5 comments/ 34184 views/ 51 favorites The Tutor Pt. 01 By: cumcouple PROLOGUE The front door was unlocked. This was Hunter's first indication that something wasn't quite right at home. The quiet bedroom community where he lived with his father wasn't exactly the kind of place where homes were locked up like fortresses, but in the middle of the day, with Hunter at school and his father at work, the door should have been bolted. Of course, he shouldn't have been home anyway. With two hours left in the schoolday, Hunter had played hooky, leaving early for home and the video games he hoped to play until his dad came home at five. He tucked his key back in his pocket and softly opened the door. As tall as he was for his age, Hunter was still far too young and far too small to stop a burglar, at any rate, but he had no desire to make a potential trespasser aware of his presence. Their house was a two-story colonial, with stairs to the second floor in front of the landing. To the right, the ample kitchen and breakfast nook stretched toward the back of the house. There was a small table set near the front windows, and a waist-high granite counter curved from the middle of the room toward the far wall and the stainless steel appliances. To the left, a large table occupied the formal dining room, its deep cranberry walls giving it a measure of darkness even when light streamed in from the front windows. Behind the stairs to the right and past the kitchen was an immense family room with the sort of deep leather sectional sofa that you just sank into when you sat down. Mr. Davies' well-worn recliner was opposite the entryway, angled to face the television and the front hall, making it impossible to sneak past him for a late-night snack in the kitchen from the stairs. To the left of the entryway to the family room, the stairs to the basement ran under the stairs to the second floor. Inside the eerily quiet house, Hunter glanced first to his right and then his left, confirming that both the kitchen and the dining room were empty. He crept past the kitchen and the stairs to check the family room, as empty as the rest of the first floor. A bit more confident but no less confused, Hunter was about to head to his room upstairs when he heard the first noise. It was like nothing he had ever heard -- sharp at first, then soft and muffled, like a broken train. He made his way up the carpeted stairs, closer to the sound. It grew louder with every step, until Hunter could tell that it was actually two noises happening almost at the same time. The second was definitely human, a sort of grunt or moan. It sounded almost pained, but not quite. He reached the landing and the sounds seemed to be growing in intensity. He could now hear muffled voices, as well, coming from the far end to the left -- his dad's bedroom. Crack! "Ohh!" Crack! "Ohh!" He couldn't make out the voices, and he couldn't tell what the cracking noise was, but Hunter was surprised to discover that at least the moans he heard were too high-pitched for any man. His mom and dad had been divorced for years; what was a woman doing in his house, let alone in his dad's bedroom? As he approached the half-open door, Hunter was shocked to hear a voice that sounded like his dad's but deeper and more gravelly than he had even heard. And the things he was saying! As he knelt by the doorway, Hunter heard dirtier words than any playground thug could ever dream up, punctuated by what he know discovered to be the sound of a belt cracking against bare skin. "That's it, you whore!" Crack! "Prancing around with your tits out for everyone to see!" Crack! "Can't even bother to wear panties to cover your soaking little cunt!" Crack! "Like you're just waiting to land on a cock!" Crack! The words alone would have been enough to shock the boy, but the scene in front of him made Hunter's mind shut down almost immediately. His father was standing at the end of the bed with his shirt off and his back toward the door, a long leather belt dangling from his right hand. In front of him, Hunter saw a woman standing on wobbling knees, her arms stretched high above her. Her wrists were cuffed together with black straps. A longer rope connected the cuffs to a silver eye bolt screwed into the ceiling, with the loose end threaded through to hang toward the ground. The effect stretched her body tautly from floor to ceiling, giving her just enough slack to squat a few inches toward the floor as she dangled and swayed from her restraints. Black panties pooled around her right ankle. Hunter stared in awe as his eyes traced the curves of her naked ass and back to the waves of auburn hair hanging between her shoulder blades. A small tattoo that looked like a "G" marked her left collarbone. The mirror on his father's low dresser was set on a slight angle, just enough for Hunter to glimpse the front of the woman when she swung to the right. He worried at first that she might see him, but his fear went away the moment her face came into view. She was blindfolded. The sharp crack of the belt snapped Hunter's eyes away from the reflection, and he stared at the bright red mark the belt -- his father's belt -- had left on the woman's backside seconds before. It looked like it hurt, he was sure it hurt, but the sound escaping from her lips wasn't pain. Was she enjoying this? Hunter watched with growing fascination as his father gripped the woman's hair, pulled her head back and said gruffly, "Be honest. Were you out chasing cock? Were you getting off thinking of giving some stranger a hard-on as you walked past? Tell me, whore!" The woman muttered something softly. "I can't hear you, bitch!" "Yes! Yes! I'm sorry!" Her hair bound around his father's hand, the woman's body was turned toward the mirror, and Hunter felt the first stirrings between his legs as he stared at the dark nipples of her breasts. Her boobs were large and round and capped with darker skin around the nipples that had to be three fingers across. Hunter's jaw hung slack while another part of his body grew stiffer than it ever had been. He struggled to pay attention to their conversation, if it could be called that. "What were you going to do, then, huh? Would you let him stick it in you, slut? Just bend you over right there and fuck you stupid, like the whore you are?!" "No!" She screamed in response. "Wrong answer," Mr. Davies replied, as he brought his hand swiftly and sharply across her cheek. "Try again." The woman whimpered before responding, "If you told me to! I would spread wide open for him if you told me to." "That's better," Mr. Davies said, almost happily. He gripped the loose end of the rope and let it slide through the eye bolt, allowing her arms to drop a bit. "Now show me what you would have done. Get on your knees." The woman turned toward Mr. Davies and the door, giving Hunter his first real look at her ample tits and neatly trimmed pussy. She dropped to her knees in front of his father, her arms still raised slightly above her head. Hunter saw his father fumbling with the front of his pants and watched as the slacks fell to the floor. He inched into the doorway carefully and watched as the head of his father's cock slid between the woman's lips. She buried her face in his crotch, moaning, before sliding her lips back toward the head again. After a few long sucks, Mr. Davies' hand cupped her tit, pinching the nipple hard, and she picked up her pace, slamming her face against his belly hard and fast. Hunter started to rub his own cock through his jeans, the hard outline of his shaft pressing tightly against the denim. After a few short minutes, Hunter's father abruptly through the rope and belt to the ground and, grabbing the woman by her tits, lifted her from the ground and threw her face-down on the bed. Hunter leapt up as quietly and quickly as he could, rushing away from the bedroom and down the stairs just before his dad turned to face the splayed legs laying across the bed. He snuck back out the front door and wandered the neighborhood in a daze until just after three, returning to his house at his normal time to find it empty, his father and the mystery woman gone. Without so much as a pause, Hunter rushed to his bedroom, slammed the door, and stroked his cock until it was raw and red. CHAPTER ONE Jen bounded into Hunter's room, holding aloft a test with a red "A" emblazoned on the top. Her ever-infectious smile brought a grin to Hunter's face. "We did it!" she shouted. "I can't believe this. I've never gotten an A in English before. You are an amazing tutor!" "Well, you did all the work," Hunter started. "Oh no, this was all 'cause of your help, Teach," interrupted Jen. She tossed her bag on the floor, jumped at Hunter, hugging him, and planting a quick kiss on his cheek. The two smiled at each other, holding the hug just a little too long. Hunter felt the absence of her body as soon as Jen pulled away. They had been studying together two nights a week for almost a month, the long hours in Hunter's room bringing them closer together than either Jen, the bouncy blonde cheerleader, or Hunter, the quiet, serious loner, could have imagined. He had always been attracted to her -- who wouldn't be? -- but he began to feel a heat during their study sessions and dull pangs of jealousy when she talked with other friends at school. Jen, too, couldn't deny that something had changed since they started studying. She'd hardly noticed the quiet boy with the dark hair hanging in his eyes before Mr. Anderson, their teacher, had suggested she study with Hunter. The first evenings had been uneventful, but she began to look at him -- at home and at school -- and to see new features: his penetrating brown eyes, his broad shoulders, his long perfectly trimmed fingers. Now, she was surprised to find herself missing the brief feel of his arms around her during their quick hug. That touch had been new for both of them, and Hunter and Jen were feeling the effects. She flopped onto his bed, still looking at the test, a satisfied look on her face as she flipped through her answers. After a moment, she noticed Hunter's silence. He hadn't moved or made a sound since she lay down. She stole a glance at him and followed his gaze to her legs, where her pleated skirt, in her hasty bounce on the bed, had flipped up to reveal the high-cut pink panties she'd put on that morning. Her hand involuntarily twitched to cover herself but held firm -- to her surprise -- and didn't complete the movement. Hunter's jaw was clenched tight as he studied the tightly drawn lace of the pink "v" between Jen's white thighs. He immediately felt the rush of blood to his groin, his penis hardening against his tight jeans. The sight wasn't lost on Jen. She'd seen a new hungry intensity in his dark eyes and allowed herself a quick glimpse further down his body, to the growing lump in his pants. She breathed in deeply, seeing already a hint of the size of his manhood. Instead of covering up, she surprised herself, and Hunter, with a teasing whisper: "See something you like?" Hunter started, flitting his eyes back up to hers as she far too slowly drew her skirt back over her thighs. "Sorry," he muttered. "Don't worry about it," Jen said, sitting up. She smiled at him. "You're too cute." "What's that supposed to mean?" he demanded, almost offended. "I didn't mean it like that," Jen replied quickly. "It's just, c'mon, a girl lays on your bed and shows you her panties? I'd look, too." Hunter chuckled. "First an 'A' and now flashing. You're just full of surprises." "Aw, poor boy got caught peeping up a girl's skirt," she replied jokingly with a fake pout. Jen stood up, hands on her hips in a seductive pose. "Who knows? Maybe one led to the other, Mr. Tutor. It's the least I could do for your help, after all." She moved closer to him, enjoying his discomfort. "Well you've seen my surprises. What surprises are you hiding in there?" she asked, teasing him. "What payment would my horny little man like for his services?" Jen laughed. Hunter saw the teasing gleam in her eyes and immediately sensed two very different emotions -- an overwhelmingly craving for the girl and an even-deeper indignation at being patronized. "Ha ha," he said, without humor. "Don't play with me like that." A shadow passed over his face. "Who's playing?" Jen asked, mistaking his retort for playful banter. "How about a real hug and kiss, Mr. Tutor?" She moved into his arms, realizing too late as he pulled her into a hard embrace that her little game had ended. Hunter's strong arms enveloped her in a way that was neither playful nor flirty nor loving but almost possessive. His long fingers stretched across her back, holding her tightly against him. Her large breasts, usually firm with the perkiness of youth, were now almost flattened against his chest, and her eyes grew wide as she felt his unmistakable steely hardness trapped against her belly. The shy, uncertain boy she'd toyed with became in her arms an overpowering man. It was like hugging a marble statue. And for the first time, Jen didn't just notice Hunter. She wanted him. His fingers traveled up her back, past her delicate bra strap, to her neck covered by her golden hair. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the citrusy scent of her shampoo, his fingers tangling in her blond waves. Whether she leaned her head back or he pulled her, they couldn't tell, but their lips were soon pressed together in a kiss unlike anything Jen had experienced before. She'd been kissed, she'd been embraced, hell, she'd even gone all the way, but this kiss and this embrace were unlike all the rest. And Jen knew, from the tightness of his arms and hands, the molding of his lips to hers, and the insistence of his tongue in her mouth that none of the other activities would be the same, either. In the brief moments since they first embraced, Jen had gone from aggressor to transgressed, and she tentatively drew her tongue across his lips with a shyness unfitting a confident, experienced young woman. Hunter pressed himself tighter to her. He'd imagined what his first kiss would be like, but he never saw himself so desirous, so ravenous, so...animal-like. Jen's hesitant tongue became lit with fire, dancing with his own. He took her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it gently. One hand stayed firmly in her hair, pulling her head toward him while the other explored her back, moving low enough to feel the pleats of her skirt and the waistband of her panties. Jen's hands moved over his back with equal vigor before resting on his hips, at the start of his jeans. She ground her pelvis into him, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock against her. She wondered what it would feel like without the denim, what it would look like, what it would taste like. Hunter's hand snapped into a fist, gripping the back of her shirt as he, all too soon, pulled her back, leaving Jen panting. Her cheeks were flushed, and her thick nipples were clearly visible against the shirt pulled tight across her chest. Hunter stared at her tits openly now, no hint of the surreptitious glances from before. He stared, and she let him, pressing her ample breasts forward even more, eager for him to see. "And now? Do you still like what you see?" she asked between breaths. Hunter said nothing but moved his eyes to hers, piercing her gaze with such power that she demurely looked to the ground between them. "Don't look away," he said, lifting her chin with a single finger. At length, he smiled. Jen's smile also returned and she laughed. "Fuck! That was hot! We should've done this weeks ago! I never thought it would be like that." "Why not?" Hunter asked darkly. "Haven't you been kissed before?" "Well, yeah, of course. I've kissed loads of guys, but none like that!" "Loads of guys?" Hunter raised an eyebrow before turning away. "Maybe not loads. But...haven't you kissed other girls before?" She held his arm and leaned her cheek against his shoulder. "I don't like that. Thinking about you with other guys," he said, ignoring her question. "I'm sorry, but it's not like we're dating. Are we?" she asked, pulling back to look up at him. Hunter's face looked puzzled, as if he had made a decision but wasn't sure what it was. "I don't know, but I just don't want to hear about it," he said. "Fine, I won't tell you," she said defensively. He held the back of her head gently but firmly and turned her face to his. In a quiet but determined voice, he said, "I don't want to hear about it because I don't want you to do it anymore." The shadow lifted from his face, and he added in a lighter tone, "I want to be the only one kissing you" "Okay," she whispered. He pecked her quick on the lips and then let her go, moving to check his phone on the desk. Jen stood as if lost for a moment before grabbing her bag. Hunter hardly noticed. "I'm, um, going to get going," she said quietly. "My folks are expecting me for dinner. I guess I'll see you tomorrow." "Sure," he said, not looking up. Jen moved quickly to the door, sensing strangely like she'd just been dismissed. He called her back, and she stopped. "You look good in that, by the way. You should wear it again." "Thanks," she squeaked, thrilled at the compliment. As she made her way down the stairs, a wave of confusion hit her, as if she'd just walked out of a movie and back into the real world. Was she Hunter's girlfriend now? No, that didn't seem to fit. But they were something, and she couldn't believe how turned on she'd gotten just from a kiss, or how easily she had agreed to his demand that she not kiss anyone else. She shook her head, a wave of anger and disappointment in herself replacing the confusion. Yet, even as she felt her confidence coming back, she was already planning her outfit for tomorrow -- white t-shirt, light blue pleated skirt, pink panties, though maybe a less delicate pair of the latter, she now realized. The ones she had on could barely contain her wetness. CHAPTER TWO "So do you like?" Jen asked with a sexy grin, doing a little pirouette in Hunter's doorway before walking in. Her light blue skirt flared our as she spun, and he smiled and licked his lips. "Gorgeous," he said. "You look great in that." "The skirt and shirt aren't the only things that match, you know," she said breathily. She watched his eyes drop to her waist as she lifted the hem of the skirt. Pink panties once again came into view, slightly narrower than the ones she wore yesterday, and cut higher, he noticed. They were thin, and he could see the rise of her mound. The material was drawn in between her lips, and could see the camel-toe outlining the rest of her pussy. He breathed, "Wow," and Jen was delighted to see a lump forming in his jeans and extending down his leg. "Pink really is your