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What Goes Around Comes Around

By: jon.hayworth



A Biker who is a Psychic sounds like a contradiction in terms, but that describes me. Except that because of a busted up leg, (a country road, a farmer on a tractor - but that is another tale) these days I ride a trike.

Being a Psychic, people say that I should have seen it coming, but I did not. Until she walked out I thought Laura's cunt was wet with anticipation when I got home from work. Now I know her snatch had been lubricated by one or other of my so called bro's. - So much for biker solidarity.

Then the bitch went to her lawyer and in no time she was set to walk back in, and I would have to support her and the kid!

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!! I decided.

I have always had a dream, and it was time to make it come true. I jacked-in the Call-Centre job - no more having to talk to a script.

I went back to the house. My former home, now her home. "Sure you can stay for a night or two, until your ready to go." She said. To which I assured her I was leaving next day.

It was almost a romantic scene, as by candle light we watched TV, smoking some grass and drinking the couple of bottles of wine I had bought. Everything was going to plan, Laura could never resist a smoke or drink - or sex!

By eleven Laura was stoned, I had hardly drunk anything, nor had I smoked much of the grass. She did not resist when I pulled her T-shirt over her head, nor when her breasts fell free as I removed her bra. One brush of my palm and her nipples sprang erect.

She mumbled a half-hearted protest when I pulled down her jeans and panties. I picked up the bottle tipped some more wine into her mouth. I put my hand between her legs. As always her cunt was dripping.

I fingered my broad belt. I imagined the joy that I would get from leathering her. I imagined the heavy leather cracking loudly, leaving broad red/blue-black stripes where it cut and bruised her ample tits. The marks and damage the heavy brass buckle would inflict as it slammed into her hairy mons.

Excited by the thought I knelt by her head, got out my prick and began to jack myself off. I opened her mouth and came into it. There was a feeling of delightful lasciviousness seeing her lying there, spunk dribbling from her parted lips.

To work getting my revenge. I had no intention of permanently harming her in a physical sense, but I wanted her to remember for a long time. I wanted her to hurt like I hurt.

I have a penchant for bald pussies, sometimes Laura shaves, but then she lets it grow again. If it was not for my insistence I don't think she would shave. From the density of the growth, I reckon Laura had not shaved for the last couple of months. With a bald pussy she would remember me. I was going to fetch a razor when I caught sight of the candles.

I collected together the other paraphernalia that I would want later. She would not forget me or tonight for a long time.

I lay her on her back, legs open. I picked up the candle holder, the well of the broad candle was a pool of molten wax. I held the candle about two feet above her and tilted it. The wax cooled as it fell, setting hard as it touched her skin. Eventually from her navel down she was covered in a multi-coloured sheet of wax that ran between her legs terminating in a pool on the carpet under her ass. I smoked a cigarette while I waited to be sure the wax had set. I straddled her pinning her shoulders to the floor. She awoke protesting. "Shut-up bitch." I snapped. I dug my fingers between her skin at her waist and began to slowly lift. I could feel each individual hair let go. She screamed. I continued to lift. Her struggles were a turn-on, the old man was twitching into life. I continued peeling the coating away. Her screams reached a crescendo as the wax pulled free of her labia.

From waist down her skin was as smooth as a freshly plucked chicken and glowed every hue of red. Beneath me Laura was screaming comments about my illegitimate parentage, something that never worries me. I got my throbbing prick out and jacked myself off, the creamy spunk landed sizzling on her abdomen. "Feel that. Now you really are naked bitch."

I dragged her to her feet, pushed her over to the back of a fire-side chair. Non too gently I draped her over it. She tried to get away when she saw the rope, a nudge in the ribs dissuaded her. "Do as I say or you will really suffer."

"Don't hit me. Don't use your belt or the cane." She pleaded.

She relaxed when I assured her I was not going to hit her. I roped her forearms to the wooden arms of the chair. I parted her legs and roped them to the rear legs of the chair.

I selected her smallest vibrator put in brand new Duracell batteries. I smeared it with K-Y, turned it on, then carefully inserted into her anus. I picked up the thick wooden rolling-pin, anointed it with more K-Y and slowly worked it between her swollen red labia and into her cunt. She gasped with shock then ecstasy, moisture dripped from her cunt onto my fingers as slowly turning the wooden pin as I eased it deep into her womb. I wrapped a broad crepe bandage around her waist, then brought it under her belly, between her legs anchoring it to the bandage at the back of her waist. Now, try as she might she would not be able to expel either the rolling-pin or the buzzing vibrator.

I went into the hall picked up the phone and dialled. It rang and rang, but I hung on until eventually Sprocket answered. "Sprocket you'd better get over to Laura's she's in a bit of a situation."

"Hey I don't want no trouble man." My onetime friend whined.

"No trouble two minutes and I'm out of here. But Laura needs your help. She's a bit tied up at the moment or she would have called herself." I put the phone down before I started laughing.

I dialled her friend Chrystal and said more or less the same thing.

The night before I had loaded the trike, I went out and hitched up the folding caravan. Went back in checked Laura's bonds. "I'm gone, don't worry you won't be like this for long, Sprocket and Chrystal are on their way over."

I thumbed the starter button and moved off into the early morning. Before I reached the end of the street I saw Chrystal her high heel boots clicking on the pavement as she hurried towards the house. I grinned, now everyone would know Chrystal nice as she was could not control her mouth. 

I was Peter Fonda, heading out on the highway - well twisty two lane British "A" roads, this is a "west coast biker story" as in Cornwall England.

A couple of phone calls and I was booked into a Steam Rally. It was only a small one but at short notice there was little choice. The night before the Rally started I set up my pitch. The trailer unfolded to become a scaled down gypsy caravan, a Romany varda. 

The field was alive with the sound of asthmatic Traction Engines, wheezing stationary engines, music from superannuated fairground rides, crackling motorcycles, geriatric trucks and cars of all ages. The boiler-suited men walked around talking about Stephenson Reversing Gear, differentials and other mechanical matters. The women in the main were a disconsolate lot - who can blame them - the only nipples their men thought about were grease nipples. 

As I made myself a cup of tea a woman stopped, looked at the varda. "Fortune Teller are you?"

I looked her up and down and up again. Long skirt, gingham blouse covering reasonable sized breasts, minimal make-up, her long hair was swept back and twisted up at the back of her head. Well passable for a woman in her mid-forties. I should be so critical, I was no oil painting myself. "If you say so."

"Will you tell me mine?"

"If you've got your money."

She sat down and I handed her a cup of tea. I was only being sociable, I read the cards or a crystal ball not tea leaves. I took the note from her put it in my wallet and handed her the cards. "Shuffle them, with your left hand cut them into three piles then put them together again."

I turned the cards up one at a time, before me sat one unhappy lady. Her husband was obsessed with his hobby. He was also mean with his money. When I told her this I had a twinge of guilt, I knew that she had scrimped and manipulated money to put aside the sum she had given me. I carried on with the reading. When I had finished I gave her back her money - sometimes it is wrong to take and this was one of them.

Many would say that I was not so ethical when I got her to hold my majic stone. I knew that she was a woman on the verge of having an affair a woman who wanted sex and affection. If I had been ethical I would not have used my powers, but I did. As she held the stone I closed my eyes concentrated my thoughts, projected myself psychically into her mind, my thoughts became hers. As my mind caressed her breasts she sighed. Her skirt moved her knees parted as my thoughts caressed her pussy. Her breathing became slower deeper as she experienced the delights I could induce. When I was sure that she had climaxed I slowly released her.

When she got up to go her eyes were all-knowing when I said. "If you need anything I'm here all weekend."

As always at these events the beer tent was doing a roaring trade, - I don't drink a lot when I'm working, it interferes with my psychic energy. I was nursing a glass of beer-shandy listening to the third-rate Country duo, guitar and keyboards, belting out all the old favourites. I was thinking their real problem was neither could sing when a hand fell on my shoulder, "meet me outside lover," I turned but she was gone. I downed the remains of my drink and made my way out.

"Here." She called from the shadow of a tarpaulin covered Showman's Engine. I went over.

She was like a bitch on heat, smothering my face with kisses, her hands urgently trying to loosen my belt.

I grasped her wrist. "Let's get away from here." I led her back to my varda. When we were inside I said to her, "What's brought this on?"

"You know this evening you fucked me with your mind and I came. I've never cum before now I want you to fuck me properly."

I was still making up the bed when she slipped off her clothes, by the time the bed was ready she had pulled off my shirt, undone my belt and slid down my zip. Stepping out of my jeans and pants I shoved her onto the bed.

Her loosened her hair fanned across the pillow framing her oval face. Her large brown eyes were wide open as she awaited my next move, her lips were invitingly parted. Her body was in as good as I had imagined, legs still shapely and defined with muscle tone, hips broad but not fat, waist a little thick. Her breasts were larger than I had thought well rounded and firm, crowned by a large brown aureole and her nipples were tantalising erect teats.

I knelt on the bed between her legs, she moaned as I enveloped one of those teats with my mouth. As I sucked and licked she began to move her hips in a circular grinding motion. I moved a hand down through the thick fleece that covered her flat belly, between her legs she was already wet. "Don't tease lover get in me." She whispered in my ear.

I raised myself and reached under the pillow for a condom. "What are you waiting for?"

"One of these."

"No I want you not a piece of rubber. Fifteen years of a perfunctory poke on high days and holidays. If I take a lover I want my brains fucked out. I want to feel your hot spunk splattering high up inside me." No sooner had she said the words than I was entering her. She was so tight I could not doubt the truth of what she had said.

She gasped when I lifted her legs and drove deep into her. We screwed like bunny rabbits, my balls slapping against the cheeks of her arse each time I drove into her. For someone who claimed she had so little sex, she moved like a courtesan, using her hips to respond to my every thrust. Contrary to rumours bikers can be gentlemen, and like a gentleman I held back maximising her enjoyment, and to be honest my enjoyment of her enjoyment.

Eventually I could no longer contain myself I felt my prick twitching as the spunk shot from me in a series of satisfying spurts. With a soft plop my limp prick fell from her. I rolled off and we lay side by side holding one another in our arms and kissing. The gentleness contrasting with the violence of our coupling. It was then I realised I knew nothing about this woman. "What's your name?"

She giggled. "Shit we've just made the most superb love and we don't even know each others names. Mine is Amanda but everyone calls me Mandy."

"I'm called Donald, but I answer to Don." I responded.

"Well we are introduced now I can get you hard again." She slivered down kissing my body until she reached my groin. She began sucking my prick. I wriggled my way around to fasten my mouth on her wet cunt, on my tongue I could taste our mingled juices.


As soon my prick was hard and rampant she pushed me onto my back straddled me and impaled herself on it. She guided my hands to her breasts. I rolled her teats between my forefingers and thumbs as she bounced up and down enthusiastically riding me. This time my urgency to cum had gone and by thinking of other things I could last longer. Eventually I could hold out no longer. My hips rose from the mattress driving into her as tingling from my balls the spunk coursed up and into her.

We again lay holding one another. "What about your husband won't he miss you?"

"Did you have to remind me? I was in Paradise and you mention that old sod, he's probably drunk curled up with his real love - a nineteen fifty-six Coffee Pot Scammel. And if he's not who cares. He won't providing I'm there making him a fried breakfast. That is all I am to him - a bloody housekeeper." Mandy paused then kissed me. "I've wasted twenty odd years married to him. Took second place to his truck for fifteen of them. No I should have done this years ago and I am not stopping now, do me again lover."

Now some things are possible and some things only possible in fiction and three times in as many hours fell into the second category. Suck as she might there was no way she was going to get a full blown erection, so she had to settle for my fingers and hand. "Don't you want to lick me."

"Well yes but …"

"But what lover."

"To tell the truth I prefer women who have shaved and yours is luxuriant."

"Shave me." Was her response.

"What about your husband."

"He'd never remember if I shaved or not."

She had to say no more, I put the kettle on, located my razor and shaving foam. When the kettle boiled I settled down to the barbering job. With a pair of nail scissors (the only scissors I had), I trimmed her bush. Then I wet the stubble, squirted on the foam and with long strokes of the razor began to remove it from her abdomen. Between her legs was more fiddly and problems arose when she began to wriggle as the sensation on her labia made her cum. "Lover you could shave me all night and all day." She murmured as she came for the umpteenth time. When the depilation was complete I sponged away the last traces of the foam and hair detritus and went down on her.

Her body arched and twisted like someone being tortured as she came. "Lover I never knew I was so sensitive down there." She said as she lay back temporarily sated. "I am never going to let the hair grow there again. Are you going to do me again?" The woman's liberated libido was insatiable, my prick was still limp and my tongue sore, and we had had no sleep. To my suggestion that we get some sleep she pleaded. "Just once more please." 

