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The Story of B

By: Paris Waterman



The mirror was an old one, picked up at a consignment shop a year earlier. Its oak frame holding glass that was wavy and dappled with dark spots. 

My image is slightly distorted, Bianca thought. 

Seeming unconcerned about any distortion, she tried on each of the three tops in turn, and then selected two others from her closet, repeating the routine of bending this way then that, while viewing the amount of cleavage each successive bend or twist might reveal to Jimmy when he stood across the counter from her at the bookstore where she worked.

Guys just don't get it... how hard we work to get them interested in us, she thought. And for what? Hoping to land a quality guy as a husband?

Jimmy was a good-looking guy who had popped into the bookstore the last two Tuesdays looking for a particular book. Bianca had placed an order with another bookstore for it and it had arrived yesterday, which was a Monday.

She kept dipping a shoulder to see how much breast showed and then tried an even deeper bend. She was truly surprise to see that a nipple was clearly exposed by that particular action. 

This is the top for today; she told herself, and then allowed herself to try on two skirts before deciding that the first one was right for her outfit.

Still standing in front of the old mirror, Bianca gave some thought to the various men in her life:

I guess the first one would have to be Henry. She closed her eyes and tried to visualize him, but could only convey a leering rusty-haired boy who had pushed his way through the other kids on the school bus to sit beside her. He had squeezed himself onto her side of the cracked leather seat as the bus made its familiar and halting way down the highway, expelling children at each stop like chocolate covered morsels from Willy Wonka's Candy Factory. 

Henry never actually touched me, Bianca recalled, But he had leaned on her, and he had looked at her. The experience had been both frightening and exciting. The way he had shoved and bumped her had made warmth start between her legs and roll up her body until she could feel the heat turning her face red. It was uncomfortable. She had hoped he wouldn't stop. But that was as far as he had dared to go, and it was the only time he did it.

Who was next? That Rutherford guy? Mr. Rutherford, her older sister's boss. He must have been in his twenties; and whenever she came by to pick up Nellie he would call her into his office and flirt with her. 

Bianca clearly remembered the first time he had touched her. He had run his finger up her leg and it had electrified her. Christ! I stood there like a statue, pretending not to notice while rockets went off in my skull. But it wasn't just the one time... it had happened several times. Oh yeah, it happened every time I stopped by after that. He'd invite me into his office while he had Nellie do some busy work elsewhere. He would talk and talk, it didn't matter to me if he was reading the fucking telephone book, just as long as those fingers kept creeping up and down my leg.

She paused, trying to recall why it had ended. There had been no scandal, no one, including her sister had ever suspected any impropriety on his part. 

Then she remembered: His hand had gone higher than ever before. Not just fingers, but his whole hand had come to rest on her panty-clad crotch. I hadn't uttered a word in all the time his fingers had felt my legs up. But when his palm pressed against my pussy, I had been stunned and uttered one word. "OH!" and it contained neither a stop or go imperative to it. Just a simple, "OH!"

It was enough to make him stop. Bianca's first thought was that her sister was about to enter the office, but she was at the other end of the hallway filing some papers. No, it had been the sudden progress that Rutherford had made with her that frightened him into withdrawing his hand and that had been the end of his sorties under her skirts.

Who was next? Lawrence... no, Brittany. Bianca glanced in the mirror and saw several drops of sweat sliding down between her breasts. How nice it would be if I could strip and let the breeze lick the sweat from my skin, she thought and smiled. 

Bianca's mind returned to Brittany. They'd met in high school, but nothing happened between them until the afternoon they played hooky and went to the movies to see Bruce Willis in Bonfire of the Vanities after watching his television series Moonlighting. Brittany claimed he had something called the X-factor, and Bianca had been unable to argue the point as she also found him delectable eye candy.

The girls sat next to one another in the dark, while a wavy shaft of light cast the film on the large screen in front of them. Above the faint hum of the projector they could hear the shuffling of feet as the other, older teens watching the film, like most teenagers the world over, found it next to impossible to sit in one position very long. The darkness, combined with the muffled shuffling and other noise, turned the barren theatre into a very private place.

For the first part of the film, which both would later agree was boring, boring and in Brittany's case, very, very boring -- Bianca would trace a delicate line up and down the soft skin on Brittany's arm. Brittany returned the favor after Bianca brought a halt to her meandering fingers. Bianca stared entranced at the screen while Brittany's fingertips did their feathery stroking, wishing it was her leg and not her arm that Brittany was cautiously caressing. Later, in the theatre toilet, Bianca sat on the commode and peed then wiped herself and felt a sharp thrill that caused her to touch herself until she had a small orgasm.

They had never repeated the touching again; in fact, Brittany had transferred later that semester when her father relocated to Santa Fe, New Mexico.

Lawrence been her first lover, seducing her in the backseat of his Ford Mustang her sophomore year in college. It had never occurred to her that one would go to bed with a man and not marry him. But she had. She had enjoyed the sex, hadn't she? 

Bianca gave it some thought while unconsciously rubbing a nipple until it peaked. Or was I too busy worrying if it was all right to do this, or try that position? And what might he think of her if she wanted to try something else?

Did I ever truly relax when we were doing it? She couldn't recall and left off teasing the nipple. Still and all, he was the first guy I ever fucked.

**********

Bianca arrived five minutes late, but no one at the bookstore seemed to notice. She kept glancing at the entrance, not wanting to miss Jimmy's arrival. Unconsciously she would use both hands to push her bra up, until catching herself at it, and then she willed herself to keep her hands off her breasts.

Jimmy was a no-show and the disappointment showed in Bianca's face each time a stranger entered the store. It was ten after four − Bianca's shift ended at six -- that the older gentleman entered the store and walked up to Bianca to request if they had a certain historical novel. 

Bianca leaned over the computer searching for the book, unmindful of the amount of cleavage she was revealing to him. Lost in the computers columns of books, she did not realize that he positioned himself so that he was angled over the counter to obtain a better view of her breasts until she found the novel he'd requested, and only then did she see where his eyes were fixed.

"Ahem," she said, trying to bring his focus back where it belonged. What Bianca didn't realize was that although she was now aware of where his eyes were, she had not changed her position to deny him the full view he had of her mammaries.

"You have beautiful breasts," he said quietly.

"What did you say?"

"You have beautiful breasts," he repeated.

And just as with the youthful Henry years before, she felt the warmth start between her legs and roll up her body until she the heat turned her face red. Once again, it was disconcerting, but she hoped it wouldn't stop.

"Am I embarrassing you, Miss?"

She couldn't bring herself to answer him for several long seconds then said simply, "No," she said then cleared her throat. "You're not." 

He glanced around, saw that no one was close at hand before speaking again. "Then would you mind showing me a little more?"

"What... what did you say?"

"I asked if you wouldn't mind leaning forward to allow me to see more of your bosom."

His use of the word, 'bosom' brought Bianca out of her stupor. Why not? I wanted to let Jimmy have a gander at them. This guy seems nice... at least he's asking me."

"No one else needs to know. But what I've seen so far is magnificent."

The politeness of his choice of words and the fact that she had been practicing showing her breasts off in hopes that Jimmy would come by and ask her out solidified her decision. 

"All right, but don't touch, understand?"

"I won't, unless you want me too."

Bianca glanced around. The manager was in the bathroom, he emptied his bowels at this time almost daily. The assistant manager was in the farthest corner of the store helping an elderly woman.

Feeling safe enough, Bianca quickly raised her top exposing her breasts to the man standing before her. Her tan lines made her appear even sexier than she actually was. 

He took in the view: the nipples were ruby red and extended out a good half inch. In his mind the stranger thought with some gentle lovemaking he might get them out another half-inch and he began to grow hard. 

"Hurry up and finish looking," Bianca said nervously. She realized that she was wet down there and squeezed her thighs together and felt a sharp thrill pass through her loins.

He continued to stare at her breasts, the contrast of her white skinned breasts versus the tanned parts of her upper chest and stomach made his cock twitch.

She took a deep breath and lowered the top. "So, what'd you think?"

"Their unbelievably beautiful," the man replied.

"My name is Jonathan," he said moments later. "What time do you get off? I'd like to see more... I'd like to see you again."

"Six... I get off at six," Bianca told him. Her nipples had grown hard and were now poking at the thin material of her top.

Jonathan stepped back revealing his erection to her, along with the small stain now fronting his slacks from the leakage in his penis.

"Did I...?" Bianca said on seeing the stain and accompanying bulge.

"Yes, but it doesn't matter. I'll pick you up at six. Please... what's your name?"

"Bianca," she said quietly, as the assistant manager was headed to the register with the elderly woman several steps behind him.

"Bianca," he said as if tasting it. "That's a lovely name, and quite in keeping with your even lovelier breasts."

A small tremor passed through Bianca as she nodded, afraid to speak.

She was still quaking as he turned away and left the store. The time between meeting him and quitting time seemed an eternity. 

*****

She saw him sitting in a dark blue BMW and slowly approached the car idling by the curb one door down from the bookstore.

Jonathan got out and opened the door for her. It was the first time in her life that any man had done that for her. She glanced down and saw the bulge again. I excite him, she told herself. Well, that's only fair. He excites me too.

Once she was seated next to him in the BMW, she threw caution to the wind and blurted, "You can touch them if you want." 

"Oh I want to touch them alright," and Jonathan moved his hand up and felt her breasts one at a time. He hefted their weight and kneaded the mounds. 

Bianca grabbed his hand, took the forefinger and ran it in circles around her nipples, first the left and then the right, watching the reaction on his face as the nipples hardened under his touch.

Slowly he withdrew his hand; it was visibly shaking. "Are you hungry, or would you rather go to my place. We can eat later."

He wants me, he wants me now! She thought gleefully. Fuck you, Jimmy no-show!

Bianca's voice was thick with lust as she uttered the words, "Your place is fine. Is it far?" 

"A few blocks," he responded hoarsely.

"Do you really like my breasts?" she asked.

"They're incredible," Jonathan said, and forced himself to put his hands back on the steering wheel and start driving.

They were silent as he pulled into the underground garage of his apartment. After parking the BMW, he turned to her and said, "Could you let me see them again?"

Unable to contain herself, Bianca lifted the top up, exposing her breasts to him again, and asked coquettishly, "Would you like to suck on one?"

"My God, yes!" Jonathan groaned, and reached out with both hands and fondled her breasts. 

Bianca was beside herself and put her hands on his shoulders and pulled his head gently towards her left breast. His hands were still teasing her nipples. She pulled his head right over her nipple. Groaning again, Jonathan took the distended nipple into his mouth and sucked tenderly on it, playing with the other breast while Bianca moaned.

"Suck a little harder," she gasped.

He did and eventually switched over to the neglected nipple. His cock was stiff as a board as it pressed against Bianca's leg.

"Do they taste good?" Bianca asked, pushing him back a little. 

"Nectar of the Gods, he groaned, "We'd better get inside before someone else comes into the garage."

Hurriedly they made their way to his apartment, once inside Jonathan pinned Bianca against the door and kissed her. She had never been kissed like this before; tentative at first, and then as they relaxed, he began probing with his tongue. It wasn't long before they were hugging then humping one another while sucking on each other's tongue.

Jonathan took her face in his hands and led her over to a large, comfortable chair in the living room. They collapsed onto it and kissed over and over.

Bianca's whole body was responding to his kisses. In fact, she was aching for more and Jonathan gave it to her, inserting his tongue in her ear while rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"You're so beautiful," Jonathan groaned. 

Bianca panting, grabbed his shirt, opened several buttons and ran a hand over his solid chest while longing to rub her breasts over his. With a loud moan, she began rubbing his cock. 

He bit down on her nipple and Bianca made a sound that assured him he could do whatever he wanted with her a willing accomplice. Very slowly and very softly his hand crept over her stomach and thighs.

She gave his cock a final squeeze then began to fumble it out of his half-opened fly. As it came into view, Bianca realized that she had never been this wet; never this juicy in her life.

She had just begun jerking him off when he found her clit with one finger and put another up her vagina. 

"OH!" she gasped and had a flashback to Mr. Rutherford that day in his office. But Jonathan didn't take her single word as a warning to stop, but did take his finger away, putting to her lips as if to tell her to be quiet. Bianca sniffed her juices on the finger and found herself turned on even more. 

And when he kissed her, she began humping his leg, maneuvering her body so that her cunt was pressed firmly against his knee. He didn't realize it, but she humped his knee until her orgasm arrived; which was within three minutes − during which he continued kissing and tonguing her.

Jonathan was as patient a lover as a girl could ask for, and gently kissed his way past her heaving breasts, pausing to nurse at each nipple until they were both aching, and then he made directly for her overflowing cunt. 

Bianca was coming repeatedly from the moment his mouth closed down on her clit and he reinserted his finger. She held onto his head and lurched into an orgasm that had her toes curled and her eyes rolled up in her head.

She had no idea when he started to fuck her. But he did and took his time in doing so. 

When he finally spent, they both collapsed on the bed relaxed and happy and warm all over. He rested his hand on her moist bush and felt her continued spasm for another five minutes then placed her hand back on his cock and told her to make it hard again. Bianca took him in her mouth and sucked until the flaccid mousey thing had mushroomed into a six inch steel rod. His cock was glistening with her saliva as she licked him as she might have a lollipop. She removed him from her mouth and coddled it between her breasts.

"Fuck them, please?" she pleaded as she held him and rubbed him over her breasts and across each nipple. He responded by finding her clit again and tormenting it in the most pleasurable way imaginable. 

"Your pussy is every bit as beautiful as your breasts," he told her, and she thrilled at his words. No had ever talked to her like that before.

She laughed and quickly placed him back inside her.

"Play with my balls for a while," he said. She did and delighted in his pleasure filled groans. Then he rolled on top of her and fucked her for twenty minutes before releasing a torrent of sperm in her vaginal canal and finally collapsed alongside her an utterly exhausted man.

They lay there wrapped up in each other for the rest of the night. In the morning they showered together and wound up having oral sex before toweling off and returning to the bedroom.

Needless to say, Bianca was late for work that day. And when Jimmy sauntered in around two in the afternoon, she almost didn't recognize him, having totally forgotten her previous plan to seduce him. She was looking forward to another late afternoon session with Jonathan and could not have cared less about Jimmy the no-show from yesterday.

*****

Meanwhile in Jonathon's spacious apartment, his wife of fifteen years straddled his manhood, gliding up and down as she neared her climax. 

"So good... Jonny you're so fucking good!" she gasped as it came over-riding everything else in her universe.

Later, she held Jonathon's head in her hands as he moved from breast to breast, "No more of my pussy for you, Jonny, you have to save yourself for little Bianca later."

"Mmmm, I suppose I must."

"I expect it's too soon for me to make an appearance, isn't it?"

"Yes, I expect so, dear, but the third times usually the best, don't you think?"

"Ah, yes. The third time's the charm. So I'll walk in on the two of you then."

"Yes, love. I should think she'll be most responsive if you make your appearance when I'm putting it to her."

"Mmm, a girl about to come is open to most anything, even another woman's mouth."

"And pussy, dear, don't forget that, it's perhaps you're most appealing asset... sexually that is."

"Yes, it probably is. More Champagne, dear?" 

THE END 

The Story of BethAnne



As I sat on the sofa, I watched the last rays of the day's sunshine flicker through the equally golden fiber of the carpet at my feet. I stretched my foot into the warm sunlight. Suddenly a bird flew in front of the window pane and its shadow played across my feet. I've always hated waiting, and tonight was no different. Tonight I would meet Danielle, a "friend" of Susan's. 

The moment finally arrived. Susan politely introduced me to her. I offered my hand; she took it and looked so deeply into my eyes I almost melted. Sus had known Danielle for several years. I knew that Danielle was now or had been Susan's girlfriend. I knew they had made it together, but it didn't bother me. Susan was mine. Or did I belong to her? Sometimes I didn't know for sure. 

I served the drinks while they chatted on the sofa. Susan was wearing a light pink miniskirt, sans stockings, and a tight, matching sweater that showed off her ample breasts nicely. Her nipples poked through the sweater like small pebbles. Danielle was dressed in black, all the way down to her darkened pantyhose. The skirt she wore was made of a thin, leathery material. She looked sexy, indeed. I wore a bright red knee-length cotton skirt and a white, short-sleeved, button-down blouse. 

Like Susan, I wore no stockings. As I sat across from them, Susan turned her legs toward me, drawing them up under her gorgeous ass. I could see all the way up her skirt, right to the 'V' of her pastel- pink panties. She knew I liked beaver shots. Sometimes she would do it without panties, driving me crazy. 

"BethAnne looks nice in red, doesn't she?"

"Mmm," replied Danielle. "Very becoming. She's a very sexy girl." 

I blush easily. I'm innately shy. I looked away, not knowing what to say. I crossed my legs carefully, taking care not to offer either of them any good views. Susan asked me to serve some more drinks. We all drank too much as we talked. All the while, Susan became more and more loose with her legs, sometimes affording me full looks along the entire length of her panty-clad crotch as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. I was getting hot and she knew it. The few times that she ran her hand over her own breast or held it against her the inside of her thigh, just inside her skirt, made me drool inside. The liquor made me wanton.

"BethAnne," said Danielle, staring through me eyes into my mind, "Have you ever tried S&M?"

I shook my head. I knew what it was, but had never had any interest. I didn't think I could ever get off on hurting someone, or having someone hurt me.

"I am somewhat of an expert on the subject. I'm not ashamed to admit that I introduced Susan to some pretty kinky things when we met. She invited me here tonight to rekindle some old flames, so to speak." Susan blushed.

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked, a hint of jealousy in my voice.

"There are times when Susan needs a different kind of love. Actually, she would really like me to work her over a little bit. I wanted you to watch, to learn. Maybe to join in if you like. Maybe to let us teach you some new things. Please don't be scared. Just keep an open mind. O.K., doll-baby?"

I was confused, not knowing what to say, but agreed, even if it was only half-heartedly. 

"Just sit back and watch, darling," whispered Danielle.

Danielle went to the closet, searched through a bag she had brought with her, and returned holding an 18-inch long, two-inch wide, black leather strap. The leather strap was flexible enough to move back and forth in her hand. I shuddered. It had an eight-inch mahogany handle. Susan looked up at her as she approached.

"Get up, slut," ordered the raven-haired girl. 

Susan slowly arose from the sofa. Did I see her trembling? Her pink skirt barely met the middle of her pure white thighs. Her legs were as far apart as the skirt would allow, perhaps two feet. I longed to be on the floor beneath her, looking up as I often did into the treasures between her legs.

"Turn around and face the sofa," ordered Danielle.

Susan turned. Her ass filled the light pink cotton skirt completely, the outline of her panties plainly visible beneath the thin material. Without warning, Danielle drew the thick strap back and lashed it smartly across my lover's skirt-covered ass. There was a soft slapping sound as the leather met the cotton.

"OH!" Susan cried out, not expecting the sudden blow.

"Just warming you up a bit, honey. Now how about kneeling on the couch, facing the back." 

Susan moved forward and knelt obediently, her bare legs tightly closed. Danielle immediately moved right behind her. I thought she was going to give her another stroke. Instead, she reached her hand out and put it right over the spot she had just whipped, then rubbed gently. I think I heard Susan hiss between her teeth, like she does when I suck her clit. 

"Such a beautiful ass!" admired Danielle. "Why she likes to have it striped with a strap or a whip, or even a cane, I'll never know. Does BethAnne tongue your backside, darling?"

"Yes," replied Susan. I turned a thousand shades of red.

"And fuck you with a dildo there?" she asked.

"Yes," replied Susan, still facing away from Danielle and myself, her knees on the sofa, her back held straight with shoulders back. Danielle continued rubbing the entire backside of my lover, in a slow, circular pattern, kneading the material over the fleshy buns slightly from time to time.

"Let's have a better look at our friend's posterior, shall we BethAnne?" Danielle looked back at me with a slight smile. I nodded affirmatively, not knowing what to say, still awed by what was happening before my eyes. Susan had always been the aggressor with me; I was astonished to see her so submissive. 

"First, let's check things out. Open your legs, Susan." Susan obeyed, opening her legs as far as she could given the tightness of the skirt. I watched as Danielle's hand reached under the hem; the "AH!" from Susan signaled that the hand had reached its ultimate destination. 

"Oh my!" remarked Danielle, "The panties are soaked! She does get excited when she knows she's about to be whipped!" 

Susan cocked her head to the side as Danielle played with the juice-soaked crotch. I couldn't see what she was doing, but Susan was obviously enjoying it. I wondered if Danielle had pulled the panty crotch aside to finger her, or if she was rubbing the clit over the top of the panties. Whatever she was doing, it was causing loud moans to emanate from deep within Susan's throat.

When Susan finally withdrew her hand, she placed her fingers to her nose and inhaled deeply. Did I see the shininess of my lovers cum on Danielle's fingers? I, too, loved the smell of her there, the pungent cunty odor that was unique to Susan. The thought of it sent tingles through my loins.

"Raise your skirt up!" ordered the woman in black.

Without hesitation, Susan's hands were at the hem of her skirt. "Slowly," whispered Danielle, "nice and slow. Show a little bit of leg at a time." 

Danielle was toying with her now, teasing her. I watched in fascination as the skirt rose higher, inch by beautiful inch, exposing the backs of her perfect legs. How often her soft, tender thighs had wrapped around my face, caressing my cheeks as I tongued her all the way from her clitoral nubbin to her tight asshole. 

At last the rising bottom of the skirt exposed the sweet, pink rayon of Susan's panties. She wore only two kinds--heavily laced string bikinis, mostly white and pastel colored, and the one she wore today, the less modern but strikingly pretty full-cut bikinis, unlaced, with a reinforced crotch. The latter kind always fit tightly over her gorgeous buns. I always drooled when she paraded around wearing only her panties, looking so sexy; she liked being a show-off.

Susan hesitated, then turned toward Danielle. "Do I have to go on, I mean with BethAnne watching. You didn't tell me you'd let her stay...."

"All the way up!" ordered her tormentor, raising the menacing strap above her shoulder. Susan wasted no time in pulling the skirt into a circle around her waist, exposing the back of the pink-colored panties that seemed to be painted on her beautiful posterior.

"Such a beautiful ass!" remarked Danielle, hissing slightly just after she spoke. "So beatable. Watch carefully, BethAnne, when I use the strap on her. Hardly a ripple will you see because there is no fat on those luscious cheeks." 

I wanted to sink my teeth into them, so delicious were the sweet curves of her backside. The panties fit her like a glove, with nary a wrinkle in the shiny rayon. Between her spread legs, I could see the groove of her cuntal crack formed by the tightness of the panty crotch. The few hairs peeking to either side of the now soaking material matched precisely the strawberry blond color of her shoulder-length hair.

"Ask for it!" ordered Danielle.

"Please," pleaded Susan, "not in front of BethAnne." Her voice cracked slightly. For a moment I thought she was going to cry.

"The more you hesitate, the harder it will be for you, slut!"

"Then not too hard," she begged. "BethAnne will...."

"Shut up!" interrupted Danielle. "You didn't invite me over here for a modeling show. You wanted to be whipped. You knew BethAnne would be here. You wanted her to watch, didn't you? Now you're on center stage, honey. The lights are dimmed; the audience is waiting…"

"I, I...."

"I'm going to count to five. One, two, three...."

"DO IT!" cried my lover, beginning to cry.

"Do what, slut?"

"Whip me, hurt me...." Her voice fell to the floor like a handkerchief.

"That's much better," sighed the victorious woman in black. "Now take your skirt off and then lower your panties for us. Nice and slow." 

Susan sniffled as she held her skirt at the side of her waist with two hands, undid the button with trembling fingers, then eased the zipper down. The skirt fell on its own in a circle around her bent knees, leaving only her pretty pink panties to preclude us seeing her gorgeous ass. She then looped her thumb into the top of the smooth rayon and began easing the panties over her split pumpkin. 

How I loved the sweet divide of her ass! The tiny sepia lining the delicate softness around her anal region; her sweet, round 'O', puckered, crinkled, longing to be kissed and rimmed. Her ass was alabaster white, smooth, perfectly rounded, firm, protruding. The thick, wide strap waited for the panties to reach mid- thigh, encircling her legs. Her heart was pounding.... Waiting....

CRACK! The sound of leather against flesh broke the stillness of the air. Danielle had hardly snapped her wrist and the strap dug into the exposed flesh. Susan's cry echoed around the room. The pure whiteness of her sweet buns quickly turned pink, glowing in the aftermath of the firm stroke of the strap. She clenched her buttocks tightly, hoping to diminish the pain of the next one.

This time Danielle reached back further, aimed lower, and struck harder, allowing the thick leather to bite sharply into the sensitive nerves where Susan's lower ass met her upper thighs. The blow sent Susan reeling forward against the back of the sofa, her loud shriek filling the room. The palms of her hands sought the spot where the searing pain was. Her face grimaced in pain. Her pretty strawberry blond hair was becoming disheveled.

