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Kyle

By: MaggieEvans



This was a small liberal arts college, seemingly abandoned over the winter break. There were only a handful of students in the dorms, and even the upperclassmen, spread out in off-campus housing nearby, were home for the holidays. Here and there lights shown out from one of the houses bordering the science buildings and library. The freshmen dorm was almost entirely vacant, save for a glow illuminating the lobby and one from the 3rd floor, which only came on very late, and then vanished. 

It was Friday. The sun had barely set in a void faraway sky. It was strange the way darkness brought it closer. The winds that blew sharp snow crystals across the streets and sidewalks were alive, and the snow, old and dry after two days on the ground, lay dying, submissive to the whims of a changed climate. 

Dark clouds over the mountains had been threatening to storm east for days, but even tonight it seemed their threats were again empty, unfulfilling. 

The lights had just gone off in the gym, dissolving half the athletic building into night. 

Kyle Williams descended the stairs into the basement. After punching in the locker room's door code, he stalked around the corner, threw off his clothes in a sweat, and headed for the showers. The entire basketball team had been given the weekend off, and (with the exception of Kyle) had left for home. 

Water bursting forth from a single showerhead echoed gothically, as it always did on Christmas eve, when he felt the most alone. He took a long shower.

After toweling off, Kyle slunk back to his locker for his clothes. A copy of the school newspaper lay unfolded on the bench by his things. It was opened to the sports page. The main article was a spring preview of Women's Tennis. It was probably left there by one of the tennis girls who took over the locker room in spring. Knowing the same code though, they could've stopped by whenever.

Under the headline there was a full color picture almost a full quarter of the page in size. It was of Becky Henderson taking the serve. She was mid-swing. 

Kyle had never actually met Becky, who was only a freshmen. He had seen her out at parties, and at a few bars in town that didn't card. She had a weird way of looking at him that made him uncomfortable, but crazy just the same. Walking by the tennis courts with his teammates once, her opponent had knocked one over the fence. As the ball rolled by their feet she bounded up to the chain link to address them,

"little help," she appealed, charmingly.

Kyle smirked, redirecting the attention of his team. Though only a junior, his commanding physical presence and stoic nature demanded their respect. Even as she stood against the fence, smiling attractively, the boys walked on. She looked after them, dejectedly. 

Becky had developed quite a crush on Kyle since she first laid eyes on him practicing in the gym. One time the older Tennis girls brought her and the others out to a dive bar in the bad part of town where they could drink underage. She looked over at him from across the bar, dizzy and reeling from her first night out. He was talking up another girl from her grade. Not much to look at, young, and a little dumb. He was moving in close on her and saying something that made her giggle, then blush. As they left together he glanced back at Becky. He gave her a look of disgust and she turned away, embarrassed that he'd noticed her staring.

That night as Kyle held himself over the drunk, briefly attractive freshmen he'd picked up he thought about Becky. He had seen her a week ago playing wall ball in the gym over the Thanksgiving holiday. She had a great body and he was incited by the way she could move, agile and direct. The girl he was in began moaning theatrically, as though she was about to cum. He couldn't tell if she really was or whether she was too beat to keep up the act.

"Turn around," he said.

She did, and he re-entered her, banging away mechanically. He closed his eyes and thought of Becky, Imagining his hands on her hips, what it was like inside her tight little body. It didn't take long after that. He came into the condom and pulled out. Kyle waited for the girl to fall asleep and then left. 

He stared down at the photo of Becky. She was fierce, her eyes locked on ball. She looked amazing in her uniform, the thin white top and that tiny little skirt. He could feel himself getting hard. He stuck his hand down his shorts and began massaging his dick. He thought about what her firm round ass looked like without the skirt, and how bouncy her tits were without the sports bra. He was stroking his shaft vigorously when he heard someone punching in the code outside the door.

Becky strode in, flushed and perspiring after a session in the turf room. She noticed someone out of the corner of her eye. 

She jumped with a start to see Kyle there in nothing but his boxers.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" She blurted. 

She looked over him. He had such a great body. Her eyes locked on the stain where his boxers clung to the tip of his penis, soaked with pre-cum. 

"I, I shou-should go." She stammered.

Becky sprang for the door.

"Stop," he said. She turned back, confused. 

"Come here."

She froze, wide-eyed, unable to walk away from the boy she fell asleep thinking about.

"Get over here," he commanded. 

She did as she was told, apprehensive, yet overly trusting, as always.

Kyle grabbed Becky by the waist, slamming her into his locker. He was grinding against her before she realized what was happening. She had imagined what it would be like to hook up with Kyle, but nothing could have prepared her for this. She could feel his erection growing, and began to move with him, succumbing to her infatuation. 

"I thought you hated me," She said.

Kyle had a firm grasp on her ass, while his other hand had found her breasts, and he was squeezing and fondling both, as much as he could grasp. His mouth was on her neck.

"Honestly," he replied nonchalantly,

"I don't give a shit about you." 

"You're hot...

I just wanna fuck you."

Becky was hurt. She tried to break loose from his grasp but he had her pinned.

"I'm not going to have sex with you." She warned, unconvincingly as her breath came heavy, her body melting on to his. 

Kyle ran a hand up her thigh only to discover she was wearing nothing more than a thong under her tennis skirt. He snuck a few fingers beneath the material, feeling for her clit. The head of his cock, which had poked its way out of his shorts, was pushing the saturated cotton of her panties up into the opening of her vagina. The cloth stretched thinner and thinner where he pumped against it, inching just the tip inside her. 

"No, wait," she bargained. 

He stood off of her, exasperatedly.

"Alright," he conceded.

Kyle pulled his monsterously engorged penis out of his shorts. 

Becky's mouth dropped open.

"Then suck me off." He demanded, holding his dick in his hand.

Becky stared down at his frighteningly large member unconfidently before falling to her knees. She licked along Kyle's shaft and swirled her tongue against the head. She tried to take him in but he was too big. He palmed her head with both hands, thrusting further. Her eyes began watering in pain. 

"God, you look so sexy with my dick in your mouth," he said.

"Come on, open up."

He grabbed her cheeks with one hand and squeezed, holding her jaw open. Steadying her with the other hand, he shoved his entire cock down her throat. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, choking horribly, and struggling to breath. Becky tried to fight him off of her but she was growing weak and beginning to lose consciousness. Becky could hear Kyle groaning with pleasure as she gagged on his long thick member, then everything went black.

Kyle worked quickly, pulling off her shirt and sports bra before tying her hands above her head with laundry loops he strapped to the lockers. He tugged her panties off. By the time Becky finally came to, she awoke to find him ramming his cock into her hot wet pussy. 

"No, stop..." she pleaded, but he paid no attention. He pulled her legs up around his waist, steadily pounding his dick inside her and slamming her ass into the unforgiving metal surface behind her. He sucked on her nipples, which were already hard and begging to be played with. 

"Kyle, please..." she panted. She was losing her will to resist when his exploring fingers finally found her clit.

"Kyle, oh god, Kyle, please, Ky-oooooh, oooh," She moaned.

Hearing her say his name like that pushed Kyle over the edge. He unclipped the loops around Becky's wrists, letting her fall to the floor. She landed on her back and he stood over her, jerking off. He shot his load all over her tits and face, spilling ejaculate on her lips. She licked droplets from the corners of her mouth. She was in shock from what had taken place. Kyle was already dressed by the time she wrapped her head around it.

"You should probably take a shower," he said, turning to leave.

"You're covered in jizz."

He walked out and had almost made it to the parking lot before thoughts of Becky washing his cum off in the shower invaded his mind. He had hoped that fucking her would get this lusty obsession out of his system, but it only made it worse.

The mirrors in the bathroom were barely coated with steam when she heard someone come in. 

"Hello?" she called. 

"Someone's in here."

Kyle appeared in the open doorway. He had stripped down, and his erection was reaching critical capacity. He marched towards her, lifted her up by her ass, and jammed his throbbing cock between the pink folds of her vagina. She wrapped her legs around him instinctively as the head of his shaft slide easily through the slippery hole of her pussy. He let his dick rest inside of her, looking up at Becky and leaning in to kiss her lips. 

They kissed for a long time before a moan escaped her, setting Kyle back into motion.

"Mmmm," she sighed as Kyle rocked in and out of her gently.

"Do you know what I was doing when you walked in?" he asked her in a low tone, breathing into her ear.

"Um..." she replied, "it looked like, like you were jerking off." 

"I was," he said, "to a picture of you in the school paper."

"Oh?" she remarked. Becky was having trouble concentrating on his words...

"God you feel so good," she closed her eyes.

"I think about fucking you every time I jack off," he said.

Becky opened her eyes, looking at him with confusion and surprise as Kyle went on. 

"I've wanted you so bad since the first time I saw you. I can't even explain all the ways I've imagined having you."

He stood motionless inside of her. Becky was stunned.

"So you do like me?" she asked "After all of that, you really do like me?"

He was pressed up against her with his eyes closed, taking in every detail of the way she felt, how she smelled.

"God, yes," he sighed passionately, then caught himself, smiling wickedly, "but not in this fantasy..."

He pulled out of her and threw Becky to the floor. She landed face first on the wet tile before lifting herself to her knees. Before she could turn around Kyle had his hands on her hips, bending her over. Resting on her elbows with her legs spread, Becky anticipated the sensation of being penetrated by Kyle's massive shaft. He squeezed his cock between the lips of her pussy. 

Becky squirmed, "Its too big this way. I can't fit it all."

Kyle was pumping in and out of her furiously, ripping deeper with each thrust. 

She was gasping, "Kyle, please, it won't fit, not the whole thing..."

He tightened his grip on her pelvis.

"Come on," he said, gritting his teeth. 

"Take it!" 

He tore through her, burying his dick in her pussy. She screamed, and he rammed harder, over and over until her voice was horse from crying out.

"Oh shit, I'm about to cum," he realized.

"Wait," she said, laying a hand on his thigh, and he paused to listen to what she was about to say.

Breathing heavily, she looked back at him. She spoke slowly and deliberately.

"I'm ready for you to cum inside me."

Kyle groaned, "Oh, fuck yeah..." and went to work, slamming his groin against her ass with every thrust. Becky shrieked, clenching him inside of her as waves of orgasmic bliss washed over her whole body. Kyle grunted, jerking wildly and shooting his hot cum up her pussy. He opened his eyes to see gushes of milky semen oozing out of her into the water and down the drain. She collapsed on the shower floor, sloppily freeing his cock from within her. His cum was still dripping out from between her legs as he lay down next to her. 

They were both silent for a moment, experiencing the heat and humidity of the shower closing in. Before long Kyle spoke.

"Merry Christmas," he said.

Kyle



 [Every once in a while I've had enough of being the nice guy. I have mean thoughts and contemplate doing things that I'll never do. I will probably write about them. Sometimes I read a story on Lit that is about a man who is humiliated by his wife and her new stud. I've hoped I'd find a story where the man finds a way to restore his manhood and walk away a winner. In this story, Jake wins. It takes a while but it does happen. There is coitus, oral sex, forced sex, humiliation, anal sex, pay back and vegetable sex in this story.]




At lunch, I usually sat at the same table. I took my lunch at the same time and to give myself variety I had five different lunches each week. On Monday I had lunch from Subway, turkey with lettuce, tomato, green bell pepper, olives and no onions. Tuesday I had lunch from the deli, a corned beef sandwich on rye with a little brown mustard and a pickle. Wednesday I ate a salad from McD's. Thursday I had tuna salad from Subway. Friday I ate at the deli and had a meatloaf sandwich and a pickle.

I was in a rut. I knew it but it wasn't something that bothered me enough to change it. Many of the people I worked with at Finkel & Fineman CPA's were a lot like me. On the eighth of May 2009 that all changed. The being in a rut, I mean.

The eighth of May was a Friday. I finished my work for the week and cleaned off the top of my desk, like I did every day. I walked out of the building at 4:32pm and walked to my car parked in parking space 92 in the lot next door. I noticed how dirty my car was, just as I had noticed how dirty it was every day since February. When I bought it new in 1999 it was the car I had dreamed of, almost. Almost because the car I dreamed of was the Mustang GT and I bought the plain jane Mustang. Instead of washing and waxing it every weekend and polishing the chrome rims I washed it when it was so dirty I wasn't sure it was silver any more. The only thing I still loved about the car was the sound it made.