I really was physically incapable, couple of hours sleep and maybe but right now I was totally knackered. There was only one solution. "Mandy I promise you ecstasy. Just lie down and close your eyes, slightly open your legs." I instructed her. From the shelf above the bed I got down the crystal. I called upon my guides to give me enough power to sate her desires. I held the rock about two inches above her body and began to move it over the erogenous zones. Making a circular movement over her breasts, she began to moan and sigh. Slowly I moved down over her belly to where her legs parted. She screamed as she flung her legs apart. "Oh lord I have never ever ever had an experience like that." She gasped as someone hammered on the door.

"What's going on?" A man's voice demanded.

"It's cool." I called.

"Who are you fighting with?"

"We're not fighting, just got a bit carried away."

"Something's going on." Chimed in another voice - a woman. "And I'm not going until I know what."

"Oh shit it's Doreene." Mandy whispered.

"I told you we just got a bit carried away." I reiterated.

"Whose we? I'm going to find out." 

Before I could do anything Doreene flung the door open. Mandy had pulled the covers over her head leaving only her feet visible. "Oh you've got a woman in here have you." She sniffed. "You did not arrive with one, so who is it?"

"A friend and now madam would you kindly remove yourself from my varda." I answered indignantly.

This woman was insistent and insensible. "Why did she scream? Why's she hiding her face? Were you beating her? I want some answers."

"Now look here …" I began.

"It's no good you will never shut her up." Mandy said throwing off the covers revealing her nakedness. "Seen enough Doreene, the screaming was me getting my rocks off with Don something I have never done with your brother. Don meet Doreene my sister."

And that is how I ended up with a new woman. We spent the whole summer living out my dream touring the steam rallies and country fairs. She gave up shaving and got me to wax her with candle wax. Oh yea she went to a lawyer and at the end of summer under her divorce settlement we moved into her old house. - What goes around comes around!

What Goes Around Comes Around



"Honey, let me tell you before I forget, Carol is coming over for thanksgiving dinner." My wife, Lisa, informed me.

"Is her husband coming with her?" I asked.

"It will be only her and the others I have invited." She said.

I knew Carol was a good friend of my wife. We have met in town and other places and mostly said hello when we met. I have seen her in the company of her husband at different times. Something had changed and I remembered that they no longer went anywhere together. You would see one of them but not the other. 

Carol is forty two years old, five foot two inches tall. Her breasts are large and firm. With her attire, every time I saw her she had never shown any cleavage. She filled out the jeans she wore and she liked to wear them tight. 

After we had our noon meal and watched some football, the guests begin to leave. Soon there was no one left but Carol, Lisa, and I. Lisa likes to play dominoes and had asked us if we would play a few games with her. I had gone to the fridge and got each one of us a beer. Sitting at the table we played several games of dominoes. 

I would looked over at Carol, and when she saw that Lisa wasn't looking, she would wink at me. After about two beers each they both had to go to the bathroom. Lisa went first, and as soon as Carol heard the bathroom door close, I felt her hand on my thigh. She moved her hand up and felt of my cock through my jeans. I left her hand there as she squeezed my cock. 

When she heard the bathroom door open she removed her hand and placed them on the table. Lisa sat back down and Carol went to the bathroom.

"So what did Carol have to say while I was gone?" Lisa asked.

"Only thing she had said was that she was going to have to watch how much she drank tonight." I said.

"She didn't ask you to fuck her?" She asked.

"No, why would she?" I asked.

"She has told me that her husband hasn't made love to her in over five months." Its not his fault, she just want let him have any." She said.

"I didn't know anything about that." I can't image a husband and wife living together and not having sex." I said.

"Give Carol time, she probably will make that comment again tonight." She said.

"You mean that she tells other people that her husband isn't fucking her?" I asked.

"She told me at one of the football games while you had gone to the concession stand." Sue said.

"Sssch here she comes." She said.

Twenty minutes later Lisa had to use the bathroom again. Just like the first time, I felt Carol's hand on my cock. She slid her chair closer to me and I watched as she undid the top two buttons on her blouse.

"I sure would like to feel your cock inside of me." She said.

"You would, would you, and is that the reason you undid those buttons on your blouse.?" I asked.

"I'm horny and hot, and if you want to we could go somewhere and you can take my blouse off." She said.

"I'll do more than just take your blouse off." I said.

"So you do want me?" She asked.

"It want be tonight, so why are you so horny?" I asked. 

"My husband hasn't fucked me in five months." She said.

"Why?" I asked.

"He doesn't do anything for me anymore." She said.

"So he hasn't had sex with you in five months, and how can you go that long without having sex at all?" I asked

"I have, but I would like for you to take me somewhere and fuck me." She said.

"Sure, I will be glad to fuck you." I said.

"Do you have any idea when you and I might be able to hook up?" She asked.

"I will call you and let you know." I said.

Lisa came back and sat down again and Carol informed us that she had to go. After she left, we went to the bedroom and made love. We talked afterwards about Carol.

"Did Carol ask you to fuck her tonight?" Lisa asked.

"No, she didn't." I said.

"If Scott isn't fucking her, somebody is, that I am sure of, because I do know that Carol likes to fuck." She said.

"About as much as you do, right?" I asked.

"I don't advertise for it like she does, anyways you have been the only man to fuck me." She said.

"I thought you told me that I wouldn't be the only man to fuck you." I said.

"That's what I said, and you aren't going to be, and I will bring you a cream pie home one night." She said.

"So you are going to fuck another man?" I asked.

"Yes, when the right one asks, I am going to put out to him, right now I don't have the time " She said.

"Will you tell me?" I asked.

"Not right after it happens, I might later on." "Anyways you told me that you didn't want to be the only man to fuck me." She said.

"I don't want to be the only man to fuck you." I said.

"You want be, I just hope you don't fuck Carol." She said.

"She's the kind of bitch that might blab it out somewhere that you fucked her." She said.

"Babe, I have no plans of ever fucking that bitch." I said.

But I did, Carol had slipped me her cell phone number on one of Lisa's trips to the bathroom. The last time she had gone, Carol and I had kissed on the lips. I had my hands under her blouse and on her tits when we heard the bathroom door open. 

That was on a Thursday night, the next night I gave an excuse to go to run an errand. To buy some gas or something. I called Carol and she said that she could meet me. We met on a dirt road in the country and just off the road in a farmer's field. I drove there and waited a few minutes for her to arrive. She parked besides of my truck and got in.

"Now I know why Lisa wanted this truck with four doors, so she can have her bed with her all the time." She said.

"I did overhear her sister ask Lisa one time if she could fuck in the front seat." I said.

"Lisa has been screwed on this seat, hasn't she?" Carol asked.

"I don't know but she told her sister that it could be done on both seats." I said.

"Are you ready to fuck me right now on this seat tonight?" Carol asked.

"We are going to fuck." I said as I put my hand over her shoulder and drew her toward me and kissed her on the lips.

We kissed and tongued each others mouth. Breaking the kiss she undid the buttons on her blouse and took it off. Reaching back, she undid her bra and took that off. I watched as she slid out of her jeans. She wasn't wearing any panties. Sitting on the seat nude, she undid my shirt and I removed it. Next I felt her hands on my belt and she unbuckled it and unsnapped my jeans. My shoes I had already removed. Down came my jeans and boxers.

Out in the country getting ready to fuck on the front seat of a truck brought back memories of my teen years fucking the high school whores. I would borrow dad's truck, pick a whore up, go park and fuck most of the night away.

"You have a condom?" she asked.

"Have you had sex with anyone besides your husband?" I asked.

"Yes, I have, one man that works the same shift I do." "But that's not the reason I want you to wear a condom." She said.

"You may not believe this, but my cock is to thick for a condom to fit properly and not be tight." I said.

"I don't use a condom at home and I haven't used any with the other married women that I have hooked up with." I said.

"Damn you are thick and long, you sure was telling the truth." She said as she sat there and stroked my cock.

"I told you they don't make a condom large enough for men like me that have a very thick cock." I said.

Nothing else was said as she lowered her mouth over my cock and began to take my cock into her mouth. I watched as she swallowed my cock inching more of it into her mouth. She was a pro at sucking cock, that was for sure. She released my cock and sat back on the seat.

"Sucking your cock has made me horny and wet." She said.

I slid over to her and took a nipple and began to suck on it. Massaging her boobs with my hand as I sucked each nipple.

"That sure feels good, fuck me." She said.

"There is no way I am going to leave here tonight without having your cock in me." She said as she shifted in the seat.

"Just lie down on the seat and I will give you a cream pie that you can take home with you." I told her.

"I want be taking it to him, he want be having sex with me." She said.

"Fuck me baby, its been too long since I had a cock in me, and I have never had one as thick and long as you are." She said.

"What you must be at least ten inches long and at least that thick?" Carol asked.

"You measure it." I said as I put her legs on my shoulders and shoved my cock into her.

"Easy baby, let me get used to it before you shove it all the way." She said.

"Give me some more baby." She said as she put her hands on my hips.

"Aaaaagggghhhhhhh!!!!!!!" She screamed as I shoved almost all of my cock into her tight hole.

I thought to myself for an instance, the next time I pull back out and go back into her, this slut is going to get all of my cock. She screamed as I shoved all of my cock deep into her and held it. I really couldn't drive my cock into her the way I would have liked to. The roof of the truck, the steering wheel, the seat with the doors closed didn't allow for much room to move around. I did manage to fuck her though.

"Damm that feels good, it doesn't hurt like it did." She said in a soft hoarse voice.

"Aaarrrrgghhh I'm cccuuummmmiinnngggg!!!!!!!!!" She screamed into my ear.

We both came at the same time. I gave her a big cream pie as I held my cock in her. She held me until my cock began to go limp and she let me pull out of her. As I got up and slid across the seat to the driver's seat, I felt her hand on my cock.

"Let me clean the cum off of your cock." She said right before her mouth slid down it. 

She cleaned my cock,licking and sucking all of the cum mixed with her juices off of it. We each began to get dressed. She slid her jeans on and a wet spot appeared in the crotch of the jeans. Then the bra and blouse soon followed but not before I had sucked her tits some more. She has a firm set that don't bounce or sag. 

"Thanks I surely did need to fuck tonight." She said.

"A married woman should never have to go with out cock especially if she isn't getting any at home." I said.

"With you around I want ever have to go without as long as I have." She said.

"Call me sometimes." She said as she opened the door and got out.

I didn't know at the time that when I said that a married woman should never have to go without cock that it would come back to haunt me. 

Carol hasn't been the only married woman that I have hooked up with since I have been married to Lisa. She was the first one that I had fucked on the front seat of a truck or car seat since my teenage years. As for as Lisa getting it on in the truck with another man, I didn't know. Only thing I know is, it can be done.

Two weeks later on a friday night I fucked Carol in a hotel room. We spent three hours there. 

Saturday morning when I checked my email, I had one from a woman that had an email address that read hotnhornynurse. She informed me that she and her lover had saw me drive up, park, and knock on the hotel room door. They both had watched as Carol let me in.

Her lover wanted to hook up with Lisa and she wanted to hook up with me. We emailed each other and we did hook up at the same hotel one friday. Her email address was right, she is a hot and horny nurse. This married slut couldn't get enough cock. Every email from her was about hooking up and finding a place to fuck.

One friday night Lisa got dressed and said that she was going shopping with her sister. I didn't say anything, but Lisa and her sister weren't wearing very much when they left the house. They both had revealing tops on that didn't hardly cover the nipples. Tight jeans and probably no panties. I had no reason to believe that she might be cheating on me.

Two hours later the house phone rang and I answered it.

"Hey buddy do you know were your wife is tonight?" A male voice asked.

"She's with her sister shopping." I told him.

"She's been shopping alright, she been looking for cock and she has found it and she has had a good fucking laid on her. I just fucked your wife and we are at Hotel 6, room 13." He said.

"Not my wife, you must be mistaken." I said.

"She came on the red truck, the same one she drives to work. The same truck that you came on to the hotel that night with Carol. Buddy, we are in the same room, on the same bed you and Carol screwed on." He said.

"Remember the lady that saw you and Carol that night at the hotel?" he asked.

"Yes, so what?" I asked.

"I was with her that night and I know that you fucked Carol that night." He said.

"So what I keep asking you?" I asked.

"Payback is hell sometimes; you are fucking Carol, you have fucked my slut, now we am fucking Lisa." He said.

"Lisa is a good fuck. Like I said, I have fucked her once tonight with my eleven inch cock. She is on the bed right now getting her pussy pounded by another man. If you will listen you can hear her moans of pleasure. There are five of us here to fuck your pussy. I am waiting my turn again to fuck her and give her another cream pie. I hope you have been enjoying the cream pies she has been bringing home to you the last three months." He stated to me.

"Oh by the way, you aren't the only one fucking Carol. My buddies and I had her last Monday night while her husband was at work. We screwed her in her bed. She is like the slut here, she can't get enough cock." He said.

