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Bad Bet

By: billwells1



The notice read: Insufficient Funds- Your account is overdrawn, you have 48 hours to contact our office and make corrections...Linda was alarmed and frustrated. Dragging her slender fingers through her thick shag of black hair, the diamonds in her rings sparkling from the sunlight streaming into the breakfast nook. She sipped a little more of her afternoon coffee, fuming at the mistakes these computers make. 

Her husband Richard had a good job; his paycheck was always direct-deposited into the bank, and even her recent extravagant shopping spree should have left plenty in reserve. She noticed that the post mark was yesterdays and could not fathom why her husband had not taken care of this or atleast mentioned it to her to look after. She had just one day now to avoid further interest and penalties, so she punched the number into the phone. 

The bank manager was polite and accommodating, assuring her that there must have been a glitch in transmission, since Richard was always transferring money through their various accounts. 

To calm her slightly agitated nerves, she dumped her coffee and poured her second highball of the day. She fished a pill bottle from her purse and snatched-up one of the fashion brochures from the table and reclined on the divan. Linda has always been high-strung and easily upset. Nothing relaxes her like leafing through the glossy ads and plotting her next excursion to the mall. 

Surrounded by unopened packages and shoeboxes stacked on top of each other, she thumbed over the jewelry pages. A woman always needed to accessorize. After that, would be her favorite, Victoria's Secret. You never know what spark would capture Richard's eyes and re-kindle their flagging love life. 

He has been so distant lately, spending long nights at the business and turning their love-making into a compulsory exercise performed only a few nights a month. And these, only in the dark and under covers. As if they were mere strangers to each other. 

Was he losing interest, she worried. She was no longer a model but as she gazed down at her reclining form, even a self-critical evaluation couldn't find too many faults. 

Her photo-op face at age thirty-two, had some laugh lines and the trace of vague crows feet at the edges of her stunning Kelly-green eyes. It was once written that her sensuous lips were made to be kissed. And some more vulgar tongues had said that those full cheeks were built for blowjobs. 

Even laying on her back, those all natural 34Cs pointed skyward and her obscenely perky nipples poked forth from under any material, causing air-brush artists to scramble when she appeared in family magazines. She unconsciously strummed at the curly black hairs of her mound. Linda didn't like the shaved look, it hinted too much at pedophilia. So she kept a tightly trimmed yet thick patch of raven-black pubes. Her crisp, white shorts revealed the dark shadow at her "Y", and the lean hips had never birthed children. 

Her long well-toned legs had been her initial calling card, (until the tits developed,) and were still eye-catching in the four or six-inch heels she always wore. She wiggled her bare toes, today lacquered in hot pink and was pleased with the overall package. 

But why was her husband always falling asleep on the couch or burying his head in the sports pages like an overgrown kid? She flipped past some pictures of sheer bras and silk panties, contemplating her next purchase, when the phone rang. 

"Where's Rick?" An angry voice shouted into her ear. 

"Excuse me, are you looking for my husband, Richard?" She was shocked out of her lethargy and annoyed at his tone. 

"Rick, Richard, whatever you call him. Tell him to quit ducking me or there will be trouble. If I don't get paid by tomorrow, there will be a knock on the door!" Whoever it was, slammed the phone down on his end without further conversation. She was left staring at her own portable, and wondering if this had something to do with the bank snafu. An ominous feeling was roiling in the pit of her stomach. 

Linda shivered, goosebumps rising on her lovely, tanned torso. She quickly dialed Richards number and refilled her drink. Her lazy afternoon was darkened by that call. 

Richard was the managing partner in an upscale, trendy bistro. Linda had worked there a few months as a hostess but the "stress" was too overwhelming for her and her mood swings affected the other employees. The business catered to an elite crowd and was exorbitantly priced but, business was off. At the downturn of the economy, even the noveau-riche scaled back.

Linda never understood economics. Her big tits got her in, and her platinum card solved all her problems. The finances were Richard's domain. But why wasn't he taking her calls? She was told the first time that they had a banquet to prepare for. At her second call he was conducting a staff meeting. At about 10:30 he called with a brief message before he had to meet with an "associate." "Everything's fine Lin. Take a pill, go to bed. It'll be late when I get home." She hated when he condescended to her, and she considered it his duty to protect her and pay the bills. For that, one benefit was to have a pretty girl on his arm, the envy of women and wet dream of men. Also sex when he could, and the occasional blowjob. 

The next day brought mixed messages. Richard may or may not have come home last night. Either way he had not spoken or left word, and in the morning he was nowhere to be found. And her questions remained unanswered. This was not unusual behavior from him, but now it was disconcerting. But she couldn't let it interfere with her day. 

By late morning her arms were filled with the packages too important to be delivered. She met with the banker whose news was both confusing and disturbing, the numbers were not adding up. Then she headed towards the restaurant. Richard greeted her with a kiss on the forehead and a compliment on her outfit. He placated her with soft words and promised to meet her for a late drink after the evening dinner rush. Then he shooed her on her way. 

When she picked him up at the restaurant later that evening, he was waiting outside, anxious to relax and take a break. Her sporty, red convertible pulled up and he could see that she was dressed for action. Linda had on a dark green, cropped top, that accentuated her gorgeous tits, and showed off her firm, tight abs. Her dark mass of hair shone under the streetlights with sparkles added by her hairdresser, she hinted that there were more sparkles to be had. Soft white slacks dressed her long legs and finished with green open-toed stilettos.

Most of his cares were on the back burner as he sidled in next to her and they drove to a secluded lounge. All eyes were on them as they were led to a booth and after cocktails were served, Richard hesitantly began to speak. 

He had salt and pepper hair he wore slicked with gel. His once-handsome face was now lined and jowly. Richard always dressed sharp; tailored suit with matching tie and square, monogrammed silk shirt, and leather loafers. But the thick chest was drooping and his belt now measured in the forties. He still enjoyed his wife's appearance and liked ogling some of the young waitresses, but these days his thoughts were on his wallet and unfortunately that effected his libido. He started to explain. 

It took a couple rounds of drinks before the gravity of the situation registered with Linda. He was heavily in debt to a gambling boss. Thus the mysterious call, the bank letter and the house was mortgaged to the hilt. Even her credit cards would soon be rejected. 

The business downturn may recover. Minimum payments might soothe their creditors. But one problem could not be overcome with smooth words or payments, even if he had the cash. Their lives may truly be in danger. 

The bookie, a fellow named Smokey, was reputed to be a cold-hearted bastard who cared only about money and revenge. Richard had made a series of bad bets, compounding them by doubling-down and borrowing/stealing the money from the bistro. He was now broke, would likely be arrested and prosecuted, possibly divorced and the bill to Smokey was coming due. Linda was flabbergasted. 

It was quickly decided that they drive home, gather what they could carry, grab their passports and drive to the closest airport. Linda wasn't thrilled with this plan but the options were limited and Richard had always been the idea guy. They drove right on to the lawn and parked, the motor left running. They popped the trunk and planned to sell the car to the first, best offer. This would only take a few minutes. They were only grabbing cash, jewelry and travel documents.

They would not take chances with lights, no one needed to know or see them, this had to be fast. 

When the door opened there was instant confusion and terror. Atleast two men grabbed them in the darkened hall. Linda was tossed roughly on the couch, her hands and mouth quickly duct-taped and she was left incapacitated. Richard was hustled to a plain kitchen chair that had been brought to the front room. He too was secured and gagged, and an upright reading lamp was clicked on, it's bright beam illuminating him in an otherwise dark, shadow-filled room.

She struggled uselessly against her restraints and could only visually sweep the blackened living area. The curtains were drawn and all lights inside and out were turned off. Her packages had been rifled through and she spotted her jewelry box upturned on the coffee table, it's contents missing. Beside it on the floor, was their house safe. It had been pried from it's moorings in the upstairs floorboards and it's hinges were wrenched open. Nothing of value remained. 

She saw shadows moving in the periphery and could pick out hushed voices in conspiratorial whispers. She saw also that the liquor cabinet had been raided and apparently her underwear drawer had been tossed. 

Suddenly she recognized the voice from the phone call. "So Rick, you were in a hurry. I can only guess that you were on your way to my office with a bag full of cash. Is that it? You remembered that there was one thing more to do before beddy-bye. Huh? Gather up the 120 large you owe and bring it to me. Was that the plan?" When Rick mumbled something unintelligible through his gagged lips; the man in silhouette with the husky voice, snapped his fingers and a larger man on the other side, slapped Richard so hard across the mouth, that the chair teetered on two legs and his nose exploded with blood. 

Linda was terrified. In the extreme darkness outside the narrow beam of the lamp, the masked and gloved figures could only be discerned as eyeballs, teeth and menacing apparitions. She was fairly drunk and horribly frightened but adrenaline was coursing through her veins. Anxious and alert, she tried to get a grip on this incredibly threatening scene. Had he said one hundred and twenty thousand dollars? Richard mentioned to her "about 70k." She listened intently. The man with the husky voice renewed his interrogation. 

"Where's the cash Rick?" Another violent crack in the mouth and a spray of blood from her now, whimpering husband. The man tossed a drink in Richard's face and either the shock of it or the sting of alcohol hitting an open wound, caused him to recoil and shiver into his muzzle. "I'm going to ask you one question, and we'll take off the gag for you to answer. Just tell me where the money is and we leave, got it? Any other answer might upset me."

Linda could tell that one man was asking questions, that must be Smokey. And another, large and strong, was doing the hitting. Atleast one more was behind her, two strong hands gripping her shoulders and holding her in place despite her adrenaline-fueled struggles. Though that charge of energy was fading fast. She saw Richard trembling, his white shirt now wet and blood-stained. His thin, wet hair, laid limp on his sweaty face, the left side becoming horribly, frighteningly distended and his eye swelling shut. 

The tape was ripped from his lips, letting loose another stream of blood and he gasped for air. His chest heaved and his dilated right eye darted from one ghostly figure to the other. "Well where is it?" The husky voice demanded. "I know the bank account is empty and the bar has questions for you, too. We've been all through this house, it ain't here. So this is it. Answer me or we'll hurt you. Where's my money!?"