As I drove home I thought about the weekend to be. It was Friday. Kate, my wife, and I would take her car and go to the Hometown Buffet Restaurant six miles from our home. We said we went there for the variety but we always got the same dinners. Kate got fried shrimp, a garden salad, green beans and a small cup of vanilla soft serve ice cream. I got spare ribs, mashed potatoes, corn and a medium cup of chocolate soft serve ice cream.

When I got home I parked in the garage, on the left side. The right side was closer to the house and therefore easier to unload groceries from the right side. Kate parked on that side. I was surprised that her car wasn't in the garage. She got off work half an hour before me and always got home first.

I closed the garage door as I walked to our back door. No point in leaving it open so people can look at everything you have in your garage. Inside the house I went directly to the answering machine. The light was blinking and the display showed a "1". I hit the button.

The machine's voice said, "First unheard message, arrived today at four-eighteen P.M.." Kate's voice said, "Jake, it's me, Kate." She paused, like she was looking for the right words. "I'm not coming right home tonight. Go to Denny's and have dinner or to the Hometown Buffet. I'll fend for myself tonight." She paused again and then said, "Don't wait up." 

I hit the button again and the machine said, "First saved message. Arrived today at 4:18P.M.." Then Kate told me again. My mind hit rewind and reviewed the four years of our being married. This was the first phone message from her. She knew I didn't leave work until 4:30 on the dot. She called home and left a message at 4:18. That had to mean she didn't want to talk to me.

On automatic pilot I changed into the chinos, loafers and a long sleeved plaid shirt I wore to dinner on Friday nights. I drove myself to Hometown Buffet and had my usual dinner. The young teen who bussed dishes stopped by my table and asked, "Is your wife Ok? You always come in together."

"I think she's Ok. She had something else she needed to do tonight." I said. As she walked away I thought, 'I wish I knew what she needed to do.' When I got back in my car I called her cell phone. It rang eighteen times and never answered. It also didn't go to voice mail.

By seven thirty I was back home and wondering what to do. I wasn't used to being alone. I wasn't used to breaking our routine. I thought about Saturday. I would sweep out the garage, mow the lawn, take Kate's car to the car wash and gas it up for her, and do whatever she had put on the "Honey-do list" that was under a magnet on the door of the freezer. I decided to sweep out the garage. I only needed to move the Mustang. When that was done and the Mustang back in the garage I looked at the "Honey-do List". The sliding glass door onto our patio was noisy. 

I opened and closed the door three times. It did make more noise than it should. After spending ten minutes on my knees I figured out how to fix it. I took the sliding door out of the track, upended it, cleaned the rollers and squirted some lubricant on the rollers. By the time I got the door back in the track I was both dirty and tired.

It was close to 9:00. I stripped, started the shower and climbed in. Thinking that there was a chance that Kate would be affectionate when she got home I shaved and made sure I did a good, close job of it.

After getting dry and putting on my pajamas I carried all the dirty laundry to the washing machine and started a load of colors. I noticed two new bras in the pile of whites. Lacy white bras. I also noticed they had matching thong panties.

It was nearing eleven o'clock when I transferred the colors into the dryer and started the whites washing. I sat in the living room and saw a book Kate had been reading, "The Mysts of Avalon." I picked it up and began reading.

The dryer dinged and I opened it, hung the things that needed hanging, folded and put away the rest. I wondered how many points that would score with Kate. I wondered where Kate was. I used the house phone and called her cell again. It rang twenty-six times before I gave up and hung up.

I went to bed. I closed up the house, just as if Kate were home and I went into our bedroom. The clock beside her side of the bed read 2:37am. I noticed it starting to get light at 5:11am. The sun was up before six. Kate's car pulled into the garage at 6:22a.m. I stayed in bed, wondering what she would say to me.

The back door opened, then closed. I heard her take off her shoes in the kitchen. A minute later she walked into our bedroom and headed for the bathroom. 

I said, "Good Morning."

She looked over at me and said, "Don't start! I'm tired and all I want is a shower and to sleep. Don't start!"

While she was in the shower I collected her clothes, thinking I would wash them for her. One look and whiff and I knew Kate had had sex. In the pile was another new bra and panty set and the panty was stained with what looked like combined juices.

I dropped her clothes back on the floor and got dressed. The Mustang and I took a nice long drive and I was gone most of the day. Most of my thinking was about my options. Was I willing to forgive her? Was I going to just move out and file for divorce? Did I know the man she fucked? Did I want to know more than I already knew? When I got home Kate was sitting in the kitchen, sipping coffee and wearing a robe. I walked in and she looked up.

"Where did you go?" She asked.

"I worried from the time I got home last night until I saw you this morning. I think I should be asking you, where did you go?"

"Things are going to change around here. Have a seat." She said. I sat down.

"I went out on a date last night." My mouth opened and she held up a hand. I closed my mouth. "I like being married to you. I don't want a divorce. We have a nice home. However, something was missing and last night I found it. I went out with Kyle. He's younger than either of us, better looking than you and he really is a good lover. On my way home this morning I thought about how this can work. Your life isn't going to change much at all. You still live here. You'll still take care of the "Honey-do List" and your other chores. You'll still deposit your check in our account and pay the bills. See, not a big change for you, right?"

"Not so far." I said.

"There will be limited sex between you and I. Kyle is now my primary lover. He says when he is gone for a weekend, it's Ok with him if I fuck you on Saturday. You must always wear a rubber. When I come home after fucking Kyle you can lick and suck his cum from me, but you cannot touch my breasts ever again. Depending on how I feel when I get home, I may have you shower with me and wash my body and hair, without touching my breasts." She faced me with her robe gapped open and her newly shaved puss exposed. She smiled.

"This is supposed to be Ok with me?" I asked.

"Sweetheart, you still get to be my husband. You still get to treat me like I deserve to be treated. You still get to live here and, oh yes, you don't have to go to the hospital."

"Why would I need to go to the hospital? Other than being upset, I feel fine."

"Kyle is bigger, stronger, meaner and asked me to tell you if you don't go along with our plan you will wake up in a hospital. The second time you screw up you just won't wake up."

"And this is how you tell me you love me?"

"No. I love Kyle. I love Kyle's big dick and I love how my pussy feels hours after he's been inside me." She stood, wrapping the robe tighter around her. "Now, so you know, I'm going out with him again tonight. I need dinner before I go and I won't be cooking. I need to leave at seven, so please have my dinner ready at six."

Being sarcastic I said, "What would you like for dinner, Princess?"

"You make a good BBQ chicken with grilled veggies. Make that." She left the kitchen. I thought about finding out how big, tough and mean Kyle was, and changed my mind. I made the BBQ chicken and grilled veggies. An hour after she left on her date Kyle brought her home and she said she was sick because I poisoned her. 

I woke up on Sunday morning in the hospital. That was May tenth 2009. I was in the hospital three days. The police wanted to know if I could identify the man or men who assaulted me. Since he surprised me from behind I still didn't know what Kyle looked like.

I got the message. When I got home from the hospital the house looked like a drunken orgy happened while I was away. I had to take a cab home from the hospital. Kate was busy. On the kitchen table was a note, "Now, you know he's serious. Clean up the house today. Go back to work tomorrow. We're spending Friday night here. You aren't. I'd like a Cobb salad for dinner tonight." It was signed "K".

I got the message. The house got cleaned, the Cobb salad made and served to her and I moved into what had been our guest room. Kyle stayed the night in our house most Friday nights for May, June and July. During the week Kate might drop in for a change of clothes and a shower or she might stay home for an evening, I never knew which. She lived at Kyle's whim. In July we had a hot streak and Kyle ordered and had an air conditioning unit installed. The bill was presented to me. I paid it.

At the end of July I noticed that either Kate had been demoted or she wasn't depositing her entire check into our account. When I asked she said, "I wanted to get Kyle some things." 

In August she was short again. When I said something she said, "Kyle says it's up to you to pay the bills."

My boss has been the same woman for ten years. Near the beginning of August she called me into her office and asked what was wrong. What she had seen was that I was just "going through the motions." I said Kate and I were having some problems but I thought they would get better.

Sure enough, that Friday night they got worse. I made dinner for them. Grilled salmon, corn on the cob and a green salad. They shared a bottle of good wine, 270 West Pinot Noir. As usual I was prepared to be in my room from the time Kyle arrived. When we heard his car park in the driveway I went to my room. Five minutes later he knocked.

I opened the door and he said, "I think it would be nice if you served us dinner. Kate's a little tired."

I left my room and served them dinner. He teased Kate all through dinner. Not verbally. He pulled the front of her dress down, exposing her breasts and when she took a bite of salmon he pinched her nipple or squeezed her entire breast. He asked me if I remembered how good it felt to suck on her breasts. I remembered. He laughed and went back to his dinner. 

He had me clear the table. As soon as it was clear he put Kate on the table and tore off her thong. He stood and unzipped and called me back into the room. When I saw her spread on the table with her pussy fully exposed and a shiny gold ring through her clitoral hood I froze. My mind cautioned me, 'Careful! He could break you into pieces and this is what Kate wants.'

He said, "Come over here pussy-man. Since you can't fuck her anymore the least I can do is let you help me fuck her. Stroke me until I'm hard and then help me into your wife's willing cunt!"

Kate said, "Hurry! I need to be fucked!"

I hesitated. He slapped me behind my head and said, "Now, pussy-man." I wrapped my hand around his shaft and stroked. It took only five or six strokes and he moved forward. I aimed him into Kate and watched as his fat shaft penetrated her. I wanted to die. I wanted to take a knife and kill both of them.

After he had stoked into Kate about ten times I started to leave the room. He said, "Oh, no, pussy-man. Have a seat. You're not done." Everything about him said that this scene was all about degrading me, humiliation.

For fifteen or twenty minutes he stroked into Kate as she moaned, gasped and told him how great he felt inside her. Then he groaned and unloaded inside her. He held still for a minute, pulled back and said, "Pussy-man, lick me clean!"

I didn't move. He backhanded me in the face and split my lip and bloodied my nose. He shoved his cock into my mouth and I cleaned him up. I cried and used a napkin to staunch the blood flow. When he was satisfied he said, "Kate is dripping. Clean her up too."

In the process Kate came three more times. Finally Kyle said, "Enough. Go to your room." I went. I came out of my room in the morning and left for work. I was a mess. The event happened at least once a month after that. Mostly without blood flow.

I used some savings and paid the bills. By the end of 2009 I was dipping deep into our savings just to pay the monthly bills. For Christmas Kate told me I had bought her a year-long membership at a fitness gym.

In January 2010 Kyle went to New York to go skiing with his family. He was gone three weeks. The first weekend he was gone Kate stayed home Friday night and Saturday. On Friday night she drank an entire bottle of Chardonnay, watched some TV and went to bed early. On Saturday she mopped around the house as I took care of everything. About mid-day I asked what she wanted for dinner.

She perked up, posture improved and she said, "I want to go out!"

"With me or do you have a date?" I asked. 

She looked up and said, "You and I haven't been out to dinner in months! Let's get cleaned up and go out to dinner!" She said it like before that moment she hadn't noticed that I'd been cut out of her life.

For the first time in months I watched Kate undress and dress. It was exciting and it hurt. Kyle had bruised her breasts and she had that ring through her clitoral hood. I didn't say anything. We took her car.

We went to an upscale Italian restaurant I'd never been to before. The waiter saw Kate come through the door and rushed to her. "Is everything alright tonight?" He asked.

"Yes, Carlo. Kyle is in New York is all. I'm here with my brother tonight."

He gave me the once over quickly and seated us against the wall. The service was good, the food incredible and the bill was over a hundred dollars. I paid it. Part of the bill was a bottle of wine that I didn't drink. When we got to her car I asked, "You drank a whole bottle of wine. Maybe I should drive?"