"You bastard." I said.

"Just to let you know that I am telling the truth, Lisa has two tatoos, one on her left ass cheek and the other one on her right breasts." He said.

"She doesn't have a virgin ass anymore, another friend of hers took care of that for her. I would like to try her ass myself, but since I have a monster dick, I will keep stretching her pussy for her." He laughed.

"You sick bastard." I said.

"Call me whatever you want to, I have had your pussy. The pussy you thought another man would never have." He said.

"What's your fucking name?" I asked.

"Your wife calls me Stud, her stud I should say." he said.

"Hey I have to go, we told Tiny that he would have to be the last man to fuck your wife. He's getting ready to fuck her now. You wouldn't believe the cock that this black man has. He's long and huge, that's why we wanted him to go last. Wish you could see this, she acts like she doesn't want his cock. Two men have her shoulders pinned down. Her legs are on his shoulders. There he goes inside of her, its a good thing that she has a lot of cum in her. The slut is taking his cock, holy shit I can't believe it, the fucking slut is taking Tiny's cock." He said.

"Fuck you!!!!!" I said as I hung up the phone.

I somehow knew it was true, he was getting my pussy and probably had Carol's too. Me and my big mouth again. Just three months ago I had told Lisa that I didn't want to be the only man to fuck her. She had said that I was still the only one, but that was going to change. 

Then I remembered her saying, "After I have had your cock all these years, I don't believe that there is a cock longer and thicker than yours that I can't take. I will be fucked because you have put your cock into a pussy that you wasn't suppose to." She had said.

Then I remembered the promise I made to her that I would never fuck Carol. She found out from somebody and I got an idea who it was. 

Carol had told me one night that she had talked to a man that wanted to fuck Lisa. I had paid no attention to her. Now I knew Carol had blabbed it out to someone that I had fucked her in Hotel 6 and in room 13.

Was Lisa in the same room that Carol and I had been in that friday night and with five men like the caller had said?

Then there was aknock at the door and I got up to answer it. It was Lisa's sister, Dawn.

"Hi." I said as I opened the door.

"Can I come in?" She asked.

"Yes, is Lisa with you?" I asked.

"No, she is busy doing something else." She said.

"Would that something else be having sex with another man at a hotel?" I asked.

"Yes, but don't tell her that i told you." She said.

"I want." I said as I told her about the telephone call that I had just got, leaving out the name and room number of the hotel.

"He called and told you that he was fucking Lisa in a hotel room?" She asked.

"Yes, he did and its true because you were there wasn't you?" I asked.

"Yes it is true. She took me to get my car before she left to go to the hotel. She wanted me to follow her to the hotel." she said.

"So do you know what hotel and what room they are in?" I asked.

"Hotel 6, room 13." She said.

"Why this room, or do you know?" I asked.

"Lisa asked Carol when she came over to this house one day if she was having sex with you." She said.

"And so Carol spilled her guts to Lisa and gave her all the facts and details?" I asked.

"I was here and heard all that she said." She said.

"So why are you here tonight, Dawn?" I asked.

"Lisa told me at the hotel that if I couldn't find a man to have sex with tonight that I should come here and that you probably would fuck me." She said.

"I will be glad to fuck you Dawn if that's what you want." I said.

"Lisa was right, wasn't she, you have been wanting to get into my pants haven't you?" She asked.

"You are here, so you must be wanting me to get into them also." I said.

"I do, I want to have sex with you right now, in the same bed you and Lisa make love in." Dawn said.

"Lisa might come home any time and that wouldn't be good at all." I said.

"We are wasting time talking." She said as she pulled her top off revealing a large firm set of boobs. There was no bra to take off. She slid out of her jeans, no painties either.

"Let's go fuck." Dawn said as she led me down the hall and into the bedroom.

"Don't worry about Lisa coming home anytime soon. What the caller didn't tell you was there are five men with her in the room, she will be there all night." Dawn said before she put my cock into her mouth.

I fucked Dawn twice that night and she had three orgasms. 

"Where is Jack tonight?" I asked.

"My husband, Jack, oh he's one of the men at the hotel with Lisa tonight." She said.

"You could have stayed at the hotel, but you chose to give it to me instead, didn't you?" I asked.

"That's right, I can be there the next time Lisa plans a gang-fuck. Tonight I just wanted your cock." She said.

"I want you to do me a favor one night?" She asked.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Lisa told me how you like cream pies, I want you to give me a cream pie one night and let me take it back home to Jack." She said.

"Dawn, just let me know when." I said.

"I will." She said as she pulled her jeans on and finished dressing.

"Oh, I almost forgot, Lisa told me that you had a long and thick cock and you knew how to satisfy a woman." She said.

"She did, did she?" I asked.

"Yes and I want more of it." She said as she grabbed up her purse and went out the door.

I want more of her pussy too...........



What Goes Around Comes Around



To begin this story, I need to take you back about 10 years to when I was in college. My name is Rick and I attended a Division I school, where I was a member of their football program. I remember back to my freshman orientation and the first time I saw Marsha. She was stunning, with an incredible body, gorgeous face and piercing eyes that could melt you. 

Marsha was definitely in a league of her own when it came to looks. The problem was that she knew it too and carried herself around campus in that I'm too good for you, so don't even bother trying attitude. Every guy wanted her, but few would even approach her since she had a nasty habit of not only turning you down, but insulting you at the same time. She was a royal bitch, but an incredibly hot royal bitch. Marsha would also dress as provocatively as possible, as she loved to be a big cock tease to all of the guys on campus.

So, for my first three years, I was just like every other guy on campus that she would not give the time of day to. That all changed late in my junior year. We had just won the National Championship in football, and I had posted conference records in receptions and touchdowns receiving. Suddenly, the championship and the receiving records brought a lot of attention to our small university. By the time we were in our spring practices, the national and local media attention seemed constant, with many predictions of us repeating as Division I Championships. If that was not enough, there were even some analysts who felt that if I went to a larger school, that I would probably be one of the favorites to win the Heisman the next year. With all of that attention, suddenly Marsha began to take an interest.

At first, I really was not interested since she had been such a bitch for most of the past 3 years to me and everyone else, and I was trying to stay focused on my classes and football. Even with all of the hype that I was beginning to get around me, I knew I that I would probably not be able to play football much longer. All of the games in high school and college, many of which I played on offense and defense, had taken a toll on my knees and ankles. I was under 6 feet tall and had average speed that I felt was already showing signs of slowing down because of the injuries. 

I felt if the team had another strong year and I put up some good numbers again, I'd have a chance to get drafted in the NFL. But, I realized the odds of me staying there very long were not good, so it was important that I complete my degree and make the most out of any football opportunity that arose.

My coach knew of my constant aches and pains, so he did a nice job of keeping it very quiet and minimizing the amount of hits I took in practice. Our first game of my senior year was nationally televised and we beat a much larger school. I ended up having 15 receptions and 3 touchdowns in that game, so the media frenzy began. I was also getting constant attention from Marsha by then. She had gone from being a royal bitch to me, to wanting to be with me all of the time and even being somewhat cordial to my friends and team mates.

Now I'm not stupid, so I was well aware that it was not a coincidence that Marsha's attention to me came shortly after all of the attention I was getting from the media on football. I figured hey, I might as well have the hottest looking girl on the planet walking around with me. And to be honest, although she was a bit stiff in bed, looking down at her body as I fucked her was an incredible high.

After our team repeated as the Division I Champions and I surpassed my previous season's records, all of the attention (at least at my school) was on me for the NFL Draft. We even had a camera man at our house ready to take footage when (if) my name was called. Most analysts thought I would be a middle round pick, so we were all shocked when I was selected in the second round by the Chicago Bears. I was still concerned about how long I'd be able to play, so I was delighted to be able to sign a contract that had a fair amount of money guaranteed.

I don't think I was really in love with Marsha the person, but I certainly loved being with Marsha's body, so I proposed and we got married a few months later. As I feared would happen, the wear and tear on my legs limited my ability to contribute much to the Bears. After playing mostly special teams in my first season, I did get some action at receiver during my second year, but that was ended early with a knee injury. I tried coming back after surgery for my third year, but the Bears and I realized that the quick burst of speed off the line that I used to have was gone and I spent most of my third year on the Bears' practice squad before retiring from football after just 3 years.

The good news was that since I was not counting on a huge NFL income for several years, we had done a good job of spending wisely and making a few good investments. We had a very nice house, with a large pool and gorgeous yard. And, I had secured a job at one of the local Marketing companies, so things were looking ok. That is until Marsha began to miss the glamour and glitz of me being a small time celebrity. Soon, her bitchy edge had returned when she was around my friends and the outfits she would wear left nothing to the imagination. She was back to being a bitch cock tease. Having come from a family that truly believes in marriage, I was determined to make ours work...until...

We were having a party at our house to kick off the summer and had invited about 40 friends to join us. The party was scheduled from noon to 8, so most guests would stop in for a few hours depending on what their schedule was. Marsha looked as hot as ever when she came downstairs in the outfit she had chosen to wear for the party. She was wearing tight fitting bright yellow terry cloth shorts that looked amazing next to her long tan legs and around her great tight ass. On top, she had a light tan tube top, exposing her sexy tight abs and if you looked hard enough, you could see the outline of our areola through the top. 

Here's a little bit of information about a few of the guests that were coming to our party.

Sean was a friend of mine from our college days. He was black, about 6'2" and kept in great shape. Sean had recently been divorced and had moved in with another friend of ours named Kenny.

Kenny was a very successful Architect. He was 6' tall, always seemed to be working and never had time to date. Although he did not have time to work out, he kept himself in decent shape primarily be eating very healthy.

Lastly, there was Dennis. I would not necessarily say that Dennis was our friend, although we had known him for about 4 years. He was in the construction business which is how he met Kenny. Dennis was only about 5'6" tall, had a stocky build, was single, and probably one of the rudest / crudest guys I've ever met. He seemed pretty lazy to me, but apparently had tremendous luck when it came to money matters and had some very profitable developments that he led. The one thing that was appealing about Dennis is that he owned a very large party boat that he would captain around the lake we lived near.

Although we only officially invited Sean and Kenny, both of us knew that Dennis would probably attend as well, as the three of them hung out pretty regularly when Kenny was not working.

As expected, all three of them came together and quickly joined the others in eating, drinking and socializing. When I saw Dennis for the first time that day, he commented how incredible Marsha's ass looked in those shorts and that he would love to tap that. Had it come from anyone else, I probably would have punched him, but it's what I had come to expect from Dennis. He's crude, obnoxious, loud – just a real jerk. So, I just thanked him for the compliment.

Marsha was definitely enjoying herself. She was enjoying the food and drinks, but more importantly she had a huge house of guests that she could flirt with. Guys at the party were practically drooling as she stretched out, bent over to pick things up, or arched her back throughout the afternoon. At one point I saw her walk over to Dennis and him place a hand on her rear as she was talking to him. I decided to walk over just in case I need to defend my cock tease wife from the crude jerk.

Marsha was on the planning committee for her upcoming high school reunion and was hoping to get Dennis to let her host a girls only party on his party boat during the reunion weekend. When she asked him if he would do that for her, he thought for a few seconds before responding, he'd be happy to as long as every bitch would be topless while on his boat. If they agreed to that, not only would he provide the boat that he would captain for them, but he'd also supply the food and drinks.

You could tell by the expression on his face that he was very serious, and Marsha just replied to him that he is a disgusting classless pig.

With that, Dennis said that may be, but I'm a disgusting classless pig with a party boat that you want to use. He then gave her rear a light squeeze and walked away.

The party continued and at about 5 o'clock, Kenny told me that he has just been called to go meet with a client, so he was going to have to step out for a few hours. He expected to be back before 8, but wanted me to know since he had driven Sean and Dennis with him. I told him not a problem and that they could hang out with us until he finished up if the meeting goes longer than expected.

Sure enough, 8 o'clock came and the only guests remaining were Sean and Dennis. Kenny had called Sean and indicated it may now be closer to 10 before he finishes up.

Marsha, Sean, Dennis and I moved to our family room, after we had cleaned up a bit from the party. I can't even remember the exact comment that Dennis made, but it was definitely sexist in nature which caused Marsha to immediately go into a barrage of women are better comments. The two of them went back and forth for about 15 minutes, until Dennis said there's a way to prove that women don't have better instincts than men, which is one of the comments that Marsha had made.

Marsha said fine, how do I prove it?

Dennis said, I'll bet you that if we blindfolded you and let you touch each of our cocks for a few minutes, that you could not pick out which one is your husband's dick.

Marsha snapped back, unless you guys have tiny dicks too, I bet I can. I was shocked and pissed off that she'd say that. First, I know I don't have the largest cock in the world, but being right at 6 inches and fairly thick would probably put me at least in the average category. Definitely not tiny.