"Now hold your hands over your head! Stick your ass out! Display yourself properly, young lady. I want those sweet buns ready for some more of my strap!" ordered Danielle. Danielle knew Susan like a book, knew what she wanted and knew exactly how to inflict the appropriate amount of punishment. It was what Susan wanted, her protestations and tears to the contrary. Danielle knew that. It was difficult for me to believe, but true. Susan followed the order quickly and obediently, poking her ass out even further by bending slightly at the waist. The soft, pinkish glow of the globes was in perfect contrast to her pink skirt encircling her waist and panties bunched at her thighs.

"How does it feel, honey?" asked Danielle.

"It hurts!" Susan tearfully replied.

"But it hurts so very nice, doesn't it, darling?"

"Y-yes," she half-whispered.

"Want some more?" asked the woman in black.

"I.... I.... Does BethAnne have to remain here?"

"Of course, silly. The humiliation of her watching makes it all the more fun, doesn't it?"

Susan was silent to the question. Danielle smiled. "Where do you want it?"

"On my...on my ass," replied Susan, resigned to the fact that I would remain and watch.

"Harder?"

"Y-yes, if you want."

"I want," said Danielle, "but you really do want me to do it harder, don't you?"

"I, well...I guess so."

"Then it will cost you. I'll redden your whole delicious pumpkin for you, but first I need you to do something for me," continued Danielle with a wry smile.

"I don't understand," said Susan.

"Eat me first, you slut. You have to earn the chance for me to whip your ass nice and hard for you."

Susan's face reddened brighter than her burning buns, even more humiliated by being asked to tongue her tormentor in front of me. I was fascinated by the interaction of the two. The total subservience of my lover. The complete domination by the woman in black.

"You mean now, in front of BethAnne?" asked Susan.

"Yes, now, my little pussy," replied Danielle.

As Susan turned and faced Danielle, she stole a furtive glance at me. I caught her eyes, then looked away, not wanting to convey any message to her at all. Her body disappeared in front of Danielle, whose back was to me. As Susan moved from the couch to the floor, she removed her skirt, but left her panties in a circle around her thighs. Susan knelt, the perfect servant, obeying her mistress' every command.

Danielle pulled Susan's head into her skirt-covered abdomen, forcing Susan's lips over the pubic bone. Reflexively, Susan's hands went to the back of Danielle's ass and squeezed inward, pressing her face closer into the lower abdomen. I couldn't see what was happening; I could only imagine that my lover was kissing the hard mound through the leather-like material at her mouth. Danielle hissed between her teeth.

Without moving her head from its position, Susan moved her hands from Danielle's ass down the length of the jet-black leather skirt, then moved beneath the sexy material. I could feel my own panties becoming wet as my love juices oozed from my tingling pussy. I was able to discern the travel of Susan's hands in their upward path beneath the skirt along the backs of Danielle's dark-stockinged legs. They stopped briefly at the backs of her thighs, kneading there with her fingers, lingering long enough to elicit a loud sigh from the woman whose breathing was becoming increasingly heavy.

Susan's hands soon continued on their upward path, all the way to Danielle's ass. In the process, Danielle's skirt was pushed upward several inches by Susan's forearms, revealing more of her pretty legs. The pantyhose was dark, almost black, though still transparent. Susan's hands played with the buns beneath the thick, black leather skirt that had buttons from waist to hem along the front. I wanted to reach inside my own skirt and play with myself, so exciting was the scene developing in front of me.

"Let me lift my skirt for you, baby-doll," whispered Danielle, bending over slightly and moving her hands from Susan's head to the hem of the black leather. 

She slowly raised the material upward, still holding the strap in her right hand, knowing I was watching, giving me a sexy show she knew I was enjoying immensely. As the skirt rose higher, above Susan's arms, along the length of her perfect legs, more and more of the dark pantyhose was revealed. At mid-thigh, the pantyhose turned solid black all the way to the waistband. As she pulled the skirt over her ass, I could see Susan's hands gripping the gorgeous buns. I could see the outline of the panties beneath, but it was impossible to tell their color through the solid covering.

Danielle turned her face to me and smiled, looking back, knowing the sexy position with her raised skirt would be a turn-on for me. It was. I blushed profusely, lowering my head away from her glance.

"Don't be embarrassed, BethAnne. Just watch and enjoy. I'll let you join in later, if you like." I said nothing. I tried to swallow, but my throat was strangely dry. It was a weird scene, to say the least.

Danielle turned her attention back to her victim, holding the skirt high and looking down at the strawberry blond hair and blushing face that was pulled tightly into her pubic mound, kissing her there I was sure. 

"Lower my pantyhose, dear," whispered Danielle.

Without a sound, Susan's hands moved to the waistband of the material, reached inside with all of her fingers save her thumbs, and, without moving her face from Danielle's crotch, began pulling the pantyhose downward, over the rounded pumpkin. The alabaster whiteness of Danielle's ass contrasted sharply with the black leather skirt and the dark, opaque pantyhose. Susan moved her lips away from the pubis long enough to let the pantyhose slip by, then pressed her face into the upper crotch of the sheer, black panties, as she pushed the hose all the way down the smooth, white legs. Danielle lifted her feet in turn as Susan removed the material.

The sheer black panties hid nothing. The thin mesh revealed the entire crack along the length of her ass. Susan's hands quickly found the firm backside once more as she squeezed the buttocks, pulling the softly grinding abdomen closer to her eager lips. Danielle held the skirt up proudly, knowing full well that I was immensely enjoying the view from behind her.

Danielle was breathing heavily. She seemed oblivious to my presence. I felt like a voyeur looking through a peephole. I hoped the show would never stop.

"Yes! There!" hissed Danielle, as Susan's tongue located the burgeoning clitoris beneath the sheer material. "Oh, that's nice, honey. That's so nice." She hissed loudly between her teeth. I wanted to trade places with her, knowing how well Susan could give head when she really wanted to. Her tongue was long and electrically charged, or so it seemed. 

"Oh, baby, you deserve such a nice whipping for this. AH! What a tongue she has!"

My panties were now sopping wet. I wanted to rub my crotch, but didn't want Danielle to see me doing it. 

"Enough!" shouted Danielle, startling Susan. "It's time. Stand up, you whore!" Susan stood, her heart pounding. "Now take the rest of your clothes off!" As Susan stood, Danielle let her black leather dress fall back into place, hiding her gorgeous ass and panties from my sight. 

Susan looked at her, dumfounded. Pained at her victim's recalcitrance, Danielle quickly snapped the broad, thick strap against my lover's left hip. Susan's mouth widened, but she made no sound. I had seen her naked hundreds of times, but not under these circumstances. Biting her lower lip, she stole the briefest of glances at me, before looking back deep into Danielle's dark, sinister eyes. I wondered what she was thinking. I could sense she wanted to say something, but held it back as she moved her hands beneath her clinging sweater and lifted it up, in one quick movement, over her head. 

Even her lacy bra, which showed a vast amount of cleavage, was pink. She tossed the sweater behind her, on the sofa, then moved her right arm, defensively, in front of her full breasts. Her chest heaved with each breath. The strawberry blond curls of her pussy formed a delicate 'V' above her panties that remained encircled about her thighs. 

"I like your panties where they are," said Danielle. "Just take your bra off."

Susan moved her hands behind her back. I wanted to pounce on her and take her right then and there, so sexy did she look with panties lowered. She looked straight forward, mannequin-like, her red face expressionless, as she unhooked her bra and let it fall silently down her arms. 




The Story of BethAnne



Her pink-nippled breasts were beautiful beyond belief. The half- dollar circle of light brown was adorned with a hundred tiny goose bumps. Did I see a tear roll down her cheek and lightly fell on her left melon? Her lips quivered. Danielle made her stand like that, on parade, for what must have seemed an eternity to my sweet lover. I felt sorry for her in a way. But it was what she wanted. To be beaten and humiliated in front of me. 

"I want you to kneel on the floor with your back to me, holding your arms high over your head," ordered Danielle. Susan quickly obeyed. I was watching a play again, one that had been staged many times before. My lover, kneeling in total humiliation, bit her lower lip. I could never have guessed how much she wanted and needed this torment.

Danielle raised the strap over her head and brought it down sharply between Susan's shoulder blades. The crack of the leather against my lover's back and her cry of pain melded into one harsh sound that reverberated around the room. Her arms remained in position, high above her head. She knew that to lower them would mean sterner punishment. 

Danielle raised the strap six more times, leaving a trail of blushing red blotches from Susan's neck to her ass. Each stroke seemed just a bit more harsh, cutting just a bit more deeply from the one before. It was Danielle's way of building up the pain, little by little. Susan's breasts swayed to and fro as she gasped for air.

"Stand up and face me, you whore!" Susan got up, red-faced, her brow filled with sweat, and faced her tormentor. She looked so sexy with her panties lowered, her gorgeous strawberry-blond bush poking out from her lower abdomen, the curls intermingling between her partially opened legs.

"Take your panties off now, sweetie, and open your legs nice and wide for mama." 

Without hesitation, Susan pushed the pink undies down her pretty legs and threw them on the floor to her side. She was stark naked now. Obediently, she opened her legs wider, affording the both of us a nice view of the length of her soft, hairy pussy. Susan moved forward until she was right next to the standing girl. Reaching up with her left hand, she grasped the back of Susan's neck, then brought the menacing-looking whip between the outspread legs of her victim. 

"I haven't whipped your pussy in a long time, have I?"

"Oh no! Please, no! It hurts too much," cried Susan.

"Relax, darling, I won't do that to you unless you disobey me." 

She brought the black leather into Susan's crotch, pressing it against the fatty tissue and into clitoral area. Her victim closed her eyes and turned her head slightly to the left. The stimulation of the cold leather against the clitoral hood sent chills up the length of her spinal column. 

"That's making you feel too good! You deserve to be punished! Turn around and bend over. Grab your ankles," ordered Danielle.

Susan turned awkwardly on her heels, opened her legs a bit more for balance, then bent at the waist, finally supporting herself by placing her hands over ankles. In order to keep from falling, she opened her legs as far as they could go.

Danielle made Susan remain in the spread position for a few moments. Her anus was completely exposed. From my vantage point, the circular little button seemed deliciously inviting.

"Spread your cheeks apart! Let's see more of your sweet asshole."

"Do I have to?" cried Susan, her breasts hanging downward like melons on a vine, swaying slightly in their full ripeness.

"If you know what's good for you, sweetheart. I'm not in the mood for playing games with you. Or would you rather have a good pussy whipping or a punishment enema?"

"N-no," she whimpered.

"Then DO IT!" shouted Danielle.

Susan drew her hands up her pretty legs, then reached around to the back of her split pumpkin and, with four fingers of each hand at either side of her anal region, opened herself up for our mutual enjoyment, revealing all of her pert little rosehole, round and crinkly, almost pinkish in color. 

"Don't move," said Danielle, moving behind Susan, just to her left. She moved her middle finger to her mouth, wetting it with her saliva, then moved the glistening fingertip to the center of the puckered, slightly stretched 'O'. Susan gasped as soon as the digit touched her anus. "She loves to be finger-fucked here," Danielle said matter-of-factly, pushing inward against the circular cavity, "almost as much as she likes a nice cock up there."

Danielle pressed inward with her middle finger, forcing it into my lover's anus. "AHHH!" cried Susan as the invading digit eased its way into her. "That hurts!"

"Keep your cheeks spread, honey, I'm going for two fingers. You're nice and loose tonight."

"No, no, please no!" pleaded Susan.

"You're being so childish," chided Danielle as she started to work her index finger along side her ensconced digit. I watched carefully as Danielle slid her index finger into Susan's beleaguered asshole. Susan's breasts were swaying to and fro.

The second finger did not enter as easily as the first. Danielle placed her hand over the small of Susan's back for support as she looked down and watched her finger slowly disappear into the dark cavern, all the while Susan groaning in pain and humiliation.

"One night I fucked her for two hours with a dildo up there, and when I stopped she cried because she wanted more, the little slut." I could see her working her fingers inside Susan's rectum. "I have half a mind to do it again, but I don't want to do something she likes so well." 

She knelt down on one knee behind her impaled victim, her skirt rising well up her thigh in the process. She looked straight into the anus that was well distended by her grinding fingers.

"She feels tighter now, BethAnne. She's clenching my fingers with her asshole." Susan's eyes were shut tight, her brow furrowed. I soon realized that her groans were not of pain, but pleasure. She was a good actress. 

"Would you like to fuck her ass, BethAnne?"

"NO! NO!" cried Susan.

"I am talking to BethAnne, you whore. One more word and your ass is nothing but red meat. How about it, doll?"

I didn't know what to say. My cunt was a lake, aching to be fucked and sucked and licked by anything and everything. I needed it so badly I could have screamed. "Yes," I blurted, to my own surprise.

"There's a dildo and harness in the suitcase. I'll help you get it on if you get it for me."

I got up from my seat, wobbly kneed, and walked to the suitcase. I spotted the contraption immediately. The long, thin pink dildo was already affixed to the body harness. It was made of vinyl or rubber and was ribbed along its entire six-inch length. I lifted it up and brought it over to Danielle. On the way, I realized I was going to have to undress in front of her. I felt uncomfortable about it, but I had already made a commitment.

I handed it to her as she pulled her fingers out Susan's anus with a slight plopping sound. She held the device by the shiny dildo. "Take your skirt off, hon. I'll help you get it on."

She could sense my nervousness. "Come on, don't be shy. I don't bite....exactly." She smiled broadly. Her joke eased my tension and seemed to break the ice. I moved my hands to the front of my bright red skirt and undid the belt, then moved them to the side, undid my button and slid the zipper downward. Beneath I was wearing white panties and a half-slip. The skirt slid easily over the silkiness of my slip, over my hips and buttocks, then fell quickly down my legs.

"Mmm," said Danielle, "such a pretty slip. I love the embroidery and the slit along the leg. You are a lovely girl, BethAnne." She seemed so pleasant, her voice filled with honey. I looked down at her, blushing profusely.

"Here," she said, "let me help you with the slip, doll." 

As soon as she dropped the dildo to the floor, her hands moved to my hips. Her touch was soft but sure, her grip tight enough on the material to ease it over my hips. I don't know why, but I wanted to expose my panties to her, so I felt only the slightest embarrassment as my half-slip disappeared into a circle around my feet. 

"Beautiful," whispered Danielle. I knew she was referring the lacy, bikini-styled undies that left little to the imagination. My dark curls were easily viewable through the flower-embroidered lace at my pubis. The tails of my blouse hung down at either side of hips, umbrella-like over my abdomen. Danielle was staring straight at my crotch. I knew she liked what she saw. 

"These undies are sexy, sexy, sexy, but I'm afraid they'll have to go. It's much better for you to feel the soft leather crotch of the harness against you there anyway." I felt nervous, but didn't balk as she moved her hands to the waistband of my panties and began drawing them down, slowly revealing my naked womanhood to this stranger. My thick thatch of curls, dark brown and curly, sprang into view. I watched Danielle's eyes devour the view. I wanted her to kiss me there. 

I lifted first one foot, then another, as she eased the undies off, then watched her push panties, skirt and slip to the side. She grabbed the dildo next to her on the floor. "Lift your foot, hon, so I can slide this on for you." I did. Then the other. I looked down and watched the strange contraption being eased up my legs. It had its own leathery crotch. The two-inch waist band had a buckle in the back. The front was made of a hard 'V' shaped leathery material. The penis stuck obscenely out of the hard leather. I had used a plastic dildo many times on Susan, but had never seen anything like this. 

Danielle stood up. For the first time I smelled her musky perfume. I could see the outline of her turgid nipple through her blouse. I wanted to suck it. She pulled the harness into my crotch, against my pulsating clit. She walked around behind, her breast lightly scraping against my arm. She tightened the belt. I looked down. I was filled with a new power. Forget all that crap about penis envy--I had a huge hard-on all to myself. Danielle buckled me tightly.

"How does it feel, doll?" she whispered into my ear.

"O.K., I guess. It's a little tight."

"It's supposed to be," she said, placing her hands on my shoulders. I felt the tips of her breasts against my back, the turgid nipples poking me in their hardness. "I'm going to put some lubricant on the cock," she whispered thickly into my ear. I looked down in front of me as Danielle fetched the lube. Susan was still bent over, her split pumpkin looking delightfully ready to be split further by my cock. 

Danielle returned, holding a tube of K-Y jelly, but instead of moving behind me, she moved to the front of Susan. She looked so sexy in her black leather skirt.

"I don't want to do this," begged Susan.

"Shush! Move forward a little BethAnne, let's grease it up." 

I moved forward. The dildo rose upward, only inches from Susan's gorgeous rounded pumpkin. I watched Danielle squeeze the clear lubricant from the tube onto three fingers of her left hand. She then leaned over the back of the bent-over victim and greased my penis with the slippery substance, all the way from the rounded head to the base. The penis glistened brightly.

Danielle looked up at me with her cold eyes. She smiled, her pearly-whites glistening like my hard-on. "I think it would be nicer if you took off your blouse, doll," she said to me. At this point I had nothing to hide, so I let her undo the plastic buttons, starting at the bottom, with her greasy fingers. She quickly loosened all the buttons, then watched as I drew the white material off my shoulders. It fell to the floor in silence, wearing only a white, lacy bra over my heaving breasts. Without being asked, I reached behind me and unhooked it, then let it slide forward along my arms. In their fullness of my breasts hung from chest. I felt she would like my body. I wanted this stranger to see me naked. My nipples, coral-colored, were erect, pointing sharply forward as I stood proudly behind my lover. 

"Hold onto my legs for support, Susan," said Danielle. "I'm going to open you up for her." I reached around to the front of Susan's fleshy thighs, gripping them tightly.

"NO! NO! Please, no! Not there!" cried Susan as she felt Danielle's fingers opening up her backside, exposing the crinkly circle of her rosehole that would soon be filled with my hardness.

"Shush, child!" taunted Danielle. "I think you might like this." She spread the region open as far as she could, stretching the anus to its limit, opening the dark pathway. Looking down into Danielle's blouse from her bending position, I got a nice glimpse of her bra-less breasts, hanging downward in their beautiful fullness. I could see all the way to the dark circles surrounding her nipples. It made me all the more horny.

"Fuck her!" commanded Danielle. 

I took hold of the slippery dildo and pointed the engorged head right into the middle of the partially opened anus. I moved slightly forward, the dildo head pressing into the center of Susan's asshole. She attempted to shift away from the intruding device, but Danielle held her tightly, forcing her to maintain her bent-over position, legs spread wide. As I began moving into her, thrusting my hips forward and my abdomen upward, she screamed violently.

"NO! NO! IT'S TOO BIG," she cried. Her breaths started to come in short gasps. She snorted several times. Paying no attention to her, I watched the head of the man-made cock start to ease its way into her distended 'O'. Danielle tried to spread her apart even farther as she, too, followed the path of the dildo with devouring eyes. 

"Ngg. Nggg. UHHH! Nggg! AH!" were some of the strange sounds my lover made as the cockhead broke the plane of the sphincter and moved into her glory hole, into her deep, dark rectum. The sphincter wrapped itself around the invading pole, first trying to disengage it from her, then resigned to the inevitable. Millimeter by millimeter the pink dildo disappeared into Susan's ass, parting the rectal walls with its fullness. 

"Push it all the way in!" coaxed Danielle, her brow furrowed in intensity. "Fuck her asshole BethAnne!"

I wondered why I had never tried this before. It was a strange, wonderful power I felt. I had put objects into Susan's rectal orifice before. My finger and tongue were not strangers there, nor were thin dildos of the hand-held variety. I knew she enjoyed anal sex, as much perhaps as I did. I knew that her incessant crying all the while I was having her there at this very instant was mostly for show, perhaps a way of masking her deep humiliation. Deep inside, I knew she liked the feeling of the object in her ass. The ribbed plastic must have felt delicious to her as it pleasantly tortured the distended anus. 

On tiptoes now, I gave one last shove and drove the dildo in to the hilt, the leather crotch at my abdomen pressing into her anal region. Knowing I was all the way in, Danielle relaxed her hold on Susan's lower ass and moved her arms around my hips. To my surprise, she grasped my naked ass with her hands and pulled forward, trying to force me further into Susan. There was no more room to go further in, but the firm grasp of Danielle's hands on my buttocks felt nice. Her fingernails dug into my ass cheeks, hurting me slightly, but I had the feeling of oneness in the three of us. My nakedness seemed natural. I felt no inhibitions now. 

Danielle's head came forward, her lips seeking the roundness of my bellybutton. She tongued my navel with the tip of her tongue. Electric sparks shot through me. I felt her fingers stretching my pumpkin apart. Someone standing behind me would have a perfect view of my rosehole, I thought to myself. I had never felt so sexy in my life. The leather crotch of the harness pressed into my clit, driving me further into Susan's portal of pleasure. 

"Pump her," coaxed Danielle. "In and out. Give her a real good fucking, doll." 

Gripping the front of Susan's thighs more tightly, I started pistoning the phallus while Danielle continued to lick my navel and the surrounding area with her electric tongue. This went on for several moments. I listened as Susan's snorts of pain began to turn to pangs of pleasure as the anus accustomed itself to the large intruder. 

The tip of one of Danielle's wandering fingers around my ass found the edge of my anal region. The finger glided across the crinkly rosebud. She knew she had me where she wanted me. She looked up at my contorted face, smiling sexily. 

"Would you like me to rim you?" she asked boldly.

I shook my head affirmatively, feeling the beads of sweat on my forehead. She released her grip on me and arose, standing in front of the bent-over Susan. Her nipples pushed out into the shiny rayon of her blouse. She moved behind me. I could hear her rummaging through the paper bag on the floor. I looked back and saw her moving toward me with two leather straps with buckles on each end. 

"Stay still," she ordered. "I'm going to strap the two of you together around your thighs so you don't slip out of her. Then I'm going to show you why my girlfriends always turn around on their bellies and expose their butts when I'm making love to them." I watched her lick her lips with the tip of tongue as she ran the first inch-wide strap between our legs, pulled it around, and buckled it behind my leg. The front of my thigh pressed deeply into the back of Susan's. She did the same with the second strap. I was now strapped against my lover, the dildo deep in her ass.

Danielle moved directly behind me. I could feel her warm breath on my naked back. "I'm going to make you feel very, very good, honey," she whispered in my ear. Her hands were on my shoulders, soft of touch. The tip of her tongue found the extremely sensitive ear to its liking. My entire back turned into goose bumps as she rimmed my ear with her warm, wet tongue. 

"I want your asshole, BethAnne. I want my tongue in there, deep, deep inside. Is that what you want, darling?"

"Oh, yes!" I sighed. 

I was completely gone now. The world's biggest cucumber would have been too small for me back there now. I needed it, and Danielle knew it. Her tongue moved from my burning ears to the inside of my neck, where she lightly brushed my hair aside and kissed me gently right at the point where clavicle and neck join. She sucked the skin slightly between her lips. I was swooning with pleasure and anticipation.

Still holding her hands at my shoulders, Danielle began lowering herself into a kneeling position behind me, the point of her tongue snaking a path down the length of my backbone. Lower and lower it went, leaving a light trail of her warm saliva in its wake. She paused long enough at the small of my back to kiss me once more, sending tingles all over my body. I tried to press the dildo further into Susan, but it was already in as far as it would go. The tightness of the straps around our thighs prevented me from pumping her really good. I knew she liked the feeling inside of her split melon. 

"Bend over Susan's back and play with her tits, honey," suggested Danielle, her tongue at the very top of the crack of my ass. As I bent over, I felt Danielle's hands moving down from my shoulders. Her nails gently scratched my back as they, too, moved downward along my now bending back. I grasped the firm weightiness of Susan's breasts in my hands. Her huge nipples were sharp and turgid against my palms. I flattened the hanging breasts against her chest. She cooed softly. Her body was hot and sweaty.

Danielle's hands reached the succulent globes of my ass before her tongue did. She scratched the surface gently, making the goose bumps rise once more. She used her thumbs to pry me open. I had never felt so open, so exposed. 

"What a cute little button!" she said. I knew she was talking about my asshole. I wanted her to look at me there, to open me up, to rim me. I was filled with wanton lust, so horny now that had she offered to shove the wide end of a baseball bat into me there I would have gladly let her. She blew cool breath on my "cute little button". Reflexively my sphincter closed against the feeling, but the nerve endings felt electrified. This was no ordinary woman who was about to eat my ass out. She was an expert, not only in torture, but in making love. 




The Story of BethAnne



It was hard to explain. I loved the feeling of being strapped together with Susan. The tightness of the belt around our thighs, holding us together, was exciting to me. For the first time, I realized that I was in bondage, but it didn't bother me. I liked it. I would have had our bodies bound entirely had Danielle so desired. I even pictured myself bound thusly, front to front against my lover, locked perhaps into a '69' position, my head buried between her lovely thighs.

