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Trespass

By: hunnyslutcatt



Hunny was bored. She was on vacation, and had more time than she knew what to do with. She was a workaholic who spent hours at her office, and wasn't used to all this free time. Her boss had insisted that take a break, after the conclusion of a particularly successful project. Her boss had hinted that upon her return, she would be made partner at the firm, but that they wanted her well-rested before she assumed her new post. Hunny would be the first Asian woman to make partner, and she wanted to show her supervisors that could be a team player, so she went along with the suggestion that she go on vacation and relax.

Hunny had just turned 40, but like many Asian women, she looked almost a decade younger than her actual age. Her fine dark hair framed her face and swung smoothly when she walked. Her eyes were exotically slanted, and were a rich chocolate brown. She kept her make-up to a minimum, but always used lipstick, usually in a light pink shade that made her full lips gleam. She tried to keep in shape, but worked so hard, she rarely had time to exercise. She had promised herself that upon making partner, she would make time for an exercise regimen, to keep herself toned.

After a few days of doing absolutely nothing, she had, in desperation, signed up for a tour of stately manors (musty old houses, in her opinion). After the first three houses, she was heartily sick of looking at faded wallpaper, and old-fashioned furniture. She was planning on escaping the last tour of the day, but when she saw the photos of the library in the brochure, she decided to stay.

Hunny loved books, she would happily curl up on her couch with the latest thriller, or her secret vice, a well-written bodice-ripper. When the tour group entered the library, she sighed with pleasure. It was a lovely room, shelves lined with books from floor to ceiling. There were even comfortable nooks where one could sit and read. She noticed that a portion of the library had been cordoned off, and it contained a lovely glass bookcase, with interesting figures. That area also contained an extremely well-stuffed armchair, with a lamp behind, perfect for relaxing with a book. She asked the tour guide why that part was off limits, and the tour guide snippily said that as he had already explained, this house was still lived in by its owner. Portions of the property were open to the public, but the owner wanted his privacy respected, and refused to show everything. Another tourist asked whether the owner was currently in residence, and Hunny listened with interest as the tour guide said he believed the owner was currently out of the country. Hunny was dying to see what was in the bookcase, and her quick and mischievous mind came up with a spontaneous plan. One of the tourists had brought a toddler with her, much to the tour guide's displeasure. The toddler had already been griping, and Hunny took advantage of the child's restlessness. She began to make faces at the child and tease him, and finally resorted to sneakily pinching the child so that he cried. She quickly moved away, and in the resulting hullabaloo, she was able to hide and let the tour group move out of the room.

When she was alone, she unhooked the rope cordoning off the book case, and moved toward it. The little figures were unusual, and some of the books looked quite old. At first glance, the book case appeared to be locked. She tentatively tried the door, and smiled when it swung open. She picked up one of the figures very carefully, and studied it. She flushed hotly, face glowing, when she realized it was a small erotic carving of Japanese origin. She put the figure back onto the shelf, and instead took out a book. She chose one of the newer looking ones and opened it to a random page.

Hunny blushed again, her eyes widening in shock. The book was illustrated, and as she flipped through the pages she realized the most of the drawings depicted women in various stages of undress and in some form of restraint. The women were all servicing men, in a myriad of ways that Hunny had never thought possible. Hunny wasn't a virgin, but her experience with men was limited. She found that men she met always seemed to be somewhat weak and wimpy, and rarely saw the same man more than once or twice.

Hunny kept flipping through the pages. Despite her initial shock, she was intrigued. The illustrations were cleverly drawn, and the expressions on the women's faces were puzzling. They looked as if they were experiencing pleasure, but also seemed slightly ashamed. She saw that there was a bit of text before each illustration and decided to read. Though she didn't want to admit it to herself, she was more than intrigued; she could feel a slight tingling in her groin. Refusing to acknowledge her arousal, she sat in the comfy armchair she had eyed earlier, and began going through the book. She found that there were stories placed in the beginning of each chapter, and she read each one. They were all about Domination, about submissive women being taken hard by strong men, and enjoying the experience.

Without realizing it, she began shifting in the chair, her breath coming faster. One hand dipped down, and began caressing her thigh. She was so engrossed in the book that she didn't realize how much time had passed. The house had been closed to visitors. She also didn't know that the tour guide had been wrong about the presence of the owner. He was not abroad, he was, in fact, in the house, and had been up in the private floor while the tour was being conducted.

Nick was the sole heir to the property. While he had a good job in the city, the taxes on the property had just been too much for him, and he had been forced to open the house to viewers. He hated having to do so, and resented each tourist, whom he viewed as a trespasser. It was Nick's custom at the end of each day to go through the house, reclaiming it as his own.

He quietly walked into the library, the thickly carpeted floor muffling the sound of his footsteps. He was furious when he found someone present, especially when he saw that his special collection of erotica had been disturbed. The door of the bookcase was wide open and one book clearly missing.

He was about to shout at the intruder, when a soft sound stopped him dead in his tracks. It was a soft female moan of pure lustful pleasure. He silently stepped closer, partially hidden by the other bookshelves, and was confronted by the sight of an Asian woman, one hand holding up one of his books and the other buried between her legs. Her legs were hanging over the arms of the chair, spread so widely that he could see her fingers working. As he stepped closer, he could even hear the soft liquid sounds of her sex. H narrowed his eyes, his heart beating faster when he made out the title of the book she was reading. It just happened to be one of his favourites. Nick's not-so-secret vice was his pleasure in dominating women. He enjoyed the challenge in gaining a woman's submission.

He watched as the woman's hips squirmed; he heard her moans increase and realized she was soon going to cum. He smiled predatorily, and boldly strode forward. Snatching the book out of her hand he said menacingly: "Well, what do we have here? A book thief, and obviously a slut!"

Hunny squealed, all arousal forgotten. She quickly tugged her fingers out of her sticky hole, blushing at the sucking sound it made. Her body was aching, she had been so close to cumming, but now...

She looked up at him, registering his words. She tried to stammer out an apology, but her words came to a halt as she saw the huge bulge in Nick's trousers. The chair put her at the perfect height to see it, she involuntarily licked her lips.

Nick sneered at her. "You are a little slut, aren't you? You get caught in the act of being a dirty little thing, and now you're shamelessly staring at my cock." He grinned as she blushed again. He saw the mingled shame and arousal in her eyes.

He said casually, "Quite the taste in books you have though. This is my favourite book. I see that it affected you like it did me."

She stammered, "N-no...I...I just.."

"No?" he said. "I come in here, and you've got your fingers diddling your cunt , and you say you're not wanting it?"

She hung her head in shame, but jerked it back up again when he thundered, "Look at me when I'm talking to you, slut!" He looked her over, her flushed skin, hard nipples pressing against her tee-shirt. She'd tried to pull down her short skirt, but it had just ridden up again. He could see her panties, still pulled to the side and he caught her scent, hot and musky.

"I think you need to be taught a lesson."

She looked up at him, eyes wide and pleaded, "No, please. I'm so very sorry..." 

He shook his head. "Too late for that. This is a valuable book, and you've damaged it with your carelessness. You've gotten your cunt juice all over it."

She blushed again, and tried to find the right words to convince him to let her go. He suddenly reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair, closing his fist around it. She whimpered and he thrust his groin forward, rubbing his erection against her face. He held her there with his fist, while he ground against her.

She kept whimpering, begging him to let her go. He could still smell her arousal; it even seemed as if her scent was even stronger than before. He taunted her. "You know what you have to do, you know what you want." Then he suddenly released her, so she fell back against the chair.

She glanced up at him, surprised. He caught the slight disappointment she tried to hide.

"Take my cock out of my trousers," he ordered.

She hesitated, and he raised his voice. "Do it NOW."

Hunny scarcely realized what she was doing; all she knew was that she was terrified, but exhilarated at the same time, and that her pussy was pulsing with need. With trembling fingers she undid the top button of his trousers, then unzipped them. She moaned when she saw the size of his erection.

He laughed. "You are such a slut!"

She reached into his pants and almost reverently revealed his cock; staring at the thick, throbbing organ, with prominent veins running along its length. 

"You know what to do, slut."

With a soft cry, she rubbed her cheek against his cock, marveling at the soft skin and the steely hardness. Her tongue flicked over it, tasting him and his length from base to tip. She even licked his balls, sliding her tongue all over them. Without fully realizing what she was doing, she glanced up to see if she was pleasing him. He looked back at her, his expression unreadable. She worked her way from his balls to the thick tip of his cock, stretching her pink lips wide open. She swirled her tongue over his cock head before she took it into her mouth.

She moaned when she tasted him, her eyelashes fluttered and she pushed her head down, ever so slowly slipping down his shaft, enveloping it in warmth and wetness. She kept going, breathing through her nose, until she had over half of his length in. She had to pull back to breathe, but licked the licked along the underside of his shaft as she drew her head back. Taking a deep breath, she pushed her head down again, moaning around him. She felt his fist clutch at her hair again and felt him pull her down lower. She whimpered, afraid that she might choke, but too aroused to stop him.

He now controlled the pace, his hands holding her head where he wanted it. His hips slowly rocked back and forth, enjoying how her slutty mouth sucked on him, how her wicked tongue played with him.

He pushed his cock in deeper than she thought she could take it, and felt her throat close around him, squeezing him. The pressure was intoxicating. He groaned and began fucking her mouth harder, his hips bucking. He slid his cock halfway out, only to bury himself deep in her throat again.

She was moaning, her saliva dripping and coating her chin. His cock was dripping, too; pre-cum mixing with her saliva. She suckled and licked his cock, desperate to please him. Her pussy was throbbing hotly, needing to be filled. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. 

He watched her through narrowed eyes, he knew what she yearned for, but wanted her to please him first. He began thrusting faster, making her gag each time he pushed in. He felt her fingers caress his balls, gently rolling and squeezing them. He cursed, "fucking whore!" slamming his cock into her mouth now, seeing her lips stretched around his girth, her face messy with saliva and pre-cum.

He forced himself to slow down a little, and withdrew his cock almost all the way out of her mouth. He studied his wet flesh, glistening with her saliva, then slowly pushed his cock back in, watching it disappear into her mouth. He felt the warmth surround it until her nose was pressed to his belly. He kept her head there, and in a hoarse voice he ordered her to swallow. She did, her throat closing around his cock, making him groan. He pulled back again, feeling the suction of her mouth as she refused to release him. He picked up the pace, sliding faster and faster into her. Her cries were muffled by his girth, her breasts swayed each time he thrust in deep. She could feel her cunt juices dripping down her legs, she wanted him so much.

He fucked her mouth hard, just going for the pleasure, just wanting to cum. He used her mouth to pleasure himself, not caring if she felt any pleasure at all. He felt his balls tighten and he thrust in deep. Again holding her head to his belly, he yelled, "Swallow! Swallow it all!" 

When she did, he released his cum, thick ribbons of it streaming down her throat.. She felt him pulse, tasted the thick salty cream, and she moaned. He pulled out at the last minute, and released a last jet of cum across her face, smiling when he saw the contrast of white cum against her brown skin and dark hair.

She licked her lips and begged, her voice rough and hoarse with need. "Please...please, I want to cum." He laughed derisively. "Get up then slut and bend over the chair arms."

She struggled to get up, her knees weak. She fumbled her way over to the chair. He pulled her skirt up and ripped her panties off, studying the round bubble of her ass, smiling upon seeing the wetness on her thighs . He growled, "Fucking slut, needy little whore" and without warning, he slapped her ass hard. She squealed, and heard order her to spread her legs wider., She complied, spreading her legs til her thighs ached, her upper body forced lower into the chair. He spanked her again, enjoying the ripple of flesh, the way her skin darkened. His hand slipped down between her legs and gathered wetness, which he then rubbed over her face.

"Smell yourself, whore. You're just a cunt, a cunt that wants to be used, aren't you?"

She closed her eyes, and to her shame and surprise, she heard herself whisper, "yes...yes, Sir, I am."

He growled in triumph. "What did you say, whore?"

"I'm...I'm a cunt, Sir. I'm a cunt that needs to be used." 

"And just WHOSE cunt are you?"

She lowered her head in defeat and answered him. "I'm yours, Sir, yours. Oh god please...please use me, Sir!"

His response was to slide three thick fingers into her cunt, feeling the slickness, the heat. She was burning with lust, her cunt gripping his fingers. He began finger-fucking her, driving deep into her wetness. They could both hear the squishy, juicy sounds her cunt made.

He watched as she rocked back on her toes, taking the finger-fucking, riding his fingers, and then he added a fourth digit. He felt her opening stretch, heard her cry out; but she didn't miss a beat, she bucked and thrust harder, her breasts bouncing under the tight tee-shirt she wore. 

He gathered more wetness with his thumb; there was so much oozing from her needy cunt he easily soaked it. He pressed his thumb against her tiny asshole and pushed in hard. She screamed in pained surprise, her body arching. She turned her head to look at him and he smiled. Her eyes were dark with lust and pain. Her face was a complete mess, covered in drying cum and saliva. Her lips were swollen from the face fucking he'd given her. She looked like the perfect fucktoy.

He plunged his thumb deeper into her ass while his fingers continued to plunder her cunt. With a low cry she surrendered, her body rocking. He felt her pussy walls tighten and realized she was going to cum. He rapidly tugged his hand away , laughing when she cried out: "nooooooooooooooooooo!" Her body arched, seeking his. He saw her hands slide down to her cunt and yelled sharply at her not to dare touch herself. She froze, her hands just above her moist folds. Her breasts were heaving, her whole body was flushed. 

She whimpered when he walked away from her, watching him with puzzlement when he walked over to the bookcase. She watched him bend down, and he seemed to fiddle with something as a drawer popped open. He reached into the drawer and pulled out restraints. 

He made her stand up, and removed the rest of her clothing. He cuffed her hands together, attached them to a chain which he then hung on to an unobtrusive hook in the ceiling. He peeled back the carpet to reveal rings on the floor to which he hooked cuffs on each of her ankles. She was now spread wide open. He controlled the length of chain, he could make her bend over, or keep her standing straight.

Her breasts rose and fell. Her eyes reflected her fear, yet the arousal hadn't died at all. She swayed in the restraints while he walked around her, studying her swollen nipples and her equally swollen sex, the lips dark red and flushed, juices dripping from it and painting her thighs. 

He went back to the secret drawer and pulled out a massive dildo. When she saw it, she cried out and began to twist in the restraints. She said, "No, please, it's too big!" He laughed, watching her struggle ineffectively, noting how her breasts swayed and her hips bucked. 

"You know," he remarked casually, "when you do that, it looks like you're just begging to be fucked!" 

He traced the dildo over her breasts, passed it over her mouth, telling her that she needed to make it wet. She parted her lips, jaws aching as he pushed the fake cock into her mouth. He amused himself by making her cheeks bulge, loving how her lips stretched around the toy. He pulled it out and teasingly passed it over her pussy, then to her ass.

"Hmmm...maybe I should fuck you with it here..." he mused, gently prodding at the tight star. 

She squealed loudly, begging him not to use it on her ass, anywhere else, but not her ass. He laughed again, "so now you want it in your pussy?" And before she could say anything, he suddenly shoved it up into her cunt, reveling in her scream. Luckily for her, she was so wet through that the toy entered more easily that even he thought it would 

He pumped it in a few times, enjoying the sight of her pussy lips stretching around it, just the way her mouth had. With the dildo deep inside her, he flicked her clit, and was rewarded by lustful moans. "You like that, huh?", he taunted, his fingers working on her clit, making her hips gyrate. He brought her to the edge again, her body now soaked in sweat. She was nearly mindless with lust, pleading with him to please let her cum. His cock was rock hard again. He loved tormenting her this way. He no longer resented his unwelcome intruder, she was turning out to be the best plaything he'd had in a while.

He made his way behind her and lowered the chain so that she was bent over. He pulled out the toy, and inserted his cock into her seething cunt. It was so hot, he could feel her walls twitch around his shaft. She moaned; he wasn't much thinner than the toy, she could still feel him rubbing against her tender flesh. She hoped he would finally let her cum now. He slid in and out, slowly and easily, making her sigh with pleasure. She rocked her hips back, meeting his thrusts, wanting to cum.


Trespass



I was hiking in the mountains with a group of friends. That is, I was supposed to be with a group of friends. I'd stopped to nip behind the bushes for a minute and then hurried to catch up to the others. When I didn't catch up as soon as I expected, I hurried a little more. By the time it dawned on me that I didn't seem to be catching them I was well and truly separated.

It wasn't a problem though. We all had satellite smart phones. I took a GPS reading of my position and rang the others. They'd been about to ring me, afraid I'd had an accident. We exchanged GPS positions and determined that I'd taken the left fork of the trail where they'd taken the right.

We considered back-tracking and meeting up, but that would have taken ages. A quick review of the map showed that the track I was on would swing round and meet up with the path they were on. Whichever one of us reached the cross trail first would just wait there. The only drawback was that I'd probably have to camp out overnight by myself. Not a real problem as I could see there was a lake up ahead. I'd just make it a point to camp on the lake. 

That lake was the reason for the fork in the trail, with each trail circling the lake, just taking opposite sides. Depending on the size of the lake I might even be able to spot my friend's camp across it.

I padded easily along the trail. I was young and fit and an experienced hiker. I'd have no troubles making it to the lake. I was doing quite well when I came upon this sign. Just one of those silly signs people put up.

'PRIVATE PROPERTY. NO TRESPASSING. OFFENDERS PERSECUTED.'

I assumed they were trying to be funny with that persecuted in place of prosecuted. The mentality of some people is amazing. Anyway, I took another GPS reading at that point, marking it on the map. I was making quite good time.

I forged ahead, happy that I'd make the lake with plenty of time in hand. I think I'd actually taken a shorter route than my friends. I came ambling around a bend in the trail and there was this man standing there, glaring at me. A very big man and he looked truly formidable.

"Who the hell are you," he snarled, "and what are you doing here?"

My, my. Such politeness. He got my back up right away.

"I'm Simone," I snapped back at him. "Any fool can see I'm hiking. There's no law against it you know."

I mean, I'm carrying a stick, dressed for hiking and carrying a backpack. What the hell did he think I was doing?

"There are laws against trespass," the man pointed out. "This land is posted. You must have marched right past at least one warning sign. Are you illiterate or do you just think you're above the law, one of those people who thinks that they have all the rights and others don't have any?"

"I saw the sign," I admitted with a shrug. "I thought it was a joke. And you meant prosecuted, not persecuted," I added for good measure. 

"No, I didn't," the oaf replied. "If I prosecuted you the court would laugh, say I was wasting everyone's time and dismiss the charge or let you off with a warning. I'd have my time wasted and probably lawyer fees. So I deal out my own punishments. You ignored a sign put up giving you fair warning so you take the consequences."

"What are you talking about?" I demanded.

"If you were a man I'd give you a black eye and run you off my land. Seeing you're an attractive young thing I'll give you a chance. You turn around and head back down the trail, off my property. If you back-track a few miles you'll see where the track forked. Take the other fork and it will take you to the lake."

I knew what fork he meant. The one I'd already missed. Going back down there and back up the other trail would take me ages. 

"And what happens if I insist on going ahead and getting to the lake by this trail?" I demanded.  

"Your choice," he said, with a very nasty smile, "but in five minutes time I'm going to start hunting for you. If I find you on my property the persecution starts."

He looked me up and down, a very male look on his face.

"When I catch you I'll strip off all your clothes, socks and shoes included. After that I'll be taking off all my clothes. Once we are both naked I will lie you flat on your back. Seeing a naked woman lying flat on her back in front of a naked man is an open invitation for the man to ravish her, and I will happily accept that invitation."

He ostentatiously looked at his watch. 

"Better start moving as your time starts now."

I gave him a killer look. 

"You wouldn't dare touch me. I'd have you arrested."

"The cops would have to find me first," he pointed out. "It's easy to stay hidden in the woods. It's not likely that they're going to launch a big manhunt for me on the word of one young woman saying she got screwed while breaking the law. 

Still, you're welcome to stick around and find out for yourself. As far as I'm concerned, if you're on my property five minutes from now then you're consenting to what happens. You've been told, but then again, maybe you like being ravished."

He wouldn't dare, I just knew it. But what if he did? Feeling furious I turned and marched of back along the trail. There was no great hurry. Five minutes would see back around where his stupid sign was. I'd stop there for a moment and tell the others what had happened and that I'd have to take the other trail so I'd be a couple of hours behind them.

I moved on down the trail. I wasn't rushing but I wasn't exactly taking my time. Several times I looked behind, wondering if he was following. I finally decided that he probably wouldn't. He'd stay where he was until the five minutes were up, probably laughing while he timed it.

The five minutes passed and I still hadn't passed his silly sign. Just a little worried I stepped up the pace a bit. Five more minutes passed and I was now seriously worried. One reason being that I seemed to be moving uphill and I should by rights have been moving down. I stopped and checked the GPS and promptly experience a horrid sinking feeling in my tummy. I was nowhere near the point I'd marked as the sign. It was my day for wrong turns it seemed. Trouble was I had no idea where I'd gone wrong. I debated turning around and going back but decided no. After all, I damn well knew that man was back down that track somewhere. Hereabouts I was probably off his land.

I checked the map, trying to work out the best way to the lake. It seemed to me that the path I was on would get me there, but was a bit further than going via the trail the man had chased me away from. I forged ahead.

I turned a corner and that man was there again. I couldn't believe it. He was just standing in the middle of the trail, looking at me and shaking his head.

"You just don't get it, do you girl?" he growled. "I gave you a fair and reasonable chance to get off my land after you ignored properly posted warning signs. And what do you do? You try and sneak around anyway. Don't think much of other people's rights, do you?" 

"I was leaving," I protested. "It was just a case of me taking the wrong path somewhere. That's how I landed up on your land in the first place."

"If you're that inept out in the woods, you shouldn't be out here alone," the man pointed out, and I blushed.

"Don't tell me. You weren't alone. You just happened to lose them somewhere."

"They took the trail around the other side of the lake," I admitted. "I was a bit behind and took the wrong trail."

He shook his head, looking disgusted.

"Well, that's not really my problem. Still, I suppose I'll have to escort you to safety afterwards."

Afterwards? What did he mean, afterwards? He must have seen I was looking puzzled because he smiled.

"My name's Frank," he said. "You do remember the penalty for being caught on my land after your five minutes was up?" 

I was appalled. He couldn't be serious. 

"It's not my fault," I protested. "I got lost. You can't blame me for that."

"Ah, I can. Quite easily, as a matter of fact. I saw you checking out your smart phone. I assume that you've got GPS and a compass on that thing. All you had to do was put it into continuous tracking mode and you could have backtracked quite easily just by following the phones directions back down."

I hadn't even known that smart phones came with continuous tracking options. I should have guessed that they did. I didn't say anything. It seemed to me that I'd look stupid no matter what I said, probably because I had been stupid.

"Well, if you're so clever," I burst out, apparently congenitally incapable of being silent, "why can't you just show me the shortest way off your land?"

"I thought I'd just said I'd do that," Frank replied. "You don't listen, do you?"

Had he said that? Oh, yes, the escort me to safety bit. Wake up girl. You're making yourself look like a right idiot.

"Oh, right. Then can we get started?" I just wanted off Frank's land and in a position to catch up with the others.

"So eager," murmured Frank, and I looked at him, surprised. Then it hit me. He was going to escort me afterwards. I'd just told him to get a move on with the ravishing.

"Wait," I squealed, but it was far too late, he already had hold of me. 

I wouldn't have believed a man could hold me so easily. He had my wrists in one hand, holding them behind my back, while he calmly and methodically undid ever button and zip he could lay his hands on. He didn't actually try to remove my clothes at this stage. He just undid everything.

Finally satisfied that all immediate targets were undone he started stripping me. My backpack was pushed off my shoulders and lowered to the ground and then my jacket followed. My jeans were pushed down, but they didn't go far. Thank god for tight jeans.

The respite didn't last long. He dragged my t-shirt up and popped it over my head, letting go my arms one at a time while he stripped it right off. Then, damn him, he undid my bra. 

"Nice tits," he said, one hand running over them. I half wished that he would act like an oaf and just grab them, letting me despise him, but he didn't. His hand just drifted lightly across them, enjoying the feel of them, letting my nipples rasp across the palm of his hand. He actually had the gall to bend down and lightly suck on one.

"Sweet," he said. "Very sweet."

Apparently my nipples thought so too as they were standing out in a very embarrassing manner.

With my top half naked he transferred his attention to the bottom half. He pushed me down onto the ground and started by taking off my boots and shoes. (When I say pushed, I should say he sort of steered me down to the ground. He didn't just push me over. He was just firm about where I should be.)

Now it was the turn of my jeans. Even I have trouble getting those off. Frank just grabbed the waist from where he'd left it and pulled upwards, effectively shaking me out of them. Even though I swore at him I couldn't help but think it was a neat trick. Pity I couldn't do it to myself.

As you can guess, with everything gone except my panties, it was but the work of a moment to have me naked. Or it would have been if he'd just pulled them off. He teased them down, leaving my hands free so that I could try to hang onto them. He'd pull down one side and let go. While I was pulling that side back up he'd be tugging them down somewhere else. It was a losing game and I should just have let them go, but that would have felt like a surrender.

Still, they did come off. Frank stood up, looking down at me and smiling.

"If you're thinking of jumping to your feet and running while I'm getting undressed, don't."

I just gave him a nasty look. I was thinking of it and he couldn't stop me. With his trousers half down he wouldn't even be able to chase me.

"Right now I have you sitting on some grass," Frank said. "Before you run, look down at your bare feet and then look at the rocks on the trail. Then think how you'll cut your feet to ribbons running on them." 

I looked at my feet and then I looked at the trail and I had to admit that he had a point. Frank stripped off his t-shirt and he looked horribly fit and strong. He kicked off his own shoes and then his trousers were heading down.

I'll tell you this. I took one look at his package and jumped to my feet. I was beginning to think the rocks on the trail were the better option.

I didn't get a chance to find out. His arm shot out and caught me while he finished kicking his trousers off. 

"Stop panicking," he said. "I'll take it slowly."

Stop panicking? Easy for him to say. He didn't have to face that thing.

"I know I said I was just going to lay you on the ground and take you but I'm not a complete brute," he informed me, and suddenly I felt hopeful. Maybe he wasn't actually going to ravish me after all. 

"If you prefer to get down on hands and knees for a doggy style, I don't mind. Or you can be on top and lower yourself onto me. Laying you flat on your back was the first position I thought of, that's all. Any preferences?"

Yes. I'd prefer to be fifty miles away and getting further away by the second. I stayed mute, throwing nervous glances at his equipment.

When I didn't supply a preference Frank just shrugged slightly and guided me back down onto the grass, flat on my back. He settled down next to me. 

"You'll probably feel more relaxed when you realise it's not a snake that's going to bite you. Take a hold of it. Get a feel for what it's like."

I looked at it askance. That's what he thought. Frank took my hand and wrapped it around his shaft. This was supposed to make me feel better? It looked enormous, standing up like that. With my hand wrapped around it, it not only looked enormous, compared to my hand, but it felt thick and hard and hot.

I tentatively ran my hand along the shaft, travelling down it and up to the head. (Did you know the head was there to stop your hand flying off? I read that in a book somewhere.) I ran my hand slowly back down it and gave a small scream of shock. Running my hand down it I could actually feel it rubbing along my lips, pressing lightly down into my slit. It took me a second to catch on that Frank was running his thumb over me. 

He continued to do that, timing the movements of his hands along my mound to the way I was stroking his erection. It was, distracting. I got an even bigger shock when I finally rubbed my hand over the head of his cock. Frank took that as permission for his fingers to intrude inside of me. I finally jerked my hand way from him.

I wasn't too surprised when Frank took his hand away from my pussy at the same time. He grinned at me, and I could see he had mischief in mind.

"If it's wet, you'll probably find it goes in more easily," he said casually.

"I don't want it going in at all," I pointed out. "And I've got nothing to wet it with anyway."

Frank thought that hilarious and that's when I twigged. I mean, just how stupid could I be?

"You don't expect me to . . ." All I could do was point at it.

"Why not? It's clean. I had a shower this morning."

I had actually noticed that he was quite clean. Some men seem to have this thing about being dirty and unwashed, with greasy hair, but Frank seemed to have high standards of personal hygiene. But still. . .

"Tell you what," he said. "I will if you will."

I just looked at him, stunned. I looked at his erection and then back up at him. I mean, it might seem big to me but it wasn't that big. Frank saw my confusion and for a moment I thought he was going to have hysterics. He just buried his face in his hands, shaking his head. What the hell had I said?

He took his hands away from his face, looked at me, deliberately licked his lips, and then looked down at my crotch.

"Oh," I said in a small voice, as I finally caught on to what he meant. "Oh," I said in a somewhat louder voice, my stomach turning over as I imagined his mouth on me.

He shuffled along a little, still lying next to me. I turned my head and his groin was right there next to me. Oh god. He really expected me to do it. Damn it all, he was ravishing me, or supposed to be. You can't expect a blow job while you're ravishing someone, can you? Apparently Frank could.

I wasn't going to do it but then I thought what the hell? Maybe if I blew him he would be satisfied with that. No ravishment to follow. I let out a frustrated sigh and turned my head. Oh gods. The head of his erection was right there, so close I could smell it. It didn't smell dirty or anything, just sexy, I guess. 

My warm mouth engulfed him, my lips closing around him. Then I started working on him. Why, I wondered, do they call it a blow job when you don't blow? I worked on him, my mouth travelling up and down his shaft. Not too far down, though. A sword swallower I was not. I rasped my teeth across the head of his erection, feeling the tenseness in him when I did so. 

I actually thought it was going quite nicely. I could feel the tension building in him. He was going to blow his load and I'd be free and unfucked.

It didn't work out that way. Frank suddenly lifted my head away from him, his cock popping free, all wet and glistening. 

"My turn," he growled at me and, twisting around, his head dived between my thighs. 