So, a few minutes later, we had blindfolded Marsha and she was sitting on the coach waiting to feel us up. Dennis motioned for Sean to go first. He slowly dropped his pants and moved to about a foot in front of Marsha. Dennis, who was standing directly behind Sean, told her the first cock had arrived.

As Marsha reached out and began rubbing Sean's cock, my cock was stiffening, just as his was. Within a minute, she had him at full attention. I could tell by looking at his cock that there was no way she would mistake him for me. Sean's cock was probably about an inch longer than mine, but much thinner. After another minute, Marsha said next.

I moved forward and her hands quickly grabbed and began to rub what was very familiar to them. A small smile came across her face as I'm sure she realized that was me and that she would prove Dennis wrong. When she said ok next, Dennis moved in.

At first, much like himself, his cock looked short and stocky. But, as she began to rub it, it seemed to double and then triple in both length and girth. There before us stood a guy 5'6" that had a cock that was easily 9 inches long with the thickness of a beer bottle. Marsha definitely seemed to be enjoying herself as she had a big smile on her face.

When Dennis, pulled away, Marsha immediately asked are you ready for my answer?

Dennis asked her how sure she was and whether her instincts would allow her to identify who the owner of each cock was. She quickly said absolutely. With that, Dennis said, well maybe you'd be interested in making a little wager on it? He went on to say if she could correctly identify all 3 of our cocks, that he would allow her to use his party boat, he'd supply the food and drinks, and the girls could keep their tops on if they wanted too. But, he went on to say, if you are not right on all 3 cocks, I'll still provide the boat, food and drinks, but you have to do anything I request from you for the rest of this evening.

Knowing that Marsha may be thinking that Sean might be the one with the largest cock (you know that black thing), I started to interrupt, when she said "I don't need any advice from you tiny. This is my decision, and I'll take that bet."

So, Dennis said to ensure no one gets accused of cheating, the 3 of us will line up side by side. You grab one of our cocks in one of your hands and tell us who's it is and then do the same with your other hand while still holding on to cock number 1. One of us will then remove your blindfold to see if you are correct. Marsha said let's do it.

We moved in front of her and she quickly felt from cock to cock with her hands. One she was sure she had my cock in her one hand, Marsha said I know this is my husband's because it is tiny. After that, she grabbed Dennis' monster cock and said this magnificent cock belongs to Sean. I just shook my head as I realized that this cock tease had finally met her match.

When Dennis removed her blindfold, she was shocked to see that it was his cock and not Sean's that she had her second hand holding.

Dennis said, well the good news is that you get to use my boat and the great news is that we get to use you as I like tonight.

Marsha made eye contact with me and you could see that her eyes were watering up and that she suddenly regretted what she had done. I knew that she was looking for me to step in and end it, but whether it was the tiny remarks she had made, the alcohol I had consumed that day, or just the fact that I was tired of her bitchy cock tease ways, I just looked at her and said it was your bet.

So, as each of us pulled our pants back up, Dennis instructed Marsha that he'd like to have her begin with a slow striptease, while standing on our coffee table. I showed my support for the control Dennis now had and quickly turned on the stereo with some music she could dance to. Marsha slipped out of the shoes she was wearing and stepped up onto the table. She started out rather slowly and was just swaying slowly back and forth. Dennis did not approve and told her that she had better start dancing like the cock tease she was or he was going to smack her ass good and hard.

With that, she started moving much more seductively. She began by inserting her fingers into the waistband on her shorts and slowly lowered them to her feet. Her panties were kind of a Rio cut design, so they did a great job of highlighting her long sexy legs. After she kicked her shorts to the floor, her hands moved to her breasts, where she cupped her breasts through her tube top. She then slowly lowered her hands to the bottom of her tube top and slowly worked its way up and over her incredible breasts. Sean, who had not said a word over the last 30 minutes, blurted out "Holy shit, what a pair of tits", when they came into view.

That seemed to give her more confidence, as she took the tube top over her head and tossed it playfully at Sean. Then, as she slowly turned on the table, she hooked her index fingers into her panties waist band and slid them down for all of us to see her arrowhead shaped shaven pussy pointing down to her now very damp pussy lips. With that, Dennis commented that she did a great job and it was about time she wasn't such a prudish bitch. 

As Marsha stepped off the table, grabbed her clothes and began heading to the bathroom, Dennis asked her where in the hell did she think she was going and informed her that the fun had just begun. She looked my way as if to again ask for help, and I again restated my support for Dennis and told her that it was her bet and that she lost.

So, with a defeated look on her face, she turned to Dennis who walked up and roughly grabbed each of her breasts. He commented that he had waited a long time to do that and was looking forward to the rest of the evening. With that he told her to get her hot ass to the bedroom, because it was fucking time. Marsha slowly moved to our bedroom as he continued squeezing one of her breasts as we walked.

When we got to the room, he looked at me and told me to get our camera and video camera, because we were going to have some Kodak moments. He turned on all of the lights in the room and told Marsha to lie down on the bed. She climbed onto the bed as Dennis explained he wanted to shoot some pictures before the serious fucking began. He ordered her to pose in various positions as he shot some still shots. Then he said he wanted some action shots. 

The first thing he said he wanted was a shot of her deep-throating a cock. He looked at me and said since you have the smallest cock, you go first. When she grabbed the base of my cock and started giving me her usual blow job, he asked what the hell is that? He told Marsha to lie on her back with her head hanging over the edge of the bed and open her mouth. When I moved forward to place my cock in her waiting mouth, she again reached for the base of my cock with her hand to control the movements.

Dennis screamed at her that she could not use her hands and told Sean to grab one hand while he grabbed the other and to hold her in position. Then he looked at me and said now fuck that throat. I know you are probably saying, what about the love or respect you had for your wife. And to be honest, I kind of asked myself that same thing, but I figured it was probably that I was really never in love with her and that she had always been such a bitch, that this was finally payback time.

So, I moved forward and glided my cock into her mouth. She closed her mouth slightly trying to prevent me from fully entering, but I was able to continue as I had a clear straight path to her throat. It was an incredible sensation having my entire cock in her mouth and being able to see the outline of the tip of my cock in her neck. She started to gag as Dennis was taking some still shots and video, but he just said just a few more seconds. As she was catching her breath, he told her she could have a break from cock sucking, but now it was time to get fucked.

Dennis went right for her pussy with his tongue and began licking her out. As he had his face buried in her pussy, Sean had moved to the bed and was sitting beside her. He was initially rubbing her arm, but quickly moved to her breasts. Within a few minutes, he had one of her perfect 35C curved up breasts in his mouth, while he groped her other breast in his hand. Dennis looked up at me and told me to shoot some video of them getting this slut ready for action. After a few minutes, I noticed that Marsha and moved her hand into Sean's lap and was stroking his cock as she was really beginning to get into it.

Dennis pulled his face out of his pussy and said he was ready to fuck her, but that she'd need to be stretched out more before he did, so he told Sean to go ahead and fuck the bitch, while he looks for something to spread her out more. I went to my dresser drawer and grabbed some condoms, but Dennis said we were going fuck her bare back and whatever happens happens.

Sean wasted little time as he climbed between her legs and lined up his cock with her pussy. I'm not sure if I was more turned on or in shock as I watched my friend slide his black cock into my cock tease wife's pussy. Since his cock was definitely much thinner than mine, he had no problem quickly sliding all the way in and working to a quick fucking pace as he grabbed her tits. By the time Dennis had returned to the room, Sean had shot his load into my wife's unprotected pussy. That was when I noticed what Dennis had returned with, it was a empty plastic beer bottle and a container of lubricant from our bathroom. 




What Goes Around Comes Around



He quickly globbed a handful of the lubricant on the bottom half of the bottle and moved between Marsha's legs. He was not making much progress, so he inserted his fingers into her pussy and told us to pull her legs apart. After a few minutes, he was able to insert four of his fingers into her tight pussy and resumed with the bottle. Within seconds, he had successfully inserted the bottom half of that beer bottle into her pussy. After moving it in and out a few times, he commented now it's time to really stretch this bitch out.

As he moved his cock up to her pussy and pulled the bottle out, I was shocked to see that his cock was actually thicker than the bottle. He lined his cock up and told us to hold the slut down. With one thrust he had driven his 9 plus inches into my wife. Marsha let out a loud scream and Dennis just told her to shut up. He continued to drive his cock in and out of her and reminded me to get some pictures and video. Dennis had incredible staying power and seemed to fuck her for about 30 minutes or more. While he was fucking her, Kenny had returned from his meeting. Since the front door was left unlocked, he walked right in, followed the sounds and was quickly stroking his own hard cock as he stood and watched the action in front of him.

When Dennis finally emptied his load deep into Marsha's pussy, he looked at her and said for a fucking cock tease bitch, you are one good fuck. As he pulled out, in addition to the cum that you could see dripping out of her still wide open hole, the once engorged pussy lips were now bright red from the pounding they had just taken. 

When Dennis saw that Kenny had joined us, he said perfect timing, now I can watch you guys DP this slut. As Kenny removed his pants, I noticed his cock was about the same width as mine, but maybe slightly longer. When Dennis noticed that, he told Sean that he would be fucking her ass, since he had the thinnest dick and he already had a shot at her pussy. So, Sean laid on the bed and Dennis told Marsha to climb on top of him. I've fucked her ass a few times, but knew even with Sean's thin dick, that it was going to be very tight, so I handed him the lubricant. Marsha slowly dropped down onto Sean's cock with her back to him and then laid on top of him. Sean reached around and grabbed her perfect breasts.

Kenny then climbed between her legs and easily slid his cock into her well-used pussy. Marsha almost looked like she was in a trance as these guys both moved in and out of her holes. A few minutes into it, Dennis said ok, now we need to fill her last hole. So he had her lay her head slightly off or Sean's body, and told me to deep throat her while he took pictures and shot video of this gang bang action on this slut. I was initially careful not to cause her to gag, but as I saw the action below, my total focus was on relieving the built up pressure in my bulls. So, as they were furiously fucking her ass and pussy, I was doing the same to her throat and within minutes each of us had came.

Once I pulled out of her mouth and Kenny out of her pussy, she quickly rolled over onto her knees and was gasping for air for a few minutes. That was when I noticed that Dennis' monster cock was hard again and he climbed onto the bed behind her. As Marsha continued to catch her breath, while on her hands and knees, he plunged his cock into her from behind. When she appeared to try to roll out of it, he reached under and roughly grabbed her boobs to hold her in placed. He pounded her from behind for at least another 10 minutes before shooting his second load into her. As he finished, Marsha collapsed onto the bed rolled onto her back.

Dennis then took some more pictures of the cum oozing out of her well used pussy and the redness on her breasts from the mauling she had taken. He then shot some video even narrating what had just been done to this hot slut. The guys got dressed and headed home.

After cleaning myself up, I went to the family room and slept on the coach. When I awoke the next day, Marsha was still lying on the bed in the same position I had last saw her in with a puddle of cum on the sheets. We did not talk much that day, and on the following day I filed the papers for a divorce. That really did not matter to her, as she had now found a new money machine, who happened to be hung like a horse.

So, while she moved in with Dennis, we quickly went through the divorce proceedings and they agreed to allow me to have everything. During that time, Marsha found out she was pregnant. Since I had not had unprotected sex with her for years, other than her throat, I knew it was not mine. Dennis was sure it was his and was excited about being a father.

The divorce was finalized in about 6 months and I had decided to relocate back to the Chicago area and get back involved with professional football behind the scenes. The final 'what goes around comes around' came three months later when newly married Dennis and Marsha and a beautiful, healthy, black baby girl. It was actually Sean's swimmers that had made their way to Marsha's eggs.



What Goes Around Comes Around



Summary: After a storm cancels flights, a wife is stuck in the middle of nowhere and ends up having sex with countless guys.

Categories: MF, M+F, Wife, slut, whore, stranger, gang bang, gangbang, exhibitionist, outdoor

This story is a work in progress, but I would welcome feedback and guidance, as this is a first time entry for me. I posted it a couple of weeks ago, and got some good feedback, as well as bad, so this has some slight modifications mainly to the beginning, some tense fixes, and some rough thoughts at the end about what should happen next. I just haven't had the time to put more into this one.

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Greg looked up at the sky watching a storm rolling in. "I hope it doesn't affect the flights."

Paul agreed, "Yeah, we've got to get back in time."

Greg had to lead a big sales presentation for a multimillion dollar contract, along with his co-workers, Paul and Jeff. They were supposed to return that night, so that they could spend a day on the final touch ups, before flying off again for the biggest meeting of their careers.

"I can't believe they made us come down for this conference, so close to closing such a big deal." Greg said.

"I don't mind. It gave me a chance to get away for a bit." said Joanne, looking at the group of men, and smiling at her husband.

