The Cove Ch 4

Babes

Will had made his way back home from where he left Amber and Jackie on the cliff, not far from the Cove. His mind struggled back and forth with the anticipated pleasure of making love to Amber, and hopefully Jackie too, and the worry of what pain he might have to endure by the cock cage he was told he would have to wear. Will knew very little about these two girls, and was sure that there was more to the story of their lifestyle than what either one had told him. They were both very beautiful, intelligent, uninhibited; maybe they were just normal girls. Albeit Jackie was an obvious control-freak and Amber played along with her because they were girlfriends. Then the thought struck him, if they are girlfriends, in a sexual relationship, what do they need me for? What do they really want from me? Amber is very affectionate towards me, but would she ever choose me over Jackie? Suddenly, Will felt more than just a little apprehensive about his visit to Jackie’s house later that evening. What am I really getting myself into, he thought. He had no idea.

For the four girls, it had been a quiet ride from the Cove back to Jackie’s house. The traffic was light and Jackie let Amber drive her convertible BMW for the relatively short trip home. When they pulled into the garage, Jackie addressed the girls.

“Everyone needs to take a shower and wash your hair. Dress casually—shorts and a top are fine. Pick up any clothes and magazines lying around the house, and just straighten things up a bit. Amber, call the Golden Dragon and order dinner for us. Have them deliver it at 7:30. I’m going to my room and take a bath. I want my privacy for a while.”

That said, Jackie grabbed her beach bag, exited the car, and moved swiftly through the house until she reached the master suite, and closed and locked the door behind her.

“Come on girls,” Amber said. “It sounds like I’m using your shower now, and I want to go first. Then I’ll order dinner and make sure the house is picked up for Will.”

The girls gathered their bags and went in the house. They could hear the water running through the pipes to Jackie’s bathroom, filling her bathtub. Amber knew she needed to wait until Jackie shut-off the bath water if she wanted to have decent water pressure for her shower. She went into the bathroom and stripped naked. There was a full length mirror on the back of the door, and Amber looked at her body from top to bottom. She liked what she saw, but her gaze returned to her eyes. Even though she twisted her body from side to side, modeling for the mirror, she stared into her own eyes. She was very excited Jackie had invited Will to their house, and she was thinking that Jackie must really understand her feelings for Will to let him come visit her. There was the issue of the cock cage Jackie said Will would wear at the house, but surely she would take it off when it was time for Will to come to bed with her. Amber’s thought process had completely shifted from her Dom-Sub lifestyle with Jackie, to a heterosexual relationship with Will. She failed to realize, that was just wishful thinking.

At the moment the water shut-off in Jackie’s bath, the faint sound of the whirlpool jets started. All three of the girls heard the sound of the jets, and instinctively, it made each of them shiver. They had all been subject to the rushing water and bubbles from the jets flowing over their pussies, many times. When Jackie wanted to give one of her Subs a special reward, often she would bring them to the bathtub. There Jackie would get in the tub first and invite her Sub to spoon her, laying on top of her body, between her legs, placing her head on Jackie’s shoulder. Jackie would slowly caress her Sub’s body with her hands, and while she would caress her inner thighs and stomach, she would not touch the girl’s pussy in the tub. That’s what the jets were for. Jackie would slowly slide her Sub’s body closer and closer to the jet at the end of the tub. Most of the time, Jackie would direct her Sub to place her feet up on the edge of the tub, then spread her legs, to allow the rushing water to flow over and around her clit. Jackie would focus on playing with the girl’s nipples, brushing them and squeezing them, adding to the arousal. It always resulted in the girl’s powerful orgasm, and Jackie was there to hold her while her body convulsed in pleasure.

Although the girls had never discussed it with each other, they each had also been subject to Jackie’s more direct control of their bathtub orgasm. Jackie would kneel in the tub, and her Sub would lay on Jackie’s legs, placing her head on Jackie’s chest, between her tits. Jackie would reach down and grab the girl behind her knees, pulling her body tighter against her own, and also lifting the girl’s butt off the bottom of the tub. Jackie would position the girl no more than a foot from the powerful water jet. And there she would rock her up and down, directing the fast moving water and bubbles from her asshole to her clit. Jackie was adept and giving the girl just enough stimulation on her clit to bring her close to orgasm, then shifting her body upward, letting the powerful jet push water around her asshole. Jackie was in complete control of the girl’s pleasure, making the excitement build, until finally, the girl would have a body-shaking orgasm, held tightly by her Mistress. Each of the girls wondered quietly to themselves if Jackie was getting herself off on the jets in the bathtub at this very moment.

Jackie lay in the tub, eyes closed, breathing deeply, wanting to relax before she needed to plan the events of the evening with a man in the house. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea she had invited him over. She struggled to think about why she had extended the invitation, and she refused to admit that it was because of the phenomenal orgasm Will gave her with his mouth earlier in the day. She was more comfortable thinking she invited him over to reward her loyal Sub Amber, who had been a very good girl and obeyed the rules when it came to Will. Yes, she thought, this is a reward for Amber. But as she lay there floating in the water, the image of Will’s naked body filled her imagination. She had seen enough of his hard cock to be familiar with its shape, size, color, and the thick vein running up the top of his shaft. She had felt the power of Will’s cock jerking in the grip of her hand when she had stroked him to his orgasm, and was now lost in thought about that same jerking feeling, deep inside her pussy. What a great feeling that would be, to feel his cock erupt inside of her, and the rush of his hot cum filling her up. Jackie’s pulse was racing and she could feel it in her temples. She resisted the temptation to pleasure herself in any way, knowing it was only a short time until Will would arrive. It was time now to focus on the plan for Will and the girls later tonight.

Amber heard the water in the bathtub turn off. She was looking at her tits in the mirror. She loved her perky, tanned tits, and she really liked her sensitive nipples. Now they were soft and flaccid, and she wanted to watch their transformation to arousal, growing smaller, firmer and erect. She placed her hands over her breasts. Her mind recognized both the softness of her nipples and the smoothness of her young hands. She squeezed her tits with the palms of her hands. Then she rubbed her fingers over her nipples, and they reacted as she intended, and began shrinking in width, while rising up in length. She smiled at her image in the mirror and enjoyed the sensation she felt in her nipples.

Without warning, the door flew open until it hit the wall, and in walked Kim and Anne into the bathroom, closing the door behind them.

“What are you doing?” Exclaimed Amber, covering her erect nipples with her hands.

“What are you doing?” Anne immediately retorted.

“I’m taking a shower. Why are you two in here?” Amber wanted to know.

“We’re going to join you in the shower,” Kim said, starting to remove her bikini.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Amber shot back. “Did you ask Jackie if we could shower together?”

“No,” Kim and Amber said in unison.

Anne went on, “Jackie told us to shower and wash our hair, and so we are going to do just that, and she knows we like to wash each other’s hair.”
Kim was now naked, and stood grinning at Amber. “Come on Amber, you know you love it when I wash your hair. Besides, the jets just started running in Jackie’s tub. She’ll probably be in there for a while.”

Amber loudly let out her breath, shaking her head. “I guess Jackie doesn’t need to know how we showered tonight, but if she finds out and is not happy, I’m going to punish you two after she’s done with us.”

Kim walked around Amber and turned on both shower heads, one at either end of the large, walk-in shower that would easily accommodate the three of them. Actually, they had all been in there together a few times, with Jackie too, the last time after a fun experience with chocolate syrup and whipped cream got a little out of control. It’s amazing what happens when there are 6 other hands in the shower with you. That’s too many hands to stop them from touching you where you might not want to be touched. It ended up being a very pleasurable end to a fun night.

Anne stripped off her bikini too, and like Amber, looked over her voluptuous, nude form in the mirror and smiled, happy that the body she saw, gave her so much pleasure. She joined Kim in the shower, giving her wet butt cheek a slap as she passed her. Amber looked under the sink and found two large, natural sponges. As Kim and Anne each relaxed under the spray of the shower heads, and Amber stepped in and positioned herself between them.

“OK, here are your sponges, I’m first.” Amber had forgotten her concerns about her Mistress, and now wanted to enjoy the feeling of her roommates washing her hair and body. The girls took the sponges, got them wet in the stream of water from the shower, and then poured on the body wash. The sweet smell of lavender filled the bathroom. Amber stood between the two girls, the taller Kim in front of her, and the shortest of the three, Anne, behind her. They both started at the top of Amber’s body, Kim at her collar bones, Anne at the top of the shoulders. The body wash lathered-up quickly, and the stark white, bubbly foam, began to run down Amber’s smooth, tanned skin. The foam completely covered Amber’s perky tits with a slow moving, white blanket. The movement of the slippery liquid made Amber’s nipples get erect again. The foam raced down between her perky breasts, and coated her flat stomach, then directed by her protruding hip bones, the foam moved to the center of her body, flowing softly over her pussy, dripping from her smooth pussy lips to the floor of the shower. Behind her, Anne was just starting to make circles on Amber’s back, and the white foam coated her round butt, flowing more quickly down the crack between her cheeks.

“OK girls,” Amber said to them. “No fooling around with those sponges, get me clean so we can get out of here. We have all night to have fun together.”
Neither girl responded, but they did pick up the pace of washing Amber’s body, and Amber easily noticed that the washing had become more utilitarian and less Escort sensual. Kim and Anne made their way down Amber’s body, circling their sponges, and were finishing up by washing her feet and ankles. They had behaved themselves while washing Amber, except when Anne’s finger had taken the slippery path down between Amber’s butt cheeks, stopping momentarily to push firmly against Amber’s very tight ass hole. Amber certainly felt Anne’s finger on her sensitive hole, but refrained from making any statement to acknowledge her attempt to derail the basic shower and turn it into something more pleasurable. She knew Anne had done this just to get a reaction out of her, and while she would typically react to her little game, it would not be in the shower right now.

Amber stepped under the running water and rinsed her body, wetting her hair as well, so the girls could wash it. She turned around to face Anne, with the taller Kim behind her, making it easy for Kim to scrub her scalp, and wash her long brown hair. Kim put her hands on Amber’s hips and pulled her back into the shower stream, sending more white foam down her back and flowing through the crack in her ass. Amber tilted her head back and closed her eyes, she couldn’t see that Kim and Anne had made eye contact and planned a little sneak attack using hand signals and head nods.

Anne placed her petite hands over Amber’s breasts, pushing her erect nipples flush with the skin around them. She slowly slid her hands down Amber’s wet, slippery body, and when she got to her hips, Anne’s hands went around her waist and down her ass, squeezing a butt cheek in each hand. She released the squeeze and then Amber felt Anne’s grip tighten against her ass, thinking she was going to squeeze it again, only harder. But instead, this time Anne pulled Amber’s ass cheeks apart, and Kim quickly inserted a soapy finger inside of Amber’s butt hole. Amber’s sphincter immediately contracted, but Kim’s finger was much too slippery, and it slid in deep, all the way up to the knuckle on Kim’s hand. Amber reacted by pushing her hips forward, but she only moved an inch, as Anne had moved closer to Amber, trapping her body between the two girls.

“Hey!” Amber yelled as Kim’s finger bottomed out in her ass. “What’s going on? I said no fooling around.”

Kim started to gently slide her soapy finger up and down in Amber’s ass. Amber didn’t have the leverage to push Anne out of her way in front of her, so she started twisting her hips from side-to-side, trying to expel the finger from her ass. Kim was doing a good job moving in unison with Amber, and although her finger almost slipped out twice, she kept stroking inside Amber’s tight butt hole.

“Enough! Get your finger out of my ass! Amber was not happy she had been ambushed. It wasn’t that she didn’t like things in her ass; it was just that this was not the time for it.

Amber suddenly thrust her hips forward, knocking Anne backwards, and squeezed her sphincter tight, winning the battle against Kim’s finger, pushing it out of her ass. Amber stepped to the other end of the shower, away from her playmates. Anne and Kim were laughing out loud, and they embraced under the running shower.

Kim stopped laughing just long enough to say, “What a rodeo! I stayed in for 8 seconds—I win!” That made both girls burst out in another round of laughter. The comment surprised Amber, and her frustration quickly faded and she found the humor in Anne’s remark.

“OK you two. You think you’re so funny. I’m going to get even with both of you—but not now.”

“Come on Amber,” Anne encouraged her. “Get even with us now, we want to play.” Anne bent over slightly and put her hands on her knees, with her butt pushed out. She swayed her hips, moving her butt back and forth in a teasing motion.

“I’m putting conditioner in my hair, and then I’m getting out. You two are on your own. Keep your hands off of me while I finish.”

Kim and Anne were a little perplexed that their sexy friend didn’t want to play, at least a little bit, but the thought quickly left their heads as they poured body wash onto their sponges and began to soap up each other’s body. They each made feeble attempts at rubbing on the other’s most sensitive parts with the slippery sponges, while Amber finished her hair, rinsed off one more time, and stepped out of the shower.

She took one towel, bent over forward, and gathered all of hair in it, twisted it twice, and flipped the hair-filled towel on top of her head. She took a second towel and quickly dried her body. She wrapped the towel around her body, which covered her from her tits to her ass, and said a quick “Bye girls,” as she headed for the bathroom door. Amber saw that Kim was kneeling in front of Anne, making it easier for the shorter Anne to have better access to wash her hair. Kim had her hands on Anne’s hips, and she was kissing her stomach, just above her waist line while Anne massaged Kim’s scalp. Amber thought to herself, those girls are trouble. I hope they behave when Will gets here.

Amber went down the hall to her room. She didn’t bother to close the door, and quickly shed her towel. She walked directly to her dresser, skipping her underwear drawer; she pulled open the drawer below. She found a pair of black yoga shorts, with yellow trim on the waist and legs, and a loose fitting, yellow tank top. While the skin-tight shorts showed off every curve of Amber’s ass, hips and pubic bone, the tank top allowed ample room for her breasts to sway freely, and provided glimpses down the front and sides to view the round orbs covered by the fabric. She called the restaurant and ordered their dinner. She stood in front of the mirror in her room, unwound her hair, grabbed a brush and the blow dryer, and started to dry and style her hair. Looking at her tilted face in the mirror while she dried her hair, she thought she needed some eye liner and a touch of mascara. When she turned off the blow dryer, she noticed the house was quiet, no sounds from the jets in the tub, no running water in the girls’ shower. Amber made up her eyes, and put on some transparent, pink lip balm. It wasn’t the sticky kind of balm; it moisturized her lips and gave them a wet look. She smiled at her reflection and thought about how confident she felt with her body and her desires. She liked feeling this way.

Anne and Kim were in their shared bedroom, and both still had their bath towels wrapped around their bodies. They heard Amber pass by in the hallway.

“Hey Amber,” Kim called. “Whatcha wearing tonight?”

Amber did a quick u-turn and walked back to the bedroom doorway. She stood momentarily facing the girls, then spun around with her back to them and rose up on her toes, showing off the muscles in her calves and ass.

“Girl, you look hot!” Kim said. “Anne, look at that body!”

“She always looks hot,” replied Anne. Amber disappeared down the hall smiling at what her two friends had said about her. She wondered to herself, is it because I look good that it gives me confidence, or is it my confidence that makes me look good? It was a question worth finding the answer to, but that would have to wait for later.

Kim and Anne had done a great job of cleaning up the place before they joined her in the shower. Amber decided that since the kitchen table only sat four people, she would set out the plates and sauces on the coffee table in the living room, and everyone could sit on the floor or furniture there to eat. Just as she finished, she heard Jackie call her name from her bedroom at the back of her house.

“Hey Amber, can you come here for a minute.”

“Sure,” Amber called back.

On her way down the hall, she passed Kim and Anne coming out of the bedroom. Kim had put on nearly the same outfit Amber was wearing except the tank was cropped on Kim’s long torso, and you could see her brown, toned stomach. Anne was wearing a tight-fitting sports bra underneath her tank top, as her 36D breasts needed some support. Amber thought the top made her cleavage look great, and her mind almost drifted off to relive some of the fun she had playing with the ample breasts of her petite roommate.

Jackie’s door was ajar, and Amber knocked twice as she walked in and closed it behind her. She froze in her tracks when she saw her very beautiful Mistress standing next to the bed. It immediately occurred to her, she had never seen Jackie look quite this feminine before. She looked irresistible.

Jackie stood in her bedroom on her studded leather heels, her feet and legs adorned by sheer black, lace- top stockings, black leather micro-skirt, and black, silk, sleeveless blouse, tied in front, just under her breasts. She wore her blonde mane in an up-doo, and small wisps of hair fell around Jackie’s face. She was wearing make-up, more than usual, Amber thought, as she noticed the glitter in the lotion Jackie had applied to her body. And then there was her smell. Jackie’s perfume smelled so good, Amber thought it was making her mouth water.

Amber’s speech stammered, “Yes, Jackie… um… Yes, Mistress. How can I help you?”

“First, how do you think I look?”

“Mistress, you look stunning,” Amber was smiling when she gave her opinion. “You are very beautiful.”

“What will Will think? Do you think he will respect my role in our house?”

“Will is going to think you look great… and very sexy. He will obey you no matter what you wear.” Amber started to get concerned that her Mistress might be making a play for her man. “May I ask what you plan to do with Will tonight, Mistress?”

“Yes, that’s why I called you back here. I want to tell you that while I respect your relationship with Will, I need to challenge his boundaries, to find out what kind of man he is. I don’t want him to become my Sub, unless you and he would want that to happen. Will needs to respect the person I am in your life, and obey me when it’s required. Amber, Will is yours, and because of that, he is mine too. There may be things I do to him that you don’t want me to do, but you are not in control. I am. If you do not disobey me during Will’s indoctrination to our mutual relationship, I will allow you to be there for him, when I, you, Anne, and Kim are done with him at the end of the night. He will have responsibilities that he must complete, but when he completes them, he will be yours.”

Amber’s head was reeling from Jackie’s speech. “Jackie… Mistress… I thought you said Will would not be yours, he would be mine, and I know he will honor the rules you set. I thought…”

“Stop Amber. Don’t say another word. I invited Will to my house to participate in the experiences that take place here. He is yours outside of my house, but when he is here, he is mine, and I dictate what happens between you two.” This was the first part of what was about to happen that Jackie knew would challenge her relationship with Amber. It was a risk she was willing to take.

Amber wanted to protest further, but she knew better than to directly challenge her Mistress. She thought she was going to have to use creative tactics to influence Jackie, like she did earlier in the day, to maintain the relationship she wanted to have with Will.

Jackie was afraid Amber Escort Bayan might protest further, so she immediately changed the subject. She looked sternly at her Sub and said, “Tell me about your shower.”
Amber knew better than to lie. “We showered together, so we could wash each other’s hair.” She wondered what Jackie already knew. Had she heard them in there?

“You did? What happened with the three of you in the shower?” This is where Amber needed to be careful about what she said.

“Well, it was just a normal shower. We were trying to hurry so we could pick-up around the house and get ready for Will.” Amber’s voice had lost some of its strength.

Jackie stared at her Sub, and waited to hear more from her.

“Everything was fine, but you know Kim and Anne… they are always playing around… and they tried to put their fingers in my butt. Well… Kim did put her finger in me, but I squeezed it out as soon as I could.”

“Hmm. That sounds like them. What did you say to them for doing that?”

“I said they would be punished later.” Amber left out the fact that she said she would be delivering the punishment.

“Good. You were right. They need to be punished for trying to take you without my permission.”

“Mistress, please don’t do anything too severe to them. They were only playing.”

“Yes, I understand. Their punishment will be somewhat playful as well. Come with me.”

Jackie left her bedroom and unlocked the first door she came to. It opened into the dungeon. The lights were already on, and Amber could see that Jackie had staged a few items for later, although she could not figure out what her Mistress’ plan might be. Jackie went to the back wall and opened one of the many boxes stored on the shelves. She shifted a few things around and found what she was looking for.

“Here, take these to the kitchen.” She handed Amber two stainless steel butt plugs with a large, artificial jewel on the end. Put them in a pot of water on the stove, bring it to a simmer—not a boil—and bring them to me on a towel when they are sufficiently heated.”