color. Even better than yesterday." "That's not the only difference," she said with a wink. Holding the hem lower, Jen turned around, looked over her shoulder, and quickly flipped the back of the skirt up to give Hunter a peek, showing him she'd traded the bikini-cut for thong panties. "Hey! Tease!" he protested. Jen laughed at his comment, fully intending to regain the control she'd had yesterday. "Uh uh uh, mister. That's all you get," she laughed. "But I barely saw anything," he said. "Turn around and do it again." "No," she replied, moving to just in front of the chair in which he sat. She leaned forward, revealing a long tantalizing line of cleavage, and placed her hands on his shoulders."That's all you get. For now," she teased. She saw the dark shadow pass across his face again and heard his voice, more gruff and insistent now. "But. I. Didn't. See. It. Enough." He reached for her arms and turned her around, harder than she had anticipated. "Do it again, and don't tease." Jen was taken aback by this new turn, but she found her hands betraying her, already lifting the skirt up, showing her bare ass with its string of pink embedded in her crack, to Hunter. "That's better," he said more gently. She felt his hand hold her own in place as he drank in the sight of the tight, pale globes in front of him. She nearly jumped as his fingertips drew four lines down up her right cheek. Hunter was mesmerized. He cupped her left cheek in his hand and squeezed, his fingers right at the edge of the deep cleft of her ass. He massaged each cheek, gently at first, and then harder, watching his fingertips press into the pliant flesh, leaving red marks behind. He pressed the small of her back, causing Jen to lean forward just a bit, and let go of her hand, confident that she would not drop the skirt. The Tutor Pt. 01 Jen stifled a moan as she felt both of Hunter's lean, strong hands gripping her ass. Her breath was ragged as he massaged her, spreading her cheeks wide before pressing them together again. Hunter, too, was becoming more and more excited. Jen moaned, and the sound and the sight of her ass brought back to his mind another moan, another ass, travelling across time through his memory. He blinked and for an instant saw the naked ass of his dad's lover, heard her squeal as his father slapped it hard. Without thinking, Hunter drew his hand back and brought it down with a resounding smack on her ass. She let out a stifled yelp, feeling the sharp sting of his hand, and, to her surprise, a gush of juice in her pussy. Almost unconsciously, she pushed her ass back toward its attacker who, encouraged by her movement, brought his palm down again on the tight, young ass in front of him. What started as one spank became two, then three, then more as the memories came flooding back to Hunter, intermixing with his present vision of Jen's reddening ass. She squirmed by did not pull away. What might have been at first over-eager play was now an overt spanking, and her ass tingled from the sting. She was surprised to find herself enjoying it, her pussy moistening with each smack. She was so focused on the blend of pain and pleasure that she didn't hear Hunter when he ordered her to stand up. He said it louder this time, punctuating his words with the hardest slap yet. "Ouch!" she yelled, bolting upright and turning to face him. "That hurt!" "Well, listen next time," he said with a slight grin. "When I say stand up, stand up." It wasn't worth arguing, Jen thought. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her and massaging her ass. "I got carried away," he explained, nuzzling into her waist, the top of his head bumping into the bottoms of her heavy breasts. She cradled his head against her, the sting spreading from her backside, sending tingles across her skin. She was aware of the weakness in her legs, the wetness between them, the hardness of her nipples inside her bra. Hunter's hands glided back under her skirt, and Jen groaned as he spread her cheeks, his fingers coming to rest on the sensitive skin between her asshole and her pussy. Her panties were soaked, and the wetness covered his fingertip as he pressed it repeatedly against her, centimeters from her sex. Jen writhed against his hand, bouncing her breasts on his head. His hands left her ass and slid around front, beneath her shirt, beneath her bra, lifting both in one motion. The underwire pressed on the top of her breasts, making her nipples jut out obscenely. "They're beautiful," Hunter said, staring at her hard, dark nipples. Her deep pink areola, even puckered as they were, stretched almost three inches wide on each tit, and again Hunter was greeted by a flash of memory from another set of tits from long ago. "They're yours, if you want them," she whispered. Indeed, he did, his tongue swirling around each nipple in response. He flicked the hard nub of her left breast with the tip of his tongue before opening his mouth wide to encompass the dark pink cap of her breast. Jen moaned as he drew her nipple deep inside his mouth. His hands encased her breasts, squeezing each hard before releasing -- squeeze, release, squeeze, release. The movement forced more of her nipple into his mouth until he squeezed once more, harder than before, making her nipples stand out like two sharpened arrows. He slid his mouth back until just the tip of her tit was between his lips and sucked hard, almost painfully, his tongue flicking across the eraser-tip. Jen moaned again and felt a new burst of heat and fluid coat her pussy as Hunter edged her closer to pain. He finally released her nipple with a "pop" before diving mouth-first to her right tit. He sucked again, and she felt the graze of his teeth on her sensitive skin. His right hand focused on her left nipple, tugging and twisting it as he continued to nibble on the right one. After several intense minutes, he sat back, his fingers pinching and stretching her glistening nipples before letting go. Jen watched with lustful desire as he undid his zipper and pushed his pants off his hips, lifting his ass and sliding them to the floor. She sank to her knees, her hands peeling his boxers down. His cock pointed straight to the ceiling. "Oh my god," she intoned. "Your cock is huge!" She gaped at the pillar of flesh. It was lean and long, over eight inches by her estimation. Two prominent veins ran up the top and the bottom of his cock, and the swollen pink head shone with drops of glassy pre-cum. His balls hung like eggs below it. "It's perfect," she said, tracing one small finger up the underside. "It's yours," he said with a wicked grin, "whether you want it or not." His hands went to the back of her head pulling her toward the gorgeous dick. She wrapped one hand around the base, her fingers encircling the smooth meat. She slid her hand up to the head, forcing another glob of fluid from the tip. Her tongue darted out, catching the drop before scaling down the length of his shaft to the light, fine forest of hair at the base. Without preamble, she parted her lips and sank her mouth over the head and down his length, saliva dripping as she struggled to take more him in. His hands were gentle but persistent, driving more of him into her mouth, his hands ensuring she did not leave his cock. His left hand knotted her hair, and Jen realized that he was controlling her movements, pulling her down, lifting her off. His right hand was at her tit, his fingers pinching and tugging on her nipples in time with her bobbing head. Her right hand pumped his dick as her left cupped his heavy, cum-filled balls. She leaned further forward and closed her eyes for just a moment until a sharp slap under her chin forced her to look up. "Keep them open," he commanded gruffly. "I want to look in your eyes while I fuck your mouth." Jen imagined what he saw -- her disheveled hair, her smeared lipstick, saliva and pre-cum coating her chin, dripping from her stretched lips. But there was no embarrassment. She'd never looked more the picture of a wanton slut, but Jen fund herself enjoying every minute of it. She knew she would do anything to keep that cock in her mouth and those fingers on her nipples. She sped her pace, staring deep into his eyes, performing for him. She wanted him to cum, oh God, she wanted to feel his cock explode in her mouth. She went faster, gripping him tighter, taking him deeper until she felt his hands snap to her head and pull her hard into his crotch, his cock buried all the way in her throat. She coughed and choked, her hands pressing on his thighs, but he held her tight in place as thick ropes of cum burst from his cock. She swallowed as fast as she could, writhing in front of him but loving the salty taste of his seed. Finally, he released her and she slid her mouth from him. She sat back on her knees, her breasts heaving, her nipples bright red from his ministrations. Her hair was plastered to her forehead, and her cheeks and chin glistened with spit, sweat, and cum. "I must look a sight," she thought. "You look more beautiful than anything I've seen," he said, to her surprise and pleasure. They smiled at each other. "Your turn," he said, grabbing her breasts. He lifted her from the floor by her aching tits and laid her back on the bed, her legs hanging off the end. He kicked off his pants, his youthful cock still hard, pointing directly at her. For one glorious moment, she was sure he was going to take her, but he dropped to his knees, threw her legs over his broad shoulders, and slid her panties off. With her skirt hiding him from her, he kissed and licked his way up her thighs, pausing to bite her tender skin. She felt his hands under her ass, raising her pelvis, his hot breath warming the wet skin of her most sensitive spot. Her hands grasped her breasts, and she rolled her nipples as Hunter's wide tongue swept up her lips like he was licking an ice-cream cone. He pressed his palm firmly on her mound as his rough tongue teased her delicate folds. Jen closed her eyes and licked her lips, remembering the feel of his cock between them. Hunter's tongue made figure-eights over her pussy, flicking her clit before dipping just inside, from clit to lips and back again. She felt his fingers fill her as he made tight circles over her clit with the tip of his tongue. Jen's body swam in the waves of pleasure crashing through her. Hunter's rhythm was bringing her closer to the edge, his fingers now moving steadily in a "come-hither" motion inside her, his tongue more insistently attacking her swollen clit. She felt the pressure of his knuckles against her ass as he pushed his fingers deeper, and she pulled and twisted her nipples almost as hard as he had done moments before. She was getting close, she could feel it. Closer, closer, almost... "Nooo...." she groaned as Hunter pulled his fingers out and covered her pussy with his mouth. She'd so wanted to come, but he refused to let her, ignoring her clit now and sucking each of her lips in his mouth, gently tugging on each in turn. Just as her body relaxed and started to draw away from the cliff of orgasm in disappointment, Hunter's tongue went back to her clit, his fingers returned to her slippery hole, and Jen felt again a crest of pleasure. His hot breath, his tongue, his fingers, the juices flowing steadily down her ass brought her quickly back to the edge, and this time he let her fall. "Oh god, oh god, mmmm, oh, mmm, ah, fuck," she moaned. Her back arched, her hands grabbed her tits hard as a powerful orgasm swept through her body. Hunter had felt it coming and just at the right moment added a third finger inside her, filling her pussy as it clenched. His tongue left her overly sensitive clit and lightly brushed the hood, easing her down as her orgasm subsided. He sat back, dropping her legs to the bed, and she saw with excitement and a hint of embarrassment the copious juices covering his mouth and chin. Taking her by the hand, he stood her up on shaky knees and leaned his mouth close to hers. She tried to turn away, but felt once again his hand in her hair and knew it was pointless to resist. He kissed her, forcing her to taste her own juices, and she discovered it to be a foreign, but not unpleasant, flavor. Hunter broke the kiss and started to dress. Jen sat for a moment until her lust turned awkward and she covered her breasts with her hands. "How could the same man make me feel both wild with desire and, seconds later, embarrassed and uncomfortable?" she thought. She shifted her clothes into place and stood, going to him for a kiss. "That's enough for today," he said, pulling back. "We have a test in a couple weeks, so next time, bring your books." Jen felt each word like a slap. She picked up her panties, stuffed them in her purse and headed for the door. She didn't bother with a backwards glance today. This time, it was clear; he was done, and had been dismissed. CHAPTER THREE The next morning, there was no doubt. Jen was pissed. She yanked her jeans on and stared at her topless body in the mirror. Her nipples were still sore and hard from the abuse she and Hunter had given them the day before, and she pressed on each one, trying without success to make them soften and go down. "What the fuck," she griped silently to herself. "Fucking asshole." She was pissed at how he had used her then released her. And she was pissed that even still, she had woken several times in the night with clenched thighs from dreams of his hands, tongue, and penis. No boy could send her away like that, especially not when she was on display with nothing covering her tits. She recalled dates before Hunter, their pawing hands and fumbling fingers desperate to get a peek and a feel of her breasts. It had been so easy to tease them, to keep their attention until she got bored. And she always got bored with them. It was never vice versa. Until now. Her feminine pride boiled as she put on the low-cut blouse (the "valley girl" shirt, her friend Amy had called it with a wink), determined to use all her charms -- or at least two of them -- to get his attention. But at school, it was a different story. In English, he caught her staring and offered a polite smile, but nothing more. He'd quickly asked her about studying that afternoon and then turned to head to his next class. At lunch, she made her move, sitting with the Mullins twins, the linebacker brothers who drunkenly flirted with her at every party. Catching Hunter's eye across the lunchroom, she quickly turned toward Jack, resting her hand on his shoulder and laughing far too loudly at a dumb joke she'd barely heard. This would be easy, she thought. "Now, do you like what you see" she mentally asked Hunter. She flipped her hair, touched the boys' arms, and stuck her chest out to emphasize her cleavage. Jen knew boys like Jack and Rob Mullins. She knew there were two hard-ons under the table on either side of her, but there was only one member she wondered about now. She looked directly at Hunter, imagining asking him if he was hard, too, but she saw the same dark shadow on his face. His lips were drawn into a tight line, and his eyes burned through her. Her confident laugh faded, and she looked down. "Um, I have to get to class," she muttered unconvincingly. "But there's like 10 minutes left this period. Stay for awhile," Rob cajoled. Jen glanced again at Hunter and stood up. "I have to talk to Mrs. Smith about a project." She spun on her heel and hurried from the lunchroom, clutching her books to her chest. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Jen! How are you?" Mr. Davies, Hunter's dad, greeted her at the door. "Thanks, Mr. Davies. Everything's great." "That's what I hear. Hunter said you got an A on your test. You kids must be hitting it hard up there." Jen looked at him quizzically. Was she imagining things, or did he really just emphasize "hard"? "Pardon?" "I said you must be studying a lot up there, if your grades have gotten that much better," he clarified. Jen shifted uncomfortably on the porch, glancing down the street and wishing he would just let her in. She liked Mr. Davies. He was always polite and friendly to her, and he had the same understated good looks as his son, with salt-and-pepper hair. But now, as the older man leered at her, his eyes scanning up and down her young body, she felt disquieted and exposed. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, wanting to hide or run away. "Yup, that tutoring is really paying off. In spades," he said, licking his lips. He stared brazenly at the long, dark line between Jen's ample breasts. Finally, gratefully, he stepped aside and opened the door wide. "I'm sure your teacher is waiting," he said with a wink. Jen made for the entryway, twisting sideways to sidle past her new lover's dad. But the larger man swiftly eased closer to her, and Jen's breasts brushed his chest as she went past. He chuckled, and she cursed herself for the small thrill it gave her hardened nipples to graze him, even through her thick bra. She paused before Hunter's door, uncertain what to expect, and knocked lightly before entering. "Thanks for helping me with this test. I did so good on the last one, and I don't want to go backwards with the next one. I..." Hunter cut her off abruptly. "That was quite a show you put on today. Do you enjoy teasing those poor kids?" "What are you talking about? We were just talking. I'm allowed to talk to my friends," she said, feigning ignorance. "The only thing you were saying was, 'Check out my tits, they're so big, go ahead and touch them,'" he said in a mocking falsetto. "That's not what happened! We were just hanging out!" she replied angrily. "They were hanging out," he said, poking her right breast. "Stop it! That's not fair! You can't just accuse me of being some kind of..." Hunter interrupted her again. "Were they hard? You had to notice. I saw you looking." "What? I don't know what you're talking about." Hunter looked at her the way his father must have eyeballed suspects at his job as a cop. "Were. They. Hard?" he asked. Jen didn't reply. "They were, weren't they? They were sitting there with boners while you giggled and twirled your hair. And you were loving it." "What if I was, huh? What business is it of yours?" she asked, her temperature rising. "Take off your shirt," he said without preamble. "Show me what you were teasing them with." "No," she said indignantly. In a flash, Hunter's hand was in her cleavage, grabbing the front of her shirt and yanking her closer to him. She tried to fight him off, but he was far too strong, and within seconds, her shirt was tossed across the room. "Isn't this what you wanted me to see?" he asked. "Your tits on display?" "Hunter, stop it! The window's open!" Jen struggled to cover herself, but he held her wrists firmly, keeping her arms from covering her exposed skin. "So? You were so eager to show them off at lunch, show them off now. What's the matter? You can show them to classmates but not neighbors?" he shot back. "I'm not some kind of slut," she said, freeing her hand and bringing it back to slap him. Hunter quickly regained control of her wrists and twisted her arm behind her back, spinning her around in the process. She was caught. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You are today." She felt the hooks on her bra let loose. Hunter cupped her breasts from behind. His thumbs and forefingers roughly pinched each nipple, twisting and tugging on them until both were red and poking forward. Jen stared out the window toward the house. Her sensitive nipples were in deep pain, especially now, having not come fully down from yesterday's attention. Hunter released her nipples, and his wide palms began slapping her breasts from the underside, causing them to bounce and jiggle. He gripped her left breast in his left hand tightly, his thumb and forefinger making a circle around her areola. With his free hand, Hunter slapped her tit hard, right on the nipple, squeezing tighter each time as his wide palm cracked against her sore nipple. He switched hands and began punishing her right breast with the same quick, painful slaps. "I bet these were just as hard as the little dicks you were toying with today, weren't they? I bet you wished those boys could see them," he said menacingly. Jen didn't respond. Hunter squeezed both tits now, his fingers digging into her skin. "Well, were they? Were your big nipples all puckered up?" Jen gasped, "Yes." She moaned. Each slap and squeeze and tug and twist sent electric shocks straight to her dampening slit. Hunter's hand snaked down her body now, across her firm stomach, tickling the fine blond hairs under her belly button. His hand slid forcefully under her waistband. She felt his long fingers in the dark hair under her panties. His forefinger and pinky spread out to trace the lines where her hips met her crotch. His middle fingers journeyed further down to her slit, pressing hard against the tender flesh just above her clit. She shivered as they floated past the hard button to her slick lips. Hunter squeezed his fingers together, pushing her outer lips against the fingers in her slit. His palm cupped her mound, putting pressure against her clit as his fingers dug into her pussy, curling back to fill her. He began to piston his hand up and down, almost lifting her with his hand. Jen moaned, pressing her as against him. "Is that what you wanted?" he asked. "Has your little pussy been wet all day?" "Yes," Jen admitted, her body undulating with pleasure. "It missed you," she added coyly. She unbuttoned her jeans to give him better access. The Tutor Pt. 01 "I bet you were soaking yourself at lunch," he said. "Was teasing them turning you on?" "Yes," she breathed. "Yeah? Could you see their bulges? Were they hard for you?" "Yes, they were so hard," she said. Before she knew what was happening, Hunter's hand disappeared from her panties, and he shoved her face-down on the bed. With incredible speed, he whipped her jeans and underwear down over her ass, bunching them up at her ankles. He grabbed her ponytail, lifting her face from the pillow and bending her neck back. He was kneeling on the bed next to her and holding her hair in his left hand, he brought his right down hard on her naked ass. She yelped in shock. He spanked her again, and Jen held her mouth closed, determined not to give him the satisfaction of hearing her pain. "Don't you ever try to tease me again! I know exactly what you were doing you little slut!" Every second or third word was punctuated by a sharp smack to her ass. She could feel her skin tingling, knowing it was growing red. "Sitting there like some whore showing off your tits to dumb jocks. You deserve this," he said through gritted teeth. "I taught you how to pass a test. Now I need to teach you a new lesson: how not to behave like some common slut." He continued to spank her as Jen's legs twisted and writhed on the bed. She struggled to turn her ass away from his punishing hand, but he only pulled her hair tighter each time, until she finally gave up hope of moving away. Her body went slack as Hunter continued to spank her, his fingertips occasionally catching the delicate skin between her legs. After what seemed like hours, he finally stopped, and she buried her face in the pillow. She heard him shuck his pants behind her. His strong hands grasped her hips, his thumbs digging into her, and he pulled her ass up so she lay with her face in the pillow, her tits hanging down beneath her. He grasped her ass, his fingers indenting her red, smarting skin, and pulled her open. The cool air teased her exposed sex, but was soon replaced by Hunter's warm breath as he brought his face closer to her dripping womanhood. he inhaled deeply, taking in her heady, thick aroma. He pressed the flat of his tongue against her, the tip resting against her clit, and pulled her tight against his face, lapping up her juices. Jen gasped as pain gave way to pleasure. She groaned deeply with rapturous surprise as the tip of his tongue flicked at the sensitive ring of dark skin around her ass before moving back down to her slit. Hunter extended his long tongue into her and bounced his face against her, thrusting his tongue inside her pussy. "Yesss," she moaned. "Lick me, fuck me with your tongue. Oh fuck, oh fuck," she called, rapidly losing control. Hunter kept his pink tongue stiff as a board as he pushed it in and out of her. His hands slid across her ass, keeping her open and spread as his thumbs reached for her outer lips, pulling more directly on her pussy. He withdrew his tongue and returned to her clit, tracing tight circles around it with the tip. Jen couldn't take anymore. Her gaping pussy winked as her muscles flexed, and she needed, desperately needed to be filled. "Baby," she said between breaths, "please, no more, please, do me. Get inside me. Please, fuck me! I want you inside me now. Please," she begged. Hunter stood, his face covered in her juice. She felt him hold her open, imagined him coming closer, his hard cock like an arrow ready to pierce her. The feel of his smooth head brushing her clit and coming to rest at her entrance sent another shock of pleasure through her. "Is this what you want, slut?" he asked in a knowing tone. "You want me to fill up your tight little pussy?" "Yes," she replied, hating herself for responding to the awful name he had called her. "Yes, please." The tip of his cock slid up and down her slit. "Please, what?" he goaded. "Tell me what you want." "I, I want your cock in me," she pleaded, her body twisting under him. Hunter's hand slid up her back like a claw, his nails scratching her skin. He grasped her ponytail again and pulled her head back. "Louder," he demanded. Lost in lust and tiring of the game, Jen finally yelled," Fuck me! Please just fuck me! Stick that big beautiful dick in me now! Oh, God!" She cried out as Hunter buried his long manhood inside her, her juice coating his shaft, the head bumping against the back of her pussy, bottoming out inside her. "Fuck, you're tight for a slut," he cried as he began pulling her on and off his cock, rocking her body back and forth. "Is this what you wanted today? You wanted a hard cock fucking this tight little pussy?" "Yes, yes, keep fucking me! Fuck me hard!" "Were you thinking of this between those boys? Wanting to take their dicks inside you?" He marked each word with a hard thrust inside her pussy. His girth stretched her lips wide, and she could feel each of the pulsing veins lining his dick teasing the sensitive folds of her pussy. His balls slapped against her clit with each thrust. Jen was overcome with pleasure from all the stimulation that day. His hand on her ass, his hand holding her hair, his thumb pressing close to her asshole, his balls, his cock, his voice, his hips banging in to the back of her ass and thighs. She was a creature of wild, lusty sensation, not thought, and she responded without hesitation, "Yes! Yes! I wanted it! I wanted them! I wanted you!! Oh, god, you feel so fucking good!" Hunter grabbed her ribcage with both hands and began furiously fucking her, pounding his hard cock inside her. "My little slut likes it like that, doesn't she? She loves being pounded," he said without a question. "Yes, fuck me like that! Use my tight pussy, you son of a bitch! Treat me like a slut!" She growled, surprising even herself. She braced herself on her hands now, pushing back hard against him. her big tits sung wildly under her, slapping each other and banging into her chin. She reached under body and rubbed her clit wildly, fascinated by the sight of her tits and, beyond them, of Hunter's heavy balls hanging between their bodies. She didn't care about the window or the neighbors anymore, didn't care about Mr. Davies only one floor away. Her whole world was Hunter's cock tearing in and out of her pussy. She felt his body tense, heard him groan. he was close, she knew, and the thought pushed her to her own orgasm. Her fingers abused her clit as she felt it wash over her body. She buried her face in the covers, screaming as the most powerful orgasm she'd ever known passed through her. Hunter quickened his pace and groaned loudly. Jen felt the first burst inside her. he pulled her tight against his hips, his cock deep inside her as rope after rope of cum shot into her, filling her pussy with thick white fluid. His cock, even spent, stayed hard and he kept it in her as he collapsed on top of her back. Their breathing slowly returned to normal until his cock slipped from her channel and he rolled off. Jen's mind returned swiftly to reality - her nakedness, the open window - and she sat up and started dressing. Hunter did the same, neither of them speaking. She latched her bra and pulled her shirt over her head, watching him out of the corner of her eye as he turned on his computer. She didn't need to be told this time. After two abrupt endings to their "sessions," she gathered her things and headed automatically for the door. "Jen," he called. She turned and saw a movie starting on the computer screen. "Why don't you stay?" She felt a wave of affection for him and moved into his arms. He held her, kissed her lightly on the lips, and laid down on the bed, pulling her with him. They curled together, her head on his chest, and Jen drifted off in his arms. CHAPTER FOUR "No," Hunter said firmly. He grabbed Jen's wrists and pulled her arms from around his neck. They were back in his bedroom, and Jen was aching for a repeat of the day before. She batted her eyes at him. "Are you sure you don't want to slide this monster inside my tight, wet pussy," she asked sexily, her hand caressing the obvious bulge in his pants. "I'll even ride you today. I'll do all the work," she offered. "Oh, you're going to work," he said. "That test is tomorrow. And you had better ace it." He pulled the desk chair out for her. "Sit down and start studying." "Come on, baby," she pleaded. "Let's play first. I almost came today just thinking about you." "You're insatiable," he laughed. "And you love it," she teased. "Not today. Sit down." "Yes, sir," she replied, with a resigned, mocking salute. "Sir - I like that. Say that from now on." A glimmer of lusty hope flashed in Jen's eyes. "Will you fuck me if I do, Sir? Huh, Sir?" "Maybe. Why don't you take that skirt off, and I'll show you," he said huskily. "Oh, yes, sir. With pleasure." Jen unzipped the black pencil skirt and pushed it over her slender hips. "Should I take my panties off? Sir?" "Of course. After seeing yesterday how wonderfully slutty you really are, I'm surprised you're wearing any," he replied. Jen turned her ass toward him and slowly slid the black boy-shorts off her white ass and stepped out of them. "Mmm...that's better," he murmured approvingly. He stepped closer to her and cupped her mound. "Already wet, I see. Good. Are ready, sexy? Ready to ride a big one?" "Oh god, yes. My pussy feels so empty. Fill it for me," she begged in a mock little-girl voice. "Fill it for me...?" asked. "Fill it for me, sir," she replied. He moved back to the desk. Jen watched, stunned, as Hunter grabbed a large plastic sculpture of a dolphin from a high shelf. He slammed it down on the chair. "Sit," he ordered. She moved toward him tentatively, confused at first. He grabbed her arms roughly and positioned her in from of the chair, the back of her knees bumping the edge of the seat. She glanced down at the dolphin. It was about six inches tall and bright blue. The dolphin's body curved toward the front of the seat as it emerged nose-first from a base of choppy waves formed by the molded plastic. The dorsal fin extending from its back was small and rounded, but the body itself was thick and slightly oval in shape. Hunter grabbed her shoulders and forced her down into the seat. "Work before play, you little slut." Jen winced at the slur. She knew better than to argue, but it definitely took some getting used to. "Your pussy needs something in it right now? well, here you go," he continued. He grabbed the back of her neck with one hand as the other guided the plastic model into her lowering pussy. She moaned as the nose scraped past her clit and into her dripping slit. She felt the base of rolling waves press against her lips as she bottomed out on the dolphin. Hunter's hand was still on her neck, holding her in place, but she felt movement behind her and heard the soft clink of his metal belt buckle. His hand left her, and she jumped a little as he cracked the thick leather belt behind her. "I told you to stay. Now I'm going to have to teach you a lesson about jumping," he said ominously. Jen braced herself as Hunter folded the belt in half, drew it back, and brought it down with thunderous force in a side-arm swing across her breasts. She instinctively reached up to cup her smarting mounds, but Hunter roughly slapped her hands away. He swung the belt again, the leather smacking both nipples almost at the same time. A red stripe emerged across her white skin, stretching in a wide band from areola to areola. Despite the pain, Jen felt her nipples jut out in pebble-like hardness and kept her hands firmly on her thighs. Her nails dug into her skin as the belt once more lit across her tits, catching enough of the bulging undersides to lift them as they flattened toward her torso. Hunter placed his left hand on her cheek and lifted her chin. She turned slightly and took his index finger in her mouth, running her tongue along the tip before biting down as the belt cracked again across her breasts. She whimpered as the belt came down on her thighs now, marking her with another red band. Her pussy clenched around the dolphin as her juices leaked into a small puddle on the chair. Despite the pain, she found sharp bolts of pleasure coursing through her with each blow. Hunter released the tongue of the belt and drew it lightly across her thighs, then up her belly and across each breast. Releasing her face, he squatted down, and Jen watched as he fastened it in two loops around her ankles, tying her to the chair legs. She gingerly moved one foot, testing the strength of the loop and found she could barely move. Hunter reached for the desk, opened the textbook, and brought a notepad and pen within her reach. "This is the chapter for the test. Read it and take notes. And while you're at it..." He moved his lips closer to her ear. His hands lifted her shirt over her head, sliding it off her arms. He unclasped her bra and dropped it to the floor. When she was topless, he grabbed both of her tits in his firm grip, lifting her body slightly by her breasts before dropping her back down on the dolphin. "...ride this," he finished. "And don't stop." "But how can I..." she started to protest as he moved away. Hunter grabbed her ponytail. "Shut the fuck up," he whispered, "and bounce your ass. You wanted something to fuck. Now's your chance. Study and fuck and maybe I'll let you ride something a little warmer afterwards." Jen stared at the book in front of her and picked up the pen. She leaned on the desk and found she could get just enough purchase with her forearms to raise her ass a few inches before grinding back down. She closed her eyes for the first few thrusts, relishing the feeling of the thick toy, curved just enough to brush the knotty g-spot in her pussy. Steeling herself against the pleasure wafting inside her, she read the first page, dutifully copying the definitions of the key terms in bold. Hunter laid on the bed facing her, watching her round ass raise and lower as she fucked the plastic toy. Smacking her had sent a torrent of blood to his nether regions, and he had the hardest erection he had felt in a long time. He unbuttoned his jeans and took it out, marveling at the cold wetness of pre-cum leaking from his tip like a faulty faucet. He licked his palm and started slowly stroking his cock while he watched Jen's ass move up and down. He could see just a flash of blue plastic under her as she rose and stared with fascination as it disappeared again between her cheeks. Jen could feel his eyes on her and felt her pussy gush again, her juice coating the dolphin, easing its passage in and out of her hole. She leaned forward more so she could move faster on the makeshift dildo. As she did, her jutting nipples flicked the edge of the desk and she gasped. She thrust her tits forward, relishing the sensation. Doing so, she knew, caused her ass to push lewdly back out toward Hunter, and she smiled at his appreciative groan and the quiet slap-slap of his hand on his cock. She pictured him stroking it, his fist pulling the loose skin toward his pink head before slamming back down the shaft to his balls. With a resolve she wasn't sure she had, Jen forced herself to continue writing shaky notes, even as she felt her orgasm inch closer. She turned the page in book loudly, making sure he heard to avoid further punishment for not studying. She was enjoying this too much to stop now, and she knew if she didn't keep up with the studying that Hunter would interrupt. Hunter felt his balls churning with cum as he watched her ride, her ass pushed back so far he could almost see her tight asshole. He gripped the base of his cock to hold back his orgasm before stroking again, faster this time. He watched as Jen bore down on the chair, rocking back and forth. Her moans increased in intensity, and he knew she was close. He moved quickly to her side, turning her head to face him. Jen lost all control at the sight of his cock and bounced with abandon as he fed it to her. She moaned, nearly screaming around his thick cock as she