"I haven't got it," he sputtered and instantly took another sharp crack to the face. Only the chair banging against the wall kept him upright. When Linda saw his face recoil, she could see that his nose had been knocked off-center, and again the dark, red blood began to flow. She hurt inside for him and wished she could alleviate his pain. Nothing was worth this. Richard coughed, he spit out blood and saliva and tried to form an answer. "I can get it, Smokey. I just need a couple more days." He cringed as he said it because he could sense the vicious arm swinging towards his face one more time. This awful crash dislodged some teeth and set loose a terrible moan as he seemed to lose consciousness. Someone threw another drink in his face, this one smelled like beer. Then the voice said, "that's enough, shut him up again and we'll try something else." He muttered, "...A few more days, you mother-fucker, a few more days. You been say'n that for months. It's time to pay up, Rick." 

A second light on the lamp was switched on and aimed in Linda's direction. Her black hair, damp with sweat, was grabbed roughly and she was tossed on to the carpet in a small, bright circle of light. Her leather pumps were scattered as she landed awkwardly. With her hands tied, she hit the floor hard. Her chin was scraped while her hair flew in all directions, the spot light catching the sparkles in her locks. Her tight pants ripped instantly at both knees, bloodying her shins. Her toes, painted a deep red like her lips, were digging into the rug trying to steady her. The green half-shirt rode up her body revealing a sheer pink quarter-bra that barely contained her tits. Her bare belly was laying in a damp puddle of water, beer or worse. The nasty liquid was wicking into her pants. 

"Okay honey, your name's Linda, right?" She hesitantly nodded, as she tried to make out the figure of the man hidden in the shadows. From her knees, she was forced to look up into a blinding light; it's beams caught the swirl of dust motes and the vapor of liquid, yet to settle. In a hazy outline he appeared stocky and set firmly on his heavy legs. The other one was taller with broad shoulders and he did the hitting. The third man behind her grunted a lot and rubbed her back and ass in a creepy, chilling manner. 

They all wore black clothes and masks so they blended into the darkened surroundings. "Linda, we're going to untie you and remove the gag. We have no desire to hurt you if you help us. I think you can see that running, yelling or fighting would be hopeless and only get your husband and you injured, do you understand?" She nodded again, her sweaty hair plastered to her face and nervous moisture bathing her body. She involuntarily shrieked as the tape was torn off and her hands released. The man behind her yanked her up on her sore, bloody knees. Then one hand took a firm grasp on her shiny, black mane, directing her to peer into the light. The voice said, "Linda tell me where the money is." She was allowed to speak. 

Her body shook with fright, racked with nervous spasms and the tears streamed from her lovely green eyes, streaking her round cheeks and dripping from her rug-burned chin onto her chest and then the carpet. "I don't know. I never knew anything about it," she stammered when permitted to reply. He told me he lost it all."

"Are you lying to me, bitch. You saw what happened to Rick. Something worse can happen to you. The money is missing! I know he had it! Tell me now!" She was getting the idea that she had been lied to also. Did he still have the money? Would he let them hurt her? My Gawd, they won't hurt him, till they get it. But they might kill me. 

The crying started in earnest and her body slumped to the floor. From her misty lashes she caught a movement infront of her and then felt herself being lifted by her belt loops onto all fours. Her face was forcibly pressed to the soggy floor. And the short shirt, damp and dirty, was pulled over her head. The pink bra was unsnapped and both articles were tossed in a pile on the floor. She struggled to grip the carpet with her fingers and toes as her trousers were wiggled past her hips and shimmied down her legs, the pink panties bundled along with them. The pants were pulled off her legs leaving her splayed naked, belly down on the wet rug, shivering from fear and nerves. 

A powerful hand reached between her thighs, cupping her pussy and hoisting her back up to her knees. Her lower back was pressed forward, the dark hair falling in her face. The "violent guy" gripped her wrists. She felt the brutal thrust of a hard, thick cock ramming into her tight pussy and a vice-like grip around her waist. The man behind her started to drive his enormous cock into her aching cunt. Her big tits wobbled as she was repeatedly banged from behind. The grunts and moans spilled from her mouth as she fought any urge from her body to enjoy this. Her humiliating plight was heightened when she had to look into the wide-eyed gape of her husband.

"I'm going to ask you one last time, Linda. Where's the money!?" 

"I swear to you I don't know," she answered with a desperate, hopeless look. She felt awful for even thinking Richard could be holding back. He would never allow this to happen. That look said it all. 

"No more talk, no more nice guy." It was Smokey. He grabbed a handful of her hair and suddenly plunged a thick, stubby cock between her lips. "Suck it Linda and feel my man fuck you. We're going to get our money's worth out of your pussy if that's all that's left." He fucked her mouth and called her a slut and a cunt, then he caught a glimpse of Rick from the corner of his eye, and spotted an unusual expression on his face. Linda had too much going on to notice. Her jaws were forced wide and his balls thumped against her chin. With no gentleness or kindness he slammed deeper and harder into her mouth. 

From behind, the same awful feeling was filling her snatch. One end drove her forward, impaling her pussy on his big cock. The other end pushed her back, choking her with the thick monster inching down her throat. Smokey waved his hand again towards the man near Richard.

"Look Linda," came the deep voice of the "violent one." He had a knife in his hand and Linda gasped, sensing her predicament. She feared that this was now the end for them both. Linda's mouth was full of cock and she wanted to scream. Richard was still gagged and could only wince, when they both saw the gleaming, steel blade plunge into Richard's pants, just below the zipper. She and Richard were both certain that he was about to be castrated right here in their living room. 

Instead the knife left a yawning hole in the crotch and amazingly, his big white cock sprang forth, stiff and shiny, with cum droplets at the tip. Linda was momentarily stunned. She had not seen his cock that solid and erect in years. "Whadaya think, Lin? Rick's getting all excited watching us bang away at you." She stared transfixed at her husband. He couldn't move and couldn't talk but there was no way to deny or hide his obvious arousal. 

She forgot for a second what was happening to her and was captivated by Smokey's narration. "He's gett'n off watching us fuck you. Each one of us is going to fuck you and stick our cocks in your mouth and Rick is gonna have the best orgasm." It was gross but undeniable. She felt a sudden slap on her ass and a warm cream filling her insides as her rapist pounded into her hot cunt. She could not turn away from Richard's face and his bobbing. shiny cock, only two feet infront of her. He was turned-on watching as the "violent guy" took his place behind her and Smokey began to grunt and push. 


Bad Bet



"Aaaagh." He let fly a hot stream of cum. Spurting down her throat and filling her cheeks. She swallowed what she could and gasped for air as the overflowing liquid oozed from her red lips. The thick cock, now abit less rigid, slapped against her cheeks as he lectured her. "Look Linda, He's ready to shoot watching my sweet cum drip down your neck. Have you ever seen his cock so hard? Did he ever tell you that he wanted to watch you being raped?" 

The first guy to fuck her now brought his mammoth cock to her lips, which opened willingly and hungrily engulfed him. "Violent guy stepped between her legs and proceeded where the other guy left off. His big hands reached beneath her and tugged at her swaying tits, greedily pulling and pinching her nipples. He dipped his cock into her soaked snatch long enough to grease his pole and then brought it to the puckered entrance of her ass. She felt more violated by Richard than anything these men were doing. Her ass relaxed enough that her new rapist could squeeze inside and then quickly shoot a tremendous load into her virginal backside. 

Along with her pussy juice she could taste the flavor of a second cock forcing it's way against the back of her throat. And the sticky, gooey one that just left her ass was waiting impatiently to be sucked, too. All the while, Richard's tool bounced and bobbed in his lap. The veins were distended and the bulbous head a slick purplish-red. 

She saw now that despite the break-in and rape, the robbery and embezzlement and the probable loss of their home and dissolution of their marriage; Richard was about to cum watching her get gang-banged. 

The filthy image of this was too much to comprehend. She was aware that there was a cock in her mouth and another in her cunt and she could not even keep track of who was where. Her naked body was kneeling on the sloppy rug, in a puddle of mixed cum, with three strangers taking turns at her mouth, pussy and ass; and her beloved husband, less than two feet away was excited for all to see and ready to blow a gasket. Linda felt a new burst of sperm flooding her throat, it was the big guy, holding her ears and driving into her. Behind her, it must have been "Third guy" drenching her sore ass with another blast of his hot jizz. The cock in her mouth pulled out, leaving long strings of a saliva/sperm concoction that stretched from cock to lips. More strands hung like vines from her chin and drops plopped onto her globes covering her nipples and areolae. Then it started, her body shook, her pussy vibrated and there was no doubt she was about to loosen a long suppressed, thunderous climax. 

One of them held her hips and slammed into gaping ass. He pounded and roared as he filled her brown hole with another gallon of his sticky cream. She responded by screaming and moaning like she was enraptured. The men watched as Linda's body writhed and trembled with deep animal urges as her mind came to grips with this experience. She rutted on the floor, yelling for them to take her harder and deeper. She begged them to use her in all their vile ways. 

At that moment as her body spasmed in ecstasy, Richard's cock exploded. A geyser of his hot, sticky cum shot forward onto Linda's face and tits. Like a pressure valve releasing, the warm fluid spurted in great waves, one after another. Streams of his milky goo painted her body with a pasty gel. Without holding or rubbing it, Rick's rod emitted a gallon of molten cum in two-second flurries. Still gagged and tied, he had no control as he flooded his wife in sperm. Only the last drop dribbling down his weakening shaft brought and end to the torrent. His cock then withered and laid limp on his thigh. His demeanor visibly sagged and his relief was obvious, even after all the beatings.

Linda was drenched, as if a vat of glue had been poured over her head. Her fingers worked feverishly at her clit to insure herself that she would not be the only one to not enjoy her degradation. While this obscene, frightening scenario had played out for the past couple hours, she had had some erotic moments but nothing to bring her to a truly great finish. It would take some totally taboo, over-the-top, filthy image to rattle her swollen clit. And the notion that her husband had relished the thought of three thugs wildly fucking her was painful to imagine.

That's when she saw Smokey. His upper body was still in shadow but his meaty hand was stroking his marbleized cock back to life. With the light in her eyes she couldn't be sure, but she would swear that he winked at her. "This one's for Linda," he said. He ripped the tape from Rick's mouth and forced his cock inside. Rick was stunned. He struggled and squirmed but it was to no affect. With a couple of short, quick jabs, Smokey flooded Rick's mouth with a stream of syrupy, white cream. 

Smokey withdrew and surveyed the room. Rick was a beaten, vanquished mess. He was lathered in all manner of smelly, dried fluids. Linda was curled-up in a ball, her body still shaking; the remnants of her final, awesome orgasm, brought on by a gangster forcing her husband to suck his cock.  