Amber took the plugs from her Mistress, and gave her a smile from ear-to-ear. Jackie tried not to smile back, but she couldn’t entirely control her facial muscles, even when biting her lip. A sly smile came across her face.

“Go! Bring them to me after you heat them up.”

Amber had one plug in each hand, which nearly concealed them, and she walked quickly to the kitchen. Kim and Amber were on the couch, and likely didn’t see Amber pass behind them on her mission to follow her Mistress’ orders.

Amber put the butt plugs a small sauce pan, and filled it with enough water to cover the plugs. She placed the pan on the stove. She glanced at the clock on the microwave, it was a few minutes before 7:00. She turned the knob to high, and began watching the pot. She heard Jackie’s voice in the main room.

“Hi ladies, what have you been up to? I hear you all showered together. Anything you need to tell me?”

Anne, the one who most wanted to please her Mistress, spoke first. “No Mistress. It was just a normal shower. We washed each other’s hair.”

“Yes, that’s what we did,” added Kim.

“Ladies, do I need to specifically ask you where any of your fingers went while you all were in the shower?!”

“No Mistress,” they both stated in unison.

Jackie’s voice was loud and stern. Stand up and take off your shorts!!” Surprised, the two girls stood up from the couch and did as they were told.
“Take two steps forward, stand with your feet apart, hands crossed in front of your body.”

Both girls had been in this position before, and expected they were about to get their asses paddled. Anne’s ass was the biggest of the four girls. It was round, smooth, and milky-white, and her cheeks drooped slightly below the tops of her legs. Kim’s ass was much smaller, and in comparison to Anne’s, could be considered flat. Her cheeks were small and muscular, contained almost no body fat, and protruded ever so slightly between her lower back and the tops of her legs, Kim called it her “runner’s ass.”

Jackie smiled because she knew the girls were likely thinking about a punishment she had no intention of giving them. She sat down on the couch. She had a small bottle of lube in her hand. Amber walked out of the kitchen carrying a dish towel with the two very warm butt plugs wrapped inside, and placed the towel next to Jackie.

“OK girls, get down on your elbows and knees. Arch your backs. I want to see your little butt holes.”

Both girls moved down as instructed. Kim’s tight little hole was very prominent as her butt cheeks almost disappeared when she bent over. The view of Anne’s ass was that of two large round, white mounds, with her butt hole deep inside the soft flesh. It was a beautiful contrast in the variety of erotic shapes a woman’s body can take.

Jackie still wanted to keep her action a surprise. She picked up one of the heavy butt plugs, with a ruby colored jewel on the end, and she held it up and squirted the lube from the bottle onto the tip. Before the lube could run the length of the plug and drip off, she handled the bottle of lube to Amber, and used her free hand to spread the lube on the very warm metal.

Jackie glanced away from the butt plug, looking up at Amber standing by her side. In barely a whisper she said, “Get that one, we are going to do this at the same time.”

Amber’s excitement was evident in her expression, and she quickly grabbed the second butt plug with the sapphire colored jewel, and poured the lube on it as Jackie had done. When Jackie slid off the couch and knelt behind Anne, Amber got into the same position behind Kim. They each held the butt plugs upright, trying to avoid dripping any lube on the carpet.

“Girls, you know I am a tolerant of you touching each other’s body, in the shower or otherwise, and you know you are not allowed to bring yourself or another girl to orgasm without my permission. When I ask you what happened in the shower, I expect an honest answer. Neither of you gave me one. Since you seem to be fixated on Amber’s butt, I am going to give you something to remind you that your butts are available for my pleasure as well.”

With that said, she looked at Amber and nodded. Almost in union, the two girls placed the tips of the metal plugs directly on their victims butt holes, and slowly but forcefully pushed them all the way in, until only the flared, jewel capped end could be seen. Both Kim and Anne had not expected the warm plug penetrating their asses, and instinctively the muscles in their bodies flinched as their sphincters tightened at the first feel of the plug, but immediately lost the battle to block the slippery intrusion.

Although the insertion of the plugs caused the two girls to lean slightly forward, putting more weight on their elbows on the floor, neither one of them uttered a sound. They knew the rules; head down, ass up, no noises.

Amber couldn’t help herself and busted out laughing. She knew she didn’t have direct permission from her Mistress to take any other actions, but since Jackie let her participate in the quasi-punishment, she felt she had some authority to continue.

“Ha!” She exclaimed and slapped Kim on her right butt cheek, instantly causing a red hand print to appear. “That’s what you get for sneak-attacking my ass in the shower!”

Jackie didn’t want this situation to get out of hand, so she addressed her Subs. “Kim and Anne, stand up and face the wall like you had been doing. Amber, you are going to put each girl’s shorts back on them, and you are to make sure those butt plugs are in tight and will not go anywhere.”

They both knew the curved shape of the plug made it secure in their ass, and it would take a firm pull on the jeweled end to actually remove it. Jackie’s orders gave Amber permission to play with the plugs, at least for a minute or two, before covering the girls’ bottoms in their tight, black shorts.

Jackie sat back down on the middle of the couch and cleaned the lube off of her hands with the kitchen towel. She handed the towel to Amber to wipe her hands as well. Amber, still behind the girls, gathered their spandex shorts, and held them in front of each girl’s feet so they could step into them. She started pulling up Anne’s shorts first, and Anne thought Amber was going to skip the “testing” of her plug as Mistress Jackie had directed. Amber stopped pulling up the shorts just below Anne’s butt cheeks. She pulled up Kim’s shorts to the same position.

Jackie was somewhat impressed with the view her favorite Sub, Amber, had created for her. Kim’s and Anne’s asses were nicely framed between the shorts below and the tops covering most of their backs. The shorts were pulled up to where Jackie had a view of the girls’ bare, soft, pussy lips hanging below their butt cheeks. Kim’s inner labia hung outside of her outer lips, similar to Jackie’s pussy, but Anne’s large, puffy outer lips concealed the rest of her pink folds inside. Jackie could easily see Kim’s blue jewel buried between her small butt cheeks, but the red jewel on Kim’s plug was nearly hidden inside her large, soft ass.

Amber knelt on the floor behind the space between the two girls. She reached up with both hands, and found the jeweled, flared end of the plugs, and grasped them tightly. She started by twisting them, left and right, which helped to loosen the tight grip the girls’ ass muscles maintained on the plug. Amber then began rocking the plugs up and down, then left to right, swirling them around inside the girls. Finally, she flicked her middle finger repeatedly on the jeweled end of the plug. The girls could feel the vibration caused by Amber’s fingernail hitting the plug, and it felt good.

Amber stopped working the plugs, and slowly rubbed the back of her hands down the butt cracks of each girl, following the curve under their cheeks, until the back of her hand made contact with each girls’ pussy lips, and applied just enough pressure to slightly part them. As Amber thought it would be, both girls were slippery with their own juices having moistened their delicate lips. Amber slid her hands out from between each girls’ legs and could see the clear, slippery juice on her tanned hands. She turned to face Jackie sitting on the couch, and extended her arms, letting her hands drop, so Jackie could see the wetness from the girls’ pussies.

“Thank you for showing me that Kim and Anne enjoyed their punishment. Surprise me and do something with it that will make me happy.” Jackie was mildly interested in what her favorite Sub might have learned from her over the past few years.

Hearing hear Mistress’ wishes, Amber initially thought she might lick the juices from her hands herself, but she quickly thought of Will’s imminent arrival, and did not want to have the taste of the girls’ juices on her lips and tongue when she would kiss him.

She thought of another idea. She walked around and stood in front of the gap between Kim and Anne, facing them. She held her arms angled slightly away from her body, the wet backs of her hands facing the girls.

“Get down and clean off my hands, you messy Bayan Escort little girls!”

Jackie immediately smiled, and as Kim and Anne lowered themselves to their knees and began licking the other’s pussy juice from Amber’s hands, she realized Amber was staring into her eyes, looking for her approval. “Nice,” she whispered to her Sub.

Jackie surveyed the scene in front of her, and she admired the blue and red jewels that adorned the beautiful asses of her Subs. She felt a little regret that Will would be here momentarily and she could not let the current situation play out with her girls. She stood up and stepped forward to meet Amber, gently kissing her on her lips.

“That’s enough girls. Stand up and pull your shorts up. You all were very good. I’ll keep that in mind later in the night.”

Just as their shorts were straighten and they adjusted their hair so it wasn’t in their face any longer, there was a knock on the door. Will had arrived. Amber looked to see if Jackie was going to answer the door, and suddenly realized Jackie had left the room. Will knocked again as Amber moved towards the door.
Amber pulled the door open. “Hi Will!”

“Hi,” Will said as he leaned in, kissing Amber on the lips. As he pulled back, he noticed the two smiling girls, standing farther back in the room.

“Come in and meet my friends.” Amber stepped aside and let Will enter the house, closing the door behind him. Kim and Anne immediately recognized what drew Jackie and Amber to Will. This guy was hot. From his tall, statuesque build, curly, sandy-blonde hair, and deep blue eyes, their imaginations were running wild with what other, hidden features he possessed, that they would be enamored with.

Will moved around the couch to shake hands with the girls, and even though he approached Anne with an extended hand, she hooked her arms around his waist, gave him a light hug, but insured she pushed her soft tits hard enough against his sternum that he would notice them. Will was almost a full foot taller than Anne.

“Hi big guy, nice to meet you. I’m Anne.”

“Hi Anne,” Will replied, making eye contact, but trying to glimpse down at the large tits she just pushed up against his body.

Kim wanted her chance to get her arms around this young stud too. “Hi, I’m Kim,” she said, nearly stepping in front of Anne. Kim was the tallest of the four women, and nearly matched Will’s height. When she hugged him, she pressed her cheek against his clean shaven face, feeling his hard cheekbone against her soft skin. Will’s sense of smell detected a faint, musky, sexual smell has he hugged Kim back, and held the embrace a second too long.

“Hey you two, break it up over there. I saw him first!” Amber called to her friends.

“Well not exactly first,” came Jackie’s voice from the hallway. Their heads swiveled to look at Jackie, who made herself present without anyone seeing her coming. Will could not hide his surprise and excitement when he saw Jackie and the sexy outfit she was wearing. He felt his dick twitch twice and slowly start to fill with blood. As he crossed the room to meet Jackie, his dick was growing in his shorts. When they embraced, it was Will that pulled Jackie tight against his body, and she felt his swelling dick push against her, just above her pubic bone.

As Will tilted his head to kiss Jackie on her cheek, she whispered in his ear so the girls couldn’t hear her, “That’s why you need to wear a cock cage when you are in my house. You can’t control your dick.”

Will pulled his head back, looked Jackie in the eyes and smiled. He couldn’t refute her claim. There was no way he could control his dick with Jackie in her sexy outfit. Although he had previously seen her naked, she was incredibly sexy in her heels, stockings, skirt and blouse. She followed Will’s gaze as it moved lower, first looking at her cleavage, and then studying the double knot in her blouse, tied tight just below her tits. Now she could feel his dick pulse against her body from under his shorts. She pushed him back to create a small distance between their bodies, and did him a favor by walking around him and addressing the girls, giving him a second to get his dick under control before he had to turn around and expose his bulge.

“Who’s ready for a glass of wine? I know I am.” Jackie crossed the room and headed towards the kitchen, Kim and Anne moved to follow her, feeling the weight of the metal butt plugs with every step they took.

Amber closely watched the exchange between her Mistress and the man she thought of as her boyfriend. She was not happy with the way either of them behaved, but she could not address it with Jackie, and for the time being, could not speak to Will about it given the current audience. As Will turned to face the room, Amber saw the sizable bulge in his shorts, and immediately felt a hollow feeling in her stomach. Amber’s mind was racing. Had Jackie invited Will to the house to seduce him for her own pleasure? Will already gave her an orgasm earlier today, what else did she want from him? Is she going to steal Will away from me?

When Will finally looked away from the three women headed for the kitchen and glanced at Amber, she had a very troubled expression on her face. Will immediately knew his exchange with Jackie had hurt Amber’s feelings, and that was not his intention. He quickly walked to where she stood, and leaned in to kiss her. Amber stood stiff and did not lift her head to meet his lips. Will kissed her on her forehead.

Jackie called from the kitchen, “Will, what are you drinking? Amber, I poured you a glass of sauvignon blanc.”

“I’ll have a beer. A Primo if you have one.”

“I do. Wanna glass?”

“The bottle is fine.”

There was a knock at the door and Amber went to accept the delivery of their dinner. She brought it to the living room and placed the two bags on the coffee table next to the plates she set out. The three women moved from the kitchen to join Will and Amber, and Anne brought Amber’s wine. The Chinese food from the Golden Dragon was delicious, and there was not much conversation over dinner. Will focused on keeping his gaze on the faces of the four women he was dining with, and Amber stayed focused on Will.

After the meal was complete, Kim and Anne started cleaning up everyone’s dishes, taking things to the kitchen. Amber and Will sat on the sofa, while Jackie relaxed nearby in a leather upholstered easy chair.

Jackie addressed the two of them. “Will, after your performance earlier today, I think you are worthy of joining our little family here. Amber is very fond of you, and I think you are of her. She happens to be my girlfriend as well, and lives by a set of rules, crafted by me. I think you are capable of living by these rules as well, and by doing so, it will allow you to continue to sexually satisfy Amber as well as let me have access to a male to further educate my girls. It is highly likely that you will not agree with everything I will insist that you do, but you will do it for me to maintain your relationship with Amber. Do you consent to my terms?”

“Can we talk about what you mean when you say you have access to a male to educate your girls?”

“Yes Mistress,” Amber added. “What Will you make Will do?”

“Amber, you know I do not have to explain myself to either of you, but on this one occasion, I will clarify my intentions. Kim and Anne, and even you Amber, have had minimal sexual experiences with a man. Will, it seems, although proving some skills with his tongue and fingers earlier today, also has limited experience. I would like to create sexual experiences between a man and woman, or women in our case, which will open your minds to the limitless pleasure good sex can provide. It is my goal to create pleasure through discipline and control, as well as outright experimentation. Having a man in the dungeon will expand the realm of possibilities for each of us.”

“What? What’s a dungeon?” Will interrupted.

Neither woman answered. “So Will and I can pursue our relationship outside of the house, like a normal man and woman? Asked Amber.

“Eventually, that could happen. In the short term, it all depends on how well each of you behaves and do not break the rules. I will need to trust you both to be off on your own, and follow the rules I set forth for you.”

Will’s concerns from his earlier speculation were coming to fruition. “Amber, I don’t know about this. I want to see you, but I’m not sure I can do everything Jackie will try and make me do.”

Before Amber could reply, Jackie made one last statement. “Will, you can walk away from this relationship anytime it suits you. Your safe word is ‘Primo,’ like your beer. Once you say it, whatever is happening will stop, and you and Amber will have two hours to say your goodbyes. And then you will leave the house, permanently.”

“I just don’t know. I’ve never heard about anything like this.”

“Will, it’ll be fine. Jackie is a wonderful Mistress and she cares about me. She wouldn’t hurt you, because she knows it would hurt me.”

Jackie relished in the false truth she heard her Sub tell her boyfriend. She clarified Amber’s words in her own head, “I won’t hurt Will if he obeys the rules, but if he fails to satisfy me, or pleasures himself without my permission, there will be hell to pay.”

“Come on Will,” Amber pleaded. “Please do it for me… for us.”

Will glanced back and forth between the two women; Amber expressing her eagerness for his consent, Jackie feeling she was going to have to control her anger if he said no to her offer.

“Alright.” Will exhaled, still confused. “I’ll do it.”

At that moment Anne and Kim had returned from the kitchen. Hearing Will’s statement, Anne beamed a bright smile from her tanned, round face. “Do what?” she said in her sexiest voice.

“Amber, go get the wrist cuffs from the dungeon. Ladies, Will just decided to join our family, which is fantastic for all four of us. You are really going to enjoy having Will around to provide you with some new and different pleasure than what you can give each other, and I’m sure Will will benefit from having your tasty little pussies and asses around to satisfy his desires—when I let him.”

Amber hadn’t left the room yet to retrieve the cuffs, hanging on every word of her Mistress.

“Go get those cuffs!” Jackie said, angry that she had to tell Amber twice. She hoped her girls were not going to abandon the discipline she worked so hard to teach them now that there was a man in the house.

Amber returned momentarily with the leather cuffs. “Give one each to Kim and Anne. Will, stand up and turn around. Amber, pull his shirt off, up over his head. Girls, secure the cuffs on his wrists and clip them together behind his back.”

Amber pulled off Will’s shirt and then watched her friends cuff his wrists. No one paid attention to Jackie approaching from Will’s back. As soon as the cuffs were clipped together, Jackie reached up with both hands and pulled a black, cotton hood over Will’s head. The hood felt like a small, loose pillow case, and in the light of the living room he could easily make out the various dark figures of the furniture and girls around him.

He immediately recalled the words on the slip of paper from the fortune cookie he had eaten after dinner. “Your imagination is a playground. Use it.”

The Party_(12)

Group Sex

I shifted about awkwardly, not entirely sure what to do with myself. I wasn’t used to parties and had dressed to my friend, Corinne’s advice: denim shorts and a thin, tight top, showing traces of my lacy black bra. I’d let my brown hair fall naturally and kept my make up simple and subtle, having not been sure what to expect. Being honest, I wanted to go to bed. By 2 am, the vodka was giving me a headache and the shitty music was obnoxiously loud.

Girls danced around me in hot pants and tiny tops, barely dressed. I looked at them with my eyebrows raised as I took a sip of my drink and turned back to my friends. Corinne giggled flirtatiously as she stroked the arm of one of the dark skinned boys we were talking to. Being mixed race herself, she looked incredible, with large tits and gorgeous curling hair; almost all eyes in our group were on her.

I met the gaze of a guy across the room; he was black like a lot of the others here, very tall and probably about 18, a couple of years older than me. He briefly scanned me up and down, lingering slightly on my reasonably sized 34c boobs. I looked away.

I tapped Corrine on the arm and gestured that I was going into the kitchen. Manoeuvring into the equally packed room, I took the opportunity to slip the contents of my drink into the pot of a house plant. The taste of it tingle unpleasantly in my mouth, having been less than half diluted vodka when she’d poured it for me. I refilled my glass with regular coke.

I was about to rejoin Corrine when the guy I’d seen a few minutes earlier caught up with me.

“Hey baby,” He said, the music blaring around us, giving him an excuse to get nearer.

“Hi,” I replied, nervously.

He put his hand on my back and gently started stroking the, “Haven’t seen you here before.”

“I know, this isn’t really my thing,” I said.

His palm moved further down, playing with the waist line of my shorts, “Why not?” He asked coolly, pretending to take an interest in me.

“I’m not that kind of girl. Live fast, die young, y’know.”

He laughed and said with a grin, “I think it would suit you, baby,”

I started to smile, “Oh yeah?” He was a smooth talker for sure, something that could charm any slut here into bed and Corrine was particularly the type to succumb to it. Not me.

“Definitely,” He said, slipping his hand lower to lightly squeeze my ass. I brushed him off and turned away a little, not wanting him to get much closer.

Corrine came bounding up to us through the crowd with her new friend in tow. “Hey guys, we’re going for a smoke if you wanna come outside,” She giggled. We followed Escort her onto the terrace; the air was warm and thick for July and the music was quieter out here. “At last, I can hear myself think.” There were just four of us now and she briefly introduced me to Marcus.

“I’m Harrison,” said the guy I’d spoken to, as he flicked his lighter under the cigarette pursed between his lips. Corinne and Marcus lit up as well while I gazed into the bottom of the glass I still held, feeling like a third wheel. I listened to her talk to him in her playfully girly voice as his hands wandered her body.

Harrison edged closer to me again, letting his fingers creep around my waist. I stiffened slightly and remained silent.

“It’s just a bit of fun, baby,” He said smoothly, sensing my discomfort.