Oh my fucking god! He was really doing it. His mouth was on my pussy and his tongue was probing inside me. I gave a strangled cry, wanting to scream but not wanting to, if you know what I mean. It's one thing to have fingers trespass where they shouldn't. A tongue was something else again. It was fat and wet and the damn thing was prehensile in its abilities. 

It curled about inside me, probing in all sort of places, or that's what it felt like. It was soft and squishy as well as being firm. A contradiction I know, but that's what it felt like. My real problem came when it touched my clitoris.

Now I'll admit that I was probably a little aroused which meant that my clitoris should have been protected to a certain extent. You wouldn't know it when his tongue struck. I'd have gone through the roof if we'd had one. As it was I was reduced to arching under him and screaming, demanding that he not do that.

"What, this?" he asked, and did it again.

"Yes, that," I raged at him.

"Yes, that. OK," he said, laughing, and did it again.

My god, I thought I was going to climax then and there. When he pulled his face away I found it the most wondrous relief.

A relief that lasted all of one second.

He was going to take me. I just knew it. Everything had been leading up to this point and now he was going in for the kill. No way was I going to quietly submit. I rolled to one side, holding my legs tightly together, trying to move away from him.

"I don't fucking believe this," he grumbled. "Tell me you're kidding."

I just glared at him and he shook his head and tossed his hand in the air.

"Why me?" he asked the sky. "Why do I meet the kooks?"

Kook? Just because I didn't want to be ravished he calls me a kook? Screw him. Ah, no. On second thoughts, that was what I was trying to avoid.

Frank stood up, towering above me, looking down at me. I just lay there, looking up at him, legs together.

The swine winked at me, bent down and took hold of my ankles. Then he lifted them, up and out. Leverage is a wonderful thing – sometimes. He had it, I didn't, and my legs were spread wide, with my ankles damn near up around my ears.

He'd knelt while lifting and now he was between my thighs and his erection was right there next to my slit. Not for long. He just pushed forward and his erection was pushing against my lips, past my lips and driving deeper.

Possibly my dampening his cock helped. I will also admit to a bit of internal dampness owing to the criminal use of his tongue. I'm not saying I was wet, just a trifle damp. The combination was apparently enough for him to slide smoothly down my passage, pushing his way in for the full length of his cock, all in one long continuous thrust, with my passage happily giving him room to move. 




Trespass



I will admit to a modicum of surprise. I hadn't thought that I'd be able to accommodate him. I mean, he looked huge. Maybe it was just my nerves exaggerating his size because of the circumstances. (But I don't think so. The bastard was just big in that area.) Whatever, he'd slipped all the way in and I'd managed to take him.

Instead of starting to just pump away and have his fun he first of all organised things to suit himself. He moved my legs down so that I could wrap them around his waist. Then he started lightly massaging my breasts. He had quite a nice touch for such a big man. Satisfied that everything was in order he started bouncing on me.

He pulled back a little and thrust back into me. I thought nasty things but I also pushed up to meet him. If I was going to be taken it would be a lot easier if I just cooperated. (Some people would say that attitude is just a rationale for doing something that I wanted to do anyway. So what? Let them argue rationales when they're pinned to the ground by a cock. Me, I just went with what worked for me.) 

What worked for me turned out to be, arching my back, lifting my hips, and humping him just as energetically as he humped me. And he was energetic. He didn't start off in a great rush. He moved quite slowly (but firmly) at the start, giving me time to adjust to his movements.

As soon as he found me matching his thrusts he increased his pace, not all at once, but in steady increments, drawing me along with him. By the time he finished his increments we were banging together in fine style, becoming the dynamic duo in a way Batman and Robin never dreamt of.

If I thought that the blow-job had got him nicely primed for a quick finish I soon found out I was mistaken. It might have got him nicely primed but he wasn't interested in any quick finish. He was in it for the long haul.

He kept on and on and with each thrust my body was jolted by the awareness of his cock inside me, pleasuring me. It wasn't so bad when he was pulling back but when he came ramping back in my whole attention seemed to focus on his cock and what it was doing. The big trouble with this was that I'd lose track of what I was saying every time he drove home. 

I wanted to tell him that he should just hurry up and finish off as I still had to get to the lake and set up camp. Fat chance. I'd get out a word or two and then his cock would drive home.

Sentences like, "Will you hurry, aaah," and "Please finish, wowowow," just failed to get the message across. I finally gave up, just going along with him, feeling a passionate excitement steadily building in me.

Oddly enough, he didn't drive me too fast to too great a pitch of excitement. He seemed to be able to just inch me along the way, slowly building a nice foundation for the greater excitement still to come. 

Towards the end of everything I don't think I was in the least coherent. I was just reduced to feeling him taking me, pleasure riding me hard, brain disengaged. When he gave that one thrust too many, I climaxed, totally shattered by what was happening to me. 

He knew precisely what he'd done. As soon as I was climaxing he was driving in harder, taking his own final satisfaction.

Afterwards he graciously gave me time to clean myself up somewhat and get dressed. He was dressed long before I was and just stood waiting patiently for me.

"If you're ready," he said, "just follow me. Do try not to get lost. You don't have to go far."

He was right about that. Another hundred yards and we were at the lake. He indicated a nice patch of grass, telling me I could set up camp there.

"Am I still on your land?" I asked.

"You are, but you've effectively paid the rent for the day," he said blandly. 

"That trail over there," he said, pointing to a clearly marked trail, "will take you off my land and around the lake to merge with the official hiker's trail, upon which you should find your friends."

Even though I didn't want to spend a second longer on his land than I had to, I had to admit that it was a good camping site. He vanished back into the woods and I set up camp. I called my friends and they were camped by the side of the lake as well. We'd meet up where the two trails joined.

I spent a peaceful night, waking up quite early. I stretched and crawled out of my little pup-tent and Frank was there.

"Come to make sure I depart?" I asked.

"Sort of. After you've packed and had breakfast I'll give you your five minutes start."

He had to be kidding.

"Really?" I said in a cold voice. "And how far does your land extend, may I ask?"

"All the way up to the signpost," he said, smiling, pointing to a sign that was at the beginning of the trail. Another of his no trespassing signs I guess.

From me to the sign must have been the enormous distance of about fifty feet. I could do that crawling on hands and knees in less than a minute. That was a relief.

"Oh," was all I said.

"Of course, if you don't make it a penalty will apply," Frank added.

"Don't tell me. Let me guess," I grumbled. "You would feel obliged to hunt me down, strip me and ravish me. Don't worry. I should make it with no problem."

"But I do worry," Frank said softly. "With your propensity for getting lost I can't help but feel you'll be wandering onto my land again. However, I do have a solution."

"I'm unlikely to get lost with the sign in sight and the lake right there next to the trail," I pointed out. "Even an idiot couldn't get lost walking along next to the water. However, by all means, tell me your solution. You're going to guide me out?"

Frank shook his head, at the same time running his eyes over me. I only sleep in panties and t-shirt so he could see quite a bit of me. There again, not nearly as much as he saw yesterday. 

"No. I just thought it would save time and trouble for both of us if you just got down on all fours right now. That way I can peel down your panties and do the ravishing and your, ah, rent, will be paid for another day."

I have to admit I felt a squirmy excitement low down inside me. I could still remember how he felt inside me and how he'd made me feel. I silently bitch-slapped myself and squared my shoulders. (I shouldn't have done the latter. It emphasized my breasts and Frank noticed.) 

"You mean that you're going to rape me again, even though I haven't trespassed yet?" I asked, incredulous. He couldn't do that.

"Certainly not," he said, sounding offended. "That would be dishonourable. But if you should decide to yield in anticipation of future wrong-doing. . ."

I glared at him. It was bad enough that he'd ravished me yesterday. Now he was suggesting I should happily yield to him again. He just couldn't be serious. I ignored that feeling of heat that had been added to the squirmy sensation.

"Forget it," I snapped. "I'll eat and pack and be out of your hair."

With that I burrowed into my backpack for my water bottle and my trail rations. Muesli, heavy on the dried fruit. I ate my breakfast washing it down with cold water. Then I packed up my things.

"OK," said Frank. "You're packed and fed. Your five minutes start now."

"What?" I was quite justly indignant. "I haven't finished dressing yet."

"Sorry. Dressing wasn't in the conditions I gave you," he said, smirking.

Fine. I'd pick up my shoes and jeans and stuff and get dressed on the other side of the sign. I snatched them up and started marching towards the sign.

"Hold it," said Frank, speaking urgently. "I saw a snake there."

I froze. I hate snakes. Sneaky conniving things, always trying to creep up on you.

"Where?" I asked nervously.

"Over there, next to the sign," Frank said, pointing.

"I can't see it," I said, peering ahead.

"Well, it's probably not there now. It was a year ago that I saw it."

I closed my eyes for a second. I wanted to hit him, but it probably wouldn't be wise.

"Is there anything else I should know before I take those last two steps and get off your land?" I asked, and I'm afraid that I might have sounded a little sarcastic.

"Well, yes, but it would take more than five minutes to tell you. Maybe you should just admit defeat and take the penalty."

"Why don't you just admit defeat and let it go," I returned.

"Because I want you," he said. "I'll tell you what. You take those two steps and you're off my land. Then you can step back and I'll be entitled to ravish you and you won't have to surrender."

The man had a one-track mind. I was about to tell him what he could do with his suggestion when it dawned on me that if I kept arguing I'd use up my five minutes. I hastily took the last few steps to pass the sign. 

I glanced up at the sign. Yes, indeed, it was one of Franks. 'OFFENDERS PERSECUTED' it said. Big deal. Now I was off his land. He was grinning as he strolled over to me.

"Well done," he said. "For a moment I thought you might keep on arguing until the time was up. Either that or yield."

"What makes you think I would have yielded," I demanded.

"These," he said, lifting his hands to brush my nipples with his thumbs.

I glared down at them. The treacherous little things were both making little tents against my t-shirt.

"Well, I didn't," I snapped.

"True. You are to be commended. Now, down on your hands and knees and I will reward you."

He put his hands on my shoulders and pressed and I found myself sinking to my knees. He wasn't forcing me. It was just that my knees seemed too weak to hold me up any longer. I just sank down to my knees and then leaned forward onto my hands. I was staring straight ahead but I could sense Frank behind me. My t-shirt was pushed up and then my panties were lowered.

A hand gently massaged me, feeling the heat and moisture already there. He didn't say anything, thank god, but his fingers were moving my lips apart. Then I could feel him, his cock lightly touching me, pressing against that area between my parted lips.

Just like that he took me. I couldn't believe it. I hadn't struggled or protested or tried to run. I'd just gone down onto all fours and let him do what he wanted. What the hell was wrong with me? 

There were differences this time. All the foreplay from the previous day had been bypassed. He'd just slid his cock into me. Also different from the day before. This time he just eased in very slowly, giving me more time to adjust, time I probably required as I wasn't quite as heated as last time. Oddly enough I found his slow incursion almost soothing, telling me I was doing the right thing. (Which I'm pretty certain I wasn't.)

By the time he had settled fully into me I was breathing hard, ready for what was coming. Or so I thought. Breathing hard, tick. Ready? Big fat cross. Yesterday he'd started slow and built up the tempo. Today, he was taking me, hard and fast, driving his cock home with gay abandon while I squealed and bucked under him, trying to keep up with him.

Why the sudden change in style? Who knows? Who cares? I certainly didn't. I just wanted to make sure I stayed with him for the duration. 

His hands were up my t-shirt, playing eagerly with my breasts, my breasts just as eagerly pressing themselves against his hands. And all the time his cock was going thump, thump, thump, as he pounded it home. If he'd taken me this way the previous time I'd have been frightened and horrified. It was kind of appalling to now find myself eager and excited.

Not that I was analysing his different style, mind you. I was too busy enjoying it. Maybe on some subsequent occasion I'd think back and wonder about the different approaches. Right now I was busy.

Another big difference I found was the duration. Frank was taking me too high, too fast. I was already gasping and giving off little love cries, my excitement spilling through me, picking me up and carrying me higher, faster. It seemed all too soon when I reached the point where I couldn't hold back anymore.

This time I screamed when I climaxed. I just couldn't help myself. Even through my scream I heard Frank give a kind of groan and then he was thrashing about, ejaculating hard inside me. 

Afterwards I got dressed, feeling rather bemused. What did you say to someone who has just ravished you, although with your willing compliance? It's certainly not something I've ever seen covered in etiquette manuals.

Yesterday was different. That was ravishment without my consent, so I could be as rude as I liked afterwards. This time? When in doubt, say nothing.

I headed on down the track to my rendezvous with my friends, Frank standing on the edge of his land, watching me. It was a beautiful day and I felt full of vim and vigour. Who knows what the day would bring? I sure hadn't known what yesterday was bringing me. Nor had I expected this morning's little gift.



Trespass Ch. 02



Hunny fell asleep in the restraints. Nick had left her alone for hours, sore and scared, his cum drying on her face. He came back and woke her up, released` her from the restraints, and took her to a remote area of the house. He brought her to a bedroom, and ordered her to get cleaned up and appropriately dressed. He also instructed her to check the closets for things to wear. 

She showered, cleaning herself thoroughly, washing cum away, and wincing when she touched all her sore spots. She hated to admit that while her body ached and her emotions reeled from what had been done to her earlier that day, she had never felt more sexually satisfied.

She stepped back into the room after toweling herself dry. She gingerly opened the closet. As he had said, the wardrobe was full of clothes. She lifted out a skirt and gasped. It was little more than strips of cloth; short strips of cloth in fact. She looked at the tops; all were extremely low-cut. She searched for underwear, and didn't find any, only sheer stockings and garter belts. 

She tried to find the least revealing of the clothes, but the top she finally settled on clung to her breasts, and was so low-cut, her nipples almost showed. She looked at the different skirts; they were extremely short, or see-through, or strategically cut to expose her nether regions. She ended up just picking a skirt that matched her top. It was so short, it could barely be called a skirt. She thought it looked like two handkerchiefs sewn together. She found shoes -- high heeled of course -- and with a resigned sigh, she slipped them on.

She looked in the mirror and closed her eyes, shocked at how wanton she looked. She found cosmetics on the dresser, and put on her usual light make-up. There was no lipstick in the shade she liked, so she went without.

She went to the door, and stopped. She didn't really know where she should go. A voice came over the intercom in the wall, startling her. 

"Come down the stairs at the end of the hall. I'm waiting for you."

She didn't want to think how he knew she was ready. She opened the door and stepped into the hallway. She wondered if she should make a run for it. Then she realized she didn't know her way around this part of the house, and was completely disoriented. Plus, dressed as she was and without her purse, her passport or any money, where could she go?

She found the stairs, and walked down them. She didn't remember seeing these steps during the tour. She reached what must be the cellar, and found the door slightly ajar. She opened it, and stopped dead. Her eyes took in the different things scattered around the room. 

It was not well lit, and there was very little in the room except for a few chairs, a bench, an x-shaped structure, and lots of scary-looking implements. There were whips, chains, cuffs, gags, and plenty of things she didn't recognize. She whimpered with fear and turned to leave, her heart pounding loudly. 

While she had been mesmerized by the strange objects in front of her, Nick had quietly walked into the room. He grabbed her from behind, holding her by the arm and pulling her close. Unable to stop herself, she started screaming and struggling.

He growled, "If you don't shut up and obey me, I'll tie you up and throw you to my staff." 

She went limp in his arms, trembling violently.

He nodded, "That's right. Now let me have a look at you." 

She stood there, completely demoralized, trembling with fear and shock. 

"Show me what you picked, slut."

Looking up at him, she licked her lips nervously, trying to stand up straight. The low-cut top exposed most of her breasts; the skirt was so short he could see her cunt. The high heels emphasized her muscled calves and made her ass push out. Her nipples were stiff, straining against the soft material of her top.

He asked her, "How do you feel my dear?"

She hated herself for being so frightened, but could only say, "Please...let me go home...I'm sorry I read the book."

He laughed, "No you're not, slut. I'm willing to bet you've never been fucked as thoroughly as that before."

She tried once more, "Please, I want to go home now. Haven't you punished me enough?"

He laughed again, "Oh no, not in the least. I'm going to be using and abusing your body for quite some time to come, you horny little slut."

She whispered, "Oh God," finally realizing that she was completely in his power.

He said, "No lipstick? That won't do." He handed her a tube of bright red lipstick. "From now on, you will always keep your mouth red, as whorish looking as you can."

She shuddered, but nodded, slowly applying the lipstick on her full lips.

"Good girl. When your lips are wrapped around my cock, and believe me they will be, I want them shiny and red."

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said "yes, Sir."

He leaned down and wrapped a red leather cuff around her ankle, buckling a strap underneath the instep of the incredibly high heels and locking it with a small padlock. He did the same to the other foot, locking her shoes onto her feet.

She panicked, "what are you doing?"

He answered, "You will do everything, and I mean everything, in heels from now on slut." 

Tears welled in her eyes, but she stayed quiet. 

He took her over to the X-shaped contraption, and adjusted it to her height. He ordered her to spread her legs, which he then secured to the lower bars of the "X". He attached each arm to one of the upper bars. She was effectively spread-eagled, and her skirt rode up, exposing her pussy and ass. 

She shivered as a chilly draft caressed her pussy. He tugged at her blouse, pulling it downward, exposing her breasts completely. Her nipples puckered, stiffening in the coolness. She realized she was whimpering, terrified at being so much in this man's control and mercy. All of this was so new to her. She hated that she'd had such intense orgasms earlier and that she had never experienced so much lust and pleasure before. It made her vulnerable to his depravity.

She closed her eyes when he put his hands on her, touching her intimately and possessively. He said, harshly, "Open your eyes, slut! Look at me!"

She quickly obeyed him, her heart pounding. She cried out when he cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples and tugging at them. He lowered his mouth to her right breast and suckled on the hard teat. With one hand he manipulated her left breast, while his other hand strayed down to her sex. He wanted her to be aroused, so that in the end, she would orgasm and be humiliated by how much pleasure she got from his using her.

He slowly slid his fingers along her pussy, frowning slightly when he felt the tuft of fur just above her clit. He said, almost conversationally, "In future, this" (giving a light tug to her pubic hair and making her wince) "will be gone. You are to be completely bare and open to me. Understand?"

She nodded; she was already slightly dizzy from his touch. Her nipples had always been extremely sensitive, and he seemed to know exactly what to do to arouse her. She cried out when he slid a finger inside her, and blushed at his low chuckle. "You're already wet, slut."

She hated how her body responded to his touch, but was unable to stop her reactions. He fingered her slowly, watching as she jerked and tried to bite back her moans. He caressed her clit, and smiled triumphantly when she released a low groan.

He added a second finger into her cunt, and leaned in close, whispering, "listen slut...you're juicing up." Her cheeks turned crimson when she heard his fingers sliding in and out of her wetness. 

He pulled his fingers out, and she sighed, not sure whether she was relieved or disappointed. She watched him warily, trying to turn her head as he moved behind her. She felt him touch her cunt from behind, drawing the juices upwards through her crack. She realized what he had in mind and tensed up, as her ass was still so sore.

He smacked her cunt hard and she screamed. He said, roughly, "If you don't want it to hurt more, you need to relax."

She quivered, knowing he was right, but she was still reluctant to open herself up to him. He shrugged and said, "Have it your way." 

Without further ado he pushed a finger into her tight hole, making her scream again. He just laughed, "I told you so."

Her breasts were heaving, and tears began to slide down her cheeks. He plunged his finger into her ass in an almost leisurely manner, wriggling the digit around to stretch her open. He pulled out his finger and walked back in front of her, wanting to watch her face while he tormented her. He rubbed two fingers along her pussy lips, whispering, "You're lucky I'm using lube." 

He then sank both fingers back into her ass. She screamed again, body jerking in the restraints. He spread his fingers in a "v" to open her even more while he pumped them in and out of her. He listened carefully, noting the exact moment when her cries of pain became sighs. He leaned in close and said, "You were made for fucking, my pet. Just listen to yourself, you're about to start begging for it."

She blushed, but had to acknowledge the truth of his words. He fingered her ass a few minutes more, taunting her by pointing out the juices running down her thighs. He pulled his fingers out of her, and wiped them on a cloth. He stared at her, for a long moment. 

Her thighs were slick with her juices, her nipples were rock hard, standing proudly. Her face and chest were flushed. She looked back at him, eyes dazed, lips bright red and swollen. He tugged her skirt up higher and saw her clit, fully aroused and throbbing. 

He stepped in then, grabbing her hair in one fist he tugged her head up, eyes fixed on hers. "You're mine now, do understand me, slut? You're mine." Before she could respond, he kissed her, tongue plundering her mouth, staking his claim. With a moan she began kissing him back.

He reached down and released his cock from his trousers, then jammed it straight into her juicy cunt. He pumped violently, slamming her back against the wooden "X". She was moaning, tight cunt grabbing at his cock, her hips arching from the structure each time he pulled back. 

After a few minutes, he withdrew completely, and watching her face, he slid his cock into her ass. His earlier fingering had eased some of the tightness, but it still hurt to have him in there...she couldn't suppress a cry of pain

"Ah fuck, you're so tight... Such a fucking great ass," he groaned. He pounded away at her, enjoying the tight grip of her narrow opening on his cock. They both could hear the lewd smacking of his balls against her. He reached down and caressed her clit, moaning when her ass tightened around his cock in reaction to his touch.

He slammed into her harder, watching her tits jiggle with each of his thrusts. He mashed her breasts in his hand, and felt her ass tighten again. He looked to his right, and with a savage grin, he reached for a nipple clamp resting on a table beside them. 

He showed it to her, and slowed his thrusts while he made a production of fastening to one of her turgid nipples. When it closed on her sensitive flesh she shrieked, her body bucking, her ass squeezing his cock almost painfully. He grimaced in pleasure, and quickly got the other clamp. 

She was breathing hard, pain and pleasure were warring within her and she was completely confused. Her breasts ached, nipples throbbing in the grip of the clamps, but her cunt kept dripping juices down her thighs. 

He fucked her ass some more, taking his time, reveling in the slick feel of her velvet passage around him. When he felt her finally surrendering to lust, he tugged on the nipple clamps, exulting in the sounds of her cries and the resultant squeezing of his cock.

He sped up his thrusts, his orgasm nearing, bucking harder and harder into her. He maintained just enough control to reach out and grab a vibrator from the table. He pressed it against her clit and switched it on. Her body immediately convulsed, juices gushing past the faux cock, ass pulsing, massaging his cock. With a roar, he came, too. Thick hot gobs of cum filled up her tight ass, some of it leaking from her each time he withdrew slightly. 

She leaned back, her body quivering, eyes shut, breasts rising and falling. She groaned when he pulled out of her ass, blushing when she heard the sucking sound, the reluctance with which her ass released his cock.

He stepped back, his breathing as ragged as her. He bent over her body and released one of her nipples from the clamp. When he heard her cry of pain he gently sucked on the nipple, soothing it. He did the same with her other nipple, and then tugged the vibe out of her steaming cunt. 

Setting the instruments of pleasure/pain onto the table, he stopped to study her. He smiled with satisfaction, she made a lovely sight. His cum and hers dripped down her thighs. Her pussy lips seemed to gently pulse, they were a deep pink. Her clit still protruded invitingly. Her nipples seemed to throb as well. 

He said, "Tell me, did you cum?"

She raised dazed and slightly shamed eyes to his, parted her lips and responded with a very quiet, "yes."

"I can't hear you, slut."

She swallowed, and repeated, her voice louder. "Yes...yes, I did cum."

He smiled and lifted the vibe to her face, showing her the soaked toy. "I'll say you did, you squirted."

Her face flamed, she felt as if she couldn't get any more embarrassed. How could this man do such things to her and make her body respond the way it did? 

He left her leaning against the X while he cleaned himself up, occasionally glancing over at her, smiling at how depraved she looked. He walked back to her and gently stroked her cheek before he tipped her face up so her eyes met his.

"What are you thinking, my slut?"

She softly said, "I...I'm so confused. You've used me, hurt me, against my will, but I've never had stronger orgasms. And you..." her voice dropped away, a hint of fear in her eyes.

He gripped her chin harder, and said sternly, "Continue."

Her voice hesitant, she added, "And you confuse me. One minute you're ... violent, and the next, you're gentle. I don't understand." Her voice broke, and tears slid down her cheeks.

He let her chin drop, and without saying a word, released her from the restraints. He steadied her as her knees threatened to buckle. Together they walked out of the cellar and back upstairs to her bedroom.

He let her in, and made her sit on the chair in front of the dresser. He released the padlocks on her heels, and smiled when he heard her soft thanks. He stood, and walked to the door. Turning to face her he said, "Clean up and get some rest. We'll talk tomorrow." 

She was too tired to argue. The events of the entire day overwhelmed her. She merely nodded, and watched him leave. She heard the sound of a key turning in the lock, and knew she was still a prisoner. She got up and walked to the bathroom. 

When she was clean, she crawled straight into bed. She knew from her earlier search for clothing that she would be sleeping naked while she stayed there.

Exhaustion claimed her, and she drifted off into sleep. Her last coherent thought was to wonder what tomorrow would bring.



Trespass Ch. 03



Nick awoke smiling when he remembered why he felt so good that morning. The thought of his little fucktoy upstairs made his cock harden. He got out of bed and strode over to the monitors to look at his toy. She looked so sweet and innocent while asleep, her body curled up in a fetal position. As he watched her, he saw her eyelids flutter open, a smile of pure female satisfaction on her face. As her memories of the previous day kicked in, her expression changed from pleasure to shame. She hid her face in the pillows, her long hair fanning out over the white fabric. Nick's cock jerked, remembering the feel of that soft hair against his skin. 

He picked up the microphone and spoke, "Time to get out of bed slut. Get clean, get dressed and meet me downstairs. Don't forget everything I told you last night." He saw her sit up in bed, saw the despair and fear in her eyes. She held the sheets over her body protectively, and he said "You know I've already seen you naked, drop the sheets now."

She closed her eyes, but obediently dropped the sheets. She stepped out of bed, and went into the bathroom. She frowned when she saw the safety razor and shaving gel. She didn't remember seeing them there the night before. She shivered when she realized that he had come into the room while she was asleep. 

She stepped into the tub, turned on the shower and lathered her body. She squirted a fair amount of gel into her hand and rubbed it into her pubic hair. She drew the razor across her entire pubic area, from her mound to her ass, until she was completely bare. She then washed off all the soap, and stepped out of the tub, toweling herself dry. 

She walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a tight cropped tee-shirt that said "Fucktoy" on it. It was a size too small, and clung to her frame, barely covering the bottoms of her breasts. She pulled on a teeny red leather skirt and tugged it on. She found matching red heels, and strapped them onto her feet. Then she went over and sat in front of the dresser to put make-up on. She put on heavier make-up than she was used to, and finished it off with bright red lipstick. She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't recognize herself as the Hunny who would be making partner in a few months. This Hunny looked like she was made for fucking. She shuddered again, a soft moan escaping her lips when she realized her pussy was wet. Her nipples were prominent through the thin cotton, and she knew it was because she was aroused. 

She heard his voice, amusement clear "If you're done admiring yourself, get your butt downstairs."

She jumped, flushing in embarrassment at having been caught out. She found the door unlocked, and stepped out onto the dim stairwell. Once again she entered the cellar. He was already here, and a small table contained several dishes.

Her stomach grumbled when she saw the food. She hadn't eaten since lunch the previous day. He laughed, "I thought you might be hungry. Come have breakfast." 

She smiled at him shyly, once again wondering at the different sides to him. He could be so kind and gentle, and then suddenly, he'd turn cold and rough. As she remembered just how cold and rough he had been the day before, she felt her nipples grow even harder. She blushed again, wondering if he noticed.

He held out a chair for her, and she sat down, thanking him quietly. He said, "You look perfect this morning, my fucktoy. You're dressed the way you should be, to show off that hot body of yours." She blushed yet again, wondering why this man had so much power over her; she who could reduce even the male associates to tears with just words.

"I know it's a far cry from how you dress at your firm." Her head jerked up and she stared at him, mouth open. 

He laughed, sitting across her at the table. "Of course I checked who you are, my dear. I know where you work, where you live, and what you're doing here. I've taken the liberty of canceling all your hotel reservations. You're staying here from now on." 

She began to protest, and he reached over and popped a morsel of food into her mouth. "Eat. You'll need to keep up your strength. I intend to use you well today." He laughed at the expression on her face. She was starving, so she told herself that she wouldn't bother to fight with him until after she'd had breakfast. 

He watched her eat, smiling indulgently. When she was done, he told her to clear the table, and load the dishes in the dumbwaiter in the corner. She hadn't noticed it before; but then, she'd been rather preoccupied. 

"Now, my dear, it's time to answer some of your questions, even the ones you haven't asked. I'm only keeping you here til your vacation is over. Then you're free to go back to your previous life...if you decide you should want to do so." He raised a hand to forestall her comments. "Listen to me. You're a born submissive, your body knows that, even if your mind protests. You've never had stronger, or more intense orgasms than when I'm using you. I'm willing to bet that you've not been able to sustain a long term relationship; the men you meet are too in awe of you, your brains, your looks, your talent. You tire of them easily, don't you?"

She reluctantly nodded, a little bit frightened by how well he was reading her. 

He continued, "I can give you what you need, someone to submit to, who will use you the way your body wants. Someone who, while admiring your face and form and brain, will not let you control him. Someone who will fuck your hot cunt and ass and mouth whenever he wants." 

She bit her lip. His words were resonating through her body. She realized she was squeezing her thighs together, and she forced herself to hold still. He laughed, noticing everything she was trying to hide. He said, "You're going to be my plaything, Hunny. You'll be my fucktoy. And you'll enjoy every second of it." 

She whimpered, feeling her arousal grow even stronger. 

He added, "You'll find me a fair Master. When I'm using you I might be rough, because I can sense that's what you're craving. But afterwards, I will make sure you are all right; that you don't want for anything. Yesterday, I had to show you what you've been denying all these years. Now get up, Hunny."

She slowly rose from the table, her body shaking. He walked over to her, and reached between her legs. "Good girl, you shaved." He chuckled when his exploratory fingers emerged gleaming with her juices. He put them to her lips and nodded approvingly when she licked his fingers clean. "I knew you'd be a quick study." 