came, her pussy clenching, almost swallowing the dolphin. Hunter grabbed her hair, forcing himself down her throat as his own orgasm erupted. Thick blasts of cum shot against her throat and leaked from her lips as she struggled to swallow it all. Finally, he slipped his softening member from her mouth with a "plop," his cum and her saliva dripping down her chin. She stared at him with a mix of love, lust, and depravity, cum and spit now dripping down to her tits. He caressed her cheek as her breath returned, seeing before him a woman who was intensely beautiful, even more so in her pornstar-like condition. He knelt and retrieved her panties from the floor, using them to clean her face. He undid the restraints on her ankles and tenderly massaged each one, soothing the marks left by her wild orgasmic movements. he helped her stand and walked her to the bed. They laid down on their sides and felt his wet cock nestle against her ass as he held her. "We're going to have to get you a proper toy," he said as he kissed the back of her neck. She smiled to herself and felt his strong arms around her as they both faded into a well-earned slumber. CHAPTER FIVE Jen quivered in nervous excitement as Hunter cut the engine in the parking lot. The Lion's Den was a squat cinder-block building on the outskirts of town and the butt of juvenile jokes repeated ad nauseum by the jocks at school. With the internet, the need for videos and magazines was nearly non-existent, but when it came to more tangible accoutrements, the Den was the place to go. And it was these she and Hunter were after. Jen was a knot of nerves as she followed Hunter to the brown steel door. Crossing the threshold, she was assaulted by an array of bright colors, from the raunchy posters featuring every race of wanton women, tits thrust out, to even raunchier DVD covers with ladies clad in pink, purple, and blue lingerie (or clad in nothing at all). A tall blonde man behind the glass case counter asked for their IDs and smiled at Jen. She had expected someone different -- someone fat, poorly shaven, and greasy. Certainly not the attractive, friendly guy studying her license. He was barely a few years older than them, she noted. When cleared, she and Hunter moved past the counter and down the first of a dozen rows of DVDs. Skinny teens, black BBWs, graying cougars, and bespectacled teacher-types smiled back at her from the covers. There was something for everyone, a buffet of tits, asses, and pussies. She followed Hunter around a corner to the back wall, and her eyes grew wide. From floor to ceiling, plastic and rubber toys in every shape, size, and color hung invitingly from the racks. She unconsciously gripped Hunter's hand more tightly when her eyes locked on a black, life-like dildo that had to be nearly a foot long. A strapping model graced the cover of the package, arms folded across well-sculpted pecs, a hard ebony cock sticking straight out from his loins. Jen had never seen a black man naked before, and she was fascinated. She giggled audibly and pointed to the next rack where an expensive-looking blue rubber vibrator with a tiny dolphin appendage "for eXXXtra stimulation" was displayed. Hunter shared the laugh. They moved slowly along the wall, from realistic cocks to gigantic massaging contraptions to smaller toys, some no bigger than a tube of lipstick. Jen felt herself getting wet as she imagined Hunter using each toy between her legs, filling her or vibrating against her sensitive clit. Hunter, too, was enjoying browsing more than he expected. Jen's excitement at the black dildo wasn't lost on him, and his mental picture of her legs splayed and a thick black cock pistoning in and out of her immediately pitched his tent. He reached for a toy, a small, egg-shaped device that came with a small wireless remote. It was white, with a think pink lanyard hanging from one end. He smiled at Jen and carried the package with them as they moved along. The Tutor Pt. 01 Jen was on auto-pilot as Hunter inspected other contraptions, settling finally on the egg and a short, cone-shaped rubber plug with a wide, round base. They reached the end of the wall where a beaded curtain partially concealed another room. Jen could barely make out brief glimpses of black leather and vinyl displayed on the red walls beyond. Hunter held the curtain aside and motioned her in. The room was like another world. Everything was black and menacing. She surveyed in both shock and quiet arousal wide wooden paddles, thick coils of nylon rope, crops with split leather ends, and an assortment of whips with dozens of thin leather braids hanging from round wooden handles. Along another wall were costumes, from masks with tiny eyeholes to a full vinyl straightjacket. Hunter moved close behind her, pressing his pelvis against her skirt-covered ass. He tucked her hair behind her ear and whispered, "I've got what I wanted. Now it's your turn. Choose." He pointed to the items displayed around the room. "I think I'm good," she said with a smile, hoping he was joking. Hunter's hand encircled her neck with an implicit threat. He held her firmly, establishing control. "You choose, or I will." As he spoke, he turned her head toward a horrifying display of studded paddles and whips with metal beads. "Yes, sir," she quietly assented. He released her, and Jen moved about the room slowly, inspecting each item. The oddness of it all occurred to her. She imagined feeling each one on her body, as she fell to the task of picking out the very instruments of her own punishment. In spite of herself, she felt her nipples harden, recalling the abuse they had taken the day before. Hunter watched her, relishing the feeling of power and control. He chanced a glance at the security camera in the ceiling, hoping the clerk was watching. As Jen browsed, he picked out a gift for himself -- a set of small clamps joined by a silver chain. He tucked it between his other packages, hiding it from her sight. hoping he might be lenient, Jen presented Hunter with her choices: a feathery tickler and a pair of punk fuzzy cuffs. He took each in turn and swapped them for more appropriate choices. Instead of the tickler, he chose a small wooden paddle, about the size of a ping-pong paddle, with leather on one side and bare wood on the other. The cuffs he tossed in a basket and traded for a set of leather cuffs, kindly opting for the ones with a bit of white, furry padding on the inside. Hunter piled the items on the counter, and the clerk started ringing them up. Jen noticed that a few other men had entered the store while they had been in the back room. She clung to Hunter and timidly eyed the three middle-aged men browsing the DVDs and books. One of them smiled at her. "What are the 'peep shows'?" Hunter asked, indicating a sign behind the clerk. The clerk chuckled in response. "You can find out for yourself," he replied, nodding toward a hallway in the back of the store opposite from the BDSM room. "Just find an open door, head in, and put a dollar in the slot by the screen. You can leave these here," he finished, indicating their bag of purchases. Hunter took Jen by the hand, thanked the clerk, and headed for the hallway. Jen thought the other customers watched as they disappeared around the corner, and she hurried after Hunter. The dark hallway had five doors, each emblazoned with a red number. Hunter pulled into door "5" and shit it behind them. The room was small, maybe four feet by four feet, lit only by a single dim bulb. A video screen on the back wall indicated menu choices: straight, gay, BBW, mature, teen, anal. Hunter fed two singles into the slot and selected "straight." Jen watched in fascination as the video started. A beautiful woman with huge fake tits unbuttoned her shirt in front of a man in an office. Once bare, he buried his face between her tits, pinching her nipples while she moaned. The scene moved quickly, and within minutes, she was on her knees before the male actor. A close-up shot showed her lips bobbing on his long cock. Hunter was behind Jen, and she felt his breath on her neck as he started to kiss and lightly lick the soft skin where her neck sloped down to her shoulder. She spread her feet apart as his fingertips grazed along the back of her leg and the inside of her thigh under her skirt. As he brushed the crotch of her soaked panties, she reached back, gripping his hard cock through his jeans, her eyes glued to the hi-def blowjob on the screen in front of her. Hunter's hands moved to her front, lifting her shirt. His fingers traced the top edge of her bra-cups before lowering them both, tucking them under her breasts. She moaned as his hands encased them, kneading her tits, his palms pressing hard on her nipples. "I wonder what this is," Hunter said quizzically, reaching for a bright green button about halfway up the wall to their right. Their hands continued exploring each other's bodies as they listened to a quiet humming. In growing shock, Jen watched as an opaque screen lifted, revealing a transparent window into the next room. She screamed and struggled to cover herself as the screen revealed a man old enough to be her dad sitting in the next room. She realized with a gasp that it was the man who had smiled at her earlier, and he smiled once more, more lewdly this time. He ogled her while fumbling quickly with his zipper and fishing out a short but thick cock. Hunter laughed in amusement as Jen struggled to find a place to hide in the tiny room. The man smiled widely at Hunter, gave him a thumbs-up, and mouthed the word "Nice." "Where are you trying to go?" Hunter asked her as Jen tried to get behind him to the door. "Guess there's more to these rooms than meets the eye." "Let me out!" she shouted. "Let me the fuck out! Now!" she yelled at Hunter, her fists pounding his chest. "Calm down," he chided. She continued pummeling him until, by accident or on purpose (she couldn't tell), her palm smacked under his chin. Hunter grabbed her wrists and forced her roughly against the wall with the video screen. "Stop it, bitch," he said through gritted teeth. "You're embarrassing me. When are you going to learn who's in control here? Your body is mine. These tits?" He slapped her right breast to emphasize his point. "They're mine. This ass?" He squeezed her cheek hard. "It's mine. Now," he said in mock formality. "The nice neighbor of ours was kind enough to get his cock out for you. And you will show him how much you appreciate it." He roughly turned her toward the window and quietly whispered in her ear, "Now stop being such a brat and show him the kind of slut I taught you to be." Jen ducked her head, letting her hair cover her face. Her arms hung limply at her sides. Hunter brushed her hair away, forcing her to look the man in the eyes. "Smile," he instructed. Jen gulped and managed a weak smile. The man grinned back and waved with his left hand, his right furiously abusing his cock. Jen studied him -- his thinning, graying hair; the protusion of a potbelly; the short cock in his hand. She had to agree when Hunter mused, "You're probably the best thing he's seen in a decade. Make it worth it." His hands grabbed the hem of her shirt, and Jen made no move to stop him as he exposed her supple, young tits/ Hunter's hands encircled each one, forcing the nipples out toward the man with the now-wide eyes. Hunter dropped his hands and commanded, "You do it." Jen slowly moved her hands to her tits as Hunter's hand crept under the back of her skirt. The man's chest heaved as his breathing rapidly increased. Jen returned his dopey grin with a look of withering anger and repulsion. Hunter's finger slid into her pussy as she pinched her own nipples for the man and she moaned in spite of herself. She tried to picture someone different in the next room, maybe the attractive clerk or Brad Pitt. Anyone but the portly, old, out-of-shape mouth-breather beating up on his little dick. It didn't work, but Hunter's ministrations had started her engine, and she finally closed her eyes and gave in to the sensations he was causing in her pussy. She moaned, imagining herself as the actress on the video screen, driving men wild with desire. She opened her eyes just in time to see the man nodding emphatically to Hunter, who turned her around, bent her over, and pushed her ass against the glass. A fresh sense of shame filled Jen as she realized the man was now staring at her asshole and pussy, flattened against the window that was probably covered in years of old jism. Hunter held her head in place, his pants already at his ankles, and shoved his cock in her mouth. "Play with yourself," he ordered between breaths. "Uhm-huhm," she murmured around his cock. Hunter's hand squeezed her throat as he roughly forced his cock down it. "Do it now!" he grunted. Reluctantly, Jen reached under herself with a tentative hand. She slid two fingers inside her gushing pussy, wet still from all of the experiences that day, and she fingered herself for the man, grateful that at least her face was now covered. Hunter began rocking her against the wall, pressing her ass and pussy against the window and forcing her fingers deeper with each bounce. Each time, his cock would slide down her throat. Eventually, they got into a rhythm, and Jen imagined the man standing right by the glass, stroking his cock while pointing it at her ass, imagining entering her. She felt the excitement of Hunter's hands on her and his cock in her mouth, and she began fingering herself with more force, moving between deep thrusts in her pussy and careful massaging of her clit. She could feel Hunter's cock bobbing in her mouth, could taste the salty pre-cum on her tongue. With her face in his crotch, she could almost forget the disgusting place she was... ...almost. An animal-like scream boiled up from Jen's gut and vibrated around Hunter's cock as the door opened, revealing the young clerk. Between Hunter's hands and the firm glass wall, she couldn't move, no matter how much she wanted to. "I heard some noise back here, and thought you might want to try these out now, rather than later," he said with a grin. Jen saw the clamps dangling from his hand, and felt Hunter's cock grow inside her mouth. Showing Jen off to the man in the next room had already made Hunter hot, but the clerk's intrusion set him positively on fire. He bucked his hips into Jen's mouth with greater force and speed. "My hands are a little full," he said. "Could you do the honors?" Jen couldn't believe what she'd heard. She watched out the clerk kneel down with the clamps grasped in his hands. There was no denying that he was attractive, with a pleasant smile, longish blond hair, and just a hint of stubble on his well-sculpted jaw. But this was not how she wanted him to see her, not how she wanted any man to see her. "Don't worry, sweetie," he said with genuine kindness. "I'll be gentle." He held her left tit still, his rough hand wrapping around it, and expertly clipped the first clamp to her nipple. As he let go, Jen felt a sharp pinch, followed quickly by pleasure. He reached under her for her other tit, grasped it, and clamped it. The chain hung down between her tits and jingled as her body rocked. The clerk caught it as it swung, and gave a gentle tug that pulled her nipples down and elicited a deep moan from Jen. He smiled at her, winked, and gave each tit a brief, final squeeze before standing up. "You're a lucky man," he said to Hunter. "And I see you've got George over there feeling like a lottery winner." He nodded and waved toward the other man, whose eyes never left Jen's ass and pussy. "You, uh, wouldn't be needing any help, would you? We pride ourselves on our customer service." "Actually, I think that may be just what we need," Hunter replied. Jen watched as the clerk shucked his pants, revealing a long, hard cock, about the same size as Hunter's, surrounded at its base by fine, blond hairs. The clerk moved forward, poking her cheek with the head of his dick and leaving a trail of pre-cum down her face. Hunter pulled back far, removing his cock from her mouth, and turned her head to the new member of the party. The clamps on her nipples, the attention from her own fingers, and the attractiveness of the clerk and his cock pushed Jen further toward wild abandon, and she dutifully turned toward him and took his cock in her mouth. He tasted like soap and felt smooth sliding past her lips. Her other hand reached for Hunter's cock, and she began to work both dicks in tandem, sucking on the stranger and stroking Hunter. The clerk and Hunter now both reached for her tits, each grabbing and kneading one. They used the chain to tug on her nipples, driving her crazy. The clerk moaned with satisfaction from the blowjob, and Jen, despite her shame, was proud of at least that: she knew how to suck a cock. The clerk reluctantly pulled her mouth off his cock, and she turned toward Hunter, switching to take him in her mouth and wrapping her hand around the clerk's dick. She heard them slap a high-five and utter praise: "Fuck, she's good." "Goddammit, that feels amazing." "Oh yeah, suck my cock, baby. Just like that." She pumped the clerk's cock in her hand as her tongue swirled around Hunter's head. One part of her wanted them to cum, wanted this to be over, wanted to go home, finish herself off and take a shower. But a bigger part of her wanted it to last, or to go further, and it was this side of her that won out when the clerk got close to cumming. She pinched the base of his cock to hold it back, sliding her hand down to his balls once she knew the moment had passed. Her tingling mouth returned to his cock as she switched again, stroking Hunter and blowing the stranger. She felt their hands on her and couldn't tell whose was whose. One was on her tit, another on her head, another on her back. A fourth hand was on the small of her back, a long finger resting in the crack of her ass, just teasing the ring around her tightest hole. It pressed against her opening, massaging the muscles around it, before sliding to one knuckle inside her ass. The feeling was totally new to Jen, but she loved it from the start. The nerve endings inside her ass were on fire, and she arched her butt up higher to give whoever it was better access. One knuckle became two, and she felt her muscles clench around the finger. It didn't move in and out, but instead massaged inside her ass with a slight circular motion, going round and round her tiny hole. "Ha! There he goes!" the clerk yelled with laughter. Jen couldn't figure out what he meant until she heard the thumping against the glass and realized that George was cumming. Hunter and the clerk both erupted in laughter. "That's it, George?" Hunter mocked. "At least there won't be much to clean up." "Clean?" the