“I’d rather not,” I replied.

“Suit yourself,” He said dismissively, dusting ashes onto the grass and leaning against the railing of the terrace. I watched him breath smoke into the air and resisted the urge to cough.

Soon, cigarette butts were being stamped into the ground and Corinne and Marcus were in a fully lip locked embrace as she rubbed his crotch. They crept back into the house holding hands and heading upstairs while she cast me a backwards glance and mouthed ‘see you later’, met by my exasperated expression.

I turned back to Harrison, now alone with him and sighed. “Hey, come over here with me,” He said, taking my wrist firmly and leading me away from the house.

“No, I should get back inside,” I said as I attempted to shift his grip.

“C’mon, just stay for a bit,” He kept pulling me along and eventually stopped in the shadows, surrounded by a handful of tress.

“I should go…” I began, starting to feel more than uncomfortable, but he cut me off as he cradled my face and pressed his toned body against mine. I could feel his hard cock on my hip, straining in his jeans.
He started running his hands over my body as his lips met my neck. His touch was affectionate but very firm and almost controlling; I wasn’t sure I liked it.

“This is your last chance,” He said quietly into my ear.

“Last chance for what?!” I cried, trying to push him away, feeling the fright building inside me.

“Come on,” He whispered, moving his hand to gently stroke the thin strip of material separating his fingers from my smooth pussy. There was a lurching feeling in my stomach.

“Don’t!” I said loudly, “I already told you I’m not interested!”

I felt a sharp smack across my cheek as my head was knocked back. Dazed, I stared at him as he raised his fist. He hit me again, Escort Bayan giving me barely enough time to cover my face. “Frigid bitches like you need to fucking loosen up!” He shouted.

“Stop it!” I screamed as he beat me to the ground, sending a searing pain through my jaw and nose. The thorns and twigs on the grass scratched against my creamy skin as he shoved me down into the mud. I was bewildered.

His rugged breath was heavy as he leant over me, forcing the side of my face flat against the floor with his left hand while the right worked on undoing the buttons on my shorts. I continued screaming and calling out, tears streaming down my cheeks as I lost control to him.

“Look bitch, shut the fuck up unless you want a knife up your cunt,” he hissed brutally. I whimpered, quietening at once. My head was pounding and the blood roared in my ears. Surely he didn’t mean that.

“Please stop,” I begged him while I desperately clawed at his arms. I kicked and struggled beneath him as he lifted his hand from my head; he curled his fingers into a fist again and smashed his knuckles down square in my face with a sick thud. My scream wavered as the night suddenly flashed blotchy shades of violet and magenta. I let my head roll to the side as warm blood dribbled from my mouth and my writhing subsided momentarily.

He continued fiddling with my shorts and yanked them down to my ankles. He tucked two fingers into my underwear, ignoring my light tuft of hair, and roughly plunged them between my lips. My tight, unlubricated pussy burned as this stranger worked his fingers in and out of me and heavily breathed down on my face. I whined and turned my head to the other side with my eyes squeezed shut.

“You feel like a virgin,” He said, his lips curling cruelly. I wasn’t. But it didn’t matter to him either way.

“Stop it,” I moaned.

“You are, aren’t you bitch?” He licked his lips and started to rip my top open with both hands. He shoved my bra up and immediately began groping my bare tits. He took my nipple between his teeth and bit down hard as I drew my breath in sharply.

I put my hands on his shoulders and tried to push him away but it made no difference. He put all his weight on me as he slapped and pinched my tits like they were nothing more than dog toys. All the while I still felt his dick pressing against me, his zipper scraping my leg.

He glared at me with hateful lust, furious at my refusal of him. After quickly becoming bored, he grabbed my hips and rolled me onto my knees. Everything happened too fast. He tore my underwear down to my knees and dug his nails into Bayan Escort my ass, spreading my cheeks. He spat on my little, pink, puckered ass hole and began massaging it with his thumb.

“Lucky for you, I’m not interested in your cunt, slut.”

“Please don’t, not there!” I pleaded, “Not there!”

He reached forward and grabbed a fistful of my hair, painfully jerking my head back. “Shut the fuck up.” I heard him unzip his jeans and his huge cock sprung free.

“Please don’t, please please please…” I whined quietly but he ignored me, giving my ass a hard smack before lining his dick up with my tense hole. I held my breath as he slowly forced himself inside me with difficulty, one hand holding my hips firmly in place, the other still gripping my hair.

“Shit,” He muttered, groaning slightly. My ass stretched around his thick cock with a horrible, ripping, burning sensation. He started pulling out to my relief before plunging deeper inside me. I cried out and he yanked my head back further, tearing clumps of my hair from their roots.

I felt sick. My hair was tangled and my face was scratched and muddy. I could smell his sweat as he heaved against me and every single one of my limbs ached; I could barely move. I sobbed, hardly able to breathe, as he gained pace, occasionally stopping to spit down on my ass again.

“Do you like that, you fucking slut?” He growled, wrenching my head back with each thrust. I still heard the music of the party inside, trembling faintly in the air. The lights glimmered past the trees but we were invisible to them. “Do you?!” He hissed, leaning forward so his lips were at my ear. I whimpered. He started to roughly fondle my tits again, releasing my hair. My head slumped forward. My shoulders felt like they were going to break and my elbows dug into the dirt; I could only just hold myself up.

He grunted as his hot cock throbbed in my ass. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.” Using both hands to spread my cheeks he stretched my asshole even further and let a drop of saliva drip down onto his dick. He fucked me with an animalistic urgency, his hips repeatedly colliding against my thighs with a slap.

He breathed through gritted teeth as I felt him unload his thick cum inside me. His thrusts slowed as he squeezed every bit out and eventually stopped, panting breathlessly. He returned his deflating dick to his jeans and got to his feet, letting my weak and defeated half-dressed body collapse on the ground with his cum gently dribbling between my thighs.

He knelt beside me briefly, “Keep this to yourself, you little bitch, or I’ll find you and fuck you again.” I nodded softly and tears welled up in my eyes again as I watched him walk away without another word.

I just lay in the dirt, not ready to wonder how to pick myself up.

The Rape Of Sarah Walker.

Kissing Penis

Sarah Walker was a freshman at John Smith High School and she had a bit of a reputation. Not the fun kind, in fact, completely the opposite. She was what was known as a Teacher’s Pet. She followed every rule, turned in her homework on time, and always studied hard so that she could answer questions when called on in class.

So it was no surprise that most kids hated her, especially the kids who inclined toward getting into trouble. Kids like Laney Peterson. Laney Peterson was two years ahead of Sarah, a junior. And yet, she was in all of Sarah’s classes, because she’d been held back.

Laney was the polar opposite of Sarah, in every way imaginable. Sarah had long, blonde hair, blue eyes, and had a cute button nose. She only weighed one hundred and ten pounds and was only five foot, two inches tall, had a slender body, with little A cup tits and an ass that might one day fill out, but was pretty flat at the moment.

Laney, on the other hand, kept her hair cropped short, the color changing every week. This week it was neon blue, with a streak of hot pink popping out. She was five foot six and was closer to one hundred and fifty pounds, not that any of the boys complained. Her weight distributed in just the right places, giving her a very curvy figure.

Her tits were a full D cup already and her ass was thick and spankable. And, quite unlike Sarah, who proudly held onto her virgin status, Laney had fucked most of the popular guys and even a few nerds, if the rumors could be believed.

And Laney hated Sarah with a passion. She hated that all of the teachers loved Sarah and believed her every word, especially when those words got Laney into trouble, like they had a few weeks ago.

Sarah had told the principal that she’d seen Laney smoking pot behind the school, so the Principal had suspended Laney for two weeks, which put her dangerously close to being held back again. And now she was back and she was determined to punish the little snitch.

And today provided the perfect opportunity. Sarah had just finished gym class and, in her typical fashion, she had been too shy to shower while the other girls were in there. So she’d waited until they were gone to strip down and step under the hot stream of water.

“Damn, I knew you didn’t have anything to brag about under those clothes”, Laney said as she stepped into the showers. She sneered at Sarah’s petite body, already picturing the girl suffering. Sarah was shocked to hear another voice, having believed she was alone. She quickly grabbed a towel and covered herself, eliciting a scoff from Laney.

“Why weren’t you in gym today”, Sarah asked. Her voice was bold, not realizing the fate that awaited her. “Because, you little snitch, I was smoking pot again”, Laney said, a condescending smile coming to Sarah’s face. “Well, I’ll just have to talk to the principal about that”, she said, laughing.

Suddenly, Laney stepped closer and slapped Sarah hard. Sarah cried out and backed against the wall. “You can’t hit me”, Sarah said, her eyes welling up with tears. “I can and I will”, Laney said, slapping the girl again. She slapped Escort Sarah several times before yanking the girl’s towel down, exposing her naked body.

“Please, give me back the towel. I won’t tell anyone about this if you just leave me alone”, Sarah begged, her tone of voice completely changed from moments ago. “Oh, I know you won’t be snitching on me anymore, you little bitch. I’m going to make sure of it”, Laney said. Then she balled up her fist and punched Sarah’s left tit as hard as she could.

Sarah yelled as pain surged through her body. She had never experienced any kind of abuse before and, as a result, had a very low tolerance for pain. Laney landed several more blows on Sarah’s tits, bruises beginning to form, before she stopped.

Then she swung as hard as she could, her fist connecting with Sarah’s flat stomach. Sarah fell to the ground, tears streaming from her eyes. “Please, stop”, she whispered, her body in agony. “Not quite yet”, Laney said. “You’ve humiliated me time and time again. So now, it’s your turn.”

Laney snapped her fingers and three of the guys from the football team entered the showers. “You see, you love calling yourself an innocent virgin, think that makes you so much better than a slut like me”, Laney said, crouching down. She grabbed Sarah’s long, blonde hair and lifted the girl’s face so that the two were looking into each other’s eyes.

“Well, after they’re done with you, you’ll be just like me”, Laney said. She watched as Sarah’s eyes grew wide with terror, realizing that the boys meant to rape her. And that look of fright made Laney happier than anything ever had. “And don’t even bother thinking you’re going to tell people and they’ll believe you”, Laney said. “Sure, when it comes down to me and you, adults believe you every time. But these are football players. They’re the stars of the school. And no one will take the word of a whore like you over them.”

Sarah was sobbing uncontrollably now, knowing that what was about to happen was inevitable. “Don’t worry”, Laney said. “You’re about to become super popular. After this, I’m going to tell everyone that you’re a huge slut, who loves getting gangbanged. And they’ll back me up.” The boys nodded, their eyes filled with hunger as they stared at Sarah’s prone form.

Laney leaned forward and put her lips next to Sarah’s ear. “I want you to remember this day, bitch, for the rest of your life. Don’t fuck with me.” Then she turned Sarah’s face toward her own, coughed up some phlegm, and spat on the girl’s face. “She’s all yours, boys”, Laney said, standing and backing into a corner to watch the action unfold.

The first guy, Tony, was the starting center for the team. He was two hundred and sixty pounds of pure muscle. He reached down and grabbed Sarah by her hair, yanking her head up. She soon found herself face to face with his thick, nine inch cock. He slapped her hard and, when she opened her mouth to scream, shoved his cock down her throat.

Sarah couldn’t breathe, let alone think to bite him, as Tony rammed his meat rod down her throat again and again. Within moments, she Escort Bayan felt a pair of hands on her waist. Tyrell, a receiver on the team, was smaller and leaner than Tony. His dark skin rippled with muscles, his cock already eleven inches long.

She could feel his huge cock rubbing against her pussy lips and she wanted to beg him to stop. She mentally pleaded with him to not do this, but she knew it was to no avail. “Damn, I love white, cherry pussy”, Tyrell said as he placed his dick at her pussy hole, then thrust forward.

Sarah screamed in agony as she felt her hymen get obliterated by the enormous cock inside her, half of his dick burying inside her cervix. Tears flowed freely as Tony and Tyrell pounded her hard from both ends. She could feel her throat getting fucked raw and she knew her cunt would be wrecked forever.

Suddenly, she could feel both of the boys tense up and she swore she felt their cocks swelling inside her. Suddenly, Tony erupted, his hot seed spewing from his cock and pouring down into her belly. Sarah had no choice but to swallow, the taste vile and bitter.

Within seconds, she felt Tyrell orgasm as well and she mentally cried out. She knew it wasn’t safe for someone to cum inside her, that there was always a chance she could get pregnant. She just hoped that something in the universe would prevent that from happening.

Both boys withdrew their dicks, Sarah falling to the floor without them to support her. She looked up and saw Laney laughing, filming the whole thing on her phone. Sarah wanted to beg them to stop once more, but found that her throat hurt too much to emit any noise, save her sobbing.

But, as painful as Tony and Tyrell had been, that was nothing compared to what was coming next. John, a lineman on the football team, stood over her fallen body. John was a legend among the girls who slept around in school, and even Sarah had heard the rumors.

His dick was the shortest by far, only seven inches long. But it was as thick as a can of soda. Girls who had hooked up with him swore that none of the other guys could satisfy them. And, as Sarah looked up at him, she could see that the rumors were true. His incredibly thick cock was rock hard.

He reached down and grabbed her hair, yanking her head up. “When I fuck you, slut, don’t hold back your screams. I love knowing how much it hurts.” As soon as he finished speaking, John let go of her hair, her head banging against the tile floor.

As she felt him grab her waist, she mentally determined not to scream, not to give him the satisfaction. But she knew it would be to no avail when she felt him move his cock past her pussy, to her tight, virgin asshole. “My favorite hole. Do you know why”, he asked, looking down at the terrified girl. “Because it feels amazing to me, but it’s pure hell for you girls.”

He then spread her ass cheeks and pressed his cock against her anal sphincter, applying pressure. It didn’t take much, as strong as he was, before her asshole gave way and he thrust half of his dick inside her. Sarah screamed louder than ever before as crippling Bayan Escort pain tore through her entire being.

She could feel her raw throat bleeding as she screamed, tasting her own blood in her mouth. And then John thrust again, pushing the other half of his dick inside her and eliciting even more screams from the girl.

Sarah hadn’t known it was possible to experience pain like this and live, but John was quickly teaching her. He held her completely still, sliding his dick backwards until just the tip was inside her, then ramming his cock forward, deep into her dry asshole once more.

She screamed until she couldn’t scream any more as John destroyed her anus. When she fell silent, she felt someone grab her by her hair again. Tyrell shoved his dick into her mouth, covered in blood and his own jizz. While John destroyed her asshole, Tyrell ravaged her raw throat.

Then she felt Tony slide underneath her, shoving his big cock into her pussy. And then, as they all three rammed their cocks into each of her holes, something inside her brain snapped. It was as if she couldn’t take any more of the trauma and her mind shut down.

She quit resisting, gave up any pretense of a fight, even when both Tony and Tyrell shoved their dicks into her cunt at the same time. She winced a little when John shoved his cock down her throat, covered in blood and cum and filth from her ass. But, as they destroyed her holes for the next hour, Sarah Walker gave up.

When the boys finally finished, each of their balls completely drained into and onto Sarah’s wrecked body, Laney walked over to her. “Remember, slut, never fuck with me again.” She then furthered the humiliation by squatting over Sarah’s face and pissing all over the girl.

Then Laney stood and snapped several pictures of Sarah. “To go with the video”, she said to the girl. “Hell, maybe I’ll even post them to your Instagram feed, so everyone in your life knows what a huge slut you are.” Laney laughed and then she and the boys left, Sarah crumpled on the floor.

***

Over the following weeks, everything changed for Sarah Walker. Laney had indeed told the whole school that she was a slut who had acted better than her classmates, although she never released the video or the photos, and the boys did indeed back her up. As a result, Sarah lost all of her female friends, who spent the rest of her high school career making her miserable.

Guys were another story altogether. After hearing about what a whore she was, Sarah suddenly had no shortage of dates. And, now that she was no longer a virgin, Sarah saw no reason to say no anymore. She let any guy do anything he wanted to her. This included several of the male teachers and even the principal, who had lusted after her since her first day here.

She soon cut her hair short and began dying it, giving into the slutty reality of her new life. Her parents were shocked by this change, especially when she started getting things pierced. But she never told them the reason why, knowing that no one would believe her. But one thing she did know for certain. Never fuck with Laney Peterson.

(Author’s Note: As I was writing this, I began to love to Laney. I could definitely bring her back in future stories, to torment more girls. Please let me know what you think.)

The Sex Rehab Diaries: Stacey’s Confession

Ass

I found this story on another site and didn’t see it here (although the search engine leaves me with some challenges). The author was Dancing Doll.
Author’s Note: The Sex Rehab Diaries is an ongoing series, featuring the intimate confessions of the patients of Dr Clark’s group therapy class for sexual addictions at The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health

“I’m Stacey, and I’m a sex addict.”

I knew I wasn’t the only person in the room that was in denial over that statement even as it left my mouth. ‘Admit that you need help and recovery will come quicker and last longer’. I had to hold back my initial laughter as I’d read the mission statement that had been emblazoned on the front of our orientation binders at The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health. My mind immediately substituted “cum” for “come” and… anyway, yeah I guess I was probably one of those people that needed to take my sexual exploits a little more seriously after all.

I had actually changed a lot after meeting my boyfriend Matt three years earlier, and even more so after we had moved in together. He was just as sexually adventurous and twisted as I was, and I started to realize there was something to be said about quality over quantity. I no longer craved sexual attention from other men. I had everything I needed between us. During those years we had an insatiable and very monogamous sex life. We were the hot young couple that couldn’t keep their hands off each other in public, causing our friends to be envious, and making them wonder what our secret was. And sometimes I would tell them. We had always been firm believers in letting ourselves explore a wide range of dirty and perverse sexual fantasies. We would spend hours in the heat of our raunchy weekend play, hotly whispering our desires and spinning scenarios that we’d probably never really carry out, but verbalizing them and imagining how far we could push our boundaries had always been part of the thrill. How was I to know that we were opening a dangerous door that one day I’d have trouble closing again?

I can still remember Matt’s face the last time I’d come home from one of those nights.

“It’s gone too far Stacey… the whole thing has gone way too far…”

I shook my head to clear it of the disturbing memory. I was in sex rehab to get help. And after I released the skeletons in my closet, I would be closer to starting with a clean slate and making our relationship work again.

I turned to the class in our group therapy session and all the faces that were surrounding me, wondering if they would judge me. Hell, I might have even judged myself if I’d heard my story as an outsider looking in. I started to sweat into my four inch red stilettos. I probably should have dressed in a quieter way, but this was my last day reveling in my bonafide slut status before I started walking away from my sexual addictions, and I was definitely going out in style. The short black skirt was tight and shiny and the bustier top pushed my breasts up high. I had left my dark blond hair loose around my shoulders. I was dressed just as I had been on the night that had started my spiral into depravity. It gave me a little thrill, even knowing I would burn the outfit before my stay at the resort was over as a final symbolic sacrifice to the ways of the old Stacey. I could feel the familiar dampness of arousal on the back of my neck and I licked my lips. Yes, I would have to say goodbye to that Stacey. The dirty, slutty cum-sucking Stacey that couldn’t get enough cock and loved to take it up the…

“Stacey, why don’t you introduce yourself properly,” Dr Clark, said absent-mindedly as she looked up from her clipboard. The therapist smiled in her usual detached way, completely oblivious to how wet my panties already were. There was something austere and yet simultaneously awkward about her. It was as though she was playing a role she wasn’t quite comfortable with, but was desperate to authenticate. “It says here that you cheated on your boyfriend…uhm… multiple times?”

“Well, that’s not exactly true. At least it wasn’t in the beginning,” I began, nervously twisting the papers that held my written confession in my hand. I wanted to set the tone right away. I had always been a faithful girlfriend… sort of.

“In some ways, to be perfectly honest Dr Clark, I feel like I kind of got duped. I mean the cheating, if you want to call it that, was all part of the fantasy. If you want to get technical about it, this isn’t completely my fault.”