The guys gathered their clothes and gear, turned out the lights and headed for the door. Linda heard Smokey say, "Time to go. We got everything there was left to get out of this place and we taught that mother fucker a good lesson." Then the door closed.

Linda chuckled alittle as she rose from the floor, "My sentiments exactly!" She stuffed her ripped panties in Rick's mouth. Then headed upstairs for a shower. She still had her rings and her passport, and the little red sports car was still on the lawn. "I'll untie him before I leave." 

The End.



Bad Betty



When my wife Karen and I married in the late 1960s we couldn't afford to buy our own home. I'm Rob by the way. I was 23, Karen was 21, and although we were on the local council's housing list we knew we might face a long wait for our own place. I was a Londoner but I'd moved to Lancashire to be nearer my beloved Manchester United and my folks lived down south. Karen was a local lass, so we did the only thing we could and moved in with her mum. 

I already knew Betty well as all three of us worked at the same car factory. Whereas Karen took after her father with a slight build, mousy dark hair and a shy nature, Betty couldn't have been more different. She was 45, a couple of inches shorter than me at five-eight, with huge tits, a big arse, a mass of wavy shoulder length hair, coloured copper red from a bottle, and large but shapely legs which she was proud to show off in short skirts that scandalised many a woman the same age as her. Betty had a personality as big as her body: she called everybody 'love', at work her raucous laugh and loud voice would ring out across the factory floor, sometimes even above the sound of the machinery, and on a Friday night at the works club she could sink pints of ale with the best of the blokes. She wasn't beautiful but she certainly had striking looks, with piercing blue eyes, a long sharp nose, a dimpled chin and big naturally pouting lips. She wouldn't have been seen dead outside the house without her 'slap' – eyes daubed in mascara, cheeks awash with blusher and lips fire engine red with lipstick. Her husband had been killed in an industrial accident when Karen was eight, and because of the way she dressed and looked Betty had attracted a reputation as being a bit of a good-time girl with the lads, but I never saw any sign of it. Well, not until the day when...

Betty's home was a tiny mid-terrace two-bedroom council house and felt tiny with the three of us sharing it. Fortunately she and I got on really well, with a sort of jokey relationship in which we would often tease each other. We also had a similar wicked sense of humour that Karen didn't really seem to share. In fact she used to get irritated with her mother, and our situation, far more than I ever did. With the place being so small there were times when Betty and I would find ourselves passing through the same doorway at the same time, our bodies rubbing together, but I never really thought about it, just taking it each time as an innocent accident. That's not to say that feeling her boobs pressing against me didn't make my cock twitch, but I just quickly turned my mind to something else; after all, she was my wife's mother, and she'd never given the slightest indication that she saw me as anything but a pal.

Naturally Karen and I often retired to our bedroom for a bit of privacy, and inevitably she was soon pregnant with our son. It was a warm summer that year, and as her condition developed Karen started to become increasingly moody and went right off sex. Naturally I was sympathetic to her and, being a fairly easy-going bloke, I put up with her long silences, her snapping at me and her tearful apologies. I can't pretend it wasn't a frustrating time for me though. Betty soon got fed up with her daughter's irritability, and after a few months the pair of them could barely exchange a civil word, and several times I found myself acting as peacemaker.

One Sunday morning, when Karen's pregnancy was at about five months, I got up early in the morning to go to the loo. The bolt on the bathroom door had recently broken and didn't work properly; I slid it across as best I could, but in any case I wasn't too worried as Betty normally slept late on Sundays and I had no reason to think she'd be up and about for hours. So there I was, sitting on the toilet having a nice relaxed crap, when suddenly the door burst open and in walked my mother! I'd only been wearing a towelling dressing gown, which I'd dropped to the floor, and blushing furiously I dropped my hands between my legs to hide my wedding tackle. Betty was also wearing a dressing gown, which reached her ankles, but didn't seem the least bit embarrassed by her intrusion on my privacy. Nor did she show any sign of leaving. With a cheery smile she said, "Don't mind me, Rob love, I'm going over to see my Auntie Doreen in Blackburn today so I need to get a shower if that's okay."

Before I could say it wasn't really okay, and couldn't she wait just two minutes, she'd shrugged off the dressing gown, stepped naked into the bath tub with her back to me and turned on the shower fixed to the wall over the bath. I felt very self-conscious wiping my backside with her standing there but she seemed to be entirely ignoring me. Unfortunately, even though I felt as guilty as hell, I wasn't able to bring myself to ignore Betty. I had a perfect view of her surprisingly slim back, pale with freckles across her shoulders, and her gorgeous bum. Just as I was pulling my own dressing gown back on she turned off the shower and stepped out, half-blocking my route to the door out of the tiny room. Still apparently ignoring me she started to vigorously dry herself, humming a tune under her breath. She lifted one of her feet onto the side of the bath, to dry her leg, and suddenly I had a perfect view of her pussy – not just her forest of ginger-brown pubes but the glistening pink slit between her meaty thighs. She was bending as she dried herself, her big boobs swinging free.

Well, I'm only flesh and blood, and I stood mesmerised by the sight of this glorious looking, voluptuous naked woman before me. I felt rooted to the spot and, even worse, within seconds I had the stiffest hard-on I could remember in months. Betty turned her head and stared right at it. Then, straightening and dropping her towel, in a husky half-whisper she said, "Oh dear, our Karen won't help you out with that, will she love? Well, I suppose it's down to me then." She reached out a hand and stroked the tip of my stiff cock with her fingers, making me gasp and it twitch enthusiastically. 

I tried to speak but my voice wouldn't work, and then it was too late. As I watched her in total astonishment my wife's mother dropped to a squat, wrapped a hand round my prick and sank her lips down its length. Her mouth sucking on me and her tongue tracing up and down the underside of my cock felt fabulous, and I rested my shoulder-blades against the wall and gazed down dumbly at the copper crown of Betty's head as it moved back and forth, and at the little nobbles on her bent back marking the course of her spine. Karen had never much liked giving me head, and comparing her technique to her mother's was like comparing my little motor scooter to riding in a Rolls Royce. She slipped one of her hands between my legs and cradled my balls, dragging the sharp points of her nails up and down my scrotum. Apart from tossing myself off it was the first sexual contact I'd had almost since the day Karen confirmed she was in the club; I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and started panting, trying to make the experience last as long as possible, but all too soon I mumbled "I'm cumming". Betty never batted an eyelid, just took my full length deep into her mouth and sucked hard as with a huge gasp I shot months of pent-up frustration down her throat. 

She continued to suck and lick my cock for thirty seconds or so, gently massaging my balls, then released me and stood. Grinning like a Cheshire cat she kissed me on the lips and whispered "There, that's better, isn't it love. You taste lovely. Then she stroked my cheek and wafted out of the bathroom.

In a daze, I followed a minute or so later, dragging my dressing gown along the floor behind me to the room I shared with my wife. Climbing into bed I snuggled up to Karen. She woke, snapped "Christ Robert, you're cold" and shuffled as far away from me as she could get.

After that the sexual tension between Betty and me was so thick you could have cut it with a knife, although Karen didn't seem to notice. I worked hard at making sure my mother and I were never alone together, although whether that was because I didn't trust her or myself I couldn't have said. On the following Wednesday though, as I was standing at the kitchen sink washing the dishes after dinner, I heard a floorboard creak behind me and a moment later I jumped as Betty's arms slid around my waist from behind me, her hands locking on my belt buckle and her breasts squashed against my back. Speaking quietly, she murmured "So Robbie, when are you going to fuck me?"

I tensed and, looking at her reflection in the kitchen window, started to say, "Betty, I don't think that's a good idea..."

Before I got any further she interrupted me. "Why not love? You can't tell me you don't want to. Her hands slipped down to my groin and I squirmed as her fingertips stroked firmly up my rapidly forming erection through my jeans.

Closing my eyes to try and concentrate my thoughts, I muttered "It's not right. You're Karen's mum."

She gave a throaty chuckle, and her lips actually brushed my ear as she whispered, "She's not giving you what you need...what you deserve...and I'll bet I'm a much better shag than she is. I'm on late shift next week: if you like I can have a word with Margie to make sure she fixes it so you are too. We'd have the house just to ourselves all day, every day." Alarm bells the size of Big Ben started to ring in my head as I wondered what Margie in Personnel would make of that, but Betty had clearly anticipated that thought. "It's Karen's birthday in a couple of weeks. I'll tell Margie that, being a typical feller, you've got no idea what to buy her and you need my advice."

Her fingers gripped the tag on the zip of my jeans, and I thought she was about to undo me and pull out my painfully stiff dick, but at that moment we heard a rattle as Karen brought some more crockery through for washing. Instantly Betty was two feet away from me. Showing a rare glimpse of good humour Karen said in a teasing voice, "What are you two up to in here?"

Betty chuckled and said "Your Rob was just asking me to get me tits out and I was telling him not to be a naughty boy."

Christ! I thought I was going to have a heart attack at that comment, but Karen just rolled her eyes, gave Betty a foul look and snarled, "Mother, don't be so disgusting."

I was like a cat on hot bricks for the next few days, my mind constantly turning to what might happen the following week. On Monday, after Karen had left for work, I walked down to the corner shop to get the morning paper and some milk. When I returned to the house and closed the front door behind me I heard Betty call from the lounge "Rob love, have you got a minute?" I walked into the room and stopped dead: the room was in semi-darkness, with the curtains closed and just a standard lamp on in one corner. She was lying on the sofa, feet towards me, wearing nothing but a see-through shorty nightie. Her large boobs with their big brown nipples were clearly visible, and her thighs were spread, completely exposing her pussy to me. Instantly my cock sprang to attention and I felt my face flushing. With a broad smile Betty reached her arms out towards me and said "We've got about five hours before we start getting ready for work, love. Just you and me."

Of course I knew it was wrong but I couldn't resist; after months of enforced celibacy I didn't want to resist. My pregnant wife had gone off sex and here was her voluptuous, all but naked mother offering herself to me. I lay next to her on the sofa and we held each other tightly and kissed passionately, our tongues wrestling in her mouth. With a free hand I squeezed one of her boobs through the nightie, and her fingers traced the outline of my cock. I traced my hand down her body, making her tremble as it passed across her belly, and found her cunt was already burning hot and soaking wet – I easily slipped three fingers inside her and she moaned with pleasure into my mouth.

