drunk. I don't think....' 'I think all your friend needs is a little soft music, some gentle carressing and she will be fine. She looks a little lost why not give her a hug.... or a kiss maybe. These boys have been promised a little show, a little entertainment.' Whilst Jean felt happy to even up the odds, take the strain off of Shona, she did not want Sharon to remember her big day for all the wrong reasons. Jean was also uncertain of the suggestion she should initiate Lesbian sex with Sharon. 'No wait Shona, me it's fine. But Sharon, she is pretty depressed, really cut up.' 'All the more reason why you should show her how to relax and enjoy herself. Sean will be around if you need a hand. Sit yourself down on the sofa over there while Sean fetches you both a nice drink. Champagne wasn't it girls?' Shona clicked her fingers and Sean headed off to collect the champagne. The smile dropped from Shona's lips as she pushed Sharon deeper into the room and onto a large white leather sofa. Jean noticed the steely look of determination on Shona's face. Sharon in her bridal outfit was to be the centre piece of the evening. Jean followed hearing the shuffling of feet above the music. A couple embraced and stepped up onto the floor, holding each other very close, they were virtually making love to the music, two men joined them taking turns in kissing the woman on the mouth, the shoulder, the back. Her short dress was pulled high onto her hips revealing her tiny black panties barely covering her pussy. The men's hands circled the lace top of her stockings, before she shuffled eased her thighs apart and rubbed herself up against one of the bulging erections pressed against her. Jean felt her own pussy spasm at the sight of the woman grinding against the covered cock. She imagined the feeling of the heat coming from the groins of the three men dancing around her. She so wanted to be like that girl, feeling horny hands and bodies writhing against her. The champagne arrived it was cold effervescent and sparkled like the cold coal eyes of Shona as she stared into Jean's face. Sharon leant into Jean's body. 'I don't think this was such a good idea. I feel a little dizzy. Maybe we could leave.' 'Give it a while. Maybe some more people will come. It will be alright.' Jean put her arm around Sharon's head, gently stroking the soft ringlets of dark brown hair. She could feel the warmth of the other woman against her. She could feel the rapid pulse in the young woman's trembling bosom, see the eyes watching her, feel the bodies shuffling closer to her. Shona leant over the two women, her long finger nail gliding down Sharon's back. 'You look like a real picture princess. You make such a lovely bride. What a pity your man isn't around to see you now. Are you wearing something really special under your dress for your big night? Are you packing some really wicked underwear beneath this lovely bridal dress?' Shona purred sliding the glass of Champagne across Sharon's back. Jean could feel the young bride trembling. Shona whispered into Jean's ear. 'Kiss her honey. Her man aint going to. She needs some loving, some real gentle loving.' Jean saw familiar movement out of the corner of her eye. She could see some men gathering reaching into their trouser pockets, feeling for their rising shafts. She had never kissed a woman. She had never touched a woman. Not the way they wanted. She so wanted to run away. To hide. Briefly the image of her sleeping husband came to mind. His cock which had recently filled her mouth, was sleeping waiting for her return. Around her the women, were being touched stroked, their breasts exposed, their flesh kissed. She could feel the heat of Sharon against her, she watched as Shona massaged the bride's bare shoulders and back. She so wanted someone to touch her. She leant forward kissed Sharon's forehead, her cheek. It was soft with salty tears. She kissed the bridge of the girl's nose. She brushed her lips over Sharon's. 'I am frightened Jean.' 'Don't be. Everything is going to be alright. Everything is going to be just fine.' Jean kissed Sharon's trembling lips. She pressed against them, till they parted. Sharon's hands briefly pushed against her chest, then slid about her shoulders pulling her closer, deepening their kiss. Jean heard the sound of a sliding zipper, it was Shona undoing the back of Sharon's dress. Jean felt Shona's fingers inside the bodice, squeezing the full bosom of the bride, the back of her fingers rubbing against Jean's aching nipples. Jean's lips slipped onto Sharon's neck, sliding down the nape as Shona eased the bodice of Sharon's dress down her body. The young woman was wearing a white jewelled corset. Satin bows edged the bra cups, and strips of satin decorated with clear crystal diamonte, detailed the ridges of the bones of the corset shaping her torso. Jean stroked the delicate detail and looked into the frightened eyes of the young woman. She was so desperate for affection, tenderness, she so wanted loving. Jean was not her husband, her man, but she was gentle, considerate, and reassuring. Sharon was turned on the sofa and laid back into Jean's arms, as the couple carressed and explored each other's body the audience became more aroused. Shona eased the wedding dress down Sharon's body, stripping it away till she lay in her corset, her tiny white lace G string panties, white stockings and white heeled shoes. Her round soft thighs were eased apart and Sean stripped of his bar man's clothes dropped between her knees. His smooth frame was lean, the fine muscle developed and toned every movement on display. His soft blond hair played across the exposed area of her belly below the edge of her corset, his young lips carressed her pink thighs, kissing the triangular edge of tiny white panties. His young shoulders pushed up under her knees, as his hands gripped the big fleshy expanse of her naked buttocks. The Taking of Jean Ch. 04 Sharon's legs rose into the air, hands reached out to grip her ankles stroke the backs of her legs. Jean was lifted away from Sharon, as faces dipped to cover her lips, her breasts. Hands gripped Sharon's fingers guiding them towards stiff purple headed cocks. They urged her to stroke and pump the sticky hungry members. Jean saw Sharon briefly search for her face, but then Jean's own lips were smothered and her body enveloped by searching probing hands. At last strong male hands grasped her, held her arms and stripped away her dress, she was lifted off of the ground and passed from one hungry mouth to another. Every crevice of her body was explored her legs were pulled apart as first fingers then mouths ventured up her thighs across to her panties, licking probing her pussy and her ass. On a wave of delirium she was raised aloft she lay across the arms of at least six men who were supporting her. She stared down at Sharon, who was still confused, still fighting the many emotions racing through her head. She was no longer the fat unwanted bride of her groom. Spread eagled across the sofa, she was the voluptuous delight of the assembled admirers, who had freed her breasts from the corset, and who were now sucking, nibbling biting her expansive areas of soft flesh. Sean had already claimed Sharon's G String, her tied it around the shaft of his cock, before edging back between her wobbling fleshy thighs and seeking the soft wet folds of her pussy. Jean saw the shock as Sean entered Sharon, she saw the ripple of her breasts as the young man began to grind against the captive bride. The onlookers began to masturbate, as others claimed their part of Sharon's flesh. Jean felt herself floating, she was powerless to resist, oh how she loved this feeling of being wanted, being desired, being used, but still she hated the woman she was, the wife who left her husband sleeping. The main sitting room disappeared and Jean was carried across to a bed. Ready prepared restraints, tethered her hands, her ankles. She could not resist, she had no control, she could not be blamed for whatever took place. All responsibility removed from her she closed her eyes to enjoy the surge of bodies all pleasuring themselves with her nakedness. Tongues, probed into her mouth, as fingers pinched her breasts, freeing them from the covering of her bra. Her panties were dragged aside as first fingers, then tongues probed deep into her pussy. She orgasmed without realising. She heard Sharon, shriek then moan as she too finally climaxed. The tether on Jean's ankles were briefly released as her panties were pulled down. Her legs were held wide above her head, and the first man entered her pussy. She could not see his face. It did not matter, she could feel his cock, his big stiff cock, ramming deep inside of her. She rose to meet each thrust urging him to take her, use her, pump her full of his seed. Her mouth was pulled open and another thick fat cock, pushed down into her throat making her want to gag. The night progressed one man after another filling her, using her, she was turned over on to her face and another man entered her ass. She was weary, aching, elated. In need of something else. In need of the pain, the humiliation. She was dirty, so very dirty. Sperm was drying on her chest, on her chin, against her thighs. Then when she was spent. Shona entered the room, Jean was dragged from the bed and made to crawl back into the main room. Sharon was lying on the floor, her wedding clothes spread about her. Her legs were open and sperm was seeping from her labia lips. She had been showered in cum during the night. 'She needs cleaning slut. So she can go home to her pissed up husband. Lick her clean. Lick her clean you filthy bitch.' Shona slapped Jean across her naked buttocks. Jean felt her cheeks reddening. She waited. A second and a third slap, each one harder landed on her ass. Jean was pulled by her hair till she was between Sharons legs. Jean licked her way across the exhausted body of the young bride. If she missed a piece of the brides flesh, a slap would bring her back to complete the job. She saw the guests slumped some asleep, in chairs, on the floor, some men idly stroking their semi stiff cocks, hoping for one last erection, one last fuck before the dawn would break flooding the suite with sunlight. Jean and Sharon were finally allowed to dress, Jean stumbled about the suite but was unable to trace her panties. Someone had taken them as a souvenir. She had others, she had spares in her suitcase, she just had to be naked before Ken woke. Sharon and Jean helped each other to the elevator. 'What am I to do Jean?' an exhausted tearful bride asked of Jean. Jean did not reply. The guilt was back the euphoria of the last moments of pleasure ebbing from her body. 