I heard a round of laughter and giggles from the circle of fellow addicts that surrounded me.

“Settle down class,” Dr Clark admonished sharply. “You’ve all been in Stacey’s shoes before. Denial is the first stage to recovery. And clearly there’s a part of her that isn’t ready to let go of this… side of her.” I could see her eyes raking over my provocative outfit with obvious scorn.

“I wore this on purpose, by the way,” I assured her.

“And thank god for that,” the good-looking guy to my left said with a low whistle. “She has my full attention.”

“Shane, I don’t believe that hitting on every single girl that shares her story in this classroom is part of your treatment plan,” Dr Clark said with sarcasm. “Now why don’t we let Stacey tell us why she’s wearing this… outfit.”

“I was wearing it on that night…”

“The night you cheated on your boyfriend?”

“No, the night he wanted me to cheat on him. There’s a difference.”

“Interesting concept. Why don’t you begin telling us your story.”

I uncrumpled the pages I had been tightly holding onto and took a deep breath. I began to share how it had all began.

The first time Matt and I had discussed the idea of me having sex with other men, I thought he was trying to test me. Maybe he was worried about my promiscuous past and was wondering if I was still willing and wanting to fuck other people. He had brought it up while I had him tied to our four-poster bed, lustily riding him. He was wet with sweat beneath me, gagged and restrained while I moved on his cock with my hands pressed against his chest, using his body as leverage. As he was nearing his climax, I tore the gag from his mouth, feeling my pussy tense around his shaft as he started telling me how hot it would be to hear me tell him in dirty detail how I’d just fucked a total stranger and let him turn me into a slut. An inexplicable primal kind of arousal flamed through me as we began to spin details of the fantasy. I untied him, feeling him take control and pin me down on the bed, his breath hot in my ear, telling me how exciting it would be to know I had submitted myself completely and then come home to him to playfully torture him with every filthy detail.

The cuckold fantasy took on a life of its own over time, alternating and taking turns with me in control of the situation and dominating him and then him eventually punishing me for my dirty transgressions. I don’t know why it ended up being one of our favourite fantasies to play with. It was a novelty for me, having always been with such possessive boyfriends in the past to imagine the man that I loved getting turned on by such a sordid scenario. For him the idea of me subjecting myself to such a raw kind of defilement to taunt and tease him was the ultimate in female control, and it was something that he had always encouraged in me.

The more we played with that fantasy and those ideas, the more it began to play out in my mind when we weren’t in bed. I found myself thinking about it while I ran on the treadmill at the gym, or when I was at my desk at work, letting my mind wander to where it wanted. He started to tease me with it often. I’d be rushing to my desk after lunch to grab my ringing phone and it would be him on the other end of the line.

“You sound out of breath Stacey. Hmm… I wonder why that is… did you just fuck someone on your lunch hour?” His voice was always teasing and playful.

I would laugh. “Maybe I did. Maybe I slipped into my bosses office and leaned over his desk and let him fuck my ass to relieve stress after our big meeting this morning.”

“Mmm, I bet you did. I know what a good office slut you can be.”

I smiled to myself thinking back to the time Matt had waited to pick me up late after work and I’d given him a blowjob in the photocopy room.

I’d go home that night and we’d have wild sex, while I made up filthy details of being the office slut. His cock would be hard and pulsing and thrusting hard inside me as I moaned about being naked on my knees under my boss’s desk, sucking his dick all afternoon while he ran conference calls.

Every time I’d push the envelope just a little more by flirting with someone during my day, or noticing the guy at the gym staring at my ass while I did my stretches and it did a lot to fuel our role-playing. Eventually Matt would openly dare me to push fantasy into reality. I think it excited him to know that I ‘might’ do something naughty; even though we both knew in an unspoken way that it would probably never happen. I loved him and I valued our relationship far too much to roll the dice that way. But still, what harm was there in indulging a few harmless fantasies?

When my friend Kendra suggested a ‘girls night’ out at our favourite bar one Friday evening, I hadn’t really thought too much about it.

“Are you going to go out with the guys?” I called to Matt while I was straightening my long blonde hair in the bathroom.

“Uhmm, not sure yet,” he replied. “We might just stay low key and watch UFC or something. Either way, you should cab it. I know you’ll be drunk when you get home.”

“And why are you so sure of that?” I laughed.

“Cause Kendra is a party girl… and let’s face it… a bit of a slut too.” He was lounging in the doorway to the bathroom watching me through the mirror with a smirk. “Speaking of sluts, isn’t that the dirty-girl outfit that I just bought you last month. I thought you were going to wear that when we went out together next week.”

I leaned back to kiss his lips reassuringly. “I’ll still wear it next weekend for you, I promise. But I know Kendra will dress sexy tonight, and I don’t have anything else that’s quite this perfect. Plus this way we won’t have to worry about standing in line or cover charge at the door. One of the many advantages of girls night.” I said with a wink.

“Hmm… free entrance, free cover… and surely lots of free drinks from guys that will be dying to fuck this tight little body,” he came up behind me and ran his hands up under my short black skirt as I wriggled against him playfully. “Just checking to see if you’re wearing panties.”

“I am, as you can plainly see.” I said sticking my tongue out at him in our reflection in the mirror as my skirt slid up over my little red sheer panties.

“I’ll have to check and make sure you’re still wearing them at the end of the night,” he teased slipping a finger inside and running it up the length of my silky smooth slit. “Who knows what kind of trouble you’ll end up getting into.”

“Who knows? Maybe I’ll be a bad girl tonight.”

“I hope so,” he grinned, biting my ear.

“You better be careful,” I had warned him. “One of these days…”

He laughed. “Sure, sure…”

Our playful conversation had been nothing out of the ordinary. Just a little light hearted teasing to start the night and create a little sexual tension that we would surely be releasing later on when I got home. I had every intention of being a good girl until then.

That is, until the cab showed up in front of our apartment building to pick me up. Kendra was wearing a tight pink dress, and was obviously already drunk. She leaned forward to hug me in a blur of long dark hair and I caught the familiar scent of her perfume.

“Look what I have….” she sang in a giddy Escort voice, pressing something into the palm of my hand as the cab started moving again.

I knew what it was before I looked down. I recognized the alert semi-glazed look in her eyes and the feeling of the small square plastic bag in my hand.

“This is sooo not the night I had in mind,” I admonished quickly putting the bag of cocaine into my tiny purse before the cab driver noticed.

“Oh come on,” Kendra cajoled. “Just keep it for later… incase you change your mind.”

I shrugged but didn’t say anything else about it. We had partied that way many times in the past. Kendra was still rolling with that lifestyle regularly, whereas I had settled down when I’d moved in with Matt. I had wanted to leave our old college partying ways behind, and I realized over time that I hadn’t really missed it either.

“You’ve been so busy playing house and being the good girlfriend, you never have any time for meeeee,” she whined, hugging me as we started walking towards the front entrance of the bar. “Let’s just have a fun time tonight like the good old days. Who knows when I’ll get to see you next!”

It was true that my girls’ nights were becoming less and less frequent, as often happened when in the perfect haze of an exciting relationship. But as we walked into the bar, and I heard the dark beats of the music, and felt that vibe of energy and people, I started to remember how much fun it used to be. I loved getting the stares and the attention as we made our way to the bar. There was nothing like two hot girls hand in hand, walking across the room amidst crowds of men and ‘plain Janes’. It felt good to turn heads, and we welcomed the first round of drinks from a group of guys standing nearby. It was the start of a great night. I remember having that feeling, right from the start.

Kendra and I quickly lapsed into our old partying ways. The rhythm of the music was pounding, the heat from the bar, and the people that were dancing under the lights was dizzying and electrifying at the same time. She and I were dancing sexy on the floor together, pressed against each other provocatively as we typically did when we were drunk and riding a great high. I could feel the dampness of my body as I moved to the music, blissfully unaware that we were being watched by a group of guys in the raised VIP section of the bar until Kendra leaned into my ear.

“There’s a group of hot guys up there are motioning for us to join them. Can we… please?”

Kendra was single and always looking to hook up with someone when she was drunk, so of course I obliged her. We made our way up past the sectioned off velvet rope as they quickly cleared some room for us. They were six of them, all attractive and looked to be in their late twenties and early thirties. They were just out on a random guy’s night, but they clearly knew how to party in style. The Grey Goose was flowing and the drinks were being handed to us in never ending liquid supply, and obviously being poured with a heavy hand.

“So, are you girls single?” one guy named Aaron asked me as I danced near the back bench he was sitting on.

I shook my head. “I’m not, but my friend Kendra is.”

I glanced over and saw Kendra grinding and making out with one of his friends, clearly already having taken her pick of them.

Aaron smirked at me playfully. “So your boyfriend doesn’t mind that you’re dressed all sexy like this and partying it up tonight without him?”

I laughed. “He bought me this outfit first of all, and secondly… no, he’s not jealous like that. He actually likes it when I’m a bad girl.”

He grinned at me and sat back to watch my long legs as I danced. The lusty look in his eyes, combined with the thrill of his attention on me, encouraged me to dance a little sexier, enjoying teasing him just as much as he was enjoying the show I was putting on.

“Hmm… I’m pretty sure you’d be in trouble if he could see you right now.”

“Not even close,” I assured him with a wink.

Encouraged by my comment, he stood up and came a little closer, leaning against the railing.

“So how bad are you allowed to be?” he asked with obvious interest. “Theoretically speaking, of course.”

I laughed and took another sip of my vodka soda, pausing for a minute and suddenly realizing how drunk I was. I could feel the intoxication of the alcohol combined with the rush of the cocaine Kendra and I had been doing bumps of giving me a kind of euphoric overconfidence. I hadn’t partied this way in a long time and the buzz was exhilarating, making me feel bolder than I normally would have. I leaned into him, smelling the scent of his aftershave and feeling the warmth of his chest as I whispered into his ear.

“I’m allowed to be very bad. In fact, that’s actually part of his fantasy.”

“Oh yeah? Your boyfriend fantasizes about you being a little slut, does he?” I could feel the sudden shift in energy as he picked up on an obvious opportunity.

“Very slutty,” I said, thinking back to all my kinky conversations with Matt and all the hot sordid sex that always followed.

I began to imagine how intense it would be if I had a real story to tell him this time. I felt my panties start to dampen in response as I fanned myself lightly. The night was suddenly feeling very hot with possibilities. I started turning the idea over in my mind while I looked out over the dance floor, leaning forward on the railing with this random good-looking stranger. The wheels started spinning in my mind, effectively daring me.

“Maybe it’s time you turned that fantasy into reality…” Aaron urged with a wink.

I remember laughing again in response, feeling the swell of my drunken high lulling me into the excitement of making a bold move. Finally with an unexpected decisiveness, I turned to him and smiled.

“Why don’t you come with me…”

The next few hours seemed to pass in a hazy mess of drunken hedonistic debauchery. It was near closing time and I was still in the VIP bathroom, leaning against the door.

“Are you sure you’re able to get home ok? Your friend left with our buddy ages ago,” Aaron said.

I grinned at him, waving my hand dismissively. “I’m fine, I just have to make a quick phone call.”

I watched Aaron walk away and moved back into the bathroom and closed the door, looking at my reflection in the mirror and the wicked smirk playing on my lips as I waited to hear Matt’s voice on the other end of the cell phone. When he answered, I felt a little electric thrill rush through me, especially as I sweetly began to beg him to come pick me up at the bar.

“Kendra left already and I don’t have enough money for a cab,” I said. “Please come… I promise I’ll make it worth your while…”

He laughed, although clearly not impressed by how late I was calling. Of course, he decided to humour me.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes, but make sure that you’re out front.”

I hung up and ran my hands through my sticky hair, trying to smooth down my rumpled skirt. Thank god for long hair. I let it partially hide my face as I waited just the right amount of time and then snuck across the mostly empty bar to the front door. I saw Matt’s large black SUV pull up in front of the bar and I hurried outside, thinking that the warm August night still felt cooler than the hot blood and burst of adrenaline running through my veins as I slid into the passenger seat.

“Hey,” he said glancing at my messy hair, and flushed wet face. “Wow, you look like you must have been dancing up a storm.”

I laughed mischievously. “Something like that. Hey, pull into that parking lot for a second. I wanna tell you something.”

“Seriously? Can’t it wait until we get home?”

I just grinned wickedly at him. “Nope, I can’t wait that long.”

He was looking at me with a kind of curious suspicion, clearly uncertain about what to expect as he obliged me by pulling into the dark empty parking lot one street over. He put the car into park, and turned to me, amused by my obvious energy and excitement.

“Wow, you’re sooo drunk. Were you girls partying a little harder than usual?”

“Hmm… maybe just a little harder,” I teased, reaching over him and pushing the buttons to move his seat back as far as it would go.

“Aww, Stacey, why don’t we just go home to our nice big bed and our…”

“Shhh…” I whispered, pressing my finger to his lips. I giggled, pressing a little harder on his full bottom lip, forcing them to part until the tip of my finger was in his mouth. As I slid it in a little further, I watched his reaction slowly begin to change. His green eyes widened just a little, obviously recognizing a familiar and yet unfamiliar taste.

Before he could say anything or protest, I moved quickly, sliding into his lap, firmly straddling him, and feeling my short black skirt riding up my thighs.

“I don’t want you to say anything just yet,” I whispered hotly, as I raked my hands over his chest. “I want to tell you all about my night.” I leaned into him, pressing my lips against his neck, and leaving soft biting kisses in my wake. “All about my long… dark… ever so dirty… night.”

I could feel his body stiffen and he drew in his breath sharply. “What the fuck,” I heard him murmur with sudden shock and confusion. I knew he could smell it on me then. That unmistakable scent of sex and the aftermath of sweat and semen. In the darkness of the night I could smell it too, in my hair, and on my skin, still wet on my cheek and beginning to puddle in my soaking wet red thong as my legs splayed out to grip his thighs in the front seat of the SUV.

“I was a very bad girl tonight,” I teased him, as I let my hands trail down his muscular chest and linger on the buckle of his jeans. Finally my hands moved down further and I could feel the unmistakable bulge in his pants, letting me know he was just as aroused as I was. “In fact… I wasn’t just a bad girl… I was positively filthy.”

I watched the quick rise and fall of his chest as he began to process the implications of what I had just said. On so many occasions before I would have teased him this way verbally after coming home from a night out. But the reality of the situation was not just implied this time. It was real. He reached up to twine his fingers into the damp tangle of my long blonde hair, lingering over the hardening sticky patches, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“You did it…” he finally managed to say, with a mixture of shock and disbelief. “You actually fucked someone.”

“Uh uh,” I said moving my hand rhythmically over his hard on, stroking him through his jeans. “I’m the one telling this story. No interruptions.”

I leaned away from him until I felt the steering wheel touch my back. The short black skirt immediately slid upward, exposing the red mesh panties that he had inspected before I’d gone out that night.

“See I’m still wearing them,” I teased. “But I had to, otherwise all that cum would be running down my legs right now.” I moved just enough to let the light of the street lamps in the parking lot filter through the window enough for him to see the shiny glistening patch of wetness quickly soaking through the crotch of my panties.

“Fuck, that’s a lot of cum,” he said, clearly overwhelmed by the moment.

“Mmm… that’s because I got fucked… a lot .” Still leaning back, I slid a finger around the edge of the fabric, feeling the creamy wetness of my warm slippery smooth pussy. I slid a finger inside my cunt, stirring the cum, and feeling the walls of my pussy clench around my finger with excitement and sustained arousal.

“Kendra and I were hanging out with some guys, of course. And there was this one guy… I could tell how much he wanted to fuck me. And I started thinking Escort Bayan about being a bad little girl for you tonight… and not just pretending this time. I couldn’t stop thinking about how hot that would be, about how intense your reaction would be knowing that I was in a public bar, letting myself give into our most debased fantasies.”

“Uh huh…” his eyes were still wide as he tried to absorb my words.

I slid my finger out of my soaking panties and showed him how wet with cum they were before smiling at him, and moving them up to smear over my lips before sliding them into my mouth, one after another. I started to grind my wet crotch against his straining hard-on, as our eyes locked while he watched me lick my fingers clean. So caught in the disbelief of the moment, he was unable to utter a single word.

“So I invited the guy to follow me into the private bathroom in the VIP section. And as soon as I locked the door, I knew I was going to be a nasty filthy girl for him. I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his pants first.”

While I spoke, my hands worked quickly on Matt’s jeans, unzipping him just as I described unzipping Aaron’s, and then forcing Matt to lift his hips so that I could tug them down. He cooperated with me, obviously eager to release his own straining cock as he listened breathlessly to my filthy tale.

“Once they were around his ankles, I made him turn around and bend over, so that he was bracing his hands against the sink.”

“Oh my god,” Matt muttered, knowing my mind and where I was going with the story before the words even left my mouth. I took hold of his throbbing cock, already slick with pre-cum and began to stroke it between us, alternating by pressing it against my red mesh panties and sliding it up and down my slit. I let the cum push through the sheer fabric and cover his cock, lubricating it for my nimble hands as I stroked his shaft while I continued telling the story.

“And then, I spread the cheeks of his ass and leaned forward and shoved my tongue inside him. Not soft or yielding, but right inside his hole, nice and deep. He wasn’t expecting it, but he was so turned on by it that he immediately grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into him. Can you imagine that? My tongue sliding into his ass while I was on my hands and knees in that bathroom…”

Before Matt could say anything, my hand slid up to curl around the back of his neck, holding his face steady while I moved in to press my lips against his. I could feel the initial restraint of his protest, obviously knowing where my mouth had been earlier that night. My hands slid up into his dark hair, holding him firmly, and insistently parting his lips with my kiss, and sliding my warm dirty little tongue into his mouth. I began to kiss him long and deep, my filthy mouth locked with his so that he couldn’t escape me. My free hand was still at work stroking his cock. It was rock hard and pulsing in my grip. He was clearly conflicted by the shock of the story and the obvious turn on of hearing how I had gleefully given into our most debased fantasies. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through both of us and it created an electric connection between us that far surpassed all of our pretend role-plays. This was the real thing. And it was overwhelming.

No longer reluctant, he began to kiss me back, his hands moving to grab hold of my ass and pull me against his groin. My breasts pressed against his chest and I could feel his heart thudding against mine, as his cock rubbed urgently against the soaked mesh of my panties. I could feel the cum pushing through the fabric, making his shaft slippery between us as he rubbed his hard-on against me. Our kiss intensified, both of us gasping for air in between.

“You like kissing my dirty little mouth, don’t you?” I murmured against his lips.

I reached one hand back to slide down the back of my panties, pushing two fingers into my ass and feeling the warmth of cum around them, vigorously finger-fucking my hole as we made out. Then I slid them out and brought them up to my mouth and his. I pushed them in between our lips, momentarily shocking him and making him want to pull back from me, but my other hand moved up to block him from twisting away. I firmly cupped the side of his face and fed my cum covered fingers into his mouth. His tongue slid reluctantly over them as his cock jerked against my belly, still hard with arousal despite every shocking word I uttered.

Then I slid my fingers into my own mouth, sucking them clean before I pressed my lips against his again, kissing him deeply and sharing the cum between us.

“I want you to suck my dirty little tongue,” I murmured urgently against his mouth before sliding it between his lips.

I felt them obediently close around my tongue, sucking it, despite the debased knowledge that it had been inside another man’s ass earlier that night. It made me relish the intensity of my control over the situation. Me free hand moved to finger my ass again, covering it in another bath of warm cum and then I pushed Matt back against the seat and wordlessly slid my wet fingers into his protesting mouth, while I continued.