clerk asked, and the boys laughed again. "It's about time, anyway. Now it's our turn," Hunter said. He grabbed the chain and pulled Jen to a standing position, holding the line taut so her nipples stood out. Her mouth hung open in a wide "O" as the pain in her nipples continued to take her breath away from her. She looked at both men, at their handsome and appreciative faces, and at their glistening and steely cocks. Hunter moved toward the back wall and pulled her with him. The clerk's hands gripped her hips and together, they bent her in half. She knew better than to protest, and at this point, she wasn't sure she wanted to. Hunter once more placed his cock at her lips, and she gladly took him in, bobbing her head. The clerk's cock pushed past the entrance to her pussy and filled her wanting hole up with thick meat. He grabbed her ass hard in his left hand as he began to fuck her with short but hard thrusts. His right hand slid down her back to her cheek, and she felt his finger at her asshole. He slid it in, pressing down toward her pussy, pinching the sensitive skin between her two holes. The blowjob had him quite close to the edge, and it didn't take many thrusts to send him over it. He yelled loudly, bucked his hips in quick bursts, and shot a huge load of cum inside her. He'd barely started to slip out before Hunter spun Jen around again, folding her in half in front of the clerk and burying his own cock inside her. His thrusts were longer but no less hard than the clerk's had been, and Jen relished the sensation of his veiny cock fucking her well-worked puss. The clerk, meanwhile, took hold of her ponytail with one hand and his now-limp dick with the other, and guided it toward her mouth. Jen was confused at first until she realized that he wanted her to clean it off. She stuck out her tongue haltingly, just the tip at first, and began to lick his purple head. As she got used to the taste, and as Hunter's thrusts brought her closer to her own orgasm, she stuck out more of her tongue, until she was licking long, wide stripes along his shaft. She swallowed each gulp of cum that had made it out of her pussy on his cock. As Hunter began to shudder, she felt her pussy clamp down on his cock, her orgasm milking the cum from his balls. She buried her face in the clerk's crotch, and he held her as she rode out the climax. The three of them stayed like that for a moment or two, coming down from their pinnacle. The clerk held Jen, whose arms were wrapped around his hips, and her hips pressed against Hunter, whose hands still held her ass. Finally, the three began to stir, and Jen stood up a bit stiffly. She collapsed against Hunter, and they kissed deeply and warmly. When they separated, Jen turned toward the clerk, who leaned toward her. Jen leaned away. "I'm sorry," she said, looking at Hunter, "but my boyfriend doesn't want me kissing other guys." "Not unless I say so," Hunter replied, smiling. "I say so," he added, urging her forward. Jen wrapped her arms around the clerk's shoulders and pressed her lips to his. His tongue traced her flush lips before sliding slowly into her mouth. Jen opened her mouth to let him in, and their tongues danced together. Her breasts flattened against his chest, the clamps bending her nipples painfully. But she held the kiss, relishing the gentle way he bit her lower lip, pulling on it slightly. Finally, they broke the kiss and smiled at each other. The clerk hiked up his pants, nodded to Hunter and went back to the front of the store as Jen and Hunter zipped and buttoned. Finally, they strode from the hallway, Jen holding her panties and Hunter holding the clamps and chain. They picked up their bags from the clerk, who smiled and said simply, "Come again," before blowing Jen a kiss. CHAPTER SIX "Let's try this out," Hunter said, clicking a button on the remote. It had been two days since their trip to the store, and now they stood in Hunter's bedroom, having just finished another wild romp in bed. Jen shifted, getting used to the egg-shaped toy in her pussy. It whirred to life with a light hum, and she loved the sensation. Hunter played with the intensity, and Jen felt the small but powerful device working inside her. It sent a thrill of pleasure through her -- intense but not over-the-top. Her nipples hardened, and she felt her pussy moisten. "Mmm. Now I just have to keep it inside," she said as she adjusted her panties. Their purchases from the store were laid on the bed in an alluring display, but he had chosen to try the egg first. They had both been excited since their shopping trip and had torn each other's clothes off almost as soon as they saw each other each day since. Today, as Jen rode him, Hunter had deposited a load of cum inside her. The lubrication made the egg slip around a bit, but she found it would nestle against her g-spot if she kept her thighs tight. Walking might be a different story, she thought as she took a few practice steps. Her gait was a bit stilted, but Jen doubted anyone would notice, provided Hunter didn't catch her off-guard with a sudden surprise from the remote. The Tutor Pt. 01 "How long do I have to keep this in?" Jen asked, knowing full well that she was enjoying it far too much to take it out anyway. "Until you get home. Then, you can finish yourself with your fingers," Hunter directed. He kissed her, opened the door, and gave her ass a pat as she shuffled out. Jen turned away from the closed door and headed for the stairs, glad Mr. Davies wasn't there to see her awkward first steps. It was rare to be alone in the house with Hunter. Usually, his dad was home, watching TV in the den. They'd gotten home early today, though, and Mr. Davies had not yet come home. Jen took advantage of the solitude to wander the first floor and get used to walking with the egg. She was in the den when her luck ran out. The front door slammed, and Mr. Davies, still in his police blues, belt, and hat came toward her. His wide frame filled the doorway of the den as he approached, making the room even darker than before. His broad shoulders, square jaw, and firm chest made him what the girls sometimes called "dad-candy," but this was lost on Jen, whose fear reached a fever pitch. "Jen? What are you doing back here?" The den was Mr. Davies' domain, and Jen had never entered it. Even Hunter usually avoided it. "Is Hunter home?" "Y-y-yes, sir. He's upstairs. I was, um, just, uh, leaving," Jen replied. She was hyper-conscious of the older man and the subtle vibrations inside her body, and she struggled to get a word out. "Is something wrong?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. "No, sir, I uh. Um. I just, mm, need to get home," she said, a bead of sweat falling down her cheek. "Then by all mean," he replied, eyeing her suspiciously but stepping aside. Jen started for the hall, every muscle in her body quivering from exertion as she fought to keep it together and get out of the house. It wasn't working. "You alright, girl? You're walking a little funny, if you don't mind me saying," he observed. "Yes, I'm fine, it's just a - -" Jen's voice caught in her throat as the vibrations of the egg suddenly shifted to maximum intensity inside her. Hunter had chosen precisely the wrong moment to turn it up, and Jen lost all sense of where she was. She moaned, clamped her legs together and clutched the doorway to stay on her shaky feet. "Jen!" Mr. Davies moved quickly to catch her by her arms. "What the hell is going on here?!" They both grew quiet. Jen bit her lip and shut her eyes tight as she realized with horror that the only noise in the room now was an audible whirring coming from beneath her skirt. "What the fuck is that?" Mr. Davies demanded, with growing anger. "Are you trying to steal something from me?! Huh?!! You little thief! What are you hiding?!" With a hard shove, Jen landed on the couch with her face in the pillows, her legs splayed, and her skirt dangerously close to revealing her ass. "It's not bad enough I have to deal with thieves and liars at work all day, now I have to come home and deal with some little whore stealing from me, too?!" he boomed. He dove after Jen, grabbing at her legs. "What the fuck are you hiding, you little bitch?!" Jen flailed her legs and struggled against him. "Nothing!" she yelled. "I didn't take anything!" She struggled to keep her legs together and her skirt down, but the older man was much more powerful. She kicked and flailed as best she could as he tried to gain control. As he did, her skirt flipped up over her ass, and she knew he could see her black panties. With a scream, Jen cried out as Mr. Davies' hand smashed against her now uncovered ass. "Don't you fucking fight me," he demanded, spanking her ass again. Despite other similarities between them, one clear difference between Hunter and his dad was their hands. Where Hunter's long, lean fingers were smooth and smart against her ass, his father's hand was meaty, rough, and brutally painful. He brought it down over and over again on her ass, forcing her body into the couch with every blow. Mr. Davies held her tightly, shoving her face down into the pillows to muffle her choked sobs. He spanked each cheek with powerful force, and Jen noticed that each smack forced the egg to shudder inside her. Cursing Hunter, she realized that he had not turned the intensity down yet. Mr. Davies watched her tight ass quiver as he spanked it and felt himself growing harder as her skin grew redder. This little slut had stolen something and had lied to him and deserved to be punished. And if the muffled sounds he had heard from his son's bedroom over the last few weeks were any indication, he was sure she was used to it. "Never. Pull away. From me. Again." He stated clearly and pointedly, each word echoing in her ears as he continued to punish her ass. Finally, he stopped, and she heard him as if from a distance as he said, "Well? What do we have here? Think I want go there, miss? Think just because something's down in your little panties that it's beyond my reach? Think again, slut." Jen's cheeks flamed red with shame as the older man lifted her hips and slid her panties off her ass. Fear filled her whole body as she felt him grab hold of the lanyard and slowly pull the egg out of her pussy. Her now empty cunt felt abandoned, and her muscles instinctively clenched around nothing. "What is this, little missy? Walking around my house and getting off? Is that how you act in front of a parent, you little slut?" he mocked her. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but you're going to follow the rules around here, whore. Yes, you are," he said with a sneer. Jen whimpered in response. "Oh, what's the matter?" he asked in mock concern. "Are you feeling empty now, slut? Is that it? Missing your egg? You just can't go a single minute without something up that tight little cunt, can you? Well, I have just the thing for you." Jen watched out of the corner of his eye as he stood and removed his policeman's baton from his belt. He stared down at her without anger, but with steady purpose, fully in control of the young woman in front of him. To Jen's horror, he traced the round wooden end of the black baton down her back to her ass. Her teeth clenched the pillow as he swiftly pulled it back and then sent it crashing against her ass. The force knocked Jen's head into the arm of the couch, and she cried out in pain. Again, he brought it down on her, careful to hit only the pliant flesh of her ass, but punishing her nonetheless. After four lashes with the baton, she felt him trace the inside of her thigh, from her knee to her crotch. She felt the hard, thick, round end press against her opening as he whispered, "Yep, I got just the thing for you." She sucked in her breath as he slid the baton into her wet pussy, her juices making the wood slick. It was thicker than she could have imagined, like a baseball bat nearly, and her lips ached as they stretched taut around it. He moved it back and forth, twisting it and shoving it in her. Just as she got used to the pain of the baton, his free hand came down hard again on her bare ass, smacking on the red and purplish skin and making her jump again. She knew she was at his mercy, and a small part of her -- the part that had ridden Hunter's cock while sucking a stranger, the part that thrilled at Hunter's spankings -- enjoyed, if nothing else, the feeling of the smooth baton in her stimulated pussy. Mr. Davies moved her ankles together so that her heels touched. He placed the opposite end of the baton between them, resting the handle along the back of her ankles. He grabbed her hair tightly and yanked her upright until she was practically sitting on the baton, her feet and her pussy holding it in place. The position caused it to go deeper and she lifted her body slightly in response to the renewed pain. "Ah, so you ARE a quick learner! Good. Ride it. Just like that. Ride it. And don't you dare fucking stop," he added with a quiet but dangerous threat. Jen made tentative movements at first, riding the long baton. She reached down to adjust her lips, but he grabbed her wrists forcefully and twisted them. "I don't think so, slut. Your hands have other work to do." He stood next to her with his hands on his hips and nodded toward his belt, which was now at eye level to her. Jen didn't need to be told what to do. She unbuckled the heavy police belt and let it fall to the floor. When he made no move, she continued with his pants, unbuckling and then unzipping them. When she stopped, his pants open but not down, he smacked her hard on the ass. Without words, he had told her what to do, so she reached for his waist and lowered the pants over his tight white briefs. She could hardly believe what she saw beneath -- a long, thick tube running down his left leg, the thin fabric stretched taut to cover it. Without further direction, she reached for his briefs and slowly pulled them down, riding the baton a bit faster as each inch of his huge cock came into view. When the waistband finally passed the tip, his dick shot straight out, hard as a rock, and Jen gasped. It was longer than Hunter's by at least an inch and far thicker. A dense forest of dark black hair covered the base and the balls, which hung far below the shaft in a stretched shaft. Where Hunter's cock was long, lean, and beautiful, his dad's cock was simply, for lack of a better word, powerful. Powerful and, Jen couldn't think of another way to describe it, but angry. The shaft was easily as thick as her wrist, and the bulbous head was engorged and deep red. This was a cock that had abused countless holes, and Jen couldn't help but feel a bit of her self-control and a bit of her pride wash away in face of it. She looked up at Mr. Davies, who looked down with a sneer. He wasn't showing off. He was simply showing. Showing her what to expect. After holding her gaze for a moment as she continued to bounce on the baton, he reached down and in one motion, tore the buttons on her blouse open, revealing her tits. "Get it off," he said, indicating her bra. Jen lifted her hands slowly and undid the clasp. The bra tumbled to the ground, and her tits swayed as they fell from the bra and responded to the bouncing movement of her body. Mr. Davies moved to the arm of the couch that Jen faced, sat down and laid a leg on either side of her knees. Their bodies were close now, and she worried that Hunter might catch them. What would he think? Would he blame her? Would he fight with his dad to save her? Jen doubted that and secretly, staring at the now-bare muscular chest of the older man with the angry dick, she didn't want him to. Mr. Davies rough hands gripped her tits, squeezing them tightly and pulling them away from each other. To Jen's shock, he leaned forward and spit between them, his saliva dripping down the channel between them. With his tongue, he spread the fluid around, soaking her cleavage. Finally, he leaned back and said, "Wrap your tits around my cock and fuck it." Jen leaned forward awkwardly and placed a hand on either side of her tits. As his cock nestled between them, she pressed them together, engulfing the shaft in her soft flesh. The length was far more than she could handle, and the head of his cock and an inch of shaft stuck out the top of her tits, just below her chin. Mr. Davies held still, and Jen knew she had to do the work. She began to slide her tits up and down in rhythm with the rest of her body, and she felt the head of his cock bump her chin more than once. Finally, he tilted her head down so the head was aimed at her mouth, and each downward thrust brought nearly two inches of thick cock into her mouth. "Fuck my cock with your tits and mouth, whore. This is what you deserve. When I ask you a question, I want a straight answer. And you had damned well better give it," he said with no emotion as she bobbed on his cock. The head was far thicker than Hunter's and tasted muskier, with a stronger flavor. Like his son, Mr. Davies leaked copious amounts of pre-cum, and Jen struggled t swallow it all. Her pussy had become used to the baton, and she wondered briefly if it would ever shrink back down to a normal size. Maybe she would need a cock that thick for the rest of her life? She hoped not, knowing that the only one even close to that girth was right now stuck between her tits and shining from her spit. Mr. Davies had to be getting close, she thought after several minutes. He had started to grunt and even thrust his hips a bit as she sank down on him. She felt his muscles tense and heard his breathing grow raspy. She thought he whispered something, but she couldn't quite make it out as she focused on getting off. Without warning, he lifted her off his cock and baton and threw her across the back of the couch, so she was bent over it painfully. "When I say, 'Stop,' you fucking stop!" he yelled. She felt him behind her and cried out as he forced his cock deep inside her in a single thrust. He pumped hard, forcing her against the back of the couch, his hips slamming into her as his monstrous cock filled her pussy. Finally, blissfully, he came, pressing her down hard and filling her pussy with thick fluid. She gasped and moaned, relishing the feeling of his powerful orgasm inside her. Even while coming, he was fucking her hard and fast, and she was loving the feel of his massive manhood in her tight pussy. She heard something from the doorway, and turned to see Hunter standing there, watching the two of them. "Oh my God!" she screamed, but Mr. Davies clamped a hand over her mouth. "Jesus Christ, be quiet already," he muttered, lifting himself off of her, and withdrawing his cock from her. Jen stayed where she was, embarrassed, fearful of Hunter, and yet with a lingering and delightful sense of having been, perhaps for the first time, well-used. She watched over her shoulder as Mr. Davies gathered his things and walked, dick swinging, toward the doorway. He stopped in front of Hunter. After a brief moment of silence between the two men -- her two lovers, she now realized -- Mr. Davies spoke. "Take better care of your toys, son," he said and walked off down the hall. CHAPTER SEVEN She stopped on the bottom stair, her hand shaking on the banister. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She and Hunter had been naked, frolicking on the bed, when he stopped suddenly and ordered her downstairs, alone and nude. She protested, of course, but he forced her out the door with a firm smack on her ass and left her standing in the hall. She could hear the noise of the football game coming from the television down the hall, and she imagined Mr. Davies glimpsing a flash of flesh from his chair as she sprinted into the kitchen. Maybe she would get lucky and cross the hallway as he bent down to get the remote? Or, perhaps he would be checking his phone when she ran across? They were slim possibilities, but she held out hope and held her breath as her bare feet hit the landing. She turned quickly and with two steps was in the kitchen. No such luck. She knew from the minute her feet smacked on the tile floor that he had seen. She went briskly about her work, fumbling with the mugs as she retrieved one from the cupboard. She dropped the k-cup on the floor in her haste, bent to pick it up, and in one swift movement bolted upright and spun on her heel as the older man's deep voice echoed in the kitchen. "Just what the hell is going on here?!" Mr. Davies boomed. She panicked and started for the entryway. He grabbed her upper arm hard and held her in place. "What in God's name do you think you're doing, prancing around here like that?" His eyes drank her in, pausing at her breasts and her hips before returning to her eyes. "H-h-h..." She stammered, stopped herself and started again. "Hunter wanted some coffee." "And it was such an emergency you couldn't bother to put panties on, is that it?" "Y-y-yes, sir. I'm sorry." She felt her nipples harden as he assaulted her with his eyes, leering at her. His hand was still curled tightly around her thin arm, the skin reddening from his grip. His lips were drawn in a tight line, and the same shadow from two days before crossed his face. The dark eyes and shadowy brow made Hunter intriguing but made his father positively threatening. Jen had never felt like more of a young girl since she actually was one, and she thrilled at the feeling, remembering their adventures the other day. Suddenly, the shadow lifted from his face as if it was never there. "Oh, you will be sorry -- if you're late with my son's coffee." He chuckled. "Hunter can be kind of...well....demanding, y'know?" He let her go and nodded toward the Keurig. Jen moved toward the coffeemaker, feeling his eyes on her the whole way. She held the counter for support and silently begged the water to heat faster, the coffee to brew quicker. She was sure he could see the red marks from where Hunter spanked her, and somehow she knew, she knew, that he would recognize them for what they were. She felt his presence behind her before she felt his hands. He was close enough that is breath trailed against her skin. His fingers softly pushed her hair to the side, and then trailed a gentle line down her neck, starting just behind her ear. Where Hunter's fingers were soft and smooth from youth, his father's fingers were calloused and labor-hardened, and goosebumps spread rapidly across her skin as he drew an invisible line from her neck down her spine. She picked up the full mug and was about to turn when she suddenly felt his palm cover the right cheek of her ass, cupping it, and kneading it. His left hand slid around her rib cage just below her left breast. His right hand left her ass, and her eyes popped open as she felt the rough fingers tracing the inside of her leg, from her knee to her inner thigh. She gasped as they crossed the thicker part of her thigh and rested barely an inch from her pussy. She was sure he could feel the heat emanating from her now-soaking slit. No, she thought. Is he? Is he really going to touch me there? This couldn't be happening. Hunter is right upstairs. Surely, he had meant it as a joke, right? Especially after getting caught the other day? Hunter didn't really want me to tease his dad, did he? To offer me up to him? Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers touched her outer lips and moved through the wispy hairs spread across her entrance. "T-the coffee is hot, Mr. Davies," she finally said. His head bent toward her ear. "Then you best be careful, girl," he whispered before placing a soft kiss on her earlobe. She held tightly to the trembling coffee cup and leaned slightly against the counter for support. His thick, rough fingers slid easily inside of her. There was little teasing; he went right for her spot, finding the puffy mound inside her pussy and making quick, small circles across it. The motion brought his thumb into contact with her ass, and he began pressing the sensitive skin between her asshole and her pussy like a button, alternating between quick, light hits and long, lingering pressure. His left hand held her ribs tighter, but he never moved it over her breast to the hard pink nub that she so wanted him to touch. Instead, his meaty hand on her narrow midsection was like a lever, and he began to move her whole body up and down, up and down, not far, but far enough to give her the sense that she was riding his fingers like a cock as he continued manipulating her pussy and perineum. Jen felt her body tense, apprehensively watched the burning-hot coffee slosh in the mug and felt Mr. Davies thumb move quickly from her perineum to press hard against her asshole as an orgasm swept over her body. His left hand held her still as her muscles clenched in several waves as her pussy gushed on his hand. He moved his fingers more slowly now, coaxing the last bit of pleasure out of her. When he withdrew, she felt emptier than she had in a long time. The Tutor Pt. 02 This is the sequel to The Tutor, Pt. I, which introduces the characters and relationships. I strongly recommend you read that first before continuing. This story contains elements of nonconsent and reluctance. If these are not your kinks, this story is probably not for you. Otherwise, enjoy! Comments and feedback are always welcome. ***** CHAPTER EIGHT Jen heard muffled voices outside the bedroom door. She must have dozed off, exhausted from the exertion. Someone must have undone her restraints as she slept, for her wrists were now free. Her body felt well-used. Not sore or achy, but loose and tingly. She closed her eyes and sighed to herself, trying in vain to clench her tired pussy, recalling with pleasure the feeling of fullness the two men had given her. The door opened, and she immediately recognized Mr. Davies' deep voice. " - definitely one of the best I've had in recent memory. You've just got to see her to believe me." Jen feigned sleep, but her ego swooned with pride, knowing he was talking about her. Mr. Davies was no inexperienced cocksmith; she couldn't imagine how many women he had bedded, and she relished the feeling being labeled one of the best. Despite her overt reluctance, a part of her - buried deep until recently - still wanted to please him, and she had succeeded. Her confidence kept her from moving or even closing her splayed legs. She knew the second man wasn't Hunter, but the thought intrigued her in untold ways. She envisioned herself laid out before his eyes with a plaque above her, declaring her "The Best," and she silently laughed at the thought. "Go on, take a look," she mentally dared. "Look and lust. Get hard for me." She thought of the Mullins twins at school, of Hunter, of the men at the peep show, of Mr. Davies, and thrilled at her power over male anatomy. They might be able to restrain her and to punish her, but she could control their very bloodflow, swelling their dicks with hardly any effort. The men approached the bed, and Jen heard a long, low whistle. "Amazing, right?" Mr. Davies whispered. "My fucking God, what a perfect body," the stranger intoned. "That ass is the cutest, roundest little package I've ever seen. How are her tits?" "More than a handful, with these big, juicy caps," Mr. Davies described. "And you think she'll be down for it?" Mr. Davies chuckled. "Ha! What difference does that make?" Both men laughed. "Besides, she's all caught up with my son, does whatever he tells her. And after this afternoon, I'm sure she'd love the idea." Jen felt fingertips travel slowly up her leg, from her ankle, past her knee, to the inside of her thigh, and around the curve of her ass. The touch was gentle but not tentative, and she was sure it wasn't Mr. Davies' hand. Her pussy fluttered, wondering if he would dare. To her disappointment, the fingers left her skin as they passed along her spine. "I don't know how you do it, Davies, but we'll be here. Just make sure she is, too. This is going to be one hell of a poker party." "Literally!" The two men laughed at the joke as they left the room. Alone, Jen rose and dressed. She saw no sign of the men or of Hunter as she left the house, filled with anticipation and apprehension. ---------- "Hey, barmaid! Get me another one!" the husky man yelled at Jen. She rose from the couch for the umpteenth time to fetch beers for the players at Mr. Davies' poker table. Hunter had said his dad and some co-workers would be playing poker at his house that night when he invited her over, but she hadn't expected to play servant girl to the five middle-aged cops. She wasn't sure what she had expected, to be honest, after hearing Mr. Davies and the stranger she now knew as Chase checking her out the day before. She had played innocent with Hunter when he asked, knowing full well that whatever happened, this was no innocent date-night of movie-watching and copping feels. She had certainly dressed for the part, though, deciding to exercise her new-found power over the men with a knee-length black skirt, plaid stockings, and a white button-up blouse through which her black bra could just barely be seen. At the last minute, she decided to leave her panties at home. "Just one more thing to carry later," she thought, laughing to herself. She was bent down, getting a beer from the fridge, when she heard a cough behind her. Surprised, Jen bolted up and spun to see Chase taking a long pull from his bottle. She knew he must have had quite a view from his vantage point. "Don't move on my account," he said with a wink. He turned slowly and went back to the living room, leaving Jen slightly embarrassed even though he had seen much more just the day before. She straightened her skirt, popped open the bottle and went back to the table. "That's a girl," said Dan, the husky guy, as she put the beer in front of him. "Now, no peeking, you little cheater," he joked as he covered up his cards. Max, the slim, clean-shaven guy to his left, feigned a peek up Jen's skirt as she lingered by the table. "Aw shucks," he jokingly moaned. "Not even a little peek?" he asked, eliciting raucous laughter from the group. Jen put a hand on his shoulder and played along. "Now, now," she scolded. "You need to focus on your cards, especially with a short stack like that." "Not the only thing on him that's too small to impress," Terry, the only black guy at the table, shouted, and the five of them erupted again. Hunter had edged closer to the table and laughed with the older men. "Hey, honey, why don't you come over here and keep a real player company?" Terry invited. "We can't all be blessed like you, Terry," Max replied. "You just stay right next to me, baby. I need all the help I can get." His arm had wrapped around her waist, his hand resting on her hip. Jen caught Hunter's eyes. He was smiling and gave an almost imperceptible nod in permission. "Now, what do you think of these?" Max asked her, showing her the cards in front of him. He had leaned closer to the table to keep them from other prying eyes, pulling Jen closer in the process. "I think you've got quite a handful," she said, emphasizing the last word and twisting her hip into his palm. His grip tightened, and he was now massaging her hip, his arm pressing harder against her backside as he considered the ace and jack in front of him. Max raised, and the laughter died down as the men settled into the hand. Check, raise, call, fold. By the river, Max had drawn two pair - aces over jacks. His other hand had gotten stronger, too, and he was now practically kneading Jen's ass as she pressed against him. Dan and Mr. Davies called on the river and revealed their cards. Max topped both of them, but in the midst of the excitement, the intensity of the hand finally breaking loose, Jen had jumped to clap for him, bumped the table, and sent Max's beer all over his shirt. "Goddammit!" he yelled. "Fucking hell, are you good luck or bad luck?" he asked angrily, futilely wiping the suds in a futile attempt to dry his shirt. "Jesus, Jen, you got to be a little more careful," Mr. Davies reprimanded her. She saw the smiles gone from the men's faces, partly because she'd almost knocked their drinks over, too, and partly at frustration over losing a big hand. "Fucking hell," Max swore. "I don't know whether to kiss you to spank you." "Well, both are my job," she heard Hunter say as he moved around the table in her direction. "Yeah, keep your girl in line," Terry encouraged. A chorus of agreement went up from the table, mixed with mirthless laughter. Hunter stood behind her, a hand on her shoulder, and playfully tapped her ass. "I've raised you better than that, boy," Mr. Davies said. "She ain't gonna learn her lesson from a love-tap." The table was silent as Hunter placed his left hand between her shoulder blades and his right hand on her waist, bending her over the table. Jen braced her elbows on the green felt as Hunter parted her hair over her face. She had expected an interesting night, but finding herself bent over the table with her ass in the air so suddenly took her by surprise. She surveyed the expectant faces of the players. Terry licked his lips. Mr. Davies grinned and leered. Both Max and Dan leaned back to get a better view. Finally, she locked eyes with Chase. He was easily the best-looking of the bunch. His eyes were cobalt blue, standing out in contrast to his dark, tanned skin. A five-o'clock shadow framed a long, angular jaw, and his black hair, peppered with the first hints of gray, lay perfectly on his head. He was a detective, the only one of them not on the beat, and he wore a shirt and tie with the top button undone. The corners of his closed lips were turned up in a slight smile as his gaze bore into Jen's eyes. She glanced at his long, thin fingers, recalling the feel of them on her leg and felt herself melt onto the table as he sipped his drink, his eyes ever leaving hers. Hunter's hands were on the hem of her skirt, and he let his fingernails graze the back of her thighs as he lifted it over her ass. From their positions, none of the other men could see her butt, though she was sure they hadn't missed the bunched-up folds of skirt on her back and were now imagining the display it revealed to Hunter. Again, the swell of pride asserted itself, as she envisioned five cocks springing to attention under the table. She may be helpless under Hunter's strong hands, but she was far from powerless. The first swat was expected, and she felt the table jostle under her as her body shifted forward from the force. Her eyes were locked steadily on Chase's, and the same mysterious smile played on his lips. He had seen her ass twice now, and she was sure his mental image was not far from reality. Hunter spanked her again, and she felt the familiar tingle in her pussy as his fingers trailed down her crack before swinging back to smack her again. The last spank missed its mark, and Jen toppled off one elbow, nearly falling into Dan. "Terry, help me out here," Mr. Davies said, grasping her left wrist and pulling Jen flat to the table. Terry's large hand wrapped round her right wrist, and she was now laying flat on the table, her upper body spread and still. Hunter spanked her again, and she squirmed, feeling the sharpness of each smack on her swiftly reddening ass. She closed her eyes and heard the chair nearest her scrape against the floor as its owner stood up. "Mmmhmm, look at that," Max said appreciatively. "Guess we're breaking that 'no peeking' rule after all, Dan." "You can say that again, bro," Dan replied as he, too, got up. "And no panties to boot." Jen heard him clap Hunter on the back. "You did a good job training this one up right, son. Now let us help you out." Hunter's hands left her body only to be replaced by four others, grasping and pulling at her ass cheeks. "Hold her open now, Max." Jen felt each man grab a cheek and spread her wide. "Fuck, dude, look at those lips shine! She's fucking wet already," Max marveled. He leaned a little closer to her. "You liking this, girlie? You like showing off your tight little cunt?" Jen felt embarrassed at the young cop's blunt words, but there was no denying the moisture accumulating between her legs. "Good thing," he continued, "because you're going to need all the juice you got tonight." He punctuated his sentence with a swift, hard slap of her ass. A finger traced her lips before dipping inside her. "Oh yeah," Dan said. "She's a tight one. Don't have what it takes to stretch her out, boy?" he teased Hunter. "Bet she's a real good fuck." "Hell yeah," Hunter and Mr. Davies said in unison. "What?! You fucked them both, bitch?" Terry yelled in mock shock. "Ha, at the same time no less," Mr. Davies replied. Terry guffawed. "You are a little slut, aren't you?" he asked, pinching her cheek. Jen squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment, not wanting to see the look on his face. Dan and Max continued their ministrations, and her hips were undulating up and down with each new insertion. She yelped in surprise when one of them spit on her asshole before spreading the saliva around to coat the tight rosebud. A fingertip prodded at her before slipping inside her ass as two others entered her pussy. The hand slowly slid, back and forth, in and out, going deeper in both holes each time. Her ass clenched and relaxed, pulsing with each penetration. "Here, Chase, hold this," said Mr. Davies as he got up from the table. Jen turned her head in time to watch him leave. Chase's hand held her wrist fast, and his other hand tickled her bare arm, making the fine blond hairs stand up. She felt her nipple harden