They drove to the airport only to find that their flight was canceled. In fact, most flights were getting canceled.

"Well, what do we do now?" Asked Paul.

"I think we're stuck here for the night, we should try to get a room close to the airport." Greg said.

Jeff looked around. "Usually there's a hotel board. I think it's over here."

He walked down and found the board, swamped with several people with the same idea.

"I think we'd better try getting back into our conference hotel." said Greg.

"Ok, you do that, while I try to call some of these places." said Paul.

Within several minutes, they quickly realized how futile it was going to be. Between having trouble getting a signal, and then calling, and then even getting through to a hotel, they couldn't find a room.

"Where's Jeff?" asked Joanne.

"Haven't seen him in a while." replied Paul.

"I don't think I really want to spend the night here." said Joanne looking at the mayhem in the airport.

After about half an hour, Jeff returned to some pretty irritated collegues.

"Where have you been?" asked Paul.

"Relax, we're on standby for a morning flight, and I think I found the last two rooms in the whole city." Jeff replied.

A look of relief came upon all their faces.

"The catch is that the place is about an hour and a half away. But it is still better to get a good 8 hours then to hang around here."

They all agreed.

Greg drove Joanne and his two co-workers, Jeff and Paul to a cheap motel, by the side of a secondary highway, miles away from the airport, since all closer hotels and motels were fully booked. They had to drive nearly two hours through the rain, to a small town a good 45 minutes outside the city limits. They got there and there were no rooms left. 

"But I made reservations!". 

"Sir, that wasn't this place. You must have called somewhere else."

Joanne, watched Greg and Paul discussing their next steps, while Jeff was on the phone looking for another place.

Joanne turned to the motel manager. She slipped behind the counter.

He watched in amazement as she crouched down in front of his crotch, hidden from view.

While undoing his fly, she asked "are you sure you have no rooms available?"

She reached in and pulled out his old cock without objection.

He got stiff quickly as she sucked him, until he exploded in her mouth.

"Consider that a deposit. I will pay you in full later."

Joanne stood up, stepped back around the counter, wiping some cum dribbles from the corner of her mouth.

"Excuse me. Sir?"

Jeff turned around and entered the office.

"I have ah... a cancellation. I have one room available."

Jeff was elated. "Great! We'll take it, along with some extra blankets and pillows."

She slips out in the middle of the night to "pay in advance".

She feels dirty and smelly, and doesn't feel like she can return to her room to lie with Greg.

Goes to bar. Too smokey so goes out around back, trying to air out and get the smell of cigarettes off of her lips, and of the motel owner's cheap cologne out of her clothes.

A guy stumbled out and urinated against a tree. She frowns in disapproval, but then thinks he's probably cleaner than she is right now.

Fucked him, 3-4 buddies come out and fuck her too.

Returned to her room.

Alarm doesn't go off, so they have to rush without showers. She feels dirty.

Goes from bad to worse. They needed to get on the flight to get back for the big presentation. The flight they were supposed to be on was canceled, as were several more, since planes didn't arrive.

She agreed to stay an extra day, and let Greg and his co-workers take the available seats. "Don't worry about it -- knock 'em dead!"

She was worried about trying to get a rental car, and hurriedly goes back. They are so busy with the travel chaos, that the line up is right out the door.

"Shit! This will take hours." she thought. As she's sitting there, she noticed a guy going around back for a smoke break.

She follows him and gave him a blowjob and her credit card, and he returned 10 mins later with keys and a contract.

She headed back to the seedy motel. Unsure why she didn't switch to a closer hotel.

She went to get her suitcase, and it wasn't there! Her heart sank as she realized that she let Greg check it, so it will travel with him. She has no clean clothes!

One seedy bar across the parking lot. She gets picked up. Same guys?

They take her to their motel room, and gang fuck her endlessly.

She wakes up in her room, with the sun shining.

She woke up and looked at the clock, which was blinking 12:00. She looked at her watch.

"Shit!" It was 6:30 am and her flight is at 8:30 am.

"What happened?" she thought as she sat up, completely naked. Her body was sore and covered in dry and sticky cum. She felt strange and full deep inside her pussy.

"What do I do?" she thought for a second. "I have to take a shower." she thought as she got up looking for her clothes. She knew they'd be in rough shape, since she remembered them covered in cum from her gang bang the night before.

She found them on the floor in the bathroom, by the toilet. The seat was up, and the whole room showed off it's high traffic use. Piss was everywhere. In the sink, the tub, all around the toilet, and of course, absorbed into her clothes.

The towels were all in the tub and soaked.

She took notice of her irritated pussy. There was something inside.

"Wow, did someone lose a condom?" she wondered, not remembering anyone using one. It seemed like whatever it was, it wanted out, and fast.

She quickly stepped over her filthy clothes and crouched over the urine filled toilet. Reaching inside, she latched onto something and slowly pulled it out. Distracted by trying to determine what it was, she didn't react fast enough, when right behind what looked like a pale blue cloth, clogged up fluid from her cervix ejected passed the toilet and onto her clothes in front.

She just laughs. At the rate things are going, of course that would happen.

No longer being constrained, the cloth slowly begins to open.

"Panties." she said out loud. They had stuffed her panties up her snatch. Were they trying to keep her cervix full of stranger cum to get her pregnant? Bastards.

She looked at them again. Stunned by the realization that they weren't even hers, and further that by the discoloration in the ass area, that they weren't clean either, before being stuffed inside her.

"Is there another girl out there pulling my panties out of her pussy?" she wondered.

She returns to her room, and tries to call the office.

No answer. Goes to voice mail describing the motel. Beep! She hangs up.

As minutes tick passed, otherwise horrible options, seem plausible. She can't walk to the office naked, so she puts on her clothes. As she looks around for the key, she can't find her purse or the key.

Her heart sank as she sat on the bed. Piss, and the pungent smell of the escaped cum on her filthy blouse, filled her nose. 

They stole her stuff. It looks like they dumped her purse out on the floor. There were a couple of crumpled up receipts, her brush, a pen. Contemplating her options, she unconsciously picedk up her brush. She brushed while she thought, her hair still soaked with piss and cum. Yellow droplets fell on her blouse, and knots of dry cum in places prevented her progress. She rose and peeked out the window. Her rental car was still there. It was there in the middle of the lot where she parked it when the lot was nearly full. It was now one of only two cars still in the lot. Strange, I guess they didn't want to steal a car. "Cowards" she thought.

Then she noticed the car rental contract on the floor next to the chair in the corner of the room. She remembered that she didn't put her drivers license or the credit card she'd used back in her wallet. She hurriedly picked it up, and out they fell. 

Hope had rushed back. With the driver's license, she could use it as ID to get on her flight, and with her credit card, she had options.

Relieved that she's not completely stuck, Joanne felt that she didn't have to rush. Even if she missed her flight, and had to buy a whole new ticket, or just a change fee, she'd be fine with that. How could she make her flight anyways? The car keys were in her purse. Right now she really needed a shower. She felt sticky everywhere.

She needed some towels. She tried to call the office again. Voice mail. Beep! " I need towels in room 114 please!" She hung up.

She picked up the phone again to try to call her mother to say she's alright and that she was delayed and she's coming home. She can't call long distance. The phone is restricted to local calls only. Of course in this dive, you'd have to request long distance!

She remembers her husband's office 800 number, and leaves him a message. She doesn't want to call him on his cell anyways. Today is his big presentation, and the reason she agreed to stay back and let him and his co-workers take the available seats. She doesn't want to raise any alarms, and have him screw up the big sale. After all, she'd fucked everyone she could to make sure that he was well positioned to lead this deal, and get the promotion. She fucked office staff, his boss, executives, client staff, even all the renovation workers on the house, to increase their standing among Greg's future peers, getting much more than her budget would otherwise allow.

Joanne decided to go to the office in her filthy clothes. Without her key, she unlocked the door knob on the inside, and tested the outside to make sure it was unlocked.

She walked to the office. The cool morning air smelled good compared to the foul odor of cum and piss all over her room. The air felt good too, and her pussy, though throbbing, was soothed by the coolness, and no longer seemed sore.

She got to the office door and knocked and paused. Knocked again and waited. Banged hard on the door shouting "Wake up!" Nothing.

She returned to her room and tried to open the door. It was locked. How could this be? Was everything conspiring against her? Is this some kind of joke? She looked around as if to find the prankster.

Did she have the right room?

Just then a door at the end of the motel opened. It scared her but quickly she realized she wasn't alone. She stared at a man, dressed in a nice suit, coming out of his room with a pink suitcase. When he saw her he paused, seemingly equally chocked to see someone else about. He continued to his car, eying her the whole time.

She again thought of her options. She has no vehicle, she can't get back into her room to shower. she looks like hell, so no wonder he's staring at her. Probably thinks she's some kind of drugged up prostitute. She has her credit card, but she needs a ride. Either to somewhere where she could buy some clothes, and maybe a gym where she could shower. She even thought she could go to the airport, where the lounge has showers, but she'd have to get through security looking like a well fucked tramp. But first, she must not let this ride get away.

Closing the car door, the man began to walk over.

"Hi" he says, looking intrigued. "Locked out?"

"Hi" she replies, "and yes, uh, locked out." She says softly, worried that he might run away when he sees her up close. She certainly can't say "because I got robbed and the key is gone and I think its the gang of guys that fucked me silly."

"I.. uh.. was just wanting some towels, but the office is closed."

"Yeah. Yesterday I tried to get some towels too, but he didn't show until 10. I think he drinks and sleeps it off."

"He sure likes his whiskey." she said trying to smile, and then it disappeared when she thought he must be wondering how she knew that. "He must think I'm a whore now."

"You need a ride?" the man offers. "I'm headed to the airport."

"Yes, please." she replies, surprised at the offer. She thought he'd be completely repulsed by her appearance. Her white top still damp, and partly see-through, with light yellow and dark orange stained rings, her hair wet and still knotted in places. Her short blue skirt damp as well, and her skin pasty and marked with crusty opaque blotches.

He goes around to the driver's side while she hops in on the passenger side, wondering if she's met the only gentleman this side of the city. As he starts the car and shifts it into gear, Joanne feels uncomfortable in her outfit in front of him, she looks down to adjust the buttons on her blouse and straighten her rag of a skirt.

"Hi, I'm Joanne." she says with some confidence, looking over at him as he turns onto the two lane highway.

"I'm Blake. Nice to meet you."

"Flying back home?" she asked.

"Yep. Stuck due to the storm. You?"

"Same with me."

"Nice suitcase." she said jokingly.

He looked at her and smiled. "Oh, it's my wife's. Mine broke and I had to borrow her's at the last minute. I get lots of ribbing from the security guys at the airport."

They drive a little, chatting a bit, until her mind drifts off.

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Back at the motel the manager exited the office holding his head in one hand, and some towels in the other. He quickly clamped down on his towels with both arms, trying to shield them from the dust raised by the passing car. He looks up catching only a short glimpse of Blake as he gives him a little wave.

"Fucking whore waking me up at this ridiculous hour. How can she even be awake now with her screwing all those guys until 3am! What's her fucking rush?"

He made his way to room 114 and knocked, and paused, knocked again louder and waited. He put his ear to the door, and instinctively tried the knob. It opened.

"Hello?" he called from outside. "Hello!" he said a little louder. Where did she go? He was pissed because it took so much of his headache inflicted brain to sift through the dirty laundry to find a couple of towels that could pass as clean without too much scrutiny.

Just then he heard a door open a few rooms down.

"Hello?" a female voice called out.

He walked down and saw a woman in the doorway of her room, clutching a stained towel in front of her naked body.

"Oh great! Towels!" she exclaimed, reaching out and grabbing them from the manager's hand.

She didn't seem to mind that, in so doing, she revealed her perky breasts.

On his way back to the office, the manager smiled. He would have loved to fuck her again, though the whore in 114 was much more depraved.

Just then he paused in front of room 113, leaned over to pick up a piece of paper. He looked at it. It was a car rental contract under Joanne's name, complete with a manual scan of her credit card.

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Joanne stared out of her passenger window.

She's angry, but convinces herself that it must be fate. She's used her body to get what she wanted. Starting with a promotion for her husband by fucking his boss and others, stretching the dollars she had for her home renos to live in a house beyond their means. It must all be coming back. Balancing the universe by having others use her for their use.

She smiled. If getting fucked over by lots of guys is how things need to be, then bring it on. The fucking makes her cum often, and being used for others pleasure is really turning her on. Two nights ago being fucked by drunks behind the bar, and last night right in the men's room inside the bar.

She decides that she has to take it all in stride. "It could be worse." she thought. "I could be dead." Strangely, she had no fear for her life. She really felt that she probably needed to "give something back" and fucking around was a fun way to do it, though really exhausting at this pace.

She glanced over and caught him looking at her top. Looking down, she noticed that he had a good view through her compromised blouse.