When her lips touched my rosehole, I exploded. I came in torrents before she even put her tongue in me. I screamed as I came, the waves of unbelievable pleasure ripping through my body like bolts of lightning. I squeezed Susan's tits in my hands. I think Susan knew what had happened to me, so often had she heard me scream under the delicate machinations of her tongue and fingers. My breaths came in long, deep gasps. Hardly had I time to come down when she shoved her tongue into my ass.

Oh, the exquisite feeling! The electrified tongue engorged me, split my rosehole, sank into the deep abyss of my ass. I grunted loudly.

"Isn't she fantastic!" said Susan beneath me, knowing that Danielle had just thrust her tongue into me there. They were the first words she had uttered in a while. I grasped her hanging breasts all the tighter and drove the dildo home once more into her delicate ass, causing her to grunt as I had. 

Danielle began to piston her tongue in and out of my ass, withdrawing it completely, then shoving it inside like an electric spear. Sometimes she would rim my sphincter with the tip of her tongue, torturing my beleaguered rosehole with the most exquisite of pleasures imaginable. Each thrust, each licking drew louder shouts of ecstasy from me. The room filled with my "OHHH's" and "AHHHH's" and shrieks, sprinkled with "YES, OH YES!" and "Yes, THERE!" and "DON'T STOP" and a thousand other mutterings and gibberish that punctuated the heat-filled atmosphere.

It seemed that there was no stopping her. Bent on a maniacal rage to have my asshole, Danielle's tongue went on, unceasing, until the feeling built up in me once more. This time when I came, I screamed as if in pain, a long scream that seemed to waver with my pulsating orgasm. When she withdrew her electric tongue, I came down slowly, gasping for breath, unbelievably spent and totally exhausted. 

I felt her standing up behind me. My asshole was still tingling. I still held Susan's breasts in the palms of my hands. My sweat bathed her back. I hardly noticed that Danielle was fastening a strap around our waists, buckling it behind my back.

"Stand up," she ordered. The both of us moved into an upright position, strapped now at waist and thigh. "Move to the sofa, girls, it's my time to have some fun." 

She gave me a quick pat on my ass with the palm of her hand, just hard enough to make it sting a little. Awkwardly, we moved, my legs following Susan's stride for stride, my dildo still ensconced in her ass.

"Kneel on it," she said as we approached the blue velvet. "BethAnne, keep your knees inside Susan's." 

I followed my lover to the kneeling position, my breasts flattened against her naked back. There was not much give to the thigh straps, but I was able to work my knees inside her legs. No sooner had we gained the kneeling position than I felt Danielle shackling our ankles together with pieces of rope. There followed a rope around our waists, then up and around our shoulders. My breasts crushed into Susan's back, my turgid nipples feeling like hard pebbles upon her softness. Only our arms were free.

"Have you beaten her, Susan?" asked Danielle. I soon realized she was asking about me.

"No," she replied.

"I shan't be too hard on her the first time. Oh, these clothes are much too hot for this room." I turned my head to the side in time to see Danielle unbuttoning her white silk blouse. She shed it quickly. Her bra- less breasts were cone-shaped pears of pure delight, topped by cherry nipples of sweet perfection. She unbuttoned and unzipped her black skirt, which dropped to her feet in deafening silence. She wore nothing beneath save a pair of sheer black panties and the knee-length leather boots.

The dark, thickly curled pubic hairs of her full were completely visible beneath the wispy panties. Like her exquisite breasts, her legs were alabaster white. They were long and smooth. She looked at me with a wry smile, cocking her head slightly to the left. Soon she disappeared from my sight, her firm breasts jiggling slightly as she moved on cat's feet to the wall of whips. When she returned, she was holding a cat-o-nine tails in her right hand, the nine pieces of braided leather hanging ominously down. I realized that it was meant for me and my heart began to pound.

"Susan," I whispered in her ear, "tell her no, please, tell her no!"

"Relax, honey, it's too late. Just let it happen."

I didn't know what to say or do. I felt Danielle move behind me. Her fingertips scraped against my naked ass. "Mmm. Such a pretty ass. Very curvy, in just the right places. Are your scared, BethAnne?"

"Y-yes," I replied.

"There is pleasure in pain, BethAnne, only it must be learned. When you first drink scotch it is distasteful. In time you become used to it. You even begin to like it. So it is with pain, my dear. Susan would do anything to trade places with you now, to have her ass attended to as I shall do with yours. You are the chosen tonight, BethAnne."

Somehow I didn't feel honored. 

"The braided cats hurt much more than the plain leather variety. They bite deeper into the skin. The pain lingers longer. Your ass will tingle for hours. Don't worry. I shan't break the skin or leave permanent marks."

"Please don't do it!," I pleaded, my voice choked with tears.

"Such a beautiful white ass," she said, ignoring me, grabbing a chunk of me there with her hand and squeezing it firmly enough to make me wince. "It will be such a delight to mark it up a bit!"

"Ouch!" I cried as her nails dug into my buttocks.

"Dear, dear," said Danielle in hushed tones. "I'm just warming the area up a bit. Exercising the nerve endings. The blood rushes to the muscle at the first feeling of pain. Her fingers worked into the very bottom of my ass, squeezing, probing. I felt her middle finger on my anus, still slick from her tongue job. Slowly, she began to worm the finger into me, her nail scratching the tenderness of my rosehole.

"OH! That hurts!" I cried in pain.

Still ignoring me, she shoved it into me with a suddenness that forced the breath from me. My eyes bulged. My mouth opened wide. I wanted to scream again, but couldn't. The dildo in Susan's ass was forced in further as my abdomen jerked inward. She gasped at the feeling. My nipples were turgid against her back, like sharp needles imbedded in her naked skin. Danielle's finger inside my rectum felt oddly strange. After the initial pain subsided, the sensation started to become pleasurable. She seemed to know it.

Slowly, she began twisting her right arm, causing her imbedded finger to move from side to side against my rectal walls. She pulled the finger out so only the tip of it felt the grip of my sphincter, then eased it slowly inside me once more. She did this several times in succession, sometimes twisting the finger just a little. I could feel my pussy begin to juice up once more. I sighed, audibly.

"The little bugger enjoys it, Susan!" laughed Danielle. "I've got my finger in her ass and she's already halfway to heaven!"

Susan gave out with a throaty laugh. "Maybe she'd like to change places with me, the little whore. That dildo is a lot bigger than your finger. Oh, it feels so good up my ass!"

"Do you think she could take it?" asked Danielle.

"I think it's worth a try."

"No, no!" I cried.

"As soon as I finish with the cat on her behind we'll see how much the little thing can take. It does feel pretty tight, though."

"She's a virgin back there, Danielle, nothing but my tongue and now your finger. It might get interesting. OH! Move it deeper into me you whore!"

As if on cue, Danielle shoved her finger as far as she could into my bowels, forcing me to move my abdomen forward, moving the dildo to its limit into Susan's ass. She panted once or twice, drawing her breath between her teeth. 

"Oh, I just came again!" she shouted. 

Danielle withdrew her finger from my anus, stepped back a few feet, and suddenly let go with the first blow of the cat-o-nine tails. I thought someone had just held a hot poker against my buttocks, so sharp and painful was the burning sensation that seared me there. I let out with a shrill cry of anguish. Before I could cry out and tell her to stop, the second painful stroke hit just beneath the first. Some of the tendrils of the whip bit into the crack of my ass, searching, I was sure, for the little nubbin she had only recently invaded. I snorted, hissed, sucked in my breath, cried out once more, and gripped Susan's breasts with my hands. 

I counted four more strokes before she stopped. My ass was on fire, burning and stinging. I had never realized I could endure such pain. To my surprise, though my eyes felt teary, not one tear fell. In a way, I felt proud of myself for enduring the pain so well. 

"That's enough for beginners," said Danielle. I felt relieved. "She tolerated it well, don't you think, Susan?"

"Mmm. I'm still coming down from my orgasm. It hasn't stopped since you started beating her. But there is always tomorrow…"



The Story of Betty Driver



Betty Driver moved uncomfortably in her chair. She crossed and re-crossed her long nylon sheathed legs nervously. She couldn't believe what they were asking of her, and it was all because JPLTV had raised a record amount of cash in their national charity marathon.

Jake Elway was the man behind JPLTV, and everything he did was aimed at getting one over on his arch rival, Silas Crain, who ran the other local TV network in Plainsville, SCRTV. Everything the pair of them did was aimed at getting something over on one another. 

When Silas had seen the spread on the front cover of last week's Plainsville Gazette that JPLTV was now leading the overall race for the coveted Elway trophy, he had angrily tossed the paper aside. The Elway trophy was presented by George Elway, the richest man in Plainsville, to the TV company who raised the most cash in the annual charity marathon. When he had seen the news, Silas had immediately called in his promotion staff and told them that they needed urgently to come up with something to put them back in the lead.

Last week, JPL had run a major charity stunt where viewers had been able to ring in to the station and pledge an amount of money. When the sums of money pledged by the viewers reached a predetermined total, one of the station's several attractive new anchors who was selected by the viewers would read the hourly news bulletin in either her underwear or a bikini, depending on what had been advertised.

The stunt had been a wild success, and had pushed JPLTV into the lead for the trophy. Now Silas wanted to get his own back on his arch rival and he was looking towards his promotion staff to come up with something sensational.

After a lot of discussion and soul searching, they had finally come up with what they thought was an exciting and daring plan, and this was what Betty was now feeling extremely uncomfortable about. Silas had been called in to listen to what they had come up with and to give his consent to the plan.

He listened with interest as Morgan Grainger, the head of promotion, explained what he had in mind. Silas smiled and looked over at Betty who was beginning to feel even more uncomfortable now that she realized that Silas looked to be in full agreement with the plan.

Silas listened silently until Morgan had finished. "Can we get away with it?" he asked. 

Morgan shrugged. "I can't see why not. It's for charity, and you can get away with anything when it's for charity."

Silas turned to Betty. "And how do you feel about it?" 

She didn't speak for a moment. "Well, I can't say I'm all that keen about it, sir. It's not like what they did on the other side, they only went down to their undies. Mr. Grainger says that if we get a lot of pledges I might have to go further, even all the way." 

Silas smiled. "Don't worry, my dear, I don't think that will happen. We will attempt to set the levels high enough so that you won't have to go all the way." Secretly, Silas knew that Betty would be going all the way if he had anything to do with it, and if things went to plan, maybe even further.

Betty had been a prize catch for SCRTV. She had been the Plainsville High School beauty queen and had gained more fame when she was also an entry in the local heats of the Miss World contest. She had been highly placed but had not won the national heats. The publicity had done her no harm.

Of course she was an extremely attractive young lady. With long blond hair and magnificent 38dd breasts always enticingly displayed above the low scooped necklines she wore, she caused every hot blooded male who met her to stare. Along with her slim waist, shapely hips, and those long, long legs, she was every man's image of the perfect woman. During her high school days, she had never been short of male company. When she left high school, she had applied for a position at SCRTV. Silas had no hesitation in employing her. She had soon proved to be an asset as a hard and willing worker for the station, and when she had tried out for a news anchor position, the viewers had voted for her in droves. 

She had proved popular with the viewers, especially the male viewers, although she was not deemed as capable to handle the main news. She was used to deliver the human interest and the lighter news stories. Jake Elway had tried on a couple of occasions to lure the attractive anchor woman away from SRC, but he had always been foiled by Silas offering her a higher salary to stay were she was. 

Advertising for the stunt which was to take place on the following Friday was quickly organized by the promotion staff. Items were inserted in all the news programs and Betty was called in by the art department for a photo shoot. Soon pictures of her attired in some brief but attractive undies were distributed around town. Help us raise money for needy children by undressing Betty Driver on SRCTV, the colorful handouts were headed. They caused an immediate reaction. The switch board at SRCTV was flooded with calls for more information. 

On Wednesday, two days prior to the stunt, Silas met up with Morgan Grainger to discuss plans for the evening. He slid a sheet of paper across to Morgan. "It's a good job we didn't set the levels earlier, or that poor girl would have been totally naked by seven o'clock," he said with a smile. The idea of the levels was that a scale would be set and when certain points on the scale were reached by pledges of money from viewers, Betty would, at the start of her broadcast, have to remove another article of clothing. This was to be done at the start because doing it as an opening item meant that she would be displayed on screen to the viewers for the full five minutes of the broadcast. 

Another extra fund raiser was that her discarded clothing would be given as a prize for the person to pledge the highest amount of money during each hour. Then there was the special show that Silas was arranging through a friend in the business, a special show to be transmitted on pay TV after midnight. Silas looked across at Morgan. "Have you spoken to her about the special show yet?" he asked. 

Morgan shook his head. "No, but I'm taking her out after our meeting. I will put it to her then, but what if she refuses to go along with the plan?" 

Silas looked across at Morgan and reached into his briefcase and pulled out a video cassette. "Just show her this," he said, passing the tape to Morgan. He looked at the title: 'The Cheerleader does the First Eleven.' It was a cheaply produced video, one of a kind made by one of the many small independent video companies. 

"What's this got to do with Betty?" Morgan asked. 

Silas smiled at him. "Just watch it when you get home. You will see our Betty was a star before she joined us. Just show her the tape, and if she refuses to do the special show, tell her we will show the video on the normal channel instead."

Betty was waiting for Morgan in reception after his meeting with Silas. She smiled a greeting. Morgan looked her up and down. She looked wonderful. Could she really be the girl in the video that Silas had given him? Maybe he would find out later, but now he had more interesting things to do. Betty was wearing an interesting little black number, with narrow shoulder straps. It was as usual low cut, and showed an attractive display of her deep cleavage. The dress was knee length and well fitted to show off her figure. He also noticed much to his delight that her shapely legs were incased in dark stockings and high heels. 

His car was waiting outside the door and as he assisted her in, he was delighted to be offered a fleeting display of her exciting nylon clad thighs. It was only a short drive to the French restaurant he had selected for tonight's meal. Betty was an interesting and amusing companion, and the evening went very well. The meal was as usual superb and between them, they consumed over two bottles of wine. Morgan made sure that Betty's glass was always well filled. 

She stumbled slightly and clung on to Morgan's arm as they left the restaurant. In the car, she only made a token gesture to stop him when he placed his hand on her knee. Before they had reached his place, she was snuggled up against him and he was gently stroking the smooth velvety skin of her thigh above the top of her hold ups.

She continued to cling to him as he escorted her into the foyer of his apartment where the uniformed concierge smiled at Morgan as he pressed the button for the elevator. Once in the apartment, he allowed her to flop down onto the sofa while he adjusted the lighting and poured out some drinks, not that Betty needed any more. She was well on her way to being drunk.

Morgan joined her on the sofa. He smiled at her as he pulled her towards him and their lips met in a long tender kiss. Betty opened her mouth wide and enjoyed the sensation as he explored her with his tongue. She stiffened slightly as she felt him begin to ease the zip of her dress down. She didn't usually go for sex on the first date but tonight she felt a sudden uncontrollable urge that she wanted to please the good looking guy who was about to seduce her.

He sat up and eased her away from him as he slipped down her shoulder straps and uncovered her lacy black bra that held her magnificent breasts. She groaned as her ran his hands over her breasts. He could feel that her nipples were already hard. Ever since Betty had joined SRC, he had wanted to get his hands on these beauties, and now they were his. He didn't want to rush things with her. He wanted this moment to last forever, but she was now a willing participant in his plans. She eased herself up off the sofa when he pushed her dress down over her hips and allowed him to slip it down her legs.

Now he could see that her brief panties matched her bra. Her stomach was flat and firm and his eyes were attracted to the pronounced protrudence of her mons pubis. He ran his hands along her legs and stroked her body. She clung to him urgently. Now it was time to reveal the first of his prizes. He reached around her and expertly undid the clasp of her bra. There was only a slight movement from her breasts as the skimpy garment fell loose, now held in place only by the thin shoulders straps. He slipped the straps from her shoulders and at last exposed her magnificent breasts. They were more beautiful than he had ever imagined; firm creamy mounds the size of a cantaloupe melon. Her darker areolas were about two inches across and at the centres were the dark hard buds of her protruding nipples. 

He could not resist the urge to lean forward and take one of her nipples into his mouth. Betty groaned as he sucked the hard bud between his lips, running his tongue teasingly over the end. At the same time, he gently caressed the other one in his hand, slowly twisting the nipple between his thumb and finger.

He took his mouth from her breast and looked down at the attractive woman lying on the sofa, clad only in her brief panties, her long legs still sheathed in the dark holdups with attractive lacy tops. Now was the moment to reveal at last her treasure. He moved away from her and kneeled up on the sofa. Then he lifted her legs up and he placed one on either side of him. He leaned over her and kissed her on the lips. Slowly he ran his hands down her body until he encountered the waistband of her panties. He hooked his fingers in them and drew them off. Betty raised her legs allowing him to easily remove them completely.

He looked down at the delightful sight before him. The pouting lips of her totally shaven pussy were now revealed. Her legs being spread slightly open allowed the outer labia to be parted exposing the wet pinkness of her inner labia. Betty lay there waiting for him to make his move. 

She closed her eyes as she felt his head go down between her thighs. Then his mouth was on her and his searching tongue was exploring the sweet wetness of her passage. She gripped his head and pushed him against her, now wanting to feel him. She could feel herself lubricating wildly and he sucked up her flowing juices as his tongue did exciting things pressing against her G spot and flicking over her already engorged clit.

Now she wanted him, now she wanted to feel him inside her. She lifted up. His face, mouth and chin were slicked with her juices. "Please fuck me now!" she implored him. "I need to be fucked so desperately. Please, Morgan, please!"

Morgan was never one to turn down the request of a lady, especially a lady in such desperate need. She struggled to help him as he undid his belt and pushed down his trousers releasing eight inches of rock hard flesh. Betty took it and ran her hands along it. She groaned. He was big, so big she could not close her fingers around him. 

Morgan eased himself into position between her open legs. She urgently rubbed the head of his cock over her wet pussy lips before positioning it for entry, and then, with a cry, he was inside her. She screamed out as he penetrated her deeply. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her, now wanting to experience every inch of his wonderful cock.

They fucked like two dogs on a mission, each one wanting to extract the most pleasure out of the other's body. When they finally came, it was almost simultaneous. Stars collided and cymbals crashed as they clung together, their sweating bodies pressed tightly against one another.

At last their passion subsided and they rolled apart. Morgan kissed her gently. She smiled at him. "That was so wonderful," she said, responding to his kisses. "I have never experienced such intense pleasure." 

He smiled at her. "Yes," he said with a slight grin, "that really was certainly something else."

They rested for a while gently caressing each other's bodies and then he took her again. This time their love making was more gentle, and longer lasting. Betty experienced several orgasms before Morgan again released his juices into her and they dozed together in each other's arms.

Morgan released himself from the sleeping girl's body. His clothes were crumpled and messed up. 

He made his way to the bathroom where he showered and then changed into fresh clothes. He returned to the lounge to find Betty still asleep. He looked down at her naked body. It was a little messed up from their lovemaking, but it was still an incredible sight. He thought about Friday. Yes, he thought as he looked down at her, the viewers were certainly going to get their money's worth. 

He decided not to wake her at this moment. She looked so peaceful sleeping, so he went through to the bedroom and found a spare duvet with which he brought back and reluctantly covered her. Then he poured himself a drink. He knew he hadn't spoken to her about the pay TV spot, but that would do in the morning.

He went to bed and slept soundly. He was exhausted. He was awakened in the morning by Betty coming into his room wrapped in the duvet, to find the bathroom. She smiled at him. "Thanks for letting me sleep over," she said. Then she disappeared into the bathroom and he heard the shower running. About fifteen minutes or so later, she came out looking pink and refreshed and wrapped in a large white towel. 

She came over and sat on his bed. "I had a lovely night last night," she said. "I want to thank you." She leaned over and kissed him. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her towards him. She was still damp and warm from the shower. 

"I think we both had a lovely night," he said with a smile. 

He suddenly had the urge to loosen her towel. She did not object as it fell from her body and she was revealed to him once again in all her naked beauty. He turned back the bedcovers and she accepted his invitation and crept in beside him. Soon they were tightly clasped in each other's arms, their naked bodies pressing together. 

He took her again, this time gently like the last time. Their lovemaking was sensuous and satisfying, and afterwards they lay together in each other's arms. "How are you feeling about Friday?" he suddenly asked her. 

She turned to him and smiled. "A little nervous, but in a way, I'm looking forward to it, raising all that money for the children." 

Morgan nodded. "It looks like being a big event. We have already so many pledges, and that's what I want to talk to you about." She looked at him slightly puzzled. "You know we said we would set the levels high," he said, "so that you might not have to go all the way. Well, the response has been far greater than we expected and it would unrealistic to set them any higher." He stopped and looked at her, pleased when she smiled at last. 

"So that means that the viewers are going to see everything?" He nodded. She cuddled up to him. "Well, I suppose it could be worse. At least it's for a good cause." 

He knew he was going to have to say something to her about the special pay TV show. He looked at her. "I'm afraid it does get worse, Betty," he said. "Before I start, I want you to know that I personally have nothing to do with what I am going to tell you about." 

She pushed him away. "What is it, Morgan, what could be worse than having to strip myself naked on TV?" 

He looked at her. He could see she was trembling. "It's Silas. He discovered a video, a video he said you made while you were in high school." 

Suddenly there was a look of horror on her face. "Not the cheerleader video?" she exclaimed. Morgan nodded. She buried her head in her hands. "I thought all the copies of that had been destroyed," she wailed. "What does the old bastard intend to do with it, show it on prime time television?" 

Morgan put his arm around her. "Not if you do as he asks of you," he said. 

She looked up at him. "Tell me, Morgan, tell me what he wants." He went on to explain about the pay TV show and she looked at him open mouthed but she said nothing until he had finished. 

"So he's not satisfied at everyone seeing me naked, he wants them to see me get fucked as well. Well, tell him he can get fucked, I won't do it and I won't do the Friday night show, either. Let him explain that to the viewers."

Morgan understood where she was coming from but he knew Silas better. "He won't let you get away with it. He can get someone else to do the Friday night show, although maybe not the draw that you would be, and he also said that if that were the case, he would put out a news item that because of the disappointment you had caused he would show your video on one of our normal channels as a form of compensation." 

"Could he do that? It's pornographic!" she stated. 

"He might. He could get some of the worst scenes edited out, and he could probably get away with it this once."

Betty knew she was trapped. Whatever she did, it was not going to be good for her. At least if she gave in to Silas she might have some control over the situation. "Will you help me, Morgan?" she asked. 

He nodded. "I will do all that I can to make things as easy as possible," he said, but he knew deep down that his hands were tied. He was very fond of the girl but he could not afford to lose his job over her.

He drove her home and told her that he would see her later at the studio when she came in to do her news items. As soon as she had left him, he rang Silas and told him that he had sorted everything, that she wasn't too happy, but after some persuasion, she had finally agreed to go ahead. 

"With everything?" Silas asked. 

"Yes, with everything," Morgan replied.

That evening Morgan had arrived at the studio for another meeting with Silas just to finalize all the arrangements for tomorrow. He watched Betty for a while doing her bit on the eight o'clock news. She looked relaxed. She smiled at him through the glass as she came off. Poor kid, he thought, as he watched her chatting to the crew. She had no idea what she was in for tomorrow.




The Story of Betty Driver



The meeting with Silas went well. Everything seemed to be in place. The telephone company was coming in early tomorrow to put in more lines and Silas had sorted things out with the set construction department to fix up something nice for the pay TV show. 


"I think that's everything, Morgan," Silas said as he drew the meeting to a close. "Have you any problems?" 

Morgan looked at Silas. "Who's doing the honors with Betty in the pay TV show?" he asked. 

Silas smiled. "I have managed to get the services of Jude Long," he said. 

Morgan stared at him. "Jude Long, the porno star?" 

Silas nodded. "Yes, quite a scoop isn't it?" Morgan nodded. Not only was she going to get fucked in public but she was going to get fucked by the biggest cock in the porno world.

It had been hell at the SCRTV all day, what with the telephone people in and the crew getting the studio ready for tonight's show. As well as Betty's spot, there were other attractions for the viewers, including local talent and personalities. There would also be a small studio audience.

With Silas's usual efficiency and eye for detail, everything was ready for five o'clock, and the twenty or so people in the studio audience were allowed in and served drinks. The phones lines were also opened at five o'clock and immediately all the lines were flashing.

At five thirty, Katherine Wilkins, the head anchorwoman, opened the show and explained to the viewers how it would run. She explained to them how to make their pledges and what the levels were. She said that Betty would be starting her spot on the six o'clock show. 

By six o'clock the first level had been reached and when Betty came on, she smiled at the camera before sitting down on a stool and removing her shoes. Then she picked up her clip board and announced the first winner of her shoes. 