He led her over to another table, and made her bend over. He locked her ankles to the table's legs, and then locked her wrists to the front legs. He stepped back to admire her, enjoying the way the tight red skirt rode up, exposing her round little ass and sweet bare pussy. He reached over to tug her tee-shirt up over her breasts, so her sensitive nipples rested on the cool metal surface of the table. She moaned, feeling her aureolae crinkling even further into tight hard peaks. 

He moved back over to her face, and undid his trousers, once again revealing his already erect cock. He rubbed it over her eyes, nose and mouth, smearing pre-cum over her skin. She whimpered but didn't protest and when he pressed the bulbous tip to her red lips, she parted them without his having to tell her. He pumped slightly, sighing with pleasure when her warm tongue caressed him. He eased his cock deep into her mouth and watched her take it in, bright red whorish lips straining around his girth. Her dark brown eyes were filled with lust, and still the slightest, most delightful hint of shame and humiliation. He knew it would take her a while to get used to the idea of being his fucktoy. 

She sucked and slurped on his cock with increasing enthusiasm, she was shocked at how much she wanted to please him. She swirled her tongue over his hot flesh, moaning around his thickness and quivering with pleasure each time he sighed with approval. 

He leaned over her, and casually slapped her ass cheeks. He felt her gasp and moan around his cock. He growled, "Keep sucking slut! I'd better not feel any teeth!"

He started spanking her harder, dropping blow after blow on her ass. He watched her light brown skin turn a fiery red and felt her sucking increase. His cock inched deeper into her throat and he felt her gag. He stayed still for a few seconds and then pulled back slightly, only to shove back in again.

When her ass was practically glowing, he stopped spanking her and just enjoyed the feeling of her mouth around him. He looked down at her and smiled at the tears that stained her face because her red lips were still obediently sucking. He suddenly pulled back, and chuckled when she moaned in protest. She panted softly, her body trembling, her ass burning, but her pussy absolutely soaked. 

She couldn't see where he went; he had moved behind her. She heard the sound of wheels and wondered what he had in store. He had set up a surprise for her...

He rolled a machine behind her and carefully positioned it between her legs. He then returned to his slut's mouth, studied it and shook his head. "You've smeared your lipstick over my cock, and now there's none on your lips!" He grabbed a tube of crimson lipstick and applied a liberal coating on her lips, deliberately careless, so she looked even more like a whore. He nodded in satisfaction.

"That's better." 

Then he immediately plunged his cock back into her welcoming throat, and while she was once again adjusting to his size, he leaned forward and flipped a switch. He smiled when he saw the fucking machine kick into motion, the mechanized cock aimed directly at her unprotected cunt.

He knew the exact moment it entered her because he felt her squeal around his cock. As the machine pounded her from behind, she grew even more lustful, sucking and slurping hard on his cock. She moaned and writhed, her tongue wriggling over his length, teasing his flesh. He looked at the sheer lust in her eyes and smiled again. 

He said, his voice low, "Fucktoy...whore...slut... You just want all your holes filled, don't you?"

He laughed when he saw the shame flare in her eyes. 

The room was soon filled with the liquid sounds of fucking. Her cunt was dripping and her mouth was wet, with saliva trickling from the sides of her lips. He leaned over again and put the machine on a higher speed, laughing at the look in her eyes as the pounding increased. She started screaming as orgasm after orgasm flooded her body. He yelled, "That's it, you whore....fucking cum...cum hard...you know you love it...you know that's all you're good for...to be fucked and used and filled!"

She was lost, she couldn't control her body anymore; instead her mouth clamped on his cock and she suckled and mewled and begged for him to fill her mouth, her words unintelligible, muffled by his cock.

He grabbed her hair and pumped his cock deep in her throat, feeling her throat tighten around him. He pulled out of her mouth, said "Keep that slutty mouth open, whore! Stick your tongue out!" When she did so, he came hard, covering her mouth and tongue with his white sticky seed, spraying it on her eyes, her hair, her clothes. 

All the while, the fucking machine continued to work on her body, and she came repeatedly, her body thrashing on the table. Finally, she couldn't deal with the sensations anymore, and she lost consciousness. 

He held on to the table, breathing hard and steadying himself before he switched off the machine. He moved around her slowly, his knees still weak, and he moved the machine away from her body. 

He smiled down at his little cum slut, who was completely spent. Her face was coated in his thick cream; globs of it glistened in her hair, and drops had even reached as far as her ass. 

He sat down and watched her, letting her rest. When she showed signs of coming to, he brought over a glass of cool water, and helped her drink. She looked up at him expectantly, thinking he would let her up off the table. He shook his head, amused that she still thought she had some control over what he would do. 

He sat down in front of a computer at the far end of the cellar. She couldn't see what he was doing, but she could hear him typing. She heard him exclaim in satisfaction, "Yes, there it is." He spent some time fiddling with the machines, while she stayed locked to the table. 

He pressed a switch, and a monitor blinked on. It was set at her eye level. He said, "I think you'll enjoy watching this, slut." She stared at the screen, watching as a view of the cellar was revealed. He approached her once again, so he could see her reactions to what was about to be revealed. 

He saw the puzzlement in her eyes turn to comprehension, and then embarrassment. The camera panned so lovingly on the way she was worshipping his cock, her scarlet lips eagerly sucking on his length. The expression on her face was unmistakable: pure unadulterated lust. As she watched, he provided a whispered commentary.

"What would you call someone who reacted the way you did? Look at how hard you came, look at the pleasure on your face...look how you take my cock and still want more!"

She was mesmerized, watching herself, barely recognizing the woman on screen.

He urged, "Come on; answer me. What kind of woman does all those things?"

She whispered, "A slut."

He prodded, "And whose slut are you?"

"Yours." she said, her body shuddering when she acknowledged the truth. 

He smiled triumphantly and said, "You've cum so many times, but I know you're going to do it again. You're going to cum from my fucking your ass, and from watching what a slut, what a horny bitch, what a fucking WHORE you are!"

He positioned himself behind her, rubbing his thick cock over her pussy and ass crack, her juices providing all the lubrication he needed. Then he spread open her ass cheeks and thrust hard, his cock head stretching the tiny hole, making her squeal. He pumped repeatedly, making sure her eyes were fixed on the monitor, showing her just how much pleasure she had experienced.

He slid his hand under her body, and fingered her swollen clit, feeling her body push back against him, her ass tighten around his cock. He groaned, loving how tight she was, how she was yielding to him, how she had begun to accept her need for his control over her. He listened as she moaned underneath him, issuing wordless cries of lust and need. 

He pinched her clit between his fingers and hissed in her ear, "Cum for me now, slut!"

Her response was a violent orgasm that ripped through her entire body. She began screaming, "FUCK ME MASTER...FUCK YOUR SLUT...FUCK YOUR WHORE'S ASS... JUST KEEP FUCKING MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

The repeated pulsing of her ass around his cock made him shoot his load into her, his seed deep in her bowels. She whimpered, her pussy juices dripping down her thighs, her inner walls still fluttering with aftershocks from her orgasm. 

He rested his weight on her, one more sign of his domination. He gently caressed her face, and said softly, "That's my good whore." 

She found herself smiling as she whispered back, "Thank you, Master." 



Trespass To Punishment



Dan stepped out into the quiet remains of a Saturday night, a knotted garbage bag in hand. At nearly one in the morning, the small bedroom community of Kessler Grove lay still. The only sounds, even on a weekend night, were the soft rush of traffic from the not far-off interstate, the odd bark of a dog or call of an owl. 

He drew a breath of cool night air and shuffled down the steps of the back porch, thoughts of what Gina might have done that night brushing his mind. After nearly three weeks, the mournful effect of their breakup had largely withered. Weekend nights, though, still played dark tricks on the nineteen year-old. His parents were gone until Sunday afternoon and Dan rued the evening he and his ex-girlfriend might have had together.

Ex-girlfriend my ass, he thought. Over the last three weeks he had accepted that a month of weekend dates and awkward, intermittent sex did not make a relationship. 

Overall, though, he was proud of himself. Only once, while he sat near comatose in front of the TV did thoughts of his ex-girlfriend agitate him. An image of her wedged under some hot-shot business major had done little more than bring a snort of contempt. 

With a sigh, Dan opened the garage side-door and dropped the bag into its rubber holding cell. That done, he pulled the door shut behind him. Tired but restless, Dan stood for a moment on the brick walkway and rolled his shoulders. He somewhat regretted not going out with Dom and Nick that night, but drinking in the Oak Hill Cemetery hadn't been very appealing.

Even if Jennifer Salasky was there. Dan knew her socially. He also knew she had liked him for quite some time. She was cute and quiet in a thoughtful sort of way. Unlike Gina, Jennifer probably wouldn't harp on him about an alleged lack of ambition. In all likelihood she'd make a great girlfriend and be an enthusiastic bed partner. Thoughts of the pale brunette stirred his libido and Dan almost wished he could misuse Jennifer's affections. Damn, he thought and grinned.

A sharp moan stopped him in mid-step. Dan looked laterally across the yard, towards a neighboring two-story brick house a hundred feet or so away. Once or twice Dan had heard those particular neighbors go at it. The night was still and Dan shrugged. Must have been a dog, he reasoned. Or a horny mind. He grinned again and reached the squat concrete porch.

Another cry found his ears and Dan started. Definitely not a dog. He grinned and looked toward the neighbor's house. The windows were dark. Dan stood for a moment and waited for the carnal couple to fill the night with orgasmic cries. From what he'd just heard, his neighbors were likely to really go at it. Dan ran his tongue across his lip.

Another cry filled the night and Dan frowned. He could swear the sound came more from behind him. He turned around and stared at the McWilliams house. A laugh bubbled in his throat. He considered whether the geriatric couple were fucking and dismissed the notion. Maybe they still did the deed, but not so vigorously that Mrs. McWilliams would break the night's silence.

"Umgah owgey!" 

Dan turned and looked across the yard. The voice sounded as if it came through a pillow from somewhere beyond the shed. He now remembered his mom saying something about the little house and the woman who'd moved into it not more than a week earlier. His brow rose. He also remembered seeing, as he came home from work a few evenings ago, a rather attractive brunette near the house. He summoned the vision but got little more than a reddish summer dress and black hair cut, he thought, in a bob.

Another cry drifted over the shed. Damn, she sounds like she's getting a good workout, he thought. Dan's cock pushed against the leg of his sweatpants. He bit his lip and heard his heart thump. He shifted and grunted as the feel of fleecy cotton coaxed his member fully erect. 

A distant but long, guttural moan drifted from over the shed. Thoughts of his ex-girlfriend were buried by his rising libido. His cock swelled to life with a need for the embrace of slick warmth. Another moan filled the night and Dan had an urge to whip it out and satisfy himself. 

He swallowed and looked toward the shed. A space of some three feet stood between the shed and the high fence separating his house from the McWilliams. A space filled with night. Dan realized he could slip behind the shed and be closer – some thirty feet closer – to the woman's house. Every sound she made would find his ears and in the dark, Dan could tackle his growing need.

The shadows slipped around him as he stepped into the space. He looked down at himself and grinned. His t-shirt and sweatpants were nearly invisible and his arms were little more than gray silhouettes. His heart raced and he breathed fast as he crept closer towards the neighbor's yard. A waist-high chain-link fence bordered the two properties. Beyond that lay a landscape made of shadows and night. 

He crept forward until the dark shape of the woman's house showed itself. A squat deck adorned with the fuzzy shapes of potted plants jutted out from the house and its French doors. His eye caught an oddity in the shadowy contours - a sliver of light a lower corner of the doors. 

"Peas!" The muffled cry was followed by what sounded like whimpering moans. Dan's mouth fell open into a grin and his heart raced. Another moan slid from the dark house. Dan breathed hard and rubbed his stiff cock through his sweats, squirming at the sensations that demanded a more vigorous touch. 

"Peas fug gee, peas!" A long moan followed the tortured plea and Dan nearly came. He gasped through tight lips and forced his hand away from himself. Dan giggled behind clenched teeth as he anticipated the onslaught of orgasmic wails. He glanced around him, the shadowy night reassuring that he was invisible. He tugged his sweat pants down, just over his hip bones. Anxiety he just might be seen stayed the descent of his pants. 

He twisted his head around the corner of the shed. A Weeping Willow dripped shadows across a good chunk of the yard and Dan knew even the keenest-eyed neighbor could not see him. The rear-most neighbor's house hid behind a solid white fence. In the night, the woman's house was well-hidden. The space he stood in must, he realized, be all but non-existent.

He glanced back to the woman's house and licked his dry lips as he looked at the faint sliver of light. He set a hand atop the fence and squatted. The doors themselves seemed somewhat paler than they should be. 

Another soft, but distinct moan filled the night. Dan dropped to his knees, his cock aching for stimulation. Images of just how the woman and her lover were fucking spun in Dan's head. A tattoo of sharp cries filled his ears and Dan saw an image of the woman on all fours. Breathing deep, he pushed his sweatpants down and stopped. He blinked and peered at the French doors. For a moment he thought he saw a vague blur of movement. Holy shit, he thought. They were doing it right in that room. A room with a light. 

Dan froze as a notion possessed him. The yard was dark and would hide his approach if he crept up to the deck. He could crouch right at the steps and, if not see much of anything at least he could hear that much better. A shudder of excitement and fear rose from his chest. I'll be so fucked if I'm caught, he thought. Everyone in the Grove would know and his troubles would be far more than legal.

"Uh whaa um!" The woman cried. Shaking, he stood and placed his hands on top of the fence. He was just tall enough he could swing one leg and the other over with casual effort. Fear, though, kept his feet where they were. He leaned his head just past the fence and looked toward the side lawn of the woman's house. Three privet bushes marched from the corner of the woman's house to the edge of the McWilliams' property, obscuring, if not blocking a view from the street. He took a breath and chewed on a lip, considering the risks and rewards of sneaking into his neighbor's yard. 

He knew he might never have an opportunity like this again. Quickly and with only the slightest sound, Dan swung one leg and then the other over the fence. He almost went right back over, but crouched instead. He looked behind him and saw nothing but the neighbor's white fence. He looked across the breadth of the yard and saw only the willow and darkness. He looked toward the French doors and what lay just the other side of them.

This is crazy, he thought. Instead of going back over the fence, though, he trotted in a crouch toward the deck, the sound of his breath and the plod of his shoes horribly loud in his ears. His half-erect cock bobbed against his thigh and he struggled against nervous laughter. He reached the deck and squatted in the elbow of the steps. 

Slowly he shifted onto his knees and bent his body upright. The deck's handrail and two potted plants either side of his face giving him confidence. He wrestled with his fast, panicky breathing and willed away the urge to flinch at the slightest sound. 

"Do you won a gum?" A voice said. Dan frowned as he stared at the doors. The voice didn't sound very masculine. A pale shadow shifted behind a door and Dan's head throbbed with the urge to run back to the fence. 

"Ess! Make me come!" The woman said. Dan grinned and stared at the doors, his cock returning to its engorged glory. Holy shit, Dan thought. He breathed fast and swallowed. 

"Are you goring be a good girl?" 

The voice sounded more as if it came from a woman. Dan's mouth opened. The shadow drifted into view again, but Dan didn't flinch. He was invisible, after all. Silent, as well. 

"Are you going to be a good little bitch?" 

This time Dan didn't suspect; he knew. His neighbor was fucking a woman, not a man. Dan bit his lip and squirmed. He also looked at the sliver of light in the door's lower corner. His breath shuddered as he thought of what creeping up to the door would reveal. No way, he thought. No fucking way.

"Do you won id?" The woman-voice said. 

"Ess! I won it in my boo-see!"

Dan nearly moaned and he felt dizzy from the visions dancing in his head. He bit his lip until pain made him blink. The sliver of light beckoned. He'd be a fool if he passed the opportunity. Go slow, he told himself, just take quick a look. Enough to know exactly what the two women were doing. 

He lifted himself into a crouch and set a shaking foot onto the first step. Cool air brushed his face and he nearly abandoned his course of action. Another moan from within the house brought his other foot onto the next step. He kept his eyes on the French doors, fearful he would see the shadow grow large and the door open. The deck creaked. Dan froze, one foot on the deck itself, the other on the steps. Too risky, he thought.

"Fuck me!" 

Dan stared at the doors and an iron resolve surged through him. His breath tight, he crept forward, grinning in triumph as the deck took his weight without a peep. His eyes fell to the sliver and he quivered with expectation. His mouth fell open when he heard the shuddering scrape at his feet. Something grabbed his foot and Dan twisted in panic, the grip on his foot tightening. 

His balance faltered as he spun himself around. The sound of something scraping the deck roared in his ears as he fell forward. The thump of his knee hitting the deck was almost as loud as the sound of something bouncing and clattering behind him. Arms flailing, Dan fell forward yet again, his palms and his chin biting into the grass. Minutes or even hours passed as he struggled to get on his feet and run.

The doors opened and a thin squeal of fear leaped from his throat as the knock of footsteps bore down on him. He kicked his legs, his knees barking against the steps. He pushed against the lawn. Something hard and sharp pressed between his shoulder blades.

"Don't fucking move!" A woman hissed.

Dan felt a cold numbness wash through his body. He turned his head toward the fence and could swear the shadows there grinned in amusement.

"You!" The woman's voice was a stern whisper. Dan whimpered in silence as he thought of how everything had gone wrong. The clatter of whatever he'd caught his foot in sounded in his ears over and over. Worse, the woman apparently recognized him. An eternity passed before the woman spoke again.

"Put your hands behind your back!"

Without thinking, Dan obeyed. He heard an odd, soft creaking as the woman shifted herself. She grabbed his thumbs and bent them until Dan gasped.

"You will stand up," The woman said, her voice a whisper laced with broken glass. "If you try anything funny I'll break both of your thumbs. Do you understand?" She bent his thumbs again.

"Y-yes." Dan said. The pressure on his back disappeared. He stumbled to his knees and then his feet, wincing at the pain in his thumbs. 

"You will turn around and walk into the house." 

The woman goaded Dan around and pushed him to the steps. Visions of police and the look of shame on his parents' faces loomed before him. He glanced down and saw the dark shape of the small charcoal grill his foot had tangled with. 

"Turn your head to the right and keep it there, understand?" 

The woman bent his thumbs again for emphasis. Dan grimaced and fought an urge to break her grip. Even if he did, with his digits intact, it wouldn't matter. The French door stood half-open. Maybe he could talk his way out of any trouble, if he could think of anything that might mollify his captor.

He turned his head to the right as far as he could and stepped over the threshold. The wall of whatever room he stepped into was beige with soft light. He moved forward at the woman's prodding, his eyes passing over an autumn landscape print hanging on the wall.

"Who the hell is that?" Another, younger-sounding woman said. An image of a wide-eyed blond with a pleasantly heavy bottom and messy hair gathered up in knot leapt into his mind. 

Dan's captor prodded him forward, the wall and an entrance to a hallway sliding past his vision. As shocked as he was by his predicament, he marveled at the scent of feminine exertion and arousal that laced the air. 

"On your knees!" The woman said. Dan obeyed.

"Lean forward and place your left cheek on the couch." Dan again did as he was told. The fuzzy red of an armrest looked back at him. What felt like velvet met his face. I am so fucking fucked, he thought. He might have laughed at how his cock withered in agreement. 

"Is he a creeper?" The other woman said. Dan winced. He thought of everything that word implied and kissed his own ass goodbye.

"It seems so, Kat. Unless our young intruder here has a compelling reason as to why he was on the deck. Did your cat run into my backyard?" The woman said. Dan squeezed his eyes shut.

"No." He said, grimacing against the discomfort in his thumbs and knees.

"Ah." The woman said. "Stay exactly as you are. If you so much as move a finger I'll abandon any thought of listening to an explanation. Instead, I'll simply call the police, yes?" She said. The pressure on his thumbs disappeared.

"Yes." Dan said. He summoned the will to turn and confront both women. He'd broken the law, he knew, but wasn't the woman doing the same by forcing him down on his knees? He thought for a moment and then heard the phrase "citizen's arrest". 

That odd creaking noise came again when the woman moved away. Dan thought he knew what made the odd sound. An image of the woman he'd seen just days earlier came to mind. He pictured his captor wearing a latex cat suit, her black hair cut into a blunt bob. If he saw her face, he knew her eyes would be dark and fierce, her skin pale and her contours subdued but stern.

Kat started a question that was answered with a "shush" from the woman. He heard her approach and bit his lip. Why the hell didn't she just call the police and get the whole thing over with?

Dan opened his eyes when she grabbed his wrists and wrapped something around them. Before he could open his mouth and protest, he felt something soft binding him. In moments his hands were tied together. Dan breathed fast. What his captor did could not, he suspected, be at all legal. I'm really, really fucked. 

"Keep your eyes straight ahead." The woman said. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him upright. Dan looked down the short length of the shadowy hallway. A door stood ajar, letting darkness spill out of a room.

"Hey!" He said when something snaked over his eyes. A blindfold. His breath rattled out of him as he realized how vulnerable he now was. No one knows where I am, he thought. He trembled and swore he heard the night laugh at him.

"I'm, I'm sorry for what I did. Please, just call the cops." Dan said. He fought against the panicky whine in his voice. Kat snickered and a shiver raced down his back.

"I'm sure I will. Or perhaps your explanation will be so moving I'll simply forget about this and send you on your way home." The woman said.

"Hmm, no. I should walk you home and tell your parents how you came to be on my doorstep. Don't you think, Kat?"

Kat snickered again. Dan shivered. Please just call the police, he thought. The woman stood up, creaking as she did so. Dan suddenly realized what the odd sound was. She wore, he was certain, something made from latex.

"Maybe you should call the police, Diane." Kat said, her voice sputtering laughter. 

"My parents aren't home. They're out of town." Dan said.

"Oh. Well, I guess it's the police then." Diane said.

Dan chewed on his lip and let his head droop. If Diane and Kat pressed charges, he'd spend the rest of the night in a cell. That prospect didn't sicken him as much as the call he would make to his parents. I'm so, so fucked, he thought.

"Wait! I, I swear I'll never do anything like this again. I – I didn't even see anything!" Dan sought for more words, but realized how pointless it all was. Soft pain bit into his knees but Dan dared not shift. 

His heart beat in his ears as he waited for the women to say something. Diane's attire creaked as she paced behind him. After more than a few moments had passed, he felt some measure of hope. His mind grasped onto the fact that police or even parental involvement might make Diane's private life public. 

"How old are you young man?" Diane said at last. She moved directly behind him, the creak of her movements loud in his ears. An odor he couldn't place drifted over his nose.

"Nineteen."

"And your name?" Diane said.

"Dan." 

"So, Dan, is it becoming of a young man to peep through windows? Surely you know such things are not only rude but illegal, as well."

Dan said nothing. He merely stared into his blindfold.

"Do you know what the word trespass means? As well as voyeurism?" Diane said. Her hand fell to his shoulder and she drummed her fingers. Dan flinched.

"I'm sorry about what I did, I swear." He said. He felt feverish and a trickle of sweat slipped down his spine. 

The fingers stopped and Diane moved away. She sighed.

"Does he sound sorry, Kat?" Diane said. Kat snorted.

"He's just sorry he got caught. I'll bet he saw something, too." Kat said. 

Dan let out a breath and shifted on his knees, the biting pain lessening somewhat. The brief hope Diane might let him off with a warning faded fast. Both women were simply playing with him. He'd disrespected their privacy and now they were having fun with him before letting the hammer fall.

"Is this true, Dan? Are you truly sorry for violating the basic rights of another? And, are you being truthful when you say you didn't see anything?" Diane said. She clapped her hands together and Dan jumped. An odd liquid sound flitted about his ears.

"Either way, you still trespassed and invaded my privacy. Possibly ruined our night's fun as well." She said. Dan shrank when she approached and bent down to him. Hair tickled his ear.




Trespass To Punishment



"Were you going to do something to us, Dan? Maybe lose control and force yourself on me and poor little Kat?" 

"No!" Dan said. He screwed his eyes shut and struggled against how the sound of her breath in his ear and the rubbery smell of her affected him. 

"I was just going to – to look and," He let the rest die off.

"To what? Stand on my deck and jerk off?" Diane said. She sighed and stood up. Dan swallowed several times. Kat snickered again.

"No, I was, I heard something and got curious, that's all. Honestly, I know what I did was stupid and I'm really sorry! I'll, I don't know." Dan let his head drop. Fuck it, he thought.

"Well, we do have a problem." Diane said. "I value my privacy and really do not want my habits becoming public knowledge. But, you, young man have committed a rather serious offense." She moved behind him and creaked as she squatted. Dan could feel the warmth of her face near his own. He squirmed.

"Would you, young man, be willing to demonstrate for Kat and I just how sorry you are, and perform a fitting penance?" Diane whispered. 

The sound of her moist lips in his ear sent a fever-filled balloon through his body. He knew Diane must be messing with his head, but his libido didn't. His cock hardened and pushed out against his sweats. He bit his lip and willed his member lay dormant. His body mocked him, however.

"Mmm. It seems you're not only willing but very able, as well." Diane said. She stroked his neck and stood up. 

"Well, Kat, should we let Dan make amends for his transgressions? It might be quite a bit of unexpected fun." Diane said.

"I don't know. He's kind of skinny." Kat said. Diane chuckled.

"Perhaps he's not skinny everywhere, Kat." Diane said. She leaned over and Dan felt the tickle of her hair on the nape of his neck.

"Would you like to show Kat what you're made of, young man?" Diane whispered. She breathed in his ear and Dan quivered.

He swallowed and corralled his thoughts. Any moment Diane and Kat would laugh. Or kick him out the door with a warning. The way Diane rubbed his shoulder, though, suggested Dan would receive something more than a verbal reprimand. He swallowed again and searched for his voice.

"Y-yeah. Yes. I want to show Kat what I'm made of." He said, his breath coming fast. He gasped when he felt the tip of Diane's tongue trace the edge of his ear. 

"Very good. Now, stand up." Diane said. 

Dan got to his feet and took a deep breath. A part of him said this was all craziness. He didn't know these two women, hadn't even seen them. He had heard them, though, and the intensity of Kat's earlier cries suggested a possibility for overwhelming pleasure.

"Take your shoes off." 

Dan did as she instructed. He heard her kick his footwear off to the side. 

"Come this way." Diane turned him away from the couch and guided him to what must be the center of the floor.

"Hmm," Kat said. "He's pretty cute. Aw, his fella wants to come out and play!" Kat laughed. 

"If you'll both excuse me for a moment, I'll fetch the proper tools for our little game." Diane said. She slid a hand over his cock as she walked away and Dan breathed deep. She left the living room. 

"Nervous?" Kat said.

"Kind of. Yeah." Dan said. I'm fucking crazy as well, he thought. Tools? Game? What the hell am I doing? 

"Good. You come harder when you're nervous." She breathed. "Follow the rules, Dan, and we'll all come." 

Dan could hear feverish lust in her voice and his head swam. He still couldn't believe any of this wasn't some joke. That Diane and Kat wouldn't drive him to a frenzy and, so to speak, pull the rug from under him. He grinned. Even if they did just that, it would be the best sexual experience he'd had in months. Maybe ever. Thoughts of Gina, of Jennifer and mindless nights driving around paled before whatever new realm he'd entered.

Diane walked into the living room and set something down. Dan heard what sounded like the latches of a toolbox. He swallowed again and his own arousal wavered as he wondered just what sort of tools Diane planned on using. Kat's earlier cries rang in his ears and Dan's trepidation vanished.

The sound of things metal filled his ears and then Diane stepped in front of him. Something cold and hard caressed his cheek and he flinched. Diane chuckled.

"Don't worry, young man. The only pain you might have is a case of blue balls. Are you particularly fond of this shirt?" Diane said as she grasped the garment's hem.

"No." Dan said.

"Good. Now be still while I remove it."

Dan's stomach quivered as Diane began cutting his shirt up the middle. The slight creak of her garment and the rasp of the scissor blades made for an odd cadence. He lifted his head up and away when the blades reached his collar. 

"There!" Diane said as his shirt opened.

She spread the shirt open with the scissors and needles ran along Dan's scalp when the cool steel brushed his bare chest. He gasped squirmed against the bonds of his wrists when Diane's metallic touch slid down his chest to his stomach.

"You're lean but certainly fit. Do you think he'll have the stamina for some games, Kat?" Diane said.

"Does his tongue have any stamina?" Kat said, and laughed.

"Now now, young lady. Don't get Dan overly excited." Diane said. She slid the scissors into his waistband, the cold sliding down his groin. Dan shivered and curled his toes. He gulped and fought two emotions – fear and an excitement he wasn't sure he'd ever felt.

"Or hopeful, for that matter." Diane said. She pulled the scissors from his pants and stepped away, her second skin creaking as she moved. 

More sounds came from the toolbox. Dan trembled as he wondered what Diane would do next and his mostly erect cock throbbed. He anticipated some touch or other with every sound he heard and reflexively stared into his blindfold, as if sheer effort might turn the thing transparent. The sound of someone, probably Kat, shifting position spawned what was denied his vision. 

The soft creak of Diane's movements approached him. She put her hands on his shoulders and turned him around. A nudge between his shoulder blades sent him a step forward. She nudged and he stepped again, their dance repeating until Dan feared he would smack into a wall. He made a sound when she grasped his ass with both hands and squeezed his rump, hard.

"Now Dan, in spite of your un-neighborly conduct, I'm more than willing to offer a laurel branch of sorts, should you be interested. Do you still wish to play with Kat and I? You're more than free to go." Diane said. 

She kneaded the cheeks of his ass, her fingertips working into the firm shape of his rump until he winced. A far-off voice suggested he should indeed simply go. His body screamed otherwise and another voice, quiet and calm, whispered that playtime with the two women would be an unforgettable experience. A life-changing one at that. 

"Yes." He said after a moment. "I – I want to play." He let his breath out. Diane's fingers slid into the cleft of his ass and he gasped. She laughed.

"And a fine playmate you'll be, I think." She said. Her hands disappeared from his back side.