"Sure!" She gave me her keys. I helped her into her car and I drove home. She dozed and woke when we pulled into the driveway. She said, "Kyle said that if I wanted to fuck you once while he was gone it was Ok." She hiked up her skirt and showed me the ring in her clit. I think she thought she was showing me a pussy I could have, on loan. He had marked his claim. That was not even her pussy to give to me. I said nothing.

I helped her out of the car and into her bedroom. I stripped her and got her into bed. She said, "I'm thirsty." I got her a glass of wine and dropped two aspirin in it. She knocked it back and relaxed as I started undressing. She was out cold before I was undressed. Five glasses of wine and two aspirin will do that.

In the kitchen I found a cucumber in the fridge. I put a condom over it and went back to Kate. Slowly and carefully I lubed the condom and started working it into Kate. The cuke was quite long and quite thick. I got it in deep enough that it touched her cervix. I backed out half an inch and began fucking her with long deep strokes. Even passed out she responded.

I rolled her onto her belly and spread her legs so I could keep pounding into her from behind. I reached under her and played with Kyle's ring. She opened her eyes and I leaned over her and said, "Thank you both for letting me fuck you!"

She closed her eyes and moaned, shuddered and came. I kept stroking inside her for almost and hour. I added lube every few minutes and made sure my hand holding the cuke slammed into her pussy hard and often. I was angry and hurt. I had believed she loved me. I had believed she respected me. I was reduced to a servant, a slave who would help another man fuck my wife!

When I'd had enough and believed she'd had enough as well I took the cuke into the kitchen and ran it down the garbage disposer. I tossed the condom in the toilet and flushed it away. Then I went to bed in my bed.

Sunday morning when I woke up Kate was in bed with me. She had a hold of my morning hard on and asked, "What did you do to me last night?"

"Weren't you there, too?" I asked.

"I was, but I don't remember anything!"

I gently lifted her hand off me and said, "Kyle only gave permission for one fuck. I don't like hospitals. Thanks for last night, but no thanks to today, tonight or anytime unless Kyle tells me himself it's Ok."

She rolled to the phone and dialed. When Kyle came on the line Kate said, "Hi. I'm sorry to bother you, but I have a favor to ask. Remember you told me Jake could fuck me once while you were gone?" She paused, listening. "Well, I'd like him to fuck me again while you're gone. He needs your permission. Here he is." She handed me the phone.

I said, "Hello."

"She's your wife and you ask me for permission to fuck her while I'm out of town? Aren't you the cuck. When I get back I'm coming over and fucking her in front of you! Then I'll have you eat my cum out of her cunt again! At least I don't have to worry that you'll stretch her out!"

It was all I could do to hold my tongue from being nasty right back at him. Instead I asked, "I want us to be clear. It is Ok for me to fuck her again?"

I held the phone so both of us could hear him. "Sure, fuck her one more time before the day before I get home. Use a condom. Only I go bareback in Katie." He laughed and hung up.

Kate smiled at me and said, "See, Kyle's a nice guy."

I thought, 'Yeah. He's been fucking you and spending my money since May of last year and I get two shots at a pussy he's already marked as his. I even get to eat his cum out of you and lick his prick! Aren't I lucky?' What I said was, "Yup. Next time we talk I'll be sure to thank him."




Kyle



"So, Husband, when do you want to do it?" Her body language said, 'Do me right now!'

I went to the calendar in the kitchen and plotted all the days Kyle would be gone. He would be back on Friday, the twenty-third of January. He said I could pick any day except the twenty-second. I said, "I want you to take off work the twentieth. We'll go out the night of the nineteenth and not have to worry about getting up the next morning and going to work."

She frowned and said, "That's nine days from now. I don't want to wait nine days!"

"He said I could have you once before he came back. He didn't say you couldn't go out and get some other man to fuck you. In fact, if you want, I'll cook a nice dinner, put fresh sheets on the bed and stay in my room the whole night if you want to bring another stud home."

"Kyle can't know!" She had instantly accepted that fucking was Ok, as long as Kyle didn't know. The fact that I'd know no longer mattered at all. I had just learned how deep her disregard for me went. It went far enough that I was just a servant with no feelings in her mind.

"I won't say a word. Not a single word." I saw the light of lust go on and she began planning in her head. She went back to her room and took a shower, dressed and half an hour later she was gone.

I did my weekend chore list and while at the market I bought a scratcher and a lottery ticket. The drawing for the lottery was Tuesday evening. I finished shopping and went home. I put everything I bought away, cleaned the kitchen and started the washing. Then I remembered the scratcher. I got a quarter and scratched the three areas as per the instructions. All three said, "$50,000". I had just won fifty-thousand dollars. Almost as much as Kyle had spent from our savings.

At first I was all excited. Then I realized that when Kyle and Kate learned of the win they would spend it on each other and leave me further humiliated and broke. Ten minutes later I said, 'I can hide it!' I put the scratcher in the glove box of the Mustang and smiled.

At eight I got a call from Kate. She said, "I found a stud! Do we have beer in the fridge?"

"Three cans." I answered.

"Can you go get a six-pack, please? And, call me when they're in the fridge, then go hide."

Do you need me to get condoms, too?" I asked. I was surprised I didn't sound sarcastic.

"You're such a good husband. Yes, get six." She hung up.

I bought a six-pack of cold beer and six condoms. The guy at the register asked, "Planning to get lucky?"

I said, "Nope, but my wife is." When I walked out he had a strange look on his face. The beer I bought was already cold. I put the six-pack in the fridge and the condoms on her nightstand.  I called her cell and when she answered I said, "All set. Do I need to stay or can I leave the two of you alone?"

"Where do you want to go?"

"I'll drive down to the harbor and watch whatever is going on there. Keeps me from listening to sex I can't have."

"I'm sorry you can't have me, really. Keep your cell with you. If he goes home, I'll call and you can come home." I noticed she said "If". He got to fuck her and he got to decide if he stayed the night. Once again I understood the phrase "Adding insult to injury."

"Ok."

I drove to the beach and watched ships leaving and entering the harbor. At three in the morning my cell rang. I answered, "Jake."

"Come home. When you're here come to my bed with me and hold me, Ok?"

"Ok, but why? Are you Ok?"

"No. He left an hour ago and I've been crying. Just come home. Please."

It was five after four when I closed the garage door. At ten after I was in bed with Kate, in my boxers. She snuggled against me and said, "Hold me, please." I held and she cried.

I fell asleep holding her. It was after eleven when I woke up. She had my cock in her mouth. I was almost ready to erupt. I pushed her off me and said, "Are you out of your mind? Kyle didn't say I could fuck your mouth! I get one fuck, on the night of the nineteenth!"

"Kyle doesn't love me!"

"No shit! But, to quote you, he's bigger, stronger and meaner than me. He already put me in the hospital once. You didn't visit me or even drive me home from the hospital, as I recall. I'm not inviting more ass kicking!"

"He called here last night. He put a woman on the phone and had me tell her how best to blow him. As soon as I told her he made me listen as she blew him and swallowed his cum!"

"When he gets back he plans to fuck you and have me eat his cum out of you. You heard him say it. That's Ok with you? While you were here with your new stud I've been thinking. If it's Ok with you that he treats me like a slave and humiliates me, then forget about the nineteenth. I may be legally married to you, but I'm done. Fuck him or anyone else, but not me. I no longer want you."

"He doesn't love me!" She looked a mess. Eyes red and face tear streaked, hair looked like birds nested in it. It had no effect on me.

"He never did. He saw a weak woman who happened to have a pussy he liked and tits he likes bruising. He fucked you and bruised you and worse, he killed the love between us."

I got up out of her bed, dressed and left her crying in bed. I slept alone Sunday night. On Monday morning I was at work and spoke to a lawyer on the phone. I had her file for divorce and serve Kate as soon as possible. I closed joint accounts, terminated joint insurance, rented a small apartment and started feeling pretty good about myself again. She was served at two in the afternoon on Tuesday.

At a little after two my phone rang. I answered, "Jake Walburn." 

She sobbed and said, "Why? Kyle will kill you."

"And, you'll let him. Then you'll lay down on my dead body and let him fuck you! I will have gone on record as ending our marriage. I've closed my half of every account we shared, even though you haven't put five cents in to any of them in months. Sell the house. I'm done." I hung up.

At 4:32 I was in the Mustang headed home to pack. I saw a car wash and pulled in. I paid extra and they took it through three times, waxed it and even used some stuff on the wheels to make them look new. 

At home I packed my personal stuff and my clothes and stuffed them in the Mustang. As I backed out I saw Kate's Malibu coming down the street. She waved frantically and I stopped. She rolled her car so our windows were close and said, "Don't go! I don't want you dead and I want to break it off with Kyle. We can figure out how to stay together." As she spoke I heard the old saying in my head, 'You made your bed, now sleep in it!'

I looked at her for many seconds and then said, "It's January. Last May you took a lover and shut me out of your body. Your stud beat me bad enough to hospitalize me. You kept fucking him. I got to wash your cum stained clothes, smell his cum on them and live with the threat of going either to the morgue or the hospital if I didn't do whatever the two of you wanted me to do. He's had me help him fuck you, clean his cum out of you and you tell me he's a nice guy because he'll let me fuck you one more time! He's been in New York for a few days and you sent me out to by beer and condoms so you could fuck a stranger in our home. Now you say we can figure out how to stay together? I don't think so."

The throaty sound of the Mustang as I drove away sounded good to me. By eight I had moved into my apartment, had dinner and sent an email message to my lawyer, the police and my brother in Colorado. It outlined everything about Kyle that I knew, about what he had done on May eighth and since. 

Wednesday morning I drove to work figuring I had almost two weeks left to live. When I got to my desk two people were waiting for me. Both carried weapons. I realized they must be police. There were too many witnesses for them to be hired goons sent by Kyle.

They were police. We talked for almost an hour. They had already looked at the hospital records from my visit. They had tracked him down and knew a lot about him that I didn't know and that I didn't think Kate knew either. We talked about what could be done to protect me. By nine-thirty they were gone and my boss wanted to talk. I told her everything. It was embarrassing and humiliating, but if I ended up dead or busted up in the hospital I wanted people to know who did it. 

At noon I went to Subway and got my regular sandwich. I saw the newspaper and picked it up. Ten minutes later I remembered I had a lottery ticket in my wallet. The drawing was Tuesday night. It was Wednesday. The winning numbers would be in the paper. I found them and pulled my ticket out of my wallet. They matched.

I called my lawyer. I found out that because Kate had been served before I won she was not entitled to any of the winnings. My lawyer asked if I wanted to get her to sign something that would give her more than the split I had proposed in order to have it agreed to before she found out I was rich.  She said she could get the papers signed within a day. I had thirty days to claim my winnings.

Back at work, I went to my boss and told her I was quitting. She had the payroll people cut my final check, wished me luck and said she hoped she didn't read about me in the papers.

I spent the afternoon on my computer. I could disappear. Get on a plane and go anywhere. Drive my Mustang and go lots of places I'd never been. Maybe I could meet a woman who would be satisfied with a man not quite the size of a cucumber. I thought of options I'd never thought of before. I felt alive and was no longer living in dread of Kyle.  

I wanted a little pay back with Kate. My now alive mind thought of how I might get a little pay back with the woman who had spent the last nine months degrading me without a care for my heart or soul. I drove to a hotel with a restaurant on top and rented a room for the night. I took a bag with some items in it up to the room and left them there. I called Kate on my cell and she answered on the third ring. "Jake?"

"Yup. I'm starting to get hungry. I thought that since your wimpy husband isn't cooking for you any more, maybe you'd like to go out for dinner."

"Really? What about Kyle?" She stepped over the comment about her wimpy husband, me.

"Kyle's not invited. You are. Dress sexy for me. When I pull into the driveway I'll honk once. Come out and get in my car. I'm not coming into that house, as long as we're technically married. Can you be ready by six-thirty?"

"I'll be ready!"

I dressed in nice slacks a dress shirt and a tie. I took my black leather sport coat and at six-thirty I pulled into her driveway. One honk and the back door opened and she came out. High heels, nylons, a sheath dress of a dark silver color that shimmered as she moved. The neckline was scooped low and showed plenty of her skin and cleavage. The heels clacked on the concrete of the driveway. Her hair was piled up on her head, leaving her neck open and exposed. Her smile showed she was excited.