'I cannot go back to my useless husband. I know what it is now to gain pleasure from my body, to be sexy, to be wanted, to be lusted over. The fucking dick only married me because he thought I was having a baby. His mum misunderstood something I said. He thought my putting on weight was pregnancy when really I was feeling unloved. I can't go back to him Jean. I can't go back to a ten minute tumble when he comes home pissed. I bought all these clothes especially for him. Now I don't know. I don't know anything anymore?' Jean cradled Sharon to her as the elevator descended. Jean had no answers either. She at least had a man who loved her, adored her, but he still was not enough. She offered soft words of placation, she suggested a waiting period. A last effort on Sharon's part to try out her marriage before; before what? This terrible double life that Jean was leading, by her own admission this could not last. The risks were too high. But she had done it again and now her body ached and longed for sleep. She hoped Ken would still be asleep when she entered her room, she wanted to be able to hold his sleeping body to her, before she became his loving wife again. Jean watched as the broken bride tottered off alone to the bridal suite, then she headed back to her room. She pulled up outside her bedroom door, a brown packet was sellotaped to the door. It was addressed to her. Looking about the corridor Jean opened the padded envelope inside were her panties, a small USB memory stick and a note. So enjoyed the party Jean. We must do it again real soon. I will be sending Ken to Europe in two weeks time. I will contact you then. Love Peter. Jean screwed up the note, despite her best intentions she was now in much deeper trouble than before. This time it was not just her future, but Ken's as well, she had threatened with her insatiable desire for lust. The Taking of Jean Jean found herself surrounded by the three men, then she noticed Graham still stood holding the door open. She sidestepped all three and walked across to Graham. She took his hand, it felt cold, his eyes looked dark, sunken and she saw a strange detached hurt she could not understand. She leant forward kissed his cheeks, and then stepped back, holding onto his limp hand. 'Thank you Graham. I will see you tomorrow, but thank you for everything this week. It was a bit of a trauma my first audit in a while, strange town, new business, you made it all very welcoming and tonight was very thoughtful. Thank you again.' She kissed Graham once more, this time hugging him close to her. She could feel him shivering. His body was so tense. Steve's hand fell upon her shoulder, he turned her around. Phil took the door from Grahame's hand and swung it shut. 'Let's say goodnight properly now shall we?' Steve pulled Jean onto his body, she rested her elbows against his chest and looked up into his steel blue eyes, sparkling from the light. She started to push away but his big hand pressed into the middle of her back pulled her towards him, as his other hand grasped the back of her head. His mouth pressed down onto her lips. She tried to pull her head away, she felt like she was suffocating. His tongue licked at her mouth, finally forcing her lips apart. She shook her head, breaking the kiss. 'No. No. You have to go now. Please you have to go.' Steve keeping his hold on her, spun Jean back into the center of the room, Phil followed as Neil closed in behind the struggling woman. His hands reached for her hips, he pulled himself close, the heat of his groin resting against her buttocks. 'Don't be silly Jean. You don't really want us to go yet. We have only just started to get to know each other. Don't worry about Graham. He won't tell what we get up to. He never tells what he sees, do you Graham? You never let on you saw me you're your fiancée Gail. You never told Gail about Hayley, when she and I were married. You could have been in there mate, could have had Gail on the rebound. She always said how much of a gentleman you were. But then you never have really known what to do with women have you Graham? Just watch and learn.' Jean put up her hands to push Steve away as he closed to kiss her again. Neil's hands slid across her hips, to close over her belly, his fingers spreading across the front of her dress pressing into the tops of her thighs, his stiffening cock, rubbing against the covered cleft of her ass. Neil closed his mouth over Jean's neck, she felt his teeth nip the smooth flesh. 'No!' she tried to push Neil off by pressing back with her hips. It only encouraged him to press harder against her, his hands sliding up to grasp her breasts. She stopped pushing Steve away to pull Neil's hands away from her breasts. Her mind was racing. How had a simple meal out turned into this. Her body was tingling, she was flustered, her skin was prickling with perspiration. She kept on saying they had to stop. She could not do this with them, these strangers. Her body was sensitive, so much in need of sex, but sex with her husband, not with this group of men. Not with Graham, watching from the corner of the room. Phil and Neil pulled her hands away from protecting her breasts. The pair held a wrist each. She was trapped vulnerable and exposed to their hands, and their mouths. Jean's head was held as Steve, closed his mouth over hers again. His kiss was strong demanding, probing, his tongue flicked deep into her mouth. Her face became hot as she fought for breath. She could feel the prickling stubble of his beard, smell the sweet aroma of his after shave. She tried to wrench her wrists free as hands closed over her breasts, squeezing the firm erect stiffened nipples. She felt her dress rising above her knees as fingers stroked across her thighs and pressed into her groin. She had to make this stop. She could not let this continue, but as the hands continued to manipulate her, she felt her panties grow moist as the need within her, made her labia lips puff and part. Graham's mouth was dry. He was broken, defeated again. They had her, they had his Jean, Steve had taken her, the same way he took every woman from Graham. Steve had even fucked his wife Jessica, but that was in a time, when she still had some figure, and an interest in sex. Graham knew. Graham always knew. He watched and felt sick deep into his stomach. But he could not leave. He was trapped as much as Jean. He was shivering, his eyes following the movements of the three men's hands. He wanted to feel her, see her. His cock was rigid after the dormant months spent sharing his cold marital bed with his constantly critical wife. He could feel the pre cum dribbling into his underpants, he watched the hem of Jean's dress rising up to her mid thigh. His cock bucked again, pumping more sticky fluid into his under clothes. Jean's mouth was finally released from Steve's kiss. Her eyes were wide the pupils dilated. She looked shocked confused. She shook her head again, asking them to stop. Stop and let her go. Phil placed his hand under chin pulling her face around to his. It was his turn to kiss her, as Steve's hands pulled and pinched at her covered breasts. Jean's head was swimming. She could feel kisses and bites on her neck. Her face was glowing, tingles were spreading all down her spine, as she felt her breasts being pulled and pinched. Her lips gripped Phil's as he kissed her, whilst she tried to disguise the spasm of her pussy. Guilt, anger, frustration, pulsed through her. She was close to tears as her body fought to betray her, and her husband waiting at home for her. She felt her world crumbling away from her, in the corner, Graham the instigator, the one who was to blame for her plight, watched. She loathed his staring eyes, his quivering stance, and the damp stain circling the rigid pole tenting the front of his trousers. Steve's stiff hot, pulsing rod pressed against her covered abdomen, she could feel the three erections rubbing against her flesh. She felt the zipper at the back of her dress slide down, and then Neil's tongue began to lick down her spine. At last her mouth was free. Free for her to breath and pull in air. The cool air, made her flesh rise in goose bumps as her back was exposed. The thin layer of perspiration began to evaporate as she felt hands begin to explore inside of her dress, reaching up to touch the lace of her bra cups, the smooth dome of her belly, the fine denier nylon of her pantyhose crotch. Jeans dress was pulled up over her buttocks. Beneath the black of her panty hose the frilly lace of her blue bikini style panties became visible. Steve crouched down to press his face into her crotch lick at the hot damp nylon covering her legs. Jean pressed her thighs together trying to keep out the fingers which were reaching for her pulsing pussy. 'Stop this! Stop this now. I can't. You can't. Graham. Graham! GRAHAM! You have to tell them to stop. They are your friends. Tell them they cannot do this. I am a married woman with children the same age as your own. How would you feel if I were your wife?' Graham did not answer. He would not express what he thought of her. She had started this. She had let this happen. She had abandoned him, in favour of the men she was now trying to fend off. If she were his wife he would never have let her near his friends. If Jean were his wife he would have been a different person, he would not have been ignored, the man in the corner, ignored by all until they found a use for him. She was just trying to use him, as an escape, a person to blame for her own weakness. No she had started this, and she would finish it. 'You are not my wife Jean. My wife would not be in this situation. They can hear you. They won't listen to me. They never have. Ask them to stop. Tell them about your perfect marriage and your wonderful kids. I didn't want this. I didn't come out this evening to hear you take the rise out of me with me friends. Have you fall over them all night, and watch you fuck.' Graham was tired, he was bitter and he was trapped in this feeling of déjà vu but he was not going to let this slut who he thought would be his lover blame him for her own predicament. 'Come on sweetheart forget about old grumpy in the corner. We know you don't mean it. We know you don't want us to stop. You are hot for it really. It is your first time for group sex, everyone gets a little shy first time. But you know you can't stop. None of us can stop now. Your tits are almost bursting out of your bra, and your mouth is so soft and full.' Phil said grasping Jean's face again, to kiss her. Jean whimpered shaking her head, trying to hold back her own guilty tears. She did want them to stop. She did not want to be used like this. Neil kissed her neck, whispering into her ear as he eased her dress down her arms. 'Its okay Jean. We know you like it. We know you want it. You are so fucking hot for it. We won't tell anyone. Graham won't tell anyone. It is just a bit of fun. Just a bit of adult fun, away from home. Just relax and enjoy.' Jean was not relaxed at all as she felt the men pulling at the front of her dress trying to drag it down her arms. 'No! You will stop! You will stop now or I will call the police! I am not consenting to this, you will stop or I will scream this hotel down!' Steve rose to his feet, pressing his finger between Jean's clamped thighs. He nodded to his two accomplices who upon his signal threw Jean face down onto the bed. A pillow was grabbed from the bed and her face pressed down into it. 