"First we'll exchange this blindfold for something as effective but more interesting. You will stare straight ahead. If you follow the rules more of your sight will be returned. Yes?" Diane said.

Dan sensed that her hands were paused in midair as she waited for an answer.

"Yes." He said.

The blindfold's grip relaxed and Dan stared at a champagne-hued wall. Something slid over his head and once more his sight disappeared. Diane had put something like a cloth bag on his head. His mouth was left exposed and Dan could well guess why. He felt the strange mask cinch up around his neck and restless energy flowed through him as he thought of what sort of things Diane would have him do.

She spun him around and marched him to what must be the center of the room. He heard Kat make an approving noise. Dan felt his cock thicken as expectation spun carnal scenarios in his head.

"Kat," She said, and Dan realized Diane was rather tall. The center of her voice sounded as if it came from only a couple of inches below his ear.

"Crawl over here and pull Dan's pants down. With your teeth." Diane said, her voice liquid warm against his neck.

The sound of Kat's movements and excited breath grew large as she approached. Dan dug his fingers into his palms and a heavy breath slipped from him when Kat's head bumped his groin. His cock, heavy but not hard instantly grew erect. She moved her head and Dan felt his sweats slip down over his hips. She stopped and readjusted herself, struggling to pull the hem of his pants past his cock. 

His pants slipped past his buttocks and his cock swung free. The sensation of being exposed was electrifying. He couldn't remember when his cock had swollen to such a rigid state. He breathed quickly and trembled with pleasant anxiety.

"Well," Diane said. "Dan is certainly a healthy young man indeed. And his legs aren't the only things that are long. Is he thick enough for you, Kat?" 

"Yeah." Kat breathed. Dan could feel the warmth of her voice on his sensitive flesh. 

Diane moved behind Dan and gripped his waist. Her rubber-clad body pressed against his back and Dan's head spun as he felt the warmth of her. He could feel the weight of her breasts against his back and her hips against his ass. Her hands slid over his stomach and chest, then down along the crest of his hipbones, fingertips sliding towards where his achingly hard cock joined his body.

"Mmm." She crooned against his neck. "Lean and hard everywhere." 

She ran her hands along his hipbones repeatedly, every pass bringing her touch nearer and nearer his cock. Her body moved against his and her warm, moist breath drifted up his neck to his ear. Dan fought against the urge to thrust himself forward, seeking Kat's mouth.

"Kat, use your tongue as a pillow for Dan's weary head. Dan," Diane breathed. Her tongue slid along the side of his neck. "You will remain absolutely still while we see just how much self-control you have." 

Diane broke her grip on his body and Dan nearly stumbled. He blinked and struggled for balance. Diane stepped away and Dan breathed hard, his hands twisting in his bonds. Not in a bid for freedom, but because he felt as if he would scream if he didn't have some outlet for his fevered desire.

"Kat, move yourself into position, and you," Something stiff brushed his chest. "Will keep those hips as they are, yes?" Diane said.

"Yes." Dan said. Oh God yes!

He heard Kat shifting below him and bit his lip when her wet breath slid over the head of his cock. Her wet tongue slipped under the end of his member and Dan dug his toes into the carpet. Neither he nor Kat could be perfectly still and the small movements of her slick tongue incited a wild need.

"Now, there is the matter of your transgression, Dan, and I can think of no better punishment than an old fashioned caning. Can you?" Diane said.

He bit his lip and stared into the black void of his hood, the conflict between pain and pleasure a labyrinth. He had, in a fog of arousal, almost forgotten how serious his trespassing was. The reason for his standing where he did, measured against the feel of Kat's tongue, suggested Diane's punishment would not be mild. That Kat was on her knees, her warm breath sliding over his flesh, suggested pleasures greater than any pain.

"No." He breathed. "A caning is what I need." He closed his eyes.

"Very good. I think nineteen blows will do nicely." Diane said. She stepped closer and Dan swallowed. He clenched his buttocks in anticipation of the first blow. 

"Ah ah! No cheating young man." Diane said and patted his ass. 

"Relax yourself and no flinching into Kat's mouth. Count each strike for me, please." She said.

Dan drew a breath and chewed on his lip as he heard the creak of Diane's rubber skin. He sensed more than heard the cane slide through the air. The cane kissed a cheek and Dan counted the first blow. Diane divided her strikes evenly on his rump, each swing of her instrument spawning a thin line of heat on his flesh.

The liquid warmth of Kat's tongue was its own unique pain. Dan couldn't tell if one ache mitigated or amplified the other and he didn't care. The feel of tongue or cane sent burning needles of pleasure through his body.

"You've barely flinched or made any sound, Dan. Am I being too gentle?" Diane chuckled. The next expected strike, number twelve, hung in the air.

"We've only seven to go. Lucky seven, should you want it so, Dan. Do you?" Diane said. 

Dan licked his lips and wondered what she meant. He thought for only a moment more.

"Yes." He said.

"Very good. Kat, when you hear the cane, suck Dan off. And Dan, you're not allowed to come. Should you reach that point, you will say 'red light'. Ready?"

Diane's words had barely sunk into his head when the next sting fell on his ass and Kat's wet mouth engulfed him. He moaned and his balance wavered as Kat's mouth pulled on the engorged head of his cock. The next strike fell, razor-sharp, but Kat's sucking mouth spawned a different ache that dulled the cane's biting kiss.

The feel of Kat's mouth and the hot sting of Diane's work sent Dan into a hazy realm where one sensation amplified the other. He grunted 'eighteen' and flexed every muscle in his body as he fought against the grip of an orgasm. The phrase Diane had given him faltered on his tongue. Only one strike remained and Dan screwed his eyes shut. He would not be a slave of his libido's greed.

"Nineteen!" He grunted through clenched teeth. 

Kat's mouth pulled away from his cock and for several moments Dan trembled as he wrestled with the need for release. A thread of semen spilled from him. Finally, the urge retreated and Dan drew a deep breath. He rolled his head and shoulders back, an odd feeling of triumph possessing him. Diane leaned close to him and slid her hand down his back.

"Good boy." She breathed in his ear. Dan groaned as his body responded to the liquid warmth in her voice. Her hand moved down and over his ass. She squeezed.

"Now, Kat will salve your wounds. Kat," Diane said as she turned Dan around. 

"Crawl and give Dan a healing kiss." Diane said.

Dan heard the shuffle of Kat's knees and her excited breath. He realized that her hands must be bound as his were. Diane stepped away and Dan felt Kat's breath on his ass. A surprised sound leapt from his throat when he felt her wet tongue caress a cheek. He'd suspected his "healing kiss" would be as such, but the feel of Kat's action still surprised him.

"Kiss him well, Kat. His rump is almost as red as his cock." Diane said. Dan could hear her rummage in the toolbox. Kat continued with her healing touch and Dan wondered if the next game would be as maddening as his caning.

The sound of Diane's creaking suit loomed from behind and Dan made a noise when he felt Kat's face shoved against his ass.

"One last healing kiss, little kitten." Diane said. 

Kat's tongue slid up the length of his crack and Dan shuddered against the odd but arousing sensation. Oh my God, he thought. Visions and expected sensations moved through his head of what Diane would demand of him and Kat. Before the night was over, Dan suspected he would be well-versed in carnal techniques foreign to him.

"Good kitty. Would you like to play swordfish?" Diane said. Kat gasped and Dan figured this new game was a favorite of his fellow slave. He heard Diane do something for a few moments and then a soft sound from Kat.

"Alright then. Coffee table. All fours!" Diane said. 

Kat shuffled away and Dan hoped he was the swordfish. Diane, without a word, turned him around. He heard something bump against her body and a strong odor of rubber filled his nostrils.

"Open your mouth." She said. 

Dan faltered only a moment before obeying her command. He moaned with surprise as something thick and smooth slid into his mouth. Its size and taste summoned a fair amount of saliva. 

"Hmm, it's always nice to see a handsome young man suck on my cock." Diane said with a hint of deep throated laughter. 

Dan stared wide-eyed into his hood as he realized Diane had shoved a dildo into his mouth. A dildo that held the faint taste of, no doubt, Kat. She pulled the thing from his mouth and Dan considered if he was up to Diane's increasingly perverse play. The memory of Kat's tongue and the way the caning had amplified his senses said yes.

"Does my handsome young swordfish want to go home now?" Diane said. Dan shook his head.

"Good, because your penance is not yet complete, and poor little Kat still needs to come. Firstly, though, I will audition you and ensure you are worthy of the job. On your knees." She said.

Dan descended to the floor. Thoughts of Kat with her ass in the air and his audition banished his vague fears. On the floor with his knees apart, Dan felt energized and ready. His cock, half-limp, thickened and stretched out before him, eager for the buttery grip of a woman.

Diane, from the sounds Dan heard, did something with the outfit she wore. He heard the sound of snap-buttons and rubber stretching against itself. Her steps moved a few feet to his left and she clapped her hands twice.

"Crawl to me Dan!" She said.

He moved, his knees grinding into the carpet as he sought the woman who owned his libido. The smell and, Dan would swear, heat of her body guided his journey across the living room floor. He moved until she grasped his head in both hands. Dan had only a moment before Diane pulled his head downward. He leaned forward and sensed her thighs on either side of his head.

"Stick your tongue out and lick." Diane said, her voice whiskey-thick above him.

Dan pushed his tongue out and Diane pulled his head forward, his cloth-garbed face wedged between rubber-wrapped thighs. His tongue found not the wet, silken flesh of her pussy, but soft, warm rubber. He pushed with the tip of his tongue and felt the soft contours of her sex. A thin layer of rubber separated her from his tongue. As he licked, the bouquet of her arousal mingled with the heavier smell of her artificial skin. 

Diane's grip on his head tightened and she shifted her hips as he pleasured her. Her gloved fingertips caressed his scalp and her every breath became deeper and rough. Suppressed moans drifted above his head as Dan licked, the now heavier smell of her sex and the way her rubber-clad flesh felt under his tongue maddening his own arousal. She moaned louder and bucked against his face. Dan, now rock hard and desperate for the feel of slick, tight flesh, pushed his tongue deeper into the folds of her pussy. 

She grunted and shook. Dan grinned as he licked, feeling a smug sense of power. She pulled his head from between her thighs and pushed him back up into a kneeling position. She caught her breath and not so gently caressed his head. A single, guttural laugh came from her.

"Naughty little Dan. Or should I say not so little. Hoping to make me beg for dick? Stand up!" She said.

"Make him fuck me, Diane!" Kat said. Dan's cock throbbed at the rough desperation in her voice. 

He stood. Diane moved forward and took hold of his member. Dan flinched as both wariness and eagerness shot through him. He felt a string cinch around his cock, just behind the head. His breath froze in his chest and his member softened as Diane tightened this new bond. He winced and breathed fast as the string gripped delicate skin.

"Not too loose, is it?" Diane said, her voice lyrical.

"N-no." Dan said. 

She tugged on the string and Dan gasped. Diane laughed and tugged repeatedly. The sensation, at first uncomfortable, soon became pleasurable and Dan's cock swelled almost painfully. He breathed fast as Diane continued her tugs. A glimmer of orgasm filled the head of his member. 




Trespass To Punishment



"Mmm, you like playing dog walker, eh?" Diane said. She stood up. "On your knees, little dog."

Dan once more returned to the floor. Diane tugged rhythmically and Dan twisted his hands in his bonds. The head of his cock felt bloated with the need for a firm, wet grip. The sound of Kat breathing fast and shifting on the table was a beacon for the young man. 

"Now, we'll play doggy walk over to Kat, and then we'll see how agile your head is. Come along!" Diane said and tugged hard on Dan's leash. He grunted and eagerly shuffled after her. Dan moved as quickly as he could, eager to play with Kat. An image of the young woman, round, pale ass in the air and blond head writhing possessed him. After several moments, he wondered why he hadn't reached her. Then he realized Diane had led him in a circle.

"Stop, doggy." Diane said. The pull on his cock relaxed as Diane stepped behind him, the creak of her second skin soothing and exciting all at once. She undid the drawstring at the back of his neck and then pulled the mask up to his eyes.

"Because you have been such a good boy, Dan, you will now have some semblance of your vision returned. Keep your head and eyes straight, yes?" She said.

"Yes." Dan said. 

Diane pulled the hood off and blinked against the expected glare. He stared instead at a softly lit corner of the room. A moment later he felt another hood sliding over his head. The new hood was a twin of the other, though softer and lighter. It slid down over his face and his vision became diffused rather than blocked. 

"Turn around, Dan." Diane said. 

She gave his ass a good smack. Dan shuffled around, eager to see his playmates. The sheer weight of his new hood cast the room in a slick, heavy fog. Diane stepped a few feet in front of him. He pulled his head back and looked her figure up and down. She seemed rather tall and her dark cat suit revealed a figure neither lean nor curvy, though her hips and thighs suggested a more than modest strength. Her face was rather soft, pale and framed by black hair cut into a bob. 

Across the room he saw Kat on all fours atop the coffee table. She was not as Dan had imagined. His eyes filled with the sight of a lean woman with liquid-smooth caramel skin and what seemed a polite mass of auburn curls. He ran his gaze along her body, the sight of her firm, round ass making him prickly hot.

Kat rocked back and forth, her back rising and falling as she breathed. She turned her head and her dark eyes glistened. A wet tongue slid between full lips and she grinned.

"I want his cock, Diane." Kat said. Dan hardened almost painfully and squirmed where he knelt. 

The dark shaped of Diane's mouth stretched into a grin and she tugged his cock-leash.

"Well," She said, her head nodding downward. "You certainly are happy to have your sight returned." Diane said. She looked over her shoulder at Kat.

"Let's see if your sense of taste brings you as much joy."

Diane tugged and Dan followed, breathing fast as he watched the rolling movement of Diane's ass. His knees devoured the distance between him and Kat and he breathed hard as the sight of her body solidified the nearer to her he came. Her brown skin looked as if might melt under his tongue. The firm contours of her body told Dan she couldn't be much older than him. He quivered as he thought of taking her from behind, the firm weight of her small breasts filling his hands. 

Diane tugged and led Dan behind Kat. Her glossy brown rump filled his vision. His head swam with the sight of her offered up as she was. He breathed hard as his eyes found the bare, plump lips of her pussy. What Diane had said about his sense of taste went through his head. He ran his tongue over his lips and wanted to plunge his cock into Kat's firm little body.

"Do you still need to come, little kitten?" Diane said. She slapped and grasped Kat's ass.

"Yes." Kat gasped. Diane worked her gloved fingers into Kat's rump and tugged on Dan's leash. He quivered as the head of his cock screamed for the touch of slick, feminine warmth. 

"Dan, you will lick Kat and stop only when she says "red light". You will start again when she says "green light". Kat, you will not cheat." Diane said.

Diane's hand moved from Kat's ass to the back of Dan's head. She pulled and he bent forward, the heat and smell of Kat's arousal engulfing his senses. He shoved his face against the warm mass of her rump and stuck out his tongue. 

Her wet flesh had a rich, high taste. The smell of her arousal filled his nostrils and Dan worked his tongue deeper into the folds of her feverish sex. Within moments the juices of her lust and his saliva dripped from his chin. He circled the tight little mouth of her pussy, the sound of Kat's moans and the way she squirmed against him goading Dan to more frenzied effort.

Her fast breathing became thin moans and she shoved herself against Dan's face. He licked her pussy with firm strokes, caressing her clitoris with the flat of his tongue. His back and neck cramped but he ignored the ache. The feel of her sex on his tongue and the way she moved under his touch sired an ethereal pleasure in Dan. Licking a woman was not new to him, but he had never before felt such complete pleasure in this particular act.

He heard Diane step around the coffee table, vaguely aware she had dropped something onto the couch. Once more, he felt a pleasurable tug on his cock as he licked Kat. The repetitive tugs fueled an unbearable need in Dan. Within the blink of an eye grew a hope Diane would command him to fuck his fellow playmate. 

Kat's moans had grown to grunts and wails as she moved against his mouth. A whimper of pleasure slipped from her and she smacked the table with her hand.

"Red, red light!" She moaned.

Dan pulled his head away and pulled himself upright. He gazed at the glistening cleft of Kat's pussy. She moaned and quivered, the muscles of her back working as she struggled with the need for orgasmic release. Sweat tickled his lean body. The heavy need for Kat's slick pussy was the greater sensation, though. One that made him shake with desire and hope.

"Stand, Dan." Diane said. 

He stood and looked down at Kat, the taper of her waist and flare of her hips heightening his lust. Her head was bowed and she breathed hard. Diane twined her fingers into Kat's reddish curls. 

"Is the intersection almost clear, pet?" Diane said. She laughed softly when Kat whimpered. Diane looked at Dan, her veiled features glowing with merriment. 

She tugged on his leash until he was forced to step forward. Nearer to Kat he moved, Diane's tugs guiding his cock to within inches of Kat's pussy. Please, oh God please, he thought, his eyes fixed on Kat's ass. Dan shook with the unbearable need to slide himself into Kat. 

"Green light." Kat said.

Dan nearly thrust himself forward but restrained himself. The game's rules made him a puppet who could act only on Diane's word. As much as Kat might want relief from her carnal torment, Dan wasn't sure how she'd react to any violation of the game's rules. 

"Now, Dan." Diane said. She wore what Dan would swear was a smirk.

"Very gently and slowly insert the tip of your penis into Kat's little pussy. Just the tip." Diane said.

Dan trembled as he bent his knees and moved his hips towards Kat. Sweat coated his brow as he stared down at his cock, only a whisper away from the slick cleft of Kat's sex. He groaned when he pushed his hips and felt wet, buttery heat slip around the tip of his cock. A long, silken breath slipped from Kat. She writhed and Dan bent double as the liquid heat of her pussy slipped over the head of his cock.

"Ah, ah!" Diane said as she struck Kat's ass with a thin wand. Kat gasped and her head dropped.

"Be still. Both of you!" Diane said. She drew the wand along Kat's spine to the cleft of her ass. 

"Kat, you will move yourself back and forth as I count to thirty. You will engulf the head of Dan's cock only and not before the end of the count. Do you understand, young lady?" Diane said. Kat whimpered her assent.

"Dan," Diane said, fixing him with a sober gaze. "You will remain absolutely still. You will also say "red light" should you begin to come."

Dan breathed deep and could do little more than nod his head. His cock already anticipated the feel of Kat and the shadow of an orgasm embraced his body. He breathed deeper and curled his toes.

"Ready?" Diane said. "Begin!" 

She struck Kat's ass with the wand and Dan's squirming playmate eased herself back. Diane began her count from one, Dan shifted his hips, lining his achingly stiff member up with the juicy cleft of Kat's pussy. He tensed when the soft warmth of her slipped over his member. Kat moaned and ever so slowly pushed backwards to the beat of Diane's count.

Dan rolled his head back and grimaced as more of his cockhead disappeared into Kat. The sound of her breathing and the slick heat of her grip overwhelmed his senses. Diane reached twenty-three in her count and Dan shivered as he fought the rising tide of an orgasm. 

He opened his mouth, the phrase that would end the torture welling up in his throat falling when he heard Diane count twenty-eight. His stomach muscles tensed and bucked as he reached his threshold and he forced his hips to stay as they were. Diane's game was, he now knew, a bizzare punishment and lesson. A hint of semen spilled from his cock and his leg shook as he suffered through the last two beats of Diane's count.

"Thirty!" Diane said. She struck Kat with the wand and the young woman pulled herself forward with a heavy groan.

Dan sat back on his heels and bowed his head, his eyes squeezed shut. The tempest of his burgeoning orgasm began a retreat and he breathed easier, his thighs quivering. 

"Kat, I do hope you will not be disappointed if we skip swordfish tonight." Diane said. Kat vocalized her displeasure.

"Not to worry. Our uninvited guest has inspired an interesting and, I believe, quite satisfying idea." Diane said. 

"Dan, crawl to your right, please." 

Dan did so, moving toward the center of the living room. He glanced at the French doors on his left and wondered how long ago he had passed through them. Another lifetime ago, it seemed.

The creak of Diane's movement passed by Dan's head and he watched as she stepped to a grayish box sitting on the floor. A toolbox, as he'd thought. She crouched and Dan ran his eyes over the shiny, dark form of her. The round shape of her ass caught the light and Dan felt prickly heat dance across his shoulders and chest. 

She rummaged in the box and when she stood and turned, Dan shivered. She stepped toward him and Dan felt a chill until his fogged vision could see she held a belt in her hand and not a whip.

"Hurry!" Kat said. 

He then thought of how a belt might be used and swallowed. His punishment, it seemed, was about to become very interesting, as Diane had said. Dan remembered the cane and hoped satisfaction would be his as well.

"Stand." Diane said. Dan struggled to his feet, his legs shaking. 

She turned him around and he felt her pull on the binds around his wrists. A devilish thought swam up from some dark pool in his mind. Maybe she would have him spank Kat. He imagined her cry and writhe as he kissed her ass with black leather, spanking her until she came.

"When I undo your bonds, you will hold your arms straight out to the side." Diane said. He felt a tug and the bonds relaxed. Diane pulled them away and Dan stretched his arms out, rolling his shoulders against a cramp.

She leaned into his back and brought her arms around his waist. He felt the leather against his stomach tighten as she secured the belt around him.

"Lie down on the floor and put your arms at your sides." Diane said. Dan dropped to the floor, wondering what purpose the belt could serve. He stretched himself out and felt the carpet scratch against his sweaty skin. His cock, somewhat limp and heavy with deferred release, lazed back against his abdomen. 

"Kat, did you ever slide down a banister?" Diane said.

She squatted on his thighs. He looked up at her and the lengths of rope in her hands. The weight of her warm ass on his legs made his cock twitch.

"No. We didn't have stairs." Kat said.

"Poor thing. It's great fun, and this banister will be the funnest of all!" Diane said.

Dan learned what the belt was for when Diane secured his wrists to it. He looked up at her, his queen now that he was once more restrained. She placed her hands on his chest and slid them down to either side of his now erect cock. 

"I'm glad you haven't lost interest yet, young man." She said. 

She moved her ass down his legs and bent herself forward until her face was no more than half-a-foot from his cock. He gasped and squirmed when her warm breath drifted over the length of his keenly sensitive member. 

He felt a touch on the underside of his cock and craned his head down the length of his body, hoping he would see Diane's mouth opening. She lifted her head and Dan could just see glinting strand of saliva. 

"Are you ready to ride the banister, Kat?" Diane said. 

Her finger caressed the underside of his cock, the touch agonizingly pleasant. She spread her saliva along the length of him and Dan shivered when her fingertip lingered at the rim of his glans. She caressed him faster and Dan tensed as the sensation shifted between ache and pleasure. 

Diane ceased her touch when Dan moaned and bucked. She pulled herself upright and gripped his thighs, almost painfully. He looked at her and the shadowy smile she wore. Her fingers massaged his thighs rather roughly.

"Well, my handsome young banister. Are you ready to prove your worth?" She said. Dan nodded.

"Yes." He breathed.

Diane rose from him, the warm creak of her suit sending a tingle along his spine. He watched as she moved to where Kat, still on all fours, waited patiently. Diane moved to the opposite side of her young plaything and caressed Kat's rump. 

Kat lifted her head and cooed. Then she gasped when Diane fingered her pussy. Kat writhed on her elbows and knees, moaning as Diane vigorously worked her finger. 

Diane grabbed a handful of Kat's hair with her other hand and goaded Kat off the table. Dan's lust ascended rapidly as he saw his playmate stand. She was a glossy, brown sliver of a moderately tall young woman with a fine-featured face and small, high breasts. 

Dan's head throbbed as he thought of how her dark, flat nipples would feel under his tongue and between his lips. He swept his eyes down to the jut of her hip bones and further down still to the hairless flesh of her sex. He saw a vision of her bare pussy lips opening as she slid down the length of his cock.

Kat looked at him and Dan could see her face burn with a need as great or even greater than his own. She bit her lip and rocked her hips back and forth.

"Before we play banister, Kat, I must ensure you have no means to violate the rules." Diane said. 

She pulled Kat's arms behind her and used a length of rope to bind her wrists. Kat seemed oblivious to the action, her lusty gaze fixed on Dan's body. 

Her wrists bound, Kat's breathing and rocking increased. Dan could swear her dark eyes glowed brighter in anticipation of the game. Diane stepped behind Kat and pushed her forward until Kat stood at Dan's feet. 

"The rules are simple – you will slide along the length of Dan's cock until you come. If Dan can maintain what has, so far, been an admirable display of self-control." Diane said. She kneaded Kat's shoulders and placed her chin in the crook of her neck.

"You may only slide, however. Dan's member must remain outside of that tight little pussy." Diane said, her hands caressing Kat's hips and thighs.

"Is the light green, little kitty?" Diane said. Kat breathed her affirmation and Diane stood up straight.

"Good. Move your feet apart, pet." Diane said.

Kat did so, twisting her feet until she was an inverted 'Y'. Dan felt a wave of heat as he saw the glistening cleft of her pussy revealed. Kat breathed harder and chewed on her lip.

Diane crouched and slid her hand up along Kat's inner thigh, then extended a middle finger that slipped into the young woman's pussy. Kat tossed her head, moaning as she rode Diane's finger and the sound of soapy hands slipping together filled the room. 

"Ready to ride the banister, all the way to the bottom?" Diane said. She withdrew her finger from Kat and stood upright. 

"Yes!" Kat said, her pert breasts rising and falling as she breathed. 

"Then move to top of the stairs." Diane said.

Kat fell to her knees as much as moved to them. She scooched herself eagerly towards Dan's cock. Dan balled his hands and drew a deep breath as he looked at Kat. The scent of her filled his nostrils and the sight of her tensed body filled his eyes. His cock ached and he knew he wouldn't last long at the game.

"Wait a moment, Kat." Diane said. Kat nearly growled with frustration. She rocked back and forth and pulled at her lips with her teeth. 

Diane grabbed Dan's legs. He felt her wrap his legs in rope at the ankles and just above the knees. Bound, immobilized and with Kat straddling him, Dan felt his lust grow even keener. His cock swelled until he thought it would literally burst. The only relief, he knew, would be Kat's slick flesh engulfing him. He breathed hard and twisted his body, desperate for the feel of her.

Diane crouched near his side, a bottle in her hand. She laid a generous thread of lube along Dan's cock and stood up. 

"Hop on the banister, Kat!" Diane said.

Kat moved forward and pressed herself onto Dan. The sudden weight of her body as much as her soft warmth made him exhale and gasp. He closed his eyes and ground his head into the floor, struggling against the orgasm he could already feel building. Kat shifted her hips until the length of his cock wedged between the lips of her wet pussy. 

With no subtlety at all, Kat pushed her hips back and forth, her breath fast. Dan curled his toes and felt the rope bite into his wrists as his body tensed against the onslaught of carnal pleasure. The flesh of Kat's pussy felt fever-hot and her juices were as if heat itself had become liquid. 

"Careful Kat. Sliding too fast and too hard might bring the stairs down." Diane said. 

Dan barely heard her. Kat as well seemed oblivious to Diane's warning. She slid her pussy with desperate vigor against him, crying out as she chased the orgasmic relief denied her the entire night. 

Nearly every muscle in Dan's body tensed and shook as he suffered under Kat's furious work. He wanted to let go and come but doing so would be the end of Kat's liquid heat. The end of the game, as well. As bizarre as it all was, Dan felt a satisfaction he would never have imagined outside of penetration and orgasm. He grunted and fought against the urge to come. 

"Are you almost at the bottom of the stairs, Kat. I'd hurry. Your banister is starting to shake a little too much." Diane said. 

She chuckled and Dan felt a resolve burn in him. He would show her he wasn't weak. He would remain as he was and be the instrument for Kat's pleasure. Though he couldn't move his body, his will was not so bound. He would ride the crest of his own pleasure and deny its merciless demand he submit to it.

He opened his eyes and craned his head. Kat was bent nearly double as she rode him, her mouth open and eyes closed. Her skin was glossed with sweat and the contours of her flat stomach writhed as she exerted herself. 

Dan's own flesh was now coated with sweat as the effort of resisting taxed him. The keen ache of a rising orgasm filled the mass of his cock and every move Kat now made swept Dan's body with countless needles of pleasure. 

He groaned and threw his head back. Kat drew herself upright as she moved faster, the wet sounds of her pussy filling Dan's ears. She threw her head back and let loose a harsh wail he barely heard. 




Trespass



But he had fooled her again; he had only used her to lubricate his cock. In a swift move, he pulled out and positioned himself at her asshole. Dazed with pleasure and need, she couldn't understand what he was doing. He quickly enlightened her by thrusting his cock in hard. Her scream split the air, her body tensed with shock and pain. But it was too late, he'd managed to get his cock head inside her anal passage. 

He groaned, she was so fucking tight and hot. He held her ass cheeks apart and looked down, watching as the rest of his length began to bury itself inside her. He saw her tight hole stretch, and he kept pushing relentlessly, over her protesting cries until he was balls deep inside of her.

Her initial screams died down to soft sobs. She was fully impaled on his shaft. She felt him throbbing inside her. She hurt, but her pussy was still tingling with need. She shuddered when he leaned over her and whispered, "You're my cunt, and I can do whatever I want to you." 

He slowly pulled his cock back, making her squeal again, then re-buried himself in deep, sheathing his thickness inside her. He started out slowly, enjoying the friction, the give of her flesh, the narrowness squeezing his cock. Then began to move faster, pumping harder, as pleasure overtook him. 

He realized that she wasn't crying anymore. Instead, soft little grunts escaped her each time he bottomed out. To check his suspicions, he slid his hand over her pussy, and felt her juices drip onto his palm.

"Fucking slut...fucking ass whore...greedy little cunt...you like this!"

She couldn't deny it, the pain had gone. And now all she wanted was pleasure. She needed to cum so desperately, after being denied for so long. 

He started pumping harder, his hand rubbing at her fleshy mound, making her groan each time he flattened her clit. He pinched the swollen button and felt her buck against him. It was his turn to groan; he played with her clit so that she would ride his cock. He looked down, between them and saw her ass thrusting back to meet his cock. He began fucking her harder. Her breasts were bouncing again, her hips gyrating, her cries throaty with need and pure lust. 