It was pretty clear that Betty wanted me to screw her there and then, but I felt an urgent desire to taste her sopping pussy. I dropped to my knees on the floor beside the sofa and pulled her round so her legs were draped over my shoulders. Realising what I was about to do she gasped "Oh fuck, yes darling, please." Her beautiful pink slit, with a thin line of brown hair running either side, was inches from my face and the aroma of her arousal filled my head. I spread her lips with my thumbs, leaned in and ran my tongue the length of her gash.

As I licked her Betty whinnied like a horse. I didn't often go down on Karen because she gave me no feedback, just lay there silently until she came. Her mother couldn't have been more different. Her thighs were big and meaty but firm, and she locked them tightly around my head while I pleasured her, keeping up a constant stream of encouragement: "Oh God that's lovely, yessss, fuck Rob, you're good at this, ooh do that again..." I reamed her cunt with two fingers and sucked on her clit, flicking it with my tongue and teasing it with my teeth, occasionally allowing my tongue to venture deep inside her to taste her flowing juices. We were at it for several minutes before she gave a huge gasp like a steam train and her hips started heaving at me as she had a shattering orgasm, her thighs clamping on me even tighter. I loved the taste of her and continued to lick her for a bit before she pulled me by the hair back onto the sofa beside her and kissed me wildly, tasting herself on my tongue. With tears in her eyes she whispered, "Thank you darling, it's been more than ten years since any man touched me down there."

We lay kissing and cuddling more gently for a few minutes before she pushed me off her, stood, threw off her nightie, took me by the hand and almost dragged me up the stairs to her bedroom. We raced to tear off my clothes then threw ourselves naked onto the bed. Her hand wrapped around my stiff tool. Without a moment's hesitation I pushed her onto her back, pulled her thighs apart and thrust into her, fucking her hard and deep. We were both on a hair trigger and within seconds I shot my load, triggering Betty to another climax as she wailed with delight.

For a while after that I sucked on her breasts, loving her big spongy nips, while she purred and stroked my hair. I was soon ready to go again though, and she giggled with anticipation as I positioned myself between her legs. That time I screwed her more teasingly, varying my speed, strength and the length of my penetration, sometimes pulling almost entirely out until Betty was nearly begging me to finish her off. I obliged, gradually speeding up and driving deeper and deeper into her, my balls slapping against her, taking my weight on my locked arms and watching her face contort with pleasure as I fucked her. As she approached her orgasm she lifted her legs straight into the air and spread them wide, giving me maximum access. This time as she came she gave a series of grunts and writhed under me, her head swinging wildly from side to side, her hips rising up at me and her cunt muscles clamping on my cock. I finished off with three deep thrusts before I spurted what seemed like gallons of jizz into her. As she lay smiling blearily at me I lowered myself gently onto her cushiony breasts and belly.

After that first time Betty and I could barely keep our hands off each other. We took every opportunity to snog, fondle and fuck, and we became increasingly reckless. Looking back I find it hard to believe that Karen didn't suspect something was going on between us but she never showed any sign of it. Betty and I were even at it regularly in the lounge in the half-hour it took for Karen to have a bath upstairs. Either Betty would kneel in front of the sofa, resting her arms and tits on it, her skirt bunched up around her waist, while I shagged her from behind, caressing her gorgeous bum, or she would suck me off while I sat with my hands down her blouse kneading those glorious boobs. More than once at work we slipped off during our tea break to fuck in the men's toilet. Once or twice we screwed in the kitchen while Betty stood at the sink to do the washing-up, bracing her rubber-gloved hands on the taps, while Karen sat in the next room watching TV. And on one memorable occasion, while all three of us sat at the dinner table eating, I felt Betty's stockinged foot stroking my groin. I slipped my hand under the table and unzipped my fly, and for the next few minutes I tried to act normally while her toes stroked my exposed cock to climax. All the while Karen sat there eating, quite oblivious to what her mother was doing to her husband! That Christmas Betty gave me a new camera and let me take loads of photos of her naked – I still use them to toss myself off to to this day.

A few months after our son, Jason, was born the council gave Karen and me a flat of our own, on the other side of town to Betty. I told myself it was time to be a good husband and father, and that it was over between me and my mother. But after three weeks I was back over there, to her delight; we didn't even make it to the bedroom before she had my prick out, sucking me off just inside her front door.

Karen and I didn't have a happy marriage, and more or less as soon as Jason moved out to go to university we split up. I haven't heard a word of my ex-wife for nearly 20 years now. I carried on seeing Betty though, even after I re-married, almost right up to her death three years ago, in the care home she'd moved into. Even into her 80s she still loved stroking and sucking my cock in her private apartment, and frequently asked me to lick her pussy. 

One of the care assistants, a young Italian-English girl called Maria, walked in on us one day as I had my head between Betty's thighs lapping at her! Before I knew it Maria was visiting me regularly at my flat (I was divorced again by then) for me to fuck her. She was only 20 years old but enormous, at least a size 24 despite only being five-feet-two, and quite plain with a moustache. Not that her looks bothered me, a tight young pussy's always a delight and I loved shagging her doggy-style, her massive bum pressing back into me. I don't think she'd ever had a boyfriend, and she was so eager to please me that she let me do whatever I wanted, so soon I was fucking that lovely arse as much as her pussy. Maria enjoyed that too, and used to scream with delight as I shot off between her cheeks.

I'm on my own now, but I will never forget my beloved Betty and the hundreds of hours of sexual pleasure she gave me. My times with her were the most exciting moments of my life. Having said that, my experiences with my daughter and her mother were fun too – but that's another story!



Bad Biology Teacher



Jack Hardy got an itch in biology lessons. He taught the sixth-form and the curriculum was a problem to him. He tried hard to make the lessons come alive from the pages of the text book. Jack had often noticed how youthful and pretty the girls were in his class. They tossed their hair and wore the shortest of skirts. The tight t-shirts they wore hugged their pert breasts, leaving little to the imagination. Those who wore blouses wore ones practically transparent. Turning to the chapter on human reproduction, he became flustered and anxious. As the beautiful blond-haired girl at the front shifted herself in her chair, he could not avoid seeing a glimpse of black panties, and he began to think there was some conspiracy against him.

He asked the class to turn to page 29; half of them snickered, half were embarrassed. It was a full page spread of intercourse, in bold colours. For half an hour he had to talk about erection, insertion, and ejaculation. He had to talk about male and female fluids. He had to talk about climaxes. And all the time these eighteen year old women in the absolute prime of life, and at peak health and fertility, were sitting in front of him, just tossing their beautifully folded hair, and uncrossing their legs and rubbing them together, and constantly tugging down their tops that were bursting with full bosoms. 

His job was impossible. Some of them fixed him with untried bedroom eyes - completely inappropriately - they were still testing out their sexual attractiveness. And why not test it out on the middle-aged male teachers, in the safe environment of school? They were there to learn things, after all.

Jack's body was still hard; he had been an athlete in his own high school days. Now he had a kind of weather-beaten look. His wife was not interested in sex; and his life was a perpetual torment, from the long school day of girls making him ache to getting home and unsatisfyingly masturbating. But Jack's mind was still razor sharp, and he thought he had some kind of plan to improve the situation.

On this morning of the sex class, Jack tried to look past the blonde in the front row, and looked to a girl behind. Her name was Jennie. She was red-headed and finely-built; she could have been a model, but she had no self-esteem. He knew her eyes were piercing green. He also knew she, though very attractive, was exceedingly simple-minded. She could hardly tell a penis from a pituitary. Jennie was always having trouble with her studies; he had tried to help her before, but now he had a new idea. Just recently he had been getting the feeling Jennie might have been abused at home. It was from the way she reacted to some boys in the class, who were inevitably taking an interest in her. She was just kind of distant with them, emotionally, though she would do whatever they asked. If this was true, it would really help Jack's plot come along.

He spoke to her after the lesson, and asked if she'd like extra lessons in biology. He suggested it could help her technical knowledge of the subject. He would even teach her one-to-one. Jennie accepted cheerfully. She was worried permanently about her grades and he knew this. She was very keen to improve, and very grateful for him taking the time to teach her. Jack was pleased with himself: he'd even got her to come along willingly.

Jennie came to his office at lunch. Jack drew the curtains. 

"Now what I'm going to do is a little unconventional," he told her. "But it will so much help your understanding; you will know the stuff so much more thoroughly. I have tried to teach you from the text books, and with some students it just doesn't work. I'm going to teach you raw biology. When books fail, it's time to get physical. It's a perfectly acceptable secondary approach to teaching any subject, Jennie. It's the practical approach, and it works every time. Now take off your clothes."

Jennie was stunned, and hesitated.

"Do you want me to report to your parents that you're no good at following instructions, Jennie?"

"No, Mr Hardy," she replied seriously. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Hurry up and take your clothes off, and you'll see," he commanded, as if she were a child asking impatiently for some treat.

Jennie quickly undressed. Jack was immediately aroused. He could barely control himself. All day every day for several years he had had to endure the girls taunting him, and it was even worse if you taught biology. He sat in his chair and watched her. He felt his aching cock grow large. It swelled hard and hot, and tingled at the tip as her breasts tumbled out of her white bra and blouse. He suffered with an aching cock permanently. His profession must be one of the most frustrated in the world, he reasoned. He was always being turned on and then having no outlet for his sexual desire. But here, at last, in this dumb, mind-blowing girl, was a solution, was a release.

She stood looking steadily at him, smiling slightly. She really had no idea. He didn't know what went through her mind but he suddenly realised it was not a lot. He was going to take her virginity from her and she would thank him for the bonus tuition. He saw suddenly that his plan would work; she still considered him a helpful, kind, considerate teacher, interested in her own academic grades more than his own lunch break.

There was a plush deep red rug on the floor of Jack's office. It covered the space infront of the old-fashioned fireplace. He never lit a fire, but the office still had a nice homely log-cabin feel to it. It certainly didn't feel like an office at all. He told her to sit down on the rug. She did.

He pulled off his jumper and unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt. It was all he could do not to rip them off in his state of excitement. He just looked at her, and she looked back, keen to learn and completely unworried. She was completely naked, and ravishing to look at, in Jack's hungry state of mind. He removed his trousers. When he was standing in his underwear, his penis was a huge bulge. She looked at him questioningly. He told her to remember back to that morning's lesson, and that this was a man's penis. He removed his underpants, and his blood-filled erect cock stood proudly of its own accord. Jennie did now look slightly frightened at this vast new piece of exposed anatomy.