I leaned to the door and swung it open for her. She sat, pivoted and she was in. I leaned and pulled her door closed, grabbed the seatbelt and fastened it around her. She leaned towards me, lips first and kissed me "Hello."

I backed out and headed for dinner. I said, "You didn't really like being married did you?"

"I liked being with you, Jake. I just wanted more excitement."

"We are getting divorced. As soon as the divorce is final I think we should start dating. That way it's more exciting. I'll keep my apartment and sometimes we can spend the night there, if our dates go well. Maybe I can be invited into your bedroom someday."

"You're invited there tonight!"

"Oh, it's a little early for that. We're just beginning our dating lives. I know that right now you're involved with Kyle. We'll go out tonight and do whatever we do, but that's with his permission. It won't happen again until Kyle is out of the picture."

"But, we do have tonight, don't we?"

"You got all dressed up for me tonight. It's been months since you dressed to please me. I appreciate the gesture, even though you bought the dress to please Kyle. When you picked this dress for tonight, was it because you knew I used to love looking at and touching your breasts and this dress shows them off nicely?"

"Yes. I thought maybe you'd like to touch me tonight." I reached over and my hand slid into her cleavage, holding her breast for the first time in nine months. She gasped and I worked my fingers around until I was pinching her nipple. "God, Jake that really feels good!"

"And the rest of your outfit. What did you think as you dressed?"

"I remembered you like these shoes and I picked these nylons because they aren't pantyhose." She hiked up her skirt and showed me the tops of her nylons. "Kyle hates pantyhose. I thought you'd like access, too. I don't have on a bra. My nipples are hard and I'm wet. It's all for you."

I pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. I said, "They have a nice restaurant at the top of this hotel. Maybe we can have dinner and then, if you're willing, we can stay the night."

"Can I be dessert?"

"I think that just might be possible." We walked into the building with her hanging on my arm, pressing her breast against my arm. In the elevator I rested my hand on her butt and she squirmed in appreciation. It stayed there all the way to our table.

I ordered for both of us. After the waiter left us I asked, "Was it Ok that I ordered for us?"

"Of course. Kyle always orders for us. I seldom even look at a menu."

"So, how did you meet and start being intimate?"

"I'm not supposed to tell." Kate said. I sat still and looked at her. After a pause she said, "He came into our company to use us for some logistical analysis. I got the job of assisting him. By the time we had worked on the project a week I knew he wanted me. In the second week he bumped into my chest and to apologize he took me to lunch. We got involved after that lunch. That Friday was the eighth of May. You know the rest."

"How did the project end?"

"Oh, it's on-going. He has another assistant who does ninety percent of the work and all the reports are submitted from both of us."

"The other assistant works for him or you?"

"For him." Dinner arrived and we ate. I made sure she drank most of a bottle of wine. When I added a little more to her glass near the end of the meal I dropped two small pills in the glass.

I asked, "Are you about ready to go?"

She picked up the glass and downed the last of her wine in a gulp. She said, "Kyle says it's rude to leave wine in a glass on the table." Her constant references to Kyle this and Kyle that had me really angry. She didn't notice.

We got up and she held tightly to my arm as we left. I had a room key card in my pocket. We got in the elevator and it stopped on the sixth floor. I helped her off and down to our room.

As soon as we were inside I helped her out of her clothes. I got her on the bed and told her I was going to fuck her and fuck her the way she deserved to be fucked. I undressed and by the time I was undressed she was out. From the bag I got some lube and a cucumber. Like the last time I had permission I wasn't about to fuck her. Especially not in the cunt marked with Kyle's ring. I shoved the lubed cuke in until it pressed on her cervix again. I backed it out a half inch, grasped it tightly and started the long, deep strokes inside her. Each stroke bumped my hand against her pubes. I started slow and increased the pace. I moved her legs so she was on her side and my body was on top of her hips and thighs. If she looked she would have thought a big cock was in her and it was mine. She had her eyes closed. I kept stroking deep inside her, my hand bumping her pubes hard and pressing Kyle's ring as well.

When she came her eyes opened and she said, "Oh Kyle! Thank you." Her body shook and she flooded the cuke and my hand. I smeared some of her juices on my cock shaft. I thought she might wake up in the morning and my shaft should taste like her. I backed the cuke out slowly and pressed it against her asshole. Her eyes opened again and she moaned. I pushed harder and the cuke entered her ass. Without opening her eyes she shifted on the bed until she was face down, ass high with the cuke sticking out of her butt. I got behind her and fucked her vigorously with the cuke. When I had cuked her long enough that I saw a little blood on the cucumber I pulled it out and put it in a plastic bag. I helped her lie down and I got into bed with her.

In the morning she woke me with my cock in her mouth. I held her head and fucked her face. She gagged a few times but didn't quit. I filled her mouth and she held me in her mouth until I was full soft and clean. She crawled along side me and said, "Even when Kyle is good I don't feel this good in the morning. Thank you."

"How do you feel this morning?" I asked.

"Wine doesn't usually give me a hangover, but this morning I have a slight headache. My pussy and my ass feel like someone pounded me silly all night long! I'm sure you had a good time! You did my ass!"

"It was there and you begged."

"I'll walk funny for days!" Kate said.

"I hope not! Kyle comes home day after tomorrow."

"Oh. What will I do?"

"Remind him he gave permission. Now, roll onto your belly."

She did. She watched me get a condom out of my slacks and I unwrapped it. I said, "Suck me hard, Kate. I want an early morning go."

"He said only one." She moved and took my cock in her mouth again. She got me hard and took the condom and rolled it onto me. She started to roll onto her back and I stopped her. I straddled her thighs and pointed my cock at her ass. She said, "I'm already sore back there."

"Kyle ever do you when you were already sore?"

"Yes, Jake. Take me."

I pushed hard and entered her ass. Constant pressure got me all the way in and I began fucking her ass. Every stroke made me more angry at her and at Kyle. I helped her turn over so she faced me, with her legs high and my cock sticking her in the ass. Her hands held my arms and I put my hands on her breasts. 

She moaned and I said, "You can cum by having your tits squeezed as I fuck your ass! Cum for me, Kate. Beg me to cum in your ass!" Her eyes were closed and she was breathing hard. 

I thought she had her eyes closed visualizing that I was Kyle fucking her. I slapped her face and her eyes opened. I said, "Look at me! I'm not your wimpy ass husband! I'm not Kyle either! I am fucking your ass and bruising your tits!" I was slamming into her as hard as I could. She braced herself against the headboard with her hands and gasped for breath.

I felt my orgasm pulse into my cock and fill the condom. I collapsed on top of Kate and rested for a few minutes, breathing hard. Kate whispered, "I never understood how badly I hurt you. I'm so sorry." Her hand stroked my face and she whispered again, "I saw the anger and hurt on your face as you took my ass. Please, forgive me."

When I could, I got up and went into the bathroom. I started the shower. Kate followed me into the shower and washed me. When I was clean I got out of the shower, dried off and went back in the bedroom. She finished up and came into the bedroom. She saw me dressing and she followed my example. She was dressed first. I hadn't said anything. 

The bag with the cuke and lube stayed in the room when we left. She walked funny all the way to the Mustang. On the ride back to her house she looked over at me often, but never said a word. I stopped in the driveway and she asked, "When will I talk to you again?"

"Probably at the funeral." I leaned over, opened her door and unclipped the seatbelt. "Thanks for the date." She was crying as she got out of the car. She closed the door and walked to her back door. I backed out and drove to her work.

Inside I met with the CEO. It was easy. I said I was an auditor. It wasn't really a lie. I told him what my investigation showed. Kyle Williams had hired his company to provide logistical analysis and then he seduced the woman who was to do the work and had been falsifying data and records for nine months. I told him I would give him thirty days to clean up the mess or on the thirty-first day we would file against both companies and both would be out of business. I left his office. As I got in the Mustang I realized I had mistakenly given him my boss' card instead of my own.




Kyle



At my apartment I packed a suitcase and drove to the airport. I saw a Marine standing in line to get a ticket. I walked up to him and asked where he was headed. "Going home, Sir. Memphis."

He stepped to the counter and started the transaction. She quoted him a price and I slapped a VISA card on the counter. "Allow me. I can afford it more than you can and it's my way of saying Thanks for protecting us."

He put his wallet away and shook my hand in thanks. I walked back to the Mustang and drove north. Six hours later I saw a sign for a Ford dealership and I got off the freeway. An hour later I no longer owned the Mustang and I learned something about the car I'd owned for over ten years. It was the body and package of the basic Mustang with the engine and drive train of the GT. I walked away with cash. The dealership didn't by the car. One of the salesmen did.

I called my lawyer and she had all the signed paperwork. She had worked with the lottery people and my name was kept private until January of the next year when the state published lists of winners. By then I would be long gone. She had arranged for my checks to be deposited in an account I could access from anywhere. The first check had been deposited.

Kyle came home to find himself in a world of hurt. Seems someone had tipped his company off that he was ripping them off. Five hours of audit showed the rip off totaled almost eleven million dollars. He was fired. As he left the building the feds took him into custody. He didn't make it to Kate's house.

Kate helped with the audit and the feds decided not to charge her as a part of the plan to defraud. However, the company let her go. She called my cell and I answered.

"Where are you?" She asked. I could hear tears in her voice.

"Right now I'm just north of Portland. Why?"

"I need you. When are you coming back?"

"How does your ass feel?" I asked.

"It hurts. My pussy in swollen and hurts too. My tits are black and blue and worst of all I've been fired and Kyle is going to prison." She sobbed.

I said, "On the eighth of May last year you and Kyle un-fucked my life. Yes, he used you and I know now it wasn't personal. But, I still got un-fucked. Un-fucked when he said I no longer could fuck my own wife. Un-fucked because he marked you as his property by putting a ring in your clit! Un-fucked because I had to get permission for the two fucks in nine months! Feel your ass. Now you know a little of how it feels." I took a long slow breath to calm down and asked, "My lawyer tells me you signed all the papers and that the marriage is over. How does that feel to you?"

"I want you back!"

"I'd say you never wanted me. On our date the other evening you said Kyle's name twenty-eight times. You said Jake three times. I'm gone. When you need beer and condoms, go buy your own. Pay your own bills." I ended the call and shut off my phone.

On the Internet I followed Kyle's progress through the courts. He plea bargained and gave back ten of the eleven million he took. The day he went to prison he had nothing. All the way down to his car being a leased car, Kyle owned nothing and when he got out, if he ever got out, he'd walk out a poor broke man. He got a nice long sentence to a federal prison and in the first six months had to have reconstructive surgery to repair damage to his ass. I found his address and sent him a note, printed on a library computer. It read, "You fucked my wife for nine months. Now you're being fucked by me. You'll be almost fifty-five when you get out of prison. Kate won't be waiting for you. I will. I have another present for you. You won't like it. I guarantee." In reality, I had nothing planned for him. The note was to give him something to think about every time an inmate took his ass and every time he thought about getting out.

Kate found another job, sold the house and moved to a less desirable neighborhood. Her car was vandalized and she discovered what life was like on her own. On May the eighth 2010 she got a package from Hawaii. She opened it and found a Hawaiian shirt in her size and a photograph of me standing near a waterfall at the Polynesian Cultural Center. In the photograph was a tall blond woman with her arms around me. She was wearing a colorful Hawaiian print dress that stopped a few inches above her knees and showed lots of her "D" sized chest. She was tanned and shapely.  I wrote at the bottom of the picture. "This could have been you."

The lady in the photograph was someone I met on the tour bus on the way to the PCC. I said I'd give her fifty dollars if, in the picture, we looked like we were very close friends. When she saw the picture she used part of my fifty to buy another print. She sent it to her ex, who had divorced her to marry his physical therapist. Before she put the picture in the envelope she borrowed my Sharpie and wrote, "Having wonderful time, glad you're not here!" She signed it, "Janice."