'Now Jean, that is not a nice thing to do or say. We have entertained you all evening, bought you drinks a meal. At no time did you suggest we were forcing you to anything. We escorted you here, you invited us into your room and you made a point of kissing all us including the ugly frog Graham. Now the drink is clearing and you maybe have a little bit of guilty conscience, getting second thoughts. Giving us the family at home and the husband crap. Well dear sweet Jeanie, those ripe tits of yours with their big jutting nipples are telling us you are a liar. The sweet aroma and the damp patch in your panties says you are being a dirty little cock tease. Getting a thrill from leading us on then getting us out of the room. Well my little darling, we are going to give you what you have been begging for. A damn good fucking. Now you are going to start getting these pretty clothes off or we will have to tear them from you, consent or not.' As Jean crashed onto the bed, her cries becoming muffled, Graham almost came in his pants. He watched how easily the three men manipulated Jean. They had told him previously of their after match team play, how they had tagged sluts in bars and hotel rooms. He hated their strength, their confidence, but at the same time it excited him. Jean was under Steve's control she could only accept the humiliation, being downgraded from a woman, to a live sex toy, an object for their personal pleasure. The room was filled with raw tension, animal excitement and sex. His friends had turned from men into pack animals, gathering around their prey. The hem of Jean's dress was dragged up her back, her round squirming bottom arched up from the bed. Through her black panty hose they could view the smoke opaque curvature of her flesh. The ribbed stitching divided her bottom into panelled sections flattening and moulding the spare pounds on her hips and thighs. Steve forced his finger into the black nylon puncturing it in several places. The light tan skin around the top of Jeans thighs pushed out through the holes. Phil pressed Jean's head deep into the pillow muffling her cries, he reached across her back and began to tear at the holes in the nylon created by Steve. Neil moved to Steve's side and soon Graham's ears were filled with sounds of shredding nylon. The men tore at the nylon till only black shreds, clung to her feet and ankles. With the panty hose removed the men began to kiss stroke and pinch Jean's naked thighs and back. Their hands smoothed across the taut navy blue satin back of Jean's bikini style panties. Their hands pushed up under the lace edging exposing her tan line, where the brown faded and her pale pink tense buttocks began. 'Look at that fucking ass.' 'You keep in good shape Jean. Smooth as a baby, so ripe and pert like a great big peach waiting to be bitten.' Steve said sinking his teeth into the base of Jean's buttocks. 'Fucking juicy peach!' Said Neil, grabbing Jeans other buttock and biting into a large chunk of her flesh. Jean squirmed and cried out as she tried to escape the two men's mouths. She could feel them sucking and gnawing her buttocks, she felt her flesh bruising with the action of their teeth. Steve and Neil shifted on the bed, each of them easing her flailing legs apart, their lips transferring to her inner thighs, they licked and nibbled at the flesh till they got to her knees. Rising to their feet they dragged her legs wide apart, pulling off the remains of her panty hose and her shoes. Phil had Jean's arms trapped under his legs, he moved down her body to straddle her waist at the base of her back. He gripped her damp bruised buttocks in both hands and shook them violently. He then plunged his face deep between her legs, running his tongue over her panty clad pussy. 'Dirty little cock tease aren't we Jeanie. Dirty little cock teases have to be taught a lesson. Have to learn not to threaten and cry wolf. Such pretty panties, for a woman who did not intend to show them off. Such slutty panties for a good wife who wants to go to bed alone. These are fuck me panties. These are slut panties. Slutty wives who want to play cock tease get their asses spanked. They get their asses spanked red till they say sorry.' Graham watched as Phil gathered Jean's panties into his hand pulling them tight into the middle, he slid the gathered cloth over her moist slit, rubbing it against the nub of her clitoris. Graham licked his dry mouth and watched as Phil slowly raised his hand spanking first one cheek then the other of Jean's bottom. Graham's breath quickened, as Phil's hand flashed between one cheek then the other. Neil reached across taking the waistband of Jean's panties he pulled the satin down her reddened ass cheeks, he too joined in spanking Jean's bottom. Steve still holding Jean's thigh slapped the soft tender flesh inside her leg. Graham could hear Jean's whimpering cries, begging them to stop, his hand gripped his cock tight at the base. He quickly slid open his fly allowing a thick wad of sperm to spurt onto the room floor. He was trembling with excitement. He still wanted her, wanted her without his friends. He knew he had to wait. Wait until this team had their turn with her. He was going to fuck her. Fuck her so hard she would always remember him. He would take her like she had never been taken before and leave her wanting more. The spanking finally slowed. Jeans cheeks were burning, her face was red and wet, she was begging them to stop. As the slaps stopped, then she felt the soft touch of lips kissing and soothing the burning flesh. Jean was trembling, she felt so shamed, so humiliated, but she was trembling with excitement. She bit into the pillow to stop from moaning as hands glided between her tender thighs parting her legs to allow an exploratory finger to slip inside her panties. She gasped as a thumb circled her clitoris and a finger slipped inside of her pussy. She was pulled over onto her back. Her knees pushed back towards her chest and her panties drawn aside. Her ankles were held above her head, and lips caressed her thighs. She imagined how she must look, her pink labia lips glistening with moisture, her trimmed pubic mound in the triangular frame made by her bikini, her husband loved so much exposed to the gaze of all in the room. 'You like it rough Jean. Don't start fucking deny it, when I have my hand deep inside your slippery wet slutty hole. My fingers are dripping, you are so fucking wet, it's almost like you pissed yourself. Want to see? Want to taste it, slut. Do you want to taste how much you loved it.' Steve held his fingers up sniffing the juice from Jean's pussy. He placed his fingers into his mouth, savouring the taste like a connoisseur. Neil slipped his fingers into Jean's pussy and began to finger fuck her. 'You really are ready aren't you slut. You are going to ask us to fuck you You are going to beg us to fill this dripping pussy with our stiff hard cocks. Jean lay on her back the ceiling was lost in a blurr of tears and confusion. Her reason wanted them to stop, but not now. The fingers stroking her clitoris, pushed deep into her vagina, making her want something else. Phil was beside her head through the blurr she could see him undressing, she could see the shape of his erect 8 inch cock, jutting from his trouser fly. She could see the thick throbbing vein running the length of his shaft and clear pre cum oozing down to drip onto her face. She felt the burning heat of his cock as it grazed her cheek when he stretched forward to pull the front of her dress down. She did not as resist as he exposed the navy blue lace of her bra cups, her nipples jutting forward urging his fingers to grasp and squeeze them. Jean shuddered as tingles filtered down her body into her pussy. Her hips started to arch and buck. She was out of control. She could see her husband's face, could feel his loving kiss tracing the edge of her tan line. She felt so guilty, but she was beyond stopping now. The tension increased in her body as the three men kissed her thighs and pinched her aching nipples. 'Tell us what you want bitch. Tell us you want cock. Tell us or we will punish you.' Phil exposed her left breast, pinching the nipple till she cried out. He closed his mouth over her breast, first sucking then biting her nipple. He sat up ran his cock over her lips. 'You want some don't you? Tell me you want my cock.' Graham watched as a now naked Steve, with his erect cock swinging from side to side, began to slap the back of Jean's naked thighs. Neil, his fingers fucking Jeans bucking pussy, placed his mouth over Jean's clit and began to lick. 'Come on slut. You want it. You want it so fucking bad. You are fucking Neil's mouth to make you cum. You want his cock, in your pussy. You want our cocks pounding your pussy. Come on Jean just say it. Steve I want your cock. Phil, I want your cock. Fucking say it.' Neil had Jean hovering on the edge of a climax, his fingers stopped wedged into her vagina, his tongue feathering her clit. Jean had no choice. She could not believe the voice she was hearing in her head. 'Fuck me! Fuck me bastards! Stick your cocks in me. Fuck me, fuck me with your cocks. Fuck me!' Phil held his cock over Jean's mouth. 'Suck my cock you dirty bitch. Put it in your slut mouth and suck me till I cum.' Phil turned Jean's face towards his dripping cock. With tentative licks of her tongue, Jean closed her lips around the salty purple head. Phil grasped her hair pushing her head down onto the bed before forcing his cock deep into her mouth. Jean gagged at first fighting for breath, until her throat relaxed. Graham watched as first Jean's bra was pulled away from her breasts, and then her panties were torn down her legs. He watched as her legs were drawn back and her gaping pussy was exposed to his gaze. He now saw her for what she was, a slut, just another woman open and available to animal lust. The animal pack that had her pinned down, were placing their cocks into her pussy and driving her body. He stripped out of his clothes. He no longer cared about being part of the group, being part of the animal group. He just wanted her, to feel her writhe and buck as he pushed his cock inside of her. He wanted to splatter his cum all over her face, her body and in her holes. This woman who feigned modesty, who spoke to him only of her family and her interests was just a slut, like every other woman. The Taking of Jean He watched as Neil made Jean orgasm with his mouth. Phil pulled his cock out of Jean's mouth and sprayed her face with huge globules of his sticky cum. They gathered around her, taking it in turns to suckle her breasts, bite her inner thighs, kiss her mouth, then Steve was between her legs. He stood looking down onto her face as he pushed deep into her pussy. Graham saw the look of submission, the roll of her eyes as she surrendered taking his full length in one movement . Steve gloated with self satisfaction as Jean's hips responded to his rhythm soon she was cumming again as he fired his seed deep into her womb. Then it was Neil's turn, Jean was rolled over onto her belly, she licked and worked Steve's cock till it was hard and erect as Neil entered her pussy from behind, dragging and pulling on her distended breasts till he shot deep inside of her. He took his place at Jean's head as Phil took his turn inside of her pussy. Graham stood watching, fingering his cock, until each man was spent, till Jean's pussy was covered in cum, and her thighs were covered in silver trails of dried semen. Jean started to roll over onto the bed. She was tired, she was sore, already the memory of what she had done, was tearing her apart. She could see in the mirror the marks the men had left on her. However was she going to conceal the evidence from her husband? Graham grabbed hold of Jeans ankle and pulled her down onto her knees. The others looked up surprised to find him joining in. 