in her bra as she watched him trace her skin. His gentle touch was a sharp contrast to the rough, invasive fingers plying her ass and pussy. She sighed in longing for a moment along with Chase. Would he make love to her or fuck her? Would he be tender? Would she want him to be? Too soon, Mr. Davies returned and plopped a black duffel bag on the table. He threw it open and rummaged through it, eventually pulling out two sets of large handcuffs. "Remember that fat fuck we picked up this summer? Couldn't even get his hands 'round his back, the bastard was so fucking fat. So I got me some cuffs with longer chains. Work perfect for lots of things," Mr. Davies explained. Jen felt the warm hands of Chase and Terry replaced by the cold steel of the cuffs as they closed on her wrists. Mr. Davies knelt down and secured the other end of each set to the legs of the table. She pulled at them, and Chase chuckled. "No getting out of those, girl," he said. "You're stuck now." The remaining three guys rose from their chairs and joined the other three already behind her. The hands left her ass, only to be replaced by new ones, and Jen felt hot breath on her sex as Chase spoke. "More beautiful than I could imagine. And smells like heaven," he said. His tongue passed wide and long over her pussy, and Jen moaned with pleasure. She felt the tip flick her clit before orbiting her lips. Chase's tongue zigzagged across her sex before circling the sensitive button again, flicking against it and driving her wild. She felt his hands on her ass, holding her open as he pressed his mouth against her, the stubble on his cheeks scratching her thighs. He dipped his tongue inside her, teasing her before sucking each lip into his mouth. His thumb pressed the sensitive skin between her asshole and pussy as his tongue returned to her clit. He was slow and deliberate at first but gradually picked up steam until he was assaulting her clit with his tongue. Jen moaned and groaned in pleasure, and she barely registered the sound of zippers and buttons and belt buckles hitting the hardwood floor, as Chase ate her pussy. His fingers held her lips apart, and he nestled one digit insider her, finding instantly the swollen g-spot inside. More hands explored her ass now, and another set reached under her to grab her tits. She felt the knuckles curl against her as they grabbed the lapels of her shirt and violently tore it open. The sharp crack of a belt on her ass shocked her, but Chase expertly kept his face pressed to her crotch as she moved. She felt her orgasm building and knew it wouldn't take much more. He pressed his tongue flat against her clit as her body squirmed. She was close, so close, one second longer... "Alright buddy," she heard someone say as Chase's face left her pussy. She groaned in frustration. "This ain't a fucking romance movie. This hole is here for fucking, and it's time this little slut got pounded." The voice, which she barely registered as Dan's, had hardly ended the sentence before she felt rough hands grab her ass and the older man's dick sink into her pussy. He kept it buried, adjusting his footing, before unceremoniously fucking her with short, fast thrusts. His balls bounced against her as he rammed his cock in her. He was smaller - in length and girth - than Hunter or his dad, but his eager hips banging against her made Jen moan loudly. "Oh, fuck!" she groaned. "Yeah, bitch, take that cock! Fuck yeah, you tight little cunt! I'm fuck you til you limp out of here, little girl! Goddamn, your pussy is so fucking tight!" Dan jackhammered her hole, fucking for all he was worth, and Jen felt small beads of sweat drip onto her back. His rough hands pulled at her skin, wrapping around her midsection and pulling her body - and the table - against his bucking hips. Someone unclasped her bra and lifted it off her tits, scattering poker chips and cards from the table. Immediately, hands were under her body, squeezing her breasts and pinching her hardened nipples. Her hair was tousled and covered her face, leaving her blind to see what was happening around her. All of her attention was on the sensation of Dan's pistoning cock and the mauling hands on her tits. With several deep grunts, his pace slowed, and Dan thrust into her hard before pulling out. Surprised, she noticed that he had not yet come. The thought barely crossed her mind before another cock replaced his at her entrance. "Yeah, Max! Get that pussy. She's so fucking sopping right now, and that ass is the perfect little handle," Dan encouraged. Max gripped his shaft at the base and slapped Jen's ass with it. She felt his steely hardness against her. The copious precum leaking from his tip left a cool trail down her ass to her crotch. Dan's fucking had been hard and fast. Max, on the other hand, was taking his time. He traced her slit with his swollen head, teasing her clit, passing through the pool of wetness at her entrance, and stopping for a moment at her asshole. Event the earlier fingering had not readied her for penetration there yet, and Jen steeled herself against eh shot of pain that would surely come if he put his cock in her ass. With relief, she felt his cock-head slide back down to her clit, finally coming to rest just inside her pussy. She moaned as he slid in her achingly slow until she could feel his wiry pubes on her sensitive skin. He pulled out, inch by inch, until just the head remained inside before making the long journey back deep into her pussy. His strokes were slow and long, and Jen relaxed a bit as he took her, enjoying the feel of each line and vein on his long member as it slid between her lips. Max's hands spread her open as he moved, and she heard whoops from the other men. "Goddamn, look at those pretty pink lips!" "Fuck, that pussy is beautiful! Hurry, up there, boy-o. My dick is so hard it's like I took Viagra!" "Max, are you fucking that bitch or giving her a backrub?" Laughter erupted again. "Mm...fuck. I'm taking my time with this one," Max groaned. "Her cunt is like a damn vacuum tube. Fuck, man. Mmmmm...so tight." "I'm not just waiting around here. Let's see how this slut multitasks," Mr. Davies replied. She felt two bodies move around her, then a cock press imploringly at each hand. "Get your fucking hand on my cock, whore," he ordered. Jen chanced a glance as the two men wrapped her fingers around their ample meat. She knew before she saw that her hands were full of Davies - Hunter and his dad. The extra links in the cuffs gave her just enough space to grope their cocks, but there was no way she could move her hands from the base to tip of either, long as they were. She squeezed each one and stroked the loose skin up their hard shafts, jacking both cocks with short, quick strokes. Both men groaned in response, and she continued stroking them, relishing the hard shafts in hands as Max continued to fill her from behind. She paused as Mr. Davies peeled her hand away and spit on his cock, replacing her hand on his now-lubed length. She grimaced at the cold feel of the spit now coating his dick and her hand as Hunter did the same. The Tutor Pt. 02 "Oh yeah, mmm. That's the ticket," Mr. Davies said as he bucked his hips, fucking her tiny hand. His thrusts were long and slow at first, matching Max's, but picked up speed rapidly. She squeezed her hand tight so as not to lose her grip on the slippery man-meat. Her hands were still while both men fucked them, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. A hand wrapped in her hair and lifted her head, nearly to the point of pain, and Jen saw the entirety of the scene: two cocks in her hands, and two others being stroked by their owners as they waited their turns. "Little cock-slut," Dan said through gritted teeth. "You fucking love this, don't you, you little whore." It wasn't a question. "You know she does, man," Mr. Davies stated. "This dirty bitch of yours loves nothing more than a bunch of dick, right, Hunter?" The humiliating words sent a course of shame over Jen's body, and she tried to bury her head. The hand holding her hair yanked hard, keeping her face up, and forced her to turn toward Hunter. "Couldn't agree more," Hunter replied. "Just check out how hard those fucking nipples are," he continued, reaching for her tit. He grasped her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled hard on the wrinkled nub, drawing a squeal from Jen. A more gentle hand that could only belong to Chase cupped her left breast and massaged it, her hard nipple pressed into his palm. He squeezed it until only the tip of her nipple remained between his fingers, and he twisted it as far as he could before releasing and grabbing her whole boob again. As Max's pace picked up steadily she longed to have Chase behind her, or to feel his cock replace the thick manhood of Mr. Davies in her hand. Whether she wanted it or not, the other men would take their pleasure from her, but Chase...Him she wanted to give that pleasure to, and felt no small amount of guilt for desiring him, even as her boyfriend let her be shared in so nasty a way. "You're doing good, baby, but I want to fuck you now," Hunter said bluntly, pulling his cock from her hand. "No way, kid," Terry interrupted. "You've had your time with her before. My turn with this ass." He slapped her cheek and mauled it possessively, even as Max's dick was in motion inches away. "Fuck that, Terry," Mr. Davies said. "My house, my cunt." He, too, slid from her grasp. "You can use her hand. My dick is so hard it's starting to smart. Time for me to share the pain," he said menacingly. "Bullshit, Davies," Terry replied indignantly. "I've been stroking and watching this pussy stretch. My turn." The two men took to arguing, each punctuating their words with slaps to Jen's ass or hard grasps of her flesh, like a piece of meat. Max's cock never stopped, and Jen could hardly follow their disagreement. "Gentlemen," Chase finally cut in. "No need to argue or take turns." The men waited in silence for his suggestion, the only noise the rhythmic slapping of Max's pelvis against Jen's. "Terry, sit on the couch. Davies, get your keys. "Haha! Following you, detective," Terry laughed. Dan leaned close to Jen's ear, his tongue snaking out to it. "You're gonna get torn up now, girlie," he whispered. Chase stroked her hair, but any sense of soothing was undone by his words. "Why take turns when she can take both at once?" he advised. Mr. Davies unlocked each cuff and grabbed her wrists roughly. He spun her around, her hands behind her back. Dan moved in front, his dick swaying side-to-side. He held a knife in his hand, and fear gripped Jen. She struggled against her captor to no avail. Dan sneered, came close enough for her to smell the beer on his breath and grabbed her face, his fingers digging into her cheeks. His lips were on hers despite her muffled protest, and his tongue lewdly filled her mouth as Mr. Davies held her fast. She could feel Mr. Davies' dick prodding her ass as Dan's own tool poked into her belly, both leaving a wet mark of precum on her skin. Finally, Dan broke the kiss (if you could call it that), grabbed the folds of her skirt, and cut away the garment, leaving the shreds on the floor. As he stepped away, her eyes searched the room. Four hard cocks surrounded her, jutting out from four bodies glistening with sweat. Hunter's long beautiful manhood; Max's lean pecker; and Dan's thick root, the shortest of all. With growing lust, she stared at Chase standing proud and still, his hands clasped behind him. He retained the same curious smile, looking only at her eyes, which traveled south, taking in his broad, muscled shoulders and his chiseled pecs and abs, covered with a light coat of dark hair. She inhaled sharply as her gaze fell to his hips. From his tight thighs and perfectly flat midsection rose a magnificent cock. It was at least as long as Mr. Davies' and nearly as thick. The shaft was strikingly smooth but for one pulsing vein along the bottom, from his balls to just below the pink, arrow-shaped head. It stood out at a sharp angle upwards, pointing nearly to the ceiling. His balls were large but high and tight, nestled below his base. Jen licked her lips, a scene that did not escape Hunter, who struggled to control an awkward sting of jealousy. It was one thing to possess and control her, to force her to please others at his whim. It was something very different to watch her desire it. "Ow!" Jen shouted, half in pain, half in surprise as Hunter brought the belt across her tits. He grabbed her arms roughly, turning her away from Chase and toward the couch. "Enough watching. Let's get back to it, princess," he ordered gruffly. She tripped a bit as he pushed her toward the couch. Terry was there, his legs spread, a broad smile on his thick lips. His hand was wrapped around a huge pole, black as night, with a dark, ebony head. Terry caught a drip of fluid from the tip and spread it down the shaft, lubing the monstrous cock as he stroked it. "Yeah, bring that pussy right over here. You ready to get stuffed, slut?" "Fuck yeah, she is. Aren't you?" Hunter asked. Jen remained silent. "Aren't you!!" he yelled, shaking her. Jen still said nothing. His grip tightened. "Cat got your tongue, whore? Well, then let's put that mouth to work." He forced her to her knees in front of Terry, grabbed her hair and pushed her face down into his balls. "Lick them, bitch," he ordered. Terry's cock loomed over her, easily taller than her face. She tentatively stuck out her tongue, tasting the salty musk of Terry's sac. "What's the matter, baby? Not your flavor?" Terry teased. "You better start bathing those black balls before I shove your face in his ass," Hunter threatened. Jen shuddered at the grotesque thought. She stuck out her spit-covered tongue and whirled it around Terry's smooth, hairless bag. She licked it like ice cream, with long, wide swaths. She delicately sucked one of his balls into her mouth, pulling as much as she could with Hunter's hand on the back of her head. She released his ball and a river of spit dripped down his sac. Terry guided his cock toward her mouth as Hunter held her head above it. Terry swiped his cock across her lips and cheeks, and she could feel his leaking juice coating her face. "Paint that slut, Terry," Hunter encouraged, his teeth clenched. "Doll her up for us. That's better than any make-up, right, Jen?" he cruelly teased. She kept her lips closed until Hunter forced them open, prying them apart on the head of Terry's dark cock. Jen had no time to adjust to its girth before Hunter forced her head down, her nose tickled by the nappy hairs at the base as she gagged around the long tool. He pumped her face up and down even as Terry bucked his hips, force-fucking her mouth. Her cheeks billowed out as she struggled to take it all. Hunter's grip relaxed as she settled into a rhythm, deep-throating the black pillar and thankful for the clean taste replacing the beer-breath of Dan's snake-like tongue. She cupped his balls with one hand as Terry groaned, and quickened her pace, trying to bring him off. Her other hand, released from Hunter's grip, snaked under her body to press her swollen pussy. She shoved one finger inside herself, fingering her pussy as she sucked the long cock. Despite (or maybe because of?) the nastiness of the scene, Jen was still a woman, and having the cock in her mouth as she rubbed her pussy made her juices flow. She bobbed her head up and down, timing the pace to the beat of her finger inside her channel. Hunter knelt behind her, lifting her ass up and threw her hand aside. His own cock filled her pussy now, and he banged against her as she continued to suck Terry's cock. She groaned around the black meat, the low vibrations from her throat sending shockwaves of pleasure through the dick in her mouth. Terry's head flopped back, and his breath became short and ragged. She could feel the familiar fullness of Hunter's cock in her tight pussy, and she relished the sensation. He fucked her hard, pulling back slowly, before slamming into her again and again. He slapped her ass he did so, using the belt to sharpen the pain and pleasure washing over her body. Her hands were braced on Terry's legs now as she pushed back against Hunter, matching him thrust for thrust. The belt clanked to the floor, and immediately, Hunter's hands were on her ass, kneading her skin. He spread her open with his palms and stroked her outer rim with both thumbs, teasing her tight asshole. She felt a cold drop of spit as he lubed her up, prepping her ass for the thick tip of his thumb. She moaned around Terry's cock as Hunter inserted it, stretching her wet hole. He left his thumb still as he continued to fuck her, graciously letting her muscles relax around his thumb. "I love your pussy, baby. It feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock," he intoned. "Jesus, your bitch can suck a cock, man," Terry complimented Hunter. The two men slapped hands. "I mean, goddamn, she's got my nuts fucking churning. Shit!" Accustomed as she was to the filthy words, Jen took the compliment in stride and sucked harder on the thick dick, tilting her ass up for Hunter. The men continued to fuck her mouth and pussy, and Hunter's thumb moved in tight circles inside her ass. A sudden emptiness filled her loins as Hunter pulled out quickly and got to his feet. He yanked her hair, and Jen sprang to her feet. He used his foot to force her ankles apart as she stood. Terry stretched his legs and held his glistening cock still, waiting, she knew, for her to sink down on him. She moved forward to straddle the tall cock. Her knees had barely touched the couch before Hunter yanked her back upright. "You know, Terry, I think it's time for a little variety," Hunter suggested. He spun her roughly, his cock bumping against her hips as she turned. She looked imploringly into his eyes as Terry grabbed her ass. The two men forced her down until she felt the head of Terry's cock at the bud of her asshole, still tight despite Hunter's stretching. Hunter pushed as Terry pulled until with a groan the black man buried his pole inside her ass. Jen cried out with pain and pleasure as it slid in, her muscles working furiously to accommodate the ebony invader. She had barely stretched to fit his manhood when Hunter lifted her under her arms only to drop her again on to Terry's cock. With hardly a preamble, she was bouncing on his dick, gradually getting used to the feeling of fullness. Hunter pushed her back against Terry, whose hands shot up to her tits, holding her tight against him. Terry ground his cock in her ass, grunting at the sensations pulsing through his member. Hunter stepped away, and the other four guys moved around her, watching her get fucked in the ass. Chase, Dan, Max, and