Janice asked me about Kate and why we divorced. I told her the truth, however a shortened version. She told me about her marriage and in the conversations we discovered what we both wanted was much the same things. So we quit renting two rooms.

We haven't picked a spot to settle, yet. I'm not her Sugar Daddy. The money she got in the divorce is good and she can live nicely on it for many years. We stayed in Hawaii for three months and then flew to Japan. We tried Australia, Italy and England too. It's almost the eighth of May again. Janice thinks a nice picture with us on the deck of a schooner in the Caribbean with Janice in a tiny yellow bikini might be a nice gift for our exes. I think I should send Kyle one, too. Don't you?



Kyle - A Moneyslave's Morning



Kyle woke up slowly, groaning slightly as he stretched his aching muscles, then rose slowly from his little round bed on the floor. He looked around the room for a moment before quietly padding out into the hallway and down to the kitchen where he peeled and sliced fruit, a large bowl of cold strawberries, pineapple, raisins, melons. 

He prepared a fresh pot of heavenly dark coffee and spread a warm toasty bagel with heavy sweetened cream cheese before cutting it too into small wedges. He then prepared a smaller bowl, melons only this time, and poured clover honey over it. He prepared a careful tray, added a fresh rosebud, then carried it all back into the bedroom. 

Moving as quietly as possible, he placed the tray on the table, then turned to look at the sleeping Goddess on the huge bed. He adored her – the warm morning sun caressing her perfect creamy freckled flesh, her warm auburn and gold hair spread out all over the pillows, long perfect limbs and nails... he caught his breath with the longing he had for her and smiled, knowing how he cherished his morning ritual. His cock, stiff, erect, straining for attention, led him. 

He took the smaller bowl of honeyed melons and moved towards the foot of the bed. Ever so gently he pushed back the comforter to reveal two perfect thighs, a smooth hairless pussy... he almost shuddered in anticipation. Carefully, ever so carefully, he spread the peachy heavenly scented thighs outwards until the raspberry folds of pussy were finally revealed, glistening with a pearly morning dew all their own. The head of his cock scraped across the raised pattern of the white chenille bedspread and he sucked in a quiet gasp. 

Kyle kneeled there, worshipping at the sleeping altar of his Goddesses pussy, trembling, his cock hard as a diamond in anticipation of what was to come. Gently, as carefully as touching a newly born bird, he parted the folds of the heavenly pussy with his thumb and forefinger. He took a melon ball, positioned it just at the entrance and pushed it deeply inside. 

He trembled when he saw his Goddess tremble, knowing she was awakening, as she always did when he began this. He felt a velvety red painted toe stroke teasingly against his diamond hard cock, and his hips trembled forwards, begging for the attention on the straining and begging flesh.

Slowly, tenderly, he inserted each honey coated ball, pressing it deep within her even as she awakened, smiling, pleased and happy. What a wonderful way to greet each morning – with the loving and tender ministrations of her favored slave. She sighed as she felt each little ball slipped inside of her, warming by the heat of her pussy, the honey warming and coating her tunnel. 

Finally, the slave was finished and backed off the bed, to his hands and knees, and crawled around to where his loving Goddess lie waiting to greet him.

"Good morning slave. You may feed me now," she instructed, as always. Kyle knew immediately what to do next. He helped his Goddess by lifting her up and placing her favored pillows behind her. Then he fed her, bit by bit, each small piece of fruit and bread. 

She had only to open her mouth – he raised her cup ever so gently to her lips, knowing should he spill even the tiniest drop onto her bare breasts he would be punished beyond tolerance. A slave had made the misfortune of that once before. He was never seen or heard from again. Even as the Goddesses favored slave, Kyle knew better than to believe his fate would be any different. 

Once finished with her breakfast his Goddess commanded softly, "Now slave, you may have your breakfast." And this is what he eagerly awaited. He crawled back to the foot of the bed and up between those heavenly thighs. He leaned down on his elbows, using his fingertips to gently part those honeyed dewy lips before he began feasting on his warm breakfast of melon balls.

His tongue was skilled and hungry, slipping deep up inside her hole to suck out each ball. He counted them as he ate, knowing he was only finished once they were all eaten. He licked and sucked at the Goddesses cunt, tonguing her clit, hoping to cause those wonderful contractions of her pussy walls which helped to push each ball down to his tongue. His agonized cock knew no relief – and wouldn't – the slave was never allowed to disgrace his Goddess with his filthy cum. 

His breakfast buffet was wonderful, warm – honeyed – juicy. He felt his Goddess bucking her pussy against his willing and working tongue, filling his belly with her essence and his breakfast. His nose was covered in her juices, he would smell her and only her for hours after such a breakfast. He feasted like a hungry animal, grunting and licking, gently nipping, sucking harshly at the hole, starving for her. 

And She rewarded him – bucking beneath him, arching, moaning, finally cumming for him – great spurts of her honeyed cum and the last melon ball sliding into his mouth and down into his belly, completing his breakfast. He finished by lapping her clean, licking her soothingly, cleaning every dewy honeyed drop from her cunt. 

When he was finished he gently pushed her legs closed and recovered her, then crawled back up to the head of the bed. 

"Good boy, good... you are my very favorite slave boy..." she whispered, flushed and beautiful from his 'breakfast' – he loved her, worshipped her, and felt such a wonderful rush of pride from knowing he could please her in such a way – a small smile on his beautiful sticky wet lips, the hungry ache in his cock reminding him of his service to this beautiful angel creature. 

She turned over then, on her side and looked at the small clock on her bedside. "Its time for you to go to work slave – I have need of new clothes this weekend so work very very hard. Slave boy tommy brought home more money than you did last month – if you're not very careful he'll soon replace you here." 

Kyle blinked, upset by the thought, but nodded. "Yes Goddess, I promise to work very hard to please you, I love you Goddess," he vowed.

"Yes slave, I know. But you do not show it very well. You bring me such a pitiful amount now – and you know I cannot live on such a tiny sum, its why I must keep so many little boy slaves – and can only pay so much attention to each of you. If you want to remain my very favorite slave, you must bring more!" she admonished, stern now.

Kyle nodded, soul sad – torn inside, knowing he must do whatever he could to remain the favorite. In the dungeons where the other boy slaves slept and lived they rarely served the Goddess at all, rarely were able to feast on the juices of her pussy or hear the moans of her pleasure. Instead they were usually farmed out to higher favored slaves or friends of the Goddess – themselves being paid for in order to bring her more and more and more money. 

The slaves loved serving such a beautiful and fair mistress – but amongst themselves they fought and strove to prove they could earn more for her, become her favorite.

Kyle humbly turned away from the Goddess, again lowering himself to his elbows, his chin to the floor, and waited while she rose and went into her adjoining bath chamber where she was waited on by other slaves. He then crawled to his tiny closet of a room and prepared for work – eager to earn more and more for his beloved Goddess. 



Kyle & Alice



The night was warm. The sun set only half an hour ago. They watched it from one of their favorite vintage points, sitting on a wooden bench just above the tree line. It wasn't easy to get there, but once you knew where it was, you could easily find it again. Kyle picked Alice up for a spin on his new bike earlier that afternoon, and since they were close enough, he took the dirt road up there and they enjoyed the beauty of the landscapes under the bloody red sky. Now they were making their way out of the woods again. Kyle knew the way perfectly well and he was driving carefully. Not necessarily slowly, but Alice trusted him with her life, she knew he wouldn't take any risks. Once they reached the bottom of the slope, he turned onto the dark and lonely road leading back to town. It would easily take them an hour to get back to his house and if he wanted to go to her place, it would take them twenty minutes extra.

Suddenly a siren howled close behind and red and blue light splashed around. They were being pulled over.

* * * * *

Alice looked back and saw a police van following close behind. She could make out 2 cops in the front and at least one other in the back.

Kyle pulled over and turned the engine off, waiting for the cops to give him further instructions.

The two in front stepped out and came up to them, cautiously. They were expecting the worst, that much was obvious. They both had their guns drawn and pointed at them.

"Miss, get off the bike!" one of them shouted.

Alice swung her leg across the seat and stood next to the bike, looking at Kyle. He gave her a little smile, hoping to comfort her, but Alice could tell he was nervous about this as well.

"Hands on your head and step back towards us!"

Alice obeyed and laced her fingers together, stepping back, away from Kyle. When she reached the front of the van, a third cop appeared at her side and made her turn around, facing the car. He pushed her down on the hood and brought her right arm behind her back, slapping handcuffs on her wrist. Her left arm quickly followed and she stood, handcuffed, leaning against the front of the police van.

She jumped in surprise when the cop started to search her. He wasn't particularly gentle about it and he lingered on her boobs and ass cheeks. Then he grabbed her arm and spun her around.

"I missed a spot." he said and his hand moved between her legs, feeling her pussy. Alice tried to squirm away from him. She was too shocked to speak and the only thing she could think of was to try and close her legs.

"Hey, knock it off!" he shouted and slapped her. She screamed in pain as his hand hit her cheek and he grabbed her throat to silence her.

"Shut up, bitch!" he whispered.

Alice tried to look over to where Kyle was and what she saw scared her half to death.

* * * * *

The two cops had ordered Kyle off his bike and were now forcing him to take his clothes off. With two guns pointed at his head, he had no choice but to obey. Once he was naked, they cuffed his hands behind his back and told him to kneel in front of them. The first guy unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.

"Make me hard!" he said to Kyle, pointing the gun and cocking it. Then he stepped close and shoved himself into Kyle's face.

Kyle refused to open his mouth and the cop hit him with the barrel of his gun. He was thrown to the ground, a deep cut on his left eyebrow.

"Fine, have it your way!" the cop said and the two of them pulled Kyle to the bike, cuffing his ankles to it and gagging him quickly. They left him there and joined the third one who was still feeling Alice's pussy.

"She's not eager either, guys." he said.

The first one pushed him aside and stood in front of Alice, holding her chin in his hand.

"You're gonna be a good girl, aren't you? You're gonna do as you're told, right?"

Alice's eyes were wide with terror and he only smiled at her.

"What I want from you is the blowjob your friend refused to give me. Get down on your knees and give me some head. You fail to do it; your friend takes a bullet in the head. You fail to do it correctly; he'll need a wheelchair from here on out. You do it right; he doesn't get hurt at all. Do we understand each other?"

Alice nodded slightly and he let go of her chin.

He took a small step back, leaving just enough room for her to get down to her knees. As soon as her head was within reach, he shoved forward and pressed his cock against her lips.

* * * * *

Alice opened her mouth quickly, hoping to get it over with. He shoved his cock between her parting lips and she gagged on him. She took a deep breath through her nose and started to move her head back and forth, giving the guy what he asked for. She felt him grow in her mouth and she heard him moan in contentment. She was giving him pleasure. He had no reason to hurt Kyle. When he was completely hard, he pulled back and grabbed her hair, tilting her head back so he could look at her.

"Good, now do the same for my boys."

The grin on his face was evil. Alice swallowed hard and he let go of her hair, stepping aside to let the second have a go. He kept stroking his cock, holding on to the erection.

The second guy was shorter and thinner and he became very hard in a matter of seconds. He let her suck on his cock for a while and then pushed her back, away from his throbbing cock.

"My turn."

She knew it was the third guy, but she refused to look up. He showed her his cock and she opened her mouth to take him in. He shoved hard, knocking her back against the van. She felt a rush of pain shoot through her back as she hit the metal fender, but the cock in her mouth kept her from screaming out.

He was rougher than the others and didn't let her give head, he took it. He rode her face hard and fast, banging her against the fender with each thrust. She was trying to keep her hands on the ground to steady herself a little, but he shoved harder and she couldn't keep her balance.

Minutes went by and he kept thrusting deep into her mouth. Then suddenly, he threw his head back and came. His juices hit the back of her throat with such force that she couldn't help but swallow. He stayed deep in her mouth until the last bit had shot out of his big cock. Then he pulled away and she dropped to the ground.

* * * * *

"You're an idiot, Joe!" one of the others shouted.

"Yeah, well, I got off and you guys didn't." Joe replied with a touch of sarcasm.

"Get her into the van and strip her, you fucking moron!" ordered the first one.