The seven o'clock spot came up. By this time, the pledges had exceeded the level by over £250. Betty smiled as she slipped out of her tailored jacket. She announced the lucky winner, a Mr. Jack Allison.

At eight o'clock, the total stood at £5175, just above the required level. Betty sat on the stool, slowly eased up her skirt, and pealed off her stockings one by one. She dropped them into an envelope. She looked at her clip board. "I hope you are watching, Mr. Barry Watson of 124 Smithson street," she said with a smile. "We will post your prize on to you first thing tomorrow morning."

The evening entertainment was going well in the studio. The telephone lines were busy when Silas and Morgan arrived and went through to the control room. Betty and Katherine sat in the corner having coffee and muffins between spots. 

Silas called Betty over. He told her that she would now be expected to stay on set all evening, and that she was not to put any thing on between her spots as a camera would be on her the whole time and they would be cutting to shots of her during the night. She didn't argue with him, there seemed no point.

Nine o'clock arrived and now the real revelations were about to start with the removal of her blouse. As she slipped out of it, she thought about the thousands of people out there who would be watching her as she revealed her magnificent breasts encased in a red lacy bra. 

The sight of her breasts on their screens, even though they were still covered, brought an immediate burst of telephone pledges.

As she sat there awaiting her ten o'clock spot, she began to notice the people in the studio watching her. She began to feel excited. If she were feeling like that already, what was it going to be like when she was down to her panties or even less?

Morgan left the control room and took a walk to his office. He needed a strong drink and he knew there was a bottle of scotch in his drawer. As he returned, he passed the room where the crew had set up for the pay TV show. He looked in where two cameramen were just setting their lights up. They nodded to him as he came in. "Looks as though everything is going well out there," they said. He nodded. 

He saw them looking through the glass windows into the studio where Betty was just slipping out of her skirt at the start of the ten o'clock spot and displaying her brief matching red panties to the cameramen. One of the guys nodded in her direction. "Is that the bird that's going to get fucked in here by Jude Long on the pay TV special?" Morgan nodded. "Fucking hell," he said, turning to his companion, "that's going to be one interesting show." 

At a quarter to eleven one of the staff brought this well built good looking guy into the control room. Silas smiled at him. "Nice to see you again." He stood up and shook his hand. He turned to Morgan, "I don't know if you have met but this is Jude Long," he said. Morgan reached out and took the guy's hand. 

The guy gripped him tightly. "Pleased to meet you," he said. 

Jude took a seat beside Silas who pointed out Betty to him, not that you could miss her at the moment as she sat there in her brief red underwear. Morgan noticed Jude smile. He obviously liked what he saw. It was now approaching eleven o'clock and the pledges had reached well over the £35,000 level set for that hour. Silas was more than pleased as that had already smashed the amount set by his rival, JPLTV, and there was still an hour to go, and also the revenue from the pay TV show to count up. 

As the studio clock moved to eleven o'clock, Betty stood up and approached the front of the small stage. All around the studio Morgan could see that everyone was straining to get a look at the girl. As she reached for the clasp of her bra, Silas and the others watched with interest. The bra slipped undone and Betty held it to her breasts for a few seconds before she drew it away to expose her creamy globes topped with hard extended nipples. There was silence for a moment, then everyone applauded her. She waved her discarded bra at the camera and Morgan saw her breasts jiggle. He thought back to last night when he had sucked and fondled them. He felt his erection begin to grow at the thought. 

Betty knew she was now becoming seriously aroused as she sat there in just her brief panties, with her breasts openly displayed to everyone. She kept seeing the red light on the camera that was focused on her wink on, and she knew her nakedness was being displayed on thousands of TVs across the county. She wanted to touch herself, to caress her breasts, to squeeze her nipples, to run her hand down inside her panties and bury her fingers in her hot pussy that she knew was beginning to overflow with her juices.

She watched as the studio clock crept agonizingly slow around to twelve o'clock. When it at last reached the midnight hour, she could remove the last item of clothing, her now damp panties, and reveal to everyone the most intimate details of her body. The thought of what was to happen after that no longer bothered her. She now needed to feel a man inside her-- she needed that desperately. She had noticed the good looking hunk sitting in the control room with Silas and Morton. Was he the guy who was to publicly fuck her? She did hope so.

It was quarter to twelve. Katherine began to wind the show down. She informed the viewers that they had reached their target and passed it by an overwhelming amount. She thanked everyone who had phoned in a pledge. She told the lucky winners of Betty's discarded clothes that they would be in the post to them tomorrow. She thanked the audience for their support during the evening and also the artists and amateur talent who had given their time for free to appeared on the show. "All I have to do now is to hand you over to a very brave girl, our own Betty Driver." Betty stood up and walked over towards where Katherine was standing in front of the camera. The studio audience stood and applauded her, and watched with awe as her firm naked breasts moved only slightly with the movement of her body. 

"I will now leave Betty to close the show," Katherine said as she stepped back and the studio lights dimmed and Betty stood there bathed in a bright spotlight. She smiled at the audience for a moment. They were silent as she slowly hooked her fingers in the waistband of her brief panties. Slowly they descended, only sticking for a moment on the moisture coming from her oozing pussy. 

Then she was naked.The cameraman facing Betty was already sweating profusely when the voice of Silas came through his headphone. "Close up of her pussy, get in close!" He pressed the zoom button and the camera focused in until her shaven pussy filled the screen. He knew that at this distance the moisture he could see leaking from her pussy could clearly be seen by everybody watching. "Keep it there!" the voice said, "until the black out." The lights in the studio began to fade and everyone in the place began to applaud, not only the audience but also the crew as well. They knew she had done a good job for them.

Betty turned and walked from in front of the camera. She had to remain naked as all her clothes had been given away. She strode into the control room. Silas looked up at the naked girl. There was a sheen of perspiration all over her body. "You did a great job," he said. 

She looked at him scornfully, then she turned to the good looking guy by his side. "Are you the guy who's going to fuck me?" she asked. He looked at her a little surprised by her forwardness, but nodded his head, She reached over and grabbed his hand. "Well, let's get too it. After that I need a good fucking,"

He followed her obediently around to the small studio that had been set up for them, to the surprise of the two cameramen, who quickly grabbed their portable cameras. Betty threw herself onto the large bed. She spread her legs wide presenting them with her gaping wet pussy. 

She slowly ran both her hands down it, spreading the outer labia wide. "Get yourself in here, big boy," she said. Jude was watching her display as he stood at the side of the bed struggling out of his clothes. At last he too was naked. Then he joined her on the bed, his renowned cock, all twelve inches of it, standing proud. As he knelt between her open legs, she looked at his monster and slowly licked her lips. "Fuck me, you bastard," she said, "fuck me like I've never been fucked before." Jude obliged and Betty screamed as he thrust himself into her streaming wet hole. 

Thank you for reading my story. Please feel free to write to me with your comments. I love to hear from my readers. 



The Story of  Billy Martin



(For those of you who like happy endings, this ain't it.  For those of you who want to read about sex, there is some, but it's not erotic, at least not to me.)

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I knew Billy Martin about all of my life, we went to first grade together and graduated from high school together.

I can't even say we were friends, in fact I never even noticed him, not really until about our freshman year in high school. 

Not even then, it was more of a case of me being his friend rather than the reverse.

I was always fairly physical, having grown up on a big farm which meant work, labor.  So my body got used, I was taller than most and lean, muscular.

I was fairly mild mannered most of the time, but not one to stand for very much crap which of course we had some classmates that loved to dish it out.

Which meant the few assholes that liked to mess with the weaker kids pretty much left me alone, and the two or three that didn't discovered rather quickly that they should have.

One big kid named Sam Mabe got to pushing on me by the lockers one day, I told him to knock it off and he laughed, giving me another push.

I clobbered him and the brawl was on, by the time the teachers got there to break it up Sam was down and bloody, I was still standing there, waiting to see if he wanted any more.

He didn't.

That was maybe the first time I noticed little Billy Martin, he was standing there in the crowd gathered around watching with an expression of sheer pleasure on his face, his tongue sticking out.

Sam I guess spent a lot of time picking on poor Billy.

That expression?  It was one of complete joy at seeing Sam get his lumps.  With maturity, perhaps that might have been a warning about Billy, but I was young myself.

Billy lived in town, his dad worked in the mill on shift work.  Since his mom was long gone somewhere, evenings he was left to his own devices from about age 10 or so.

I never did know the truth of all of that and never asked.

Soft looking and on the whining side, I didn't really care for Billy, it was more of a case of tolerating him when he was around.

In our school we also had the main class bully, every class has one of those I think.  Big, bigger than me, bigger than everyone, his name was Jimmy White.

Even worse, he had two upper classmate brothers that were even bigger, although by then they had some maturity and left people mostly alone.

One day I was in town and found Billy hiding when I sneaked into an alley to smoke a cigarette that I wasn't supposed to.

By then my dad had me driving the Farmall tractor, I got to take it to town, 8 miles away at 8 miles per hour.  It was my job to fill the tractor with fuel, and all of the five gallon jeep cans in the trailor.

Dad insisted I leave the big machine in 4th gear, of course as soon as I was out of sight I put her in road gear which meant 15 miles per hour.  The machine was spooky to drive at that speed since the tricycle type front wheels wobbled but I managed, and it gave me some free time in town to look at girls and things like that.

Those trips were almost like a vacation from the farm, there was always something to do there, something to fix, it never ended.

Even pitch dark often gave no respite, dad had a lantern.

I had a quarter in my pocket that day so I bought a pack of smokes.  The guy at the store didn't give a damn how old I was.  My dad didn't care but my mom would have whipped my butt for smoking so the only time I ever did that was in town.

If you ever saw my mom you would understand, that woman would grab a 100 pound hay bale and pitch it up onto our flatbed 1936 two and a half ton truck with ease.

Farm people are different than city folks, that is a fact.

+++

"What are you doing back here, Billy?"  I asked him. He looked like he wanted to run.

"Nothing."  He said, but he was whimpering.

"What the hell is wrong?"  I asked.

"Jimmy is looking for me, he wants to beat me up."  He finally admitted.

"Jimmy White?  Why don't you just smack him in the nose?"  I said.  

Jimmy didn't pick on me at all because he knew that was exactly what I would do to him.

"I can't, he is too big."  Billy wailed.

I knew Jimmy White very well, sure he was big but I never saw him in an actual fight.  All it had taken for me to back him down was a stony look when he had tried bullying me back in sixth grade.

We stared at each other for several long seconds, he did his best to look as mean as possible but then he blinked.

"Ain't worth it."  He had growled and then he wandered off.

"Jimmy is just a bully, stand up to him and he doesn't know what to do.  Then he will leave you alone."  I told him, taking a puff off my smoke and then coughing.

I didn't really like smoking very much, it just looked cool, I guess.

"But I don't know what to do."  Billy wailed.

"Look, hit him in the nose, the head, the arms.  Hit him in the belly, the nuts.  Kick him, bite him, scratch him, just throw everything you can as fast as you can and don't stop until he gives up!"

OK.  Jimmy was pretty big and Billy pretty small, so I wasn't real sure that would  work.  But what the hell, it wasn't my hide anyway.

I must have sounded confident, because Billy puffed himself up to his full 125 pounds and down the alley he went, me right behind because this looked to be a real good show.

We didn't get far, Jimmy came out of the cafe called the Canteen that everyone hung out in, his scrawny girl friend Sharon and two smaller kids in tow.

Billy walked right up to him, hell, he didn't even look scared.  I sort of held back, out of the way, looking up and down the street real quick for the town cop.

I was still puffing on my smoke and if the cop saw that I would catch some shit about it.

"What do you want, you little turd?" Jimmy growled.

"I want to tell you to quit picking on me!"  Billy was still as puffed up as he could get, it looked kind of funny.

"Get out of my way, shit for brains!"  Jimmy told him, reaching out to give him a shove.

Billy swung a crazy wild swing, it started way behind him and came around in a big circle.  I think it surprised Jimmy because he had enough time for his mouth to drop open but that was it.

Billy's fist hit Jimmy smack dab in the nose, blood came flying out almost instantly.  Then Billy just stood there, surprised I guess that it actually landed.

And Jimmy grabbed his nose, started bawling.

That was it. The two members of Jimmy's budding gang looked at him in shock, the smallest kid in our class had just clocked their hero.

+++

Man, talk about the stories!  By the time they got back to me it was a knock down drag out fight, near as I could tell it went on for two hours, with Billy finally managing to wear Jimmy down, making him give in the end.

That was funny, and there was no point in me telling anyone the truth, they didn't believe me.

But Jimmy was no longer a bully. 

Now Billy was instead.

And he acted like I was his fucking hero, and his very best friend. No matter what I did, he was always close by.

He never really tried to pick on me, maybe respect, I don't know.  I would have whipped his ass if he did.

But he sure did get into a lot of fights, and he even got pretty good at that.  At first his technique was to attack flailing wildly, but  he got clipped a few times so he learned to duck, pick his shots. 

Early on he got whipped but after healing up he just went back and took them on again until he won.

I remember one guy named George Reeves, it took Billy five tries.  Hell, I would not have relished the idea of tackling George myself, he was big and on the wrestling team.

Billy didn't wrestle, he hit, bit, scratched and clawed, used his elbows, his knees, his feet and he just would not give up unless he could not get up.

I seemed like every single day he was in the Principal's office but they never did anything to him, not really.  I think even the Principal was a little bit scared of Billy by then.

Everybody went out around him in the halls, Billy had turned into one mean little shit.

Except for me.

I was stuck with him, his fucking bud.

+++

Which brings us to what happened.

That girl that Jimmy White was with that night?  I dated her years later when her figure went from a broomstick to something else entirely.

Sharon and I even lost our virginity together in the back seat of my 1962 Chevrolet Biscayne, at least that was what I told her. 

It was a neat car but cheap, six banger engine and three speed on the column.

I sold my little Jersey cow and her calf for the money to make the down payment, I was proud of that car, it was brand new.

Sharon and I married two years later.

Regular as clockwork, Billy dropped by our place, sometimes with a girl, sometimes not.

With his new found cocky attitude and confidence, he never had any trouble at all getting dates, it was almost like he had them standing in line, waiting and hoping.

That part threw me, now grown he was about 5'6" and maybe 150 pounds or so.

He would drag them by the house to show them off to me, that was obvious.  Almost like he was looking for some kind of approval?  A few of them were really nasty looking things, too.

He always brought beer, a few times we went fishing together, to parties, all the usual stuff.

He also spent the night on our couch a lot, we didn't mind that too much, sometimes he was with his squeeze of the moment. 

Once I got up to use the bathroom, and heard them in there.  We had a night light, so curious, I peeked around the corner.

Billy was hosing the woman he had brought over, she had big floppy tits and they were really going to town.  As I watched, he pulled out and fired one off all over her belly.

Billy was hung like a fucking Bull Moose!

From my vantage point in our darkened hallway I got a pretty good look at the gal he was with.  I  didn't get to see her snatch, not really, but I could see the wad of pubic hair and her tits with their big black nipples.

Then she sat up on our couch, leaned forward and began to suck on Billy's rod.  How she got the thing in her mouth I don't know but she did.

I only watched them for maybe 15 minutes, not wanting to invade their privacy or anything.

A few minutes later after I slipped back down our hallway, Sharon woke up surprised to find me lapping away between her legs.


Hell, we had been married for about four years by that time and we really didn't do things like that much, not at three in the morning.

"Man, you guys sounded like you had fun last night!"  Billy quipped when I came out the next morning.

He was perched in my chair, he did that quite a bit but always got up when he saw me coming.

Sharon turned bright red at his wisecrack, I just laughed.  Sharon did have a tendency to be noisy.

Billy looked at Sharon very closely, she had her housecoat on so it wasn't that.  I wasn't quite sure what that look was, that was the first time I ever noticed him looking her up and down like that.

Then Billy looked up at me, I was standing there expectantly waiting for him to get out of my chair.

He finally did.  That was nothing, except it was almost like a challenge?

+++

A couple of weeks later, Billy showed up with a projector he had bought.  It was a huge thing, a big reel of tape went from one roll onto another past a light, which showed moving pictures on a white screen he put up.

That was actually kind of neat.

Sharon and I sat with Billy and his latest girlfriend and watched the tape.  It was a porn tape of course, in grainy black and white, but all it showed was bare breasts.  Then when they got to the sex part which took about one minute, it only showed them from the waist up.

Really tame stuff, but man was that hot in those days.

"I can't believe they allow people to make movies like that."  Sharon whispered to me that night in bed.  But she was also doing some abnormal grabbing at me so I knew it had affected her.

"Billy was telling me he knew where he could get some really good ones."  I told her.

"Really?  Aren't they against the law?"  She asked.

"Probably, but Billy doesn't give a shit about that part."

It became a fairly regular event, the next films Billy found were in color, it showed men with erections and female pubic hair, some of them even had pretty good beaver shots in them.  At first when some actor's over sized cock was on the screen, Sharon would bury her face in my shoulder, blushing.

But in time, she got over that part.

The films got better, or worse depending on someone's point of view.  I remember vividly the first one that showed a couple actually fuck, complete with closeups.

Sharon let out a gasp, then fell silent as Billy grinned at her.

Hell, it was hot, and got me hard as a rock too.

Sharon and I ended up in bed way early that night, and it was almost a competition to see who made the most noise, us or them.

I guess I have to say that both Sharon and I began to look forward to Billy showing up once or twice a week with his movies.

Then one evening I heard Billy's ratty old Dodge coming up our driveway just as Sharon and I were doing the dishes from our evening meal.

This time he came by himself, and I knew something was up by the shit eating grin he had on his face.

After some beers and talking, he asked if we wanted to see his latest movie.

"Sure, why not?"  I told him.  Sharon was in the bedroom putting away some laundry so I called her to come and watch the flick.

This one started out completely different, it began with just the lower part of a man's body, his hand busy stroking a very large erection.

That part when on for a long time, we had never seen a masturbation film before.

Most up until then were pretty straight forward, people undressing and screwing was about it.

Sharon was staring, I glanced at her several times and so did Billy with a smirk.  The guy's tool was sure as hell way bigger then mine.

Then the shot panned upwards for a moment and it hit me.

It was Billy on the screen, he stood up from the couch, still jacking off.  The big knob of the end of his dick actually filled the screen.

It was so close we could see the slit on the end of the guy's pecker actually open and close with each stroke. 

Then suddenly a blast shot out, it hit the lens and made it blurry.

"Oh, my God!"  Sharon said.

"How do you guys like that one?  I knew I could make a better movie than this shit we can buy, so I bought a camera."  Billy  grinned.

"Jesus, Billy!  It's one thing to look at porno actors, but that was you!"  I said, almost in disbelief.

"What's the difference?  Once I find someone to run the camera, I want to make some movies and sell them.  I bet I can make a lot of money."

"Who are you going to get to do that?"  I asked, already having a pretty good idea of what he intended.

"Why not you, I can give you a cut of the profits.  Hell, you could even star in some of them, you would like that, wouldn't you?"

He gave Sharon that same silly grin again, she blushed right on cue.

"No way in hell!"  I said.

"Hey, I don't want to have to hire stars, they ain't real.  Anybody can do that, I want to do real life shit."  He said.

"Billy, we are not going to let you film us having sex."  I told him.

"Why not?  I have heard you guys, I bet it would be great!"

"She is my wife, I don't want everybody and their Dog looking at her!"  I was beginning to get a little bit pissed off at him now.

"Hell, you need to lighten up a little.  It's no big deal, women are for fucking.  Besides, I bet she has had one in her before, and I know you have had a couple."  He told me.

He turned his back and started putting away the recorder just in time to keep from getting belted one.

"Sharon hasn't..."  I started to protest. 

"Well, she has at least let a few guys feel her up, and I know you got laid by Margaret."

He was right about that, Margaret was my first time, I hadn't even thought about that for ages, it was just one of those one night things in a car.  Hell, I was dating lots of girls for awhile there, Margaret was the only one to let it go that far.

In fact, she sort of encouraged that. 

I was not real proud of that, Margaret was homely as a mud fence, but that was the very first real pussy I ever saw or touched, what was I supposed to do?

Of course Margaret was a member of Sharon's local lady's  club, they got together about once or twice a month for God knows what.

Billy could have gone the entire rest of his life without popping off with that one.

"How in the hell do you...?"  I began, taking care to not look at Sharon.

"She told me all about it when she was trying to figure out how to get me inside of her."  Billy said flatly.

Then he smirked again.

"She said you was the one that ruined her."  He grinned.

"You and I are just about ready to get it on here, asshole."  I told him.

"Uh huh."  Billy just laughed at me, then looked me up and down, which made me fume even more.

That began a series of angry comments back and forth and it came very close to blows.

Finally we got him out of there without anyone losing any hide, and I went to bed pissed off.

"Fuck you, asshole!  You can't talk to ME like that!"  Were the last words out of his mouth.

Anyone else on the planet Billy would have just waded into, but not me.  Maybe still some trace of the early days respect in there, I am not sure.

Sharon didn't have much to say either later, she was strangely very quiet.  I was caught cold, just like a mouse in a trap with peanut butter on it.

My ears were also burning with the statement about her having been "felt up."  I had been reasonably sure that I was the only person to have ever touched her at all.  

But I knew enough to keep my mouth shut about that since Sharon now knew I had slept with Margaret who she saw around town regular as clockwork.

One of her friends.

Well, not sleep, it was in the back seat of a 1956 Desoto I had at the time. That was her idea, I had her panties down to her knees by then and we were running out of room, the steering wheel seemed to be three feet across.

Sharon now knowing about that was not a good thing.

We both had a somewhat restless night.

Billy was smart enough to stay away for several weeks.

+++

"Billy called today."  Sharon told me when I got home from my shift at work.

"What did he want?"  I asked.  That was a surprise, we hadn't seen him for about a month.

"He wanted to know if you changed your mind, he says he has a script all done."

"I don't want to film Billy having sex."  I said.

"That's not it, he still wants us to be the stars."  She fucking giggled when she said that.

"I suppose you want to, since you liked letting guys feel you up back in school."  I put that in there out of sheer meanness, still aggravated about it.

It was a mistake.

Sharon stared at me, turned and went into the bedroom, slamming the door.

I sighed, grabbed a brew out of the fridge and went into the living room.

Later I made a sandwich since Sharon didn't fix any dinner.  When I did slip into bed, she seemed to be sound asleep.

When I got home from work the next day, things looked to be normal, Sharon was busy with a meat loaf which I could smell the moment I walked in.

Later, I grabbed the newspaper to relax and she came in and sat in her chair next to mine.

"Honey, we need to talk.  I don't want us to have any secrets, OK?"  She said after several long seconds.

"OK."  I put down my paper.

"How many women have you...you know?  Slept with?"  She asked.

"Just two.  You and way back with..well..you know now, Margaret.  That was just a one time thing is all."

That was the truth, too, except for the time Shelly Carlson let me feel her bare titties and then jacked me off in my old Dodge.  Shelly had great big cans on her, even with two hands I could not cover up one of them.




The Story of  Billy Martin



But her pussy was completely off limits, I could rub her through her panties but no touching underneath. 

She had no reservations about undoing my pants, though.  

I sort of didn't want to even mention that since Shelly Carlson was also in Sharon's lady's club and it wasn't just once, it was closer to 30 times one Summer right after high school. 

But her panties stayed super glued in place.

"OK.  I believe you.  You know perfectly well that you were my first, and you are the only one, too, right?"

Yea, I sort of knew that because I had to go buy seat covers for my 1962 Chevrolet Biscayne, there was no way to ever get the back seat clean after that.

"Way back when Jimmy and I were...he kissed me some and he even tried to...you know..but back then I didn't even have any...?"  Her hand came up and touched the front of her blouse.

"Tits?"  I busted up at that one.  Hell, Sharon couldn't have weighed 80 pounds back then.

"Then there was..Paul Miller."  She blushed.

"Paul Miller?"  Now that was a surprise, he was the resident athletic hero, always winning the high jump, on the football team at quarterback, no end to it.

One of the "special" kids.

In school we ignored each other.

"Paul was my junior prom date, and we parked and he kissed me.  Then he got his hands inside my bra."

"That's all?"  I asked.  It was something I didn't know, and that really was no big deal.

"Just one more."  Sharon was not looking at me now. In fact, she was looking down.

"OK.  Who?"

"Billy."

"Billy?  You are kidding me."

"No, I'm not.  It was the Summer after we graduated, we were all down at the beach and some of the guys had some beer.  Billy got me off to the side and he had his hands...you know."

"No, I don't know!  How fucking far did he get?"

"He tried to put his finger in but I stopped him."

"Jesus Christ!  I suppose you sucked his dick, right?"  I practically exploded at that.

"No!  No I did not!  I never even saw it until...he showed us his movie."  Sharon's voice trailed off. Then her eyes got damp.