Jack knelt down on the red rug. He was opposite her, and he moved her legs gently apart.

"Now lay back and open wide." There was no point in foreplay; he didn't love her, and he wasn't interested in pleasing her. He only wanted to ram his cock inside some girl and fuck her senseless.

Jennie took a deep breath, and lay back as he advised her. Her legs were bent at the knee and as far apart as she could open them; she seemed to have understood that much. Jack shuffled forward. Her pussy was very pink and soft, and he could only see a tiny slit of an opening. He pushed his hard cock up against it. The end of his penis poked at the virgin entrance of her young body. He nudged the lips of pink pussy apart with his own cock and nearly went into spasm himself. He hesitated a little, his conscience barring him momentarily. Then he rammed in, and took her. He rammed as far as he could go in that first surge, but he only got a couple of centimetres of his shaft inside. He was far too thick for her. She was lubricated slightly, but extremely tight, and tense. She barely reacted to him thrusting his cock inside her, except to look more shocked, and start to writhe slightly being in pain on the end. She felt impaled, stuck on the spear of Mr Hardy's penis. But Jack was not even started. He waited a short while for her pussy to adjust to having this rock hard stick of cock shoved up her. Then, when he physically could push on, he did. 

He did not want to hurt her too much or make her bleed: there would be much more chance of her complaining and him being discovered if he did this. So he waited, forcing himself to go slow, and then, forcing her first-time tight pussy to take him in, whole.

He thrust in down deep. She was starting to arch her young body now, and twist against him. The more she squirmed, the more pleasure he got. He thought she was ok. He nudged out a little way then rammed manically back in, thrusting in and out.

She realised what was being done to her, and figured since it was happening anyway, she might as well try to enjoy it. He kept it up for a surprisingly long time, then just before he came, he slowed down thrusting, ramming, spearing her with his shaft, and asked her how she felt.

"I feel... full," she said, her tender breasts bouncing as her teacher rammed her.

"This is where I ejaculate semen into you."

"You are impregnating me, Mr Hardy?" she asked, merely curiously it seemed.

Just at that moment he made a final jam into her sweet tight cunt, and his balls burst. He flooded her inner vaginal passage with his male fluid, and came in long, hard, thrusting spurts. He sat there, stuffed right in, deep-down into his student, until the flow of his seed stopped.

He pulled out, so thankful for a proper fuck. He ached again but it was a much more rewarding ache. He had come a big load and he felt emptied. She had not come and he did not care. If she got pregnant it did not matter; it would be easily passed off as one of those boys, and her being too dumb to use protection and too stupid to remember who she fucked. That, or he was right about the home abuse in which case there would be someone else, worse, to blame also. No-one would suspect the friendly caring biology teacher of taking advantage of her.

Especially, since she said predictably to him: "Thank you so much for taking the time to teach me properly, Mr Hardy."

She said this as she was getting up and getting dressed. Cum poured out of her inflamed slit.

"I just hope you learnt something," Jack said. "I think you need some more practice, don't you?"

"Oh, yes," she agreed.

He told her to come back tomorrow. Jennie picked up her stuff and left, flashing him a dumb smile.

Jack was very happy and proud of himself. He had friends who would really appreciate this set up he had. It seemed any one of them could have her anytime, and she would just obey when he told her to "Get down and open up". And she would believe him that it was all for the benefit of her biology grade. It was a brilliant system, really a piece of genius.



Bad Blind Date Ch. 01



Lucia was shocked when her secret work-nemesis Casandra butted in on a conversation with her friend Sam with the offer of a blind date with a hot acquaintance of hers. She had overheard Lucia's woes of finding a guy who wasn't intimidated by her high-powered job at a top law firm, and quickly jumped in with a wide and seemingly sincere smile to offer up hr friend's number. Though they feigned friendship while in the office, Lucia secretly hated her equally talented and beautiful co-worker, and knew deep down that the feeling was mutual. Though trepidatious at first, Lucia warmed to the idea as Casandra extolled his many virtues.

"He's a very traditional guy." Casandra said with a grin. "A gentleman who knows how to treat a proper lady. He has a great job, lots of money, confidence, and a great smile."

"Sounds like quite the catch!" Lucia replied.

Casandra laughed her deep hearty laugh, conveying genuine joy.

"I haven't even told you about the rumoured size of his 'fishing tackle' yet."

"I don't really care about that." Lucia said, blushing slightly. She did care of course, but was loath to admit that in front of Casandra and Sam.

"Well I'll bet Adam changes your mind. He dated a friend of mine in high school, and she told me he was hung like a damn moose!"

Lucia laughed dutifully and pretended the flush of colour on her cheeks was embarrassment rather than arousal. Cadandra grinned when Lucia replied that she would give him a call.

Adam seemed utterly unsurprised by Lucia's call out of the blue, and quickly agreed to meet her for dinner at a local gastro-pub. Though he was not talkative on the phone, he voice had a deep, manly tone, and he was both polite and gracious. Lucia excitedly dressed to the nines in a tight blue cocktail dress and tall black heels. She curled her long brown hair, and applied sultry makeup that accentuated her dark brown eyes. Looking at herself in the mirror, she knew she looked like an overdressed and high maintenance woman, but she didn't care, knowing her curves would leave Adam in awe of her. She decided to forego a bra or panties in the tight dress, counting on her good genes to keep her tits perky.

If she expected Adam to be awestruck by her when she met him, she was disappointed. Adam seemed rather nonplussed throughout the evening in fact, talking very little, and asking only a few simple questions about Lucia's education, work, and hobbies. He had seemed almost disgusted when she admitted she couldn't cook, but his otherwise friendly demeanour, good looks, and charm kept her interested enough to carry on. Lucia talked nearly non-stop throughout the date, getting worse as she poured several glasses of wine into herself. Adam seemed to go the opposite way, growing more quiet as the evening wore on.

At the end of the night, Lucia realized that she had far too much to drink to drive herself home, and accepted a gracious offer from Adam to see her there. As they drove, she grew sulky, disappointed with her apparent inability to seduce Adam and make him a puppy dog panting for her pussy. Unable to contain her emotions, she began to passive-aggressively lash out at Adam, nagging him about his apparent distate for beauties such as himself, his driving, and even his choice to take the scenic route to her place just outside the city. Finally, after she commeted about the likely embarrassing size of his genitals, Adam snapped.

"Okay, this shit has gotta stop." Adam blurted out, the anger in his voice palpable.

"What the...?" Lucia demanded, a haughty look on her face, as Adam pulled the car over onto the shoulder of the deserted country road.

"I'm sick of you flapping your god damn uppity lips. I've got a better use for them." Adam replied as the sound of the tires on gravel died and he rolled to a stop.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Lucia demanded, her eyes bugging out in horror as Adam unzipped his pants right in front of her, pulling out a massive yet still flaccid cock.

"Fucking your stupid whore mouth." He replied. 

With an iron grip he reached over, grabbed and handful of her hair, and jerked her head down towards his lap. Guiding his cock in his free hand, he stuffed it into her mouth before she could say another word. Now using two hands, he began to jerk her mouth up and down on his shaft, jerking himself off with her drooling mouth, stretched wide around his thick shaft.

Lucia screamed aloud, muffled by his meat in my mouth. Her hands slapped ineffectually at his arms, but she was unable to drive him away, or pry his grip from her head. Rhythmically, inexorably, her mouth traveled up and down his hardening shaft in spite of her struggles. Breathless from her attempts to scream, Lucia's nostrils flared wide for air, which she soon found harder to come by as Adam's cock expanded further and began to plunge in and out of her throat. She gagged and coughed profusely, lubricating his entire length with her saliva as Adam mercilessly maintained his slow but deep pace.

Short of air, and exhausted from her attempts to resist, Lucia let her body go limp, and focused on relaxing her throat to avoid unnecessary and painful gagging. Adam seemed to take this sign as a provocation, and immediately pulled her down until her nose was buried into his stomach, holding her there, his cock deep in her throat. He held her till her eyes streamed with tears, her whole body was wracked with gagging, and her hands slapping at him once again. 

Satisfied that she was struggling again, Adam now held her head firmly in place while he began to thrust his hips up and down, fucking her mouth hard and fast. Grunting with exertion, the head of his cock suddenly exploded in her mouth, shooting cum alternately into her throat and mouth as he continued to thrust unabated. Lucia gagged hard, and felt warm, burning cum shoot from her nose onto her upper lip. Eventually, with no other choice, she swallowed as Adam paused for a moment to pull his pants down to his ankles, one hand firmly holding her head in place. Kicking off his shoes, he removed his pants entirely, and settled into his seat more comfortably.

Lucia quickly realized her ordeal was far from over as Adam's cock never flagged at all. If anything, it grew more steely hard following his orgasm, and she soon found herself gagging on its wide head once again. He did not start slow this time, but rather pulled her head forward till he was in her throat, and then rocked his hips quickly back and forth, pausing only occasionally to remove himself from her airway to let her take a few breaths before pushing her back onto him. After only a few more minutes of fucking her tight, squelching throat in this manner, Adam groaned again, dumping a second thick, salty load into Lucia. This time he shot it all right down her throat, holding her deep until he stopped convulsing. He let his angry-red and half-hard cock fall sloppily from her mouth, where it slapped wetly onto his belly. Pulling her head back by the hair with one hand, he grabbed her throat with the other, forcing her eyes to meet his as she gasped for air.

"Learned your lesson yet, you mouthy bitch?" Adam asked, eyes gleaming.

Lucia gasped for air, trying to calm herself and find something to say that would get her out of the hellish situation. She opened her mouth to speak, and found it suddenly filled with his sticky, salty, leaking cock again. She gagged instantly on the taste.

"I guess not. You Don't fucking speak you whore!" He yelled as he began to thrust into her mouth once more in earnest.

In short order, Adam was rock hard again, and he pounded away on her mouth without pause this time, leaving Lucia dazed and listless, unable to fight back anymore. This no longer seemed to phase him, as he appeared more than happy to simply use Lucia's mouth like a well-worn pussy. He throat now well broken-in, she gagged less often, though she still drooled profusely, soaking the car seat under his ass cheeks. Eyes red from lack of oxygen, and back growing sore from the twisted position he held her in, Lucia glanced up as he felt Adam begin to tense an impossible third time in less than an hour. His balls were so tight not that her chin bounced off them as he pulled her in on each down stroke. Finally, he pulled out, and rubbing his cock's length up and down her cheek, proceeded to cum all over her hair and left ear.