"Alright, alright. Hold your fuckin horses."

Joe grabbed Alice by one arm and dragged her to the back of the van. He opened the back doors, pulled her to her feet and pushed her inside. The doors slammed shut behind him. He shoved her hard and she fell forward onto the wooden bench. He came in behind her, leaning on her to keep her down and fumbling with her zipper. He quickly unzipped her pants and pulled them down her legs.

Meanwhile the two other men were having another go at Kyle. They pulled him up and lifted him onto the bike, lying across it on his belly, his ankles still cuffed to the machine. One of them removed his gag and shoved his still hard cock into his face.

"Listen up, dickface! You're gonna do as you're told, or your girlfriend eats lead when we're done with her. You want her to die?"

Kyle shook his head.

"Fine, then you're gonna open your big mouth and suck my cock. Understood?"

Kyle nodded and he let the man shove his cock between his lips. He gagged and nearly threw up, but the sound of a gun being cocked right beside his head told him to suck it up. The man shoved his cock all the way into Kyle's mouth, even further, into his throat, thrusting hard and fast. He stepped aside and another cock appeared. Kyle didn't resist this one either and the second man rode his face even longer. Neither of them came and Kyle was thankful for that. They uncuffed his hands and brought his arms down, cuffing them separately to this side of the bike, and then they gagged him again.

* * * * *

Kyle was scared to death of what was to come, but the men walked away. Leaving him there, hanging butt naked over his bike, his ass exposed to anyone who came down the road. He heard the doors of the van shut and couldn't help but thinking what they'd be doing to Alice. He tried to pull free of the cuffs, but there was no getting out of them. He couldn't do anything to help her. 

Then he froze.

Something brushed against his ass!!!

He tried to lift his head to look up and behind him, but his hands were tied in such a way that he could hardly move his upper body.

Then he felt it again!

He pulled hard on the cuffs, trying to get his hands free.

"No way you're getting out of those, buddy."

The voice scared him because the words sounded cold.

"Relax, you're not helping yourself by fighting us."

A hand traveled up his left leg, coming to a halt on his ass.

"You look good from this side. Really, you do. And I'm gonna treat myself to a piece of that fine looking ass of yours."

Kyle screamed behind his gag and he pulled even harder on the cuffs. To no avail.

"Don't pull too hard, you wouldn't want the bike to fall over, would you. It would squash you like a fucking bug."

Kyle realized he was indeed putting his life in danger. The bike could fall and crush him. He tried to squirm his hands out of the cuffs instead of pulling on his arms with all of his strength, but it only led to laughter.

"Here's what I'll do. I guess you still have a virgin ass, so I'll start with my finger first. Then I'll add another finger and by then I'm pretty sure you'll be ready for more. And eager for more as well. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be beggin to get fucked in the ass. Trust me, you will."

Kyle was terrified and he tried to keep his muscles tensed as much as he could.

* * * * *

The guy hit him on his ass. Hard! The first contact surprised Kyle and hurt like hell. But then he was expecting the pain and didn't react to it anymore.

"Fine, have it your way." the man said and Kyle heard footsteps moving away. Then the door of the van opened and he heard shreds of the conversation that took place. He was starting to feel faint. The blood was rushing to his head and he had to concentrate on staying awake. He focused on the voices he heard, but when the door of the van was shut again, he had nothing to focus on. His head was spinning like crazy and his thoughts drifted. After a while he lost consciousness and hung limply over the bike.

He didn't feel them untying him and dragging him to the van. 

In the van, Alice was stripped of her clothes and her hands cuffed to the side of the van. The leader then pulled her to him and told her to spread her legs. She was trying to fight him, but he reminded her that he would kill Kyle if she didn't do as he told her. So she let him grab and spread her legs, his fingers finding their way to and inside her pussy in a matter of seconds. She froze as his fingers moved inside of her and he slapped her again. She cried out in surprise, but he slammed his hand over her mouth.

"Tom, come over here." 

The guy moved around the van.

"Stick something in her mouth, I'm fed up with her screaming."

Tom shoved his cock into her mouth and started to ride her face. Alice's cries were now perfectly muffled.

Both men laughed and the first one continued to press on into her pussy.

"I want you to fuck my fingers, bitch. Come on, move that fat ass, fuck yourself with my fingers until you come."

Alice couldn't speak; she could hardly make a noise. The only thing she could do, was obey, so she started to move her hips, pushing her pussy up towards him, taking his fingers deeper into her body.

"Oh, come on, move faster. I told you to fuck yourself with my fingers. If you don't come, you'll piss me off and you honestly don't want me pissed off at you."

* * * * *

Alice moved her hips a little faster, but with Tom pinning her head to the floor and her hands tied, she could only do so much.

"Get off Tom, she's not going to get it right."

Tom got up without a word and sat on the wooden bench just as Joe came back to the van. He was asking if he could go ahead with Kyle, but he was denied his pleasure.

"He's about to pass out anyway, gimme a hand with him."

Tom got out of the van and the two of them got Kyle off the bike, dragged him to the van and pulled him to his feet, cuffing his ankles back together and cuffing his hands to the left rearview mirror. Leaving his limp body hanging out for anybody to see, like a live billboard.

Meanwhile, Alice was trying to do what the guy had told her.

"Hey, Bill, what's next." Joe asked when they came back.

"Fuck off! You can have her when I'm done."

Alice's eyes became wide with fear again and she froze.

"Don't stop, bitch. I told you I wanted you to come. You'd better start pumpin that pussy."

In order to get her going again, he shoved his fingers all the way into her pussy. She wasn't wet yet, so he was going to have to help her a little. He moved his hand around and placed his thumb onto her clit. She tried to pull away, but he followed and started to rub his thumb across her clit. It only took him a few minutes to get her aroused; he felt her pussy getting wet and her body reacted to his fingers. She picked up where she had left off, pushing herself down over his fingers. He kept rubbing her clit and she moved faster, until her breathing became shallow. She started to make small sounds and they were of pleasure. The feelings that rushed through her body could not be controlled and she gave into her first orgasm.

* * * * *

Now that she was nice and wet, Bill positioned himself between her legs and guided his cock to her throbbing pussy. He entered her without warning and she yelped as his cock filled her up. He slapped her across the face to shut her up. Once he had taken entire possession of her pussy he gave her a second or two to relax and then he started to fuck her. She tried to squirm away from him, but he pinned her to the floor of the van and continued to thrust inside of her. She closed her eyes and tried to block her emotions, but he was giving her a good time, thrusting his entire length in and out of her, rubbing her clit or squeezing her breasts. He took his time with her. The emotions that rose from her pussy slowly took control over her mind and after a while, she found herself moving her hips in unison with his thrusts. Suddenly he paused. The sound of bikes coming down the road drew his attention and he waited for a moment to see what was going to happen.

Three bikers pulled up alongside the van and they were watching Kyle's limp body. Then they saw his bike and they pulled to the side of the road, a little ahead of the van. One of them got off and started to walk back. Tom stood by Kyle's bike and waited for him.

"What's going on here?" the biker asked.

"Nothing much, just a fucking-fest." Tom replied.

"Don't see much fuckin goin on."

"My friend's in the van with the girl, we just got started."

"And him?" the biker asked, pointing towards Kyle, "Hangin out to dry or available?"

"Available, we haven't gotten 'round to him yet. Like I said, we just got started."

"Can we join in?"

"Sure, everybody's welcome. There's only one rule you need to keep in mind."

"What's that?"

"We get first servings of everything."

"Sure, no problem."

* * * * *

Tom held out his hand to the biker.

"I'm Tom and that's Joe over there. The guy in the van is Bill."

The biker took his hand and shook it.

"I'm Brad and that's Mike and Slim. Slim is the skinny one."

The four of them walked back to the van and they talked a little, waiting for Bill to come out.

Since his help wasn't needed, he returned his attention to Alice and continued to fuck her. He brought her to yet another orgasm, pulled his cock all the way out of her, grabbed her hips and rolled her over.

"Get up on your knees." he said.

Alice did as she was told, but when he pushed her face down onto the bench and guided his cock to her ass, she let herself fall back to the floor of the van.

"No, don't! Please don't do that." she whispered.

"Don't make me hurt you."

"Please don't."

"Get back onto your knees and give me your ass."

"No ... no ... no ..." she shook her head and whispered the word continuously.

He slapped her again.

"Get up and give me your ass."

"Please ..."

"Are you a virgin there?"

Alice couldn't speak, she only nodded. She was hoping he'd leave her alone.

* * * * *

To her surprise he smiled and got up. He jumped out of the van and went to the other men.

"Who's up for a piece of virgin ass?" he asked.

Tom jumped up and raised his hand, "I am." he said eagerly. He usually got to take the virgins, unless Bill really wanted it himself.

"Hey, I wouldn't mind that myself." Slim said.

Bill looked at him.

"Depends on how much you're willing to pay." he said with a smile.

"One hundred." Slim replied.

"Two hundred." Tom said.

"Three."

"Four."

"One thousand." Slim snarled, "One thousand dollars for that virgin ass." he said pointing at Alice.

Tom was baffled. He didn't have a thousand bucks.

"Cash and upfront." Bill said.

"No problem." Slim replied and reached in his pocket, pulling out a wad of money. He counted the money and handed it to Bill, who counted it a second time.

"She's all yours." he said.

* * * * *

Slim walked to the van and gave Alice a good look-over. She was nicely built and she was pretty good-looking. It surprised him that she was still a virgin on one side, but that wouldn't last much longer.

"Hi," he said as he climbed into the van and shut the door behind him.

Alice looked at him with big eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks. She heard the conversation, so she knew why he was here.

"Please don't."

"Don't!" he snapped, "Just shut up and do as you're told. You're gonna make me hard to start with. I just gave that guy a thousand bucks and I want you to make it worth every penny."

He moved to her head and pulled his cock out of his pants.

"Make me hard."

Alice slowly opened her mouth and he waited.

"Treat me well and I'll extend you the same courtesy." he said and his voice carried more of a promise than of a threat.

She nodded and took his cock into her mouth. His cock started growing in her mouth in a matter of seconds and she could feel it getting pretty long. Once he was fully erect, he pulled back and looked down at her.

"This is why I'm called Slim, you see. A long and thin dick. Now, get onto your knees."

She obeyed with a little hesitation.

Slim positioned himself behind her and guided his cock into her wet pussy first. He thrust within her body and she could feel the head hitting the bottom of her pussy. She wasn't sure if he was all the way in, coz he was pretty long. After a few minutes, he pulled out of her and scooped up some of her juices, rubbing it onto her ass to lubricate it.

When she felt his cock press against her ass, she started to whimper again, pleading with him not to do it. He asked her a few times to shut up, but when she wouldn't listen; he hit her on the back of her head. She screamed in pain and surprise and he hit her again.

"Shut up or I will hurt you." he snarled.

The door of the van opened and Bill asked him if he needed any help.

"No, just a gag to shut the bitch up."

Bill got in and pulled a box out from under the bench. He opened it and took out a rag and a length of rope. With minor effort the two of them pried Alice's jaws apart and Bill stuffed her mouth with the rag, tying the length of rope over it to keep it in place. She tried to fight them, but Slim pinned her onto her knees, with his cock pressing against her ass and her hands still cuffed to the bottom of the bench. She had nowhere to go.




Kyle & Alice



Bill jumped out of the van and left the door open so they could all enjoy the show.

* * * * *

Now that she was silenced, Slim went on with his business and he pressed hard against her ass. She was trying to fight him and tensed up her muscles as much as she could. He got fed up with her and slapped her ass cheek. She yelped in pain and he continued to hit her until both her ass cheeks were on fire. When the strength went out of her, he took her by surprise, shoving his cock into her ass in one swift move. She cried out behind her gag, but hardly any noise filtered through. Slim shoved again and his cock slid deeper into her body, causing her to jerk and squirm under him. He knew he was hurting her, but she asked for it. He didn't intend to rape her, just wanted a piece of her ass, but she had given him no choice but to become aggressive and violent. She had none other to blame than herself.