"Hey, nothing to cry about, it's not that big of a deal.  Just growing up stuff."  I wrapped my arms around her, she snuggled up close to me.

One thing, I did not like Billy Martin any more.

+++

Maybe two months went by, no signs of Billy which was just fine with me.

Then comments started cropping up, in a small town like ours there are very few secrets.

Especially with a loud mouth like Billy Martin.

A couple of guys I knew told me that he had been spreading some shit, talking about how he and Sharon used to get it on.

I happened to know damn good and well that was a lie.

He was also yapping away about how he was going to whip my ass when he saw me, for "disrespecting" him.

After awhile, that crap got me pissed off.

So one day I was driving down the street and saw Billy's car parked at the Canteen.  The place was still there but had expanded, now there was a tavern in the rear with pool tables and things like that.

On impulse, I pulled in and parked.

I should have just driven right on down the street.

I had no idea at all what I was going to say or do, but like I said, I was pissed off at Billy.

Billy was well on his way, and he was in my face before the bartender could even serve me the beer I ordered.

"Leave me the fuck alone, Billy."  I told him.

"Yea?  What are you doing coming into MY turf, asshole?"

"Since when do YOU own this fucking place, shithead!"  I yelled at him.

"You just don't like it because I can fuck your old lady better than you can!"  Billy yelled that out loudly enough to make sure everyone in the place could hear it.

"Take that crap outside!"  The bartender yelled, before I could knock him on his ass for that.

"Coming?" Billy gave me a scornful look.

I went.

+++

They say that the guy that lands the first punch usually wins the fight.  I would like to say I did exactly that but when I threw it I hit air.

The half dozen short punches coming back at me made my head swim.

Things went just like that for a quite awhile, by then there must have been 20 people gathered around watching.

I did get some licks in but it wasn't having a hell of a lot of effect, Billy was damned fast.

I managed one uppercut to his belly that got me a rewarding gust of air and he backed off for a few seconds.

The he came right back at me like I knew he would, I had seen Billy in many fights.

It didn't help that the parking lot was gravel, I couldn't get my feet set well enough to take his head off with a punch, and I was getting clipped with short quick tags myself.

At one point I got my hand on his right wrist, clamped down.  Billy was fast, very fast, but no way was he even close to as strong as I was.  He did everything in his power to get loose but couldn't, my right fist was landing nicely as fast as I could swing.

He kept jumpong sideways every time I swung which took away most of the effect, so I took my own advice and started hitting his arms, his shoulders.

Any one of my blows would have cold cocked a normal man, but it was like Billy's fucking head was made of rubber, I just could not quite land squarely.

When he gave a kick at my balls I managed to shift and took that on my leg, but in the process I lost my balance.

He tripped me and was on top, pounding at me.  When I clipped him upside the head from flat on my back, he jammed his head forward.

I bit down on his ear, the first time in my life I ever did anything like that.  Billy jerked back and stood up, I was on my feet right with him.

Something rubbery was in my mouth, I spit it out just as I saw his hand come up to the side of his head, blood spurting.

That was the opening I needed, my fist connected squarely with the point of his jaw and down he went.

For a moment I thought I had killed him, but then he twitched and moaned.

I got into my car and went home.

Sharon took one look at me, went and got a pan of water, some towels and bandages.

She didn't have to ask, she knew.

+++

More stories, of course.  Someone had even had the time to run up the street to get the town cop but as soon as he realized who it was and what was going on, he wanted no part of it so he stood there and watched, too.

The papers even ran a story, calling it a drunken altercation which ended up with Billy Martin being hospitalized.  I guess they did try to sew the top portion of Billy's ear back on but it didn't work.

They did misspell my last name, I didn't care.

I just went about my business, refusing to even discuss it with anyone.

Billy of course kept right on with his bullshit, now it seemed I was his worst enemy in the world.

Several months passed and things seemed to have all settled down.  I did see Billy a few times but just driving by on the highway, without fail  he gave me the finger which I ignored.

Other than that, nothing, so I did my best to forget about it.

I did go buy a gun, a .45 caliber revolver, loaded it with hollow points. I fired it just one time, the thing kicked like a mule.

That scared the hell out of Sharon so I put it way in a drawer, left it there.

More months went by, things were actually rather peaceful around our house.  We seldom had any guests, mostly we kept to ourselves.

We were even talking about dispensing with the condoms and trying for a baby, the farm had a couple of good years so we had a few thousand dollars in the bank.

+++

All hell broke loose one evening. 

A light switch in our hallway made a sizzling noise and the light would not come on.

I knew that was a real good way to end up with a fire.

Glancing at my watch, it was 15 minutes to eight O'clock and I knew that the hardware store in town was open until eight.

I jumped into my car, now a 1967 Impala and headed down there, it was just four miles.

Sharon was sitting in her chair watching TV when I left.

I never noticed Billy's car but he had to have been watching.

It took me a few minutes to get the right switch since it was one that worked sideways instead of up and down, our house had started life as a mobile home and then been built onto.

Those older switches were rare.  Finally the clerk told me he thought he had some in a box in the back, he went back and sure enough, out he came with one.

"Sorry for keeping you late."  I told the clerk since it was now 20 minutes past eight.

As I made the turn for the quarter mile long drive up to our house, I saw a car parked there at the end of the driveway pulled off partially into some brush, but it didn't register, not really.

I was thinking about the light switch, and how I needed to shut off the main and have Sharon hold the flash light for me since it was dark outside.

I heard the screaming the moment I opened the car door, I ran up the steps and into the house.

Sharon was on her back on the floor, naked.  Her face was bloody, Billy Martin had his hand at her crotch, his fingers obviously buried inside of her. His other arm was across her throat, Sharon was hitting at him.

The living room looked like a tornado had hit it.

Billy came up off the floor at me, I saw his pants were undone but partly, the end of the belt flopping.

Everything was like it was in slow motion, I swing by instinct and missed.  Then I felt the bite at my side.  My hand came down and came back bloody, I saw Billy's hand go back and come at me again, that was when I saw the knife.

I grabbed the blade, twisting it away from me, feeling the edge slash my hand to the bone.

Backwards I went, down with a crash.  My fifty pounds advantage should have been enough, but Billy's face was crazy with rage.  I could smell the stink of booze, knew he had been drinking.

I was trying desperately to flail at the knife, I felt it bite into me again but it hit bone that time and didn't go deep. Already I was feeling my breath labor as one lung filled with blood.

Then there was an explosion, so loud my ears went numb.

Billy's body jerked, then sagged.  I shoved his weight off of me, got to my feet. The knife was still in his hand, I kicked it away with my foot.

Sharon had fallen backwards against the couch, her face was a mask of blood and shock.

By her hand was the .45 revolver I kept in a drawer, then one she did not want me to have because it frightened her.  

The recoil had knocked her backwards, she had never fired the weapon and had no way to know what to expect. Weighing barely 110 pounds, the recoil of the weapon was more than she could hold.

I had no idea at all that she even knew how to fire it.

I glanced at Billy, he was not moving.  From less than four feet away, Sharon had been accurate, the round hit him in the back and came out the right front side of his chest.

From what was left of the front side of his chest, the round had to have missed me by inches on the way through.

If she had known the bullet would go all the way through, she might not have fired, and I would likely have died.

Perhaps she would have, also.

She grabbed me and broke down into hysterics, all I could do was hold her.  Then she saw the blood coming from my mouth, reached for the phone and dialed.

I touched Billy's neck, no pulse.  I knew he was dead.

"Sharon, you need to get some clothes on."  I told her, then I could no longer stand.

+++

The police came quickly, State this time.  There were a lot of them. 

An ambulance arrived, men came in, that was all a blur.  As they worked on me, I glanced over Sharon's way as she lay there, men using towels to wipe up the blood, looking for wounds.  They did place a drape over her lower body after doing what appeared to be taking samples.

I wanted to go cover her nakedness, but no words would come out.

I looked at Billy, his body was now covered by a sheet.  I know my eyes got damp.

In the hospital, there was an operation to repair my punctured lung and sew up the slash on my rib cage, another huge wound on my left arm I had not even felt.

Sharon sat by my side every single day, all day, quietly.  

Then the day they let me go home, I looked down and saw the light switch still laying on the ground in our driveway where I had dropped it.

I picked it up and walked inside, did the repair.

It worked perfectly.

It was weeks before Sharon and I had a talk about what happened that night, since even a mention of it brought tears to her eyes.

Finally she managed to tell me, I already knew of course because she had told the police and I did read their report.

It was a few minutes after I had left when the door had slammed open, Billy walked over and grabbed her without a word.  She had fought him with all her might, at one point breaking free and grabbing a knife from our kitchen.

Billy hit her and took it away from her, then he hit her again.  She came to as he was tearing at her clothing, fought some more to try and stop him.  He managed to strip her naked, ripping some of her clothing in the process.

When he let go of her, stood to try and undo his pants, she had broken free and tried to get away from him again.  She was throwing everything she could get her hands on at him, but he was laughing and ducking.

Finally he had cornered her and dragged her down on the floor.  She was hitting at him when the door burst open as I arrived.

I held her in my arms as she cried.

110 pounds, yet she had managed to hold him off for nearly a half hour of terror.

+++

We sold the place and moved, the new house is nicer, too.  Even my new job pays more, but I do pause when I leave for work as Sharon sets all four of the dead bolt locks.

The looks from people in our small town were just too hard to take, lord knows what they thought, believed. I was hoping the 2000 miles we put between ourselves and our former lives would be enough, yet I am unsure if the world has a place far enough away.

My wife some days seems normal, others I can tell she has the visions of that day in her thoughts.

There were no charges filed, but there was quite a scandal in the papers after they searched Billy's apartment and found all of his tapes.

Quite a few of them featured some rather well known people from around our town.  I think they expected to find Sharon and I on some of them but of course they did not.

We were under suspicion for quite some time, the questions they asked repeatedly told me that.  I also had to tell them several times about the earlier fight.

But Billy had been an obvious intruder, my wounds and Sharon's showed that.

The rape kit of course showed she had not been, although it was clear she would have been had I been just minutes later.

Finally the detectives seemed satisfied and left us alone.

+++

I do feel a small amount of guilt when I think of that day, finding Billy Martin hiding in an alley.

Scared of Jimmy White and what he might do, not understanding that Jimmy White was just a big bully, nothing.

I encouraged him, it was my words that changed him from a frightened little boy into something else entirely.  Of course, what he turned into was just an extension of what he always was, I tell myself that.

I think sometimes I should have just left him there, frightened and alone in that alley.



The Story of C



It was just before 7-30pm on the Friday night when I arrived at the railway station to meet C, we had not met before and all that I had to guide me was an e-mailed photo which had shown her face but frankly Id been more concerned with studying the rest of her body which had been generously decorated with cum and had cocks inserted in her arse and pussy.

Fortunately she had obeyed my instructions about how she should dress to travel and being October there was only one woman in a short light summer dress which clearly revealed her lack of underwear. I approached her.

"You must be C" I said having already agreed that we would use no real names, I pointedly appraised her body with my eyes before looking at her face, "Come with me"

The car was waiting and Billy was at the wheel I followed her into the back seat where she found Pete already sat against the far window, as we drove of Pete lowered the straps of her dress exposing her tits as we drove through the busy city centre I raised the hem of her dress and examined the recently shaven pubic area. I could detect the enflamed area and leakage of spunk confirming that in accordance with my instructions she had been allowed her body to be used at least once on the way north.

In all this time she had not spoken and looking in her eyes I could see the nervous but excited apprehension of what awaited her this weekend Pete was openly mauling her right tit as we drove and I could see Billy giving repeated glances in the rear view mirror.

All too soon we arrived at the Travel Lodge where we had already booked in so we could take her straight to the room 

As soon as the door was closed I said "Right C bend over the dressing table" and gestured to Billy to take his place between her thighs his cock was already hard from the frustrating visual stimulation he had received in the car and in seconds he was impaled deep in her hot cunt his balls slapping at the backs of her thighs. For the first time she made a noise a sort of whimper building up in a crescendo to a loud scream as his spunk shot deep inside her.

"Now C" I said pulling her to a standing position "In the bath and scrub your pussy clean while we unpack" meekly she obeyed and we opened her case and checked the clothes which she had brought with her. as instructed the only underwear were several suspender belts and 10 pairs of stockings. In the way of dresses she had two black and a white PVC dresses two sheer blouses both low cut and two flared short skirts which I calculated would just about conceal her stocking tops, 3 pairs of 5" high heels and she had also brought 3 large dildos 2 black and one cream each was at least 10 inches long.

From our own case we removed the assortment of chains, padlocks and other devices which we had brought with us.

She emerged from the bathroom totally naked and her strong body was incredible.

"Ready for a night out C" I asked 

"Oh yes" she murmured "What should I wear"

"We'll dress you, come over here"

She walked confidently towards us and Pete settled a length of chain around her waist securing it at the front with a padlock. I selected a slightly shorter length and locked it at the base of her spine with another lock I pulled it tightly between the cheeks of her arse and then between her cunt lips parting them so that it pulled taut over her clitoris and then under the waist chain at the front and clipping it into the lock already there. about 6 "hung loosely at the front 

I tugged, noting with pleasure the grimace on her face as the cold metal rubbed harshly against her clitoris. The sensation was clearly not just painful as a warm flush spread over her face and down to her breasts the nipples of which were standing proudly erect.

Around her ankle we attached a much more delicate chain and padlock which she would wear all weekend and be allowed to Keep as a memento the Key to the Lock would remain with us. She wore our slave anklet and we did not intend to allow her to forget that .........Ever

Over the chain we laid a red suspender belt and clipped to it a pair of black stockings, to her feet we fitted a pair of black high heels.

"Parade for us" I ordered and she strutted about the room her confidence now almost fully restored, I didn't mind I new that fear and trepidation would return to those beautiful features many times not just tonight but also over the weekend ahead.

We now pulled a red skirt over her legs and as I suspected it would be the hem was almost directly in line with the bottom level of the double layer of her stocking tops.

Over her head we tugged the sheer white blouse which had no sleeves it fitted snugly delineating clearly both her nipples and aureoles.

"And now we're ready for a night out " I announced 

Leaving the Travel Lodge we climbed into the car this time Pete drove while Billy and I were either side of her in the back seat. no sooner had he revved the engine up than we had our cocks out and placed her delicate hands around our roots and she was playing with us.

In about 20 minutes we arrived at the pub we had chosen and she was writhing around in frustration at the total lack of attention we had paid her as in her desperate desire to please us she had not only wanked but also sucked us while we ignored her and carried on a conversation among ourselves.

We climbed out of the car and entered the pub which was a disco bar on two levels the upper level taking the form of a balcony around the perimeter of the lower bar. we set her on the winding staircase and then stepped back to let four or five guys follow her and precede us up the stairs . the lads soon noticed that they could see up her skirt and whispered among themselves as they frantically craned their necks to get a better view.

Arriving at the top of the stairs she turned to greet us and was stunned to find these lads virtually on their Knees peering up her Skirt, the sight of her tits clearly on show was almost enough to make them fall backwards down the stairs again.

The pub was crowded but we found some standing room near to the gents toilet .

"Where's the ladies" she asked 

"Oh just use the gents" I said "here I'll come in with you " ushering her in the door and pushing her into a cubicle

She sat awkwardly trying to both raise and lower her skirt as she realised that I was deliberately holding the cubicle door wide open.

A lad walked in staring open mouthed at the sight that greeted him as she sat peeing into the bowl through the chains "Here son fancy a blow -job" I asked casually.

"What............well.............mm" he stammered "well yes if that's.....all right...." he trailed off staring at C

"If he says its all right then its all right" she answered him opening her mouth wide as he walked towards her his cock already huge at the prospect.

Word spread of course around the pub and she sucked off another 15 guys in the next half hour while still sat on the bowl.

She finally emerged looking defiant well if she thought that was the hardest test she was going to face then boy was she in for a surprise. I yanked the loose chain roughly hearing her moan as it bit harshly into her swollen clitoris and dragged her to the balcony forcing her to stand with her legs a little apart above the crowded lower bar looking down as one after another noticed and stared blatantly at her exposed cunt.

Standing behind her I reached in front and slowly undid each button on her blouse to the cheers of the crowd below as I finally pulled it apart exposing her stiff nipples and her breasts.

Inevitably we were thrown out of the pub by the bouncers but walking through the crowd ensured that she was groped roughly by scores of hands.

Climbing back in the car she was really cocky "Well boys I've passed your tests so far, what's next"

I was driving this time and drove directly to a nature reserve on the outskirts of the city, it is a popular one for couples who like to be watched the car park is about a quarter of a mile of the road and there are plenty of bushes for the voyeurs to hide and watch often only feet away from the car.

Waiting for us were the other lads Brian, Jim and Steve, immediately on arriving there we bundled her out of the car and tore of her skirt and blouse, and I do mean tore off, "Right Slut " I said "these are three friends of ours I want you to say hello to them so get over to that picnic table bend over and say hello" I guided her into a face down position over the table and gestured them across to take position and watched as one by one they rammed their cocks up her fanny or arse according to their own likes as her screams went unheard in this solitary place. 

When they had finished using her I took a blindfold and more chains and locks from my bag of tricks. 

In a few minutes she was laid across a picnic table with her legs wide apart, we had already removed the lock holding the chain over her pussy to accommodate the lads and that chain was dangling down to the ground. Her legs dangled down onto the attached seat, she was lying face up and shuddering in anticipation of what she thought was coming next.

I leaned down to her ear "right C we are going back to the pub for a couple of drinks, you are staying here and you'll endure whatever happens to come along.

We jumped back in the car and roared off leaving her lying there helplessly as I turned back I could see her wriggling desperately in a futile attempt to free herself.

We didn't go to the pub of course we parked a little way out of earshot and crept back to find her still lying there whimpering and from the bushes two watchers had already appeared.

Stealthily they crept forward dressed in black but the full moon made them clearly visible, she couldn't hear them over the whimpering she was making but she froze when one put his hand on her breast and then relaxed "You were teasing you didn't go" I heard her say .

As she spoke another 6 or so gave up their vantage point in the bushes and surrounded her, she could sense the bodies surrounding her as hand after hand was laid on the naked flesh awaiting them like some sacrificial offering which of course she was. She must have been able to hear them talking to each other and realised that she was surrounded by a huge group of total strangers as her shrill scream ripped through the air unheard by anyone able or rather willing to come to her help .

Zip after zip was lowered and cocks emerged in various states of erection. One guy whose trousers were around his ankles shuffled to her face and pushed his cock against her resistant lips resistant that is until another fiercely rammed his fingers into her pussy resulting in another scream muffled almost immediately by the cock sliding smoothly into the back of her throat.

The guy whose fingers were impaling her pussy was pushed aside by another who replaced them with his stiff cock so huge I envied him and almost felt sorry for her as he rammed it all of the way home in one savage thrust. Another on his knees used his fingers to explore her arse equally savagely, the others were now wanking furiously around her body and globule after globule hit her breasts stomach and thighs the guy in her mouth spent his load down the back of her throat and was eagerly replaced by another. Similarly the guy at her pussy gave way for the guy exploring her arse with his fingers, he stood and pulling her up slightly rammed his cock there instead leaving her pussy vacant to be explored by a mass of fingers . Slowly over the next hour or so as each was spent they steadily shuffled back to the trees and from there to whatever place they called home.

We left her alone another 10 minutes or so then went back to retrieve the car and drove back to the car park.

Her body was covered in spunk it oozed down over her breasts seeped out of her pussy and her arse and dribbled out of the corner of her lips and she was sobbing .

"NO NO PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE" she screamed "NO MORE PLEEEEEEEASE"

Silently we unlocked her but left the blindfold in place and carried her to the car where the boot was open and thrust her inside closing it with a mighty thump.

Just as silently we drove back to the travel lodge where there was no sign of any staff and carried her into her room. A bath was quickly run and gently we lowered her in and almost lovingly soaped and rinsed the grime and spunk from her body even inserting the flannel deep into her mouth her pussy and her arse and rinsing away all remaining traces.

Her bath finished we lifted her out and carefully dried her off with a towel and then talcummed her body . By now her whimpers had turned from fear to mild excitement.

We laid her on the bed securing her hands and ankles to the legs of the bed, laid the quilt over her and left her to sleep.

What she didn't know was that we had more planned for her that night!! 

I was told later what happened later that evening by the lads to whom I'd given the key.

About 2 hours after we had left three dark clothed figures let themselves into the room, they crept silently to the side of the bed and one covered her mouth with his hand, she woke with a start, the other two pulled the quilt from her naked body.

Stretched out as we had left her chained up they were able to appreciate the soft curves of her body freshly washed in readiness for the assault they were about to unleash, she turned terrified eyes from on to another as her stockings were bundled into her mouth.

Slowly in front of her eyes they began to strip each had a cock measuring at least eight inches and they were solid pointing angrily at her fueled with the illicit viagra each had taken an hour earlier.

They unlocked the chains securing her ankles and lifted her legs high so that she could see her own pussy and see as the leader crouched over her and thrust his weapon deep into her un-lubricated slit.

She felt but did not see another Kneel behind and open her arse with his fingers then the tip of his Cock a tearing sensation and he was inside her the two Knobs rubbing against each other separated only by the thin membrane.

The third crouched over her face and pulled away the stockings only to thrust his own cock into the back of her throat so that she almost choked, to add lubrication she rolled her tongue around and found herself licking the intrusive shaft at which the man impaling her began to moan appreciatively . 

Below her the other two began a momentum of penetration and extraction not quite synchronised but she could feel her muscles relaxing and she herself began to enjoy the experience and move with them her mouth became more expressive despite fearing what would happen to her when they had finished using her, this was rape after all and she had seen their faces. Would they ....could they let her live believing that she was not some slave slut but an ordinary woman who would run to the authorities as soon as she could, despite herself she could feel the excitement of the uncertainty flood her loins at the same instant as trying to reach to hold the shaft at her mouth and remembering that as they had made no comment about her being bound then they MUST have been sent by me Her hands of course remained bound so she had no option other than lie and allow them to use her orifices as they saw fit.

At daylight they left each having used each hole in her body and indeed at one point two had plunged at once into her fanny while the other was in her arse and to finish they had made her open her mouth wide and accept all three at once where they finally rid themselves of their sperm, dressing and relocking her ankles as she was still choking indignantly

After the exertions of Friday night we left her to sleep until mid afternoon on Saturday and I went alone to release her and allow her to bathe herself back to humanity.

For a few hours I decided to relax my rule about the chains being worn at all times except when she was being fucked. despite this I still insisted on her wearing a short skirt and low cut blouse and of course she had brought no underwear with her.

I took her to an intimate Italian restaurant I knew and we ate talking normally, I was surprised to discover for the first time what a sensitive and intelligent woman she was.

I discovered too that she had a husband at home who was waiting agog to hear all about her weekend as a sex slave so doubtless on her release she would have much more of the same waiting.

She told me that although the previous night she had been totally terrified she had thoroughly enjoyed the various experiences and indeed just recalling them in her mind was enough to cause ripples through her stomach and a constant state of moistness at the top of her thighs.

She was intrigued to know what I could possibly have in mind to top the previous evening but did not want to be given any clues as the anticipation was a great part of the pleasure.

I began "I am taking you to a club, a rather special club, it specializes in sado masochism, pain humiliation, beatings and all sorts of degrading behaviour, the problem is that it is a little expensive...........Do you have any money with you?"

I knew of course that she didn't we had taken her purse and handbag from her on arrival and we took care of her make up allocating it as and when necessary .

She shook her head a puzzled expression on her face.

"Then really there is only one solution" I smiled "You will have to earn it as only you know how............around the corner from this exclusive hostelry there is an industrial estate, the area is known as being the best in the north to pick up ladies of the night. Lets discuss what you are worth......well we can hardly pass you off as an innocent unplucked virgin who would of course command the highest rate."

"Why not ask for £50-00 for a fuck in a car or against a wall £30-00 for a blow job and if he only wants you to wank him then £15-00. If someone wants to take you to a hotel to use you then lets say an extra £20 to each of the services I’ve described."

"If anyone wants to bugger your arse well that area is doubtless somewhat more virginal than any other part of you then charge him £75-00"

"If that is all clear then run along..don't come back till you've earned £300-00 and I'll have a game of darts while I’m waiting for you."

A stunned yet excited look had appeared on her face while I was talking and she walked out of the pub held head high and breasts standing firm. Somehow I knew that she would be back very quickly with the £300

Even I was surprised how quickly she came back. In just 90 minutes time she was back with only a rumpled hairstyle giving a clue as to her activities. She thrust a bundle of notes into my hand.

I counted out not 3 but 4 hundred pounds, apparently a car had pulled up almost as soon as she walked out of the pub and she sauntered towards it, it contained 4 students fresh with their college loan who wanted some experience. she was just the girl to supply the experience.