Lucia stayed silent this time, scarcely wanting to breathe as she waited to see what Adam would do next.



Bad Blind Date Ch. 02



After firing three loads in quick succession both into and on Lucia's face, Adam seemed to finally be somewhat satisfied. Absentmindedly, he began to stroke her hair as her head rested in his lap on the driver's side of the car, still parked on the shoulder of the lonely country road. He turned her head towards him, so that her right cheek rested against his sticky and flaccid cock, and her eyes could look up to meet his.

"I have to admit," he said groggily, "for an over-educated bitch, you sure know how to take a good mouth fucking."

Lucia, still somewhat delirious from lack of oxygen - and shocked by Adam's behaviour -was at a complete loss for words. Though an admittedly unabashed lover of cock, Lucia was far more used to being the one in control, be it teasing a cock with her mouth, or riding on it cowgirl style. Though her throat was on fire, her jaw ached, and her lips felt puffy and tender, she was momentarily impressed with herself for her ability to survive the worst of his oral onslaught. Though unused to giving up control of the situation, Lucia admitted to herself that her many hours deepthroating cocks in the past had certainly paid off and kept her from throwing up all over Adam's lap - an act that surely would have only spurred on further abuse.

"And those thick lips of yours," Adam went on in a complimentary tone, "were absolutely made for worshiping cock."

Involuntarily, and without thinking, Lucia pursed her lips in response to the compliment.

"That's it! Kiss it for me you slut. You love my fat cock, so kiss it!" A hard edge returned to Adam's voice as he began to recover from his post-orgasmic bliss. When she paused, looking up at him with big brown eyes rimmed with tears, Adam responded quickly with a light smack to the back of her head with his hand. "Do it slut!"

Lucia complied with his demand, and began to kiss his cock and balls, lightly at first with tiny pecks. Adam's hands returned to stroking her hair as he gave her verbal encouragement to match his now-gentle touch. He ordered her to kiss it more lovingly, and she quickly did as he said, without need to a corporal reminder. Fresh saliva mixed with the drying cum all over his shaft, and Adam began to grow hard again as Lucia lustily made out with his fat member.

"Moan while you kiss me." he ordered.

Lucia did as she was told, and moaned as she forced herself to worship Adam's thick fat cock - once again fully hard - with her mouth. She felt him twitch as her moans vibrated up his length, and soon his groans joined her own, and his hand became more insistent on her head, guiding her up and down the length of his shaft and balls. What started as an act began to take on a life of its own, and Lucia found herself beginning to grow moist despite her confusion and disgust at Adam's behaviour. Her natural instincts as a generous lover began to take over, and her moans became more sincere as her mouth - and pussy - grew wetter. To her dismay, Adam quickly picked up on her shift in perspective, and his response was immediate.

"I knew you were fucking into this, slut. All you uppity bitches secretly just want to be on your knees eating cock." he said with excitement. "Cassy was right, you were totally worth saving up a three-week load for!"

Lucia was frozen in place by his words, unable to comprehend them at first. The idea that Cassandra - Cassy as Adam called her - had arranged for her humiliation sent anger coursing through her veins, and she felt her face grow hot with shame. She was still pondering this reality as Adam opened the door to his car and stepped out before reaching back to grab a handful of her hair once again. Dragging her by her head, he positioned her on all fours, straddling the glove box between the two seats, her head just reaching the edge of the door frame. Pausing only to kick off his pants, Adam plunged his rock-hard manhood back into her mouth once again, and began to face fuck her mercilessly. 

This time, Lucia gagged fiercely as he pounded her, and streams of drool quickly snaked and bobbed their way to the pavement at Adam's feet. His cock felt longer, thicker, and harder than ever as he thrust home in what he had now decided was a willing mouth. His enthusiasm was obvious as he encouraged Lucia on, all the while never easing up the vice grip he held on the back of her head.

"Yeah! Fuck yeah! Take that cock you whore! Take every fucking inch you filthy slut!" he yelled into the cool night air. "Fucking gag on my big cock!"

Lucia squealed and tried to feebly slap at Adam's legs, but he seemed to take her motions and muffled screams as signs of encouragement, and sped up his thrusts - his own chest now heaving with exertion. His balls began to slap higher and higher on her chin as they tightened and he approached his fourth orgasm in a row. Lucia, despite her discomfort and anger, was none-the-less somewhat in awe of his virility as he began to pump jet after jet of cum directly down her throat without a word of warning. He gasped for air, and hugged her head tightly to his stomach as he spent himself inside her, staying perfectly still until his orgasm faded. 

When he let go, Lucia came up gasping, dizzy and disoriented from lack of air. He gave a sharp tug on her hair, and pulled her forward, causing Lucia to crawl towards him. Grabbing her by the armpits with his strong hands, Adam pulled her from the car bodily, and placed her woozily onto her feet. Lucia shivered as the night air seeped into her sweat and saliva-soaked skin.

"I think its time to unwrap my present." Adam said in a tone that suggested he wasn't open to reasoned debate.

Before Lucia could formulate any attempt at dissuasion, she felt Adam's hands grasp her dress in the front, on either side of her amply-displayed cleavage. She gasped in surprise as she heard a loud rending sound, and felt the flimsy material of her dress part and pull away across first her chest, then stomach, and finally between her legs as Adam ripped her dress off her like a 1980's wrestler. In shock, she tried to cover herself as her dress fell away onto the gravel of the road's shoulder. As she attempted to cover her breasts and pussy, she was intercepted by Adam's hands. Grabbing her wrists, he placed her hands at her sides and held them there while he inspected her up and down.

"Fuck you'll do nicely slut. You're going to make a fantastic plaything for the next few months until I get tired of you."

Lucia's gaze dropped in submission and humiliation with the knowledge that she was, for the time being, powerless to counter his statements. As her gaze drifted down, she found herself staring at his once-again impossibly-hard dick between his legs.

"I fucking like what I see." he said, "And this time I'm going to really make it mine."

Lucia yelped as Adam grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her knees on the hard pavement in front of him. Grasping her chin in one hand and hair in the other, he tilted her head up so that she was looking into his eyes.

"Suck on my balls, bitch." he commanded.

Lucia had little choice but to comply as he pulled her head in, and buried it into his scrotum. Lucia mouthed his balls, drawing them gently into her mouth one at a time, and licking them all over. Adam, meanwhile, amused himself by slapping the heavy and fat head of his cock against her forehead, alternating between slapping and stroking himself. Amazingly, he was one hundred percent hard yet again, a feat that caused a shiver of arousal to run down Lucia's spine. She moaned softly as she suckled his balls, and Adam responded by rubbing his sticky cock shaft across her forehead, back and forth like a windshield wiper.

"I'm going to fuck your sweet, wet mouth like a pussy." Adam blurted suddenly. "Fuck yes I am you insatiable slut."

Pushing forward with his hips, Adam drove his cock and balls into Lucia's face hard, the pressure knocking her back onto her bare butt on the gritty pavement behind her. She reached back with her hands to catch herself, but quickly found herself being pushed flat on her back on the side of the road, parallel to the traffic lines. Adam straddled her chest, slapping his long dick up and down on her tits and rubbing his head on her nipples while Lucia watched.

"Push your tits together for me slut." Adam ordered. "I want to fuck them."

Lucia reached up one hand on either side of her ample breasts and pressed them together to form a pocket around his throbbing meat. Adam groaned and began to thrust his soaking wet pole in and out in her cleavage, rocking back and forth with gusto. When Lucia put her head back onto the road and closed her eyes in an attempt to hide the naked lust she felt watching his thick member sliding between her breasts, Adam reached down with one hand and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back up.

"Watch me fuck your tits, whore. I know you love it."

Lucia whimpered as she felt him pulse against her warm skin, a distraction from the discomfort of the small stones digging into her backside. She wondered to herself how many more times he would subject her to his cum before he was finished for the evening, and found herself secretly hoping she would inspire him to a new personal best record. She soon discovered that she need not wait long for his fifth load, as she felt and heard a powerful blast of cum ricochet off of her chin to splatter between her open lips. Three more followed in quick succession, coating her mouth, neck, and chin with his slick fluid. Lucia moaned in unfeigned pleasure as its warmth and salty taste.

"I knew you would turn out to be a cumslut, Lucia." Adam said, rubbing the head of his against her face, smearing the cum on her lips.

Lucia licked it from her lips with relish, now savouring the taste of him. She was never-the-less surprised when she found his still-hard rod pressing between her lips as Adam shifted his weight upwards to mount her head. Without skipping a beat, he began to vigorously thrust himself into her mouth, gagging her with his still-leaking cock. Lucia tried to push him away and catch her breath, but she found her arms pinned to the asphalt by Adam's knees. She gagged and coughed around his shaft as he pumped himself into her throat, careless of her feeble struggling. Lucia felt warm wet saliva begin to run down her neck, and slather her cheeks and chin.

"Oh god you fucking whore. You take my cock so good. I fucking own this mouth." Adam groaned.

Her head pinned between his thighs, and her airway partially blocked with his massive tool, Lucia fought to suppress a feeling of claustrophobic panic despite the cool night air and open sky above her. Her fear was quickly replaced by a new one however, as she became aware of both the sound and flickering headlights of an approaching vehicle. Coming from the direction of her head, Lucia just managed to tilt herself back far enough to look past Adam's parked car and watch the twin beams of light rush towards her. For his part, Adam seemed spurred on by the car's approach, and began to pummel her mouth all the harder.

"I hope this guy likes watching me destroy you face, you slut." Adam said, pushing himself as deep as possible. "Gag on it, whore."

Lucia half-hoped the car would stop and help her from her predicament, but to her disappointment, it drove right on past, slowing only briefly to rubber-neck at their display. Adam waved to them, his smile huge as his other hand pulled Lucia's head up, impaling her on his meat. As the sound of the car receded, it was replaced by the sound of Adam's ragged breathing. Knowing what was next, Lucia braced herself, eyes closed, as Adam let loose a primal and wolf-like howl and shot his load directly down her throat.