He shoved once more and his balls hit her skin as his entire length disappeared into her tight ass. She squealed but he hardly heard it and started to ride her ass for his own enjoyment. He couldn't care less if she liked it or not, or if she had an orgasm or not. If she hadn't fought him, he would've done everything for her, now he did it all for himself. So he thrust his entire length deep inside of her, shoving her forward with each move, her head hitting the back of the passenger seat. She was crying continuously now. She was in pain, she was totally helpless and she was being humiliated beyond words. He continued to fuck her until he came, deep inside of her body, his juices squirting into the deepest regions of her bowels. He stayed there for a few seconds until he was done and then pulled back. She collapsed to the floor when he left her, crying her eyes out.

"I told you to behave or I would hurt you. You can only blame yourself for getting raped that way. I wanted to give you pleasure for your first time, but you denied yourself that, and I really don't think either of the others will give you any."

She didn't look up at him but curled herself up like a baby and cried in pain and anger.

* * * * *

Meanwhile the others were getting aroused by the show and Joe and Brad went over to Kyle. He was slowly coming to, but the hands touching him startled him back into the waking world.

When he opened his eyes and saw Brad, he yelled in surprise. Brad punched him in the face to shut him up.

"Don't piss me off or you'll take more than a punch. Get onto your feet."

Kyle pulled on his arms and pushed himself up, leaning against the van for support. Joe untied his hands but tied them behind his back before Kyle could try anything. Besides, he had hardly any feeling in his arms, he'd be surprised if he were able to lift them, let alone try to strike either of these men.

They each grabbed one of his arms and dragged him back to where the others were standing. They made him look at what was happening to Alice and when he turned his head away, Mike punched him in the gut. With the wind knocked out of him, Kyle went down on his knees.

"Perfect!" came a sarcastic snarl, "Just where I wanted you."

Kyle looked up and saw two men towering over him, both of them were unzipping their pants and they pulled their cocks out nearly at the same time.

"I got aroused watching your bitch give head and I want some too. Suck my dick!" came the order. Kyle knew he had no way out, but he kept his lips together. That only got him another punch to the face. He barely managed to keep his balance but one of the men grabbed his hair and held him up.

"Suck ... my ... dick!" he repeated while shoving his cock into Kyle's face. This time, Kyle obeyed and opened his mouth to the man. Within seconds the cock grew to full size and Kyle nearly gagged on it. Mike had his hand loosely on Kyle's head and was fucking his face rapidly, bringing himself to a fast orgasm. He came into Kyle's mouth. When he felt the throbbing cock squirt, Kyle pulled away from the man and the sperm shot onto his shoulder and chest instead. By the time Mike got a hold of Kyle's hair, he was done. He scooped up some of the sperm off Kyle's chest and smeared it across his face. Then he stepped aside and let Brad have a go.

Having seen what happened, he grabbed Kyle's hair firmly and held on to him with both hands. Mike stood right behind Kyle and they held his body in place with a knee each. He had absolutely nowhere to go and Brad fucked him hard and fast, hammering his big cock deep into Kyle's mouth and throat. When he was about to come he gave Mike a wink and they put even more pressure on Kyle's head. Brad thrust one last time, deep into Kyle's mouth and his squirting sperm hit the back of his throat with nowhere else to go but down. They held him tight and didn't let go until Brad was done.

* * * * *

They let go of him at the same time and Kyle fell to the ground, gagging on the sperm, meaning to cough it up.

"If you throw up, you're dead meat." a menacing voice sounded right over his head, "Suck it up!" Brad shouted in his ear. A split second later Kyle heard a gun being cocked and when he looked up, he found himself staring down the twin barrels of a shotgun.

"Suck it up or eat lead." Mike said.

Kyle had no choice but to swallow hard to keep from being sick. They stood around him laughing and he felt even more miserable than before.

Slim joined them and Bill gave him a questioning look.

"So how was she?"

"It could've been so much better if she'd let it happen. She had to fight me!" he said with a bit of a sigh, "So I ended up fucking her brains out. She's a pile of mush right now, not much use to any of us for the time being."

"We'll see about that." Bill answered as he reached down to Kyle, pulling him back onto his knees, "Make me hard so I can finish what I started."

Kyle gave him a mean look and was immediately treated to a kick in the ribs by Joe.

"Just do as you're told."

Bill grabbed his chin and pressed on his jaws, prying them open and shoving his cock inside.

"I'm not gonna come in your mouth, I want myself another piece of her, so just make me hard before I get pissed."

Kyle relaxed his jaws and Bill shoved his cock deeper inside his mouth. He grabbed Kyle's hair and moved his head back and forth over his cock, getting hard very quickly and simply turned and walked to the van when he was satisfied.

Kyle stayed on his knees and watched him. When he got back into the van, he didn't bother to close the door; he would let the rest of them enjoy the view. So he grabbed Alice and pulled her back onto her knees, guiding his cock straight to her ass and entering her without hesitation. She screamed behind her gag.

Kyle shouted out and tried to get to his feet. The cuffs on his ankles kept him down and a kick to his ribs sent him all the way to the ground. They started beating him up and he had no way to defend himself against the blows and kicks.

* * * * *

They beat him up for a while and then Slim and Brad pulled him to his feet. The cut on his left brow was bleeding badly again and his lips were split on one side, more blood dripped from his nose. Mike smeared the blood across Kyle's face.

"Ask me to stop and I will." he said softly.

Kyle looked up and knew what the guy was after. He hesitated for a second and Mike punched him in the gut again.

"Only one way to make us stop." Mike added.

Kyle didn't hesitate any longer, he knew he would be badly bruised, but so far he had no broken bones. If they kept at it, they might break every bone in his body.

"Please ..." he started, "don't hurt me."

"What? What was that you said?"

"Please ..." Kyle repeated, "please don't."

"Beg me!" Mike whispered.

"Please ..." Kyle hesitated, but when he saw Slim's fist rise, he continued, "please ... don't hurt me anymore ... I beg you."

They all laughed and Brad let go of his arm.

"Now how about a piece of his ass." Mike said to the rest of the group.

"You're gonna have to wait." Tom replied.

"Oh? Why's that?"

"Coz Bill gets first servings, remember."

"I'll give you 500 bucks for first serving."

"Make it a thousand and you can have him." Bill shouted back from the van.

"Deal."

Mike nodded at Slim and he pulled out the wad again, counting the money and going over to the van to hand it to Bill. He turned halfway and held out his hand. He continued to fuck Alice while he counted the money.

"Have fun!" he shouted and thrust himself deep into Alice's body.

* * * * *

Slim and Mike grabbed Kyle and dragged him to the van, pushing him down to his knees. Slim threw his weight onto him and pinned him to the floor of the van. Bill reached into the box that still stood open next to Alice's head and threw them a length of rope.

"Tie that around his waist and across his back, secure it to the hooks in the floor. That's what they're there for."

Slim took the rope and tied one end to one of the hooks, pulled it across Kyle's waist and then through another hook, then he ran the rope four times across his back and pulled it taut. Then he secured it to a last hook.

"You've got this van well equipped for this kind of thing." Slim said to Bill as he climaxed deep inside Alice's body.

"It's got everything we need for in-depth interrogation, if you know what I mean." Bill replied as he got out of the van, "She's all yours guys, I've had my way with her."

Joe jumped into the van and quickly turned her onto her back.

"Pussy first, ass next." he snarled.

She didn't react to his words.

But she did to his cock. She wasn't aroused anymore after having been raped in the ass twice and her pussy was no longer wet. He shoved his large cock into her without warning and she twitched in pain. He was totally oblivious of her reaction and hammered himself deep into her. He closed his eyes for a second, feeling how tight her body was around him. Then he began to fuck her hard and fast and when he was about to come, he put both his hands on her throat and started to choke her. When she was about to lose consciousness, he let go and he came at the same time.

She was trying to catch her breath again, but he left her no time, grabbing her hips and rolling her onto her belly, pulling her ass up towards him, he guided his cock into her ass. It was now well prepared and he penetrated her in one thrust. He fucked her hard and brought himself to another climax.

* * * * *

When he was done, he pulled away from her and she collapsed to the floor. He turned around and jumped out of the van. He sat on the grass and watched Mike who was fucking Kyle in the ass. Slim was sitting next to Kyle's head, holding the shotgun. The barrels of the shotgun disappeared into his mouth. Kyle was in a lot of pain but he dared not make a noise out of fear that Slim would pull the trigger like he said he would. Meanwhile Tom got into the van and pulled Alice onto her knees. She tried to plead with him, but the gag muffled her every noise. He pushed her head down and took possession of her pussy first. He did it in a swift but gentle move and when he could go no further, he remained still within her for a moment, letting her feel his size. He knew Joe was bigger shaped, but the difference wasn't that big. While he was motionless within her, he reached around and rubbed her clit with his fingers. When he felt her body react to that, he started to slowly thrust inside of her. He kept his fingers on her clit, rubbing and teasing it while he fucked her. She was soon wet again and she moved her hips in unison with him, not much though, just enough to feel him better. His cock was rubbing her g-spot and she felt her orgasm building. He removed the gag from her mouth, allowing her to breathe more easily.

"Don't make me regret that." he said.

Alice shook her head and pushed her hips towards him.

Just then Mike climaxed deep into Kyle's body making him moan in pain. When Mike pulled away from him, Slim removed the shotgun from his mouth and handed it to Mike. He went up to the bench and sat down right beside Alice's head.

"Lift your head and say hello to my little friend here, I'm sure you remember him."

Alice looked up but couldn't see more than the semi-erect cock in front of her. Slim slid across the bench and positioned himself at her head.

"Come on."

She took his cock into her mouth again and it grew rapidly. Meanwhile Tom kept rubbing her clit and his cock stroked her g-spot. Soon she exploded into another orgasm. She gave Slim a better blowjob than before, sucking hard on his cock and licking along his shaft. He loved it.

When Tom wanted to move onto her ass, Slim stopped him.

"Let's do this together, you take her ass, I'll have her pussy."

* * * * *

Alice started to whimper, but a slap on her ass reminded her to keep her mouth shut.

"I'll stuff that rag down your throat if you utter another word." Slim warned her.

"There's not enough room in here with him there." Tom said, pointing at Kyle.

"Plenty of room out there." Slim replied and Tom tossed him the keys to the handcuffs. They dragged her outside and Slim got down onto the grass. Tom cuffed Alice's hands behind her back and forced her down over Slim. He guided his cock into her wet pussy and pulled her all the way down, his long cock filling her up as before. Then he pulled her body down onto his and Tom positioned himself behind and above her. He slowly guided his cock to her ass and thrust inside of her in a swift and gentle move. He put his feet solidly on the ground and started to fuck her again. Slim followed his rhythm and Brad joined in as well, prying her jaws open and shoving his cock into her mouth.

She was being taken on three sides. Mike was watching them gang rape her while Bill was taking his turn at Kyle's ass. Joe took over the shotgun from Mike and let it rest on Kyle's cheek. He was playing with himself, rubbing his cock with his free hand. As soon as Bill came, Joe jumped up and took his place, shoving his cock into Kyle's ass. He yelled out in pain and seconds later Mike gagged him the way Alice had been. Joe was fucking him hard and fast.

* * * * *

Meanwhile the three men changed positions, Tom was done and moved away from them and Brad took his place. Slim was still lying underneath her, fucking her pussy. Brad was having his way with her ass and Bill went over for another blowjob. He looked Brad in the eyes and started to pace him, fucking her hard and deep from both ends. They came at the same time, Bill deep into her throat, Brad deep in her ass. Slim felt Brad's cock throbbing through her skin and could barely keep from coming. When Brad and Bill moved away, Slim rolled over and got on top of her again, shoving hard and fast, riding her until he came with great force.

She was totally exhausted and he got up, leaving her there, while he joined the rest of them at the van. Joe was hammering away at Kyle, shoving his large cock deep into the man's body. Kyle was in much pain and when Joe was about to come, he rammed himself even harder and deeper into that tight ass, causing Kyle to pass out.

Joe came just then and he thrust one last time deep into the limp body in front of him.