“Suck these fingers while you listen to the rest of my story. Because it didn’t end there, with his hand on my back of my head, not letting me get away from him without giving his ass a good tongue fucking. As I licked his ass he was stroking his cock and telling me what a dirty little cheating slut I was. And oh god, Matt… I was such a fucking slut tonight, you have no idea. While I was still on my knees he moved me until I was pinned back against the wall before sliding his long hard cock into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat so hard as he began to fuck my face, and I loved every minute of it. I reached around and began to work my finger into his ass at the same time I was sucking his dick. First one finger, and then two. He was so turned on, trying to hold back, loving how he was getting to face fuck and defile me in that bar bathroom, and knowing my boyfriend would hear every filthy detail later on. He couldn’t hold back, and before I knew it, he had flooded my mouth with cum. I held my mouth open wide, and I felt some of it spattering my cheeks and dripping warmly over my lips and down my chin.”

With my free hand, I traced the sticky path of cum on my face so Matt could imagine every sordid moment as I let my fingers fall away from his mouth that had been preventing him from speaking.

“So he came all over that pretty face, huh. And then what? You’re fucking filled with cum,” Matt said breathlessly, running his hands through my tangled cum-covered hair. His hand moved to my panties that were still holding back the flood of creamy juices in my pussy and ass. “How many times did this guy unload?”

I smiled wickedly. “Baby, are you assuming that he’s the only guy that fucked me tonight?”

I leaned back so that I could register the shock on his face in the dim lighting of the parking lot. I heard his tortured sigh as his disbelieving green eyes locked on mine.

“What?”

I nodded and smothered a throaty laugh. “When I said I was a cum-slut, I really was. After that guy had unloaded in my mouth and all over my face, he said he needed a bit of time to recover for the next round, but I was impatient. I needed to get fucked hard and long and I wasn’t about to wait. I stayed on my knees in that bathroom and told him to go back outside and send one of his friends in, and then to have the next one waiting after that. And I wasn’t going to let them stop until I had every hole filled and dripping.”

Matt was stunned by my filthy admission, clearly overwhelmed, and I saw the range of emotions go through him in what seemed like just a few moments. But his cock was still hard; harder than I’d ever seen it before. He pushed the soaked crotch of my thong aside, and the first little spill of cum began to quickly leak from my laden pussy, confirming every word of my confession. In a burst of adrenaline he seized my hips and pulled me onto his cock. I squealed and my hands used the ceiling of the SUV to brace myself as I felt my steaming hot cunt sink down over the entire length of his shaft, pushing the cum further inside me, while the remainder of it begin to furiously ooze and drip down his balls, leaking onto the leather seat.

“How many guys did you fuck?” he gasped, grabbing me roughly and forcing me up and down on his cock. I let out a strangled moan, momentarily distracted by the bliss of feeling his cock finally filling me up, slippery and wet, and yet I could still feel him pulsing with excitement.

Finally I smiled and leaned forward. I ran my dirty tongue over his lips before letting it slip briefly into his mouth, and then moved so that I was near his ear, so that he could feel my warm breath and hear the intensity of my next words up close. “I fucked every single last one of them. One after the next. All five of them took their turns walking into that bathroom and using me and filling me with cum. I was on my knees and bent over the bathroom sink and pushed up against the wall, reveling in every single filthy moment.”

My hands were against Matt’s chest and I feel his heart pounding in response to every word I spoke.

“And you know what turned me on the most?” I whispered hotly.

He shook his head wordlessly, unable to speak.

I ran my tongue along his ear. “Knowing that I was going to end the night with your cock buried inside every single abused little hole.”

That had done it and released the psychological dam. He held me tightly and renewed his assault on my sore little cunt, feeling the warm flood of juices dripping down his balls with every thrust. With each move of upward momentum, I pushed down onto his cock in a filthy reunion of our sexes. We were both breathing hard, and I was moaning with the intensity of the situation, as I held onto him, feeling like a rag doll on his lap as he unleashed the heady combination of lust and horror over my willful defilement earlier that night.

“Yes, that’s it… fuck me,” I sobbed into his ear. “Fuck that dirty little pussy nice and hard.”

He responded with renewed vigor, ramming his cock upward into my ravaged hole as my cunt clamped down over his shaft. I could feel my climax building as I felt my pussy go into uncontrollable spasms as I came hard all over cock. It easily sent him over the edge moments later as I felt his my pussy flood with his seed as he unloaded with an unbearable groan.

“Oh my god,” I gasped with a breathless sigh. “That was so good.”

“So good?” he gasped. “I’m so not done with you, Stacey. And you’re not done with that story either.”

I grinned and leaned back against the steering wheel, softly moving my hips to stir his softening cock, still inside my slick juices.

“This isn’t the only hole that they filled, is it?” he demanded.

I shook my head, smiling wickedly.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I felt like such a dirty girl Matt… It was like something took over me. And all the while remembering all our fantasies and the way we talked about this moment. It made me want to act every single detail just the way we had described.”

He moaned, half tortured and half turned on by my confession.

Carefully I maneuvered in the cramped confines of the front seat of the SUV and turned around on his lap so that I was sitting on him facing the windshield. I leaned back against his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his every breathe as I curled my hand around the back of his neck so that my lips were near his ear again.

“I let them fuck my ass,” I whispered hotly, flicking his earlobe with my tongue. “Every one of them took their turn in my tight little hole.”

Matt had been the only one I’d ever let fuck my ass and I knew Bayan Escort this was an intense admission for him.

“I blame you for turning me into such an eager little anal slut,” I murmured. “You made me love it so much. I wanted to know what it would feel like to get my ass filled by all that cock tonight. It was all so wrong, but it felt so good at the same time.”

“I’ll bet you were a good little whore for them in that bathroom,” he said in a low voice, his hands running over my body as it was arched back against his chest. He was still very obviously turned on. I could feel his cock beginning to come to life again beneath me and I slowly began grinding my ass against it.

“You loved getting ass fucked by them didn’t you,” he murmured urgently as he ran his hands along the edges of my soaked panties, now wet and loose around my hips as it was tugged and pulled aside.

“Uh huh… wanna see how sore my little hole is right now?”

“Yes.”

I moved forward on the seat so that I was leaning forward on the steering wheel. His hands immediately pushed my short black skirt up higher so it was bunched around my waist as I presented him with a perfect view of my luscious ass in those sheer red mesh panties. He groaned, obviously seeing the slick patch of cum pushing against the flimsy fabric as evidence of my filthy defilement. He pushed them to one side and I felt his finger probe my juicy ass, already well lubed as it slid inside me. He quickly proceeded to using two fingers, fucking me with them over and over.

“I can’t believe you were such a dirty little whore,” he gasped, still not quite believing how I could have proceeded to becoming such a slut for these five strangers in one single night.

“Oh, I’m about to get even dirtier,” I warned him teasingly. “And so are you.”

Impulsively I reached back and grabbed the back of his head, pulling his face into my ass before he could protest. I sighed deeply as I felt his lips touch my ravaged knot.

“I want you to lick my ass,” I gasped, pushing myself back so that his head was pressed against the seat. “Just like I licked their ass. And I want to feel your tongue sliding in nice and deep, tasting all that cum.”

His initial protest was futile. This had always been part of our fantasy and role-play and now that I had moved fantasy into reality, I didn’t want to miss out on indulging a single detail. I couldn’t help but realize in that moment just how much hotter it was than anything we’d ever done before. It was like a heady sexual rush, feeling his tongue sliding around my slippery asshole, and working its way inside me. I began to grind myself back against his mouth, forcing him to obey my every demand as I felt the delicious flame of power inside me.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I urged him. “Lick my slutty little ass. Just like that.”

Breathing hard and unable to move from where I had him pinned, he had no choice but to give in to the moment. I had braced myself in an awkward position with one hand pressed against the steering wheel, hunched over in this confined space, but the it just made the situation feel even more urgent than it might have had I waited until we had gotten home. I had wanted the moment to be fresh and raw.

I moaned as I felt his tongue sliding into my hole, the pleasure of him treating my ass to this kind of attention was like a new kind of sexual rush. My pussy was a mixture of cum and juices and it dripped down between my legs onto his cock that was once again hard and throbbing. My hand reached down to stroke his shaft, working him into a state of renewed excitement until I couldn’t resist any longer.

I slid down into his lap, moving my ass over his cock and grinding it against him, teasing him as I leaned back against his chest. I turned my face to the side in time for him to slide his tongue into my mouth, kissing me with cum stained lips and letting me share in the depravity of the moment. I sucked his tongue, always eager for him.

“I’ll bet you want to fuck my ass right now, don’t you?” I whispered finally.

“Uh huh.”

“You know how many cocks stretched out that little hole tonight before yours?”

“You were a fucking little ass whore for them weren’t you.” he choked out, urgently positioning me until his cock was at the entrance of my well-lubed knot. With a groan he began to push it inside, and I felt the head followed by the shaft slowly sink into my creamy depths.

“I was thinking about you every time they slid into me, knowing how good your cock would feel at the end of the night, throbbing inside me… just like this. And oh my god… it feels so good.”

His arms went around me from behind, his hands moving up under my arms to grip my shoulders for leverage, pulling me down onto his shaft while thrusting his hips upward. I rode his cock, feeling it hard and pulsing in my ass, as I leaned back against him. I felt his warm breath in my ear.

“You’ve had so much cum inside this tight little ass tonight, huh? And you still want more?”

“I always want more,” I moaned, turning my head to the side in time to feel his lips lock on mine, his tongue roughly parting them as it slid into my mouth, as he kissed me aggressively. His arms held me tightly in a vise-like grip and I gasped as he did a series of hard fast thrusts deep inside of me, as though to punish and pleasure me at the same time.

“How’s that, huh? Is that enough cock for you?”

“No, more…” I moaned, urging him on. “I want you to fuck their cum right out of my slutty little ass.”

He continued to pound away at me. I felt raw and dirty and so deliciously used, helpless to his every move. The cum was dripping down his balls, making everything between us a sticky mess, including the leather car seats, but neither of us cared. We were in the moment, pushing ourselves forward into one final mind blowing orgasm. The flood of his cum inside my ass sent me over the edge into my own climax and finally we melded together, in a sweaty mess of exhaustion. It was the most intense moment of our sexual history together. It was raw, primal and almost inexplicable.

We didn’t talk much on the way home. I think we were both still overwhelmed by the entire night. It felt surreal somehow; like a dream. He was so quiet that I wasn’t quite sure what he was thinking. But when I got into the shower later to wash the remains of the night away, he surprised me by following me. And we fucked again under the hot stream of water, as though restoring a sense of normalcy to our lives as a couple.

Almost.

We didn’t speak of that night for the next few weeks, but the thrill of our individual memories of those intense moments in the car certainly added a renewed excitement to our sex lives. It was like when we’re first met, when we were unable to keep our hands off each other.

It was why I felt like he could hardly blame me for wanting to ride that kind of high again. It had been such an incredible rush. How could he not want to experience it over and over?

The next time I did it, it was again without telling him first. This time it was two guys that I’d fucked at the same time. He seemed more conflicted listening to all the sordid details I gave him. And afterwards he grew a little more distant. Maybe I should have read that as a sign, but this had always been our fantasy together. I thought he’d wanted it just as much as I did.

The third and final time I came home after a torrid fuck-fest with a couple of coworkers, I was eager for him, wanting to share every dirty moment. But he just stood there with wide eyes as the cum dripped down the inside of my legs.

“You’ve gone too far Stacey… way too far. The first time was hot. The second time was pushing it, but this is just… taking things to another level.”

“But I thought you wanted this,” I stammered. “This was our fantasy.”

“Yes… exactly… a fantasy. I never expected it to become a reality. And now that it has, you want more and more. It’s like I’ve created a fucking slut-monster in you.”

Wounded, I shrank back against his accusations. “I can stop.”

He just shook his head. “I feel like I can’t trust you anymore. Every time you leave the apartment, I keep wondering what you’re going to do next. Even though you say you can stop now… how can I ever possibly be sure? Unless…”

“Unless what?”

He frowned and grabbed a brochure off the hall table and wordlessly handed it to me.

I glanced down at it and then back up to meet his eyes. “Sex rehab? Are you serious?”

His eyes were solemn and his face grim. “If you want to save this relationship, you’ll do it. I need to know that you’re going to be able to get over this obsession of yours, if I’m ever going to be able to trust you again.”

It wasn’t really a decision that I had to consciously make. I loved him and wanted to make things work. And if that meant proving myself through a treatment program, it was something I was willing to do.

Back at the Belleview Centre for Sexual Health, I paused in my reading, the pages of my confession still trembling in my hands as I glanced around at the shocked faces in my group therapy class. My gaze settled on Dr Clark, who struggled to regain her composure.

“Well, Stacey… that was… quite the relationship conundrum you created for yourself.”

I frowned. “I thought if the fantasy had been that intense, that the reality would have been even hotter.”

“Clearly sometimes fantasies are best left in the mind,” Dr Clark said looking around the classroom almost as though it was a warning or some kind of sex-rehab gospel that she wanted to reinforce to everyone.

“Or, stay single… and enjoy the fantasies as much as you want,” a petite girl with red hair said softly, giving me a shy smile. She was seated near Dr Clark, beautiful and pixie-like in low slung jeans and a cropped tight blue sweater with a Supergirl logo proudly emblazoned across the chest. “Sometimes it’s hard to stay in control of your fantasies. Sometimes they just have a way of coming to the surface.”

“Exactly,” Shane interjected with a wicked grin. “I thought repression was supposed to be a bad thing when it came to treatment and recovery.”

There was a murmur of laughter in the classroom as Dr Clark gave him a sharp look.

“It’s not about repression Shane,” she said with an authoritative nod. “It’s about working through the issues so that they no longer have a hold on you.”

She turned to me and smiled. “Well thank you for sharing that story with us Stacey, in such a.. uh… vivid way. Although I’m sure it’s cathartic to finally get this all out in the open.”

Cathartic? I thought. I could feel those familiar red panties soaking with my own juices as I’d shared every sordid detail. I was more turned on by the fantasy now than I had been before I’d started therapy. I went back to take my seat, my red stilettos clicking over the floor and ran my hands over my short black miniskirt as I sat down. Hmmm, maybe it was too early to consider burning this outfit or throwing it away, after all.

“Well class,” Dr Clark said, startling me out of my memories. “That’s the end of our session for today. Tomorrow we’ll have Rachel sharing her story with us.”

The pretty redhead in the Supergirl sweater immediately blushed and giggled. “I’m actually looking forward to it.”

She looked so innocent upon first glance, but her eyes belied a twisted kind of deviance that seemed to go far beyond the kind of stories that had been shared so far.

Hmm… I wonder what her particular kink is…?

Dr Clark smiled. “Until then, please don’t forget. Sexual addiction is an affliction. And there is a cure. And I promise that you will find it here, so I congratulate you all for finally taking the step towards the path to recovery.”

I exhaled deeply, crossing my fingers that she was right.

And just like that… our third therapy session was adjourned.

*** The End ***

the woman in me

Ass

Part 1

I don’t really know how to begin with. Hmmmm, well let me tell you a little about myself. I am 38 years old, dark hair, hazelbrown eyes, shapely legs, a great ass, small but firm tits. I am living in the suburbs of Berlin, Germany, I am married to a very successful and well hung lawyer and …I am a shemale. Sounds funny ? Well, in Germany two people of the same gender can get – well kind of – married. But let me tell you how this all began….

I was always fascinated in women’s lingerie. As I began to grow pubic hair I first shaved it off and also began to search the wardrobe of my mother when my parents were away for a party. I sniffed at the crotch of her panties and began to put on her stockings, garters and bras. I even put on a wig and used her lipstick to complete my feminine appearance. Standing in front of the big mirror in my parents bedroom with garters, stockings, bra, makeup and a wig on gave me a big hardon. I then pulled my little cock between my thighs and pushed my small balls back in my abdomen to form a pubic moand and I looked really like a girl.

I also foand some porn-magazines in the dresser-drawer of my father. These began to fascinate me even more, because they showed women in lingerie while they sucked dicks and getting fucked – almost too often up the ass.

So the idea to get assfucked while sucking a dick excited me the more I thought about it.

I might have been 12 or 13 years old when I finally had the courage and the itch to use a candle on my virgin ass.

I selected a small one. It was about 12 inch long and about half an inch in diameter, that was nearly the same diameter as my small dick had. I greased it carefully with handcreme, put it at my backdoor and then slowly pushed it deep into my bowels. The feeling was overwhelming. I lay on my back, the greased candle deep in my ass, my little penis pressed to the side of my thigh and rubbing it at my thigh for all I was worth. Then the sweet feeling came. It was like I had to pee and a small amount of liquid came out of the small peehole. It was soooo good I had to do it again the next evening and the evening after that and so on. I fucked myself almost every day and after a while I had to search for bigger objects than my candle. I desperately needed someone to fuck my ass!

Well, it happened quite soon. I was about thirteen, maybe fourteen years old when my parents took me on a vacation to danmark. In danmark it was very common to go to publik nude beaches, lay naked in the sun and go skinny-dipping in the Baltic sea. I didn’t like it much, but my parents were very fond of it. The best thing although was that not far away from the beach was a public washroom. I remember it very well. It was built of wood, with one small stall. In one sidewall of the stall was a hole, which I later foand out was a gloryhole. I was there very often, hidden in that stall and playing with my three-and-a-half-inch pecker and looked at the writings on the wall. I couldn’t read them, ‘cause they were written in danish and English. I often watched men pee through the gloryhole and it aroused me. But one day I got even more aroused when I watched a man playing with his dick until it was big and hard. I guess that was the moment I became addicted to big dicks.

I liked that big dick. I had a phantasy about sucking it like the girls in the porn-mags I’ve found and then I noticed a finger scratching at the rim of that hole, then again. In an instinct I knew it was a signal, especially when I saw a dark eye behind that hole, watching me play with myself. I stuck my little dick through the hole and was rewarded Escort by a wet mouth sucking at my dick and licking my hairless balls. I had shaved the first few hairs off – later I let the hair get waxed away.

The feeling was great but it ended too soon. I pulled my dick back and now there was a big dick shoved through that hole. I knew what it was meant for, so I got down on my knees , touched it first with my hands, pulled back the foreskin and licked the tip kind of shy at first. Hmmmm, the taste was great! I got bolder then and took the head in my mouth. Hmmm, that was really something! Sucking my first dick! I tried to get more of that big thing in my mouth, but suddenly it was pulled back and then another man entered the lavatory.

The man that had me suck his dick went out and in an instant I followed him outside.

I saw him make his way to the dunes and followed him.

My little dick was standing all the time. I was so aroused, that I was really beond myself. My little boy nipples were hard like pebbles. After a few minutes following the man I came to a secluded cottage. The door was open wide and I saw the man standing in the hallway.

I saw his erect penis and that sight pushed me to him. I walked through the door and stood there naked in an unknown hallway. Not a single word was spoken, as he shut the door behind me.

He leaned at the door, blocking my escape. Suddenly I was aware of the danger, but my pecker stood hard and proud. Without a word he pushed me down to my knees, my mouth on the same level with his dick.

I opened my little-boy mouth and took his cockhead in my mouth. I grabbed his testicles and began to play with them, until his “shshshs!” stopped me. He told and gestured me to keep my hands to myself as he now took hold of my head and pushed his dick a little deeper in my mouth. He then began to guide my sucking motion until I realized what he wanted and how he wanted it. I then began to thrust his dick deeper and deeper in my mouth until it hit my throat and I began to gag. He then again took hold of my head, keeping it still while spewing his load in my mouth.

“Swallow!” was all he said. I didn’t understand English at that time but knew in an instant what he wanted and I was longing for – and I swallowed my first load of cum. After I had gulped down his load he opened the door and went upstairs.

I stood there thinking what to do until he turned aroand and waved me to follow him.
I followed him upstairs into his bedroom where he lay on his back on the big double-bed, his dick semihard, his big balls full at view. My pecker was hard, as I stood beneath the bed. He ordered me to kneel beside his head. He then took my boydick in his mouth and sucked me for a while.

He then had me in a sixty-nine. I sucked his dick while he sucked mine, playing with his fingers at my backdoor. He then began to lick my little asshole and I knew what he wanted. I was so excited that I almost came.