She started crying out, barely aware of what she was saying, "fuck your cunt...fuck my ass...fuck your whore...use me...oh god keep shoving your cock into my ass....FUCK MY ASS!"

He reached for the massive dildo, she was lost in the sensations, she didn't notice. He placed it at the entrance to her cunt and shoved it in hard. At the same time, he shoved his cock deep into her bowels.

She screamed and suddenly orgasmed, her body bucking and thrashing, cunt and ass gripping the fake and real cocks. Her body writhed, and he started spanking her ass, yelling at her "Fucking slut...who said you could cum?" 

She was overwhelmed by the sensations and began crying again, her body still arching and trembling, aftershocks of pleasure wracking her body.

He continued yelling at her, "cock-hungry whore...fucking bitch...just a toy for me to use and fuck aren't you? All your holes are mine to fill...I can do what I want, and what will you do? You'll just cum hard!" 

He thrust harder, spanking her more wildly, keeping the dildo in her cunt to add to the tightness of her ass. He pumped faster as his own pleasure built, the aftershocks of her orgasm still milking his cock. With a loud shout, he ejaculated, filling her ass with his cum, before he pulled out and sprayed the rest of it on her body. 

He walked over to her front, and let the of his cum spurt onto her face and hair. She sagged against the restraints, her body throbbing, the dildo still lodged in her body.

He cupped her chin and made her look at him. Her eyes were dark, he could see how exhausted and overwhelmed she was. He smiled, and let go. He pulled up his trousers, and adjusted his clothing. As he turned away, she said, quietly, "please...will you let me go now?" 

Without looking back at her, he simply said, "Who says we're done yet?"



Trespasser



I have been experimenting with some new grasses. I have one field dedicated to this. Some of the grasses are a little delicate in the earlier stages and I have the field posted to prevent people walking all over it. The delicate ones will probably fall by the wayside, as you need a certain amount of robustness, but a couple of them will make nice ornamental grasses for special areas.

So here I have this nice big field covered in various shades of green. Posted prominently on all four sides of the field are big signs saying keep off, no trespassing. As well as the nice field and the four big signs I also had this nice little bevy of young ladies having a picnic in the middle of the field, trampling over my young plants, scattering who knows what amongst them.

I strolled over to the women, and stood looking down at them. They didn't even bother to stand when I came up, just continuing to relax and enjoy their picnic.

"Afternoon," I said grumpily. You will notice I specifically refrained from wishing them a good afternoon. 

One of the women smiled and wished me a good afternoon. The other two ignored me.

"May I ask if you ladies noticed the signs scattered around this field?" I asked. "Assuming that's your car over there, you'll have noticed one right next to where you're parked."

"So what?" asked one of the women. "We're not hurting anything. Some grump doesn't want people mucking around on his field. Big deal. It's not as though there are any animals for us to frighten."

"Well, I'm the grump and I want you off my land. Now or sooner. You may not be scaring any animals but you're interfering with my grasses and damaging them. People generally have reasons for putting up no trespassing signs. Polite people obey them."

"Oh, gee, we're walking on your grass. How terrible. What will we do? Let's all hang our heads in shame." 

Sarcastic bitch.

"Do you know anything about the cultivation of new breeds of hybrid grasses?" I asked. "The reason I ask is because that's what you're currently damaging. There's a lot of work in this field, even if you are too ignorant to understand it. Pack your stuff and move along, please.""

"OK. You've made your point. We'll finish our lunch and then we'll be gone. Geez, get a grip on yourself."

"Apparently I haven't made my point," I retorted. "You have the sequence wrong. It's a case of be gone and then finish your lunch, somewhere else."

"Do you have any objection to us having a picnic in the next field?" the sarcastic woman asked, glaring at me.

"I don't. I don't own that field. The cows might but that's your problem, not mine. Oh, and if bull is loose he'll most definitely object but, again, that will be your problem."

The three young ladies turned to look at the next field and at just that moment the bull came trotting along beside the fence. He was a very large bull. There was a general shaking of heads when they saw him.

"Ah, if it's all the same, we'll stay here," said one girl nervously, watching the bull.

Just how thick could you get? Very, it seems, if you're female. 

"It is NOT all the same," I stated forcefully. "The longer you stay here the more damage you do. I want you out and I want you out now."

"OK. So you've said. We'll leave in a few moments. No need to rush us. The grass will still be here when we leave. We promise not to steal any of it."

That was Miss Sarcastic sounding off again.

"I can't believe you're as stupid as you're trying to pretend," I told her. "I must assume that you're stalling because you want something."

I looked her up and down, stripping her with my eyes, letting her see I was doing it.

"I bet you're after some wild, no holds barred, sex with a hick farmer," I said while a nasty smile. "If you're still here in five minutes I'll give it to you. I guess it might be worth the damage to the grass."

The three of them looked slightly appalled.

"You wouldn't dare," gasped Miss Sarcastic. "We'd have you arrested if you try to lay one finger on us."

"It's not a finger I'll be laying," I said with crude innuendo. "I'm taking remaining here as permission and I'm letting you know that I'm taking it as permission."

"You're bluffing," came the disgusted reply. "No way would you dare. We'll leave when we're good and ready."

I shrugged. She wanted proof, I'd give her proof. I took a step to where Miss Sarcastic was sitting and pushed her back so she was lying down. Before she could sit back up again I had flicked her dress up and pulled her panties down and off. I stood up and stuffed them in my pocket.

"You're showing yourself," I pointed out to the scandalized woman. "Straighten your skirt."

Hoo, boy. They were all on their feet, yelling at me.

"We'll have you arrested for that," one of the girls hissed.

"Ah, ladies, who do you think the police are going to believe? A well known local farmer who requested trespasses to vacate after they ignored a posted sign or three young women who are making up stories so they won't be charged with trespass?"

Finally they started gathering up their things and moving off. When they picked up the blanket they'd laid down for a table I mourned for my young grass. I also decided that this particular type was just a little too sensitive to be a commercial success.  

As they started to cart their things away Miss Sarcastic stopped, turned to me, and snapped her fingers, holding out her hand. I looked dumb.

"My panties," she hissed.

"Spoils of war," I returned. "Have fun and watch out for any breezes."

She stormed off and the young ladies departed, leaving me to assess the damage. As far as I was concerned that was the end of it. I strongly doubted that they'd go anywhere near the police. They'd been in the wrong and they knew it, and it would be too embarrassing to mention the panties.

I went about my work and forgot all about the incident. I was reminded off it a few days later. I was at home, relaxing, when there was a knock on the door. Answering, I was surprised to find Miss Sarcastic standing there.

"Good afternoon," she said. "Um, I'm sorry for bothering you but I felt I should come and apologise for our behaviour the other day."

That struck me as out of character. I'd have expected a 'fuck-you' letter as being more probable than an apology. However, I can be as civil and polite as the next man. I invited her in and we moved into the front room.

"I'm Ron Harcourt," I said.

"I know," she muttered. "Um, I'm Sylvia."

She followed that up with a fumbling apology. An apology that lacked sincerity and that I didn't believe for one second. She beat about the bush for a few more moments and then she came to the crux of the matter. She wanted her panties back.

I still didn't believe her. She seemed to be flailing about mentally, not knowing what she wanted. I decided that I knew.

"Bull," I said. "That comment about me raping you followed by the removal of your panties has got to you. You've come here to see if I really would rape you."

She was off the couch she was sitting on in a flash, her face red. 

"You've got a nerve. What the hell do you think I am," she shrieked.

"Curious," I snapped.

I also stood up and was reaching for her before she could move. I grabbed her arm and spun her around and pushed her forward so she was suddenly leaning over the arm of the couch. For the second time in a matter of days I was removing her panties. This time I didn't step back.

I started rubbing her pussy, stirring her up. I could feel her heat, and worked hard at increasing it. She was squirming and protesting, but she wasn't exactly struggling too hard. When I stopped rubbing her and unzipped, loudly, she stiffened. 

I had a nice erection and slipped it between her legs, rubbing it against her mound. She was moaning and whining, shaking her head, saying she wasn't here for this. She was making all the right sounds for a woman who didn't want sex, but she was still not trying to struggle.

I eased her lips apart a little and slipped the tip of my cock into her, pushing slightly. 

"No," she wailed, while I pressed slowly forward.

She was ready for me. I slipped easily down her passage, while she wailed and protested and pushed back against me. Comfortably positioned, I started taking her, starting slowly but building up to a firm and confident stroke. She was gasping and pushing back against me, and it wasn't long before we had a nice little rhythm going. 

I pulled out.

"Strip," I told her.

"What? I will not," she gasped. 

My hand came around and firmly landed on her bottom. She gave a shriek and I gave her another spank.

"What did I tell you to do?" I demanded.

"Strip," she said in a quavering voice.

"Then why aren't you doing so?" I demanded, my hand landing on her bottom again.

She squealed and started stripping. I was amused to notice that her bra matched the panties that I'd removed. As soon as she was naked I pointed at the floor.

"On your hands and knees and make sure your bottom is nice and high," I commanded and she hastily scrambled into position.

"Now ask me to continue."

"I will not," she flatly stated. "You can't make me."

It turned out that I could. Three hard spanks and she changed her mind.

"That's enough. Please, continue with what you were doing."

Not exactly a gracious request but still a request. I settled down behind her, lined up and drove firmly into her. She, I noted, pushed just as firmly back against me, taking me deep. 

This time we were into a nice rhythm almost from the word go. She knew what I was going to do and I knew how she reacted to me. This time I also had my hands on her breasts, rubbing them and teasing her nipples. She was almost purring as we came together, her arousal complete, and she was moving smoothly under me. 

Once again I was enjoying myself immensely and she didn't seem to have any more complaints. I drove into her hard and fast, and her enjoyment was plain. She was building up to a high point, a climax was hovering close and she was willingly working towards it. 

I was taking her hard, feeling her bounce eagerly beneath me, ready for the grand finale, so I withdrew.

She was shattered, all, "What? What? What?"

I pulled her to her feet, pushing her back up against the arm of the couch. Her legs were nicely parted and she was looking at my cock, hovering near her. She was pleading for me to finish it, and I moved closer, driving forward fiercely.

Her legs came up and closed around me, her bottom resting on the arm of the couch. I drove in hard once more, hands on her breasts, the pair of us hitting our rhythm almost immediately. Not that we were in that rhythm for very long. She was too close to the edge, as was I, and we both tumbled over the edge, enjoying our own climaxes, our releases washing us away.

"I'm disappointed in you, Sylvia," I announced, looking down at where she was slumped on the couch.

"What? Why? What did I do?" she demanded. "You jumped me."

"You didn't obey me when I told you what to do," I pointed out. "Twice I had to smack your tail to get you moving. That's not good enough. I think tomorrow I'll give you a proper spanking before the sex, just as a reminder for you to do as you're told."

"What do you mean, tomorrow?" she demanded.

"Just that," I said. "I expect you back here tomorrow at the same time. Don't be late."

She dressed, protesting that she had not come here to be treated like this. I let it go. She was going to be back tomorrow and we both knew it. I don't know how long this little affair would last but it would be interesting while it did.



Trespassers



It was a cool autumn afternoon when I arrived at the warehouse. In Austin Texas, "cool" means the low 70's, which truly was a welcome relief from the previous month's high 90's. I glanced at the sign on the gate reading "Guard Dog On Duty" as I unfastened the padlock. As I drove inside and relocked the gate, I thought about our guard dog. It was probably the world's most quiet, docile and non-threatening guard dog. In fact, it could almost be considered non-existent. As usual, I put my car out of the sun in the small warehouse behind the main building. 

I was helping friends remodel the old warehouse into a gay bath. Since I have a day job, I was working mainly on weekends and occasional nights. On this particular Sunday, I was painting in the basement. It was quiet, except for an occasional creak from the old structure. Most of the other workers like the radio blasting. I prefer silence.

After a couple hours of painting, I decided to take a break. When I reached the top of the new back stairs by the loading dock, I heard muffled sounds coming from the old offices in the front of the building. No one else was supposed to be in the building. I slipped across the darkened gym floor. The heavily reinforced floor didn't creak under my weight, but I had to be careful to avoid tripping over the stacks of construction materials stored in the area. 

We'd installed a toilet and sink in the closet at the back of the owner's old office and put a door from the gym into the new bathroom. I slipped into the bathroom and looked out from the darkness into the office, which was brightly illuminated by sliding glass doors on two walls.

Most of the space in the room was taken up by rolls of insulation and stacks of acoustic ceiling tile. The only furniture was a double mattress and box spring left by a previous tenant. A girl was lying on her back on the bed with her legs spread. A boy was on top of her. Both were naked. 

All I could see clearly from the bathroom was the boy's muscular brown back and the girl's creamy white thighs, but it was easy to tell that they were French kissing. As I watched, he moved his head down over her chest and started licking her tits. 

My cock sprang to attention as I unzipped my cutoffs. I gripped my shaft and started slowly stroking it as I watched the action unfolding in front of me.

The boy got up onto his elbows and knees, exposing his stiff cock, swinging balls, muscular buttocks and tight little asshole. He moved slowly down the girl's body, kissing and licking her chest and belly. He stopped with his face between her legs and started giving her head. He was obviously sexually experienced and well acquainted with her body because she quickly began thrashing and screaming from multiple orgasms.

Almost unconsciously, I'd moved into the room to get a better view. The girl suddenly sat up in bed and I jumped backward into the bathroom to avoid being seen. I needn't have bothered. At that point, she was focusing only on her lover. "Fuck me now, Jose," she moaned. "I can't wait any longer."

He lifted his head from her pubic area. "Are you sure you're ready for me, Diane?" he asked in a husky whisper. "I'm pretty big and you're so new at this . . ."

Diane grabbed Jose's head and fell back onto the bed, dragging his body onto hers. "Come on Jose," she gasped. "You know I need you . . . now."

Jose's voice was low and seductive. "What do you want, Baby," he purred. "Tell me exactly what you want."

"I want you to take your big long thick Latin cock and shove it all the way into my tight hot little Anglo pussy. I want you to ram that big stiff pole into me until I scream for mercy. But you won't show me any mercy. You'll keep pounding me until you flood my helpless little cunt with white-hot cream." Diane was working her hips as she spoke, positioning her vagina entrance against the head of Jose's penis.

"As long as you're sure what you want, Baby," Jose replied. "Hard and fast?"

"Oh yeah Baby. As hard and fast as you can."

That's what Jose gave her. He moved around for a moment, making sure he was positioned correctly, then thrust the entire length of his member into her in one convulsive motion. Diane screamed at the top of her lungs as Jose penetrated her, but it wasn't a scream of pain or fear.

He fucked her just as hard and fast as she'd requested, pounding her pussy like a jackhammer. Diane gave another orgasmic scream each time Jose's cock slammed home. I expected him to come within a few seconds, but he continued hammering her for minute after minute. Finally, he rose to his knees and grabbed her ankles, lifting them up and away from her body. Now he was screaming as loudly as she was. 

I was stroking my dick in time with his cock thrusts, attempting to time my orgasm to coincide with his rapidly approaching climax. Suddenly, I snatched my hand away and stood gasping in the darkness. My penis throbbed wildly as Jose uttered a final scream and emptied his load into Diane's hole, but I was able to keep from ejaculating. Barely. I wanted something more satisfying than simple voyeurism and masturbation. Besides, they were trespassing and needed to be taught a lesson. 

Jose collapsed on top of Diane. I moved further back into the bathroom and listened to them gasping for breath as I waited for my dick to soften. I was too excited. It stayed hard. The final straw came when I heard Diane whisper "I love the way you're always hard, Jose."

That did it. I stuffed my erection back into my cutoffs and pulled the zipper up as far as possible. I stepped into the office and put as much surprise and anger as possible into my voice as I exclaimed "What the hell is going on here?"

Jose leaped off the bed and spun around to face me. He was tall and slender, about 5'10" and 160 pounds, with the face of an angel and close-cropped black hair. His muscular arms and chest matched his beautifully sculpted legs and buttocks. He appeared to be about 19. His 6" dick was still hard and glistening with pussy juice. He balled his hands into fists and took a step toward me. 

"Don't even think about it," I commanded. "I'm an ex-Marine." I'd really been in the Navy, but I didn't want to get into subtle distinctions. Jose realized I had four inches and thirty pounds (all muscle) on him and stopped moving.

When I was sure Jose wasn't going to lunge at me, I turned my attention to Diane. She was sitting up on her elbows, staring at me with a mixed expression of lust and fear on her face. Her body was slender and athletic, with small but beautifully formed breasts. I guessed that she was Jose's age and close to his height. Her blonde hair was cut short, stopping at mid-ear on the sides and collar-length in back. Unless she dyed her pubic hair, she was a natural blonde. Her legs were still spread and I could Jose's cum glistening inside her gaping cunt. My cock grew even harder and I was glad I'd left it in an upright position when I'd zipped my cutoffs.

"OK, get dressed," I growled. "I'm going to take you into the office where I can watch you while I call the police."

"Please don't do that," Diane protested. "We didn't hurt anything. We just needed a place to make love. Our parents don't want us to see each other."

"Jose's parents call me a slut and a whore," Diane continued, "but that's not fair. I like sex, but I've been real choosy about the boys I've slept with and I've never taken money for it in my life. "

"And her parents call me a 'Mexican gang-banger,'" Jose added, "but I'm not in a gang and I've never been in trouble with the law."

"You're in trouble now," I said, looking at them sternly. "You could have broken in here to steal and just decided to have a quickie before you robbed us."

"We've been here before and we've never taken anything," Jose objected. "Dude, your security sucks. There's holes in the fence and that sliding door opens if you pull on it. That dog sign on the gate is a lame joke. There isn't any damn dog. If we were Banditos, you'd be cleaned out by now."

I kept my face grim. "You're still in trouble," I replied.

Jose was silent as he looked into my eyes. "OK, go ahead and bust me," he finally said. "Just leave Diane out of it and I'll tell the cops I broke in here to steal."

"No!" Diane protested. "Jose is a good boy. Breaking in here was my idea." Her eyes wandered from my face down to the bulge in my cutoffs and back. "Let him go and I'll show you a good time." 

"You're both guilty and you'll both be punished," I said sternly, looking from one teenager to the other. "But if you do what I say, we'll keep the police out of it." They looked at each other for a long time, obviously understanding what short of punishment I had in mind.

Jose nodded sullenly, refusing to look me in the eye. 

"OK, that's a lot better than the police," Diane replied. She didn't sound too unhappy. I was ten years older than she was, but I was in really good shape and reasonably good looking.

"Jose, you get to the head of the bed where I can keep an eye on you," I commanded. He scrambled to obey. "Diane can stay right where she is." I leered at Diane as I unfastened my cutoffs. She stared wide-eyed at my hard-on as I let my cutoffs fall around my ankles and stepped out of them. 

Diane had never closed her legs. I entered her without any preliminaries. Her snatch was slick, hot and tight. My cock was longer and thicker than Jose's, but she took it easily, moaning with pleasure when she felt my balls pressing against her pussy lips. 

Her nipples, already puffy from Jose's attentions, continued swelling as I took her with long slow strokes. "Babe, you've got a wonderfully muscular cunt," I gasped. "I've never had a girl grip my cock as good as you're doing."

Jose had lost his erection. I suspected that Diane's willing submission to me had hurt his pride. He was kneeling on the bed with Diane's head between his knees. She smiled up at him and said, "Come here honey. You're the man I love." He moved forward, so his cock and balls were dangling over Diane's face. 

Jose quickly stiffened as Diane began licking and sucking his nuts. 

"You really are a slut, Babe," I gasped to Diane as I increased the tempo of my thrusts. "I like that in a woman." 

Jose glared at me for a minute, but quickly surrendered himself to the sensations Diane's mouth was generating. He bent forward to stroke her breasts and the head of his stiff prick brushed against my lips. He probably hadn't intended that to be an invitation to suck him, but I found it irresistible. He quickly exploded in my mouth. Seconds later, I filled Diane's pussy with my cream. 

"Wow!," Jose gasped. "I ain't never been blown that good." He looked down at Diane and quickly added, "Except by you, Babe. And your sucking my balls really made it great"

Diane was looking dreamy as she looked up past my face to gaze at Jose. "It's all right, honey," she purred. "I like it when you get your rocks off."

She looked at me, opened her mouth to speak, then stopped, looking slightly puzzled. "What's your name?" she asked.

"Ken."

She giggled. "Like Barbie's boyfriend?"

"Yeah, only anatomically correct."

"That's for sure," she replied.

"Ken's a great fucker too," Diane told Jose. "Almost as good as you are, Baby."

"Kiss me," Diane commanded. Jose and I didn't know which one of us she was talking to, so we both obeyed. Much later, he and I had each thoroughly kissed every inch of her body. I was on my back with Diane on her hands and knees over me. She was sucking my cock and I was eating her pussy when Jose entered her from behind. 

For a while, I continued giving her head while I fondled Jose's gently swinging balls. Then I got a new idea and moved away from the fucking couple. Diane was kneeling on the edge of the bed, slowly rocking back and forth. Jose was standing behind her, allowing her cunt to slide over his dick.

I got a little tube of lubricant out of my cutoffs, coated my index finger and moved behind Jose. He stiffened with alarm as I touched him between his buttocks. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he exclaimed.

"Just relax," I replied, gripping his thighs to keep him from jumping away. "This isn't going to hurt and you'll like it."

Diane quickly realized what was happening. "Oh neat!" she exclaimed. "Jose's going to find out how his cock feels in my pussy!" She stopped rocking and lowered her voice. "Don't worry Baby," she whispered to Jose. "Just start moving your hips. Fuck me real slow while Ken does you. He'll be gentle."

Jose's asshole was super tight, so I gradually teased it with the tip of my finger until it finally started opening. After a while I had my finger in up to the first joint and I was gently rotating it. "That feels really weird," Jose gasped, "but it doesn't hurt. In fact, it feels kind of good." That's when I slid it all the way in. He tightened like he was trying to nip my finger off, but he didn't try to squirm away. 

A while later, I had two fingers moving freely in and out of his butt and I decided it was time for the main event. I greased my prick and pressed it between Jose's buttocks. My cock head slid into his hole as I removed my fingers. He didn't resist as I slowly penetrated him. 

When I reached bottom, I stayed motionless, letting him get used to the feeling. "Oh God!" he screamed when I finally started moving. We took it slowly at first, as slowly as he'd been fucking Diane for the whole time, but Jose gradually increased the tempo. Finally, he was slamming his cock into Diane's cunt, nearly knocking her onto her belly with the violence of his thrusts. I was matching him motion for motion. 

I came first and the feeling of my hot sperm splashing against his anal walls set Jose off. I hammered him until the last drop of semen had spurted from my dick. He was pounding Diane just as hard. We were all screaming. Finally, we collapsed in a heap on the bed.

Much later, I heard Diane saying in a breathless voice, "Would you mind? You guys are heavy." I reluctantly rolled off the pile of bodies and dragged myself onto the bed beside Diane. Jose collapsed beside us.

Jose and I lay on the bed with Diane between us, fondling her and each other as our bodies gradually cooled. After a while, I realized I was thirsty, so I got up and fetched my jug of lemonade. We passed it around and Diane spilled a lot on her face and chest while drinking. 

After Jose and I had spent a long enjoyable time licking up the sticky fluid, Diane said, "Boys, cleaning me up that way feels really great, but I'd really like a shower. Is that hose still on the old loading dock?"

"We can do better than that," I said. "The new shower room is finished and we've turned the water heater on. I think we even have some soap and towels."

The three of us spent a long luxurious time washing each other in the warm streams of water in the big new room. Jose was shy about soaping my genitals until Diane took his hands and forced him to touch me, but he quickly gained enthusiasm. Diane eventually had to pull his face down to her breasts to get him away from me.

When each of us had thoroughly cleaned the other two, we finally turned off the water and dried ourselves off. "Follow me, boys," Diane commanded. She took Jose and me by our dicks and lead us back to the bedroom. 

Diane dropped to her knees, positioned Jose and me side by side and started sucking our cocks. At first, she alternated between us. Then she pulled us together, so she could take both of us in her mouth at once. When she had us stiff and throbbing, Diane moved away, pushing us together so my cock was pressed against Jose's tool. "I want to see you boys kiss," she announced. "Use your tongues."

I planted my mouth against Jose's and opened my lips. He resisted until Diane stuck her tongue in his ear and whispered, "Please do it, Honey. It'll really get me hot." It Jose a little while to get used to the feeling of my beard against his face but after he relaxed he was a really good kisser.

Next, Diane ordered us to get on the bed and suck each other's dicks. Once again, Jose resisted until Diane whispered something in his ear. His erection instantly grew even harder and he went down on me eagerly. Diane stood by the bed, watching Jose and me 69. Her legs were spread and one hand was pressed against her crotch, with her middle and index fingers up her pussy and her thumb manipulating her clitoris. Her other hand was roaming over her breasts, caressing her swollen nipples.

Although he was obviously inexperienced, Jose was an excellent cocksucker. Before long, he'd stimulated me to the brink of orgasm. I could tell that he was getting close, too.

"Stop!" Diane commanded. "I don't want you to come yet." Jose and I rolled around on the bed so we were both looking up at her. "Jose, I want you to fuck Ken," she continued. "I really want to see your big beautiful cock sliding in and out of his asshole. I've never seen men doing it and I couldn't see anything when Ken was screwing you."

Jose jumped off the bed eagerly. "OK man. Get on the floor on your hands and knees," he ordered. "After the way you fucked me, I'm going to love ramming this big pole up your butt," he announced as he reached for the tube of lube. A moment later, the head of his greased pole was pressing against my asshole. I felt a flash of intense pain as he shoved it all the way in. 

The sensation of penetrating my ass seemed to startle Jose because he froze for several seconds, leaving his entire length motionless inside me. I gripped him with my anal muscles as my pain quickly faded away.

"Damn," Jose gasped. "I almost came right then."

"Go slow," I replied, slightly breathless. "Diane wants a show. Let's give her a good one."

"Yeah, I want to see Ken get fucked really good," Diane said as she moved to get a closer view of the spot where Jose's cock was entering my asshole.

I relaxed my anal muscles slightly and Jose began moving inside me. He started out slowly, but gradually picked up speed until he was hammering me like he'd done Diane earlier. 

Diane was screaming from repeated orgasms as she jammed her fingers up her pussy while she watched Jose plunging in and out of my ass. "Stop!" she cried. "Get on your back, Ken. I want to see you come while Jose fucks you."

I'd already seen that Diane liked sex a little bit rough, so I decided to accommodate her. I pulled away from Jose, grabbed Diane and threw her onto the bed. She landed on her back. "Like hell you're going to see me come, slut!" I roared. "You're going to feel me come." I lunged forward and fell on top of her.

"Oh no!" she screamed. "Jose, help me!" She'd spread her legs as I approached and caught me between her thighs. Now she was moving her hips to grip my pecker with her pussy lips. Jose was still kneeling motionless several feet away, staring at us. He knew it was a game.

"No you don't, bitch," I shouted as I moved away from her. "Two assholes have been fucked here today. Now it's your turn!"

The fake horror on Diane's face was instantly replaced by real fear. "Oh God no!" she gasped. "Please don't do it, Ken. You'll hurt me."

I froze. "You've never been butt-fucked?" I asked gently.

"No," she whispered. "I'm afraid. Please don't"

Jose gripped my shoulders, pulled me away from Diane and moved to kneel beside her. He kissed her tenderly and whispered, "Baby, you know I've never minded that you weren't a virgin when I met you."

She smiled up at him. "Yeah, Honey," she replied. "You've been great about it."

"You know I love you, no matter what?" he continued. 

"Sure Baby," she whispered. "Just the same as I love you."

I stirred uncomfortably. I like watching people having sex, but this emotional exchange was embarrassing me.

"And you know I'll never hurt you, at least not unless you want me to?" Jose said in an even fainter whisper.




Trespassers Beware



Ethan silently glided through the canyon bottom. He had spent all day scoping out canyon bottoms killing wild hogs that had been wreaking havoc on his maize fields. He knew he ought to keep hunting until dark, but it was a beautiful late summer evening. The sun was out and there was only a slight breeze. Prime fishing weather and he was only a few hundred yards away from his personal lake.

He couldn't remember the last time he had been down to his lake, so today was an excellent day for him to take his boat out and do a little fishing. He remembered there ought to be some beer in the refrigerator from the last time his older brother and him went fishing. The day was getting better and better. 

As he stepped up on the porch of his lake house, he swore that he heard a feminine laugh come from the backside of the lake. But it was probably just a bird or his ears playing tricks on him. Surprisingly, he had left the door to the lake house unlocked after the last time he had went fishing. The lake house only had two rooms, one which served as a kitchen/living area and another that was a small bathroom. He immediately started towards the refrigerator, but instead decided to go wash some mud off his hands.

As Ethan washed his hands, he glanced at the reflection of himself in the mirror. His face and neck were deeply tanned from working long hours out in the sun and wind. He had inherited his square jaw from his father and brown eyes and hair from his mother. The crooked nose was a gift provided by a hard ground ball in his college baseball days. Farm and ranch labor coupled with daily bicycling had kept his 5'8" frame fit and as athletic as ever. Looking into his eyes, you would detect a quiet confidence and a twinge of humor. 

Finally, he finished washing his hands. He was out of towels, so he just wiped his hands on his pants as he walked to his refrigerator. Opening his fridge, he was shocked to find just one beer. But he shrugged it off, laid his Ruger .45 long-action revolver on the table and walked out the door. He grabbed his fishing gear that he left outside the door and headed off down to his dock. 

Suddenly, as he neared the dock, he spotted something that made his blood boil. Empty beer cans were strewn out all over the dock and in the water. He was typically a laid back person, but some things set him off and one of those was trespassers. He had done everything he could from locking his gates to posting "No Trespassing" signs, but once teenagers found a spot, it was impossible to stop them. Besides the littering and trashing of his place, these teenagers provided huge liability implications. Especially since he was a successful author who had attained wealth through a number of different business ventures. 