Two had fucked her normally and came very quickly, one of the others opted for a blow job and came even quicker and the other one, keen to impress opted for the more exotic approach to bugger her arse, he had come on contact with her bum cheeks but she had had the presence of mind to be paid up front .

So within less than 15 minutes and not 50 yards away she had earned £205 of her target. Within quick succession she had earned another £30 from two weary reps and she sped the process up by allowing them to fondle her breasts while talking dirtily into their ears.

Three more fucks and another hand job had followed fairly quickly and she would have stayed out for more but she sensed an atmosphere from local girls a little further up the street and so decided to return with the spoils she had won and call it a day.




The Story of C



It was a Thursday night. I had just flown in from Boston. I was tired after three separate delays at the airport caused the flight to take three times the normal flight time. I wanted nothing more than a scotch on the rocks and some overdue playtime with Christine, my wife of exactly three years that day. We had celebrated our anniversary before I'd left the week before, but I was more than willing to celebrate again as long as it didn't require getting dressed and going out on the town.

Imagine my surprise when Christine greeted me at the door with the news that her sister had flown in earlier that day, and would be staying with us through the weekend.

"Eve is here?" I said, trying hard for a neutral tone.

"No," my loving spouse said with a bemused expression that had her eyes twinkling mischievously. "It's Amy. You haven't met her. She was in Spain when we got married, remember?"

In fact I didn't recall, but nodded as if I did. 

"Amy, huh? Any other siblings I don't know about?" 

Christine laughed that delightful laugh that always brought me around to whatever she wanted of me at the time. I truly loved her and I'm certain she felt the same about me.

"You'll love her, she's a real character, kooky-like, you'll see," and with that she whirled from me and ran up the stairs, yelling, "He's home! He's home!" Sounding much more like Paul Revere than the woman I'd married three short years ago.

Moments later, Amy appeared at the top of the stairs and stood there as if awaiting my inspection and approval. She was in her mid-twenties, a year older than Christine. She had a pleasant, almost but not quite innocent face, and looked spectacular. Her light brown hair was coiffed and glowed. Her eyes were made up abundantly, as was her mouth. The short skirt hugged her tightly as if painted on her frame. 

Her tits were bigger than Christine's and when she bent forward to shake my hand as I climbed the stairs to greet her; they almost fell out of her blouse. There wasn't much to restrain them. 

"Hello, Lucas," she said in a husky voice. "It's time we met, don't you think?"

"Hello, Amy. Yes, it is." 

"Sorry about the wedding," she said through semi-pouted lips. I knew she didn't mean it.

"That was years ago," I said softly, not wanting to put any inflection or meaning into my words.

"Three years, Lucas."

"So where have you been hiding?"

"I was traveling around the world," she replied as if it was something one did all the time.

We went down the stairs together, my eyes glued to her breasts bouncing liquidly with each step she took. We reached the bottom and I could swear she winked at me. A promise of something lewd in her eyes. 

She laughed as Christine appeared and stood by her side inviting me to compare them together. I took them both in. It was obvious they were sisters. They shared a resemblance in their comparative beauty to Eva Green as she appeared in that classic film The Dreamers. 

Christine was slightly taller, but Amy had fuller breasts. I managed to recall that Christine wore her hair s in a pony-tail most of the time, but this evening it was different, combed straight back above her forehead in sort of a lion's-mane effect. Their similarity continued in that each possessed high, prominent cheekbones that slanted their eyes just the tiniest bit. But they differed in that Christine's mouth loomed out at me and her full, sweet upper lip was so unusually short that it appeared unable to cover a perfect set of prominent upper teeth; whereas Amy's was wider with flashing teeth, and when she laughed several filling were visible at the back of her mouth.

We made our way out onto the veranda where Christine had a pitcher of Margaritas' waiting. I poured us each a drink and we sat there quietly waiting to see who would kick off the conversation. 

I decided it would be me, so I said, "Sisters, eh, and only a year separating the two of you. There must have been some fights back then."

"Oh, no!" Christine exclaimed.

"Oh, yeah, there were some beauts," Amy said, contradicting her sister.

I took a gulp of my Margarita and waited.

Christine sighed and ruefully admitted they had their share of catfights.

"Without sister fights, life was dull," Amy admitted with a small smile. "I liked them because I was bigger and stronger; and I recall getting in a few good bites that left black and blue marks on her arms and legs."

"And that got me sympathy from Mom," Christine said with a big grin.

"And got me a spanking," Amy said with an even bigger grin.

"What about Eve? Where did she fit in?"

"You know, it's funny," Amy said, "I'm four years older than Eve, and Christine is three years older, but we always treated her like the baby."

"She was the baby!" Christine said.

Amy smiled and said, "Yeah, but we never seemed to compete with her."

I kept sneaking looks at Amy while pretending to glance back and forth at each of them. I knew they could tell what I was doing, but I didn't really care. 

Amy wore sandals and her toes had a pale pink nail polish on them. She also wore small silver earrings, in the shape of little rabbits. She smiled easily; and she was a definite flirt, as least as far as I was concerned. Christine knew, but let it go. She also spoke quickly, and used 'Yeah,' instead of 'Yes'

How far would she let her sister go, I wondered. I started to fantasize that after a few more drinks Christine says she's tired and retires after telling me to stay up with her sister.

A hour and a couple of drinks later, we're both kind of high; Amy excuses herself to go potty, and when she returns we decide to call it a night. I get a warm, appreciative kiss, feel those tits pressed against me then she's gone off to bed.

I put the glasses in the sink, and do a little bit of cleanup then head to our bedroom, Christine is snoring lightly. I pass her and enter the master bath wanting to take a quick shower before retiring. 

I'm just walking into the shower when Amy storms in demanding to know what I've done with her personal stuff.

"What personal stuff?"

"My panties!"

"I don't know what you're talking about and lower your voice, Christine's sleeping."

"My panties are missing!"

"You think I've got them? You need to rinse them or something?"

"I can't sleep without this particular pair."

"I don't have them."

"You're a liar!"

Rather than wake Christine, with further arguing Amy left the bedroom only to confront me again when I ventured out into the kitchen after wrapping a towel around my mid-section.

"I know you took them. You want a pair of panties to sniff or whatever you do with them, I'll give you the pair I just took off."

"I don't smell people's underwear!"

"You saying they walked off on their own?"

"I don't know how long were you wearing them?"

"Fuck you!"

"No, fuck you! You're a guest in my house and you're nothing but trouble."

"I wouldn't be trouble if you hadn't stolen my panties!"

Amy whirled away from me and stormed to the bar and poured herself a shot of Tequila and threw it right down. She coughed and dropped the glass, and promptly bent to pick it up. Her breasts almost leaped out of the peasant blouse she was wearing.

"It may be inappropriate for me to say it, but you have lovely tits. Thank you for showing them. If I had your panties I'd gladly give them back for an even better view."

With an alacrity that startled me, Amy pulled the peasant blouse over her head and tossed it on the bar. 

"Have a good long look, than gimme back my panties." Both nipples were fully aroused. They were slightly larger than Christine's; and probably longer, but I wasn't certain. She licked her lips. I knew it wasn't the Tequila she tasted.

"Wait!" I said.

"What? What's wrong?" 

"Nothing's wrong... this just isn't right. 

Christine's sleeping right down the hall."

Amy giggled. "We won't wake her. She can sleep through an explosion." 

"You don't know her," I said.

"She's my sister for Christ's sake. I know I've had several of them in her room. I fucked a guy in her bed, and she didn't even stir."

"She might have pretended to be asleep."

"Of course I do. Sisters know those things."

"You do, huh?" 

"Yeah, I do."

I had had enough of her bullshit and grabbed her by the hand and pulled her toward the doorway.

"Hey, what are you doing?" She protested weakly.

"Testing a theory."

"Huh!" 

"C'mon, we'll see if you can have an explosion without waking her up."

"You're kidding me!"

"No, I want you. I want you very much. It's going to happen, Amy."

"No it isn't."

"I knew it when you let me see those tits."

"Lots of guys have seen 'em, but that's all."

I opened the door to our bedroom. Christine was sprawled across the bed, the sheet wrapped around her.

"Is she hot or what?" I said, more to myself than to Amy. 

But Amy replied as if I'd spoken to her. "Yeah, she could hop out of a sauna and look good enough to eat."

I noticed her hand had a tight grip on my towel while she started at her sister, whose ass was now jutting provocatively in the air although for the moment still covered by the sheet. It was an invitation I recognized. In fact, I had accepted a similar invitation just before leaving on my business trip a week earlier. It had been the wildest and longest ass fucking I'd ever participated in.

Amy nosily drew in a breath, prompting me to tell her to be quiet.

"Yeah, yeah," she said, and followed with, "she won't wake up, I'm telling you."

She moved closer to me and devilishly nipped at my ear lobe.

I began to consider the possibility of doing them at the same time. I could wake Christine up and see if she wanted to have a go at a three-some. But found myself muttering to Amy, "We don't want her waking up."

"Pull the sheet off her," Amy whispered in my ear. I wondered why she was whispering now, after making so much noise earlier. But I didn't answer. I too was caught up in Christine's unsullied beauty as she lay sleeping. Then I remembered why we were in the bedroom. 

"Lose the skirt, or whatever the fuck you call it, Amy."

She shucked the skirt and stood there pantiless. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and she had a star tattooed on the innermost part of her right thigh. Then seemingly needing something to do, she ran her fingers over my chest.

"So what are you going to do if Christine wakes up?"

"Yell rape, I guess. She knows you, and will probably believe me."

Amy laughed lewdly at my remark and pointed a red fingernail at me as if in reproach. 

"I like that; you're a naughty, naughty man. I bet you give great head."

"As a matter of fact...." I said but stopped in mid-sentence for Amy had bent her knees ever so slightly pressed her fingertips into the puffy cheeks of her pussy and pulled them apart. I licked my lips in anticipation.

She smiled lewdly as she slowly pried the inner lips away from each other, and then used her thumb to nudge the hood back leaving her clitoris exposed. After waiting several seconds to ensure I had seen it all, Amy inserted her index finger into the pink wetness then offered it to me. I sampled it and grunted in satisfaction.

While I was sampling her nectar, she ran a hand under the towel I was wearing and said, "Relax." I parted my legs to give her hand the freedom it needed. The towel floated to the floor as her hand began a slow journey up my inner thigh to the point midway between my balls and my asshole.

"Mmmm," she said, and on cue I replied, "Mmmm."

Amy let her fingers glide over and around my balls. The effect on me was apparent. She rested her forehead on my hip. "Mmmm, balls he's got, big balls for sure," she said, and carefully gave them each a squeeze.

I managed to remain steady although I felt anything but as Amy eased her thumb along my inflamed crotch until she came to the start of my ass. After a brief pause she began to press upward, massaging the area in a gentle circle. The effect was invigorating.

"Does Christine do this for you?"

"No comment."

"C'mon, does she?" There was a hint of jealousy in her voice, they were sisters after all and I was familiar with the concept of sibling rivalry.

"Lucas, are we gonna do it?" Amy whispered.

"Yeah, we're gonna do it."

"Where?"

"Right here! Get down on your hands and knees."

"Lucas, she'll hear!"

"What about her sleeping through an explosion?"

"I was kidding!"

"Hands and knees -- now!"

"Lucas, we can't!" But she was already on her knees.

There was one last squawk of protest from her, "Lucas!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

"I can't! I really can't!" Her eyes told me she was torn between hopelessness and hope. A woman's most vulnerable state.

"What the fuck's your problem?"

"I don't... I don't want Christine to know. I want you... I really do. I mean, my fucking nipples ache for it."

When she paused, I prodded her. "What else?"

"There's... this spot between my puss and my asshole...."

"What about it?"

"When it starts to itch I go crazy, and..."

"And what?"

"I get so hot there... I get all buttery there..." she was panting with the exertion it took to get the words out. I had never seen a woman like this before. I could smell the light urine scent of her pussy and the heat of her body through the perfume she wore and realized she had placed the scent between her legs for me. 

"Hands and knees... now!" I growled although I made sure my voice wouldn't carry to where Christine lay quietly.

Amy was on all fours without another word. I studied her bottom for a full minute. Somehow I knew she would permit me this pleasure. Perhaps in her mind it was important that I find her ass to be a magnificent sculpture, worthy of worshipping in the most lascivious ways. Then again, it might have been the fear of detection that kept her quiet.

I contemplated the pale, rounded hillocks of her ass then kissed each cheek in turn. And as she murmured her approval, I quickly spread her apart with my thumbs and sent my tongue into her perfumed star-shaped orifice.

"I knew you would, I just knew you would," she moaned obscenely as I sucked so hard her inner walls surged outward.

Just then, Christine moaned and turned over, exposing her almost nude body as the sheet fell off to one side.

The two of us were hunched over in the doorway to the room. I heard the gasp from Amy before I saw what it was that caused it.

My wife was wearing a pair of lime green panties and nothing else; they were Amy's lime green panties. 

"The fuck?" Amy muttered to herself.

"Told you," I said.

"What?"

"I told you I didn't have them."

"Oh... yeah, you did."

Amy appeared lost in thought while I added a second finger to her asshole. Still nuzzling her rectum, I managed to get a third finger in there and her sounds told me all I needed to know about moving ahead. I used my other hand to palm her pussy and thumbed her clit until she was moaning uncontrollably. It was frightening how similar she was to Christine in that department.

Her first climax arrived while I gnawed happily at her ass and frigged her with three fingers. It was with some reluctance that I left her asshole and went looking for her clit. My face grew soggy with her juices as she spent a second and perhaps third time, while remaining amazingly quiet.

I unleashed my dick, and fed it into her from behind with her watching me.

"Oh, you're bigger..."

"Than what, a breadbox?"

She giggled and humped back at me. "That feels so good!" she whispered over her shoulder. I grunted in reply, and on the following stroke, found myself fully immersed in her sodden cunt. I squeezed the cheeks of her ass and made her groan.

"Fuck me hard!"

"Shut up!"

"Fuck me harder!"

I did, and she demanded more.

Just to spite her I switched to long, deep thrusts that accentuated the length of my dick as it penetrated her. She seemed to like this, because she turned her head to ask, "You fuck Christine this way?"

"I fuck her every which way."

"No wonder she loves you, Lucas."

"And now I'm going to fuck your heinie."

She barked a soft, mischievous laugh. "My fucking heinie?"

"You prefer anus, or rectum, or asshole over heinie?"

"I don't care − it's just − unusual to hear that word used in that context."

"Are you an English teacher?"

"No."

"Then shut the fuck up!"

Angling myself for insertion, I heard her whimper, but I wasn't concerned. I had spent time lubing her anus up and after having had several orgasms, Amy was ready for some backdoor nastiness, she readily accepted my erection and we were off on a meandering ass-fuck. 

"Yes," she groaned, as the tears rolled down her cheeks. 

"Yes," she sighed as her body shuddered and gave way again and again.

The sighs turned to moans and then short barks as Amy was overtaken by cascading spasms. Pushing and then pulling my cock in her ass, I watched her melt while impaled on my thick cock. For pure amusement I reached around her, found a nipple and pinched it hard. 

She screamed.

The house was suddenly eerily quiet. We both knew Christine had to have been awakened by that screech. I looked up and saw Christine with both hands between her legs; her juices gleamed enticingly in the dim lighting.

I abandoned Amy and fell upon Christine; roughly shoving her hands away from her sex and hoovered at her with both mouth and tongue while her hips rose and fell from one precipice to the next.

I felt Amy's fists pounding on my head and back, but paid scant attention to her. Only when she started raking at my spine with those long, red fingernails did I swat at her and sent her flying off the bed onto the hard wooden flooring with a loud thud. 

Fearfully, Christine pushed me away from her and we both went to see after Amy, who lay on the floor, legs akimbo, but apparently unhurt. Her main concern was for her sister, and vice versa.

A minute passed, and then Amy said, "You... you took my panties!"

Christine looked down and sheepishly grinned. "So I did. How about that."

I knew then I wasn't in trouble and that the two of them had probably set something like what had happened up deliberately.

"Let's hear the truth, ladies. The honest truth, with no flourishes or ambiguities."

"Is he a lawyer, Christine?" Amy asked coquettishly.

"No, but he is fairly intelligent."

"I've noticed that," Amy said and gave me a smirk.

"I have a confession," Christine said with a smirk reminiscent of her sister's earlier.

"Go on," I said, sitting back on my haunches.

"I wanted to have a really memorable anniversary. Me and Amy talked on the phone and well... she told me how horny she was... so I got to thinking and the next thing I know we set this little evening up."

"It wasn't exactly like that," Amy said, jumping in. "She told me how hot you were... in great detail and there I was masturbating over the phone."

The image of Amy doing so filled my mind, and then I wondered why they were bothering to tell me all this usually hush-hush stuff.

"So the thing with the panties was part of it?"

"No!" Amy said.

"Yes," Christine said.

"Christine, explain, please."

"Well, honey, I knew about Amy's panty fetish."

"Panty fetish?"

"Yeah... she has to sleep in her favorite panties. They're always green ones. So I took them out of her suitcase and hid them until I went to bed. Then of course, I put them on. Do you like them?"

"I love 'em, but they're not yours."

"Will you buy me some?"

"I'll buy you both a dozen after tonight," I said, brightening both women's faces.

"But first I have to take a quick shower."

"Why?" both of them whined.

"I had my dick up Amy's heinie and need to clean it off before using it again. Sanitary reasons, I know you'll understand."





The Story of C



"Hurry dear," Christine said, and I ran into the bathroom, turned on the shower and cleaned my dick as thoroughly as possible with two other people crammed into the shower with me.

Once we were all satisfied that I had done a commendable job of cleansing my manhood, Christine was inhaling it while Amy worked a finger into my ass.

I had some difficulty standing while they worked me over. I moaned with pure pleasure and Christine hummed with satisfaction. I yelped when Amy's tongue slithered into my puckered anus, and repeated the yelp when Christine's mouth absorbed both my balls.

I was more than ready to blow tubes.

But Christine had the devil in her and stretched out the moment, abandoning balls and dick, she looked up at me and grinned. Amy kept her tongue working and had started fondling my balls. I was nearly in heaven; certainly nowhere near hell when my wife tugged her sister away from my ass to join her in blowing me.

"Suck, suck," and they passed the baton. It didn't matter who did the sucking. I mean, each had a slightly different technique, but when the pleasure is that intense does it matter whose mouth is doing the sucking at a given moment? "Suck, suck," my cock slithered out of one mouth and in the other. Accommodating lips, lascivious tongues... pure pleasure.

The deep-throating segment was interesting too, in that neither one of them had a problem with inhaling my full length, some seven and a half inches, if it matters.

I was moaning non-stop when Christine left Amy to finish the blowjob and slid between my legs and attacked my asshole by laving her tongue in a wide swath around the space between my balls and anus commonly referred to as the taint.

I had been resting my hands on Amy's head for balance as she sucked away at my dick, which had now nearly vanished, but at Christine's lunge I clutched at her now tangled light brown hair to pull her head even closer. I saw her cheeks hollow with applied suction as she grimaced in pain. 

Moments later I roared, "Gonna cum! Where do you want it?"

Instantly, like two hungry Japanese Koi, Christine and Amy had their mouths gaping in front of my throbbing prick. A second later the first line shot out, hitting Amy in the left eye. The next two filmy white ropes caught Christine's mouth and tongue and I managed to direct the last two directly into Amy's still hopeful mouth, evidently satisfying the both of them for the moment.

"God damn it, I can't see a thing!" Amy swore while rubbing at her semen filled eye.

Christine started to laugh then thought better of it and murmured consoling words to her sister. We were back in the bedroom when Christine asked if I would go down on Amy.

I was agreeable and helped the half-blind lovely to the bed, spread her legs apart and went to town.

I stroked the back of Amy's knee and felt an involuntary quiver. She was still rubbing the eye when I glanced up at her. Her hair was tousled from the shower and beads of water trickled across her taut body to wet the sheet she lay on. When adding the crust of drying semen on her lips and chin I had to admit the cumulative effect was exceptionally sensual. 

After five minutes of non-stop munching I came up for air with Amy's pussy juices dripping down my chin. Christine had settled down on her haunches and was happily fingering herself while watching me work on her sister in the mirror next to our bed.

I slipped my hands under Amy's small ass and urged her to rise up a bit so I could breath. Then I poked my nose up into her pussy and went to work again with my tongue on her clit. I was vaguely aware that the two girls had also begun playing with each other's tits; all four nipples were being rolled between thumb and forefinger. Amy's hips picked up speed as she climbed toward her next climax -- I had already lost count of them -- and where she went I was close behind. Amy left off her sister's tits and put her mouth to work licking the base of my cock and chewing on my pubic hair. Her hard nipples brushed against my abdomen stimulating me further and her new position allowed me to breathe easier. I stroked her curved, muscular back and squeezed her firm ass as my hardon returned to form and I thought about which one I would fuck next. But I still had Amy to think about, and so I gradually worked my thumb into her asshole which had closed up, but not all that much. With just the slightest exertion on my part, the thumb popped through her sphincter. A second later the entire thumb was embedded in her rectum and her shuddering gasps combined shock and pleasure. When my thumb twitched she whimpered and dug her fingers into my stomach. Her body shook and her clit trembled under my tongue. 

All three of us were gasping for breath as Christine brought herself off and half-collapsed on top of Amy, pinning me at the bottom of the heap. 

We lay there for several minutes until I finally realized I'd be able to breathe more easily if I weren't buried under two still very horny women. I wormed my way out from under the heap of feminine flesh and took stock. I still had a major woody; both sisters were still ready for action.

"I know it's late, but I'm starving; how about you two?"

We agreed on Chinese and called in an order. It's amazing how at two in the morning the restaurant still managed to deliver our order. The only requirement being that we order more than fifty dollars worth of food. We were happy to do it.



The Story of C Ch. 02



It was after three by the time we finished our Chinese feast and returned to our bedroom proclivities. 

Christine kicked it off by dabbing at my balls with her hot, pink tongue. "She's gonna suck you so dry you won't get it up for a month," Amy chuckled.

In my mind I knew she was serious, but my maleness prodded me into replying inanely, "We'll see about that, little Miss Green Pants." 

An allusion to Amy's preference for going to bed in a pair of lime green panties.

Fifteen minutes later, it was Amy with my cock in her mouth while her hands roamed over my ass and between my legs, probing at the base of my balls and the rim of my asshole. She was taking her time, in no hurry at all: Exquisite. 

My wife, Christine was lying on her side, one leg nearly straight up in the air. The soft hair in her crotch formed a cushion almost back to her asshole. My face was buried in it, enjoying the pungent aroma of her previous orgasm. It was obvious that no guy's tongue had ever explored so deeply between her legs before, from the way she squirmed and the little sounds of startled pleasure she made. I nibbled at her clit, pushing its sheath back with my lips and sucking hard on the red protrusion the hood revealed. The muscles in her thighs fluttered. 

We went round and round the circle like that for half an hour, all three of us rising to a fever pitch. Then out of the blue, Christine croaked, "Fuck her, Lucas! Fuck Amy!"

I nodded compliance and shook my sweat soaked head once or twice before moving up along Amy's sweat-streaked body and flicked my cock against the lips of her gaping cunt. She gasped and her lashes flickered. I eased her heels over my shoulders so her knees were up against her chest. Her athletic condition and small build gave her more flexibility than Christine could manage, and her pussy gaped wide. She hunched her hips upward, perhaps unconsciously, and I slid into her vibrating cunt. She moaned and the already snug tunnel squeezed my organ even tighter. I grasped her wrists and pinned them outstretched above her head. I felt her toes curl as her heels pressed down against my shoulders more firmly. My cock pushed against the end of her cunt at each stroke and she drew a sharp intake of breath each time, not of discomfort but because of the electricity passing between us. 

I glanced down to watch my cock disappearing into that dark jungle and noticed her clit winking in time with my strokes. 

"Do it hard, honey," my wife whispered in my ear. "She loves it hard!"

I began to slam into her with enough force to make her breasts bounce, but not enough to actually cause her pain. She wanted hard, I was giving her hard. Besides, I was enjoying it myself. I pulled her wrists a little straighter and her fingers writhed and curled into fists.

"Hook your ankles together behind my neck," I rasped, and she did. If I had had the opportunity to script this scene, I would have wound a telephone cord or something around Amy's ankles and tied her wrists to a couple of chair legs. 

Now her eyes were closed and her head swung back and forth. She was even biting her lip. I leaned down and kissed the side of her throat, then moved up to the hollow space behind the hinge of her jaw. Then, as I thundered into my orgasm, I bit down slightly on her earlobe. 

She jerked once, then again, and uttered a small cry. And then she was flooded by a paroxysm of a climax, her thighs jerking, her arm muscles spasming, as she came and came. 

Finally, both of us ran down and I relieved the strain on her wrists. She let her feet fall to the floor and wrapped her arms loosely around my neck. All she could say between gasps was "Wow...."