'You are a bit late to join the party mate. She is shagged out. Sure you know where to put it? Jessica has been begging us for months, for a team tagging. Seems you have not been able to get it up for some time.' Graham looked down at his six inch cock, with its glistening purple head dripping with glistening pre cum he was the smallest of the group but he knew she would feel him fucking her. 'I don't see a problem. You want to fuck my wife you are welcome. I want a piece of this little bitch who has been leading me on a dance all week. I want the slut I took out tonight. I want the woman who was supposed to be with me, when she was draped over you all night. I know where I want her, and how I want her. I don't want any of your sloppy seconds either. I don't want her stretched pussy, or her cum filled mouth. I want to be the first to take her virgin ass. I am going to fuck you, Jean like you have never been fucked before.' Jean stiffened as she heard Graham mention her ass. No one had ever fucked her ass. She looked back at this strange man, his nostrils flared with a strange glint in his eyes. She started to get up but hands reached down and held her in place. 'No! Graham no! Not my ass! Please fuck me please. I want you to fuck my pussy. Put your cock into my pussy.' The words cloyed in her throat, like the sperm lining her mouth. The last thing she wanted was the strange man who had led her into this mess fucking her. She felt his hands on her hips. She tried to position her pussy to rub up against his cock. She felt sick inside doing this. But she could not let him enter her ass. Graham, looked down onto the prone woman, her hands and head held for the first time he saw a strange admiration in the faces of the group. 'I never had you down for shit hole fucker Graham. Go on man, take her, stretch the bitch. She tried it on with us. You are the man, you fuck her. You show her who is boss.' 'Fuck her ass! Fuck her ass!' 'Stuff her butt! Come on Graham. Go on fuck her!' 'No! No! Please don't! Stop it! Stop it Steve. Don't! Tell him, I did everything, I did.....Let me go! Let me go! Let me....' Graham, licked his fingers spreading her buttocks to make her anus damp. He wiped the sticky pre cum over her ass, and started to probe with his finger. Jean tried to dodge away. She was crying pleading for him not to enter her. She promised, to sit on his cock, ride him anyway he wanted, she pleaded with Steve, she would suck him off again, if he did not help Graham. Instead the men grabbed her buttocks pulling them apart to make it easier for Graham to push into her ass. She felt the probing of his finger, she tried to push it out then felt the pain as he continued to drive into her. She relaxed as the finger was withdrawn. The last globules of sperm mixed with her juices were smeared over her anus. Graham positioned his cock and gradually pressed until his cock began to slide into her. Jean could hardly breathe, she thought he was going to be torn apart, she never realised how big his cock would feel inside of her ass. Then he was in her. She was skewered onto his hot throbbing cock. She could feel the full length of him inside of her. His hands slid along her belly he pulled at her breasts, rubbed her now sensitive clitoris. Slowly he began to fuck her. She had never felt anything like it before. She had never felt so full. Steve stroked her hair as the others encouraged Graham to continue fucking her. 'Take her. Fuck her. Show her who is boss.' 'Go on man give it to her. Slap that slut's ass. Make her beg for it.' The men reached under her, as Graham grasped her hips with his hands using them to pull himself deeper into her pussy, they pulled on her breasts, Phil aroused, positioned his cock level with Jean's mouth and pushed his cock into her. Steve continued stroking her back, her thighs, coaxing her. 'Ride it. Come on Jeanie ride it, relax. Relax.' His fingers slipped into her pussy, he lubricated her dry clitoris and began to finger her. Jean's eyes suddenly sprang open, she could feel herself getting wet, she was going to orgasm. Deep in her core she felt the most amazing bubbling at her core. Jean started to push back on the cock inside of her, as Graham shot his load deep inside of her. He stayed in her till she climaxed. She buried her head into the pillows as the men dressed and went away. What would she do when the morning came, how could she face Graham again, how could she go home with the marks of passion all over her body? Graham went home to his wife, taking her roughly in their bed, he fucked her roughly till she came. The bitch would not be begging Steve for sex again. But he would make sure Jean would be begging him again. Starting in his office, she had better beg well or her husband would know all about Jean's night out. The Taking of Jenny This is written for the more broad minded reader. It would be nice if who ever reads it takes just that extra few seconds to vote. The vote is an invaluable source of information to a writer as it lets them know whether the subject matter and style are something readers would like to read more of. I always had a thing for her, even when we were kids I had always wanted to get into her knickers but, her being my sister, I had so far managed to restrain myself, mainly due to the belief that if I made a move on her she'd go straight to mum or, even worse, dad, who I was sure would belt the living daylights out of me. It has been always very difficult to restrain myself around her but especially hard in the last couple of years, trying to control myself in her presence had been testing when she had been less developed but had become even more arduous now that she looked so hot. Like most 18-year-old girls she wore very tight trousers that clung to her body like a second skin so that when she walked I could see every movement of her arse, leaving little to the imagination, and whenever she bent over her arse looked so tight and inviting I just wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck it there and then. Even worse were the times when she wore those really short skimpy skirts and pranced about the house or just after a shower when she just wrapped a towel around her self and I knew there was nothing else underneath. At times like these I couldn't take my eyes off her and found myself trying surreptitiously to look up her skirt or trying even harder to look up her towel, while she sat in the lounge doing her nails, hoping to catch a glimpse of her tight unfucked pussy. I'd even sit there praying for the towel to fall so I could see her beautiful tits, which were at least a double D. I watch her now as she goes about tidying up the house for mum; she seems to have shot up this year. As she stretches to tidy up the cupboards in the kitchen I assess her, she's about 5'8", 130 pounds, 36DD/27/35, her legs are long and slim but not thin, and they are well formed and smoothly waxed, her whole body moves gracefully with the posture of a ballerina, Jenny has long thick almost jet black hair that reaches all the way down to her waist,. She is very beautiful, like our mother, with lovely green eyes above which are long dark eyelashes which are crowned with thick nicely shaped eyebrows. Her mouth is large but suits the rest of her facial features well and she has full bodied lush lips. Jenny's nose is well formed almost sculptured turning up very slightly at the end making her look especially cute. Today she is wearing an old green pleated school skirt, which since she has shot up, is now a lot shorter on her than when it was originally purchased. As she stretches up the skirt lifts and I can see most of her thighs and even an occasional glimpse of her flimsy white knickers, my heart seems to miss a beat as my cock jerks inside my trousers and I lick my lips at the though of engulfing her fresh tender virgin cunt with my mouth and savouring her hot sweet juices. I know she is still a virgin as mum and dad are so strict, she is hardly ever allowed out of the house on her own, even then she has to dress down as dad is very strict on what she wears outside the home. The school they have chosen for her is an all girl school which means her experience of boys is very limited. We're on our own today and most of tomorrow, as mum and dad have gone to see our grandparents in Portsmouth before she goes off on holiday. I watch her closely, she has finished with the cupboards and she moves across the room gracefully, like a gazelle, as she makes herself busy putting water in a bowel to scrub the kitchen floor. I can't help but just spy on her moving around the room, not exchanging a single word as I watch like a predator waiting for his prey to slip up so he can devour it. Her very nearness excites me as she gets down on her knees and begins scrubbing the kitchen floor tiles with the scrubbing brush. As she moves forward her skirt rises and soon I have a clear view of her panty covered arse and cunt, the thin white nylon knickers seem completely see through and cling to her mount as they are swallowed up into the groove of her cunt, I can make out some of her light coloured fine wispy pubic hairs as they protrude from the knickers. This is the last straw; my cock is now rigid and takes over my brain, my restraint, which I have struggled so hard to maintain over the years, disappears. I get down on my knees behind her and begin gently rubbing her pussy through the thin fabric of her knickers with two fingers back and forward. She tries to rise up as she protests. "No Peter, what are you doing? Please stop, we mustn't, this isn't right we have to stop please. I've never been touched down there before, please stop." It's too late; I couldn't stop now even if I wanted to. At this point in time my self control is completely depleted. I pay no heed to her protest and use my free hand to force her down. Her cunt is now becoming wet and sticky quickly making her knickers damp as it lubricates itself automatically as part of the primeval instinct in preparation for mating. Her self-control is slowly ebbing away and her protests are only nominal and mumbled at this stage. My nostrils soon detect the scent of her excited secretions stimulating me further as I inhale the heady scent through my nostrils; my cock is so hard it's almost ripping my trousers in its eagerness for release. I move my other hand down to her knickers and with a quick jerk manage to tear the flimsy material of her knickers apart exposing her cunt. I thrust a finger deep inside her tight moist sex, I can feel the thick sticky sap as I withdraw my finger and move it towards my mouth, the smell as it reaches my nose is intoxicating and the taste of her sweet syrupy juices, as I stick my finger in my mouth and suck on it, drives me insane with wanton lust. I push her head down so that her arse is sticking high up in the air, positioning