As he surveyed the scene on his dock, he noticed that the beer cans weren't the only things out of position. His pontoon boat was missing and he had acquired three sets of tank tops and shorts. Then he heard the laughing and giggling again. This time he knew exactly what he heard and it appeared to be getting closer. 

He grabbed the clothes on the dock and tossed them out into the water and then left the dock to hide in the shadows of a nearby tree. His pontoon boat glided through the water towards his dock, three girls were maneuvering it and he couldn't help but be impressed with the paddling skills that the girls possessed. As they neared the dock, Ethan immediately recognized the girls as being members at the local high school's 2009 graduating class. 

As they entered the docking area and eventually latched the boat down, Ethan got a good look at the girls. One was wearing a tiny, solid black string bikini, appeared to be about 5'7" with light brown hair, small A cup sized tits, the makings of a six pack, and long, athletic legs. Next, their was a blonde who was also wearing a tiny black bikini, but her top had white polka dots on it. She appeared to be only about 5'2", had bleach blonde hair, perky B cup sized breasts, narrow hips and a flat stomach. The last one off the boat was a brunette, she was approximately two inches taller than the blonde, was also wearing a black bikini, but she had white flowers on her bikini. She was also well proportioned with C cup sized tits, feminine hips, a perfect ass, and a flat stomach.

The brunette may have been the last off the boat, but she was the first to notice their clothing was in the water. She started to say, "How did our...." but immediately froze as he stepped out of the shadows. The other two also turned towards him as they heard the dock creak as he stepped up on it. Both brunettes went deathly white as he walked out to them. 

When he finally spoke, he simply asked, "Who gave y'all permission to be here."

Ethan almost had a heart attack when the blonde replied with, "Ethan O'Bannon told us we could go swimming out here."

He couldn't help but be an asshole, so he asked, "Ethan O'Bannon, you say? I must not know him, what does he look like?"

Instead of doing the smart thing and keeping her mouth shut, the blonde bitch replied with, "Actually, he is a couple inches taller than you, skinnier but looks sort of like you! Haven't you heard of him, he is supposed to be a famous writer? I tried to read one of his books once, but it sucked."

The tallest girl now stood glaring at the blonde and said, "Emily, would you please shut the hell up, you are about to get us into even more trouble. He is Ethan O'Bannon the writer." Now it was the blondes turn for her face to go deathly white. 

At this point, Ethan had enough and when he spoke next, he was screaming. "I lock my gate, you climb over my fence and walk down to my lake! I put up "no trespassing" signs, you don't heed them! And now this stupid little blonde bitch has the nerve to sit here and tell me that I gave you permission! I have had enough with being Mr. Nice Guy, I am calling the game warden and I will let him handle this!"

All three of the girls were now close to tears, but the tall brunette gained enough composure to beg; "Please don't report us, we will pay you or whatever it takes! I have never done anything wrong before, I can't afford a criminal record."

He just stared at her and said, "Did you really just attempt to bribe me? Why the hell would I want some 18 year old girl's money? I generate more money in a weeks time then what you can in an entire year."

Tears were streaming down her face as she said, "Please, there must be some other way we can work this out without you charging us with trespassing?"

He just shook my head and said, "I know each one of you graduated from high school last spring, so that means all three of you are 18. Trespassing is only a misdemeanor and I damn well know that you will each get another misdemeanor or two during college. I feel like each one of you ought to be old enough and mature enough to be held accountable for your actions. I didn't want to have to do this, but I need to make an example out of you three, so that the rest of your little teenage friends won't feel like they can walk all over me." 

As he said this, Ethan turned his back to the girls and walked up hill to where his cell phone would get better reception. He wasn't for sure if this was the game warden's jurisdiction, but he was a good guy and he knew the game warden wouldn't be to hard on these girls. He just finished up dialing the area code when the tallest brunette walked up behind him.

She said, "Can we talk this over?"

"What is there to talk over?" he replied.

"I saw the way you looked at me when we talked earlier, maybe I could show you my boobs or something?" she meekly announced.

His laughter bellowed through the canyons, "You are going to show me your boobs and expect me forget about your trespassing violation? How immature are you, I can go look at tits on the computer?"

Her face went turned to a bright shade of red, "So then, is there anything we can do like cleaning or something to get out of this?"

He decided that there was one route that he could take to get her to quit begging and pleading. "Alright, I might have an idea." He paused for a second and her face immediately brightened. "Wait, let me tell you what it is before you get all excited. I take all three of you over to my lake house and I fuck all three of you, for as long as I want and how ever I want."

He had never seen a face change shades of colors so fast, she went from normal to ghostly white to blood red and finally she stammered, "You are a disgusting perverted freak!" and then she turned and walked back to her friends. 

He smiled and whispered, "I thought so."

So he called the game warden and made small talk for a few minutes about the upcoming hunting season. Ethan was just about to tell the game warden about the girls when the tallest brunette came up and said, "Please don't tell him, we will do it."

Now it was my turn to be shocked, but he decided to take it a step forward. "Do what? he said.

"Sleep with you." she replied.

"No, say it like it really is, tell me the three of you are going to fuck me." he answered.

Hearing the next words come out of such a perfect, angelic girl was one of the hugest turn ons he had ever experienced.

She looked him in the eye and said, "We are going to fuck the shit out of you, all night, every second until you are too exhausted to even open your eyes."

He immediately came up with an excuse to get off the phone with the warden.

All three of the girls had walked up to him now and Ethan decided it was time to learn their names. The blonde of course was Emily, the shorter brunette was Shelby and the one that did most of the talking was Chloey. As he followed them up to the lake house, he immediately decided to make Emily his first conquest.

They all entered the main room and stood their fidgeting nervously. So he said, "This is how it will be for the first round, each one will go individually, starting with Emily, then Shelby and last is Chloey. The two that wait have to sit at the table in the middle of the room and watch what is unfolding"

He immediately led Emily over to the couch, pulling her up on his lap, kissing her deeply on the lips. She temporarily resisted and was obviously uncomfortable but soon her mouth opened and she was sucking on his tongue. Her breathing had become rather rapid as his hands glided across her back, down to her ass, around to her thighs, up stomach to where he gently cupped the undersides of breasts. As he rubbed his thumbs up over her rapidly hardening nipples, she arched her back towards him. Finally, he quit caressing her tits through the fabric of her bikini and slid his hands around to untie the knot in her bikini top. As her top slid away, he leaned over and kissed each one of her pebble sized nipples. For a few seconds each, he licked and suckled on each nipple.

He picked her small body up and placed her on the couch beside him. Her eyes grew wide as he unbuttoned his pants and slid his cock out. Before she could say anything, he pushed her head down towards it. She was a little meek at first, as she licked and kissed the tip. But with his urging, she began to take it into her mouth and begin bobbing her head up and down. She was situated on the couch in a way where her side was facing her friends. So they had a full view of her taking his cock all the way into her mouth. Both of them were locked on to his every move, if he tweaked her tits they watched, when he slid his hand down into her bikini bottoms, they watched. They could see her hips arching back towards his fingers that were playing with her pussy. They also listened to her gasps of pleasure around his cock as his fingers discovered her sensitive spots.

Between her perfect mouth suctioning down on his cock, that perfect pussy responding to his touch and the attentive, undivided attention of her friends, Ethan was rapidly losing control. As he felt his balls swelling, he grabbed her head and held her tightly down on his cock as he shot load after load into her cute little mouth. 

It took him a moment to recollect myself. But as soon as he did, he picked her up and took her over and sat her on the kitchen table. He pulled the tiny little black bikini down her short legs and tossed it out of the way. She shyly crossed her legs, but it did little to hide that tiny pussy with the cute little blonde landing strip. 

She watched him intently as he placed her legs over his shoulders and lightly leaned over and kissed her pussy. He started gently kissing and licking around her outer labia and after a few moments, he parted it and started licking up and down the inner labia. At first she was uncomfortable, but soon she relaxed and then he worked his tongue up to her clitoris. He started licking, kissing and gently suckling on her clitoris. At the same time he slid one finger into her ultra tight vagina. Immediately her hips started bucking and soon she began making inaudible squeals and moans as she neared orgasm. Suddenly, her thighs latched around the back of his head and she tightly clutched his hair with her hands. She had an orgasm that seemed to last for minutes. 

Her incredible little pussy and her cries of pleasure was having its intended affect on his erection. So he finally moved out from between her legs with her juices covering his face and walked over to a little table with a small compartment. He pulled out the condoms that he kept for whenever his girlfriend visited. 

She was still lying on back with her eyes closed trying to catch her breath. Her eyes opened as he pulled her across the table to his waiting cock. When she was finally close enough for him to stick it in, he gently started rubbing it across the outer lips of pussy. She let out a moan and then looked him in the eyes and said the first words that anybody had said in over 30 minutes. "Fuck me, please fuck me." With this, he gently pushed his cock into her ultra tight vagina. 

She was so tight that it took several minutes for him to bottom out. He fucked her gently at first and slowly increased the speed until he was fucking her with force. Her fingers were clutched down tightly on the table and her squeals of pleasure filled the room. As she quickly came to another wild orgasm, he glanced over at Shelby on his left. Her right hand was inside her bottoms and her face was flushed. Chloey on the other hand, was also turned on, but she was just rubbing herself on the outside of her bikini bottoms. 

He pulled his cock out of the exhausted Emily and motioned for Shelby to follow him back over to the couch. He kissed her on the lips momentarily and then turned her away from him as he undid her top and slid her bottoms down to the floor. He didn't waste anytime as Ethan sat down on the couch and brought her down on his cock facing away from him. Her hot, wet pussy felt just as good squeezed down on his cock as Emily's had. His hands slid up her sides to play with her incredible tits. He gently kneaded her nipples between his thumb and forefinger as she slowly started sliding up and down on his cock. 

He continued to play with her left nipple but slid his right hand down to rub her clitoris. With my cock inside her and his finger playing with her sensitive nub, she was rapidly approaching climax. Her tits began bouncing up and down as she increased her pace. The suddenly her orgasm came with a deafening scream, squeal fest. As he lifted her off his cock, it slid out with a wet plop.

His last target now sat spread eagle on her chair with her right hand inside her bikini bottoms roughly rubbing herself and her left hand pulling and playing with her left nipple. Her eyes were rolled back as he walked across the floor towards her. Emily was passed out on the table from exhaustion and Shelby was sprawled out on the couch trying to catch her breath. 

So he picked Chloey up and stood her in front of him. They kissed hard for several minutes, his hand caressing her ass, down the backside of her hips and then back up. He pulled the drawstring of her string bikini and let if fall away and then slid up and undid her bikini top. He stepped back to enjoy her incredible body. The narrow waist, the tapered hips, the small breasts with pert nipples, the completely clean shaven pussy and the sexy, athletic hips. She dropped to her knees which surprised him, wrapped her hand around his cock and slid the condom off. She leaned forward, kissed the top and then licked off some of his pre cum from the last encounters. Then she began slowly taking his cock into her mouth, the entire time staring up at him with those big green eyes. .

Finally, she started bobbing her head on it. Her mouth was suctioned down tight and she felt incredible. He knew from his previous encounters, that he wouldn't last long. But her mouth made his resistance even more futile. Before long she was sitting there while he fucked her mouth. Those big green, desire filled eyes still staring up at him as pulled his cock out of her mouth. She took her right hand and starting jerking him off until began shooting load after load of cum onto her tits and face. He pulled her up and held her tightly as they began making out. He knew it would be at least 30 to 40 minutes before his cock was ready again. 

With her body tightly pressed against his, he could feel her taut nipples poking into his chest and she had positioned herself so that she could rub her wet pussy up and down his right thigh. He slid both hands that had been caressing her back down to her buttocks. He spread her cheeks and slowly ran his middle finger down her crack causing her to gasp. He ran it across her puckered asshole and farther until he found her soaking wet pussy. 

She involuntarily spread her legs a little, offering easy access. So he began lightly rubbing across her lips and then slipped his finger inside her vagina. Her mouth was now biting down on his shoulder as began fingering her. After a few minutes her breathing had accelerated to the point where he knew she was close. 

His left hand was on the small of her back, clutching her tightly against him. He slid it down to her butt cheeks, spreading them slightly with his forefinger and little finger. He found her asshole with his middle finger and then he plunged his finger into it. 

At the same time both of his middle fingers bottomed out in her pussy and asshole respectively, she instantly screamed "Oh fuck yes!" so loud that she would have blocked out the sound of a bomb exploding nearby. He had never seen a girl have such a powerful orgasm. Juices shot out of her, drenching his thigh and soaking the floor. 

Ethan continued to hold her tightly, for fear she might collapse, as she came down from her orgasm. He had quit fingering her pussy, but he was now fingering her asshole while she was to out of it to notice. 

After several minutes, he asked her if she was alright. She replied with, "I feel incredible, but a shower would be nice?"

He smiled and said, "Only if I get to join you."

Chloey just smiled and took his hand and led him to the bathroom. 

Since both of them were already heated up, they decided a cool water shower would be just fine. Ethan had build the shower himself, so he had actually built it large enough for two or three people. After lightly rinsing each other off, he moved her out of the spray of the water and began lathering her up with soap.

She giggled when she saw that he had rubbed soap on nearly every inch of the front side of her body. But the giggling turned into gasps when he spread her pussy lips to clean there. Then he did the same routine on her backside, doing the same stimulating cleaning routine on her asshole as he did her pussy. 

Finally, when she was completely covered in soap scuds from head to toe, he moved her back into the spray of water. He deliberately started cleaning the scuds off with a wash rag. Once he had her completely cleaned, he told her that he needed to check to make sure and the best tool for testing cleanliness was taste.




Trespassers Beware



She moaned as he moved her hair to kiss her nape and giggled when he kissed the small of her back. She squirmed when he kissed her soft butt cheeks and gasped when he found the sensitive spot on the backside of her knees. 

He did the same on the front side. Delicately kissing and licking her neck. Then gently nipping at her tiny nipples and kissing the undersides of little breasts. Then he moved down her abdomen to explore her pierced navel with his tongue. He could tell that desire turned to frustration for her when he bypassed her jewel to explore the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs. 

He tried to use self-discipline, but it wasn't long before his mouth began deliberately making its way up her inner thighs to take control of her most prized possession. 

Her pussy was beautiful and she was completely clean shaven. She had pouty little lips that were begging to be kissed. So he leaned over and kissed them. Then he began kissing and exploring around her pussy before finally taking the forefinger and middle finger on his right hand and spreading her labia.

Using his tongue, he began delicately lapping at her inner labia before switching over and using his tongue like a tiny penis to rampage her vagina. Her moans had become increasingly louder and her breathing more ragged. Suddenly, he replaced his tongue with his middle finger and moved his mouth up so that he was sucking and licking her clitoral hood. He curled his finger up and instantly discovered her G-spot. 

This move sent her over the top and as she neared climax her moans rapidly became squeals and screams as she yelled, "Oh fuck, I am so close! Oh, that feels so good! Oh yes, oh yes, oh, oh, oh god, I'm cumming!" 

She never recovered from her orgasm when he stood up, wrapped her long, amazing legs around him and slid his cock into her hot pussy that instantly latched down like a vice grip on his cock. When he began fucking her against the back of the shower, there was no sign of gentleness. Both tongues were having ruthless duels in each others mouths, neither wanting to lose any ground. His hands roughly grasped her ass as he plunged his cock into her and her legs were tightly clamped around his back. 

After several minutes of that, they were both wearing down. So he pushed the door of the shower open and cock still inside of pussy, he carried her out to the sink. He told her to let go and bend over the sink. She complied and he moved up behind her. He knew where he wanted to stick his cock but that would have to wait. 

Instead he slid it back into her tight wet vagina. With his hands on her hips, he again began pumping his cock in and out of her vagina. He told her to keep her eyes open so he could watch the her expressions of pleasure on her face. She was moaning again, but now she was also begging him, "fuck me harder, fuck me harder". Suddenly, her pussy clamped tightly down on him and all he heard was her say, "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH". 

After she had eased up a bit, he continued to fuck her. He knew he was getting closer, but still not quite ready. He moved both hands up to spread her ass cheeks so that he could see his cock disappearing into her folds. Then he took the thumb on his right hand and began rubbing it across her puckered asshole. 

Her eyes open staring at him in the mirror with a look of fear on her face. He smiled at her and said she would be alright. As she began to relax, he started easing his thumb into her asshole. He could tell the thumb caused pain at first, but after a while she got used to it. 

She had just started succumbing to the pleasure again, when he pulled his cock out of her pussy. Her eyes flared open, but before she could react, his cock was staking a claim on her rear entrance. 

He knew this was painful to her. She had began whimpering softly and tears flowed down the side of her face. When his cock bottomed out, he began to move in and out of her at an excruciatingly slow pace. He moved his right hand down to fondle her pussy and soon she was relaxing. 

He began gradually increasing his pace. Her whimpers had turned to moans and her eyes were now rolled back instead of closed. Before long she was again begging, "Fuck me, fuck me harder! Having your cock in my ass feels better than I could ever imagine! Oh yes, fuck me harder!"

At this point, he was getting close to his own orgasm and he was pistoning his cock in and out of her. The pounding of his hips against hers had a thundering affect in the bathroom. Suddenly, she came to another powerful orgasm, squirting and wailing at the top of her lungs, "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH FUCK, OH MY, OH, OH, OH, OOOOHHHH!". Her climax was so powerful that it sent him over the top and he was now shooting shooting his load off into her anal cavity. 

With both of them now completely exhausted, he decided they ought to wash the cum that was leaking out of her crevices and what was on his cock. They rinsed each other off and he told her, "Lets check to see if the other girls are awake and we will get something to drink and lay out the couch bed for a nap."

She was already so exhausted that her shaky legs could barely hold her up, so instead of responding she just gave him a weak smile and a thumbs up. 

Upon vacating the bathroom, they discovered that Emily and Shelby were already a step ahead of him. The couch was already laid out and the two girls were in the middle with each head buried in the other's pussy. 

Chloey and Ethan sat in utter disbelief sipping ice cold water for the next thirty minutes as Emily and Shelby gave each other multiple mind blowing orgasms. They seemed to be in their own little world, completely unaware of their two spectators. 

Chloey even leaned over and whispered into Ethan's ear, "You turned them into lesbians." Ethan just smiled. 

Finally, the two female lovers completed exhausted themselves and they simply cuddled up and went to sleep. Chloey and Ethan joined the other two sleeping beauties on the bed and after a minutes of coupling and making out, they both fell asleep. 

Ethan awoke to the feeling of his awkward urine filled erection poking the ass cheeks of a sexy brunette girl. It took him a moment with his groggy sleep filled brain to remember what had occurred. He guessed that he had slept for 5 to 6 hours, but didn't know for sure. He did know, that he needed to relieve himself terribly bad. 

So he got up and gently padded across the room to the bathroom. Much to his dismay, he found Emily and Shelby still caught up in the moment fondling each other in the shower. Not wanting to disrupt them, he snuck outside and urinated off his deck. 

Sneaking back to the bathroom door, he discovered that the two girls had exited the shower. Shelby was now spread eagle on the counter and Emily was bent over going to town on her friend. Neither were aware of his presence, so Ethan decided to make this situation more interesting. 

The site of Emily eating out her friend had turned him on so much, that he just slipped up behind her and slid his cock into her hot, wet little hole. Emily jumped as his cock pushed through her folds, but her pace never slowed down as she continued munching down her friend's love box. 

Ethan reached down and fondled Emily's tits for a few moments. But both girls were rapidly reaching climax, so he pulled back and started roughly fucking Emily's pussy. The increased pounding added more friction for both girls and sent both of them into loud, squealing orgasms. 

The wild bucking of Emily's hips and her pussy tightening around Ethan's cock also sent him over the edge to a groaning climax. He did manage to pull and shoot his load on the small of her back and all over her ass. They all rinsed off again and went back to bed for a few more hours. 

Ethan felt like Shelby had been neglected, so he cuddled up behind her when they crawled back in bed. They slept for an hour or so, but after awhile he woke her up gently rubbing her pussy with his right hand. What took place over the next hour and a half was the most incredible thing she had every experienced. 

He fingered and played with her pussy for an hour and a half, but didn't allow her to cum until the end. Every time she got close, he would stop or do something different. She was sopping wet when she finally came to a screaming and squirting orgasm. 

After they had all dozed for a couple more hours, Ethan decided that the girls probably ought to go. But one more level of punishment was still needed. So he told all three of the girls to get down on their knees, right beside each other. Emily was in the middle, Chloey on the right and Shelby on the left. Starting with Shelby, he had each girl give him a blow job. Getting close to cumming again, he stepped back and shot his load all over the girls' tits. 

With that, he grabbed their swimsuits, tank tops, shorts and flip flops, ushered them out of lake house, locked the door and took off on the mile long hike back to his pickup. The girls stood their butt naked watching him thinking that he would eventually drop their clothes, but he never did.



Trespassers Will Be Shot On Site



So you think you can just strut around in all your naked glory on MY private beach?  Well, you've had your fun but now it's time to pay the piper.  If you like showing off so much, you're going to get your chance to do it RIGHT! Now, make love to the camera...

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Trespassers



"You could never really hurt me Baby," Diane answered in a slightly louder whisper.

"Can I please fuck your ass?" Jose was almost inaudible. "It'll be sort of like you being a virgin for me."

"OK Baby," Diane answered. "I'll be glad to give you my butt-cherry."

"I think I'll leave you two alone," I announced as I got up and started moving toward the door.

"Being watched really turns me on," Diane said. She was looking at Jose but she seemed to be talking to me.

"Hey man, it's cool," Jose told me. "I guess I'm kind of a show-off too. Stay here and watch me pop Diane's cherry."

Without another word, Diane turned over onto her stomach and wiggled her ass seductively. Turning her head to look back at Jose, she said, "Just take it easy, huh?"

I couldn't help laughing. "What's so funny?" Jose asked.

"That's the almost-official Marine motto," I replied. "It's amazing how many Marines volunteer to get their butts fucked."

"Cool," Jose said. "Diane's the lady Marine and I'm the guy with the loaded weapon, ready to shoot."

"So, lock and load, Marines," I commanded.

Jose coated his index finger with lubricant and slowly slid it between Diane's buttocks. "God, your asshole is tight!" he exclaimed. 

It was obvious that Jose had paid attention to the way I'd prepared him for my cock. He worked his finger in and out of Diane's butt, going slowly at first but gradually increasing the tempo as her muscles relaxed. Occasionally, he paused to put more lubricant on his finger. When she was well-greased and open, he added a second finger. 

Diane was moaning softly and squirming on the bed. She'd worked one hand under her body and was rubbing her pubic area while Jose manipulated her asshole. "I'm ready, Jose," she gasped. "Come pop my cherry." She rolled over onto her back, folded her legs against her chest and stuck her ass up in the air while he greased his dick. 

Jose positioned himself between Diane's legs. He smeared more grease on his finger and reinserted it briefly to make sure she was well lubricated. Then he pressed his cock head against the entrance to her asshole and slowly pushed forward. She gasped and her eyes misted briefly with tears as Jose slid his entire length up her butt. 

"Are you all right, Baby?" Jose asked as he looked down into her eyes.

"It hurts a little," Diane admitted. "Just take it slow. I'll be fine in a minute."

I bent over and whispered in her ear. "It hurts everybody at first. If you masturbate it helps you ignore the pain while you learn to relax your ass muscles."

Turning to Jose, I commanded, "Kiss her and fondle her tits. Let her get used to you." He moved to obey me. I sat at the head of the bed and softly stroked Diane's hair and face as Jose eased his thick pole in and out of her asshole. At first, she was gasping for breath and frantically rubbing her clitoris but she quickly relaxed as her body adapted to the anal intruder. Soon, she was moaning with pleasure as Jose took her with quick, confident strokes. She screamed with excitement when he came inside her. 

Jose settled on top of Diane and lay still while she ran her fingers through his hair. "That was wonderful, Honey," she whispered. "Now I'm yours even more than ever." 

"You're the most wonderful girl in the world," Jose replied, lifting his head to kiss her. 

"I'm the biggest slut in the world," Diane announced. "That was so great I want to do it again . . . with Ken."

"Right now?" Jose sounded disappointed. "I was hoping this part of you would be all mine. At least for a little while."

"It's yours, Baby," Diane cooed. "I want you to fuck my ass again while Ken helps out."

Jose was quiet for a minute, then he smiled. "OK," he said. "You're my Angel-Slut. If you want it, it's yours. I'm just glad you take me along for the ride."

"Good! That's why I love you so much," Diane exclaimed. "Get on your back. I want to ride your big horse cock."

A moment later, Jose was on his back with his freshly greased penis sticking straight up. Diane straddled him, impaling herself on his stiff rod. "Why are you facing away from me?" Jose asked. "I can't see your face or kiss you."

"You get a great view of your cock sliding in and out of my ass," Diane responded. Jose moaned with pleasure as she began raising and lowering herself on his tool. She winked at me and silently said, "I'll have you soon."

After several minutes of butt-fucking, Diane leaned back until she was supporting her upper body with outstretched arms. 

I straddled Jose's thighs and put my hands on Diane's breasts. After regarding her silently for a few seconds, I remarked "You sure look interesting with a big dick up your ass and your cunt wide open. Is that an invitation?"

"If your cock's big enough to fill my hungry snatch, it's an invitation," she replied, grinning at my stiff member.

"I'll take that for a 'Yes'," I said as I slid into her. 

Soon, Diane was screaming from continuous orgasms as Jose and I relentlessly fucked her twin holes. He finally gasped, "I'm coming," and began thrashing wildly as he shot his load into Diane's ass. My climax came a few seconds later. 

I figured Diane and Jose had learned their lesson, so I let them go. In fact, I liked them so much that I made a deal with them. Since the bath was about to open, permanently eliminating their trysting place, they could come over to my house. If they felt like letting me join in, I would. Otherwise they could use the back bedroom, as long as they left the lights on and opened the curtains on the windows facing the back yard.

Since then, they've been to the house a dozen times. I've joined them on four of those occasions. When alone, they enjoy turning on all the lights and doing really nasty things right in front of the windows. They put on a great show. They've also slipped into the back yard a few times, when they thought I wouldn't notice.

The most interesting thing is that they've also come to visit me individually. 

Diane has been here three times and we've fucked like minks all over the house. I can't do Jose's "endless hard and fast" trick, but I've still got a lot of jab and excellent technique. She's always satisfied when she leaves. Diane says she truly loves Jose and never tires of having sex with him, but she still occasionally needs another man. She's afraid that Jose will find out if she sleeps with another boy from school, but she feels I'm safe, as well as being better in bed than a high school boy.

She also confessed, "I don't really like getting butt-fucked, unless it's you and Jose double-pronging me. Jose doesn't do it often, but he really loves being the only man I let fuck me there."

Jose is the real surprise. He's come over five times. He says, "I love to fuck your ass, man. Diane lets me do it to her, but she doesn't seem to like it very much. I don't ask her too often; I'm proud that I'm the only guy she lets into her asshole at all. You always want your butt fucked." 

It's true that Jose's screwed me thoroughly each time, but he always insists I fuck him in return. He also sucks my cock real good. I've "accidentally" left a dildo on the nightstand for Diane to use on him the next time they're here. 

It's really interesting helping a couple of super-horny teenagers explore their sexuality. I think I'll ask my bisexual friend Alice if she wants to get involved . . .

Excuse me, there's the doorbell.

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Copyright (c) 2003 by Ken James

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental.

This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex.

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Trespassing



Lori pulled the slick blade of a new razor down the inside of my thigh, making a clean, kissable path between drifts of foaming gel. Then she dipped the razor in a bowl of hot water, where clots of cream melted slowly away. She liked to let the razor hover a moment or two before baring more skin, and usually had a mischievous spark in her eyes as she planned her next angle of attack. She would hold my erection in one hand, to maneuver my cock out of the way whenever she shaved close to the root of my shaft, and then would giggle as I squirmed in anticipation of the sting to come. She rarely ever cut me, though, and if she did find a freckle of blood hiding under the gel, she would bend low and lick it off my skin with the pointed tip of her tongue.

Whenever we played out this ritual of laying on a big beach towel in the middle of the floor, shaving each other before or after a hard sweaty fuck, we would talk quietly about our favorite fantasies. Lori liked to spin out the details of a long daydream for me, to keep me hard as she little by little removed the down from my balls. The eye of my penis would weep silvery drops of precome, which would trickle down Lori's knuckles, making them as shiny as if they'd been dipped in sugar glaze. Sometimes, it was all I could do to keep from knocking over the water bowl and topping Lori then and there, in the middle of her breathy reverie about some nearly impossible tangle of bodies. Most of the time, though, I behaved myself, and let her denude my groin completely before I turned her over on her back to spread pink gel all over her swollen mons. That's when I had my chance to torture my lover in a loving way, and would tell her a story from the secret library I kept locked away in my head, memories and wishes I had only ever shared with her.

This night, as I ran a fresh razor down the curve of her belly, I looked down at the small tattoo that was drawn on Lori's left breast. She'd let an old boyfriend do it for practice, one summer years ago. The design was an ourboros in black ink, the snake a little fatter than usual, its mouth clearly vaginal as it swallowed up its phallic tail. Many nights after we'd made love, I would lay my head on Lori's shoulder, to put my eye close to the tattoo, so I could watch my finger trace the rolled-up snake round and round. She had told me once that the artist had come from a locksmithing family, that his father had taught all his children how to open almost any door, and that she'd picked up a few tricks here and there. She'd described a few of her adventures, going into abandoned warehouses for private orgies with a few select friends, and about the scare she'd had once when she and a partner had almost been caught naked with come flowing down their legs, after a noisy orgasm had echoed out into the street, alerting wary neighbors. I thought about all this as I cleared away the fading billows of froth from the borderland of Lori's sex, and as I watched her breasts rise and tremble with each indrawn breath. Taking a sip of wine to take the cotton out of my mouth, I began to tell her about the idea her tattoo artist boyfriend had inspired in me months before, an idea that had grown in my imagination to become a restless desire for an adventure of our own...