I held my weight above her on my elbows but kept my cock in her for a few minutes. I pushed into her a short distance every fifteen or twenty seconds and her cunt jerked. She giggled at her own reaction and squirmed with delayed responses. This was something else I had learned from my wife − that a girl's cunt is very sensitive to aftershocks − and I was passing that knowledge on to her sister, who apparently had never experienced it before. 

I slid the palms of my hands under her upper back and arched her ribcage upward so I could reach her nipples with my mouth. They were also hypersensitive now and when I sucked on each one for a minute or two, Amy moaned and hugged me tighter. 

Finally, I began to develop a cramp in my upper arm and, regretfully, I withdrew my cock from her and rolled over onto my side. I studied her face in some fascination, my head propped up on the palm of my hand. Her eyes were half-closed, from physical exhaustion as much as sexual satiety, I thought. Her breathing was becoming regular again and there were beads of musky sweat drying on her body. Her pubic hair was stiff and spiky with escaped semen and red patches on her body showed the pressure of my weight on her. 

Her knees were still bent and her legs parted. She looked rather like she had lost a wrestling match, except that the slightly dazed smile on her lips was happy and satisfied. My arms and legs were stiffening up and my cock felt worn to a stub. There was a mixture of semen and the cunt juices of two girls stiffening in my pubic hair as well. It had been quite an evening... but it wasn't over yet. 

I looked around for Christine, but didn't see her. There were however, moans of a sexual nature coming from the master bath. Holding a finger to my lips, I signaled Amy that I was going after my wife.

She giggled happily and waved me off.

I paused and looked down at her lithe, firm nakedness, now displayed full-length. She stretched again, partly for my benefit, eyes closed and smiling. Very nice indeed. 

I padded quietly to the entrance to the master bath and peeked inside. It was pretty obvious, from the rhythmic creaking of porcelain and the breathy gasping sounds, what was occurring inside. I opened the door and stepped in. 

Christine had straddled the toilet and was facing the wall. Her right hand appeared to be buried in her cunt; her left was bracing her from falling off the porcelain bowl onto the tile floor.

With each thrust of her hand her breasts bounced and jiggled and her hair flew in all directions from her strenuous exertions. Christine looked over her shoulder and smiled at me for a moment but never changed her rhythm. I moved closer and squeezed both of her lovely tits. She smiled again. Then I felt a small, warm hand on my shoulder blade and another hand slid smoothly down my ass. Amy had joined us, standing on tiptoe to see her sister's masturbation. Moments later she rested her chin on my shoulder for a better view.

Christine held out her hand to her sister and drew her around from behind me. She moved Amy's hands to her breasts and encouraged her to squeeze and fondle them as I had done. Amy didn't hesitate, which surprised me a bit − though it probably shouldn't have by that time. In fact, she positioned herself so that I had access to her breasts and I promptly began rolling her still-prominent nipples between thumb and finger while nipping lightly at the back of her neck.

I sent my thumb back into Amy's ass, which was still sweaty and internally moist and my finger crept past her snug sphincter with little resistance. It was a sensation I've always had a taste for, though I was seldom able to indulge it with anyone except Christine. 

Amy trembled a little and arched her back farther as my finger gradually slid in until the palm of my hand was flat against her buttocks. I wiggled my finger experimentally and Amy gasped in response. 

"You like that?" I whispered behind her ear. 

"Mmmm... yeah, I really do!" 

Her hands continued to knead Christine's tits and my wife looked like she was building to an explosion.

"Kiss her, Amy," I whispered. "Kiss her deep, like you would a guy."

There was no hesitation by either girl: Amy lowered her face and Christine tilted hers upward. The joining of their lips was steady and prolonged, involving much activity by at least two tongues. I curled my buried forefinger and lifted a bit − a favorite maneuver that nearly always had the desired effect on the recipient −and Amy moaned passionately and clenched her ass muscles, squeezing my finger in a warm, wet, tight embrace. 

Both girls came moments later. We decided that we'd call it a night and tumbled into bed without showering again.

Amy left the following afternoon, and Christine and I were quiet about the events of the previous night for several days. Then over steaks we grilled on the barbeque, we discussed what had happened. I assured her that I had no regrets and asked if she did.

"The incestuous part bothered me. It bothers me a lot."

"What incestuous part are you talking about?" I asked gently.

"What Amy and I did together."

"All I saw you do was kiss. How incestuous is that?"

"Is that all we did?"

"Well, aside from, say you putting my dick in her, or vice versa, I'm not sure as to who did what to whom, but, yeah, that's all. Oh, yeah, she rubbed your tits a little, but that's hardly incestuous."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really."

"I thought for sure I'd gone down on her."

"No way, I took care of all the pussy eating at the festival."

Christine laughed then giggled. I felt an enormous pressure lift from my shoulders. "You did, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did."

"And you were very good. I gave you top marks."

"Thank you, I did my best."

"Did you enjoy our little surprise?"

"I loved every minute of it."

"So, would you be open to a repeat performance?"

"After an appropriate rest period, yes."

*****

And so, three months later, Christine and I went to vacation in New Orleans. It wasn't a coincidence that Amy lived in Metairie, which was a stone's throw from our hotel.

The girls wanted to spend the afternoon shopping, knew it wasn't my cup of tea and so Amy scrounged a ticket for me to the Saints game that afternoon. I went alone and thoroughly enjoyed myself. 

Following the game I took a taxi to Amy's apartment in Metairie.

In the elevator on the way up, I was already getting hard in my pants, thinking about Amy's naked body and her sex drive. What lay in store for me this time? Would the girls cross the line and engage in some incestuous acts? 

I pressed the buzzer, and my wife, Christine let me in. She wore a skirt and a soft sports bra, nothing else.

She pulled me inside, and closed the door. "You're early! How was the game?" She said and melted into my arms as our mouths renewed acquaintances again. 

My hands automatically covered her body, one hand under her skirt to palm her damp pussy, the other under the sports bra to find her very pliant breasts. 

"Get a room will you?" Amy's chipper voice called out as she entered the room and gave me a kiss on the lips with just a little tongue added for good measure. She was wearing a royal blue sundress, and I wondered if she had her favorite green undies on beneath it.

"This is the room," I said and cupped her ass with the hand that had just been rubbing my wife's pussy.

"My, aren't we eager?" Amy laughed as she pushed my hand away. 

"Don't worry; you'll be getting plenty." 

So, it would be a repeat performance. I thought happily.

"C'mon, sit down; we have some drinks made," Christine said casually. 

I sat down on the couch; there were small bowls of snacks on the table, some cheese, crackers and fruit. Amy started pouring what turned out to be vodka martinis into three cocktail glasses.

"I've been thinking about sex all day," Christine giggled, and I knew this wasn't her first drink of the day. "I mean, with you. Amy has too," she added and giggled again like a mischievous child.

"Well, I can't believe how lucky I am."

"We think we're lucky too, sweetie. You know, most guys would find this... being with me, or I should say, us, weird." Christine smiled. "Am I weird?"

I laughed. "Sweetie, we've got high sex drives, and urges that are compatible, and a little kinky."

She laughed, and we spent some time just looking into each other's eyes, and then she broke the contact to gulp down most of her martini and quickly poured herself another.

"Don't get drunk on me," I said trying to make it humorous and not bossy-sounding.

Christine adjusted her bra, making her breasts jiggle. "I was thinking, maybe in the bedroom, we could let you decide what you want to do... you know, with us."

"That sounds great," I said. "But I don't care what we do as long as everyone is agreeable beforehand. We don't want anyone to be hurt. We're here to have fun and enjoy ourselves, right?"

Both women agreed with me, and Christine began unbuttoning my shirt.

"Doesn't he have the most fantastic chest, Amy?" 

"Mmmm, yes, he certainly does." 

A moment later there were four hands roaming my chest. It felt pretty good.

"I should return the favor, ladies. Let me see those tits, will you?"

Christine quickly lost the sports bra and Amy shimmied out of the sundress. She was wearing the lime green panties, and I pointed at them and laughed.

"Never mind the panties," Amy said, "Pay attention to our tits."

And I did; palming Amy's left breast with one hand and leaning into suck on my wife's right nipple while Amy unzipped my fly and freed my hardon.

I played windshield wiper, moving from breast to breast, trying to give each one the same and proper amount of attention they called for.

Apparently I managed to do a decent job of it, for Amy soon had both hands on my head holding me fast to her left nipple. Christine spent a moment or two getting me out of my slacks and then began stroking my cock to keep it at the ready.

Several minutes passed before Christine pried her sister away from me, shoving Amy's face into my lap while telling me to suck her tit for a while. I nursed away at my wife and Amy slobbered over my dick for the next few minutes. And then, to my astonishment, the girls stood up, leaving me on the couch and demanded to know what I was going to do to them.

Feeling humorous at the time, I replied, "If I'd known I would have consulted a choreographer and worked out a routine."

"Very funny, Lucas," Christine huffed. 

"C'mon, Lucas, you must have a plan of some type," Amy added.

"Well I don't. But let's think about it. We can certainly devise one if you think it's necessary."

"Think, then," they said in unison.

"Well, we've had every kind of sex there is, what more could I ask you to do?"

"I'm not sure about that," my wife said and she glanced at her sister, who nodded in agreement.

In the far recesses of my mind it occurred to me that just perhaps they wanted me to be the catalyst in their having sex with one another. They wouldn't do it voluntarily, but would if I insisted upon it.

I struggled with the concept and the most likely results. I didn't like the answer for it brought too many potential problems with it.

Christine brought matters to a head, saying, "What if we gave you complete control? You know, just to see what you'd have us all do."

I looked at Amy. 

"Yeah," she said, "You get to control what happens."

"Okay, but I think you'll find it's pretty much the same stuff − fucking and sucking."

Amy laughed, "Sounds good to me."

"Me too," Christine said with a knowing smirk.

"Let's get naked then," I said and stripped the remainder of my clothing off while the girls did the same. We made our way into the bedroom, with Amy chanting, "Eat our pussies, eat our pussies!"

"Sounds great." I laughed, "You know I love to eat pussy."

"After that, you can do whatever you like with us," Amy said, "If you want something, don't be shy, just say it."

"I won't be shy." I smiled, "anything else?"

"Rules... we need some rules."

"Such as?"

"There are lines we won't cross, Lucas," Christine said. But her eyes told me they might cross any line if I demanded it of them.

"Understood. No problem."

The air was heavy with lust, and anticipation. I thought back to what Christine and I had talked about on the way to New Orleans; what was off limits between them. No pussy licking or touching, no fingering. Nipples were a maybe, kissing okay to a point. But what point?

Christine let out a deep breath. "Let's do it."

I put my arms out and drew both of them to me. They were already moaning. To slow them down, I touched Amy's face and led her lips to mine. She swallowed my tongue. My right arm went around Christine's slender waist, my left around Amy's body. Two pairs of lovely tits pressed again my chest. Then I was kissing Amy, snaking my hands around, running them over their firm buttocks, around to the front, dipping a finger into one pussy then the other.

I returned to kissing my wife, and then Amy, only to switch again a minute or two later. I think I had Amy's tongue in my mouth when I maneuvered myself so that I had the fingers of each hand in different pussies at the same time.

Heaven!

"You're both wet." I said, as Christine broke the kiss. 

"Who am I going to eat first?"

"Me!" said Christine.

"Let's get on the bed then."

Christine pulled the top blanket back off the bed, and got down and spread her legs.

"Can Amy hold your legs apart?"

The question required no answer as Amy sat down next to us, grabbed her sister's soft thighs and gently spread them apart for me. I dropped my face onto Christine's neatly trimmed pussy, and then looked up. Amy was smiling down at me, and I winked at her before curling my tongue and licking my wife's clit.

"YES!" Christine shrieked.

Amy started giggling and couldn't stop.

The clean, fresh scent of Christine's arousal surrounded me as I peered into the coral opening and marveled at the many pleasures it offered. Then I got into it, licking her full length, teasing her inner labia, running patterns over her clit. She moaned and struggled, her legs reflexively trying to close around my head, but held in place by her sister's hands. I put two fingers inside and gently pressed upward thereby applying pressure to her clit from the inside. She starting going crazy. I let her writhe against my chin while continuously licking away at her. Her position kept her from coming quickly. 

Glancing upward, I saw Amy watching us with a hungry intensely. Her face was no more than a foot away. I replaced my swirling tongue with a swirling finger, keeping Christine going, as I lifted up slightly and planted a kiss on Amy's surprised mouth. I was already drunk with the scent and taste of Christine's pussy, and now I sent my tongue into Amy's mouth, and she eagerly sucked her sister's pussy juice from it.

I returned to clit-sucking, and Amy laughed and called me a naughty boy and possibly something else, but just then Christine moaned, "I'm... I'm gonna...." And hips smacking into my face, she came then went silent; but her body kept shaking. I kept sucking her clit, all the way through it.

"Oh... my... God!" Amy gasped, "That was beautiful."

My cock was straining painfully against the bed under me, and I was leaking pre-cum big time. I struggled with the urge to just climb up and start slamming Christine's tight pussy. I wanted to make sure fulfilled my obligation first.

"I think it's your turn, Amy," I said weakly.

We gently moved the quivering Christine to one side and Amy moved into position, spreading her legs for me. I ran a finger over her slit, from bottom to top. The soft hair and labia spread gently, revealing the flower within. "I always love to watch." Christine said and slowly rolled onto her right side, propped her head up on an elbow, and prepared to watch her sister and I go at it.

Amy's pussy was very wet; her taste thick on my tongue. I licked her full length, my face getting slick with her juices. I pressed my tongue inwards to caress her inner folds, then started rhythmic patterns around her clit.




The Story of C Ch. 02



Christine leaned in closer, peering over her sister's hip at what I was doing. "Damn, honey, I knew you were good at that, but watching you... I mean, you're fantastic."

"He is... isn't he!" Amy gasped as I attacked her clit then brought a finger into play.

She groaned happily at its intrusion into her love nest and I quickly added a second and then a third, filling her for the moment. Amy's pussy gripped my fingers strongly. I settled into a quick rhythm gently finger-fucking her in time with my clit-licking. Her moans rose in volume; her breathing went from shallow to heavy as the clock ticked away the time.

Her pussy got very wet around my fingers, and the wetness spread around so that my lips, my tongue, my senses were flooded with her essence. Twice she seemed close to coming, but then gradually relaxed again. Or perhaps they were small orgasms - really, what did I know about what was going on in her body? All I knew is that she loved what I was doing to her.

Christine's face was just inches away, watching intently.

"Kiss me." I heard her say, almost a whisper. 

Smiling, I lifted my mouth; she leaned down and kissed me. During our last time together, I had suggested that we try this. Christine had wrestled with the idea and only now capitulated. I loved the fact that it was she who suggested doing it, and now there was an urgency about her as she strove to lift her sister's taste from my tongue.

"Try this," I said, pulling my fingers our of Amy's pussy and offering them to her.

"Mmmm, yeah... okay. I love it," she murmured taking my hand and slowly sucking each finger into her mouth. Her eyes met mine, staring at me as she sucked them clean.

"Very sexy, sweetie," I said.

She smiled at me, and released my hand. Amy gave a moan of frustration signaling that I was ignoring her. I returned my attentions to her pussy, and quickly had her back on track, moaning her way towards orgasm.

"Put a finger in her ass," said Christine.

I did, and Amy's moans kicked up a notch. With the copious wetness running from her pussy, I had no trouble getting a second finger in and was gently fucking her sphincter with them; my mouth on her clit, relentlessly sucking and licking, never stopping. 

Gradually, her ass relaxed. Feeling daring, I began working a third finger inside. Suddenly, the orgasm was obvious. It rose and fell, and rose again. It might have been more than just one; she couldn't, or wouldn't say when we asked about it.

"Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!" Amy shouted while her hips vaulted toward the ceiling. 

Her climax lasted two full minutes.

"Wow, Christine said, "That was intense; it reminded me of that video we made on our honeymoon, where you made me come repeatedly. I love watching it. I love seeing myself come. But I usually don't come that hard."

Slowly, Amy scooted back against a pillow and sat up. I sat up as well, and both of them looked at me expectedly.

"So, we're open to suggestions; whatever you want," my wife said with a broad smile.

My cock pulsed. I forced myself to take a deep breath, as we all looked at each other. "I'm afraid I'm on a hair trigger right now. I'm so turned on that if I fucked either of you, I'd come in seconds."

Christine laughed. "Poor boy, what a problem! Maybe you should just come quick and get it over with. You'll last longer the second time."

"I've got a better idea," I said, scooting back against the headboard. "Usually, I last longer with a blowjob. Amy why don't you start it off? Christine, come over here and kiss me, maybe help your sister out?"

Christine said, "Sure," and they both scooted into position; Amy on her hands and knees, crawling over and taking me in her mouth. Christine scooted next to me. I put my arm around her, and we kissed gently. Part of what makes a blow job good is just how hard and ready and sensitive your cock is, it makes a soft mouth feel even nicer. I was super hard and oh-so-ready. 

I moaned.

"God that must feel great." said Christine, watching her sister's mouth slowly moving up and down my shaft.

"Mm-hmmm," I agreed as our mouths worked feverishly against one another. I just let it happen, our tongues lazily slipping around each other. Amy took me slowly deeper, deeper into her mouth.

I broke the kiss. "Now I'm going to ask, and you can say no."

"I'm sure I'll say yes." smiled Christine.

"I want you to get down there and kiss her, and then..."

"And then?"

"Then both of you suck my cock, together."

"Yeah, I can see how that's your fantasy." She gave me one last peck on the lips. "No problem."

She left my side, scooted over and tapped her sister on the shoulder. Amy lifted her mouth from my cock, and looked quite surprised as Christine eagerly kissed her and then reached for my cock, wrapped her fingers around it and slowly stroked it as the kiss went on. 

I admired the symmetry of their faces, the small differences in the way Amy's tits seemed tauter than Amy's which had a slight sag, although I mean that in the nicest possible way. Perhaps I should have said slope instead of sag, but.... 

Then Christine broke the kiss, and they had a quiet little conversation from which I was excluded. Amy nodded then looked up at me with a smile.

"You want a double header... from us." she said.

I nodded my head.

Their hands and mouth went for my cock. 

Christine sucked it first, giving me some nice head bobbing, then pulled back and teased my head by flicking the underside of my cock with her tongue. Amy watched, then took her turn, imitating the tongue-teasing, then sucking me deep, far deeper than Christine had.

"How does she do that?" Christine wondered out loud, watching.

"Suck my balls?" I asked.

"Sure."

I lay back and watched, as Christine took one testicle gently in her mouth, as her sister firmly sucked my shaft. It was a beautiful sight. I deliberately closed my eyes, just feeling the sensations. I could tell when they switched, with Amy moving down to my balls. Unable to take me deep, Christine sucked just the head of my cock, and used her fingers to stroke my shaft, basically masturbating me into her mouth. I was right on the verge of coming, but managed to hold out long enough for them to switch places a couple more times. Trying not to come was like exquisite torture.

"When you come, do it her mouth, OK?" Christine said, "Not mine."

"Uh-huh," I answered, not really knowing what I was agreeing too, for I was so lost in the exquisiteness of their combined fellating that comprehending the spoken word was beyond my capabilities at the moment.

My climax built slowly; creeping up on me like shadows at dusk. Christine was jacking my shaft with her soft fingers, and she had just yielded the head of my cock to Amy's hot mouth, when I started to shoot. My hips jerked and I gasped while Christine stroked me faster and burst after burst of jizm flew from the mouth of my cock onto Amy's protruding tongue. Besides my heavy breathing the only other sound I perceived was that of Amy swallowing. 

Christine leaned up to kiss me, gently, as my orgasm finally receded.

"You are going to fuck us, aren't you?" she asked softly. "Don't tell me today is just about oral sex."

"Yes, I am," I croaked. Where's the fucking Viagra?"

*****

There happened to be a fine Cajun Café two blocks from Amy's place and we ventured out with Christine wearing only a borrowed raincoat... I mean only. Her left breast kept popping out during the meal, and I over tipped the waiter because he was gallant beyond what passes for normal comprehension in that he continued serving our food without a mishap both times her tit was fully exposed. I give him top marks as the second time it happened he was pouring our wine Amy reached over and replaced her sister's tit for her.

On returning to Amy's apartment, I suggested we make a sandwich.

"But we just ate," Christine said as she shrugged off the raincoat and stood nude before Amy and me. I ignored her and continued, saying, "Amy's in the middle."

"OH!" both girls said, "That kind of sandwich!"

We promptly squeezed Amy between us, and I grabbed her throat and kissed her. Christine went to her knees and worked Amy's sundress up and over her head.

"Is that the way those dresses come off?" I asked.

"Not usually," Amy laughed. "I guess Chrissie's in a hurry, but I can't imagine why."

I was tugging at Superman's cape (actually I was dropping my pants and peeling my T-shirt off.) And eventually we were all naked again.

We moved back into the sandwich position and Christine began rubbing her body against her sister's while I was slipping a finger into her. Amy got hotter than a $2 pistol on a Saturday Night and dropped to her knees with sucking my cock foremost in mind.

Christine put a stop to that, however, telling Amy in no uncertain terms that the time was for fucking not sucking cock.

"I think... maybe the bedroom...."

They both agreed with me and we moved to the horizontal landing strip and both women laid back, opened their legs and spread their pussies for me.

Christine's left leg went over her sister's right leg as they spread for me, each using both their hands, fingertips gently opening their labia. I admired the sight, then bent forward to plant a kiss on Christine's exposed clit, then one on Amy's.

I slipped two fingers from my left hands into Christine, two fingers from my right into Amy.

"God, you're both so beautiful. I think I'm the luckiest man in the world." I said, swirling my fingers in both their pussies.

"Mmmm, too bad you don't have two cocks." said Christine. "But I have the marriage certificate. Do me first."

"Then you're first," I replied while Amy groaned in frustration.

I settled into the Missionary, replacing my fingers with my cock. After all the teasing and oral sex, it felt wonderful to finally be deep in a pussy. I began to fuck her steadily. With my right hand, I tried to keep fingering Amy, but soon I had to give up, it was just too complex to attend to both pussies at once. I brought my hand up to Christine's face.

"Do you want this?" I said offering my pussy-juice coated fingers.

"Oh yeah, it's kinda like a desert." She opened her mouth to accept my digits and sucked then clean. Once I got my hand back, I was able to prop myself up better and move my whole body to fuck her strongly. She rocked her body and tilted her hips to meet my thrusts, loving it. For a few minutes, we were just lost in our fuck, Amy almost forgotten, even though she was leaning against our bodies, watching intently as my hips slammed my dick into her sister. I noted with interest the lustful and envious expression her face.

I kissed my wife, then sent my cock all the way into her then swiveled my body to the right. Now I was in position to kiss Amy and did so while I rocked my hips to fuck Christine.

It was a nice sensation, kissing one and fucking the other. I shifted my attention back to Christine.

"I can ask you to do anything?"

"Sure, ask away... but ... oh, keep doing that!"

"I want to watch you two kissing while I fuck you."

"Mmmm, good idea. Amy?"

"Huh?"

"Gimme some tongue."

Amy looked a little surprised, but pressed her tits against us as she kissed her sister. My cock pulsed, and if I hadn't already come once, I probably would have lost it. I sucked one of my wife's tits while watching them go at it.

I've long been a proponent of porn. I've watched at least a thousand different women kissing one another and always thought it was kind of staged. There was nothing fake about how Amy kissed my wife, or how Christine returned the flavor. In the throes of sex, with my cock making her pussy sing, this kiss wasn't just about putting on a show for me. I learned that she truly enjoyed kissing another woman. I don't know why I'm limiting my comment to Christine; Amy was certainly into it every bit as much as she was, and it showed in the passion both brought to the kiss.

The kiss ended and I brought my actual fucking to a halt, but left my rock hard shaft lodged in my wife and suckled at both their tits for a while. Neither woman seemed to mind. 

I briefly considered asking Amy to take my place nipping away at Christine's nipples. Nipples were a "maybe" in the rules, I remembered. But I didn't push my luck. Instead, I got another idea... something I knew we would all like. 

I lifted myself up, so that I could keep fucking Christine from a sitting position.

"Amy..." Christine croaked, "Come down here, bring your face down here to watch us fucking."

Amy scooted down, her face just a foot away from the spot where my cock disappeared into her sister. She gave me a lewd grin and tickled my scrotum, giggling inanely as I plowed steadily into my wife's pussy.

"OH... Lucas!" Christine called out.

Not wanting her to come just yet, I pulled out and presented my dick to Amy's face.

"Suck it."

She sucked, eagerly, not caring that it had been in her sister's cunt moments earlier. I heard her moan in pleasure as she sucked furiously, her cheeks hollowing out every other thrust. Christine moaned too, but at the loss of my meat, and I capitulated, denying Amy further oral gratification and sink back into my favorite home port.