He must have noticed it, because the next thing he did was pushing me on my back and spread my tights. He held his index-finger to my mouth and I sucked on it, leaving it wet with my saliva. Slowly he inserted the slick finger in my tight anal passage.

He fingerfucked my ass and I responded by moving my hips to meet his finger. He then took a jar of Vaseline, greased this finger and began to work that greased finger in my tight butthole. It was soon followed by another finger and then a third and I was enjoying it. He then began to grease his hard cock while I watched him in anticipation. He then moved between my spread thighs and slowly Escort Bayan pushed his big dick in my rear entrance.

At first it was pure pain as the big cockhead popped through the tight ring but he froze and gave me the time to get comfortable with a cock up my ass. Very soon I felt so filled and stretched and loved it.

He took his time to bury his big tool deeper and deeper in my ass. I felt his balls on my ass then and he didn’t move for a minute or so , then he slowly withdraw until only his cockhead was in my rectum. Back and forth it went, in and out but every time with more force until he finally fucked my ass with brutal force. I enjoyed it ! I loved it!

I couraged him to do me hard, moaning in sheer extasy. My own little prick was hard and throbbing and all of a sudden I began to spurt jets of hot semen, prostata-secretion and pee on my abdomen. When he saw this he let go too. Sweating and grunting he came, filling my bowels with his hot cum.

We lay side by side on his big bed until he finally got up and under the shower, where I joined him.

“You liked it ?!” he asked me in broken german. I nodded yes.
“Wanna come back tomorrow ?” again I nodded yes.

The next day I went to that cottage again, naked again as we were in an nudist-area, and again the door was wide open. My heart was beating but my little dick was hard. I was so excited. I went into the house and foand an open door that lead form the hallway to a huge livingroom with a big panorama-window. The man sat there naked on a couch in front of that panorama-window, waiting for me. His dick pointing upward.

He motioned me to join him on that couch. I did so and watched his big dick in anticipation. I finally couldn’t stand it anymore and kneeled down in front of him, took his big tool in my hand and moved the foreskin up and down. The skin of his dick was soft like velvet and after a short while I saw the first drops of precum leaking out of his peehole. I bent down to taste it, licking all of it. Then I took his cockhead in my mouth, licking and sucking it for a while. I tried to get him deeper and deeper in my mouth.

He seemed to enjoy it, because he was humming “hmmmmmm” and “goooooood”.

After a while he motioned me to stop and handed me a small tube of KY. I realized that he wanted me to grease my ass with it and I did.

He laid me on my back on that couch, lifted my ass and pressed his big hard dick deep in my ass. Today he wasn’t very gentle with me. He fucked my ass for all he was worth.

In and out of my ass the big dick moved, hurting me, filling me, destroying me and leaving me with a hunger for more. After he fucked my ass for a good twenty minutes he came without warning and left me lying on my back, me tights spread and my rear hole gaping when he went upstairs to clean his dick.

As I lay there on that couch, his cum oozing out of my rectum . I noticed through half closed eyes a naked man walked by the panoramic window. He looked inside the room but I didn’t move to hide myself or my state of arousal that was clearly visible, because my little cock was stiff. He waved at me and went around the house. Then he entered the house, opened the living-room-door and came right in. As he came to me I noticed his really big dick standing straight, pointing at me. Smiling at me he kneeled down in front of me and took my boydick in his mouth.

Hmmmmmm, he sucked soooo goooood !

He grabbed the KY, squeezed some on his fingers and began to stick two of them in my ass. Hmmmmm, that was goood! He moved them in and out, fucking me, stretching my ass. Bayan Escort Then he came up, bet down and kissed me on my lips. His tongue darted out, slipped in my mouth and suddenly I tasted my own dick on this strangers lips. Then he slid his big boner in my ass and started fucking it too. He pounded my backdoor hard. Slamming his cock deep in my guts. In and out, in and out! I was moaning, crying, screaming and enjoying every minute of his pounding. My head was in a daze. The whole room seemed to turn around, brilliant sparkling stars seemed to explode and then I came from the pure sensation of being fucked rough. My boycum splattered on my abdomen as the day before, but this time I scooped some up with my finger and licked it off. This seemed to get my lover over the edge, because only some seconds later he froze, started moaning and emptied his balls deep in my ass. When he withdraw the mixed cum of two men and a little blood were dribbling out of my gaping asshole – and I loved it.

While he went upstairs to take a shower I followed him and went into the bedroom. I went right in and straight to the big bed where the man who took my anal-cherry lay on his back, his dick pointing upward. He waved at me to sit on his dick and I gladly obeyed. I was frantic, absolutely out of my mind. I craved more! I straddled him and he guided his waiting tool to my asshole. It went right in. I laid myself on his hairy chest and felt somehow save and protected. Then he started to kiss me. His tongue slipped inside my mouth. I responded enthusiastic. I could feel the stubbles of his beard and I liked it too. While he moved his hips to fuck my ass nice and gentle he held me tight and kissed me and I guess that was the moment that the first time the wish to live as a sexy woman occurred in my brain. Then the second man came into the bedroom and joined us on the bed. He lay on his back and watched us while stroking his dick slowly. After a while I had another orgasm and finally I received the next cumshot in my ass. I was insatiable. When I watched the second mans big hard dick I couldn’t help but to touch it. “Sit on it if you want to”, he said inviting. I wanted to straddle him like I had done the first man, but he manouvered me aroand until I had his big dick sticking deep in my ass while I lay with my back on his hairy chest. My little boydick was hard and my nipples became as hard as pebbles when he began to stroke my chest while he fucked my ass and his friend started to kiss me very soft and gentle while he stroked my dick. I was in a daze this all excited me beyond belief. I had goosebumps on my whole body. After a while the man who kissed me stopped and instead was stroking his dick with his right hand while he stroked mine with his left hand. I was moaning and grinding my hips against the big pecker deep in my ass and when I started squirting my boyseed over the hand that was stroking my dick I felt my ass being flooded with another amount of hot cum, while another load of cum landed on my chest. I was totally exhausted and so were my lovers.

After a while I stood up and went to shower. I guess I walked kind of funny. When I came back into the bedroom the two had dressed and were about to leave for dinner, so they told me.

Well, I went to the beach and took a dip in the Baltic sea, where my parents found me. They had looked for me, because they haven’t seen me for almost three and a half hours.

I went to that cottage again the next day and found the door closed and the house empty. With my little hard dick I stood there not knowing what to do. Finally I decided to went to the lavatory with the gloryhole, but on my way through the dunes I got a lot of attention from the men frollicking in the sun.

When we finally travelled back to germany I had a lot of cocksucking experience.

The Submission – Part 1_(1)

Big Tits

Nevadae was a town Amelia never want to visit if she did not absolutely have to. This over populated town housed the largest black market in all of human land, Anthros. Lost treasure, drugs, poison of all kinds, illegal seals, stolen goods and even terrorborne could be bought here. Shady business attracted shady people so it was no surprise that the streets were filled with unpleasant sorts. Prostitutes and brothels lined dark corners of the town as Nevadae visitors tended to have heavy purses and usually in need of someone to keep them warm at night. Nevadae used to be a small village, located far south from the capital of Rondel. The small community was slaughtered by terrorborne and the houses were burned or abandoned. Smugglers and thieves began using the vacant location to make business dealing soon after. Then a treasure smuggler named Salbeth Almund saw an opportunity. Since this village was only a day detour when travelling from east to west across Anthros, he could smuggle goods everywhere through this town instead of the capital where there were strict checkpoints. He merely had to bribe inspecting officers instead of spending weeks and a lot more gold to carry out a successful operation. The village grew bigger over time as muscles under his command, criminals who tried to escape the law and even people who wanted to start a new life moved in. Salbeth seized control of the blooming town with thugs and assassins. He changed its name to Nevadae and demanded a cut from all illegal dealings within his playground. This crowded mess of a town expanded with no plan or layout design. Buildings would line up in jagged rolls along the streets with uneven gaps between them. Amelia walked into one of these gaps, thinking it was a street, only to find the back of another building at the end. The unavailability of road signs only made matter worse. Finding a particular place in this town was like trudging through a maze. Due to the lack of defensive wall, Nevadae suffered constant terrorborne attacks. Though the monsters in this area were small and weak, Salbeth had to employ hunter’s services occasionally when his muscles failed to take care of terrorborne threat and Amelia was unfortunate enough to take the job a few years ago. The young hunter spent over two hours on the street just to locate the tavern that the hunter’s guild had prepared her lodging. On top of all these mess, Nevadae was a graveyard of garbage. Sanitation was a myth here. People opted to pile their waste and trash at the end of alleys and left it there to rot. Reek of fault odor blanketed the town like never fading fog. The young hunter could never get use to the stench even after staying there for a week on her previous mission.

Lust and desire stabbed at her mind as Amelia pushed through crowded street. She had to force her gaze from men’s crotches several time after the yearning seeped into her thoughts. Ever since Dremot ‘corrupted’ her, lustful desire had plagued her mind. A lingering need that cloud her thoughts. A growing crave for ‘male seed’. The murky white secretion, pungent and bitter. The young hunter bit her lower lip after gulping down drool. More than a week had past since she had her fill of the grotesque fluid and sated her lust. Now the ‘corruption’ had grew to an bearable desire that weaved in and out of her conscious thoughts. A ‘corruption’ by any terrorborne would fade over time depending on their magic level but Dremot was not any terrorborne. He was the demonic lord of these monsters so his ‘corruption’ never fade. Amelia gritted her teeth as a new desire melded into her thought. In her current predicament, the young hunter had avoided any close contact with men and Nevadae was the worst place to be. Aside from over population, men in this town tended to treat all like whores because most of women here were whores. Warm night air filled with musky scent was like potent poison that corrode her mind. Amelia could barely keep coherent thoughts when she noticed men stole glances at her. She scowled back and they dispersed. The last thing she need was for men to notice and approach her. The young hunter wondered why they would be interested in someone covered in dust from a week of traveling. A wisp of short hair fell over her eyes and she froze in realization. Her short hair was bright red, a color no one else possessed. Red yes but not as bright and shiny. Then her round eyes were the unique shade of amber which accentuate her delicate nose and soft pink lips, on a heart-shaped face. Even in her most unkempt state, she would still garner a glance from men. Another set of eyes leered at her and she saw hunger, deep lustful hunger, in their gazes. Amelia felt a shiver coursed through her as she realized her next mistake. Her attire, while not revealing, were snug fit which inadvertently emphasized her dainty breasts, slender waist and round voluptuous butt. The reason no one approached her was probably due to the two daggers strapped to the small of her back. They were mementos of her late mother. One of the strongest hunter and the only person she knew who could use magic without the help of seals. Her mother was the reason Amelia became efficient with daggers and wind magic. She wanted to become the best hunter and made her mother proud. Sadly, her mother would never see that day. She sacrificed her life to drive back Dremot’s army in a war two years ago. Her father gave her these precious blades after hers were lost in her own failed attempt to stop the demonic lord’s army as the terrorborne prepared to invade Anthros again. One of the blades were made with a strange translucent metal that looked almost as clear as glass. The other purest of white which glowed with brilliant aura. They were her invaluable treasure. She would kill anything or anyone who tried to take them from her. Now, the young hunter was thankful that they acted as ward against men approaching her. Leather breastplate, boots and bracers could have play a part too but she was pretty certain the daggers were the cause. People who were afraid to get cut would not play with knives. Under normal circumstances, she would not mind some that took their chances and approach her. Amelia enjoyed socializing and a chance was the least she could offer them. However, most of those were overconfident men who thought they could overpower her or attract her with their masculinity and achievements. They were beaten bloody or rejected then beaten bloody after they tried to force their way. However, a hand full of them turned out to be nice people and she enjoyed her time with them. It could just be long conversation about life which, more often than not, escalated into a night of intense sex. At this moment, she did not have time or energy to socialize and weaved through the mass of people with unfriendly scowl on her face. Focusing was already an exhausting task with all the lust and yearning storming her conscience, the last thing she need was a man trying to get in her pants. Amelia forced herself to Nevadae to find a man. An information dealer to be precise. One of the most credible. She needed information about the city of dragon, Braghom, and must not be distracted before she found him. Once she learned about Braghom whereabout, then maybe she could chance a long night of bed-breaking sex. Lust was not a foreign desire to her. Amelia lost herself in lust before and enjoyed it more that she dare to admit. Sex was not her problem. It was the choice. She chose who and when it happen. Dignity separated her from animal in heat and she intended to keep it that way.

Amelia stumbled upon a man and a woman in one of the dark alleys. The woman was on her knees in front of him and the young hunter thought she was being rob and pleading for her life. Rage erupted and she rushed in to rescue the poor woman. A few steps in, she heard strange slurping noises and slowed in confusion. She ducked behind a wooden crate to observe and found the woman was smiling. She held a rod that protrude from the man’s crotch in one hand while licking at the bulbous head at the end. It took Amelia a moment to realized that the woman was a prostitute and she was servicing her client. A tingle coursed up her back from between her legs while the young hunter felt her skin burned with feverish desire. Lustful yearning seized her instantly and glued her eyes to the long delicious cock. The distasteful bitterness with a hint of salt rose to her tongue. The gooey texture that made her skin crawl. Then nauseating pungent odor filled her senses. Wetness began to seep between her legs and she swallowed the overflowing drool. The man stood with his back against the wall with his pants pooled around his ankles. The woman knelt before him with the top of her dress dangled around her waist, heavy breasts exposed in dim light. With one hand on his shaft, she kissed at the mushroom head of his throbbing cock. Precum strung on her red lips when she pulled back to lick oozing gland. She swallowed the droplet of clear fluid with a savoring smile and Amelia swallowed with her. She could taste the bitter salt in her mind. The woman proceeded to devour the succulent head and probably did something with her tongue because the man stiffened and moaned hungrily. Then inch by inch, she took in the thick shaft that seemed too large and long for her mouth in until her face planted in his crotch. She did not struggle, merely slid gracefully forward. Amelia swallowed again and found herself wondering how it would feel like to have a cock in her throat. Even though she found the act degrading and shameful, the young hunter could not deny the budding desire. The woman’s tongue lashed out to lick his testicles before the man combed his fingers through her black hair as he groaned with satisfaction. She began to bob her head slowly coaxing another stiffening and louder moans. Glee sparkled in her eyes as she stared into his shuddering gaze. The woman took his hand from her head to her swaying breast and, without a word, the man started to knead her large mound which spilled between his fingers. She purred in her throat before quickening her pace. The man grunted then pushed against the opposite wall for support with his free hand. Amelia could hear delicious slurps echoing in the tight space and licked her lips in a daze. The woman had made a penis, of all things, look tasty. She swallowed again feeling her body burned with growing desire. In the fog of lust, her hand slipped down to caress the dampening mound between her legs. A loud Escort groan startled her back to senses and she saw the woman gobbled down something with the entire cock still in her mouth. Streaks of white fluid gushed out of her nose and corners of her lips but she continued to drink. Her eyes smiled with enjoyment. Once the man ceased to quiver, she released his now limped cock and stood and pulled her dress up to cover her voluptuous mounds. The woman wiped cum off her face with the sleeve of her dress then took coins from his shaking hand. Amelia slipped back into the shadow just before the woman brush passed her out of the alley as if she just finished a little chat with a friend and now decided to head home. Her gaze darted back to the man after the woman disappeared into the crowd. His softened cock still wet with drool and cum when he fumbled to put it back in his pants. Amelia salivated at the sight and felt heat rose between her thighs. She nearly forgot to hide when the man shuffled his way out of the alley. A shudder ran through her as he passed as flesh scent of cum struck her. Shapely legs turned to rubber and she needed support of the wall behind her to stand.

A stomp came from behind her followed by loud whoosh. Amelia ducked reflexively then rolled to the side as she heard a deafening smack of wood on stone above her. Daggers came free from their sheaths as soon as she landed back in a couch. However, her movement had slowed drastically and the large figure of a man had already pulled his club back for the next attack. Her first thought was to leap into a back flip but the surge of desire from earlier had taken that option away. The attacker swung low and she had no choice but to advert its course or take the club square in her jaw. The young hunter pushed left while tilting her body right the moment her blades made contact with hard wood. The club whooshed by her side as planned but the impact jarred her hands and blew her guard open. She watched in a split second of terror as the man stepped in with a fist aimed at her stomach. It connected and she felt like the impact turned her organs to pulp and broke her spine at the same time. Amelia flew through the air before crashing into a wooden crate. The box shattered upon impact and her petite body hit the cobblestone with a loud thud. Daggers slipped free from her grasps and disappeared into black shadow of the dark alley. Noise echoed through the narrow walkway as splintered planks flew in all directions and bounced off the walls and cobblestone. She rolled reflexively back into a crouch and planted one hand on cold stone floor for support. Pain reverberated through her back and midsection. She glared at her assailant whose dark form moved slowly into the alley. Amelia cursed her luck. The attacker would not be strolling so casually if it was her normal night. Amelia scowled before taking a glance over her shoulder to try and locate her weapons but massive frame of her attacker blocked the only shaft of light into the alley, plunging everything into near complete darkness. Her heart thundered with panic as the attacker crept closer, his face masked by darkness.

“No so brave no, aren’t ya?” Raspy voice rumbled as her assailant approached confidently. A large club in one hand and a fist in the other. He towered over her couching form with a board grin. Even poorly illuminated, Amelia could see a hollow space between rolls of deep yellow teeth. Being close to him fanned her lust into raging fire and the thought of begging him to fuck her even crossed her mind.

“Y-you’re breath stinks…” Was all she could manage before his musk brought another onslaught of desire. Amelia fought down a shudder before adding “get a—” The man slapped her across the face before she could finish. Her petite body blown off the ground by tremendous force, crashed into the wall before crumpling on hard stone. The world spun around her as she groaned with burning pain on her cheek. Consciousness fading.

The man reached for her slender neck and squeezed before pulling her up to face him again. “Don’t yer dare mock me, bitch!” He growled through gritted teeth, bits of saliva spattered on her face but she was not coherent enough to notice.

Amelia came awake with uncomfortable weight on top of her. Hot and humid, she felt her body slick with sweat. Her eyes fluttered and flickering yellow balls faded into her blurry vision. The world spun when she tried to focus and she closed her eyes again. Large hand cupped her chin then roughly shook her head. The young hunter groaned in frustration and tried to push the hand away only to realize that her wrists were bound together behind her back. Panic set in and she forced herself awake. A massive figure loomed over her when she managed to see clearly again. Beads of sweat rolled off his brown bald head down the side of his round face. Black bushy brows casted shadows over his dark eyes adding animosity to his hungry gaze. His large pig-liked nose bent unnaturally. Most likely from not being set properly after it was broken. A smile tugged at the corners of his thick chapped lips when he saw fear in her expression. Rolls of crooked yellow teeth with a hollow in the top revealed themselves when his smile turned into broad grin. A shiver ran through her when his name bubbled up. Dex. He was one of Salbeth’s thugs. This detestable being was the one who handled her payment when she was here a few years ago. He tried to re-negotiate terms of the mission after she had taken care of the terrorborne threat. Aside from purging the monsters, the new term would include having sex with him for the same amount of payment. Amelia voiced her disgust with insults and threatened to make him clear like a little girl. The thug became violent as she expected so she had to make good of her word. The missing tooth and the broken nose could have been her doing but she was not be sure since he was face down on his office’s floor when she left with her payment.

“Wake up.” Dex muttered before leaning in. Hot breath blew over her face and she shuddered when the stench of his breath filled her mind. Lustful yearning exploded and her head swam in whirlpool of desire. “Imma fuck yer up real good.” He whispered in her ear, making her convulsed with uncontrollable quiver.

Amelia had bit her lower lip to stop herself from begging. The vulgar words sounded like sweet melody to her wild desires. Her gaze darted around the small windowless room for an escape route as wetness began to seep between her legs. Flicker of light caught her eyes and she followed it. An oil lamp stood a few feet away near a pile of clothes and a set of stairs leading up, which was the only way in or out. The young hunter swiftly came up with an escape plan during a brief moment of clear mind. She must topple the lamp to distract the thug and use that opportunity to knock him out. Then hoped that there would not be any lock door at the end of that stairs. How do I reach the lamp? She thought before callus fingers dug painfully into her flush cheeks to demand her attention. Amelia met the dark ravenous eyes with scowl.