The next day, I had to finish up an illustration assignment, and so I left Lori asleep in bed as I walked over to the studio I kept above a bookstore downtown. I knew it was Lori's day off from her job at a local printmaking cooperative, so I thought I would try to wrap up my work early, then sneak back between the sheets for an afternoon of sex. But, when the clock chimed eleven in the bookstore owner's office under my feet, the phone rang and I picked it up to hear Lori giggle then whisper an address. Before I had a chance to say anything, she explained, "Meet me there as soon as you can," then hung up as I was reaching for a pen. I faxed my client, made a couple of quick notes in my record book, and locked up my office after I rescued a city map from the chaos of my desk drawer.

When I found the wiggly black line on the map that corresponded to the address Lori had given me, I saw that it was all the way across town, in a wealthy neighborhood tucked into a bend of the river. I walked home to fetch my truck, then drove out along Poplar, which travels west from the middle of Courthouse Square to the ragged edge of the county. After a while, I spotted the mossy stone gate that marked the place where luxury cars could escape from the flow of common traffic. I felt slightly self-conscious in my aging Ford, until I noticed all the other beat-up old work vehicles with their beds full of lawn mowers and gas cans, all of them cruising the winding streets from one huge yard job to the next. I felt the mantle of borrowed camouflage settle around me then, making me feel like I might get lucky after all and avoid the attention of the idle rich as I invaded their enclave.

Counting the street numbers on brick-pile mailboxes and wrought-iron gates, I came at last to a giant mock-tudor mansion at the end of a shady cul-de-sac. There was a real estate sign posted on the shoulder of the road, with a board hung over the top announcing that the house was Sold. I looked in my rearview mirror and noticed that the angle of the dead end made the driveway entrance nearly invisible from neighboring houses. In fact, the lawns out here were all wide and deep enough, and so full of mature trees, that each home was more like an island unto itself than part of a bigger community. So I felt a little less nervous as I coasted down the arc of the driveway toward the carport I could see sticking out from the back of the house.

Lori's car was there, her black Saab with its sloping back window full of touristy decals announcing all kinds of amazing sights along the highways. I parked behind her, then found the note she'd stuck under her windshield wiper, which said simply, "You're it!" Determined to uncover her hiding place as soon as possible, especially since the sun was now dropping quickly down the blushing autumn sky, I went over to the back door of the house. It was locked, though, and since I knew Lori would've left her choice open for me after she picked the tumbler, I walked around the corner looking for other possibilities. I happened upon a gravel path that led through a garden to the front door of a small guesthouse. Hip-roofed and ivy-covered, with a row of small black windows upstairs and down, it seemed older than the main house, and had probably stood alone on the property for decades, until it was rudely overshadowed by its slightly less antiquated neighbor.

Going down the path, feeling the bumpy stones shift under my feet, I noticed that the guesthouse door was slightly ajar. A wave of warmth flowed into my genitals, a kind of extra sense that told me I had picked up Lori's trail. The light was failing outdoors and there didn't seem to be any lights on in the guesthouse, but my eyes were adjusting to the darkness, and so I decided against fetching a flashlight from my truck. I stepped into a box-like foyer, my eyes and ears wide open, and closed the door behind me.

Looking out, the windows were all blue and rose and wrinkly like squares of crumpled cellophane. They shed just enough light to show the utter emptiness of the guesthouse, which even in its heyday must have been unoccupied for much of the time. There were marks on the bare floor where various pieces of furniture had stood, ugly wounds in the fabric of the wall where someone had carelessly pulled down picture frames. But, in the center of the hallway, there was a single dark shape, which I picked up and recognized as a pair of Lori's jet-black bikini bottoms. Then I noticed other articles of clothing scattered all around: a heavy black sweater, a pair of cargo pants, worn leather boots and a sheer bra Lori had bought on a recent holiday. By now, she must have known I was coming, especially since I wasn't trying to be quiet, but I couldn't hear a thing except for the faraway cry of an aroused cat.

I investigated the downstairs rooms, peeking into the kitchen as a last resort before deciding Lori must be in an upstairs bedroom. I climbed the back staircase, making each tread creak a little, just like they always do in haunted houses. There was a door at the top, which swung slowly away on groaning hinges when I pushed on the cut-glass knob. I stepped out into the narrow hallway, and immediately spied the wavering glow of candlelight from a nearby room. Before I went any farther, though, I left my clothes in a heap on the floor, then walked naked to where my lover was waiting for me.

What I found was a sight more lovely than anything I had imagined. Lori had set candles in a pair of pottery bowls, then placed a bowl on either side of the room. The warm orange light that flickered on the walls and windowpanes made the place come alive, creating a little haven of magic in an otherwise barren space. In-between the candles, stretched out on the thick rug she carried in her car for impromptu sessions of outdoor sex, Lori herself was busy rubbing the juice from her wide-open vagina all over her mons, while resting her other hand on the swell of her breast. She looked up at me and grinned, her dark eyes alight with dancing sparks, her curly black hair a dusky halo around her head. "Mmmmmm, you're just in time," she said, as she held out her wet fingers for me to taste.

I knelt down beside her and took her fingers into my mouth. My cock was now fully erect and thumping up and down with the heavy beats of my pulse. I laid the sticky tip upon Lori's belly as I sucked her fingers clean, and she reached her free hand down to grasp me around my shaft, giving me a good hard squeeze that made a syrupy drop of precome leak out onto her skin. Then, as she dabbed a fingertip into my wetness, to swirl it around my glans, she said, "Like that?" I moaned softly in assent as I kissed a trail down her arm. After a playful bite on her shoulder, I sat up and watched her hand as she stroked me slowly up and down, then I bent toward her again and kissed the furrows between each rib. Lori played with my hair and giggled when I licked a sensitive spot, then gasped when I suddenly changed position and buried my nose in her delicious pussy. I straddled her and let my cock settle into the sweaty valley between her breasts as I began to french kiss her nether lips.

As we lay there together, enjoying the intense connection of a perfect sixty-nine, I felt the house wrap itself around us like a gossamer cocoon. Lori licked my balls, her hands around my ass, her fingers teasing the puckered muscle of my hole. I sucked her labia, tasting the sharp sweetness of her excitement, my tongue exploring deep into her velvety tunnel. In the corners of my vision, the candle flames jerked and whirled around, releasing dark tendrils of smoke toward the high ceiling. The whole room grew hot enough to make us both slick with a layer of helpful sweat.

And yet, as lost in love as I was with eating Lori's snatch, a small part of my mind was acutely aware that we were naked in a stranger's house. I caught myself listening for footsteps on the stairs, for the rusty complaint of the door hinges. Not that I minded too much, of course, since this was the fantasy I'd told Lori about the night before, when I'd shaved her pussy smooth as silk. A fantasy of breaking and entering some empty house, of sex in a hidden place. She'd agreed to try and resurrect her lockpick skills, and told me she would find a place to play as soon as she could. I hadn't expected it to be the next day, but then Lori was quite resourceful in all kinds of surprising ways. Like she was when she recaptured my attention with a clever twist of her finger against the tight bulb of my prostate.

So, with the slightest twinge of nervousness tickling the back of my neck, I dived deeper into Lori's sopping wet cunt, letting my fear of discovery sink under a tide of lust. Lori sucked on my erection, her tongue wrapped around my cockhead while she fucked her fingertip in and out of my ass. I arched my back, lifting my belly off of my lover's with a squishy kissing sound, then settled back down on my elbows. Lori's nipples were full and hard as cherrystones, and nestled into the hollows under my ribcage. I took the hood of her clit between my teeth and ever-so-gently tugged it up and off her little pearl. Careful not to stimulate it too much, yet wanting to feel the hardness of her button against the bed of my tongue, I licked upwards, then down, and up again, massaging her toward the bright frontier of an orgasm. Meanwhile, my balls felt heavy with pent-up jism, my shaft nearly ached with the pressure of an impending fountain of cream. Soon, one of us would have to stop and pull back, to let the other one crest the wave; we had long ago found that a sixty-nine for us was better if we didn't try to come at the same time.

When I felt Lori's pussy begin to tremble against my face, she let my cock spring free of her hungry mouth and I began to lick her harder and faster while my fingers reached deep inside to rub the rough patch of her g-spot. She spread her legs wide and pressed my head down into her sex, then lifted her ass off the rug and began to moan out loud. "Yes," she said,"god, yes, eat my pussy, eat it good, baby...." I did my best to oblige, lovingly drinking up every drop of honey that seeped out of her tender flower. Just at the moment when I knew she was ready to crash over the edge of her first big "o", I licked her as hard and fast as I could, and Lori grabbed my ass and pushed me down so that my hardon cuddled into the soft pillows of her bosom. "Yes, god, yes, fuck me," she cried, and I ran my fingers in and out of her shuddering hole as my tongue swirled around the engorged knot of her clitoris. 

Suddenly, Lori went very quiet and still, her breath stopping on a gasp, her legs stretched taut to pull her "o" out to every extremity. Then, just as suddenly, she beat her fist into the small of my back and nearly screamed, waking up god knows who among the far-flung neighbors. I frenched her pulsating cleft until her body was wracked by another spasm, then a third, when she laughed out loud and pulled me forcefully off her, to roll me over on my back. Without pausing for a rest, she immediately went down on my straining hardon, embracing me with her full wet lips. I bucked upwards, fucking her mouth, and thought good thoughts as semen rushed up my shaft. Lori expertly twisted the base of my cock in her hand while working her tongue under the ridge of my glans. She jerked me off into her throat, moaning as streamers of cream finally jumped out of my hole then rolled down her chin.

Soon afterwards, we were kissing passionately, sharing each other's taste, semen and honey mingling on our playful tongues. We snuggled on the rug while the candles burned down into puddles of hot wax. We whispered our contentment, and wondered if we would leave behind any kind of an aura in the guesthouse, some kind of immanent afterglow that the new owners might feel, if they were attuned to such things. We decided that, most likely, they would never suspect what Lori and I had done in this room, never realize the joy we'd shared here one secret autumn evening. 

Since the night was still young, despite how long we'd spent with our mouths full of each other, we decided to stay a while and make a few more memories. So, after a few more moments of lazy snuggling, Lori pulled another candle from out of her rucksack and lit it with the dying flame of one of the first candles. We began to caress one another from head to toe, kissing softly at first, then with more urgency as arousal and wild abandon took hold. 

And we fucked until the new sun peeked its ruddy face up over the treetops. Before we left the guesthouse for good, Lori took a pen and wrote "David and Lori screwed their brains out here" in big block letters on the wall. Then, like naughty kids, we ran away from the house as fast as we could, my truck gliding along in the slipstream of Lori's quick Saab. Once home, we rushed to undress and hopped back into our old familiar bed, where we slept close together, dreaming sultry dreams that seemed to last for days on end.



Trespassing



The night air felt cool on Darius's face as he grabbed the chain-link fence. With a quick glance over his shoulder, he confirmed the cute security guard was still chasing him. He scrambled over the short fence and continued his sprint. A sharp turn brought him to a sudden stop, revealing an alley, and thus a dead end. Darius could hear the guard climbing the fence now, her boots making noisy clinking sounds on the metal.

Darius hopped up on top of a dumpster and flattened himself against a wall. The security guard entered the alley, her flashlight illuminating the area in front of her. As she brought the beam of light upwards to scan the alley for him, Darius leaped onto her, stunning the girl and knocking her prone. There was a startled yelp as Darius pinned the girl to the ground, her flashlight rolling out of her hands. She started to yell something, but Darius pressed his knee into her stomach, forcing the air from her lungs. As she gasped for breath, he pulled the handcuffs from her belt and clamped them onto her wrists. He slapped his left hand over her mouth and leaned close to her ear.

"My night is not yet over, but I'd hate to add body disposal to my To-Do list." He pulled her gun from her holster and gently tapped her nose with it. 

"Now then, are you going to be a good girl and listen to me, or is this going to get painful for one of us?" She nodded, eyes wide, and he grinned.

"First off, no yelling." He stated as he took his hand off her mouth.

"You realize the other officers will come looking for me when I don't check in, right?" She inquired, glaring at him.

"If they're anywhere as cute as you, I can't see myself minding." Darius responded, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. He began nibbling along her neck, eliciting a slight moan from her. Putting the gun aside, he began undoing the buttons of her uniform.

"Hey, what the hell are you d-..." She was cut off by him planting a vicious kiss on her lips, covering her mouth with his. Despite her thrashing, he managed to get all of the buttons undone. Pinning her cuffed hands above her head, he pulled her shirt open, revealing a lacy red bra and well-toned belly. Slipping his right hand around her, he popped the clasp of the bra and removed it. Darius released his lip-lock with her long enough to jam the bra in between her still open lips.

The girl tried to yell something profuse into the gag, but Darius ignored her as he undid her utility belt and pulled it off, placing it to the side. He undid the button of her pants and slipped her fingers into her panties. She began to squirm again, yelling into the gag as he traced his fingers along her waist around to her spine, then grabbing her tight ass.

Darius brought his head down to her left breast, lightly grabbing the nipple between his teeth. As she tensed up, he pushed her pants and panties down to her knees. He could hear her audibly gasp into the gag as the cool air met her bare nether regions.

Still teasing her nipple with his teeth and tongue, Darius reached over to her utility belt and grabbed the baton from it. She watched him grab the rubber handle and her eyes widened as he brought it down to her exposed pussy. Trailing his fingers over her cunt lips, he smiled.

"Looks like all this roughness is just how you like it, huh babe?" he grinned evilly as she looked up at him, then he began to force the baton tip in between her vaginal lips as she bucked, trying to force the foreign object away from her body. He pushed the rubber object about halfway into her, causing a muffled moan to come through the gag as he brought the baton out, and then pushed it back into her. Her moans became more constant as he continued to fuck her with the baton. As she began to hump back onto the baton, he suddenly stopped and tossed the baton back over by her utility belt. She whimpered unhappily.

"Poor girl still wants some loving, eh?" Darius undid his pants and pulled them down, revealing his very erect, throbbing cock. Pushing her legs farther apart, he began rubbing the tip up and down her pussy, teasing her. She started to wrap her legs around him as he lined up and pushed himself into her, forcing out more pleasured moans. He continued thrusting into her over and over as her lithe frame started to tense up, finally convulsing in an orgasm which pushed him over the edge as well. As he launched streams of cum deep into her womb, he leaned down and nibbled a trail down her collar bone, leaving a trail of tiny bite-marks. He pulled his softening member from her with a slight 'pop' and stood up. Pulling his pants back up, he removed the bra from her mouth. As he reached down for her belt, she flung her cuffed arms around his neck and pulled him in for a hard, passionate kiss. When the embrace was finally broken, Darius smiled at her.

"So babe, was that a good way to take a break from work?"

She laughed. "I hope this means you've learned your lesson about trespassing, you foul criminal you." He chuckled as he undid her handcuffs.

"I'm still unsure about the law, I think I'll need more justice when you're on shift tomorrow night." He suggested, winking slyly.

"You're going to get me in trouble one of these times. Now go home and find something to do besides bothering security guards late at night." She responded as she buttoned her shirt back up. Darius blew her a kiss as he walked out of the alley, thinking to himself. 'One of these nights I really should ask what her name is...'



Trespassing Can Be Dangerous Ch. 01



"What the hell am I doing out here?" I ask myself as I peer through the black night, rain pounding at my windshield. The sky is lit up periodically with lightning, providing my only clue as to my surroundings. Even with the wipers going full tilt, it is hopeless. "I am going to have to pull over, dammit. I am never going to make it to this art opening!"

I am disappointed, I was so looking forward to purchasing another Renaissance oil for my collection. And, I thought to myself, it's a shame I have to waste this amazingly sexy outfit I put together.

Looking down at my short white silk dress, I am aroused by the sight of my taut tanned thighs, covered only by sheer white stockings halfway up. "Mmmm, I am so glad I bought this white lace garter belt." When I stand up, the hem of my dress barely grazes the top of my stockings, just giving a little peek of what's underneath as I walk.

The top of my dress is not tight, but I noticed that when I walk, my full breasts sway gently. My french lace brassiere is sheer enough that you can see the shadow of my areolae. The slight friction of the silk keeps my nipples a bit erect, but discreetly so.

The only light visible is at a house about 100 feet off the road. "Well, it's probably not a good idea to do this, but it's my only option right now." I make my way up the rocky driveway, wobbling on my high heeled sandals. Soaked to the skin, my long dark hair clinging to my neck, I knock on the door, praying someone is home.

I don't hear a reply so I turn the knob and push the door open. It creaks loudly and I call out, "Anyone home? I am sorry to intrude but I really need some help!" I walk into a nicely furnished home, lots of chocolate-brown leather furniture and heavy rugs, glass tables. "Hmm, a man must live here."

I walk into the middle of the living room and pause to take in my surroundings. It smells very pleasant, and strongly of pine wood and leather. I hear swift footsteps and before I can turn around a strong male hand clamps over my mouth. The other one encircles my hips and lifts me right up off the ground. An extremely low voice growls in my left ear, "Who do you think you are, trespassing into my home uninvited?"

I scream beneath his hand but he won't let go, and carries me effortlessly across the room. I strain my neck to see who he is, but he grips my jaw and forces my eyes straight ahead. We enter a dimly lit room, and as my eyes adjust to the light I can make out an enormous four-poster oak bed. There are dozens of candles lit, and heavy red velvet drapes cover the large windows.

"Oh my, you are a pretty little thing..and why are you dressed like this, you look very enticing. No wedding ring, either? Isn't is a bit risky to be going out alone dressed like this?" I kick backwards with all my might, aiming for his balls, but he has anticipated this. He easily dodges me and flips me around and throws me face down on the bed, straddling me quickly so I cannot see him.

He reaches behind and strokes the back of my thighs. "I like your stockings, especially the seams up the back. You take good care of your body, your legs are lovely and firm. I hope that you are flexible as well, for your sake." I wiggle my hips trying to throw him off, and he pinches my round ass. Next I feel a silken cloth being fitted over my eyes and bound tightly. The panic has risen in my throat and I am beginning to realize how helpless I am.

He roughly pulls my arms behind my back and leans close to my face. I can smell his cologne and also a slight whiff of peppermint. I whisper, "Who are you? Why won't you let me go?" He is silent, and pulls my earlobe into his mouth, growling. The low frequency of his voice sends shivers all over my body, and I can feel myself blushing. A deep masculine voice is something I cannot resist.

He sits up but keeps a steady pressure on my wrists, which are down at the small of my back. He is silent for several minutes, and I am panting. He grazes his fingers up my thighs and ass, maddeningly slow. "Now don't move...my little pet." Quickly I feel silk bindings on my ankles, he is tying them together. Oh, I kick and scream and then Whack! he smacks me hard on my ass! I shut my mouth, trying not to scream, but tears spring to my eyes..

After they are tied he does my wrists. Then he slips two pillows under my hips. My ass is up in the air, my head forced down on the bed, my thighs tightly together.

I hear the hum of a vibrator, and he uses it to push my dress up over my waist. I am exposed, this is so humiliating! He runs it all over my cheeks and thighs, pausing, oh so close to.. he tears off my tiny lace thong.. exposing my bare pussy.

"Mmmm, look at that fine sweet pink pussy. I bet you are aching to get fucked. Why are your lips getting so puffy? Do you like what I am doing?" I cry out in fear and wiggle as hard as I can against my bindings. SMACK! his hand comes down again. "Ohhh!!! Stop that!" I howl.

The worst part is I can feel myself getting turned on. It has been a long time since I have had sex, and my last boyfriend just fumbled around alot, not having the confidence to really satisfy me. He continues to spank me, but not as hard, and I feel the vibrator kick up a notch as he slides it in my wet slit. His one hand spreads my cheeks, and he works that vibrator up and down, stopping on my already sensitive and swollen clit.

"Ohhh my Goddddd!" I moan. It feels so good, and I had no idea how erotic it would be to have my thighs forced together. "Oh, you are a little slut, aren't you? You enjoy having a stranger in between your thighs?" Squeezing my cheeks hard, he spanks my ass some more, continuing to run the vibrator up and down my slit. I can feel my juices flow and I grimace in anger and humiliation that my body is betraying me. On and on he spanks me, but the stinging is strangely turning to pleasure. I feel my body go limp and my jaw loosen. "I am loving this.."

He withdraws the vibrator and I feel my pussy clenching at its absence. He inserts one, then two fingers, sliding easily into my drenched cunt. He fingers me furiously, I am gasping and whimpering at how fast he is invading my hot little hole. He turns the vibrator back on and rests it on my clit, continuing to finger me. I am writhing in ecstasy, and I can feel my orgasm building quickly.

"That's it, my little slut, come for your Master..." He pushes his thumb against my ass and that sends me over the edge, my pussy is clamping down hard and I am bucking my hips in my orgasm.

"Oh what a sight you are, you sexy bitch. Your beautiful ass and smooth thighs, shaking for me..oh yes now it's my turn."



Trespassing Can Be Dangerous Ch. 02



I squeezed my thigh muscles together, trying to quell my pussy spasms, to no avail. He laughed and rubbed my creamy cum up to my tiny virgin ass. I twitched in surprise. "Oh, I see you've never been touched here..what a shame. We will have to do something about that."

He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me up on my knees. I could feel my wet dress clinging to me, and I knew he could see the shadows of my areolae, which had changed to dark pink. My nipples were hard as diamonds. "Ohhh babe, these are some fabulous tits you have. They are now MY tits, I will do as I please with them. Are you aching for my touch, you hot little cock tease?"

I whimpered, and felt the blush creep up my neck into my face. I elicited a soft moan and swayed a little. He picked me up effortlessly and placed me on a soft rug of some sort. I felt a coolness on my ankles...oh my god it was a knife!

RRRippppp went my ankle bonds, as well as my wrists. I rubbed them to get my circulation back. I could hear a chain rattling, and some kind of crank. Against my will, I could feel my cunt getting wetter, I was hooked on this danger, but I wasn't about to let him know that.

Peppermint..I could smell him near my face. A soft tongue traced my lips, I clamped them shut and jerked my head away...but I fucking wanted him.

He kissed my jaw, up to just below my ear, then pulled my earlobe in his mouth and nibbled. "My little girl, you are special.. we are going to enjoy each other for a long time."

He pulled me up on my feet, led me a few steps. He took my wrists and lifted them high, my huge tits were jutting out, dress bunched up showing the bottom of my ass. I heard the chain..he bound my wrists again..a cranking sound and I was lifted high enough that it was hard to balance.

"You are one sick bastard! You have this sort of contraption installed in your house?" I was shocked and indignant, but curious... He growled in my ear, "I have all sorts of things in my abode, I can't believe how silly you are to have let yourself into the home of a stranger. I am a lucky man, and I will make the most of it." I felt a thrill run through me, I had no control over this.

"Now, about that sexy ass of yours..this is the first step, don't fret, vegetables are healthy for you, like this carrot, hehehe." I felt something cold and slippery slathered on my asshole, and a hard cold.. omg he is shoving a carrot up my ass!

I struggle and twist and kick out, trying to dislodge it. He slaps the sides of my tits, left right left right. I howl in pain and stop kicking. I feel straps around my hips, he is buckling something onto my hips and it's covering my ass, shoving that carrot up so there is no hope of getting it out. My wet cunt is exposed, I can feel the air on it.

If only I could see him..

"We will stretch you out a bit, for my pleasure." I hear the crank, and I am lowered to my knees. I hear a zipper... oh godddd nooo. His hot bulbous cock.. he wipes it all over my full lips, leaving his sweet pre-cum on me. I unconsciously lick it, it's good, it's been too long since I have had my mouth stuffed with cock.

"Let's get this out of the way..." He tears my silk dress off right down the middle, leaving it hang around my shapely hips. I hear him suck in his breath. "Your tits are perfect, I know you tease men with them. How often do you wear low cut tops, bending over to showcase your cleavage? You need to be punished." I feel and smell leather, binding around my torso. He is putting some kind of corset on me, pulling the laces so tight I can barely breathe. He roughly pulls my tits out the top, my nipples protruding.

"This is a test, if you are a good little girl, and suck Daddy's cock, I will not hurt you. Now open up that pretty little mouth of yours. I want to see your red lipstick smeared on my big thick dick. Suck it, bitch, suck me good!"

I knew I should resist, but the truth is I wanted to gag on that cock! I have always loved sucking a hard dick. I opened my mouth and tongued his head and all around the rim. I blew my breath on him and was rewarded with a moan. I turned my face sideways and keeping my teeth together, I rubbed my lips up and down the sensitve ridge, sucking softly down, then hard on the way up. His hands entwined in my thick curling hair and he groaned, "that's a good little girl, only sluts like to do that you know."

I smiled and went down lower, sucking each ball into my mouth, massaging him with my hot tongue. He stroked my neck, and scratched it lightly. He was thick but not too long, his silky skin and hardness was intoxicating. One hand closed around my breast and squeezed. I moaned while my mouth was full which seemed to excite him more. He pulled away, and with one hand on each side of my head, pushed his swollen dick in my mouth about 4 inches. I opened wider to accommodate him, and another few inches went in. "Make sure you don't do anything stupid, my little cocksucking whore."

My lips stretched wide, I was panicking that I wouldn't be able to breathe, and sure enough, he hit the back of my mouth, pushing pushing pushing. I knew he wanted to feel it shoving down my throat. I tried to relax, but I gagged and my throat muscles spasmed, squeezing him hard. He then let out a strange animalistic groan and began to face fuck my poor lips, stretched to their limits.

I saw stars and wondered when I was going to pass out, it seemed imminent. His balls slapping my chin, he was relentless. Saliva dripped out my mouth. I tried to pull away, but he was pulling my hair and I couldn't move. I could feel my tits shaking from the force of his thrusts. No man had ever invaded me like this.

He changed pace and pulled out almost all the way, keeping one hand tangled in my hair, he slapped my nipples with the other. My thighs were shaking, and my ass was gripping that carrot. My thighs were getting slippery, how embarrassing! I took a deep breath, and my vision came back into focus. My arms above me were straining at their bonds, I was in disbelief this was happening. He shoved his dick in my pink waiting mouth over and over, and with a deep bellow he thrust his hips forward and pulsed his cum down my abused throat...

"Swallow that girlie, I know you want to."

I could feel his hot cum bubbling and choking me, but I complied and swallowed. I do so love the taste of cum..it is my reward. My tits were stinging and tingling from his slaps, but I wanted.. more.



Trespassing Can Be Dangerous Ch. 03



I was still reeling from shock at the way I had hungrily sucked down his hot cum. I heard the crank, and I was being lowered. He took my hands off from the chain and lowered me onto my back. I could still feel the carrot up my ass, and he pushed on it. I sucked in my breath.. "You are insane. Please, just let me go, I haven't seen your face, I don't even know what road I am on so I can't tell the police where I am."

He laughed and said, "Tell me your name."

I remained silent, and heard him walk away. He came back and read aloud, "Ginger! That is a naughty-sounding name, perfect for you." Goddammit, he had my wallet!

I felt his hands stroking the tops of my tits, which were bulging over the tight corset. He stroked softly, scratching over my long pink nipples. Up under my arms, down my elbows and inner wrists. I writhed and ached at his caresses. I felt soft lips surrounded by rough stubble suck at my skin, scratching lightly, just enough to drive me crazy.

He growled, "Open your knees, my naughty little Ginger. Daddy has a surprise for you.."

Without thinking my knees dropped to the side, giving him a full view of my swollen wet cunt. I desperately needed to cum, and that fucking bastard knew it! My hips were undulating, and I felt a big thick finger dip into my blazing hot pussy. "Ginger, oh my oh fuck yes what a tight hole you have. Let me see if you like this!" With that he curled his finger inside me and found my g-spot. None of my boyfriends seemed to be aware of it's existence, so I was overjoyed. He thrust a second finger in, and placing his thumb on my clit, he held me like a bowling ball.

He rocked me back and forth, g-spot then clit, getting into a rhythm. The sensations were shooting through my body, I begged him, "Stop it, stop it, get out of my pussy or I'll, I'll..ohhhhh godddddddd!" He was sucking my hard little clit, clamped in his mouth, scraping his teeth on me. I was out of my mind with lust, I couldn't think of anything but him using my pussy.

The pressure was too hard on my clit, too hard, yet oh my god fuck no fuck yes I was "I am cummmmming you sick motherfucking bastard!!" And away I went, bucking and fucking his stiff fingers, creaming my hot pussy juice all over his hand and into his mouth. As I was cumming he was humming into my clit and I thought I was going to die from this orgasm.

I lay there in a daze, my breasts heaving. He kissed me softly, and sucked at my neck. "Mmmm, yes my little girl cums right on cue, I know how to press your buttons." He pushes his fingers in my mouth, I have always loved to taste my own sweet cum.

He loosens the bindings around my waist that are forcing the carrot in my ass, and yanks it out harshly. I feel something very cold replace it, but it is bigger, much bigger. He pushes it in, stretching my ass, I can hear him breathing heavily, muttering, "That's it baby, open up your sweet little ass for me."

I tense up and scoot my hips away from his probing, twisting them and flipping over. This proves to be a mistake.

"Smack!" he hits my round ass, and rams it up all the way! "Ginger, cucumbers are good for the complexion, although this won't be helping in that way."

He fastens my harness back onto my hips, effectively trapping the cuke deep in my ass. Holy shit, I didn't think I could take this, but as I wiggle around I catch myself undulating my hips and sticking my ass up in the air at him. I feel his fingers find my wetness, and slide it all around my pink puffy clit.

"Oh, god, Ginger, you are a sight to behold! I am capturing this moment for posterity." Click, click I hear his iPhone doing just that. My blindfold is pulled off abruptly, and as I blink at the brightness, the flash blinds me before I can get a good look at him.

His hands grip my hips and I feel his thick cockhead explore my wet slit. He pulls my arms behind me up my back, and holds them tightly so I can't move, my face forced down into the mattress.

He slaps my clit over and over until I am moaning... "Ginger, what do you want me to do? Do you need Daddy's cock? Hmmmm, speak up!" I am so conflicted, but my hungry cunt wins and I shamelessly push backwards. I scream, "pleasssssse fuck me fuck me fill me pound me rape me take me just put your cock in and use meeeee!!!!" 