myself behind her I can see her soft fleshed quim with the very fine pubic hair of a young girl; it looks so beautiful, soft, pink coloured folds of glistening flesh, her juices, like early morning dew resting on rose petals. "Please stop Peter we mustn't you're my brother, this isn't right, as much as I may want this we must stop." Her protest was half hearted and the wording she had chosen to use let me know that she wanted this, perhaps not as much as I did but she did want it, she had vocalised the fact and there was no going back now. I bury my face in her arse my nose in the crease of her buttocks pushing at her pucker as my mouth makes contact with her hot juicy pussy for the first time. "Peter what are you doing stop, don't do that its not clean stop, please stop." I may have stopped had she been more negative or had screamed or something but her soft mumbling voice does little to put me off. My mouth begins to make love to her virgin pussy, sucking on the thick inner labia that have now become bloated as her arousal increases thanks to the recent stimulation of her treasure cave by my experienced fingers. I plunge my tongue into her depths licking just past the entrance wanting to eat her, swallow her lovely flesh marinated in virginal juices, the more I have of her sap the more I want and I attack her quim as though I'm a famished wolf and a rare bloodied steak has been placed in front of me. As her protests vanish they are replaced with cries and moans of pleasure, she is now too far gone with the pleasure my mouth and tongue is giving her cunt to want to stop. "Ahhh... ahhhh... mmmmm... yesss... oh... god... yes... yes... don't stoppp... kissss... my... pussy... god... don't... stop... please... Peter... eattt... mmmmm... me... ohhhh... it... feels... sooo... ahhhh... mmmm... gooddd... ahhhhh... yesss... it feels... Soooo... nice... goddd... yessss... " I have no intention of stopping as I suck harder in an effort to drain her of her wonderful elixir that is now pouring out of her sweet pussy like a stream. I unbuckle my pants and pull them down while continuing to eat her. I haven't got any underwear on so my cock just springs out like a coiled spring standing straight up, rigid, swollen and bigger than ever. Holding her tightly I roll her over, positioning myself so that I am on top with my cock just above her wonderful mouth in a 69 position hoping that she will reciprocate my efforts and take my cock inside her warm mouth but am disappointed when her mouth remains closed. "Suck my cock Jenny, put it in her mouth and suck on it, lick it go on Jenny please suck me." Having given her the instructions I return to her pussy licking from one end of her cunt all the way down to the rubbery dark pink pucker which is all ready wet from the mixture of her pussy juices and my saliva which have run down her crease. I repeat this several times before latching onto her clit with my lips while slowly pushing two fingers inside her tight pussy and begin fucking her with them as I nibble gently on her clit, which is now fully erect and much bigger than I would have imagined. I am thrilled when I feel her warm breath on my cock head as she opens her mouth, hesitantly and very slowly Jenny takes my cock inside her warm oral cavern inch by inch. She must like the taste as she is now taking more and more of me inside her mouth as her tongue brushes the underside gently. I'm impressed as to how quickly she takes to cock sucking and how much of my fat 8" cock she finally manages to swallow. I move my tongue to her arse hole licking the tiny entry lubricating it for what's to come as she squirms beneath me. Returning my mouth to her clit I suck it into my hot mouth while with my tongue tip I lazily stroke it, my two fingers still buried to the hilt inside her tight virgin hole as I stop sucking her clitty just long enough for me to coat a third finger with saliva and this one I push slowly but deliberately into her tiny anal hole, excited as the rubbery flesh parts to allow my violation of her anus to continue. She briefly struggles beneath me at this fresh violation but soon settles once accustomed to this new intruder as I rhythmically finger fuck both of her virgin holes simultaneously, she seems to quickly become accustomed to the long fat finger embedded deep in her arse and begins thrusting upwards to meet the three invaders of her lower orifices while her head moves upward sucking hard on my cock which is now nearing explosion point. I push my fingers deeper in her cunt and can feel the wall that must be demolished before she becomes mine. I decide to cum in her mouth first knowing that the second time I will last a lot longer and want to make sure her first fuck is one she will remember. I am surprised and pleased with her cock sucking efforts; they have served to build up my excitement. After her initial protests and delay in actually allowing my cock to enter her wonderful wet warm mouth she seems to have had a complete change of heart once she has tasted my meat, her large soft lips are made for sucking cock as she swallows my manhood they grip round my flesh like a vice drawing more and more of my length inside her sweltering mouth while her tongue swiftly wipes the pre-cum off the tip of the head again and again. Once she had accepted my offering I begin fucking her mouth as if it is her cunt pushing ever deeper until I feel her squeeze my rock hard balls and I instinctively bite down on her clit relishing the taste of her virgin juices at the same time feeling my balls swell as the skin around them hardens and my spunk rises to the surface to finally erupt like a gusher out of the tiny pee hole on the tip of my dick with a burning sensation. I can feel and hear her as she tries to swallow my cum, but even I am surprised at the abundance of spunk that pours out of my cock like never before as my cock throbs and twitches wildly inside her oral fuck cave. I am excited with her performance and spread her cunt and arse open with my strong hands as I begin feasting with a renewed enthusiasm on her warm fresh flesh not touched by other hands since she was a baby but now being stimulated not just with both hands but orally as my tongue licks every nook and cranny of her virgin pussy and goes even further down to forbidden territory as it licks at her anal opening smelling the muskiness of that place as I try to push my tongue inside. She is now squirming beneath me as I saturate her holes with more saliva and insert two fingers in each, her legs spreading wider to give me right of passage as she groans loudly and then begs me for more. "Oh god Peter... yesss... oohhh... mmmy... god... I can't... whatttt... are yooou... doiiinngggggg... to me, ooohhh... goddd we shouldn't be doing... ttthhhiss... I feel... soooo... hot... I'mmm... burning up... inside... yessss... goddd... yessss... youuu dirty... bastard... III... yesss... god... donnnnttt... stoppp... " I pull my cock out of her mouth and move to her side kneeling next to her as I hungrily seek out her mouth, then her tongue sucking it inside my mouth as I hold her to me, I move down to her tits tearing the blouse open and pulling her bra down to reveal her wonderful breasts my head goes down engulfing a nipple in my mouth and I suck hard alternating between the two erect peaks and listening to her moaning getting louder like music to my years. "Get on top Jenny let me make love to your pussy with my mouth again. " I implore her. She is now in need of some form of release and obeys without protest straddling my face and I feel her voluntarily take my semi erect penis back inside her oral Eden sucking it inside while her large firm lips squeeze around it as they draw it further in, my cock reacts almost immediately as it grows with her quickly learned oral stimulation of the crown. I am now like some starved werewolf my mouth sucking every bit of her soft flesh it encounters, her inner lips are now fully engorged as I suck hard on them then nibble at them initiating little whimpers to join her moans until she suddenly explodes inside my mouth her cum filling my mouth like a huge tidal wave as I suck her even harder trying to drink every drop of her first male induced precious cum. She lifts her head off of my now fully erect hard manhood and cries out. "AAAHHHHHH... GODDD WHATTTT HAVEEE YOOUU... AAAAHHHH... DONE TO... MEEEE... AAAHHHHH... PETERRRR... PLEASSSSEEE... I... I... CAN'TTT... TAKE IT... OHHHHHHH... STOPPP... AHHH... AAHHHH... YESSS... OOOHHH... AH... AHH... AAAAAHHHHHHHHH... AAAHHHHH... " I continue my feast like a man possessed as my mouth moves quickly from one hole to the next sucking, licking, biting while she puts her hands behind herself pulling her bum cheeks open for me while her head continues bobbing up and down sucking my cock, her saliva dribbling down to my balls impaling her mouth on my cock like a well versed slut. I push my fingers inside her well-lubricated holes feeling them slide in with ease now as her orifices grow accustomed to being used and violated. I want to fuck her but can't bring myself to stop eating her cum soaked flesh, my mouth locates her big long clit and I suck on it hard until it is in my mouth using my thumbs to open her cunt wide at the top so that her clit is completely at my mercy my tongue ravishing it before I bite gently on it making Jenny scream. I release the tiny nerve filled hub from my teeth stroking it rapidly with my tongue until she explodes cumming again, screaming and writhing uncontrollably above me as she tries to get up but I hold her down guzzling her cum until she looses control her cum suddenly shoots out in a jet of fluid as she begins ejaculating taking me by surprise as I gulp the sweet tasting liquid, like a thirsty man would a cold beer to quench his thirst on a scorching day, the thick sweet liquid warming my throat. It's as if her sap has given me renewed energy, I half push half lift her off of my body and before she has a chance to stop me I have her pinned beneath me trapping her legs between my shoulders and the floor while my hands press hers to the floor high above her head. I push my body forward, as if made for this union I feel my cock head find its target first time as it seeks the opening of her virgin pussy like a laser guided missile and slowly pushes her delicious wet and delicate fleshy folds apart until it's resting on the edge of the entry to her cunt surrounded by her soft engorged pussy lips. "Please Peter we mustn't. I may want this as much as you... but we shouldn't... you're my brother... it isn't right, please stop... I'll suck you again... please let me just suck you... I'll suck you until you shoot in my mouth but you shouldn't... ma... fuck me." I t was too late now my cock was in full control, she had only used the word shouldn't not can't and the way she said fuck so hesitantly, so innocently made me want to fuck her all the more. I pushed my cock inside her tight hole with all my strength and felt the soft fleshy barrier collapse with the first assault as I begun to fuck her, pushing my cock all the way inside her until I could feel her cervix then thrusting my rigid shaft in at an angle alternating which side of her juice box I rammed it into. I