“Y-you will pay for this!” She growled while trying her best not to show the pain. Her act only lasted a measly second while enveloped in his smothering musk. Another spike of lust shook her turning growl into grimace.

“Yer not gonna do shit after Im done with ya.”

His hand released her jaw and slid down her neck to her bare chest. Chills prickled her skin when she realized that she could feel humid air on every inch of her body. Panic gaze darted down to where his callus hand cupped her pert breast. Pink tip of a mound not large enough to fill his grasp erected between thick fingers. Light tan of her skin contrasted with his sun-burned hand as it kneaded on her soft flesh. Pleasure coursed through her as he rolled her hard nipple and she had to grit her teeth to stifle a moan. Amelia tried to squirm and kick but the thug pinned her completely with his massive weight. Wetness leaked out between her legs which were forced to spread out under him. Wet tongue licked on her other nipple caused goosebumps to run up the back of her neck. Thought of escape dissolved as her clenched jaws parted. Moans of pleasure broke free in soft whispers while loud slurps filled the cellar. Amelia arched her back to press her petite mounds against his touch but the thug stopped abruptly and pushed away. She blinked in confusion.

“What? Were yer enjoying it?” Dex asked with feign surprise. He straightened up before stroking a large hand along her shapely thigh. An opening to escape had appeared. The weight that pinned her to the floor was gone when the thug sat back on his heels. Amelia could launch a forceful kick up his chin and wipe that smug off his ugly face. He could pass out from that attack or at least give her a chance to rush to the oil lamp. She knew what would happen if she did not react and yet she wavered. The tingles on her aching nipple reminded of the sweet taste of pleasure. Her body screamed to be released from this dreadful craving. She felt it. Heat radiating from a stiff cock only inches away from her drenched pussy. Amelia swallowed before dropping her gaze past his fat belly to find the thing that could set her free. It was enormous, like an over-sized black serpent but covered in pulsing veins instead of scales. A drop of precum oozed from large throbbing head and streaked down its monstrous length. She gulped down overflowing drool as yearning to taste the foul fluid returned.

“Why, aren’t yer just a little whore.” Dex chuckled before digging two fingers into her gushing pussy.

“A-ahhh…” Amelia failed to hold back her voice from such sudden assault. It felt like eternity since anything had explore her depth. Thick fingers roamed uncontested and bath in her warm juice. Pleasure surged when he pressed hard against the pliable wall coaxing her back to arch reflexively. “S-stop…” The young hunter protested weakly as if unsure whether she meant it or not. To her surprise, the fingers drew back and a pang of disappointment stabbed at her.

“Acting all high and mighty but just dripping like a bitch in heat waitin to be fuck.” The thug sneered before pinching her nipple with wet fingers then pulled hard until the pink knob slipped free, reddened. Amelia groaned in agony as tear rolled down her flush cheeks. “Don’t worry. Imma fuck yer real good.”

It came in one powerful thrust. She anticipated a hard penetration Escort Bayan but the tidal wave of pleasure that came was beyond her wildest imagination. Amelia gasped loudly as her eyes darted wide. His massive cock penetrated her cervix and bulged her belly while pliable wall of her pussy stretched uncomfortably to accommodate its monstrous girth. Toes curled, back arched and her breath caught. The intoxicating taste of ecstasy drowned her in its unrelenting current.

“Nnnnn! Ahhhh!” Lustful cries of euphoric pleasure bellowed from her when Dex pulled back, ever so slowly. She felt the bulbous head rubbed against every crease of her fold. Shudder after shudder wreck her as nectar of lust pooled the floor.

“That’s right. Scream like a whore that yer’re.” His slick shaft drove back inside the petite body and he let out a satisfied moan. “Yer got tight cunt for a whore.” The thug drew then rammed back in again with a loud slap of his sack against her drench butt.

“Ahhhhh!” Amelia screamed again and again with each forceful thrust. Lecherous thoughts filled her mind as pleasure built at rapid pace. Another thrust came and she erupted. Every muscle in her body convulsed. Hot cum gushed from her stuffed cunt while the young hunter squealed long and deafening.

“Look at that.” Dex hummed, slowing to a stop with his cock fully buried in her. “Yer just a whore acting like hunter. Did yer let terrorborne fuck ya to kill them?” He laughed at his own joke before reaching for a handful of her red hair and pulled her to face him. Amelia could barely focus as the orgasm robbed of any coherent thoughts. “Imma fuck yer real good until yer can’t live without a cock inside yer at all time.”

He pressed his chapped lips against hers and shove his thick tongue in her mouth. Amelia winced at the stench of rot and decay but powerless to resist. Their saliva mixed as nauseating scent filled her mouth. She shivered. Somehow the stench had heightened her crave for his seed and she no longer has the strength to fight it. The thug dropped her seconds later and she watched him begin thrusting again. Her flat belly swelled every time he hilted. A mix of fear and excitement filled her after Amelia felt another climax peaking rapidly. She feared that it would be the end of her once sweet ecstasy gripped her again but the young hunter also could not hold back the yearning to embrace it. Her head jerked back when the second orgasm came. More intense than she thought possible. Amelia wailed with thunderous cries of lust as her channel clenched his monstrous girth. Dex did not stop this time. He fought her tightened wall with hard and forceful thrusts.

“Oh yes!” The thug croaked. “F–fuck!” Squirts of hot cum flooded her womb as he roared with satisfaction.

Amelia felt her womb filled then stretched. Each throb of his cock sent shiver through her as more seed jetted out. Her stomach ballooned up even though copious murky fluid leaked out the side of her stretched pussy. She laid shuddering with euphoric high. Sweet ecstasy was upon her and Amelia smiled as it washed away all her fears and worries. Dex finally spent a few minutes later and let his limp cock slipped out of her. Without anything to plug her pussy, cum gushed out from her gaping pussy and pooled between her thighs. A loud thud reverberated through the wooden floor and Amelia saw Dex sitting an arm’s length away.

A loud clang of metal rang from top of the stair drew her attention. Heavy foot steps followed. Amelia stared in a daze as a tan chubby man with thinning grey hair and full beard appeared at the foot of the steps. He was naked to the waist and wearing only a short underpants. Thick curls matted his chest and ran a trail down to the underside of his round belly. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of another man. A twinge of frightful excitement crept in.

“Can I fuck her yet?” The bearded man asked as he took a few stride to stand beside Dex. He took glances at her naked body and Amelia could see a tent forming in his underpants.

“Yea…” The thug replied curtly. The chubby man hooked his thumbs inside his underpants and pulled it down at the word. A ravenous grin spread on his lips. “Dammit! Royd take yer damn cock off my face!” Dex scowled which cause Royd to startle and take a step back.

“Sorry.” He said sheepishly before turning back to Amelia.

Royd knelt down beside her then licked his lips. He reached pudgy hands to her heaving breasts and touched them delicately, like a child holding a new toy. His fingers ran gently over her dainty mounds and hard nipples. A sharp tingle surged from between her legs and she arched her back reflexively. Soft caress ran over her flat stomach to her shapely thigh then fade. A short ragged breath was all she managed before the fingers returned. They traced along the outside of her breasts then brushed past the hard knob of her nipples. The tingles on her skin was more torturous than any deep cuts she had suffered. Her desire raged and her pants became ragged. An unbearable ache burned between her legs and she could feel hot nectar pouring out. Her thighs pressed against each other in a vain attempt to ease her need. As feel knowing what she wanted, Royd ran one hand over her shivering abdomen. He circled her navel for a brief moment then continued slowly. Amelia parted her legs, eager for his touch. The chubby man traced fingers softly down the slit of her drench cunt then back up after a slight pause. She groaned with aching need when his fingers left her.

“Just fuck her already!” Dex demanded.

“Where’s the fun in that? Gotta make her want it so bad, she begs for it.” Royd retorted.

“Nnnnn…” Amelia squirmed and moaned as Royd continued to tease her hot skin with soft caress.

“I told yer she’s a whore. Give her a few good fuck and she’ll be begging for yer cock like a bitch in heat.” The thug said before pushing off the floor. “Get her on top of yer. Imma fuck her ass.”

“Fine. Fine.” Royd gave in and helped Dex lifted her from the floor before laying down on his back.

Her heart pounded with a strange mix of fright and excitement. Whores negotiated with their clients over the price of such sex in taverns. The young hunter felt a surge of disgust every time she overheard them. Amelia sworn to break every bone of any man who dare try such thing on her. Now the words rang alluringly in her ears and not a hint of anger was present. Hot juice overflowed between her inner thighs as the thug straddled her over Royd’s fat cock. He lowered her a few inches just to let the monstrous cock slipped inside her with a squish. Mixture of cum streaked the long shaft as Amelia stay suspended in Dex’s grasps. She yelped in surprised when he dropped her to let the hot bulbous tip rammed into her cervix. The young hunter purred as the feeling of fullness filled her. With it came the mind-numbing lust. She collapsed on Royd’s hairy chest and began pumping her hips to sate her raging need.

“What did I tell ya?” Dex chuckled as he dropped to his knees behind her rutting ass. “The bitch will fuck anything with a cock.”

“S-so tight!” Royd croaked after the thug held her hips down with a firm grip on her round butt cheeks. Soft flesh swelled between his fingers and he gave it a hard squeeze. Amelia groaned in frustration as she fought against powerful grips. Dex’s thumb spread her doughy mounds to reveal the pink bud of her virgin anus. She stiffened as the thought of anal sex returned. Her watery gaze pivoted around to find the thug guiding his monstrous cock to the cum-glistened entrance.

“N-no…” The word came in a trembling whisper as if she was not sure of its meaning. “I…c-can’t…”

“What?” Dex asked with annoyance in his tone then his eyes widen at the realization. He licked his chapped lips as his dark eyes ignited with carnal hunger. A shudder ran up her spine as he began to push.

“Nghhhh!” Her teeth clenched reflexively when the enormous head broke into her tight virgin ass. The pink ring of her anus stretched out to accommodate his massive girth and the sensation overwhelmed her. It was foreign yet familiar. Amelia collapsed back on Royd’s broad chest as she shivered from growing pleasure.

“Agh! Damn tight!” Dex sneered when he stopped to take a breath. Her unexplored channel cramped down in protest but did little to deter him. The thug pushed another inch of his monstrous length in then pause before taking another.

“Hahhhh! Nghhh!” Amelia gasped. Her body shuddered with aching need as the desire to be filled by all of him dictate her thought. She pushed against his advance and purred with satisfaction.

“Look at her. First time in the ass and she fuckin like it.” The thug chuckled.

“You’re right. She really is a bitch in heat.” Royd laughed before pulling her in for a deep kiss. His tongue slithered into her gaping mouth. The stench was unbearable but it tasted so sweet now. Amelia sucked greedily at his drooling tongue. The reek of rot intoxicated her and she swallowed gulp after gulp eagerly. The desire was too strong, the lust was so alluring and the pleasure was unimaginably addictive. Pudgy fingers fumbled around her dainty breasts and Amelia arched her back to grant clear access to her soft mounds. She moaned into his mouth when he rolled her hard nipples then pushed into his hands until her supple breasts spilled around his fingers. Her head jerked up abruptly when Dex rammed the rest of his length into her. An unforeseen orgasm erupted and Amelia squealed a deafening cry of pleasure. Hot fluid gushed from her stuffed cunt. It was beyond anything she could imagine. The incredible ecstasy gripped her in many long seconds of intense spasm before letting go and the young hunter fell limply on Royd’s broad chest.

Amelia felt like her inside was being gouged out when Dex drew back. The ridge on his monstrous cock caught and pulled on every crease in her tight channel. She groaned in the staggering waves of pleasure until he paused then began to push. The intense sensation was enthralling but the slow pace was excruciating. She craved the forceful unrelenting rut. Desperate for release, she turned toward Dex with pleading eyes.

“F–fuck me…” Amelia croaked.

“Now that’s not how you as a favor, does it?” Royd teased while rolling her nipples around in his finger coaxing a series of shivers to rupture her.

“Yer better do it proper…like a whore that is.” Snarling Bayan Escort yellow teeth appeared through her watery vision. “Beg for my cock. Say, please fuck me like a whore.”

“P–please…” Amelia paused, unsure of why her stomach knotted at the plea she was about to say. “Please…f–fuck me like a w–whore.” A twinge of guilt stabbed at her for a reason she could not recall.

“Say it LOUDER!”

“…PLEASE FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE!” The young hunter nearly shouted after barely a brief reluctance. A sense of relieve washed over her as the words rang deep in her ears. This was the end of her struggle. Lust and pleasure filled her mind while everything else faded away.

“Told ya this one’s a whore. Horny little bitch!” Dex spat before both man exploded with laughter.

Without another word, the thug gripped her waist with both hands and slid her small body forward along two massive cocks before abruptly pulling her back again. A lustful yelp escaped her gasping lips as her voluptuous ass cheeks rippled from the impact. Another explosion of pleasure came but she could only whimper as the thug threw her back and forth like a weightless doll. A rhythmic claps of wet flesh echoed the cellar as melody of moans and cries became the only sound she made. Her body jerked with every forceful pull of Dex’s strong arms. Her belly swelled with cocks when they hilted and a quiver of satisfaction prickled her skin. She wished it would never end.

Another orgasm erupted soon after and she screamed with delight. Cum sprayed as her mind overflowed with euphoric satisfaction. Dex released her waist then began to pump his hips with a hand on her shoulder. His friend followed by driving his cock upward. Mind numbed with lust and body tingling with pleasure, Amelia felt new climax peaking even before the previous calmed. Another simultaneous thrust was all it took. She writhed with agonizing ecstasy and cried into the damp forest of curly grey. The men did not relent. They continued to impale her with powerful thrusts. Another burst of pleasure came only seconds later and she was left with merely coherent consciousness. Before long the men tensed up then with one last shove they exploded. Hot seed flooded her channels and she felt goosebumps ran up her back. Their warmth filled and pushed at her pliable walls for accommodation. White murky streams gushed from her stuffed ass and pussy before forming a puddle on the floor. She milked them. Their throbs slowed then ceased after her stomach swelled with their cum. They did not move away. Instead, Amelia felt their cocks stiffening.

“Im not done yet.” Dex whispered from behind her ear. His rotten breath sent shiver of desire down her spine. “Imma fill yer up good until yer stink of my cum everywhere yer go so people know who own yer.”

“Y-yes…” Amelia replied reflexively. Her heart pounded with excitement as their monstrous penises returned to full hardened size inside her.

“Are you sure she was a hunter?” Royd asked incredulously before pulling her in for another deep kiss.

“Like I said, she probably fuck those terrorbornes til they died.” The thug replied and both men burst out laughing.

Sloppy slap broke out from behind her as she sucked greedily on Royd’s thick drooling tongue. Dex broke their kiss when he pulled on her damp hair and turned her head so he could pressed his chapped lips to her mouth. His tongue slithered into her gaping lips before foul smelling saliva poured in and Amelia drank with eagerness. The thug released her a moment later to resume his rut. As intense and powerful as before, wet claps of their skins filled the cellar. An intense orgasm struck her after mere seconds and she screamed with delight. The men chuckled but never slowed. They pummeled her as if their lives depended on it. Beads of sweat rolled of her flush body as she tried her best with restrained wrists to meet their thrusts. Ripples rang through her soft butt cheeks upon impact. She tensed up with another explosion of euphoric pleasure as the cocks in her channels began to jerk. Gushes of hot cum sprayed her insides and Amelia thought she smelled Dex’s pungent seed in her throat. Pliable walls of her channels stretched out even further to accommodate the on slaughter of intense flooding. She could feel fluid rushing in further than she thought possible. Murky white cream jetted from her filled pussy and ass as the men continued to pump their seed.

“Nghhh! She still milking me!” Royd chuckled. His cock growing limp in her pussy as darkness crept in from the corners of her vision.

“Oh yeah…This whore got great holes” Dex purred before pushing Amelia to the floor next to his friend then dropped to his butt with a thud. Gooey cum sloshed inside her when her back hit the floor and she groaned at the strange sensation. Murky fluid poured out of her channels as she laid heaving for breath. “Be a waste to put her on the street…” The conversation drifted through her semi-conscious thought without any coherent meaning.

“Why not one of those whorehouses?” The chubby man interjected. “More money there.”

“Yes. Gotta train her real good first.” The thug said with sinister growl. “Maybe a few days…”

“Do you want to tell Salbeth?”

“Nah! The old bastard gonna want her to himself.” Dex scowled. “Yer know he hired assassins as his bitch…no need to add hunter to his guards.”

“True, true. Then can I fuck her ass now?”

“Fine…Just don’t bruise her…Can’t sell damage goods.” Low chuckles reverberated through the musky air as Amelia felt her heart skipped a beat.

“Talking about bruise, shouldn’t we untied her already?”

“Yeah…Don’t see why not.” Dex replied after a moment of contemplation.

Amelia opened one eye to see Royd rolling her over. A slight tug then a pull and her wrists came free. “Get on your hands and knees.” The chubby man ordered.

“Y-yes…” She obeyed and moved into the ordered position with her head bowed low with compliance. A shiver ran through her as cum streaked down her inner thighs from her ravaged channels.

“Good. Now spread your ass and invite me in.”

Amelia pressed her flush cheeks against the floor then reached for her round butt cheeks with both hands and with a quivering voice she said. “Please fuck me like a whore.”

“No no…Be more specific.” Royd demanded after shifted behind her. “And don’t forget to add sir at the end. Always nice to be respectful to your client.” He added as he rubbed the head of his cock against the spread out ring of her anus.

“Please enjoy fucking my ass with y-your…magnificent cock, sir.” Amelia said after a brief gathering of thoughts. The teasing of his bulbous tip only made her more desperate to be filled.

“Excellent!” Royd sang. “Here is your reward!” His pudgy fingers gripped her waist before a powerful thrust followed. The impact rippled through her body as a surge of pleasure erupted.

“A-ahhhhh! Nnnnnn!” Amelia moaned delightfully as rhythmic clashes of their flesh bellowed out.

“Now…w-what do y-you say?” The chubby man asked between pants while impaling her mercilessly.

“Nghhhh! Th-thank y-you…sir!”

“V-very g-good!” Royd praised her before pulling her hands from her ass. “Now I can’t be the only one doing all the work, can I?” He coaxed then slowed down to a stop.

“Y-yes…” Amelia pushed her upper body up with her hands and began to roll her hips into him. Ripples ran through the soft cheeks of her ass with each impact and she felt copious cum splashed around in her newly explored depth.

Royd hooked an arm underneath her and reached a finger to her clit. He rubbed intensely on the swollen bud and a burst of pleasure flooded her. Hot fluid gushed from her pussy while she screamed with ecstasy. The climax lingered at its peak as the chubby man continued to massage her overly sensitive knob. Another wave of orgasm wrecked her only seconds after and her arms buckled. Amelia collapsed on the floor still feeling the throes of her climax.

“Who said you can stop?” Royd demanded as he continued to roll her throbbing clit.

“I-I c-can’t…s-s-sir…” She pleaded as another climax struck. Amelia writhed under pleasure and felt every muscle in her body convulsed painfully. “P-please…I c-can’t c-cum any-anymore…”

“That’s not good. This is your training. I won’t stop rubbing your clit until you make me cum.” He replied with feign disappointment in his voice.

“Nghhhh! A-ahhhh!” A flood of pleasure shook her after she managed a weak roll of her hips and she struggled to move again.

“I’m still waiting.” Royd urged.

“Nghhh!” Amelia rolled into him again. A little more forceful this time. She took shaky breaths then pushed back in. A sudden burst of climax rocked her but she grunted through it and hilted him.