Adam left his cock in her mouth for several minutes as he finally grew soft, and Lucia instinctively licked and sucked him clean. When he pulled out, he helped her wordlessly to her feet and ushered her back into the car naked, the torn remains of her dress left on the roadside. Adam seemed to be satiated at last, and in silence, he started to drive her the rest of the way home. As he pulled into her driveway at 2:30am, Adam reached out wordlessly, and pressed his fingers against Lucia's pussy lips. Too tired to stop him, she watched as he hand came away sticky and wet with her juices. She blushed as he sniffed his hand while staring at her.

"I thought so. You loved every second of that didn't you whore." he said. "No. Don't try and deny it. Get your naked ass out of my car."

Head down, Lucia got out, and clad only in her heels, rushed for her front door, hoping her neighbours were fast asleep. She turned as Adam called out to her through his car window.

"Call me when you're ready for more." he said before backing out of her driveway and pulling away.



Bad Blonde Beth



The nightmare began during a high school recess break. I didn't know at that time, that she was capable of doing... something that horrible. I couldn't have known.

~~~

Many of the other students were queueing for food while others were running about playing. Those standing in lines chatted away and those playing shouted to each other. It was a regular recess, like any other break. Chaotic and noisy.

I stood in the line for Indian food, while my friends were elsewhere catching up on homework they should have done the night before. I didn't pay much attention to the people around me, I was busy daydreaming about a crush I had. Short blonde hair, sparkling green eyes. Beth Ambrose was her name. I think I could see her in the line for Chinese food.

Beth wasn't tall, but she still had killer legs that she was not afraid to show off. Her face was really pretty with a light dusting of freckles. To top it off, she had a nice bubble butt and sizeable breasts that begged to be fondled.

I imagined her in front of me in a pair of denim shorts that hugged her ass and a black single that showed off her firm tits. That was what she liked to wear when not at school. Beth turns her head and locks her venomous green eyes with my eyes, and puts on a slight smirk. She then pushes her butt towards me, and starts rubbing my crotch. She feels me getting hard, and soon, the only thing between us and hot, sweaty public sex, and between my rock hard cock and her warm wet pussy, was the fabric of my uniform pants and the denim of her shorts.

I slid my hands under her singlet, and moved slowly up her warm body, feeling her smooth soft skin. Beth leans her back further against me, and reaches for my ass with both hands. She grabbed my butt and began squeezing it, while our special parts excitedly rubbed against each other. I could see her nipples, hard and erect, poking through her singlet. She didn't have a bra on. My hands worked their way up to her tits, and finally, I felt them. They were warm and so ever delightfully soft. I fondled Beth's tits under her singlet as she lets out a sexy moan.

We continue dry-humping like animals. Each time my dick felt her pussy through our clothes felt like I would cum there and then, but we kept thrusting. Thrust... thrust... thrust...

My delightfully peaceful daydream was interrupted by a brush against my back. There was a girl behind me, and she had just turned her body to face the person behind her.

At first, I thought nothing of her. But, after a few moments, the contact between her body and mine never did disappear. I felt somewhat awkward. Then, she pushed herself a little harder against me. Her body was warm.

I could hear her talking to a friend, who was also female. They seemed to be discussing what kind of guys they liked when suddenly the pushy girl made an exclamation. 

"He's so fucking tall! Oh my God."

The word "tall" has always been a sure-fire way to grab my attention. I'm much taller than the average person in my town and my height has become something of a defining feature of me. Almost every person I meet would make a comment about my height, and some say it's attractive.

By now, seeing how she's been pressing herself on me the whole time and making exclamations about me, I was certain that she was trying to gain my attention. I decided to ignore her, however, just to mess with her and see what she does next.

I felt her shift her position a little. She seemed disappointed that I didn't respond. She moved again, and I think she was pushing her breasts against my back now. Oh, it felt good. I was really digging the pair of soft warm flesh on me. The girl started whispering incomprehensibly and giggling excitedly with her friend, and then she repeated.

"He's soooo fucking tall!"

I was having fun watching her try to get me to notice her, and feeling her body against mine. Feeling flattered and satisfied with her efforts, I finally turned around.

She was of obvious Southeast Asian descent, maybe a Filipina. I instantly recognised her as one of the more popular girls in the year before mine. She wore sports attire and was fit and petite, proudly showing off her perky 18 year old tits which she had just used to rub against me. And her face can only be described as "cute and crazy!"

Her friend was a Latina, slightly shorter than her but also pretty cute and had a cheerleader's body. She wore the same sports uniform which wrapped tightly her body and teenage breasts. 

Both girls began their high school girl giggling until the Asian put on a mischievous flirty look.

"Hi!" she said flirtatiously whilst giggling. "I'm Camilla.

The Latina introduced herself as Regina.

"You're Blaise, aren't you? Nice to meet you." said Camilla.

"Hello. How did you know my name?" I replied.

"Silly boy, you have your name tag on your uniform!" she responded playfully.

I blushed in embarrassment at my ignorance. I suppose I was still dazed and amazed at the attention I was getting from these two pretty little things.

~~~

From that moment on, I spent most days with the feeling that I was being watched.

And it was because I was.

Camilla made little effort to hide that she was stalking me when we were on school grounds. Sometimes she was accompanied by Regina, and sometimes she went solo.

Initially, I was oblivious to this. I simply thought that we happened to use the same hallways often. I'd see Camilla and Regina along the corridors and they would smile and wave at me. After several days, I could turn my back and Camilla would almost certainly be there, sporting her signature flirty smile.

One day, as class had just ended and everyone was packing their things and going home, Camilla entered my classroom. I noticed her standing outside about five minutes before and I knew she was there to see me. She was staring at me from outside and had now walked to my desk. As she did, she made sure her walk empathised her breasts.

"Hey Tiger. I need a little help." Camilla said, with fierce eye contact. It was the kind of eye contact that told you what to do, not ask. I felt a little uncomfortable with her sudden assertiveness.

"What do you need?" I said rather awkwardly. I looked away for a moment, breaking eye contact.

"Oh, I need help with chemistry homework. I'm just not getting the chapter on the homologous series and remembering all that stuff about alkanes and alkenes. Can you sit with me in the library and go through it with me?"

I wasn't the best at chemistry, but I wasn't bad. She could have easily found a much more qualified person to assist her, but that ferocity in her big beady black eyes convinced me that I should go with her anyway.

Camilla didn't say anything as we walked to the school library. She put her arm in mine and other students looked at us. Some girls, whom I assume are her friends, giggled and beamed at her as we passed them.

We entered the cool air-conditioned library and sat down at a table where Regina was sitting. Regina waved and smiled at me. The table was strewn with a mixture of both Camilla's and Regina's textbooks and worksheets.

I explained some important concepts and helped Camilla through her homework, and occasionally Regina would take a break from her own work and watch us. All the time, Camilla sat a little too close, and our legs seemed to "accidentally touch" way too many times to be accidental. When we were done, Camilla began jumping about excitedly and Regina laughed at her friend's goofiness. Then, Camilla remembered we were in a library and quietly said thanks, before she unexpectedly kissed me on the lips.