got a rhythm going, I thrust into her with slow long deliberate plunges, her tight cunt felt good as it squeezed my cock, and then pulled out of her just leaving the tip of the head inside her orifice and then pushed back until I was again as deep as I could get. At first I could tell she found it uncomfortable and perhaps painful and she shed a few tears, I wasn't sure whether this was down to pain or the thought that her brother had taken her virginity or a mixture of the two, whatever the case the problem seemed to vanish after a few thrusts, perhaps knowing her cherry was gone for ever her reservations and restraint had gone with it. She begins to moan wildly and then she screams out her encouragement. "YESS... OOOHH YESSS... THAT'S GOOD... OH GOD... YES PETER... FUCK ME... PUSHHH... PUSHHH... YOUR COCK IN ME... FUCK... YOUR BABY SISTER... FUCK ME YES... FUCK ME GOOD... GOD IS... THIS... WHAT... WHAT... YY... YOOU... DOOO... TO OO... THAT... SLUTTTT GIRLFRIENDDD... OF... YOURS... I... BETTT... MY... PUSSSSYYYY... IS... NICER... IS... IT... PETER... IS... IT... NICE AND TIGHHHT... OH... GOD... IT FEELS... SOOO GOOODD... YES... YES... FUCKKK... MY... TIGHT... CUNTTT.T... BROTHER... FUCKKKKK... ITTT... GOODDDD... UNTIL... I... CUMMMMM... DOOOO... ITTTT... TO... MEEE... LIKE... YOUU... DOOOO... WITHHHH... THAT... SLUTTT." Listening to her talk dirty drives me nuts as I fuck her ever harder and faster my cock splitting her cunt open as it slams inside her until my balls slap her arse only to be pulled back out an instant later so it could be rammed back inside her harder and faster than before. I can feel her body quake beneath me as her cunt tightens around my cock drawing it into her wet abyss and I continued to thrust into her soft pliable pink flesh which is saturated with her cum enabling my cock to slide easily deep inside her body. The position she is in allows me to penetrate her fully and deeply. I can feel my hot spunk churning inside my swollen balls waiting for that moment when it will be released from them enabling my seed to rise up and travel from my aching balls through the narrow tube in my cock to make a break for freedom inside her pussy. Her words excite me, listening to her begging for more while simultaneously having my cock milked by her cunt is too much and I finally loose control, my cock inflating inside her body like some long fat balloon before finally bursting and releasing its jet of thick spunk inside her pussy while it in turns continues to milk my cock in its greed for more of my seed as nature intended. I have now cum inside her and moved off her but I want more, much more I had waited for this moment long enough, my imagination of what we would do when the moment arrived was rife with possibilities and my mind and body needed to put those ideas into action. The Taking of Jenny I was driving late on one of those summer nights that were hot and I couldn't sleep. I was passing a club. It was about 1 in the morning and I saw her. She looked gorgeous. I pulled over and watched. She came out of the club, wobbling on her feet with two girl friends. They all hugged and kissed and said their goodbyes while I watched them. She was about 5'5", 115 pounds with brown hair, 38 x 24 x 36. Her breasts stood high on her chest, her ass looked perfect, round and well shaped. She was dressed in a top that barely covered her slim waist and that her luscious breasts almost fell out of. She wore a short, loose skirt that just covered her delectable ass. She had on 4" heels that accented her legs, which were very nice indeed. Every bit of her said, "Fuck me!!" She was Jenny, my son's 33 year old ex-wife and I was going to fuck her. My name is Don and I'm 60 years old. I'm 6' and weigh about 240. I have a pretty good build with a large chest and arms that can hold any woman tightly. I also have a large cock that is 9" in length and around 1 ½" around. I will plunge it into her tight pussy and fuck her hard and long. She was divorced from my son due to the fact that she had an affair with an older, married man at work. Long story short, my son gave her a chance, it didn't work out. I was going to get some revenge. I watched her say her goodbyes and she stumbled to her car. It was parked in the back of the lot and as she started to climb in I pulled my car over towards hers. I watched her pull out of the lot and start off towards her apartment. I didn't know where she had moved to since the divorce and didn't want to lose her. After about 15 minutes she pulled into a parking space next to a building that was nice looking with probably 15 apartments or so. I pulled my car over and got out. I watched her get out of her car and walk towards the building. I followed her slowly as she opened the door to the building. I waited for a couple of minutes and then went to the door. I found her name on a mailbox and noted the apartment number. I tried the door and it was unlocked so I went in and softly walked to her door. I listened and heard some music playing softly as I knocked on her door. She didn't answer so I tried the door bell. After a minute or so I heard the lock on the door open and the door started to slowly move. I pushed hard on the door and knocked her off her feet. I went into the apartment, closed, then locked the door. Jenny lay on the floor in a semi-conscious state from the booze and being knocked down. I turned the music up a little, but not blaring. I went over to her and pulled her up from the floor. She moaned as I picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. I put her on her bed and feasted at the sight of her body. She had taken off her top and skirt and had put on a silk robe. The robe did little to cover her body from my view. My cock was already rock hard and tenting my shorts. I looked in her dresser and found some nylons and scarves. I took them and walked over to the bed. I pulled the robe from her and I again took in her sexy body. I unfastened her front close bra and pulled it from her chest. Her gorgeous tits were now open and standing out firm, her nipples hard and begging to be sucked on. I then ripped her panties from her body, her hairless pussy with her lips extended and a bright pink in color looked very inviting, also waiting to be sucked on. I took the scarves and nylons and tied her legs and arms to her bed. Jenny laid spread eagle now on her bed as I took her panties and made a gag out of them, partially stuffing them into her hot mouth. I took my clothes off, my steel hard man meat standing at full attention, all 9" dripping and waiting to fuck this slut. I climbed on the bed and started to suck on her beautiful tits. I moved between her thighs and rubbed the head of my cock over and into her lips. I continued to suck her nipples, alternating back and forth between them as I rubbed her pussy with my steel hard cock. Her cunt started to get wet as I maneuvered my cock head into her a little. I didn't want to push it into her until I woke her up. I wanted this little bitch to see who was going to fuck her and make sure that she knew it. I started to softly talk to her as I kept up the slight pressure of my cock into her cunt. She was starting to get wet, her body couldn't help it. As I grabbed her tits with my hands and caressed them she started to come around. I took one of my hands and softly slapped her face. I was slapping her face softly, calling her name and trying to wake her up. As I did this, I kept up squeezing her right tit with my other hand and kept up the pressure of my cock, just inside her cunt lips. Jenny started to wake up as I kept softly patting her face now. I coaxed her into opening her eyes. As she opened her eyes, she looked around and tried to move. Finding her arms and legs bound she opened her eyes fully and then looked into my face. Jenny looked at me for a minute and then fully understood who I was and what was happening to her. Suddenly, Jenny started to try to get away and tried to scream. Her panties cut off her scream. At this point, I shoved all 9 inches of my cock into her hot pussy. She cried out through her panties and I then started to fuck her slutty cunt. "Take this you little bitch, I'm getting my revenge on your slut cunt for the anguish that you have caused my family," I told her. "I'm going to fuck your cunt, then your ass, hard and long with my cock," I said to her. "I'm going to fuck you until you cum on my big, hard, dripping, steel hard cock!! You might not want to, but you will orgasm on it as I fuck you," I told her!! I started to shove my cock in long, hard strokes into her tight, wet pussy. Her pussy was grabbing my cock as I fucked her. She couldn't help it, her body responded to my assault. I was raping her whore cunt and it was good. I told her, "Oh Jenny, you don't know how long I have wanted to feel my cock buried into your hot pussy!! I'm going to fuck you over and over again!!" As I pummeled my cock in and out of her body she looked up at me and pleaded with me with her beautiful eyes. As I continued to rape her body she was telling me no through the panties, but her body was telling me different. Her breathing was quickening and her hips were starting to move in rhythm to my stroking in and out of her cunt. She was dripping now, her juices flowing out of her body over her tight ass and soaking her bed. I kept her going as I fucked her. I told her that I was going to remove the gag from her mouth; to not yell out and that I wouldn't hurt her. I pulled her panties out of her hot mouth and she started to scream. I placed my mouth over hers and kissed her, cutting off her scream. Suddenly, she lifted her hips off the bed and cried out in a shattering orgasm. I kept my cock deep in her body and continued to fuck her hard. I picked up the pace and started to fuck her faster. I used her slut body and fucked her hard and fast. My cum was building fast and I was getting close to letting go into her whore cunt. I shoved my cock deep into her cunt and held it as my cum rocketed out. As I shot two loads of hot, thick cum into her I started to slide in and out of her again. I fucked her hard and fast as my cum continued to shoot into her cunt. After cumming, I kept fucking her pussy, my cum being forced back into her cunt as she started to cum again. She cried out, "Oh you bastard, why are you doing this to me?" I shoved my cock into her body hard, stroke by stroke as I told her, "Because -- you -- are -- a -- slut! You -- fucked -- an -- older -- man -- and hurt -- my -- family!! Now -- I -- am -- fucking -- you -- however -- I -- want -- to! I -- am -- going -- use -- your -- whore -- body -- for -- what -- it -- is -- made -- for!! FUCKING!!!" As I told her that she came again on my cock, still hard and fucking her. I pulled out of her cunt, my cum started to run from her body over her hot ass, down to her sheets. I turned her over, untied her legs and lifted her up onto her knees. I spread her legs and shoved my cock back into her cunt and started to fuck her again like the bitch she is, from behind!! Jenny was cumming again as I fucked her. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, GIVE ME YOUR COCK!! TREAT ME LIKE THE WHORE I AM DON!! FUCK MY CUNT, PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME, HARDER," she cried out!! I reached around and took one of her full tits in my hand and squeezed it, hard! She cried out in pain as I pulled on her nipple. I banged her pussy with long strokes, making sure that she could feel every inch of my manhood as it fucked her. "I'M CUMMING, OH FUCK, I'MMMM CUMMING," she cried out!! I took a finger and pushed it into her hot, tight ass. She moaned in pain and I dry fucked her ass with it. I pulled it out after a couple of minutes and slid two into her pussy coating them with our combined fluids. I then pushed both of them into her hot ass. I fucked her with my cock in her cunt and my fingers in her ass. She cried in pain from the assault of my fingers in her ass for a couple of minutes. Soon though her cries started to turn into moans. I pulled my fingers from her ass and my cock from her cunt. I spread her ass cheeks apart and placed the head of my dick to her hole. I pushed hard and my cock spread her sphincter apart and started to enter her hot, tight, beautiful ass. Jenny cried out, "NOOOO, NOOOO, NOT MY ASS, PLEASE!!! IT HURTS, IT HURTS!! YOU'RE TOO BIG DON, PLEASE DON'T!!" I just pushed harder and my rock hard, dripping, hot cock slid into her hot ass. I felt my balls against the hot cheeks of her fantastic ass and I knew that all of my cock was embedded into her bowels. I stopped for a minute while she tried to get away from me. I grabbed a hold of her hips and held her tight as I started to slide my dick out of her body. She was crying and when she felt me pulling out she relaxed a little thinking I was going to stop. As the head of my cock got to the entrance to her ass, I shoved it back in hard, all the way. Jenny cried out in pain as I buried my entire dick back into her ass. I leaned over her back and said to her, "This is how a bitch should be fucked!! IN HER WHORE ASS!! NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TAKE IT BITCH!! TAKE IT LIKE THE WHORE I KNOW YOU ARE!!" I started to fuck her ass, long and slow, making sure she could feel every inch of my 9 inches of hot cock sliding in and out of her bowels. I was going to fuck her as long as I could before emptying my balls in her body. I was going to make her cum on my cock in her ass. And even if she didn't cum, I was going to, deep in her body, filling her ass until my cum flowed from her body. I continued my assault on her beautiful ass for a good ten minutes. She started out crying, trying to get my cock out of her ass. I held on to her hips and held her tight against my body while fucking her. At this point Jenny had stopped crying and was breathing heavier as my cock slid into her body. She started to push back against me and started to fuck back on my cock. I reached around and found her clit. I started to massage it as she picked up the pace and I started to fuck her faster. I was fucking her hard when she exploded, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!! OHHH MY GOD IT'S FANTASTIC!! FUCK MY ASS; FUCK MY ASS, OOOHHHHH I'M GOING TO CUM ON YOUR COCK!!! I'M CUMMING DON, DON'T STOP, I'MMMM CUMMINGGG!!!" I plunged my cock back into her ass and continued to fuck her. She was cumming again and again. I felt the cum building in my balls and was going to cum soon. I felt the cum start to shoot into her hot ass, "I'M CUMMING SLUT, TAKE ALL OF MY CUM YOU BITCH!! I'M FILLING YOUR HOT ASS YOU WHORE," I said to her. My cock shot cum into her ass until it starting squirting out between my cock and her ass walls. I plunged back into her body and held her ass against me as my cock drained into her bowels. When I finished shooting my cum I pulled from her ass and pulled her down with me to the bed. I untied her arms and turned her around on to her back. I leaned over and kissed her lips as I ran my tongue over them. She responded back and our tongues met as she kissed me back. As she recovered, thinking that all was good and done, I grabbed her head and pushed her down to my cock. "SUCK ME CLEAN WHORE, SUCK MY COCK UNTIL IT'S CLEAN, GET ALL OF OUR JUICES OFF OF IT!! SUCK IT BITCH," I told her. She took my cock into her hot mouth and indeed sucked me clean. She licked and sucked my cock and my balls until she got everything. With my cock still in her mouth, I pushed her onto her back and started to fuck her face. I fucked her, my cock pushing into her throat. After a couple of minutes and her gagging on my cock a couple of times, I felt cum building up again in my balls. I didn't say a word and my balls emptied into her hot sucking mouth. I just kept fucking her mouth and throat as she continued to swallow it all. After she got all of my cum from my balls. I pulled from her mouth and got off the bed leaving her on it. I told her, "Jenny, don't try to say that I raped you as I have it all on tape! I have all the moans, your cries to fuck you, your orgasms as you came on my cock." She then saw the camera that I had set up on the dresser and started to cry again. I got dressed, left the apartment and went home and slept soundly. I might have to do this again. The Taking of Jenny "Suck my cock clean Jenny, show me you still love me put my cock inside your mouth and suck your cunt juices off it, you're mine now, my own sweet little cock sucker. I want us to do everything; to learn all there is to know together." The power I felt I now had over her exhilarated me, I wanted us to do all the things I'd read and dreamt about doing with a woman. I watch her now crawling on her knees to me. I grab her long hair forcing her head down to my cock, still covered in her cunt cum and thick white globules of my spunk. "Suck me Jenny, suck my cock there's no return from here, I've fucked you now so start enjoying it, I want you to be mine." As she opens her mouth to take my cock we hear the front door and for an instant we freeze. I jump up and put my trousers back on while Jenny jumps up, picks bits of her clothing off the floor and speedily heads upstairs. I head to the front door and see the outline of my girlfriend through the pane of misted glass. Shit I was supposed to be going into town with her and had forgotten all about it. I opened the door and Sam walked in. "Hi Peter, what are you still doing at home? We were supposed to go out today what happened to you?" "Sorry hun just got caught up in something and I was just getting ready to come over to you." I was trying to think how to get rid of Sam as I desperately wanted to finish what I had started with Jenny. Thankfully the excuse was made for me. "Anyway I just popped round to tell you that mum is going shopping and asked me to go with her, you can come too but I know how you hate shopping so it's alright if you don't want to come and I'll see you tonight." "Okay babe, come round about 7 and we can catch a film or something." I bent down and kissed her, wondering if she could taste my sisters cum on my lips as she opened her mouth and prodded deep inside mine with her tongue. "You taste nice." She told me after a long French kiss which got me thinking about how great it would be to see Sam and Jenny getting it on, the brain wave went straight to my cock and it twitched as Sam turned and walked out of the house. I shut the door and run straight up the stairs taking two at a time in my excitement as I walked straight into Jenny's room to see her sitting on her bed completely naked. I move to the bed standing next to her, without a word I quickly drop my trousers allowing my semi hard manhood to be completely exposed as I step out of them taking a step nearer to her. She looks at me and smiles opening her mouth wide and taking my semi hard cock inside the warm embrace of her lips sucking me deeper and deeper until her big lips rest on my wrinkled balls. The feeling of her hot mouth and the caress of her tongue on the tip of the head revive my cock and it once again begins to swell. I push her to the side so I can reach her quim burying two fingers as deep as I can inside her recently deflowered fuck hole sodden with her cum, blood and my spunk, I fuck her with my fingers and she moans in appreciation sucking me deeper and harder than before. "Good Jenny that's good, now my balls suck them in your mouth, warm them up." Her mouth moves and she begin to lick the wrinkled skin of my balls before sucking one in to her pleasure dome, it feels so good, as her tongue continues to stroke my hardening balls. I wallow in the pleasure as she sucks one then the other of my balls as if they're giant gobstoppers, her tongue licking the top layer as if trying to reduce the size. Now I want to feel her tongue licking my arse even the thought seems to further stimulate my cock as it grows and twitches. "Now kiss my bum Jenny, show me how much my little sister loves me, lick my arse show me what a dirty little slut my sister can be just for me." She doesn't move and I slap her arse hard with my free hand, thrusting another finger in her tight cunt to join the two already there. I slap her hard again and again until her tight bum is red and the imprint of my fingers is clearly visible. The more I slap her the wetter her cunt seems to become until her thick sticky liquid pours from her pussy as she sucks on my balls ever more eagerly while her tongue frenziedly licks them, her moans grow louder replacing the cries and whimpers of pain. It's obvious that she enjoy being spanked which pleases me in the realization that she has sub tendencies as I continue to administer the punishment she craves for. Finally I decide it's time for her to suck my arse hole and I pull her to the chair using her hair as a lead. I sit with my arse on the edge of the chair lifting my legs to give her access to my arse. "Go on Jenny lick my arse show me what a dirty little whore you can be for me." "I can't it seems so... so dirty, please don't force me Peter." "Jenny how can you say that, didn't you like me licking you down there? You seemed to love it so now do me." She bends down her tongue makes a quick tentative foray on my pucker, obviously not finding the taste as off putting as she had expected it to be, her tongue is back almost immediately as she licks my arse hole lovingly her tongue lapping it, wetting it with her oral juices then poking its very centre. I have dreamt of her licking my arse like this and having her do the very thing I longed for makes my cock rock hard with the sexual exhilaration of the moment as she continues licking me there with her long wet tongue my sensitive flesh can feel the tiny bumps of her taste buds. The hesitation she had originally shown seems to have gone out the window and she seems to be enjoying what she is doing more and more even moaning as she lovingly continues sucking my rubbery crinkled flesh. Her hands have moved and she uses them to prise open my arse cheeks to give her more access to my arse hole as her mouth latches on my rubbery pucker and she begin to again suck it hard as if trying to get it all into her mouth while her wonderful tongue thrusts at the tiny opening sending cascading pleasure waves crashing throughout my whole body, had it not been for the fact I had already cum twice the feel of her mouth sucking my pucker while her tongue licked at the tiny epicentre would have made me cum instantly. I'm