So, he's not really a gentleman after all. It took less than 15 minutes of driving before he showed his sexual interest in her. Well good, since he's saving my butt from this slut pounding hell hole, he deserves a peek.

"You like these?" she asks.

"Hmm?" he replies, looking at the road trying not to show that he knows exactly what she means.

She proceeds to unbutton her top.

"Want to feel them?" she asks.

She rubs along his leg, and reaching between his legs, she finds his bulge in his pants. He's strangely silent.

"I just want to say thank you for driving me. I really appreciate it."

Still silent.

Zzzzip. She reaches in with her hand, and managed to pull out his stiff cock.

She leans over and begins sucking his cock.

"Hmmm." he says approvingly.

It seems musky and somewhat foul tasting. "Bastard" she thought. She's tasting an unwashed cock covered in old cum mixed with a woman's juices.

She looks up from his lap. "Someone was busy last night."

He looked down at her in surprise. His cock beginning to go limp.

"Was she a whore like me? Mmmm. I can taste her."

His cock stiffened again. "Yeah. She was a cheap whore busy all night with lots of customers."

He pulled over at the entrance of a dusty gravel road, and rushed out around to Joanne's side, his cock sticking out of his pants. He opened the door and pulled her out, and pinned her against the rear passenger door.

"Fucking whore." he said as he lifted her leg and plowed into her pussy.

"Yes. Oh yes! I'm a filthy whore. Make me pay for the ride. Use me, use my cunt."

Fucking her madly, he shouted "Fuck I love this. Your pussy is so wet!" as a lonesome car sped past.

"You fuck us whores and then go back to your lovely wife!"

He grabbed a handful of tit squeezing and tugging.

He spat on her face.

Surprised, she squeaked "Eep!", and stared at him, not even bothering to wipe the glob of spit running slowly down now between her nose and cheek.

"You filthy disgusting whore. You've been at it for days, not even cleaning yourself."

He spat on her again in about the same spot. A glob of saliva ran down her cheek by her mouth. Her tongue darted out to meet it, guiding it into her mouth.

Her gross behaviour made Blake smile.

"Oh fuck. I'm cumming." he said, holding his cock deep, as it throbbed, pumping his cum inside her.

He zipped up his pants and walked back around to the driver's side.

Her hand reached down between her legs. Her loose cunt not able to hold any fluids in this position, his cum leaked into her hand.

"Get in" he said.

She obeyed.

She showed him her hand full of cum.





What Goes Around...Comes Around



The feeling of being completely out of control was something Ava wasn't used to. She clutched onto the balcony railing for dear life. She didn't know why but she had started to feel light headed once she had come back from the bathroom. So she had gone to get a water so she could control her breathing. She felt sleepy but sick and anxious all at the same time. Ava had made sure that there was no one out on the balcony before she had stumbled out here for fresh air but the air just seemed to make her dizzier and as she clutched onto the railing she had a fear of falling over it and to her death. 

She felt someone's hands on her arm, asking her if she was alright and all she could do was fall into his arms. 

Aidan hadn't really thought that the sleeping pills crushed up would work in alcohol but they had and rather quickly too. He'd only just slipped them in the remaining bit of the gorgeous beauty's drink before she had finished it and gone to the bathroom. He had watched as she started to walk into things shortly after returning from the bathroom. She'd gone to get a drink of water thinking that she'd had too much to drink and he knew soon she would be passed out and he could have his way with her down in his car or at his brother's apartment. 

No one in the room knew who he was really, his real name she would have recognised straight away but as Kaden McEller, she had smiled at him and been polite. Ever since high school he was known as the nerdy mathematician with acne scars and glasses. Now, after several sessions of plastic surgery Aidan looked very different to the nerd from high school who had been in love with the smart cheerleader. Ava had been the one cheerleader who had passed the HSC and she had always been nice to him back then until he had told her he was in love with her and wanted to marry her which seemed to frighten her away. 

Aidan, feeling rejected, had tried to woo her back with lavish gifts sent to her house and flowers sent to her work but after two months of that, Ava had moved house and he hadn't seen or heard from her until five years later when she had moved back to Sydney for work. She was a marketing executive, the youngest at her work at just 23, and she was one of the biggest executives in the ever rising advertising company. She was single, obviously it hadn't worked out with her and her high school boyfriend Ethan, and so Aidan had come up with an idea to re introduce himself but he didn't know how she would react so he had his assistant Abi scope it out and just at the name of Aidan, Ava had cringed and told Abi that she didn't want to talk about any Aidan. 

So he had devised a plan to get her alone so that he could talk to her and explain that he had been young and didn't know what he had been saying or doing. But when he had gone up to her at work, she had been talking animatedly with another man and then the man had kissed her which made her smile. So Aidan had retreated back to his office. 

Then the next time was at the party just before he had spiked her drink, he had been meaning to tell her who he really was but Abi had told him not to in public where she could have him thrown out and he'd have his job taken from him. So Abi had introduced him as Kaden McEller. Ava had been warm and polite and engaged in some conversation with him about his work before she had been dragged off by another executive to talk shop. 

Aidan couldn't see the man that Ava had been kissing the previous day so he assumed she had come alone which meant no one would be looking for her later in the evening. 

The sleeping pills would work and he'd be able to get what he had been fantasising about for over five years. 

Her body. 

Aidan had Ava in his arms and she was quite obviously passed out, so Abi had run over to him to help her to his car so he could take her home. Little did Abi know about his plans to take her back to brothers place and hold her captive until she had listened to him. He didn't really want to scare her but he had wanted her for so long, all his girlfriends had looked just like her and had been in marketing like her...but they just weren't her. 

Abi explained to other party goers who had seen this display of Ava being carried out of the party by the new guy and Abi that she had passed out and Aidan was taking her home instead of putting her in a cab. 

Once they had gotten down to the parking lot, Aidan had opened his car door and put her in the back seat. 

"Make sure she gets in to her building properly, Aidan. She has a doorman so he will be able to take her up to her apartment without trying to find her keys" Abi told him. He nodded and got in the drivers seat. 

"Thanks, Ab" he told her. "See you Monday." 

He didn't intend on turning up Monday, he couldn't. If he still had Ava with him, he'd not leave her alone and he didn't care if suspicion was cast on him. They didn't know about his other apartment across town. It was where he kept his brother's artwork and no one knew where it was except for his brother. But Caleb wasn't meant to be back for days so that left the apartment completely empty. 

Aidan pulled into the parking basement of the apartment building and pulled Ava out of the back seat and carried her in his arms to the elevator to go up to the apartment. She was completely out of it, not even a little moan when he moved her in his arms. But damn she looked beautiful while she slept, like an angel almost. 

Aidan stepped out of the elevator and stood Ava up against the wall by the door while he opened it. He had to hold her steady with one arm so that she didn't fall. 

Finally, Aidan got the door open and he picked Ava up again and carried her inside. The bedroom door was open so Aidan carried her straight to the bed and laid her down. He knew that Caleb was a bit of a nymphomaniac so he would definitely have handcuffs and ropes. Not that he wanted to do this to Ava but he couldn't trust her not to run when she woke up. He grabbed one arm and pulled it up to the head board and cuffed one wrist, wrapped the chain around the headboard and cuffed the other wrist in the other side. She wouldn't be able to get out of that, he thought. 

Aidan then grabbed the rope from the kitchen and tied her ankle to the bed post on one side and the other ankle to the other bed post. He admired his handiwork and left the room so he could go think about what he had done. He could still take her home and act as if nothing had happened. But then she wouldn't know how much he still liked her. 

Aidan made sure the front door was locked and retreated to the bedroom and closed the door, not that he needed to but because it made it feel more intimate. 

He went to sit next to her on the bed and cupped the side of her face. Her skin was so utterly smooth that he felt like kissing it and so he did. He kissed it lightly at first and then he moved his lips down to hers and softly kissed them. He probed his tongue along her lips and slowly slid it past her luscious lips. Her teeth created a problem but with some gentle probes with his tongue, they slowly opened and he was kissing her passionately, just like he had always imagined in school only he wished she would kiss him back. 

Aidan moved away from her beautiful lips and stared down at the bulge in his pants. He'd need to get rid of that and he couldn't think of a better plan than to have her solve his problem. He slid his hand up her bare leg, her dress went down to her knee when she stood up but right now it was almost up to her panties. He kept sliding his hand up her smooth as silk legs and up under her dress, pushing it up over her underwear. 

She was wearing black lace panties that didn't leave much at all to the imagination. He could see her shaved muff underneath the thin material and his balls began to ache. 

This woman was stunning! 

Aidan undid the zipper on the back of her dress and ripped her straps off so he could slide the dress down her legs but he noticed it wouldn't work because she was tied up. So he grabbed the scissors in the top drawer and cut her out of her dress and tossed the material to the floor. She lay in front of him in just her lace underwear. Her bra, one size too small to show off her cleavage. Aidan undid his belt and slid his pants down over his legs and removed his shirt. His boxers were next and then he was fully naked. His erection jutting out in front of him waiting to be inside Ava. The walls of her tight vagina squeezing him while he moved in and out of her slowly. 

Aidan grabbed the scissors again and cut her underwear off her and cut her bra so the cups fell off her beautiful breasts. He squeezed one breast in his hand and sucked on the other, biting her nipple a little, and she squirmed in his embrace. He pulled up worried that she was waking up but she was still out of it. He resumed his previous status and moved his hand from her breast down to her pussy and parted her lips and slid his index finger along her slit feeling that she was beginning to get wet for him. He smiled at this and moved down so that his face was buried in her lips, he began to lick along her slit and felt her shudder in response, he looked up at her and she was still asleep. He went back to her lower lips and licked inside finding her clit with his tongue. He licked as ferociously as he could and he could feel her hips bucking. He held them down and they continued to buck under his tongue. She was moaning softly and he knew she would come soon if he didn't stop. But that's what he wanted so he continued to lap at her clit so fast that her hips were pushing against his hands as he held her down. Her back was arching but she remained asleep. God this was making him ache! He needed to be in her, feeling her buck against him or at the very least have her mouth around his cock as he lapped all the cum out of her once she had orgasmed. Which he fully intended to make her do, and soon. 

Aidan scooted his body up on Ava's so that he was straddling her chest and he eased his hard cock into her mouth slowly. She opened her mouth and he almost came as he felt her warm, hot tongue on his hot rod. He groaned a deep, guttural sound as he eased himself in and out, but only keeping a few inches in her mouth so that she didn't choke. 

This was heaven! He couldn't keep this up though, holding his weight like this as he entered and exited her mouth was killing his legs. 

Aidan fell back onto the bed, missing Ava's body by inches and kept rubbing his shaft up and down. Aidan got back down between Ava's legs and started pushing his index finger along her slit, and sliding it up and down missing her clit every time. He could feel her clenching around him and he loved the feel of it. He slid his finger back down her slit and entered her slowly. He could feel her walls accommodating him and he slid another finger in her. He moved them in and out slowly. She was moaning low in her throat and he imagined what it would be like to cover her mouth with his and kiss her wildly. He drove another finger inside her and felt her tighten around him. Her hips were moving with his thrusting and he knew she was loving the attention. He began to kiss her lips and she threw her head back against the pillows in ecstasy, the chain of the handcuffs banging against the headboard loudly. He nibbled on her clit and her legs were pulling against the ropes tied to the bed. She was close...real close. He kept going and started fingering her faster and faster and then he could feel her walls tighten around his fingers and then his fingers were absolutely drenched in her pussy juices. He pulled his fingers out and licked the juices off. He sat up next to her and watched her relax from the climax she had just experienced. She probably wouldn't wake up for another few hours so he had time to prepare for the intimacy he wanted to share with her. He knew he was going to have to do it before she woke up but he just needed to rest his poor body. That had been intense. 

Aidan walked to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. What had he resorted himself to? He was raping her! 

Before Aidan could do anything, he heard the doorbell ring to the apartment. Who on earth would that be? No one knew he was here! Aidan got his brother's robe from behind the door and opened the bedroom door and then the front door. There stood Abi looking so worried. 

"Oh Aidan, tell me you didn't kidnap her!" she said, almost wailing. Abi wouldn't stand still, she kept walking around the living room, pacing. 

"Abi, please...what are you doing here?" Aidan asked her. 

Abi looked toward the bedroom and noticed that the room was dark. "Were you sleeping?" 

"Yes I was, now Abi, please you have to go" he said. Abi moved away from his grasp and headed quickly to the bedroom. Aidan quickly followed her but not before she let out a shocked gasp. 

"Aidan! My god...what are you doing?" Abi shrieked. Aidan quickly plastered his hand over her mouth and held her tightly so she couldn't move out of his grasp. 

"You should have just left, Ab. Now you have to stay here. You know I needed to have her...and you helped me get her here" Aidan told her. Abi looked mortified. 