He inserts the thick head and fucks me with short shallow strokes, pausing, then spearing me full-on. He pulls out and starts the shallow strokes, rubbing my gspot again, then he reaches under me and pinches my clit, HARD, between his knuckles. I am unprepared and I can feel my pussy cream on his dick and tighten up. With my ass filled and my wet pussy filled, time stops and all I can do is moan and writhe and push and whimper. He lets go of my arms and buries one hand in my dark mane and yanks my head back, the other hand on my hip. He is grunting and yes, laughing, as he goes all the way in my tight cunt, pulls out almost all the way, in deep, over and over.

"Look at your hot body, built for fucking, built for my pleasure, built for my cock to cum in!" He is fucking me without mercy, my big tits are shaking underneath me, he is swelling up, and his speed increases. Reaching under me he pinches my huge pink nipples and rides me, fucking me into oblivion. "Oh, yeah, my little cumslut Ginger do you like me destroying your cunt?"

I am unable to answer as I am cumming and cumming and creaming and squeezing his fat dick and screaming as he lets loose and fills my sweet pink pussy with his hot thick cum.

Exhausted, he pulls out of me with a popping noise and lays down next to me. I dreamily open my lust-glazed eyes and am met with a pair of ice-blue eyes fringed with blond lashes. I reach out and run my fingers through shoulder-length wavy blond hair. "Why are you letting me see your face?" I whisper. "Ginger, I want to see you again, and I am taking a chance that you will let me." He is unfastening my harness, and removes the cucumber. He unties my corset and carries me to his enormous bath. I am dazed and not a little bit sore.

He fills the tub and lowers me in. Leaning over me, he washes me gently and kisses my lips softly every few minutes, speaking in hushed tones. "I will make sure you get home safely, my lovely. You are free to go, I will let you follow my car to the main road."

Sleepy yet disappointed, I allow him to coddle me. I am having trouble speaking for some reason. He drains the tub and towels me off, wrapping me in a big red robe. "I would prefer you spend the night in my arms, but I will understand if I have frightened you to death. You are still a rather naughty girl for barging in here, but I think you have been punished sufficiently...for the time being."

I stumble along behind him as he walks into the living room. I look up into his eyes, oh he has no idea how attractive he is to me. Tentatively I walk towards him and place one hand flat on his chest. With the other I slide my fingers in between my warm soft thighs, dip into my warm pussy, and tug on my still-swollen lips. I bring my hand up and coat my puffy nipple with my juice. I pick up my full breast and suck my nipple into my mouth, silently staring at him the whole time.

His eyes widen, and he takes my hand and leads me to bed.



Trespassing upon Dreamland



Et in Arcadia ego;  "I too was in Arcadia"

In Arcadia Damian Dastagna consumed his breakfast in the breakfast-nook with a warm, congenial feel of a man sure of victory. He loved victories and though he was scarcely what one might call a hard-boiled chap by dint of habit, he saw himself as a master of fisticuffs against the evils of life. There were certainly evils enough in the world. Wickedness. Vice. Sin. He often bragged about how he could twist fickle Fate this way or that, all through marvelous cunning on his part. Just now, for example, Damian felt that he had brought about his hardest, no doubt his loftiest, struggle for a beneficial and economic future to a close. To have married Claudine Nicholas, "Creepy Claudine," as her more intimate friends called her, in the howling storm of hostility that her family had flung up at him; all this in spite of her unaffected indifference to men, was indeed an accomplishment that had required more than a bit of pluck and daring-do on his part. He had pried his new wife away from the City, with its salons and speakeasies, away from all her "gay flapper" friends -- odd girls and twilight lovers the lot of them, as far as Damian was concerned -- and out to a remote farmhouse-estate called Arcadia.

It was more than just any farmhouse, however, it had been in the Nicholas dynasty as a summer residence for over a hundred years.

"... and you will never get Claudine to go anywhere but there," old man Nicholas had said when his much despised son had inquired. "Arcadia's roots grow deep inside her, even more than the City could ever hope for. One can understand what holds her to Arcadia, but the City?" the old man had simply shrugged his shoulders as if he knew nothing about Roaring Twenties, cocaine or flappers.

"Vice is nice," Damian thought, but wisely he kept those thoughts to himself.

The truth of the matter was, however, that there was something about the farm and its rolling, heavily wooded hills that unnerved Damian. His grandmother would have said that there was a witching -- a savage wildness -- about Arcadia that would certainly not appeal to stuffy Nantucket tastes. Damian looked down upon what he called "the countryside" in the same manner that certain gentlemen-bachelor friends of his would romanticize golf courses: a great way to get out into ol' Mother Nature now and then but thank the Pope and the Holy Ghost that there were gates to keep all the undesirables out. Of late he had grown bored with the City, a feeling he had never known before. Perhaps it ws because Claudine was known everywhere the couple went, and many places he was not allowed to go. Despite her reputation of being a little ... "funny," as his grandmother would have also said, he had found himself growing a tad bit jealous over her notoriety. She knew Lucille Bogan, Gladys Bentley and Tallulah Bankhead. She had even been in attendance at the legendary Clam House Club when Ma Rainey sang:

"I went out last night with a crowd of my friends; They must've been women, 'cause I don't like no men. It's true I wear a collar and a tie, I like to watch the women as they pass by..."

How was a husband to compete against that? He had watched with satisfaction, then, at the gradual fading in his wife's eyes of what he called the "Bulldagger Blues" hunger as the hills, the heather and the orchards that made up the Arcadia estate all closed in around them as they bounced along in her splendid old Tin Lizzie, a T-Model Ford, hitting every pot hole in the bumpy roads. 

Now, peering out the breakfast-nook window munched his blackberry jam and toast he peered at a low hedge of uncared for fire-brand fuchsia, beyond that were steep slopes of heather and clover. Everywhere one looked bracken cascaded down into the dark. The buildings were constructed upon a series of cavernous, stone catacombs, none knew how old, now all overgrown with oak and ivy. Just the other day Damian had started reading a book written by some mad fellow from the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn that seemed to declare that Nature's open savagery against mankind was a direct result of Man's inability to understand and know all the horrors of unseen that surrounded him. Damian had said "poppycock!" at that and chucked the book out the bouncing car's window. But now as he gazed at the landscape he shuddered and did not know why.

"It is very wild," he said to Claudine, who had joined him, "one could almost suppose you might turn a corner and run into some ancient nightmare you read about in books, like that horrible old Pan, dancing away across the glen."

"I don't think Pan spends much time in upstate New York," his wife had said in her soft, monotone voice.

"O well, too bad for him. I'm sure all those poor, daffy gods must have a devil of time in this market, since no one believes in them anymore."

"Some do."

"Hmm?"

There were times when it occurred to Damian that he had no idea who he had just married. Claudine Nicholas was at once emotionally removed from him and sexually adventurous, in equal measures. When they went out in public she wore her trademark tux and top hat and would lean in and touch his leg or arm as she talked to her friends, often sliding her hand right up his thigh and then across his crotch. Each time she did so, Damian's misery and excitement deepened in equal measures. Sex with a woman was terrifying to him, but it was the sort of terror he never wanted to stop.

On the occasions when she talked directly at him she used terms like "sweet boy" and "my darling thing." The first night they slept together she had him stand naked in front of her, while she, fully dressed, took long drags off her chrome and red hookah pipe and blew pink and blue opium clouds out from her nostrils, like a bullgod stamping his foot.

"You are rather embarrassed around me, aren't you, my darling little thing?"

Damian could only look down at his semi-erect cock in shame. The good life had robbed him of much of his vitality. Fear, erotic excitement, shame and humiliation could be read in every line of his face.

As she had talked to him she reached out and stoked his naked cock, all seven and a half inches, feeling him harden at her touch while a crafty, small smile crossed her lips. Just once, a flash and then it was gone.

"You might be curious as to why I agreed to marry you," she said. The opium in the air made everything feel like honey: sweet and slow. As a way of answering her own question, she said, "bow down."

A moment later Damian found himself kneeling in front of his fiance. That night she had chosen to wear a slinky black sheath, a black feather headband and long pearl necklace. Damian was amazed at how easily she could transform herself, from a mysterious rogue to a gorgeous woman, all in a manner of minutes. Now her legs were slightly apart, her silk dress wide open. When Damian looked down his eyes grew wide at the sight of her splayed open cunt.

"Some do."

"Some do what?"

"Worship."

"Worship who?"

"Lilith, for example."

"Who?"

"Lilith. The worship of Lilith never has died out," Claudine said. "Perhaps newer gods get more attention, from time to time, but she is the One-Mother, the Ancient One, to whom all must come back to at last. What is Mother Mary but a celibate shadow of Lilith, dressed up in ugly robes?"

Damian was religious in that vaguely devotional kind of way; still, he did not like to hear his beliefs, or at least his friend's beliefs, spoken about as being mere shadow puppets of something far bigger and darker. 

"Say now, you don't really believe in this Lilith person?" he asked, pettishly.

"Belief has very little to do with anything that happens in this world," Claudine said, quietly, "but if you are a smart little boy you won't ask too many silly questions while you reside in her domain."

It was not a week later, when Damian had grown bored of the forest paths that made their way around Arcadia, he ventured out on a tour to inspect of the farm buildings. Farms suggested to his mind a scene of cheerful bumpkinly bustle, with milk churns and smiling busty dairymaids in low-cut dresses with ruffles and teams of Clydesdale horses pulling things and rustic yeomen looking like they had just stepped out of a Bruegel painting. Here, though, between the cadaverous buildings, there was nothing save the slatternly owls and the blowsy cobwebs. Nothing could be heard from behind the warped and stained doors. The shuttered windows appeared dead. The stables were empty of the restless stamping of horses. All the farmyard sounds were missing: no roosters preening themselves in the sun, no drifting falcon turning and turning in a widening gyre, no rasp of a saw, no muted hollo from some beast of burden.

"Curiouser and curiouser," muttered Damian to himself, nervously.

The fact was, Damian was nervous. The world was full of small noises, weird songs and chatter and endless rustlings. He felt as if he were being watched, that same mocking hostility from unseen things that he felt lurking in the woods and the catacombs and the thickets. As he threaded his way past empty cowsheds and long blank walls, he started suddenly as a strange sound reached his ears. It was the echo of a girl's laughter, sounding both golden and dark all at once. Damian paused, but he could neither figure out who or where the laughter, if indeed that was what it was, originated from. Later that evening when he asked Claudine about it she said that she knew of no other girls in the neighborhood, that it was probably some local rustic having fun at Damian's expense. The memory of that echo, however, seemed to be one more indication that something queer and forbidding lurked in and about Arcadia.

During his days he was alone, for he saw very little of Claudine. She would go horse back riding with her friends when they came up from the City to visit. Whatever they did out in the woods seemed to swallow her up everyday from dawn until dusk. When she returned from her mysterious jaunts often she would be flushed and full of vigor. She would find her husband and then slide out of her riding trousers like a second skin.

"Pleasure me, my toy."

That would be his cue to lean ever closer to the Y her legs formed, until she would take his head in her hands and guide him to her clit. Damian Dastagna might have been a wastrel in every sense of the word, but her knew his way around a girl's nether regions. With tongue and fingers and nose and chin he would begin to lick and probe and taste and consume. Her cum would leave a shine across his chin. He delighted in her wetness and her scent, nibbling on her out-turned lips, tugging at her pink flesh gently. 

"Take your time, boy of mine," Claudine had said on their wedding night, "but makes sure you swallow all of my cum. I want you to beg for this. I want this to be your new craving."

At times like these Damian was glad there were no servants in the house, for her moans and sighs, her screams and cries, shook the walls and once she got started they continued and continued, building from one orgasm up into another. At each her thighs and hands would grip Damian's skull and then relax in a gush, only to tense up once more as the next orgasm washed over her.

One day, following the direction he had seen Claudine take earlier that morning, he came upon an open space in a lonely orchard, further shut in by huge oak trees that grew all around. In the center of this clearing stood a marble plinth on which sat a small, bronze figure of a naked woman. It appeared to have been modeled after the 19th century Decadence movement: one of her hands had dropped down past her hips to caress the top of her kinky patch of hair. Her legs were long, tapering away into goat hooves. The statue's head was thrown back, eyes closed, her mouth frozen in an endless O of desire as she prepared for her flood-gates to burst just below the threshold of a god-like orgasm. 

Studying it careful Damian could see that it was a beautiful piece of workmanship, but what it was doing in an abandoned orchard confused him so much that he almost didn't notice the chalice and knife that had been placed as offerings at her feet. Was that ... gold? Damian stepped up to the plinth and peered inside the large cup, staring for a long minute at what looked like congealed blood caked the concave rim. With a cry of disgust Damian knocked the offending item angrily from the pedestal. Even as his hand made contact with it a strange wind stirred itself up, rustling the trees overhead and he shuddered a second time and did not know why.

As he strolled slowly homeward he found himself on a lonely pathway he had never seen before, though, truth be told, all pathways in Arcadia were lonely. He did not know what had possessed him to touch the chalice. Still, the damage had been done. Suddenly he stopped; for, gazing out from a thick tangle of undergrowth, he saw that a girl's face was scowling at him. It was a girl with an unearthly beauty: brown, exquisite, with mesmerizing black eyes. He stopped and stared. The girl's angry expression did not change the longer he stood there. 

"I say, hello?" 

Damian felt his legs buckle a little. The girl opened her mouth as if to speak but at that moment, with a cry of dismay, he broke into a run and fled. 

"I saw a girl in the wood today," he told Claudine, later that evening, "brown-faced, rather beautiful, but an orphan, I think. An orphan or a gypsy, I suppose."

"A gypsy?" Claudine echoed, "there aren't any gypsies in upstate New York."

"Then who is she?" asked Damian.

As Claudine appeared not to be interested in answering his question he shrugged his shoulders and began talking about his finding of the chalice and the statue.

"I suppose you know all about it," he observed, "you and your bulldagger friends. It's a harmless piece of tomfoolery, but what would people think if they knew of it?"

Instead of answering Claudine asked, "did you meddle with it in any way?"

"I, er, I knocked that cup away, sure," Damian said, feebly, watching Claudine's impassive face for a sign of annoyance. Then he added a second time, "it was simply disgusting. Blood? Whose blood was it?"

"I think you were very foolish to do that," his wife simply said. "I've heard it said that the Mother of a Mixed Multitude is rather horrible to all those who molest her."

"Molest?" cried Damian, a bit louder than he intended. "I did no such thing. Plus, all this talk about spooks and bugaboos is rot and stuff and nonsense!"

"All the same," Claudine said in her soft, cold-eyed tone, "I would avoid the orchard if I were you."

It was all rot and stuff and nonsense, of course, but in that lonely part of the world where unseen eyes were always watching and waiting, all Damian could feel was a gut-turning fear boiling away from deep inside of him.

"Er, Claudine," Damian ventured, after a moment, "I think we will go back to the City ... soon."

His victory in separating her from her queer habits had not been as satisfying as he had so expected.

"We? I don't think you will ever go back to the City," Claudine said. 

"Why?"

"O, just call it a feeling. Avoid the orchard from now on and I am sure nothing ... bad will happen," and she gave one of her unusual smiles, from which her got the nick-name of Creepy. It wasn't so much a smile as rigamortis.

The next afternoon Damian walked upon a different path, following a clear, narrow track that faintly reflected the mottled sky; but wherever shadows fell from branches overhead he felt the world as dark and deserted. He felt blind. All around him nature was showing its secrets -- silent meadows wide-spread, golden quiet flora, lofty kingdoms hidden among the leaves and hills -- if only he knew how to read them. As he walked a change began slowly to declare itself. A bird cried suddenly, then was still. A light breeze sprang up and set the silver leaves and ivy to rustling. 

Damian abruptly stopped, amazed, listening with an aroused intentness.

"What is it?" he wondered, his head turning this way and that. "So terrible and strange and new."

He held his breath, unable to hear anything for several beats of his heart.

"No, is it passing overhead? It is fading, I shall lose it," he moaned.

In silence Damian walked steadily on, breathless and transfixed, pushing through blossoms and scented undergrowth that led to where he did not know, until at last he stood in a little clearing of a improbable green. It was the orchard of the day before and as he stood there Damian felt suddenly a great fear fall upon him, a fear that turned his soul to sand, that bowed his head, that rooted his feet to the ground. 

It was no panic terror, as his grandmother would say, but it was a fear nonetheless. A childish fear. A fear that all sexual creatures must face at the moment that they are transform from their vestal state into that of knowledge. Whatever was there, in front of him, had struck him and held him and, without seeing, he knew it could only mean that some terrible presence was very near. 

There was a rustle all around him, the vague sound of a body pushing its way through the bracken, the slip-slush of finger fucking and trembling, he looked up, flushed and holding his breath for fear of what he might see. He looked into the very eyes of the First Mother; saw the backward sweep of her curved horns gleaming in the noon-day sun; saw the Babylonian nose between the sensual eyes that were looking down on him mockingly, while the puffy, full lips broke into that same half-smile, half-leer that his wife used when he said something especially funny. He saw the tawny muscles on her legs and the naked large, milky breasts tipped with ruby nipples. He saw the long supple fingers still sticky from self-pleasure and suddenly there fell a terrible noise upon the orchard -- a woman in labor, a woman in pleasure -- a cry that was both heavy and fertile and absolutely loathed to be interrupted. A noise which closed in around Damian and consumed him, the way water consumes a drowning man.



Trespassor



I have a vehicle fetish.

No, not sports cars or motorcycles. Those would be the 'jocks' in my mind - people whom I've never cared for. I'm talking about the big rigs. Those ominous worker trucks or semis. The loud banging of the garbage truck working around the cul-de-sac always made my showers with the massage head more enjoyable. Driving behind a semi always made me feel safe. The enormity of an 18 wheeler made me smirk coquettishly. Such power, such force. Speed doesn't matter, after all, once you get there, what else is there to do? It's the getting there that's the fun part. 

Getting there as loudly and forcefully as possible.

The vehicle was only part of the image. Then you have the people. Dirty and rugged, scruffy with relaxed - but hard working attitudes. Men who love working with their hands, men who have a shop towel hanging from their belt loop for the inevitable 'just in case'. Usually wearing loose jeans and a dirty tank top or worn out t-shirt - something that shows off their strong arms.

Masculinity. Strong. Powerful. Not easy to push over or around. Not easy to push at all. Security. Space. 

I've wondered into an abandoned semi trailer... The smell of the slats of wood around me. The smell and feel of emptiness and enormity surrounding me. It's a warm spring day, this trailer is parked in an open field I've come across while jogging one day. I haven't seen anyone around it for weeks and decide to take a peek. Even though the cab is still attached, I'm fairly certain that no one's 'home'. Curiosity is controlling my body now anyway. Curiosity is ever the optimist - nothing bad will ever happen. 

I stand inside the trailer, looking around, looking up, seeing how much space there is between my feet and the ceiling. I step further in - breathing deeply, breathing in cedar and the breeze wisping in and through and out. I turn around to look out. I look out into the empty field, I can't see the road from the angle the trailer is parked. I start thinking about all the things I can do with this space if no one shows up for a couple more weeks. 

"I could commandeer it as my own, it looks basically abandoned anyway. Who would leave it open? If they cared about it any more they wouldn't leave it open for the weather to destroy it. I'll close it when I leave, yeah, I'll be doing them a favor. I'll have a nice place to get away and be by myself... maybe bring a few books and sketchpads. No harm, no foul." 

Just then something catches my eye on the back wall, the bottom left corner. I bend down to see what it is, four vertical lines with one slashed through it. There's a few rows of these: ||||\ ||||\ ||||\ ||scoreboard of sorts, one you'd see on a prison wall. I look on the right side of the trailer to see if there's anything there and there's only two lines ||. What could this mean? Maybe how many deliveries the driver made or how many promotions or... 

All of a sudden I hear the roller coaster roll of the trailer door closing behind me - a ways behind me. I turn around just to see the last glimpse of dusk be squeezed out to leave me in perfect darkness. 

"HEY!!!" I shout, running for the door, "I'm in here! Let me out!" I start banging wildly on the door; a part of me not really believing this is happening. I hear the engine roar up and the trailer starts to move. I sit down close to the door and hang on. 

I start to smell the diesel fuel and can't help but listen to the wheels grinding against the field's grassy floor. I'm scared about what's going to happen, but even I can't deny the excitement and warmth between my legs. The relief that I put on my favorite thong and sports bra when I left. The sports bra was one of those fancy expensive ones that feel like silk on the outside - a deep red with a crimson lining. The thong was the one that came with it, I liked to wear a thong instead of normal underwear because my workout pants were too tight and the panty line always showed through. I had been working out regularly for the past few months and was really starting to see results. My stomach was almost flat when I woke up in the morning, the curve of my midsection was proportional to my perky bust and round, shapely ass. My arms were toning up and so were my legs. My neck was small and dainty, emphasizing my feminine jawline. My face looked more proportionate too, my blue green eyes and smile seemed bigger and brighter. I looked pretty damn good in general and felt confident. While all of this was going through my head suddenly I had the thought, what the hell am I thinking?! This isn't pretend! I really am in a truck driven by someone I don't know! I'm in real trouble!

The truck started slowing down, I heard the breaks and the release. We had parked. I tried not to panic, I crouched down close to the edge of the door, ready to bolt as soon as it opened. I wasn't sure it was the best option, but I didn't really have a lot of ideas. I made sure to be on the side opposite the chain to raise the door was on so he would be busy doing that while I ran - I didn't count on there being more than one person.

I could hear him pulling the chain up - I was on my toes ready to jump out. When the door was raised

sufficiently, I slip out like a cat escaping, only to be caught by a very large 'Larry the Cable Guy' man.

"Well lookee what we have here, fellas!" He said as I struggled and squirmed to get away. "I believe this one's yours, Jack." With that he pushed me over to who I assume is 'Jack'. 

I wasn't paying too much attention to the people, I was trying to figure out where I was and how I would describe it later... but before I could take too much in, a gag was slipped over my mouth and tied muffling my screams. A black bag was put over my head and the drawstring pulled tight against my throat. I kicked and flailed my arms, but his hands were holding my wrists behind my back and from being against his chest, I could tell that this man was beefy and muscular. Soon I felt a rope tying my wrists together. 

All of a sudden I wished I hadn't worn my favorite underwear. I wished I hadn't lost weight or looked good at all. I wished I hadn't picked up jogging or loving the outdoors. I also wished I wasn't wet between my legs and hoped to god my horny scent was going undetected. I wished I didn't feel a little bit of satisfaction for being 'chosen'. I wished that satisfaction wasn't pressing against me from behind, I wished I couldn't feel the hardness through my thin workout shorts.

He dragged me backwards and handed me off to someone while I heard him jump up into the trailer. These men didn't talk much so I didn't have much of a clue as to what was going on. I gnawed on the diesel smelling cloth half-hoping I would wake up or get out of this somehow. Another man picked me up and handed me off to the man in the trailer who picked me up by the arms. I decided to go limp to make it harder for him to move me, but all of my 104 pounds was hardly too much for him to move, he tossed me about like a rag doll. I felt myself flying helplessly through the night air into...a pile of blankets? Something soft broke my fall and I was glad for it. I landed face down on what felt like a mattress. I was grateful for a cool breeze - it must have been around 9 by now, I could tell it was dark and it was cooling down. My adrenaline was ramped but at the same time I felt cold. I could tell my nipples were hard by the way they hurt when I landed on them.

Silence. 

Foot steps.

Large, clunky work boots coming towards me. I could almost hear him grin. 

There was a camp fire outside, men drinking around it. I could smell heavy liquor whenever he exhaled. I felt him closer to me, shuffling his feet. He wasn't very drunk, just tipsy. He leaned over putting his enormous hands on either sides of my shoulders, smelling my hair, my scent. I froze in fear and pulled my breath inward, pulled everything inward. Pulled my legs together and attempted to crawl out from under him.

"STOP!" A heavy hand fell on my back and pushed me down, my face smothered in the blankets. I turned my head to the side. His fingers met my cheeks and brushed along the gag through the black bag. He undid the drawstring and slipped the bag off. I tried to look at him, but the lighting wasn't right. We were too far in, he could see me but his face was shrouded in shadows. He touched my lips with his fingers and I knew what was coming. 

He rolled me onto my back, onto my bound hands which pushed my whole torso forward. He pulled out a flask from his back pocket and unscrewed the lid. He pulled a small pocket knife out in the other hand. He slid the gag out just enough to poor at least a shot of whatever it was into my mouth and then quickly replaced the gag.

"Just in case you were thinking about going anywhere, this will slow you down quite a bit."

Whatever it was, it burned, I coughed until I could breath again then I realized what I was hearing and could see his silhouette moving. 

He was pleasuring himself through his jeans. 

Then I heard him unbuckle his belt. Unbutton is pants.

The slats moved slightly as he fell on his hands and knees bracing himself above me.

I squirmed and tried to think of something, but then I started feeling my brain turn to mush. I felt my limps go weak and uncontrollable. 

I felt his liquor breath fill the corner we were in and tried to move my face, he grabbed my chin and kissed my lips through the gag. He sucked on my bottom lip and his huge hands wondered up and down the sides of my body. I was still trying to squirm, hoping he was more drunk than he seemed, but I had enough mind to know I would be much more drunk in a matter of minutes if I've already lost control of my legs. He seemed to like my squirming and held me still with one hand on my stomach. He had slipped his hand under my shirt when I was preoccupied. I felt the warmth and new this was a bad sign. His hand went up toward my bra and over my nipples. He ran his fingers over my nipple lightly with the one hand and then pinched it between his thumb and forefinger. I started thinking to myself: 

"Well, if he is going to rape me, as least he's gentle about it." 

I jinxed myself.

He whispered in my ear, "I'll wait until you can't do anything about it to be rough with you. You'll wish you never trespassed...now I get to trespass on you. And you'll be reminded of it everytime you breathe in. Everytime you swallow. This is your fault your here. You wondered on to my private property. If you want to see it that bad, I'll show you my 'private property'. "

I panicked, he saw it in my eyes.

"Oh that's a good girl, be scared. you should be. You won't forget this night if you live through it."

I tried to squeeze my hands out of the ropes.

"Let me help you, sweetheart."

He flipped me over and unlatched my wrists from each other, but the ropes were still on. He flipped me back over and lifted me by the waist to move me up futher into the truck, further up the mattress. My limbs were weak and I tried so hard to fight back, but I couldn't. I felt paralyzed.

"You see, the best thing about this is I am in complete control. I'm not sure if it would be better if you could participate... hookers like it, but there's something about the fight, the struggle... or the sedation in your case." '

He slipped my shirt off and took off my shoes and socks. He ran his hand up my leg and laid beside me.

I couldn't help but let a few tears escape as he touched me, as I thought about what was coming.

He saw the tears. I felt his dick get harder against my thigh. 

"Oh yeah, baby. Good raw emotion. Keep that in, you'll need it later. To scream from the pain."

He squeezed my thigh in his hand, I yelped. He pushed me over onto my stomach. I tried to scoot away and he smacked my ass. It stung and burned, but not as much as what was about to happen.

He stood above me, I heard his pants drop the floor. I could still hear the people outside around the bondfire carrying on. I heard the trailer door shut. 

An eerie whisper.

"I can see in the dark" 

His hand trailed up my inner thigh between my legs. My hands were free but I couldn't do anything with them, even still, he held both my wrists above my head and felt along my ribcage. He slipped his free hand under me to feel my nipples and then went back to the space between my legs. Rubbing through my thong he could feel the wetness.

"Oh, I see we have a slut here. Or is it just your youth? Are you scared or excited? Or both?" 

He smacked my ass again. 

"Even better for me."

He ripped my thong off with his hands and then tore apart my bra.

The room was spinning when I felt his flesh against me. 

He rubbed his dick between my cheeks and propped me up onto my knees. He found my pussy from behind and teased my pussy with it. I heard my juices on him, I felt him rubbing my labia with his finger. Guiltily, drunkingly, I started to relax. Then his strong hand met the side of my thigh with a jolt of pain and I was thrown back into reality, before I could scream, his entry knocked the wind out of me and my breath was taken. I felt him so deep inside of me it hurt, and he knew it. He pulled himself almost all the way out and then rammed back in, I bounced on the bed and forced my legs down to fall to the side as if it were accident. 

"Oh, that's the way you want to play?" 

He held my wrists up and latched the rope on some type of hook. From out of the dark he pulled restraints out and wrapped them around my ankles to keep my legs spread. We was suspended on top of me again. Looking into my eyes, he rubbed me. I closed my eyes as tight as I could but when I did, he slapped my nipples and told me to look at him. He rubbed me lightly and slowly then forceful and fast, and then back to light and slow. 

He removed my gag and I was relieved. My mouth hurt and I wanted to yell for help, but I couldn't. The alcohol had numbed my mouth, my larynx. When he realized this he leaned down and kissed me with his full lips. He smelled of jack and diesel. He shoved his tongue into my mouth at the same time his finger found my other opening. I squeezed my muscles to try to get him out, but he liked this. He lifted up and punched me in the side, a kidney shot.

"Slut."

He threw his legs on either side of me and mounted me from on top. Ramming into me, my body jolted up and down. I thought he was almost done when he slipped out and moved toward my face, his dick was in my mouth but I had no control, I was beyond drunk.

"Ah, limp as a doll."

He untied me and let my arms and limbs fall limp.Then he rubbed his dick on my lips while I gazed drunkenly up at him. I was convinced I was dreaming by now. I've had dreams like this before. I close my eyes for a time longer then a moment, then I felt his dick on my lips and I was able to move my tongue, or maybe it was his dick moving on my tongue. I tried to suck, but I couldn't. My last thoughts were a craving for those manly juices...

...I woke up with the sunlight in my eyes. I was laying on the side of the trail, no trailer in sight. I smelled of booze and my clothes were sweaty. How was I going to explain this one away? Oh well.. it was either a very good dream or something really wrong... either way, I was keeping it to myself. ...maybe next time I won't need the liquor.