Mr. Davies stared greedily at her, their hands blurring on their erect cocks. She watched them and lusted for their hard bodies, their eager pricks, and she swooned with desire. Her hand slid down her body to her empty pussy, its lips twitching, just waiting to be filled again. She patted her wet sex and stuck out her tongue, seductively licking her lips. She inserted two, then three fingers inside herself, roughly assaulting her pussy. Her palm pressed hard against her clit as she finger-fucked herself. Mr. Davies was the first to approach, his hand in a deathgrip around his thick cock. She stared hungrily up at him, a lust-filled smile painted across her face. He leered at her, wagging his dick, and smacking her in the face with it. She fought to catch the swinging cock in her mouth, barely managing a few quick, licks with her pink tongue. He squatted, bracing his knees between hers and lining his cock up at her slit. He nudged her hand aside with the head of his cock and eased into her, his balls coming to rest on top of Terry's sac. But the only thought running through his mind was the pure pleasure of Jen's pussy quivering around his cock. Mr. Davies' eyes bore into Jen's, his mouth was twisted in a lustful sneer, and a guttural groan bubbled from deep in his gut. The two men caught a rhythm, fucking her holes hard. From the angle he was at, Mr. Davies' cock rubbed her sensitive clit, and the two dicks pressed hard against her nerve-filled perineum. "Yes! Fuck me!" she finally yelled, losing herself in the ecstasy of being penetrated by the two men. She wrapped one arm around Mr. Davies and cupped her breast with the other. "Suck my nipple! Please, please suck my nipple," she begged. "Oh god, oh god!" she screamed as Mr. Davies' lips surrounded her areola. He sucked hard, his teeth catching the hardened tip of her nipple. He tugged hard, and she shrieked gleefully at the sensation. She could feel her orgasm building and let loose between the men, swimming in the midst of their eager bucking. "Fuck me! Fuck me with your hard fucking dicks! Yesss...fuck my slutty pussy! Please, fuck my tight holes, you motherfuckers! Make me your whore! Please, fucking fill me!" she begged through clenched teeth. "OH GOD!" she screamed as the orgasm finally came. Her juices poured from her pussy, covering both men in her wetness. She stifled her screams in Mr. Davies' hairy shoulder, biting his skin hard, as her eyes took in the sight of Chase, Dan, Max, and Hunter all stroking their cocks ferociously at the sight. It drove her wild, and without thinking, she pushed Mr. Davies away. "Please, sir. I need to fuck all these cocks. I want to feel them all inside me. Please, Mr. Davies, please. I know you didn't come yet, I know, but please let me fuck them," she choked out between ragged breaths. "Just let me fuck them, and then you can come on my face, ok? Please!" Mr. Davies laughed as he pulled out. "As if you have a choice, slut," he said, slapping her tits and moving away. Dan replaced him immediately and buried his short, thick cock inside her. Once again, he was fucking her like a madman, banging his hard dick into her pussy, forcing Terry deeper in her ass with every thrust. "Fuck," he groaned. "Stupid cunt. Mmm...your dirty fucking face? Uh! Uh! Bitch, when we're finished, you're going to have cum all (Fuck!) over you - your fucking face, these big tits, leaking from every goddamn hole. You're our fucking cum-bucket tonight, little lady." He had intended it to be mean, even demeaning. But Jen was still in a swoon from her orgasm. His filthy language wasn't shaming her; it was swiftly taking her back to the edge she'd just barely left. She clasped her hands behind his neck and wrapped her legs around him, making her ass slide even further down Terry's pole. The two men fought for purchase on her ample tits. Looking deep in Dan's lust-filled eyes, Jen smashed her lips against his as he had done to her moments before. She jammed her tongue down his throat while his teeth nipped at her lips, tugging and pulling as their tongues swirled together, their moans echoing in each other's mouths. She could feel both cocks pulsing in her, inching closer to explosion. Dan pulled out without warning and pinched the base of his cock, holding back the spray of seed. Terry couldn't pull out, though, and his cock erupted in her ass, filling it with hot cum. He held her tight against his chest as rope after rope of cum hit the walls of her tunnel. He mauled her tits, grinding the rest of his orgasm out with his hips. His breathing was short and quick. Jen looked down and saw what her audience was observing - the thick trails of cum leaking from her ass. Finally, Terry's cock quit throbbing, and he lifted her off of his lap. His cock fell from her ass with a loud squelch, sending cum running down her legs. She had barely gained her footing when Chase was behind her. His hands wrapped around her thin body and covered her tits. She leaned back against him as he kissed and licked her neck and shoulder. Jen inhaled deeply, taking in the heady aroma of his cologne. His body felt hard against her. Her hands fell to his hips, and she swooned as his cock became trapped between their bodies. It laid upright in the crack of her ass, and she squeezed and massaged it with her cheeks. His hips made slow movements as he pushed his hardness in her crack, sliding it up and down between the soft, round globes. "I bet you dreamed about me doing this since the first time I saw your ass," he whispered while teasing her ear with his tongue. His voice was too quiet for the other men to hear. Jen moaned in reply, "You should have taken me then, right in front of the fridge." Chase chuckled and pierced the subterfuge. "I meant before that when you heard us come in the bedroom. Pretending to be asleep while I felt you up, laying there still as a ragdoll so I could inspect you. Maybe I should have fucked you then?" Realizing she hadn't fooled him, and not really caring, she whispered back, "I would have let you." "It wouldn't have mattered," he laughed softly. "If I wanted it, I would have had it. And now," he said, his hands going to her waist, "I want it." He bent her in half until her hair tumbled toward the floor. Chase expertly slid his cock in her wet channel as she bent over, filling her pussy in one languid motion. Her big tits swung wildly under her body as Chase pushed inside her. His strong hands kneaded her ass, and Jen could feel familiar tingles through her whole body. Her first orgasm had come unbidden. Now, she wanted to cum, not just for her own pleasure. She wanted to please the older man, to let him feel her "O" around his cock. And she knew it wouldn't be long. Chase parted her hair and lifted her face up to greet Max, whose cock was pointed directly at her mouth. Without instruction, she wrapped her lips around the lean tool and swirled her tongue across his cock-head. Each thrust from Chase bumped her forward until Max's cock was in her mouth, fully fucking her face. She moaned around it and her cheeks puffed out. Hunter watched from the side, pulling on his ample hardness. He had objected when his dad first proposed the poker game with Jen as "entertainment." But there was no denying how hard he was watching Jen take cock after cock in each of her holes. He stroked his member hard and fast, watching her tits wobble beneath her. He moved closer to her and placed his hand just under her right tit, so the nipple scraped his palm with each undulation. She grasped his leg, sliding her hand up his slick thigh like a heat sensor searching for his hot crotch. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and jacked him off, never losing stride with the cock in her mouth. Without the cuffs, her strokes were long and hard, just grazing the head before slamming back to his base. She milked him, wanting to feel his hot cum on her. She could feel how turned on he was by her slutty behavior. She was pleased at the effect she was having on him, but the core of her attention was focused on the cock in her pussy and its owner behind her. She flexed in every way she knew how, massaging his dick and praying for the throbs that would precede his cum. She slammed her ass against him, urging him deeper, but his hands kept the rhythm steady and in control. His warm hands eased the prickly sensation still lingering from the spanking she had received earlier. The Tutor Pt. 02 Chase marveled at the tight pocket of her pussy. He had fucked many, many women before. But few cunts could milk his dick like this one. He fought to keep a steady pace, to stay in control. He knew, though, that he would not last long inside this one. Her beautiful back, her narrow hips, and the round ass he had now committed to memory. His hips moved in a wide circle, forcing his cock into every corner of her pink pussy. Max's hand curled around the base of his cock, and he held Jen's head still with his other hand. He stroked his cock fast, his fist banging into her chin, as he jacked off in her mouth. She grunted around the vibrating meat, her tongue tickling the underside of his head and the small slit leaking precum. She lapped up the salty fluid, sucking hard on his head to draw more from him. Chase pulled his cock from her pussy, eliciting a groan of disappointment from Jen. She wiggled her ass at him, begging with her body for him to get back inside. He slapped it lightly and then grabbed her left cheek hard, holding her hips still. Jen waited with eager anticipation as she felt the warm tip of his dick trace her crack, from her pussy to her ass. Chase pushed, his head popping inside her tightest hole. He left it sit there without thrusting, and his hands grabbed each as cheek and spread her wide. He eased in, and vibrations from deep in Jen's throat coursed through Max's dick. His head fell back as he groaned with pleasure, driving his cock deep down her throat. Chase eased into her until she could feel his tight balls against her pussy. The sensation drove her wild, and every part of her flexed - her ass around Chase, her mouth around Max, and her hand around Hunter. Chase fucked her with short, slow strokes, his moans a compliment to her smooth, tight ass. Jen smiled inside at the sounds of pleasure echoing from the men around her. She pictured herself, bent in half, surrounded by fleshy meat, and felt her own pleasure build. The feeling was short-lived, though, as Chase scooped up her legs, pulling her away from Max and Hunter and holding her aloft with his cock still in her ass. His hands braced her knees wide apart, her body resting against his, as he carried her toward the couch. Holding her up, he laid down until she was sitting on him with her legs just outside his own. His arms snaked around her body, and he held her tight, flattening her tits with his forearms. He nipped at her neck, leaving tiny bite marks on her skin. "Who's next?" he called to the men. She looked over toward the group. With Terry's cock rapidly returning to hardness, there were five men aiming their tools her direction, and Jen wondered who would be the next one to take her pussy. Max hurried toward the couch and placed his knees between Chase's and her own. She looked deep in his still-youthful eyes, clasped her hands behind his neck and kissed him deeply as he fed his snake into her dripping hole. With the weight, Chase could hardly thrust, but he flexed his cock in her ass, making her swoon. "That's right," she whispered in Max's ear. "Fuck me hard. Pound my pussy. Mmm...your cock feels so hard inside me." "So fucking tight. You're going to make me cum if you keep squeezing my dick like that," he grunted back. Chase squeezed her tits, forcing her nipples up and out, and Max wrapped his lips around her right one. Her hands messed his hair as she leaned back against Chase, sandwiched between two lovers. Chase moved his hips side-to-side and continued to flex his cock, grinding himself in her, while Max pounded her pussy, forcing her harder and harder against Chase. "Yess! Fuck me!" she yelled out. Quicker than she had expected, another orgasm shot through her, and both Chase and Max cried out as her muscles clenched, then relaxed, then clenched again. "Holy shit," Chase muttered. "I'm going to fucking cum in your ass! Goddamn!" "Yess!" she screamed. "Fucking fill my dirty ass with your hot cum! Cum in me, baby! Oh god! I want to feel you shoot it in me with your big cock!" Thick ropes of cum burst from the tip of his cock with such force that she felt each one in her ass. He held her hips locked down on his own as his cock pulsed with one, two, three, four, five eruptions of cum. Almost at the same time, she felt Max convulse and soon his cock, too, was spraying inside her. The sensation of fluid filling her two tunnels took her quickly back to climax, and she held tightly to Max as her own orgasm matched his. All three bodies tensed and writhed on the couch as cum spilled from Jen's twitching pussy and ass. She felt Max and Chase tremor around her, their cocks finally starting to soften, and she breathed a contented sigh feeling the heat of their bodies against her and inside her. All too soon, Chase shoved her off of his lap, sending Max springing to his feet. Chase grabbed her hair and forced her to her knees as the other guys circled around her. She was now surrounded by four other thick cocks, all aimed directly at her. The nearest belonged to Dan and was mere inches from her face, its bulbous head pointing straight at her forehead. She opened her mouth to engulf it, but Hunter beat the older man to the punch and forced his own hard dick inside. She sucked with ferocity on his head, looking straight up into his eyes. Her hands sought and found two other cocks to her sides. She recognized the smooth silkiness of Terry's in her left hand, and the angry, veiny shaft of Mr. Davies in her other. She stroked them both rapidly, bobbing her head on Hunter's. Her spit dribbled out the corners of her lips and coated his shaft and balls. With a pop, she released Hunter's dick and eagerly tongued Max's, cleaning his cum and her own juices from his softened meat. He held the back of her head steady as he pushed his still slightly hard cock in and out, popping it past her tingly lips. For several minutes, she serviced each man, swapping her hands and mouth on each one. The sight of meat hardened all for her drove her wild, and her tits jiggled tantalizingly as he hurriedly tried to get to each one. Each had a slightly different feel - different girth, different texture - but all shared the same salty taste of precum that she lapped up. Dan grunted and groaned heavily. "Oh fucking shit!" he yelled, grabbing her shoulder and tilting her upper body back. His hand was a blur on his cock, and his lungs heaved as the first spray of milky white cum erupted from the tip, hitting her neck. The second burst had barely landed across her left tit when Terry's high-pitched moan drew her attention to her right. His second cum of the night hit her mouth as Dan's third rope coated her chest. Some of Terry's cum snuck past her lips, and she swallowed the salty fluid. The rest fell from her chin to join Dan's pool on her tits. Mr. Davies grabbed her hair, turning her toward his groin and grunted through gritted teeth as his own orgasm hit her square in the cheek. She marveled at the force of his cum and the unbelievable amount that covered the side of her face and neck. She opened her mouth wide to catch some, and licked her lips with delight as the older man's legs trembled with the force of it. Before she knew what was happening, Hunter was behind her, his cock shoved in one thrust up her ass, just in time to seal around the shaft as he, too, came. She was forced to a folded-up position as he worked his shooting cock in and out of her tight, gripping ass. In far too short a time, he pulled out, sending a trail of his and Chase's cum leaking from her ass, at the same time more cum dripped from her face and tits. He stood, pulling her back into a kneeling position just in time for Chase to press his hardened tip against her tit. Her eyes went wide at his condition, surprised by his stamina. He had cum in her ass only moments before, but now, he was ready to go again. He stared straight into her eyes as his cum mixed with the rest on her body, the pearly white strands layering on her tits, and soon, Jen could barely even see her areola. White streaks covered her skin, and she rubbed it in, squeezing her tits with one hand and rubbing her pussy vigorously with the other. She looked from one man to the other, a delirious smile painted on her face, and watched in fascination as their cocks softened, the skin loosening and retreating as drips of cum continued to leak from their tips. "You're a mess, slut," said Dan. "A beautiful fucking mess." "Fucking right, man. Goddamn that girl can fuck," agreed Terry. "We really covered this one," Max said. "You can barely see her fucking tits. Nice work drawing all that cum out, slut." Jen smiled at the praise and sat back on her heels. She looked down at her cum-soaked body. "You guys covered me. I don't think you missed a single spot," she marveled, rubbing the cum into her skin. They stared for a few more moments before Dan, Max, and Terry started reaching for their clothes. The others soon followed. . "Back to the game, guys?" Mr. Davies inquired. "Sounds good," said Chase. "I'll grab some fresh beers." The men dressed quickly and sat at the respective places around the poker table. Jen moved to stand, ready to get cleaned up, exhaustion suddenly creeping over her. Hunter caught her movement and walked toward her. He looked down, his height making him seem very imposing. Jen caught several of the men glancing in her direction. "No," he said firmly. "You stay right there. You wanted that cum. Now sit in it. Don't fucking move." Jen sat back on her heels as the men chuckled and turned back to the game, cum leaking from her ass even as it dried on her upper body. Confused and embarrassed, she waited there for his next direction, a direction that seemed to take a long time coming. Chase emerged from the kitchen with beers in hand and caught her eyes. He smiled and winked before taking his seat at the table. They played several hands as Jen waited anxiously, her muscles aching from the position, the pools of cum drying on her body. Finally, after what must have been three hands, Hunter left his seat to get a beer. He returned and stood next to her, taking a long pull from the can. He bent down and kissed her temple. "Go clean yourself up," he said. As she got up to go, he slapped her ass. "You did good tonight." Despite herself, the smile never left her face as she made her way to the bathroom down the hall.