It was an absolute surprise. She pressed her lips against mine for about three long seconds and as she pulled away, she sneaked a lick from her tongue on my lips. I felt my lips wet with her saliva, and I blushed the reddest shade of crimson I ever had.

~~~

I began noticing Beth less and less after my time at the library with Camilla. I started to develop a crush on Camilla.

Meanwhile, the naughty Filipina had begun a little propaganda campaign. Even though we weren't dating, she has been openly telling everyone that I was her boyfriend, even some of the teachers. She was a happy girl.

About a week later, however, things changed. Camilla became awfully silent. She no longer stalked me or cheerfully greeted me in the hallways. For several days she didn't even look at me. She was also hardly ever accompanied by Regina anymore. I've seen Regina around, chatting with other friends like normal. But Camilla wasn't herself at all. I tried to find opportunities to speak to her, but she actively avoided me and always disappeared after school.

I finally discovered the ugly truth one day, when I had stayed back really late for an Art Club project. The sky was a dark blue and most students and staff had gone home. Night would fall soon. I walked alone through the canteen and was stopped when I heard a strange sound. It was the sound of sobbing and a bit of grunting, characteristically female. It came from the female restroom, and thinking that someone might be in trouble, I stood at the restroom door and sure enough, the lights were turned on. Someone was definitely inside. I put my head against the door and tried my best to listen.

"You like it, don't you?" said an unfamiliar female voice. It was followed by an unmistakable flicking and licking sound.

"No... you fucking bitch... uh..." whimpered another voice weakly. It was Camilla! Good God, what was happening in there? What are they doing and who is making her so miserable?

I had to save sweet Camilla. Without thinking, I opened the door and barged in. My jaw dropped. There, on the line of sinks, sat Camilla, stark naked with her eyes closed. And buried in her crotch was Beth. In shock, Beth turned to face me. She was fully clothed, in school uniform, and her mouth glistened with Camilla's juices.

"Blaise?!" shouted both girls in unison, though with different intonations. Camilla said it with a hint of relief, while Beth was completely surprised.

I demanded to know what was going on, and Beth stood up. Camilla closed her legs and put her arms over her breast so she was less exposed. Slowly, Beth walked up to me. She did not wipe her mouth.

"Blaise, I didn't expect you to be here!" Beth had a devious smile as she spoke.

"What the fuck were you doing?!" I questioned.

"Teaching a bitch a lesson about why it pays to steal boys from me." Beth put a hand on my chest.

I pushed her hand away.

"Look, boy. Waving my ass and tits in front of you these past couple of months ain't going down the drain because of this motherfucking bitch. She stole you from me!"

"What the fuck are you talking about, Beth? We've hardly ever spoke and we hardly know each other!" I replied to the blonde bitch.

"Oh no, YOU hardly know me. I know lots about you. I've even gathered blackmail material in case you got away from me. Remember that day you were in line at the Indian food? I saw you touching yourself. You may not have known it, but you did it. And I have it all on camera."

I was shocked.

"You're lying."

"No, I'm not!" she said in mock embarrassment. "And I have other stuff. You and Camilla kissing at the library, pictures of your dick from your phone and videos of you masturbating in the school toilets!"

I was speechless by this point. She knew ALL of that?

"And for your, ugh, 'girlfriend' here, I've got embarrassing vids of her pissing and kissing her girlfriends. And nudes she took on her phone. Oh, I forgot her perverted browsing history on her laptop."

Beth turned to a very red faced Camilla. "Never forget to delete your history, dear." She said sarcastically. Camilla looked down.

The blonde bitch turned to me again. "I want you to strip. Now."

She must've been telling the truth about the material she had on me. Everything she said she knew was absolutely true. Camilla must've been blackmailed too. No wonder she's not been herself these days. Beth's been abusing her!

"Didn't you hear me? STRIP NOW."

In a daze, I kicked off my shoes and took my socks off first, not wanting to really expose myself. The bitch wasn't happy.

"Hurry up, you fucker. Quit stalling and take your shirt off, or I'm going to undress you myself." I didn't like the idea of this bitch touching me.

I reluctantly removed my shirt, first by taking off my school tie and unbuttoning each button. It was a slow action. Beth smiled when the shirt came off, and her eyes were all over my upper body.

"Not bad, Blaisy. See, that wasn't so hard, was it? I can be nice to you if you just do as I say." She said to me. 

Beth turned to Camilla. Camilla was admiring me too, and seemed to have forgotten to cover her body. I could see her bare brown breasts in all their glory, with two hard erect nipples. 

The sight of Camilla's obvious approval made my dick harden despite Beth's attitude.

"Blaisy, the pants?"

I undid my belt and my pants slid down, leaving me standing in my boxers. Beth could see my bulge as clear as day.

"Stay there, Camilla. I've got to see this." Beth moved up to me and put her hands on my chest. After groping my upper body, she descended and knelt in front of me, her face only centimetres away from my penis. She stayed there for a moment, staring and biting her lip, before pulling my boxers down. My dick bounced for a while as a result of the quick motion, and both girls stared. I noticed Camilla's hand slide onto her crotch.

"Camilla, you're going to watch me suck your boyfriend's dick. But first..."

Beth picked up my belt, and used it to tie my hands behind my back securely. "I'm in control, aren't I, Blaisy?"

She returned to her previous position, but not before taking off her sexy denim shorts. After one more momentary pause and stare at my penis, she wrapped the head with her sweet lips. She sucked on the head, and I could feel her using her tongue to twirl all around it. I saw her left hand slip to her crotch.

Bit by bit, she then took more of my cock into her welcoming, bitchy mouth. I watched my dick disappear into her oral orifice with wide eyes. Fuck, it felt good. The feeling was only superficial though, inside I felt awful. Soon, my entire length was engulfed and wet with her warm saliva. Camilla was watching very intently, her face not showing any real emotion beyond her captivation. Beth kept my dick in her mouth like that for a while, sucking with full force, and then gradually pulled back before letting go of my cock with a loud puck. She then wrapped her left hand, already wet and sticky with her own sexual juices, around my cock and began stroking it.

"Did you like that, Blaisy?"

I was seething with anger, mixed with the dirty feeling of letting this bitch play with my dick. With bitterness, I replied, "It was terrible. Your blowjob sucked because you're such a horrible person."

Beth seemed amused. She did not stop her stroking. "Of course I sucked. That's the point of the blowjob, isn't it?" 

I wanted so bad to just go limp so this bitch would have to stop, but I was helpless. She looked awfully sexy at level with my crotch with her shorts and panties off. And the sensations from her hand and mouth were probably porn-star worthy. Her rack which I used to dream of looked even better from this angle.

Beth stood up and pulled her black blouse over her head, revealing a yellow bra. Her hands moved behind her back and soon, her tits were out in all their glory. Silky milk white skin and pink erect nipples. Round and firm. Big and soft.

Camilla's mouth was wide open at the sight of Beth's breasts. Beth smiled at me and her venomous green eyes were hungry. She walked to a handbag near one of the sinks and took out a small bottle of some kind of oil, then moved back towards me.

"Camilla, get off that and come here." Beth ordered as she poured some of the liquid on her hands. Then, her now lubricated left hand found its way wrapped around my penis again, twisting and stroking. "Wouldn't want your dick getting lonely and limp now, would we Blaisy?"

The blonde bitch passed the bottle to Camilla. "I want you to rub this oil all over my tits, slut, then rub your own tits against mine. So we both get nicely lubricated."

Camilla looked at me with pleading puppy eyes, but quickly resigned to doing as Beth said. I watched as Camilla's oiled café au lait hands caress and glide all over Beth's pale, smooth and soft lovepillows. When Camilla got to her nipples, Beth moaned. The skin-tone contrast between the two girls plus the shiny erotic oil made everything a sight truly to behold.

Soon, Camilla was done oiling Beth's chest. We all turned to Camilla's own perky chocolate teenage mammary. She then proceeded to press her chest against Beth's bust. The two pairs of tits were all over each other, rubbing left and right, up and down. I almost forgot that Beth was still holding on to my dick.

When Camilla's chest was oiled enough, Beth told her to stop and both girls got down to my crotch. "I'm gonna show you something, Cammy." Beth said as she put my dick in between her heavenly rack. She began to move up and down, and my penis glided effortlessly in her cleavage as a result of the oil. "Mmmm... your dick looks delicious between my titties." she commented, half-moaning, half-speaking.

"Rub my pussy, Cammy."

Camilla's hand slipped under Beth's killer legs from behind and began furious action on her pussy. I could hear the schlicking sounds from Beth's wetness and Camilla's motion.

After a while of tittyfucking, Beth moved to my dick's left. "I've just got a great idea, sluts. Cammy, do you know how to double-titfuck?" asked Beth. Camilla seemed appalled at the question, and shook her head. "Well, it's time you learn then."

With that, I had two pairs of equally tantalising titties hugging my cock. The sight of my dick head struggling to breathe between four soft ladypillows would have made me cum any day. But I remembered Beth's vile blackmailing, and snapped back to reality somewhat, becoming a little less enthusiastic about my penis and Camilla's body being exploited by Beth. And then, the boobies started moving.

Up and down the quadruplets ground my cock, which I thought was only possible in hentai scenes. But the breasts kept it up. The oil on Beth and Camilla's hooters soon began to mix with their combined sexual sweat and my precum. 

I looked at Camilla's breasts. Perky with dark nipples that begged to be sucked. Camilla's eyes were fixated on the action in front of her and her cheeks were crimson. Then I looked at Beth. Her amazing tits were bigger than Camilla, and did most of the work. I imagined grabbing them so hard and just milking her. But look who's milking who. Beth looked up from the action and stared into my eyes with a coquettish grin.

The two girl's contrasting skin-tones became apparent again, and added to the pleasure. Their chests were like sweet chocolate and fresh milk, and my dick was the stirrer. We were like a cup of hot chocolate: wet, hot and creamy.

Soon, thoughts began to disappear from my head. The continuous motion of two girls' lubed tits wrapped all around my dick was driving me to climax! I felt my cock flex, and Beth sensed my incoming orgasm. I thought less and less about everything, and the sloppy fleshy fucking sounds became louder and louder in my ears.

Tits.

Up and down.

Tits.

Up and down.

Up and down and up and down and up and down.

Fucking.

The sounds of fucking.

Up and down.

Beth screamed, "Wait!"

I exploded.

A huge load of my cum erupted all over the two girl's tits. It was the biggest load I've ever had! Some streams of cum shot far, and one landed on Beth's nose and in her dirty blonde hair.

Fuck.

"Mmmmm...baby-batter..." Beth moaned as she swiped up some cum with her finger and put it in her mouth, sucking it off. Camilla was simply stunned at the spectacle she had just witnessed. Beth buried her head in Camilla's cum-covered breasts, licking off everything while massaging her own milkbags with the cum.




Bad Blonde Beth



Beth then got up, with a smile of satisfaction and face red with exhaustion. "Clean up his cock with your mouth, Cammy." She said as she rubbed her pussy.

Without hesitation, Camilla wrapped her lips around my dick and sucked the cum off.

"Blaisy." Said Beth, in a strangely hostile tone.

I looked up at Beth, and that face of sexual contentment I saw earlier was gone. She wore a harsh straight face, like that that teachers showed when they were absolutely angry but chose to remain silent until the offender realised their mistake.

"Why did you cum?"

I didn't know what she meant by that question, and couldn't answer.

"I was looking forward to fucking you, Blaisy. But your dick's all soft now." Her face was stern, and her voice sterner.

"We go home now. I have something planned for the two of you for the next few days. And don't you assholes thinking about calling the police or going to your mama or the teachers!" she said as she cleaned herself up with some toilet paper.

We all got cleaned and dressed and as we were about to leave the bathroom, Beth suddenly stopped.

"I forgot something."

She picked up a video camera near the sinks that I didn't notice before, and another one near a pipe and one more atop a toilet cabin. My heart sank. This could not be good. 

"Lookie here, sluts! We're in a porno! We wouldn't want all your friends and family to see our hot sex scene, would we?" said the blonde bitch in her signature menacing cheerfulness.

And she left the bathroom, giggling to herself at whatever sick and profane thoughts swam through her head.

I walked out through the bathroom door, and Camilla followed. It was a slow, confused exit. My mind was clouded with a maelstrom of emotions which I could make sense of at all. I felt... immeasurably dirty, not for having been in such an act of debauchery, but for... enjoying it somewhat? I was so confused. Did I actually like it? No, I abhorred it! Right?

I don't know.

"I'm so sorry..." Camilla said in a whimpering voice. She had not spoken to me throughout the entire ordeal. "I'm so sorry I got you into this. I put you in the clutches of that perverted evil bitch."

I was heartbroken. She put the blame of our predicament upon herself. I watched her hang her head low, and I could see tears trickling down her face. A week ago, before Beth got her, she looked so happy. And that happiness was reflected in her appearance. She was vibrant and beautiful. I looked at her now and her hair was in a mess, bags under her otherwise lively eyes had formed and she seemed paler. Beth's horrid game was taking its toll on the poor girl.

"Camilla, it's not your fau-"

"IT IS! That bitch's a psycho and I knew she was on to you! But I didn't care and look where we are now! IT WAS MY FAULT!"

She was really crying now. The sounds of her sadness echoed around the empty canteen. This is the place where we met, and it was strangely apropos. It was miserably dark and devoid of life, a shadow of its former lively self.

"Look, Camilla. You couldn't have known that she could do something like this. Who could have known!? No one. I don't blame you."

Camilla looked up, her eyes still teary, but she was no longer crying. "Thanks." She said. 

And slowly, with a soupçon of positivity to distract us from the darkness, we walked to the school exit.