"Now you can't scream, promise me Abi or I will have to hurt you" Aidan said to her. "Do you understand, Abi?" 

Abi nodded slowly, tears streaming down her face. Aidan moved his hand away and she stayed silent. He let go of her enough so that she could move, but only into the room. He closed the door behind them. 

"I helped you so that you could take her home not rape her, Aidan!" Abi said. "Do you realise what is going to happen when they find out? When she wakes up? She had a boyfriend looking for her, Aidan!" 

"I don't care. Once she's with me, she'll never want to go back to him again" Aidan told her confidently. 

Abi looked at him in horror. "You don't expect me to watch do you?" 

"I do actually, it's always been my fantasy to be watched and who better than you, Abi? I know you wont tell anyone. You wouldn't dare" Aidan told her. Abi went to grab the door handle to the door but Aidan grabbed her and pulled her back and up against the front of his body. His hand went back to her mouth and she tried to get out of his grasp, the squirming was turning him on and Abi could feel his hard member scratching along her back through her dress. She didn't want this...she had to get away but before she could do anything, she felt Aidan drag her to the bathroom where he put her in the shower stall and turned the tap on quickly before Abi could get out. Cold water tumbled down on her and she stood there, freezing while the water caressed her body. Her dress clung to her like cling wrap and Aidan could see she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples showed through her dress clearly.

"God, Abi, I never realised how gorgeous your body is" he said. She looked up at him through the tears she was crying and he saw something he had never seen before. 

Fear. 

She was scared he was going to rape her too. But he only had eyes for one girl and that was Ava. 

Aidan pulled Abi out of the shower and shoved her down onto the toilet seat. She sat there shivering while he pulled a towel out from the cabinet and wrapped it around her. 

"Now if you don't behave Abi, I will have to punish you again. I don't want to do that, ok" Aidan told her. He lifted her chin up with his finger and she nodded. 

Aidan helped her up and took her over to the corner of the room. He put a pillow down on the floor and told Abi to sit. She did so, still shivering and trying not to look at Ava spread eagled almost on the bed completely naked. Aidan walked back over to her and grabbed her feet. Abi looked at him questioningly. "I can't trust you that you wont run, so I have to take precautions, Ab. You understand, don't you?" 

Abi didn't answer. She just allowed him to tie her ankles together with rope and then her wrists. He ripped off a piece of tape and taped her mouth so she couldn't scream. Tears started to stream down her face again but Aidan disregarded it. He made sure she had a dry towel to keep her warm and that the pillow was safely under her ass so that she didn't get a sore one and he returned back to Ava. He dropped the gown and saw his erect penis for the first time. Abi didn't realise how big Aidan really was. He was magnificent and for a split second she wished she was Ava. 

No...that was wrong...she couldn't want to be passed out and about to be raped. 

Abi looked away. She didn't want to see the crime he was about to commit. He had always been good to her and Ava had always been sweet and helpful. She couldn't possibly watch. 

Aidan had climbed on top of Ava again and was now in between her legs, his mouth poised over her nether lips waiting for them to be in his mouth when he heard a soft moan. He turned to see Abi looking at him, tears running down her cheeks, and she was crying through the tape on her mouth. 

"You want to join in, Ab?" Aidan asked, climbing off Ava. "I can share just this once." 

Aidan walked over to Abi and pulled her up by her arm. He ripped the tape off his lips and she screamed in pain. 

She looked up at him and begged him not to do this but he was intent on getting what he wanted. 

He pushed Abi onto the bed and helped her in between Ava's legs. "Lick her" 

Abi looked up at him in shock and shook her head vehemently. "Aidan, please no" 

"If you don't want to be punished again, you have to eat her pussy" Aidan said, an evil grin on his face. "Do it now, Abi" 

Aidan didn't wait for Abi to decide, he pushed her face right into Ava's hot pussy. Abi was trying to say something and pull away but Aidan kept pushing her mouth into Ava's groin. Ava was squirming now and pulling on the ropes connected to her legs. Aidan was growing harder and harder as he watched Abi try and pull away off Ava. 

When he thought she had learnt her lesson for trying to ruin the moment, he pulled Abi's hair up and exposed her neck. 

"Did you like that, Ab?" Aidan asked, licking Ava's pussy juice off Abi's lips and chin. 

"Aidan...please...let me go" Abi cried. Aidan laughed and pushed her to the side of the bed while he got in between Ava's legs again. "She's nice and wet for me now, Abi. Thank you" 

Abi began to sob as she watched Aidan position his head just above Ava's opening. Aidan pushed into Ava slowly and as he did, inch by inch, he was in ecstasy. He felt like he was going to explode. She was so hot and tight for him. Her walls squeezing his dick to no end and he didn't think he would be able to hold off for long. Ava's head pushed back into the pillows again. Aidan began to kiss her neck and her breasts, taking one into his mouth as he slowly thrusted his dick in and out of her pussy, small moans were escaping Ava's mouth and they were driving Aidan insane. 

Abi was trying to get off the bed but to no avail as her legs were bound and if she rolled off, she wouldn't land on her feet. She'd land on her face and she didn't want that so much so she stayed where Aidan had shoved her. 

Aidan started to pump faster and harder inside her, he could feel her walls tightening around him again and he knew she would come with him. He just had to time it perfectly. But he was positive she was as close as he was. 

He grunted as he pumped hard into Ava's body, her hips were meeting his thrusts and he could hear her moaning softly as he pumped into her. 

Sweat was gleaning down his back and he could feel his climax, he started to grunt louder and was even watching his dick slip in and out of her body. How beautiful was this? 

With one final shove into her body, he felt her climax around his cock and he felt his seed spill into her body. 

Exhausted, he collapsed onto her body and rested there for a bit before rolling in between Ava and Abi. Abi still terrified, tried to move a little over on the bed so she didn't have to touch him. But she could still feel all his sweat on her arm and she wished like hell he would push her back into the shower so she could rinse herself. She felt dirty. 




What Goes Around...Comes Around



"Did you like the show, Abi?" Aidan asked her, still laying down in between the girls.

"You're going to untie her now, right?" Abi asked. 

Aidan smiled, even in the dark, Abi could see it. "We still need to talk." 

Abi looked at him. Who was he? He wasn't the man she thought she knew at work. He was a monster and he didn't care about anyone! 

She had to get out of here...



What Goes Around, Comes Around



I grew up in a small town with a family of devout Catholics, and I attended religious institutions for both high school and college. I grew up in a rather conservative community, and I was constantly deluged with messages that abortion was evil. 

I was generally rather shy and didn't talk to many people. While my friends always told me tales of boys they had flirted with, I was often too mortified to approach the guys I found attractive. Even in college, I frequently felt intimidated. I cautiously sat on the sidelines, waiting for the right guy to chat me up. 

Imagine my surprise when I was approached by a gorgeous older man in a bar one night. He had dark hair with the slightest hint of gray and gorgeous brown eyes that mesmerized me in a heartbeat. He introduced himself as John and asked if he could buy me a drink. I happily accepted and we quickly got to talking. He told me all about his business ventures and I told him all about college life. At the end of the night, I gave him my number and told him to call me soon.

When he called a few days later, I was thrilled. We quickly made plans to go on a date. He took me out to a nice dinner and really treated me like a woman. I was in the fertile part of my cycle and very aroused to begin with. This man's sexiness made me even hotter and I found myself wanting to feel his hard cock inside me more and more as the night went on. 

By the time we got to my apartment, I was practically dying of horniness. I wanted to jump him right there in the hallway. I was ready to do anything to feel his thick cock inside me. As soon as we got in the door, I kissed him full on the lips. He returned my kiss passionately and started to move his hands all over my sensitive body. I had not received treatment like this in years and I moaned at the effect it was having on me. He soon started groping my ample breasts and using his thumbs to rub my nipples through my shirt. I quickly removed my top and he unclasped my bra. He quickly latched his mouth onto the erect nipple of my left breast and sucked like a starving baby. I felt bolts of excitement go straight from my breasts to my pussy, and I moaned like a whore at finally receiving the stimulation I had been craving. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back, and melted into a haze of pleasure. I ran my hands through the hair of this man as my head lolled back and forth in ecstasy.

He pleasured my needy breasts until I experienced a delicious orgasm, and that crescendo pushed me over the edge. I was dripping like a faucet and needed his cock in me ASAP. I pulled him from my sensitive breast, looked him in the eye, and told him I wanted him inside me right then and there. We franticly removed our pants and he surprised me by telling me that he had gotten a vasectomy when he was married. He smiled and said we could go bareback without worrying about pregnancy.

Even though I had just met him, I felt he was a trustworthy guy. That combined with my overwhelming horniness and the 2 or 3 glasses of wine I had at dinner drove me to do something I never would have done otherwise. I smiled and told him in the sexiest voice I could muster that he could take me bare. He grinned and certainly seemed enthused about my decision. He placed the head of his thick cock to my swollen pussy lips and pushed forward slowly. From the second he entered my body, it felt wonderful. I could feel every ridge and blood vessel in his penis and the experience was much more intimate. I had always used condoms with my boyfriends, and feeling his unprotected cock deep inside me opened up a whole new world of sensation. 

His lovemaking was slow and gentle and he was very attentive to my needs. He seemed to know how to use his hands in just the right way to make sure I stayed at a maximum level of arousal. I found myself swooning. Usually I was very protective, but I was putty in this man's hands. He could do whatever he wanted with me, and he used that to his advantage. He thrust in and out of me for what seemed like hours. The sensations were incredible and I had countless orgasms. He eventually whispered in my ear that he was getting close. I moaned and pulled his lips to mine. After gently kissing me he looked me in the eye, pushed in as far as possible, and flooded me with his warm, thick semen. A man was cumming inside me for the first time, and it felt wonderful. He shot what felt like a gallon of cum into my receptive womb. I remember thinking to myself "thank god he's snipped, because otherwise I would be pregnant for sure."

He collapsed on top of me and we laid there basking in blissful rapture. The moment felt perfect. I never wanted it to end. I had finally surrendered myself and let a man plant his seed deep inside me. Even though he was infertile, I would have abhorred this thought not too long ago. 

I woke up the next morning to him gently stroking in and out of my pussy with his thick cock. I was so glad it was a Saturday. I smiled widely and arched my back as soon as I came to. This time our experience was shorter and he once again filled me with his deposit. We got out of bed for breakfast and then quickly went back to fucking. I let him have me all day. I couldn't have resisted his advances if I had wanted to. He was insatiable and worked hard to keep my hungry pussy full of his thick semen. I kept thinking how lucky I was to have met a sex machine that couldn't knock me up. 

Imagine my surprise when I missed my period a few weeks later. I quickly took a pregnancy test and saw two blue lines. Oh my God! I really was pregnant. I instantly started freaking out. What was I going to do? I called him and his number had been disconnected. He probably didn't even tell me his real name! I was on my own with this one. My beliefs certainly did not allow for abortion, and I could never give my baby up for adoption. I was resigned to the fact that I would be a mommy in 9 short months. Fortunately I was almost done with school, and I graduated before I really started showing. 

I started my first job with a baby in my belly and worked until a few weeks before I was due. I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl and named her Cara. The pain was indescribable as my daughter left my body, but holding Cara in my arms made that day the happiest one of my life. 

One night when I was breastfeeding my darling daughter, I saw my absentee father on the evening news. Apparently he had committed massive forgery with his fake identities and gotten caught. He had also gone around knocking up lots of young women in the area using the same story that he had been snipped. As soon as the show ended, I called the police station in the town that was listed on the news special. I told them what happened and that I would be willing to supply DNA evidence to prove that he was the father of my child.

The trial received a lot of coverage from the media and women lined up to testify. His real name was Anthony and he was apparently an entrepreneur and millionaire. The judge in the case ordered him to pay child support to all the women that came forward and provided DNA evidence. His estate was split up and distributed to the various benefactors. The money I got ensured that I would be in good shape for a while. With all the crimes Anthony committed, he ended up with 25 years in jail. He would either die there or get out when he was too old to have any more kids. 

About a year after the settlement, I met the love of my life. He was an electrical engineer at a big company that had an office close by. His kindness and way with women made me want him. I started flirting with him and soon he asked me on our first date! We quickly became an item and a whole new level of contentment washed over me. 

He was gentle and sweet and never once complained about my insistence on using condoms. I quickly felt myself falling for him and soon he had me wrapped around his finger. When he proposed, I was ecstatic! We got married in less than a year. I carefully tracked my cycle to make sure our wedding day happened during my most fertile time.

On the big night, I kissed him and told him that he would never have to use condoms with me again. I wasn't taking any birth control and I couldn't wait to have his babies. He made love to me that night with a whole new sense of urgency. Whereas in the past I was always worrying about the condom breaking, I surrendered myself to him completely and let him have his way with me. My relinquishment of control was liberating and made me feel very feminine. I lost track of how many times he filled my fertile womb with his thick spend. 