surprised when her hand suddenly disappears before returning and I feel her rubbing my pucker with her now wet finger, further lubricating my arse with a mixture of her cunt juices, my own spunk out of her pussy and her saliva, making it slippery wet with her finger and eventually pushing the finger all the way deep inside my arse, it surpassed my wildest dreams. The complete submission to my desires has aroused me like never before and my cock seems to grow until it feels like bursting. When eventually she removes her finger and replaces it with her hot wet tongue my cock just begins to throb like mad ejecting copious amounts of its thin transparent pre cum to the surface as her tongue remains on my arse hole wriggling about sending pleasure racing through every nerve ending in my body like small but constant charge of electricity. I now feel an incredible urge to fuck her tight virgin arse until I cum but don't want my present pleasure to end yet. "That's very good Jenny, you are a good arse licking dirty slut and I'm going to reward you by fucking your tight arse with my cock so you can be a three hole tart but now I need to eat your pussy. Get up and get on the chair." Her tongue stops squirming around on my arse as she gets up. I grab her and position her the way I want, so that she is upside down on the chair, the back of her head is touching the floor while her legs are resting high up against the back of the chair as I help her balance. Pleased with her position I crouch over her head the position making my arse open up readily available for more tongue fucking, she sticks her wet tongue straight back to my anal opening pushing her hot wet tongue against it, I can feel it drill my rectum as she begins to fuck me with it. I grab her legs pulling them down and trapping them under my armpits so that her cunt and arse are completely vulnerable to the oral attack that I am about to unleash on her. My mouth envelops her cunt sucking on the pink flesh which is as wet as a ripe sweet watermelon but instead of sweet water it is full of her pussy lubrication, cum and my spunk. The cocktail I suck on is stronger than any aphrodisiac and I gorge myself on it my tongue digging deep inside her hot cunt to lap at the fresh juice produced by her body. Using my arms I push her legs further down then use my hands to prise open her bum cheeks burying my head in her arse cheeks licking around and around the brown rubbery ring of her arse then suck on it like there's no tomorrow, I can sense her excitement us her own mouth endeavours to invade my arse. "Suck my cock now you dirty slut, pull it down to your mouth so I can fuck it, you dirty arse licking whore." I feel her hands clasp around my dick drawing it down inside her warm mouth, once the head is inside I push down propelling my cock deeper into her throat and she begins to cough, I slap her arse hard. "Suck you bitch take it all in learn to suck my cock properly if you want to be my slut." I draw my cock out enabling her to get her breath then ram it back down her throat, I feel her nostrils begin to breath for her as she manages to take all of me inside her mouth and throat the restriction of her throat feels good on my cock as she sucks making it contract tightly encasing my meat. I slap her arse again and again knowing she enjoys this and go back to work on her arse sucking on her pucker hard then pushing my tongue in through the tiny hole of her arse fucking her with it while she moans. I finally push two fingers deep inside her arse past the sphincter and into her anal canal fucking her hard with them at this point my desires have completely taken over any control I may have had and I return to her cunt sucking and licking it until she is saturated with my saliva and her cunt juices, I invade her tight newly fucked cunt with two then thre and finally four fingers, fucking her with them and I can feel the two fingers of my other hand through the thin partition as they pummel her arse. Finding her big clit with my mouth I suck on it pulling it inside my mouth where I assault it with my tongue rubbing it hard and furiously as she moans below me, my cock still buried inside her mouth so she is unable to scream. I am ready now and pull my cock out of her mouth and move away helping her lower her legs. "Get down on all fours on your bed Jenny I'm going to fuck your arse." She looks at me unsure. "Peter you're too big... it won't fit... its so small Peter." "Did she hear me you dirty little slut, GET DOWN AND OFFER ME YOUR ARSE FOR FUCKING, NOW... DO IT." Jenny moves to her bed and gets down in the position I have instructed as I pull her to the edge of the bed, moving behind her I use my hand to position my now rock hard cock against her tiny opening and slowly push forward watching as the rubbery flesh parts. "Peter it hurts, it's too big ooohhh, take it out Peter." "Just relax Jenny; it's almost in now just lie down baby." I push forward again and look down mesmerised at the sight of her crinkled rubbery flesh giving way to the invader as the bulbous swollen head of my cock slowly sinks into her murky dark tunnel. The sight of the violation that has just taken place making my cock shudder as I push on until my balls rest on her buttocks. I pull myself back until only the head is left inside her passage and then push it slowly but deliberately all the way back in making her gasp. I soon have my rhythm and begin fucking her arse faster and harder with each thrust her anal muscles firmly squeezing my cock. She is not accustomed to the violation but seems to now be enjoying the feel of my cock deep inside her as she begins to push her self back onto my cock. I move a hand forward and managed to make contact with her cunt which is now dripping with her juices; I play briefly with her labia and even manage to run my finger tip along her clit obviously giving her added pleasure as she lets out a deep sigh. I remove my hand from her cunt and slap her arse a few times before moving my hands to her buttocks and using my thumbs to prise apart her buttocks with each inward thrust of my cock. When I again move a hand down to her pussy I find that her hand has beaten me there and she is busily frigging her sex box, the thought that she is finger fucking her own cunt excites me and spurs me on as I thrust into her deeper and harder than ever. I seem to have dreamt of this wonderful moment forever and a day, but the reality far exceeds any expectations I could ever have dreamt up. In my dreams I could visualize my cock as it squeezed past her anal ring stretching it to its very extreme as my cock would penetrate her ever deeper and I could feel the tightness of her anal muscles as they gripped and squeezed my shaft but in my dreams she did not participate, her arse hole was merely a receptacle for my fat cock but here, now in real life she was participating fully, screaming for me to fuck her arse hole begging me to stuff my cock into her shit hole and loving it. I was excited by her coaxing which acted to boost my sexual stimulation to new heights as I forced my throbbing cock harder and harder into her slimy arse. I had never thought in my wildest fantasies that I would meet a woman who was so completely uninhibited more so than even my imagination and I wanted to see just how far she was prepared to go. I continued fucking her arse hole my cock buried deep in her slimy arse then pulling my cock all the way out to look at her arse hole which would remain wide open in an O shape like a ring the circumference of my cock which was about 6", the thickness of my shaft, and I'd dribble some saliva inside the wide open entrance of her anal cavern before pushing my cock back inside and seeing the ring stretch once again to accommodate the head of my prick which is much fatter than the shaft, making Jenny wince each time and then listening to her beg for more. Finally I could feel my spunk rising, preparing itself for the imminent voyage from my swollen balls into her tight rectum, my cock swelled up and I could feel the fingers which she were furiously using to fuck her cunt with through the thin separating membrane of flesh which added to my own lustful need to compete and fuck her even harder and faster until I could empty my desire deep inside her body. We climaxed together my cock expanding inside her tight tunnel as if it were going to rip her apart, while the initial spurt of spunk shot out of my cock like a bullet followed by spurt after spurt as if it was never going to stop. I grunted with the satisfaction and release of cumming while she screamed in shameless immoral ecstasy a new found wanton slut now let loose. "AAAAHHHHHH... YESSSS... FUCKKKK... MY... ARSE... FUCKKK MY... DIRTYY... SHITTT... HOLE... HARDDD FUCKKK... YOUURR... DIRTYY... SLUTTT SISTERRR PETERRR... FUCKKK... HERRR... FUCKKKK... YESSSS... OOOOOHHHH... YESSSS... AAAAHHHHHH... DO IT... TO... MEEEEE... FUCKKKK... YESSSS... I'MMM... CUMMMMINNNNNGGG... AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH... GOD... YESSSS... OOOOHOOOOOHHHH... AAAAHHHHHH... YESSS... YESSSS... AAAHHHHHHHH." My cock continues pulsating inside her anal orifice as more spunk than even I though possible flows out of me splashing against her rectum wall to mix with what is already there on its journey to her bowels. I am completely drained as I pull my cock out still heavily coated with spunk and slime and lie back on the floor completely wiped out. What she does next is so awesome it even makes my now tired semi limp cock come back to life almost instantly, she turns round gets off her bed and without uttering a single syllable kneels next to me lowering her head and buries it in between my legs opening her mouth she takes the whole of my slimy limp cock inside her warm damp facial cavern, inch by slimy inch she swallows it in at the same time sucking on it as though it is the sweetest piece of candy, I can now feel her hot tongue as she begins licking all the juices off my twitching manhood. To my delight she continues sucking my cock faster and harder, her lips wrapping around and around the crown as her head bobs up and down her tongue caressing the underside of the head while she devours my whole cock an act of complete submission her large doe eyes look up at me lovingly full of affection needing my approval, which I give seating up I stroke her hair and blow her a kiss. Once she has finished cleaning my cock she lays next to me. "I have always wondered about actually doing it but never expected to enjoy it so very much. Thanks Peter it was awesome. Was it as good for you Peter, did I do it right for you, was it the way you like it?." I looked at Jenny, she was beautiful her face speckled with droplets of my spunk that had eluded her tongue. I just wanted to fuck her all over again but it was too much for me and I was by now spent. "Yes Jenny it was good for me, you were great and I'd like to do all of it all over again every day." "What about Sam, is she as good as me?" Her unexpected question took me by surprise but acted as a catalyst to send my imagination into overdrive, how I'd love to watch the two of them in action. Please remember to vote. All feedback is welcome good or bad as long as it is constructive.