They didn't untie Kyle; they simply left him there while they returned to Alice. Bill pulled her to her feet and blindfolded her. He led her to the side of the van and untied her hands long enough to bring her arms up and tie them to the top of the van with a chain. He got a hold of her left foot and Tom grabbed her right foot. They spread her legs and secured them in place.

Mike, Slim and Brad were curious to see what was going to happen next.

Joe was sitting on the grass, not interested in the least bit by what was going on. He knew what they were going to do and he hated it.

Tom was first. He sat on his knees and stuck his head between her legs. She felt his tongue against her clit and tried to pull away. She couldn't move. His tongue danced around and next she felt something cold and smooth penetrate her pussy. Seconds later she realized it was a dildo. He turned it on and the vibrations inside of her made her head spin. He continued to lick her clit and she couldn't fight her orgasm. She screamed and they let her. Next Bill was up. He waited for her orgasm to subside and he started all over again. He took the dildo and put it in her ass instead of her pussy. And even though she was no longer a virgin there, she was yet to have an orgasm. His tongue flicked across her clit for a while and then he turned the dildo on, pushing it all the way into her battered ass, turning it to full speed. She felt something she had never felt before and when her body started to contract around the dildo, she felt her first-ever anal orgasm.

* * * * *

Bill got up and motioned to the three other men that they could have a go as well.

"So, what exactly is the point of this?" Slim asked, "First you fuck her brains out and now this?"

"That makes it even worse for her, coz she can't fight her orgasm. She's so tired that she can't keep her body from reacting to it. It's bad enough to get raped, let alone gang-raped the way she was, but when the rapist makes you come, it's even more humiliating."

"In that case, ..." Slim walked right up to Alice and started to fondle her breasts with one hand and licking them while his other hand went for her clit. He had the dildo in hand and he turned it on, letting it play over her clit and between her outer lips. She was begging for him to stop, but her words had no effect.

"Tell me," Brad said to Tom, "why the blindfold?"

"She can't see what's happening, so she has to feel it. And besides, we've got one more surprise for her."

Slim brought her to yet another orgasm and she kept begging for them to stop, to leave her alone. To no avail.

Brad walked up to her and waited a minute or two, picking his 'tools' for the mission at hand. He picked a double dildo that would fill both her pussy and her ass up. It was battery operated as well, but instead of just vibrating, both of these things made circles as well. He started on her clit like the others and when she came to his tongue, he penetrated her contracting body with the double dildo's guiding the two heads into her. He filled her with them and when her orgasm subsided, he threw the switch and returned to her clit, causing her to scream loudly. None of them tried to silence her.

* * * * *

"Hey guys, look who's awake as well!" Slim shouted from behind the van.

"Well, looks like we can continue." Tom said, "How about it? You feel up for the rest of your treat? Still three of us to go."

Kyle pulled on the ropes and tried to move, but couldn't budge.

"I guess that means you're good to go." Tom added while he guided his cock towards Kyle's ass. He quickly penetrated the man and shoved himself deep into him. Kyle's eyes opened wide in panic.

"Don't worry I'll make it quick." Tom said and he fucked Kyle fast. He came within minutes and pulled away again.

"See, that wasn't so bad."

Kyle was in total despair when Slim and Brad showed up as well.

"Wanna flip a coin over it?" Slim asked.

"No, you go first. I've got another idea."

Slim walked up to Kyle and grabbed his hips.

"I do like tight asses like yours," he said in a half-whisper, "and I like it even more when that tight ass comes around me."

Kyle couldn't believe his ears. This guy was gonna make him come!

Slim took possession of Kyle's ass and started to fuck him slowly, letting Kyle feel every inch of him. He reached around and started playing with Kyle's balls in order to get him aroused. It worked. Kyle felt his own cock getting more and more erect by the minute and hated himself for such a lack of control. When Slim took Kyle's cock into his hand and started stroking it, rubbing his head and teasing the thick vein all the way down his shaft, it made his head spin. The cock moving inside of him was starting to make him feel dizzy and he tried to fight it, tried to shake his head to clear his thoughts. Mike quickly jumped into the van and untied the rope that held Kyle down. At the same time, Slim removed Kyle's gag and with the rag out of the way, Mike pulled Kyle's face down over his semi-erect cock. He moved Kyle's head up and down while Slim kept stroking his cock and thrusting in his ass. Kyle couldn't fight them, or the feelings that were rushing through his body and he came to Slim's stroking hand first, then to his throbbing cock. His body contracted around Slim and he picked up the speed, bringing himself to a climax while Kyle was still coming. He sucked hard on Mike's cock and brought him to another climax as well, oblivious of the fact that Mike came into his throat, swallowing in a reflex.




Kyle & Alice



"That's a good bitch!" somebody said, but Kyle was too dizzy to react to it. He was panting and his blood was rushing through his veins.

* * * * *

"Well that kinda messes up my plan."

It was Brad.

"What was your plan?" Mike asked him.

The men walked away from the van so that neither Kyle nor Alice could hear what they were saying.

"I thought it would be nice to let them have a piece of each other as well. So we let the girl down and tell her to give another blowjob ... to him. Then we put her down on her back and make him fuck her."

"What if he doesn't want to?" Joe asked.

"Doesn't want to? I'll have my say in it. She makes him hard; we position him between her legs and guide his cock into her pussy. Then I take his ass and as I fuck him, he fucks her."

"Jeez, you've got a twisted mind. Let's do it!"

They split up and one group untied Kyle and gagged him again while the others untied Alice and brought her around the back of the van. Kyle was sitting in the back of the van, his legs finally released for the first time since this ordeal started, but his hands still tied behind his back and once again gagged.

They brought Alice around and pushed her down in front of Kyle. They brought her head to his cock.

"Take that cock into your mouth and make him hard."

She did as they told her.

In a matter of minutes, Kyle's cock was fully erect again.

"Now lie down and spread your legs."

They helped her down and she spread her legs without a word. Next Slim and Brad positioned Kyle between her legs and Brad guided Kyle's cock into her still wet pussy. Then he stepped over Kyle and eased himself into his ass, fucking him as slowly as Slim had done minutes before. With each thrust, Brad forced Kyle's cock into Alice's body.

* * * * *

Brad leaned forward, whispered something into Kyle's ear and stood up, unlocking the handcuffs.

"Do as I tell you or she dies. Make her come and come inside of her. You've got five minutes."

Those were the terrifying words Brad had whispered to him.

Kyle had no choice but to take a more active part in this and he started to thrust into Alice, hating himself more than he hated these six men. Alice was exhausted and she wasn't eager to respond to him, but he managed to get her aroused once more.

"One minute left. You'd better hurry!"

Kyle pushed himself up a little on his arms, hoping they would still be able to carry his weight. He had hardly any feeling left in them.

This change in position gave him a better angle and pretty soon her breathing got shallower, she was nearly there. Kyle thrust a little faster and suddenly felt her body contract around him. He came at the same time and the look on his face said enough.

"That's a good boy, you just saved her life. Now let's see if you can save your own. Get up."

Kyle heaved his battered body up onto his knees and started to push up, but Brad stopped him.

"That's just perfect. Stay right there."

Kyle stayed on his hands on knees.

Brad signaled to the others to get the girl out of there and they quickly pulled her to her feet and dragged her away.

* * * * *

"Now, let's see how well you obey orders." Brad said as he removed Kyle's gag, "One word out of you and you die. Understood?"

Kyle nodded.

"Good! Spread your legs a little further."

He did as he was told.

Brad guided his cock to Kyle's ass and rested against the rim.

"Take me inside of you." Brad ordered.

Kyle pushed his hips back and felt the cock slide into his body.

"Come on ... all the way in, you can move as much as you need to."

Kyle tilted his hips a little and pushed back again, taking more of Brad's cock into his ass. Brad didn't move an inch and didn't help Kyle in any other way. So he moved back a little and felt that big cock sliding ever so deep.

"That's good, you're almost there." Brad encouraged him.

Once his entire length was inside of Kyle's body, he put both his hands on his hips and held him in place.

"Feel that?"

Kyle nodded.

"That's my cock right there, I want you to ride me and I want you to take me this deep inside of you on every move. Got it?"

Kyle nodded again and waited for Brad to release his hips. When the hands moved away, Kyle started to rock back and forth, gliding over that cock, letting it slip out of him and then bringing it all the way back inside. Brad was thrilled about Kyle's obedience and felt like giving him a reach-around, but he didn't. Later they would bring Kyle to so many climaxes he'd pass out. But not yet.

"Ride me hard and fast." Brad ordered, "As fast as you can. And make me come."

Kyle started to move faster and he rode Brad's cock harder.

"Oh, yeah, that's it! Harder!"

Kyle clenched his teeth together and pushed on his arms, bringing his body back faster, fucking himself onto Brad's cock.

"Make me come! ... Now!" Brad ordered.

Kyle tilted his hips a little downward and shifted the pressure. It made Brad come nearly instantly. He couldn't control himself and grabbed Kyle's hips, pulling him back hard and deep over his throbbing cock, sighing loudly, satisfied with Kyle's performance.

* * * * *

"That's a good boy. Now do you want to come as well?"

Kyle shook his head.

"Really? Hmm, I'm gonna ignore that answer."

Brad pulled back and replaced his cock by a dildo, sliding it into Kyle's lubricated ass all the way and turning it on once it was all the way in.

"Now close your legs and feel how wonderful that is."

Kyle obeyed and closed his legs, closing his body around the vibrating dildo. He came within minutes and Brad pushed him down to the ground.

"Stay right here. Don't move an inch. Don't even bat an eyelid. If you do, you die after all. Understood?"

There was no reaction whatsoever from Kyle.

"Good." Brad said, removed the dildo from Kyle's ass and walked to where the others stood.

* * * * *

"That's it for us." Bill was just saying as Brad approached, "They're all yours from her on, we're headin off."

Joe threw Alice's clothes out of the van and gathered all their things; handcuffs, dildos, ropes and other toys they used. Joe, Bill and Tom got into the van and pulled away, leaving Kyle and Alice to the mercy of the bikers.

"Get your clothes on." Mike said to Alice, "And you, get your ass over here." he shouted to Kyle.

Alice got dressed as quick as she could.

Kyle was struggling to get to his feet; the beating he took earlier was catching up with him. Brad went to him and helped him to his feet.

"Come on, let's get you back in your clothes."

Kyle looked at him, then looked over to where Alice stood and saw she was dressed already. He limped to the bike and put his clothes on as quickly as he could.

"You were a good sport and I don't see why we should hurt you any more." Brad said and slapped him on the shoulder.

"Why did you do it?" Kyle asked.

"Coz we never say no to a good fuck. And that's what we got, a good fuck. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time, that's all. If it hadn't been you, it would've been somebody else down the road."

"I think we would've preferred that."

"Yeah, probably, and it would've made no difference to us either. This was nothing personal."

"I got your name ..." Kyle started but Brad raised his hand to stop him from saying something stupid.

"Don't threaten us! If you do, we'll kill you on the spot. And then we'll take your little lady with us and keep her as a sex toy. There's over forty of us. Do you want that to happen?"

Kyle shook his head.

"No, I didn't think so. Get on your bike and go home, take a hot bath and get some rest. By the time you wake up tomorrow, this will be nothing more than a memory."

"And we have to live with it."

"That's right, you get a chance to live with it." he emphasized the word 'live'.

* * * * *

Mike and Slim walked to the bikes and Alice joined Kyle. When Brad started to walk away, Alice called to him.

"Brad is it?"

He stopped and turned around.

"Yes?"

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"For not killing us." Alice said softly.

Brad smiled and turned his back on her, got onto his bike and started the engine. He looked back and shouted over the roar of the three bikes "Take care of yourselves.", then they gunned the engines and roared off into the night.

Kyle and Alice stood by his bike and he put his arm around her to comfort her.

"Let's get out of here." he said softly.

"Are you gonna be okay to drive?"

"I'll manage, and if I feel I have to stop, I'll pull over and rest. Don't worry, I'll get us home."

"I'm not worried, not anymore."

He got onto his bike and turned the ignition on, Alice swung her leg over the seat and rested her body against his. He gunned the engine once, then pulled onto the road.

Their nightly ordeal had finally come to an end.