I fell pregnant in no time and looked forward to another swelling belly. I was happy I would have someone to empty my milk filled breasts once I was far enough along. In 3 short years, I popped out 3 of his babies. Cara got along just fine with my new children and I was the happiest mother on earth. My husband loved my milk filled jugs and insisted on drinking from them long after my last child stopped breastfeeding. In the end, things worked out for the best. I am a very content housewife and Anthony is where he belongs, stuck in jail for years to come.



What Goes Around, Comes Around



This story is, in its entirety a work of fiction as well as intended purely as entertainment.

You may not reproduce my work without my explicit consent.

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Speeding down the desolate highway at 80, Rob's cock, hard and throbbing against his jeans, was not concerned with obeying traffic laws. He had been dating his girlfriend Jenny for a month now, and still she would not let him fuck her. Make out with her yes. Knead her bare tits, and suck on them yes. Dry hump with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist in only her tight panties while moaning like a whore, yes. Slip his cock inside that seducing, but ultimately teasing cunt, no.

"That bitch. I'm so sick of this shit. I need to get some pussy, now." Rob spat as he continued driving

Rob liked Jenny, she was cool, but mostly she had a steaming hot body he wanted to stuff his cock in and fill her with his baby juice, just like every other woman he got with. Rob's loyalties lay with giving his cock what it wanted, and that was hot wet pussy tightly wrapped around it.

Rob hated being denied, but he could play and wait for her to give up that sweet pussy to him, it was just a matter of time before he claimed the girl's body and gave her his baby batter. There were few things Rob enjoyed more getting his cock deep in a girls pussy, leaving his cum and conceiving a child in her. He never stuck around after though. Rob liked making babies, not raising them.

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A short while later, on a particularly long and lonely stretch of dark highway Rob noted some blinking lights in the distance. 

"What the hell is that?" Rob questioned to himself, only partly interested.

As Rob neared the destination of his curiosity he saw it. A car had somehow flipped, and was now laying in the road with the emergency lights flashing. Rolling to a halt, Rob got out of his car and approached the wreck. Suddenly a girl 5 feet tall with long brown hair, maybe 18 years old ran out of the darkness at him, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

Rob couldn't help but feel her tits press firmly against him, almost as if it were planned. His cock drowned out any rational thought, and encouraged him to enjoy it, despite the drowned out feelings of Jenny.

"Oh, thank god. I was so scared." She said to Rob.

"What happened here? Are you alright? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Rob asked, while enjoying the feeling of his hard cock pressed against this girl.

"I'm... I'm ok. I was on a date with this guy. We were making out and he just wouldn't stop. I think he was going to rape me!" I managed to knee him in the balls. I ran back to his car and drove away. I was going so fast, I just couldn't keep control of the car." She sobbed

Rob held her and listened intimately; trying hard to not think of this how good this girl's pussy must feel. "Are you sure you're alright? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"No, I'm fine, I just need to get somewhere safe in case he comes looking for his car. I'm not sure where I can get to this late at night without a car though." The girl looked at Rob with teary eyes

Rob's cock still hard with the help of this young woman pressed tightly in his arms prompted the only logical thought his mind would allow at that point. "You can stay at my place if you want. I would enjoy the company, and then tomorrow I can get you home."

"Really? That would be so kind of you, you are such a nice guy." She smiled at Rob. 

A little surprised at how easy it was to get this girl he had just met to agree to spend the night at his place Rob walked her to the passenger door of his car and opened the door for her. Watching her get in, Rob closed the door, got in his side and started the car.

"What's your name? I'm Rob." Rob asked as he shifted the car into drive and started in the direction of home.

"I'm Angela, nice to meet you Rob." her eyes drifting down to the tent in his pants, smiling slightly

"Nice to meet you Angela, please try to relax, I'll get you back to my place and get you some food and you can relax." 

"That would be wonderful Rob. I am starting to get real hungry. I would like to eat something big, and then relax." Angela grinned sweetly at Rob

Rob couldn't help but notice Angela's belly. It was large, as if she were very pregnant. He knew better than to ask, but as impulsive as Rob was he did. "How far along are you Angela?"

"Oh, about 7 months now, I don't like to talk about it really; the father is no longer around." Angela responded

"I'm sorry to hear that." Rob turned on the radio, hoping to take the attention off his question. Rob's cock however was still pulsating. Rob had knocked up enough girls, but he had never pumped more of his cum into one so far along. Rob's mind and cock started planning how the night would end with a clear objective in mind.

Driving the rest of the distance, Robbed arrived at his house, pulling into the Driveway. "Here we are."

Getting out and going to the passenger side, Rob opened Angela's door. Helping her out and up, he guided her willing body into his home. 

"You are so kind sweetie. " Angela said to him

"Anything for a lady in need" He smiled at her 

"Do you need some pajama's to sleep in or anything?" Rob asked 

"Oh, uhm, maybe just a t-shirt, I usually sleep naked, but I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Angela said with a lustful look in her eyes.

Rob's face reddened slightly, not use to a woman so forward. "Su, sure thing Angela." 

Rob quickly retrieving a t-shirt of his gave it to her, and went to the kitchen to prepare something quick for her to eat. He wanted her content and objection less. 

Coming back with some food, Rob's eyes bulged at the sexy sight before him. She stood there smiling at him, her large breasts thrust forward, with hard nipples visible, almost translucent through the cotton. The shirt she was clad in coming down very high on her thighs with the treasure between her legs just barely out of sight. Her stomach having flattened out, a significant concern that Rob's cock blinded him to.

"Here you go Angela; I hope I didn't take to long." Rob went to her, and sat the food down on the nearby coffee table. He turned to her, having a hard time resisting touching her exotic and cock stiffening body.

"Thanks, sweetie." Angela smiled to Rob, looking at the food as he set it down, and taking a step towards him.

"You are so good to me." Angela said, as she leaned up against Rob, her hard nipples pushing into his chest. Looking up into his eyes, she wrapped her arms around his body.

Rob compelled beyond reason, staring into her eyes, brought his head down, and bringing his lips to her own. Their mouths opening, tongues intertwining, Rob brought his right hand up and grabbed her left tit. Grasping it fully he squeezed it, pushing it around in his hand, then taking a second to pinch the nipple between his fingers, and going back to feeling the entirety of the large tit in his hand.

Rob brining both of his hands to Angela's waist, pulling her tightly against his body, her tits crushed against his chest, his pant imprisoned cock pushed tightly against her lower stomach. They continued kissing as Rob slid his hands up above Angela's tits, carrying the thin t-shirt with them, baring her body to him. 

Angela understanding Rob's intent, eagerly lifted her arms, allowing Rob, to lift, and remove the unnecessary object from her body.

Brining his hands quickly back to her tits, rob squeezed and watched them hypnotically. Meanwhile Angela, eager herself brought her hands to Rob's pants, unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper. With a gentle push she brought them down over his hips, letting them and his underwear fall to his ankles. Rob's cock springing free, the air hitting it remembered something.

"I, I thought you were hungry." Rob panted glancing to the food he had brought her.

"Oh, I am." She smiled as she dropped to her knees in front of him, grabbing his cock with both her small hands, and bringing the hot tip to her wet and welcoming lips.

Rob's cock easily glided into Angela's petite mouth, the flesh inside her hugging his cock ever millimeter of the insertion. With a few shallow thrusts, Rob's instincts compelled him to push forward deeply; bottoming out in Angela's gulping mouth. Her throat began to vibrate, as her tongue swirled around his imbedded meat. The sensation quickly wearing on Rob's overstimulated cock. Rob sensing his orgasm coming, tensed his cock hard, expanding his urethra, making room for the ejaculate to flood out, and deep down Angela's thirsty throat.

Rapidly, and disappointingly to both of them, Angela quickly pulled her head back, releasing the hard meat from her milking tonsils. 

"Uhh, mm, what's wrong? Why did you stop? I'm so close." Rob gasped, his rock hard cock on the edge.

"Baby, your cock tastes sooo good. I really want to taste your hot cum, but I need to feel you deep in my pussy. Please put it in me now baby." Angela moaned as she quickly lay back letting her large tits fall apart, as she spread her thighs widely; her pussy flowering open inviting a cock inside. "Hurry Rob, I need it now." She squirmed in pre-orgasmic contractions

More than content with the change of events, Rob briefly looked at her large tits, down to that wet and open hole, and up to her flat and tight stomach. He was going to cum in that well lubricated hole and hopefully fertilize an egg inside her. Rob grinned, and his cock tensed, bobbing up and down at the thought of knocking up another slut. That wet pussy was going to make him cum fast too. 

Rob getting down on his knees between Angela's outspread legs, leaned forward onto his elbows. Rob's head inches above hers, he looked down at the top of her head, Angela's mouth coming up started to suck on Rob's throat, licking and teasing the flesh with tongue and teeth alike. Her breasts pressed tightly against his lower chest, her rigid nipples practically piercing his skin, and her thighs quickly wrapping around his waist, and ass locking her ankles, trapping him to her, and with a hasty desperation pulling his cock into the oozing hole between them.

The couple shared a moan with bringing a cock and pussy together as they were intended to be. Simultaneously they began pumping. Angela using her legs and pelvis to bring her pussy up to meet Rob's cock, as he pounded it down into her eager cunt. Rob's cock unusually sensitive to every inch of moist flesh, tightly clinging to it, which tried futilely to keep it inside her writhing body. 

Knowing he wasn't going to last long, didn't even try to resist. Rob stared thrusting as hard as he could, bottoming out into Angela's pussy. Rob's thoughts drifted to planting his seed in another womb. Angela's legs loosed around his waist, her thighs spreading very wide to make room.

"Cum in in me baby, I want to feel you shoot inside me." Angela moaned up into Rob's ear. "I want you inside me honey... I need you to cum." Angela moaned, her pelvis thrusting up hard, helping Rob push his cock tip against her cervix.

Rob's cock attaining proper stimulation, his hips pressing down firmly, his cock pressed hard into Angela, the opening lining up pressed tightly to her cervix; he released his impregnating seed into her body. "Oh god, I'm cumming in you. " Rob's body tensed, his cock electric with orgasm as sprayed his baby juice into her womb. Her cervix tickling the end of his cock as they continued to press together as he filled her full of hot, fluid seed.

Angela grabbing the sides of his hips held him tight to her, feeling the hot fluid squirting through her cervix and filling her womb. "Oh yes Rob, cum in me, thank you, I was so hungry." She exhaled the words as her body tensed.

Rob's cock started to deflate as his ejaculation into her body ended; hopefully impregnating another female; as was its job. Taking a moment to take pride in a job well done, as well as the ending tinges of his orgasm, Rob propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at a mischievous smile. "I hope you are on birth control, because with all the cum I just dumped into your body you're probably going to get pregnant otherwise." Rob stated, clearly pleased with himself

Angela remained silent, appeared to be straining as she kept that smile directed back up at him.

Slightly confused Rob remembered, "Wait, I thought you were pregnant?" Rob's face contorting in confusion as he looked down between their sweaty and nude bodies. Peering down between her larges tits, sure enough there was her very flat and toned belly.

Startled and an unknown panic settling on Rob, he pushed his body up with his arms, attempting to get off Angela to find he couldn't lift his waist with his limp cock still entrapped inside Angela. Turning his head to look back and discover the reason for his immobility Rob's panic arising in full force as an expression of stark fear appeared on his face.

Angela giggled as she watched her prey turn its head to realize its plight.

Rob's field of vision was consumed with large fleshy folds on either side his body originating from inside of Angela's thighs. These enormous folds of slick flesh appearing to be Angela's labia, except they were huge, easily 5 feet high, as well as 3 feet wide. These huge vaginal lips waved in the air, moisture dripping down the insides all the way down to his hips which were being held tightly between them. 

Before Rob could react further, both of these giant fleshy folds came down on top of Rob, wrapping around his body. Wrapping and compressing him in a wet embrace like a coffin made of skin they pulled Rob's legs and hips in one swift motion bringing the lower half of his body up into her hungry snatch. From the waist up Rob remained outside this predators actual mouth, the giant pussy lips wrapped around him holding his arms tightly to his sides, began to yell "Please..." as her vaginal muscled paired with the large folds swallowed the rest of Rob, pulling his body deep into her body; depositing his entire mass into her womb.

Angela's body returning to normal, she loving looked down at her enormously bulging belly. "Mmmm... it feels so good to be full." 

Standing and wobbling to the couch, Angela pat her belly. "I normally just digest men, fully absorbing them, but I heard about how you have a thing for impregnating women and promptly ditching them. "

"I think this time; I'll absorb most of you, and rebirth the rest of you. I would enjoy having a sweet little girl that will grow into a woman with talents similar to mine."

End