I started to slam it into Christine, and began chanting: "Come for us!" over and over again. This was my stupid way of including her sister in our little fuck-fest.

It took me a moment before I realized that Amy's chin was now resting on Christine's belly, inches from her pubic hair, watching intently as we fucked.

"Come for us!" I said again and again, until she did, sweating and quivering uncontrollably Christine flattened out on the bed; her body was undergoing random spasms as she squealed and her body suddenly tightened, her vaginal muscles clasped at my cock and her orgasm smashed into her.

"Jesus Christ!" Amy swore, astonished at the magnitude of her sister's climax.

I pulled out and started lashing away at her extremely sensitive clit with my tongue. That brought on another climax almost as fierce as the first, causing my wife to claw at her hair while her legs rotated in the air above her sisters head as she thrashed about in ecstasy. 

A stream of incoherent babble flowed from her mouth. Then Christine lay almost comatose on the bed.

Amy wasted precious seconds before mounting my mid-section and filling her hole with my cock.

"Are you gonna cum?" she asked. There was a pitiful look on her face as she bounced up and down on me.

My cock was buzzing, but I had staying power, thanks to the Viagra. "Not for a while yet. I'm thinking of things to try with the two of you." Amy was frigging her clit as my cock savaged her pussy, trying to hurry her orgasm.

"Really? You can think at a time like this?" Amy said, not believing a word.

"Fuck harder," I said sternly, just to see what she would do. 

"Yeah, sure..." she replied and did, and one of her breasts slapped me so hard in the face that I immediately regretted telling her to do it.

Well not really. She was getting the both of us off. I mean, the truth of the matter was that I wasn't doing much. My job was to remain rock hard and let Amy do the work. She certainly appeared capable of that function.

Christine was sitting cross legged, watching us. Her hand was between her legs, I took a wild guess as to what it was doing there and then rejoined the fuck in progress with Amy. I took charge, changing the angle of my dick with her downward plunging. The effect was immediate on Amy.

"Whoa!" she bellowed. "Again! Please do that again!"

I did it again and she started to come.

I rolled her onto her back, raised her legs and gave her the All American slam.

That seemed to finish the job. Amy started jerking and shaking like a demon had taken possession of her soul. But to everyone's relief it was only her body reacting to a tumultuous orgasm.

"Christine," I gasped, "I want to fuck you again."

"Goody-goody! How do you want me?"

"Lie down, right here, on top of Amy, and I'll fuck you doggy." I pulled out of Amy and scooted back, giving her room.

Christine was laughing like a loon. "On top of her?"

"Yeah, you can do it. See how her legs are spread a little? Straddle her hips, and I should be able to fuck both of you."

"Oh yeah, I see it now."

Amy moaned, "hey, what the fuck?"

"Exactly," I said, causing untold confusion all around.

"Wow, Lucas, I would never have thought of that, "my wife said, and my chest puffed out in pride at my genius. 

Christine came down and swung her leg over, settling down on top of her sister. They lay belly to belly. There was some jostling as they got comfortable. I ran my hand between their legs, feeling how their pussies were only inches away from each other. S

cooting in and lining up, I pressed my very hard cock into Christine.

"Oh... welcome home, baby!" she croaked then fell forward onto Amy's body, breast to breast, mouth to mouth. 

Amy reached around Christine and hugged her as I gave Christine's pussy a nice solid doggy-style fuck. Feeling in no hurry, I fucked her for a minute, delighting in her hot, wet, and surprisingly tight pussy. Then I pulled back, let my cock slip down a couple inches, and slid right into Amy's saturated cunt.

Several strokes later I realized the girls were kissing one another. I kept pounding away until Amy's pussy contracted and she started coming again. I switched pussies, ramming my dick back into Christine and fucking as hard as I could for a full minute.

It nearly killed me. I stopped. Christine begged me to, "Stay in me. Please... just stay there a little longer."

I obliged her.

"Want me to put a finger up your ass?' Amy inquired, so discreetly that it took me a few seconds to realize just what she had said.

"I might come from it... yeah, do it," I heard my wife reply.

I felt Amy shift. Felt Christine jerk from her sister's thumb as it entered her rectum, and was sufficiently motivated to renew my humping. 

I didn't manage to fuck her as fast as I wanted to. For me at the time that was impossible. But I gave my all and thank God it was good enough. Christine screamed her climax into her sister's neck and thrusting wildly, I emptied my sacs into her vagina and then some. The rush overwhelmed me, and when I came to my senses both women were showering kisses on me. 

Then Amy had her tongue in my left ear and Christine was licking my balls.

"I think we got every bit of cum out of you," Christine said.

I remember Amy headed toward the shower and Christine trying to suck me hard again just before I slipped off into a stupefying slumber that I maintain was well earned, although both girls claimed the next morning that I had short-changed them.

"So eat each other," I moaned and pulled the pillow over my head.

To my great surprise, they did exactly that. 

But that's another story.

The end



The Story of C



"so can we go to that club now " she asked an impish smile on her face.

On route to the club I pulled into a car park and had C get out of the car, from my bag I pulled more chains and short straps.

I attached the straps to her ankles, wrists and neck and linked the hands together with a 2' length of chain a similar length joined the ankle straps and I attached a 6' length to the neck belt.

I ushered her back into the car and we drove to the club. It was all that I had said it would be.

She got out of the car and waited until I had come around to take control of the chain attached to her neck belt. I led her to the locked door and rang the bell, a small sliding door opened in the door and I produced my membership card and we were admitted. 

The club was darkly lit and everyone there was dressed in leather, rubber, PVC or chains, the immediate area was the bar and I led her across to it, I ordered myself a drink and a glass of water for C and dragged her across to a table where I placed her glass on the ground at my feet.

She looked up indignantly but I ignored her as I was already engaged in conversation with a couple and was offering her services to them.

"Hey" she tried to interrupt.

I glared down at her and dragged her across the floor to one of the inner areas of the club.

Fortunately vacant was a circular board with hooks conveniently placed an I got C to stand on the small platform in front of it while I secured her ankles to the hooks in a twenty past eight position and her wrists in a ten to two position. The couple to whom I had been talking had joined me and a few other people too so we were surrounded by a small crowd, I yanked the top of her dress down so revealing her tits for all to see and tugged up the hem of her dress displaying her crotch covered only with chains.

"You will learn to speak when granted permission to do so and at no other times" I barked in her face and swung the circular board around by 180 degrees so leaving her upside down with her pussy at chest level. 

I turned to the crowd " My slave has annoyed me " I announced "I will leave it to you to use her as you wish until she has learned her lesson"

Immediately the girl from the couple stepped forward and taking hold of C 's pussy she opened it wide and darted her tongue inside. her partner lay on the floor and inserted his cock in C 's mouth. Others stretched out to maul any other part of her anatomy which they could reach.

I stood back and watched . Her face was one of anguish as although she could not see the face of the person who was lapping out her pussy she could see the legs in stockings held taut by leather suspenders and C had confided in me that she had no experience with another girl and was not keen on the thought. What a stupid thing to tell me. After about 20 minutes the crowd were starting to move on in search of more deprivation and I signalled for C to be released and brought back to me. I was now sat with an attractive blonde in a black PVC basque and stockings, she was a well known dominatrice and I signalled to C to kneel at our feet . this C is a lady who would like to have you stay with her on your next trip north she has some ideas to try out on you. "In the meantime show her how grateful you are to be considered for such an honour", as I spoke my companion opened her thighs wide and pulled C by the hair to a position nestled between her thighs and forced the back of C 's head hard up against her own crotch . "Now eat me out my dear and I'll see how much training you need"

Seldom have I seen any girl who professes not to be bi set about licking a pussy with such enthusiasm she herself lifted the other girls legs onto her shoulders to give greater access, her fingers too were well in evidence as they advanced to widen the accessibility and to explore her anus which also from time to time received the attentions of her tongue, there could not have been a single crevice left unexplored.

Sensing someone behind her she lifted herself high on her knees and parted them so that the stranger could crawl beneath and give her the same ministrations. the person was girl and someone's cock soon filled HER cunt & he had his balls licked by another girl. Someone crawled to my side and began eagerly licking at my own hard cock.

Within minutes everybody at the club were either penetrated or penetrating and there was a long line of bodies each linked to a dozen or more directly or indirectly as hands and mouths paid attention to any exposed part of anothers anatomy.

The girl beside me began shuddering and at last screamed in ecstasy and C withdrew a proud look on her face and proceeded to crawl among the bodies both male and female eagerly licking up any fanny juice or spunk which was lying around or in anyone.

I took her back to the hotel and this time did not chain her up and after one last savage act of buggery I left her sleeping.

I returned the next morning at about 11am and could hear sounds of pleasure from within. Opening the door quietly I could see a strange girl her clothes scattered around the floor lying on the bed with C astride her and they were busy performing a 69 .

It was a few minutes before C noticed my presence and she pulled the other girl up " Sue, this is my master, but sadly I have to leave today so I want you to attend to any of his needs that he may have until I return so turn around and kneel so that he may introduce himself to you properly. Remember I am your mistress now as he is my master.

To my astonishment the girl immediately complied.

I discovered later that C had woken and decided that she needed room service Sue had been sent by reception but as she was about to go off duty the two girls had had time to chat and C had told Sue all about her weekend at which Sue had become excited and one thing led to another.

Three exhausting hours later Sue and I saw C off on the train back to normality and as she left having given us both strong French kisses she had said " Now remember Sue WHATEVER he wants he gets." 



The Story of Caya



Catherine's eyes blinked awake momentarily. She was lying on her side with her head resting under her palms, her legs curled upward; everything around her was dark and shaking. She was confused at first but as the sleep cleared from her eyes, thoughts of what had happened to her after the auction had taken place came back to her in bits.

An armed militant had led her back to her room and once again locked the door once she'd been inside. There she had remained like the previous night. She had been fed sumptuously, not knowing the fate of her parents or of the others. The following morning, being today, they had come for her and led her through a side door out to the back of the compound. They had chained her ankles and wrists then pushed her to climb into the back of a lorry with a tarpaulin cover to shield her from the sun; an armed man had climbed onboard to watch over her as the vehicle started its engine and soon was on the move. The road was hard and plenty of time she had complained and grumbled to no one in particular from the bumps she got as the vehicle jostled and drove over the rugged terrain. The armed bandit in the vehicle with her laid his rifle over his thighs. He looked at her occasionally but she couldn't detect any hint of light in his eyes. The combined weight of the ankle chains and the ones on her wrists were overbearing; she couldn't dare bring herself to jump from the vehicle even if she tried. Having nothing else to do she lay on her side on the open section of the lorry and tried to catch some sleep. She had taken a shower before they came and took her from her room but as she tried to catch some sleep she could perceive the foul smell coming from her and from her hair. Wherever she was being led to, she knew it would be nothing compared to where she had just left.

How long was she asleep, she couldn't tell. The last time she looked at her watch or anything that told her the time was like a century ago, back when she'd been comfortable with herself at the resort's camp while listening to the sound of her parents fucking in their assigned tent room. She sat halfway up opened her mouth and yawned. She rubbed her finger at her eyes, saw her armed occupant push back the tarpaulin clothing to gaze outside. The lorry drew to a slow stop. The armed militant indicated at her to remain where she was as he then pushed the tarpaulin wrap halfway aside and jumped out the back of the lorry. There was exchange of words, all in the same language they'd spoken to each other with back when they'd kidnapped her. Catherine could hear what sounded like other vehicles and lots of people either milling about of going about their own way. she struggled to sit up with her back against the lorry's bucket seat, if only she could just spy outside to know where she was.

Suddenly the tarpaulin wrap got pulled up and three men stuck their faces past it and looked at her. They had nothing but animosity in their eyes. They unlatched the back lock of the lorry and brought her down, unmindful of the shackles digging into her skin. She saw that she was in the middle of a courtyard. In front of her were a wide stairs leading into a mansion. There were lush garden with dynamic types of flowers on either side of the courtyard and people were bent over attending to them. Catherine was surprised to see that the servants were all white.

"Let's go!" one of the bandits barked at her, startling her from what she was looking at.

One of the militant men led the way forward while another marched behind her. The sound of her shackles scratching against the ground as she walked up the stairs followed them. A white servant wearing a white shirt and pants held the door open for them. He bowed his head as the bandits walked past him, not looking up until they had entered the house and then he closed the door and disappeared to whatever corner of the house from where he'd appeared from.

The floor of the house was marble and the sound of the foot echoed as they went further into the household. The one in front came to a large pair of twin doors and pushed the doors open and indicated at Catherine to step inside.

"Your Mistress wants to see you." 

The bandit grinned at her as she walked past him nervous and shaky at whomever she was about to meet in the room. She walked in and nearly jumped when she heard the door close behind her.

It was a spacious living room with lots of French windows opened through which she had a near unsheltered view of the backside of the estate. The furniture were thick and cream-coloured, matching the curtains. A smell of incense percolated around the room; from hidden speakers in the wall wafted a piano concerto. Everything about the room spoke of wealth. She stood in the centre with her hands holding each other, not knowing what else to do except train her eyes around. There were three other doors at either end of the room. While she stood there some seconds later one of these doors opened and in walked a talk black woman dressed in equestrian gear with black booths and a riding crop in her gloved hand. Two servants trailed behind her, one male and the other female, both of them Caucasian, blonde-haired, and dressed in white shirt and pants. They bore some resemblance to each other like only brothers and sisters would. 

The black woman circled around Catherine, looking her up and down and all over; the two servants stood next to each other closer to the door waiting. There was a listlessness in their eyes as if they were on drugs and that they weren't really there. Catherine would later learn that this was how the black Mistress preferred her servants to behave when in her presence—never are they to reveal any form of emotion or make as if they were observing anything, or else they would have their hides turned raw from what she would punish them with. 

The black Mistress had a statuesque built about her: wide shoulders, well proportioned hips with long pair of legs. She walked with a certain nimbleness like only a model would. Her complexion was chocolate. Her hair tied behind her head in a bun. She had piercing dark brown eyes; Catherine felt intimidated by her presence. She came and stood in front of her, taking her hands out of her gloves. She slapped Catherine's face with the pair of gloves; Catherine winced from the painful contact of the gloves as there was nothing she could do about it. The Mistress' eyes burned with anger at her.

"How dare you look at me that way, slave?" the Mistress barked at her and once again lashed at her with her hand gloves. "Remove that pitiful look from your eyes at once, bitch! Remove them right now or I'll get a knife and cut those eyes out your face for you. Don't think I won't do it—I've done it before to a former bitch slave who looked just like you. Lazy and incompetent. You're not the lazy or incompetent type, are you?"

"No ... no, ma'am," Catherine replied.

The Mistress slapped her face once again. "Don't you dare 'ma'am' me, slave. Whenever you address me, and only when necessary, you will refer to me as Mistress Tiffany. Is that clear, or should I keep slapping it into your head?"

"No, Mistress Tiffany!" Catherine shouted out her answer. "No, Mistress. I hear you perfectly."

"This is my home, slave. My plantation. I manage it when my husband—your black Lord and Master Wale—isn't around. For now he's away on business, but will return soon enough to see what new slaves he has acquired. But know that every black man and every black woman you meet in here is both your master and mistress. Until then, know that you are no longer that which you once were before you were brought here. This is your new home, this will be your new life, and you're to stick with it for as long as your worthless life is mine to use and do away with whenever I so choose. I do not tolerant disobedience, stubbornness, laziness or any negative form of dereliction of duty. From this moment on, you're nothing close to a cockroach I would step on anytime. Should you disobey my words or fail to leave up to expectations, or at any time in the near future indulge your pea-brained mind to concoct some form of rebellion, I will snatch the life out of you." Mistress Tiffany shot her hand out and grasped Catherine's throat, making her utter a squawk of surprise. "And don't think that I won't end you life if I so desire to. Do I make myself clear to you, bitch slave?"

Catherine felt droplets of the woman's spit land on her face. The Mistress was a beautiful woman, but seeing her this way was like being up-close to a dragon. Catherine could only wonder what her husband might be like.

"You will be given a quarters to stay and fitting clothes to wear. Your clothes will be the same outfit as that you were giving back at the auction house along with a pair of whites to wear only on announced occasions. Today is a special day which is why my servants are dressed in white. A rooster will be drawn for you and the other new servants. Whatever job detail your name falls on, that's what you will do. No exceptions. Am I getting through to you so far?"

Catherine nodded her head at the same time answered: "Yes, Mistress."

"As I said already, this will be your new home, and in this new home there are rules you're never supposed to break aside from the ones specifying your work. You are not to fraternize with any of the male slaves. As long as you're here, you don't know them and they too know nothing of you. Should you be caught fraternizing, you will be punished severely for it. You're never to refuse your Master or Mistress with whatever you demand of you. Those are the two main rules I will give you for now. The others, you'll learn as time goes on. Your female slave companions who've been here already will brief you on that. Like Shawana here," she turned towards the white girl slave. "Tell me, Shawana, does our latest slave look like an obedient one?"

"Yes, Mistress, she does," the slave known as Shawana answered.

"Hmm, perhaps a little demonstration is necessary. Shawana here in my top slave," Mistress Tiffany said to her. "She's been with me going six years now. Soon you're going to be just like her: obedient and dutiful in every way. And should you so much as think of escaping, I will personally flay your skin and let the vultures feast on you. Shawana, take off your top and show her what I mean."

The white girl stepped forward, her fingers unbuttoned her shirt and she freed it and turned around to show her back to Catherine who invariably whimpered and choked on the pocket of air that arose in her throat as she saw the lines of stretch marks she knew were horsewhips that serrated her backside. They looked like tiny rivers all criss-crossed over each other. Mistress Tiffany licked her lips in delight at the evident fear that lit Catherine's eyes.

"You see that, bitch? That was what happened to Shawana the first time she tried to run away. She got as far as three miles from here when my boys caught up with her. That was her first time and since then there hasn't been a second. Learn from that, slave girl. And keep that pussy of yours tight for now."

Shawana waited for the Mistress to tell her to wear her shirt back on before she did and then told her to lead Catherine away. 

***

Her real name wasn't Shawana, she explained to Catherine as she led her out of the mansion house and out into the bright sun and walked down a gravelled path towards the south-west section of the compound, past a row of trees where a row of squatter-like structures stood. She could barely remember much about her former life. The little she remembered she relayed to Catherine as they approached the structure building where she and the rest of the female slaves in the compound stayed; there was another squatter-like structure similar to this one on the other side of the compound that was reserved for the men. 

She couldn't recall her real name anymore, although she knew it comes close to the present one she had which Black Mistress Tiffany had given her. Mistress Tiffany was responsible for naming every white bitch-slave or white boi-slave that was under her staff. She told Catherine that very soon she too will be given her own. She and her boyfriend had visited the country to do some mountain-climbing. It had happened while they'd been out in the woods: these armed bandits had taken them hostage and then they'd ended up just as Catherine and her people had. Where was her boyfriend now? Catherine enquired. Shawana turned to her and said: "I don't have a boyfriend anymore. I have Black Masters now. You will too very soon."

Catherine stopped at that. "I don't ... I don't understand."

Shawana looked at her and smiled. "Don't worry, slave. In time, you will."

They passed other white women slaves along the way. They all wore near-naked clothing just like she, and they all had dog leashes clipped to a choker on their neck. A black man came out of the building rudely pulling at the end of a dog leash attached to a white woman-slave's neck. She was a redhead and she displayed no restrain at all as the man took her away. Catherine watched them go, frightened. 

"What was that about?" she asked Shawana.

"Going to fuck her and maybe breed her," she answered nonchalantly as she led Catherine into the building. "Don't worry, slave. In time you'll get used to it."

Catherine cringed. "No, I never will. I'd rather be raped."

"Don't worry, they'll do that too."

The squatters building was a one-storey crumbling affair with the red bricked walls looking burnt and falling apart. Much of the windows were cracked or broken. It looked like the sort of place to hide refugees or illegal aliens. Catherine looked up and she saw holes up in the ceiling; the inner walls looked soggy and wet. They passed other white women slaves on the way, some said hello and others went about doing their thing; few of the women were Asian. They looked like they were in an all-girl's frat house waiting for college guys to come take them out or something. 

Up the stairs they went and walked down a long corridor with rooms alongside it, although there weren't any sign of doors except for piece of cloth draped over the space where a door should be. There was the sound of fucking coming from behind some of the curtained doorways. Shawana stopped at one of them and pulled back the curtain. A black man was inside fucking a white slave. The black man turned his head and growled at the two women who'd just interrupted his sex. Shawana bowed her head reverently; she pulled at Catherine's arm, indicating for her to do the same thing. Catherine caught the gesture and obeyed.

"Sorry to interrupt you, Master," said Shawana with her head lowered. "Please forgive our interrupting you."

"Fucking slave bitches!" the black man cursed at them and told them to come in and get down on their knees.

Both young women entered the room, their hands pressed against their thighs, looking dutiful and submissive, and slipped down to their knees and waited for his next instruction. The black man cursed at them once more, told them he would be right there to handle them, and went back to what he was doing. 

The white woman-slave he'd been fucking had all the while been stroking his shaft and rubbing her pussy with the other hand, keeping it further wet for him. She would be punished if he encountered that her pussy had gotten dry. He came down on the bed and they both gasped as his cock slipped back into her cunt. He half sat up, held one of her leg on his shoulder and thrust his cock back and forth into her wet pussy. The white-slave responded resoundingly from the might of his pick filling her up. The man groaned and gritted his teeth as the bitch's pussy tightened more around his shaft. He ran his hand over her white skin while still keeping with his thrusting action.

"Dirty slave white bitch! That's what you are ... Uhhggghhh ... that's what slaves like you will always be!"

The woman wouldn't stop panting and rotating her hips against him. "Yes ... yes, master! Fuck your slave, master!"

Catherine tried to turn her eyes away from the fucking that was happening but her peripheral vision captured everything. She turned to look at Shawana and was shocked and surprised to hear her exhaling deeply. Her eyes were fixated on the activity before them, and unlike Catherine, she wasn't feeling shy about it at all. Catherine looked down at her hands and saw that she had undone the top button of her white pants and was fondling her crotch. She took out her hand and licked at her finger, moaning while she did, then returned it back into her pants.

On the bed, the black man's body now glistened with copious sweat as he went on fucking the white slave under him. He pulled out of her and roughly pulled her up to her feet and made her bend the over way, presenting her buttocks at him. He slapped the head of his cock on top of her ass. The slave bitch wiggled her ass invitingly at him. The black master grinned as he slid the mushroom-shaped head of his prick followed by some inches of his cock into her waiting hole; the slave groaned at the same time gripped the sheets of the bed as his thrusts pushed her back and forward. His hands slapped her ass cheeks hard. One hand pulled at her thigh each time she pushed forward as if wanting to escape the feel of his cock. Shawana pushed her pants down her thighs and now Catherine's eyes switched from her rubbing and finger-fucking her pussy to the animalistic sex happening in front of her. The smell of their sex filled the room; she inhaled the sweetness of the white slave's pussy juice mixed with the black man's sweat. He came up on the bed, planted both legs against the side of the slave's thighs and grunted as he thrust his cock deep inside her. the bitch slave could do little except groan from the exercise, enjoying the feel of the superior man's cock filling her wet hole. 

"Ahhhgggghhhhh ... Aaaggggghhhh ... Master! Ohhhh, fuck me, Master!"

The Master grabbed the slave bitch's hair and pulled her face up to look at her. "Where you want your Master to pour his cum into, slave?"

"Uhhhgggg ... in me, Master ... I want ... I want your cum in me, sir!"

"That's what I wanted to hear, slave."

He pushed her head down on resumed fucking her hard. He was gasping with effort now, his body thick with sweat. Shawana was finger-fucking herself faster in rhythm with his actions, willing herself to cum simultaneously. 

"Fuck the slave, Master," she too echoed. "Breed her, Master!"

The sound of his palm slapping against the slave's ass resounded in Catherine's ears. The bitch pushed her butt with vigour towards the black man, moaning with excitement. The man then pulled her up, exhaling a lengthy groan as he pumped his full tank of cum inside her. The bitch slave pulled her hands back to hold her black Master against her and she too moaned sharply with pain and ecstasy as she felt the floodgates of her womb open to receive more and more of what he was shooting inside her. 

"Thank you, Master," she murmured amidst her moans. "Thank you so much, Master."

He allowed her to fall down on the bed. His cock slipped out of her, wet with her cum stain but still erect. Catherine marvelled at the sight of his prick: so long and sturdy. She had seen her boyfriend Michael's cock numerous times, had even held it once when he talked her into jerking him a little, though she would attest that this black warrior's cock was unlike any she had seen. It made her jaw come loose and for some reason she couldn't take her eyes away from it. The black man was still gasping, getting his breath back in order when he turned towards as if some idea just occurred to him. He came off the bed and approached them.

"You two bitches get over here and wet this dick some more for me now!" he barked at both of them.