Royd reached a free hand to her swaying breast and massaged her supple flesh. The assault multiply in intensity and Amelia was forced into another mind-shattering orgasm. She nearly lost her rhythm as her hips bucked and her clit ached from overuse. Amelia managed to hold on. She rolled into him as hard as she could then again and again. Ripples rang through her supple ass cheeks as their flesh crashed in sloppy mess. Drool dripped from her chin while her head swam in clashing waves of ecstasy. Countless climaxes rocked her before she felt swelling on Royd’s massive girth. With her vision blurry from tears, Amelia grunted and groaned with exertion to bring the chubby man to his climax. He erupted after what seemed like the longest minutes of her life and, true to his words, released her clit and nipple. Royd grabbed her waist and pumped his hips into her some more as squirts of hot cum sprayed her overflowing channel. Amelia dropped to the floor like puppet with broken strings, still shuddering from onslaught of pleasure. Royd slapped her butt and muttered some word of praise before withdrawing from her exhausted body. White murky fluid poured out of her gaping anus and spilled down her inner thighs to pool on the floor. Her ballooned up stomach slowly reverted back as her round butt drooped down from its upright position to rest on her heels while her knees folded under her. Another shudder came and she let out a soft moan. A shadow came over her and Amelia saw Dex massive frame standing over her with his black cock full erected. Shiver prickled her skin as tingles of yearning grew between her legs.

“No time to sleep. I ain’t done with yer yet.” The thug said before squatting down to pull her up by the hair.

“Y-yes…” Amelia replied with a slight smile tugging on the corner of her lips.

The Triad and the Virgin’s Passion Chapter 1: Hot MILF Delight

Babes

The Triad and the Maiden’s Passion (Maiden’s Cunt)
Chapter One: Dryad Delight
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Aoifa – Khan, The Kingdom of Haz

Flirting with dwarves was a waste of time.

I sat in the Khazaz Mekon, one of fifteen bars that catered to the dwarf garrison of the fortress of Khan, the mighty entrance that led to Modan, the dwarves subterranean kingdom which lay beneath the Lesh-Ke Mountains. Five dwarves sat with me. They weren’t unattractive despite their shorter stature. They were solidly built with impressive beards that I imagined would feel wonderful pressing on the shaved lips of my pussy.

And their hands. As large as a man. Each had the strength of my husband, and he had twice their height. I had hoped the dwarves would ravish me. All five of them at once would make my evening.

I wiggled on the bench, my vest half-unlaced to show off my large, pillowy tits, hoping they would take note. They didn’t. I flirted, I hinted, I blandished. I grew more bold, touching them, intimating how wet they made me.

They didn’t care. The stories were true—dwarves hated sex.

At least their men did.

“Gods, woman, leave off,” one of the dwarves, I think his name was Kheth. His voice was a gravelly rumble. “We have no interest in you even if we weren’t honestly married.”

“You’re as whorish as our wife,” another said, his beard russet.

“Yes, Ekharia is insatiable,” groaned the third. “I am glad we are on this deployment.”

“Aye,” a fourth nodded, hefting his mug. “Here’s to Dhorkhen and Magoth surviving Ekharia’s insatiable appetites. Let them please our wife.”

“Wait, you’re all married to Ekharia?” I gaped.

“She’s an insatiable wench,” the first dwarf nodded. “Married seven of us and we can barely keep her satiated when we are home.”

“Disgusting, but it’s our husbandly duties.”

“Seven husbands?” I blinked. “And you hate fucking her? Is she ugly?”

“No, she’s a beauty.” The dwarf with the russet beard took a drink. “But there’s so much better things t’ do than fuckin’.”

“Like?” I asked in shock.

“Workin’ our crafts and doin’ our duties as soldiers. That’s why we’re here. We drew lots t’ see which of us would have t’ suffer and stay b’hind.”

“Pater’s cock,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief. Fiona must love this place.

Fiona was my twin sister and wife. And she was far more prudish than our husband Seamus and myself. We rarely could convince her to have sex outside our triune marriage. Usually, she had to be very horny or very drunk, and she rarely achieved either.

She was happy with just making love to Seamus and myself.

Now, I loved my husband and sister-wife dearly, but the same diet was stale. Seamus understood. We were always looking for new flesh to enjoy. It was a chore to sneak from Fiona’s wrathful gaze. No wonder she wanted to stay here.

“It’s central to the mountains,” Fiona had claimed when she broached the topic. “The summer solstice approaches. A time of power. We may be called in any direction.”

She just wanted to visits a spot where she didn’t have to worry about Seamus and me. I knew my husband would fuck a dwarf woman—they were said to be attractive, if short—but there were so few dwarf females that their men kept them safely underground.

No pussy for him, no cock for me. What was the point in drinking in a bar?

I finished my drink and sighed, heading to the room. Well, it was always fun licking Seamus’s cum out of my twin sister’s pussy. If I couldn’t have a new experience, I would find satisfaction in the arms of my spouses.

My hips rolled in my leather pants as I crossed the room. It was a habit, an exaggerated sway to attract the eyes to my curvy ass in the skin-tight pants. Not a dwarf watched. They were all too busy drinking and grumbling about their wives.

I mounted the steps of the inn to our room. Humans were normally not allowed to stay here, but we formed a Triad, and the dwarves respected our sacred mission to protect the Lesh-Ke Mountains from the many monsters and threats that infested it.

I reached the second floor and walked to our door. A woman moaned inside.

I smiled; Seamus and Fiona were getting hot and wild. My pussy itched and my nipples hardened. I unlaced my vest, letting my heavy tips, my nipples pierced by silver rings, spill out. I pulled on one, savoring the hot thrill as Fiona moaned again.

I stepped into the room.

They were not having sex. Seamus sat on the bed looking bored as Fiona swayed on the floor in a trance.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“She’s been in the trance for a quarter hour. She keeps moaning. It must be something important.”

“You don’t sound concerned,” I said. “Or even excited.”

“Oh, I was excited,” Seamus started. “At first.”

Fiona’s trances were rare. In the year since we married and began our protection of the mountains, she had precisely two. The last one had been to stop an outbreak of poltergeist. But her trances had not last long, only a few minutes.

“I don’t think she’s ever getting out of this one.”

I sat down on the bed beside him. He was naked, his cock soft on lying on his thigh. He was a big man, his body muscled from swinging a sword and wearing armor. His wild, red hair tumbled about his shoulder.

“Strike out on the dwarves?” he grunted.

I nodded, my hand sliding down to rub at Seamus’s cock. “Fiona was right.”

Seamus laughed. “She tricked us.”

I grinned, my eyes fixed on my sister-wife in her white robes. Her auburn hair, gathered in a braid, swayed as she shook. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she communed with the spirits. She was a twinborn witch, blessed to command the unseen spirits of the world.

It was a great power and demanded that she protect the mountains of Lesh-Ke. Seamus and I were her protectors. I was her twin, my destiny tied to hers, and Seamus was the paladin that won her heart and the honor of guarding her.

My hand stroked his hardening cock. “We’re going to have another adventure. Get excited.”

He groaned. “It’s exciting feeling your hand on my cock.”

I opened my mouth to speak when Fiona let out a gasp and fell back. Her slim body trembled. Despite being twin sisters, we were not identical. My breasts were far larger, my body curvier, and my hair darker.

Fiona’s blue eyes opened. “Something terrible has happened to the southeast. A great crime has been committed to nature. Aoifa, get your map. You can jerk our husband off later.”

Seamus groaned and I sighed. “Yes, wife of mine.”

I leaned over and pulled my map of the Lesh-Ke mountains from my saddlebag and unrolled it. Khan lay in middle of Miliiath Pass, the only pass through the Lesh-Ke Mountains, connecting the fledgling Magery of Thosi to the Northeast with the Kingdom of Haz to the south. All the roads of the mountains led from here.

I glanced at the map. “To the southeast is the village of Shesh.”

Fiona shook her head. “This did not happen in a village.”

I kept tracing. Beyond the village was a strange mark in the midst of a copse of woods. I frowned, struggling to remember what all the markings meant. The map was gifted to me by Morgana, an ancient woman that had once been a part of a Triad.

“There’s a dryad to the southeast,” I said, the marking finally coming back to me.

“She’s in trouble,” Fiona declared. “We must leave at first light.”

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Fiona – Shesh, The Kingdom of Haz

“Something’s going on in the village,” Aoifa reported, rising up on Scathach, her black mare.

“Not surprising,” Seamus noted, his chainmail clinking with every step of his warhorse. “The dryad doesn’t live far from here.”

I nodded in agreement. “Ready our blade, husband of mine,” I said. I clutched tightly to the reins tightly as Whitesocks, my horse, snorted. Around me, the spirits danced, agitated by what happened even a day and a half later.

“They have torches. It’s a mob,” Aoifa said. “They must be spooked.”

“Our first job it to ease their fears,” Fiona said. “Let them know a Triad is here. They do not have to risk their lives. They are not equipped to fight anything that could harm a dryad.”

Seamus nodded and healed strider. He pulled a war-horn, made from a twisted ram’s horn, a gift for defeating an ogre marauding a village two months past. It resounded with a deep, rumbling note, announcing his presence as he galloped ahead.

I spurred Whitesocks to follow, the spirits dancing around me in eager excitement. Aoifa was at my side, her large breasts bouncing in her leather vest. Her lithe legs were clad in tight leathers that hugged her rear. Many throwing daggers dangled from her clothing, ready to be used.

The Escort mob turned, their frenzied shouts dying away as Seamus sounded his horn again. With his wild mane of red hair flowing behind him, he cut a gallant figure in his mail. A Paladin of Gewin, a man trained from birth to fight monsters.

The crowd parted before him. The Hazian villagers stared at him in awe, their torches and makeshift weapons lowering. I galloped in behind him, Aoifa reining in on our husband’s opposite side.

“A twinborn witch,” called someone from the crowd. “A Triad.”

“You’ll save my daughter,” a mature woman shouted, breaking from a heavily muscled man and grasping Seamus’s boot. “The dryad’s taken her. My daughter’s our village’s hope.”

“The dryad?” I gasped in shock, glancing at Aoifa. No dryad would ever harm another. They were the gentlest, most peaceful creatures of the wild mountains. Aoifa gave me a sharp look.

“Please, sir paladin, you must save her.”

“Of course we shall,” Seamus proclaimed.

“What has happened?” I asked, dismounting. The woman didn’t answer. She sobbed against Seamus’s boot, overcome by a mother’s fears.

Aoifa dismounted and joined me as I strolled forward. The villagers stared at me in worshipful awe, moving away from me. All who lived in the mountains knew of the Triads. Though our people, the Tuathan, had lost much of the mountains to the Hazians, my spouses and I would still protect them.

I turned to the man whose face was twisted with fear. He was a large man, no doubt the village blacksmith, his arms thicker than my thighs and marred by puckered scars—burns from the forge. His hair was graying as he entered his middle years.

“Good sir, tell me,” I said. “Why do you think a dryad has taken your daughter?”

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Seamus

I dismounted. The woman threw herself at me, her arms around my neck as she cried. She was a motherly woman, her figure curvy and warm against me. Her face, though marred with grief, still carried the beauty of her youth framed by curling-black ringlets of hair only slightly touched by gray.

“You’ll save her?” she demanded.

“Of course,” I told her.

The crowd of villagers pressed in on my wives as they spoke to the woman’s husband. They all stared at Fiona with awe. Twinborn witches were a rarity, one was only born to the Tuathan every few generations. Even the Hazians revered her.

“Come on,” I said, putting my mailed arm around the scared mother. My chainmail clinked as I led the woman to the nearby house attached to an open air forge.

“Please,” she begged, her body shaking. Her dress was cut low. Her charms were ample. Older women always had their appeal. They were knowledgeable and knew what they wanted out of a man. Particularly the married ones.

I stepped through the door and closed it behind us. The sounds of the villagers commotions died down. Fiona would find out what was going on and whom we needed to go and fight. Until then, I would enjoy myself.

“Relax,” I told her. “I swear I will rescue your daughter.” And if she is half the beauty as her mother, it would be a great pleasure.

“Thank you,” she gasped, a grateful smile crossing her lips.

I unbuckled my belt and set my sheathed sword on a table before the hearth. My chainmail fell loose, hanging off my shoulders. The belt helped to distribute some of the weight onto my hips as much as to keep it snug against me.

I pulled off the mail and dumped it on the table in a loud clatter.

“What are you doing, sir paladin?” she asked, her eyes staring at my muscular form.

“Proving how strong I am,” I grinned at her. “Putting your mind at ease that I have the skills to rescue your daughter.”

The woman swallowed as her eyes ran up and down my body. I had the pale skin of Tuathan, not the dusky-brown of a Hazian. I was strong, and numerous scars decorated my body, proof of the fights I had survived.

“You are very strong, sir paladin,” she agreed as I took a step towards her. “I know you’ll save my Viora.”

She backed away from me, her body trembling. Her breasts swelled her dress’s bodice as her breath quickened. It was such a lovely sight, stirring my cock in my leather pants.

“It is dangerous work though,” I told her. “Fighting a dryad will not be easy.”

“I know you can prevail,” she whispered, licking her lips. “You’re strong.”

“But a warrior needs motivation,” I said as she backed into the wall. She trembled like a maid despite her years. Her eyes were dark and her hips shifted. Her woolen dress clung to her curvy hips, promising delights beneath. “Something worth fighting for.”

“And is not the life of my daughter worth that, sir paladin?” she asked.

I stopped before her and stroked her cheek. “A worthy goal. But I do not know your daughter. I may not be able to fight with all my passion.” My hand slid lower. She shuddered. “Now, if I had some…encouragement.”

“I thought you were a holy knight wed to the witch and her twin,” the woman said, a flush running up her neck to her cheeks. Her nipples dimpled her bodice. “Surely, you do not need encouragement for me? I am a mother and wife.”

“And why wouldn’t I need encouragement from a beautiful woman?” I asked. My fingers reached the nape of her neck, stroking down as I pressed closer, my chest almost pressing into her breasts.

Her hand reached out and touched my stomach. Her fingers were soft as they slid up. My dick throbbed in my trousers. She trembled and licked her lips again. She glanced to a small window where the crowds still spoke.

“You ask a great sacrifice of me,” she whispered. “I am married by a priest and priestess of Luben. I swore vows before the god of marriage.” Her hand stroked higher, touching my pecs.

“And surely a god can understand the bending of a vow to ensure your daughter’s safety.” My fingers moved lower, passing her collarbone to her chest, reaching for her cleavage. “Even your husband could understand that sacrifice.”

“And you would swear to Luben and all the other gods that you will return my daughter?” she asked.

“I will…”

“Alesha,” she supplied.

“I will, Alesha. Before Gewin, Pater, Luben, and all the other gods, I will save your daughter.”

Alesha let out a throaty purr, her desperate lusts set free, driving back her fear. Her arms wrapped around my neck as she kissed me hard. She attacked me with all the passion of a mature huntress who knew what she wanted. She was no shy maid.

Her pussy was wet and needed satisfying by a young buck. I was more than happy to tell her whatever lies she needed to unleash her passions.

I lifted her up. Her firm thighs wrapped around my waist as her tongue dived down my mouth. I carried her easily as she ground against me. My cock ached as the mature beauty moaned and gasped. My hands kneaded her ass, squeezing and relaxing as I carried her to the table.

I sat her down and pushed her back. She spread her body across the table, her large breasts pressing on her bodice. My fingers were skilled. I grinned as her dusky, large breasts spilled out, her nipples hard and eager to be played with.

“That’s the encouragement I need,” I grinned, squeezing her tits. “I’ll rescue your daughter and come back for seconds.”

“Yes,” she moaned, her hips undulating as I leaned over and sucked on a fat nipple. “Mmm, that’s it. You’re as old as my own sons. Mmm, suck on my nipples.”

I nipped and sucked harder, savoring her moans as my other hand undid the laces of my trousers. I pulled my cock out as I sucked. I loved her fat nipple in my mouth. They were one of the gods greatest creations.

The older woman moaned, her thighs around my legs. I pushed up her skirt, stroking her sleek thighs. I brushed the wet folds of her pussy nestled in trimmed pubic hair. She shuddered as I stroked up to her clit.

“Yes, fuck me,” she groaned. “I need it. Pound me. Show me your strength. Show me the strength that will save my daughter.”

I released her nipple. “Grab my cock and guide me in, slut.”

Alesha’s body shuddered.

“You haven’t been called slut in years,” I grinned at her.

“No,” she moaned. “Before I married, when I let a few of the boys take me, they called me slut.”

“You loved it. You’ve been burning to be one again.” Her hand grasped my cock, guiding me to her hot pussy. “You’ve been looking for a little excitement for a while.”

“Yes,” Alesha gasped as she rubbed my cock against her pussy, pressing it down to her opening. “I need to be fucked hard.”

I slammed into her pussy. Her hot, wet folds engulfed me. There was always something so exciting about fucking another man’s wife. A thrill. Back home, before I married Fiona and Aoifa, I had enjoyed Escort Bayan my share of the older women of the valley.

I learned a lot from them.

“Gods, yes,” she moaned as I slammed my dick into her married pussy. The table creaked beneath me as I worked my dick through her hot tunnel. Her heavy tits jiggled while her face screwed in in pleasure. “Show me your strength. Your virility.”

“The same virility that’s going to rescue your daughter,” I growled. “I might even find out if she’s as tight as her mother.”

Alesha gasped. Her eyes opened. “You terrible cad. You’re such a bad paladin. Seducing married women and virgins.”

Her pussy tightened on my cock.

“I would make sure her first time would be unforgettable,” I grinned, leaning over Alesha as the table rocked beneath us.

“I bet you would,” she groaned, her hips undulating.

My balls slapped into her flesh as I fucked her. My hips sped up. My dick slid through her hot tunnel. I growled, the itch growing at the tip. Her sheath was delicious. Hot, tight, gripping my cock, eager for my cum.

“Oh, Luben forgive me for enjoying this,” moaned the married woman. “Oh, yes. I’m such a terrible, slutty wife. I love your cock. Cum in me.”

“Eager for a redheaded son?” I asked as I drove my cock into her depths.

“Don’t joke about that,” she moaned, her thighs tightening.

“My seed is virile,” I grinned, slamming deep into her hot depths. “And your tits were made for suckling.”

Alesha’s pussy rippled about my cock. She shuddered beneath me. Her body undulated, bucking against my thrusts as her pussy convulsed about my dick. She gasped and moaned as her orgasm rushed through her.

“Cum in me,” she panted. “I don’t care. I need it. I love that feeling.”

“Slut,” I growled and buried into her pussy. My balls erupted.

I flooded the married woman’s cunt.

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Aoifa

I smiled as Seamus led off the blacksmith’s wife. He was so bold. It was sexy being married to a man as confident and fearless as him.

“What has happened to your daughter?” Fiona asked. “Why do you think she was taken by a dryad?”

“Yes,” I smiled. “Tell us everything. In great detail.”

The blacksmith, constantly interrupted by the other villagers, spilled the tale. His daughter, just ripening into womanhood, was out with three of her friends picking blackberries, “No, it was strawberries,” a stout woman insisted. Well, she was picking some kind of berries when the woods came alive. The trees grabbed her. The other girls watched in terror as she was wrapped up by the tree, held against the bark.

“It was a maple tree,” an older man missing his front teeth added.

“My girl said it was an oak.”

“That really doesn’t matter,” Fiona said. “And Dryads only control a tree, not a forest. And why would it she be so close to a village and not farther away. They don’t like villages.”

“It weren’t just the one tree,” the blacksmith said. “It was a bunch. And it was just outside the village.”

Fiona grew perplexed at that. One of the girls, a sweet maid with lush lips that I wanted to see wrapped around Seamus’s cock or nuzzling through my pussy, insisted that she saw the dryad.

“She had hair like fire, like the Paladin,” the maid said, “and nut-brown skin. Not like mine, but more woody.”

“Where is our husband?” Fiona muttered, glancing around.

“And she was young, like us, but her eyes were ancient,” continued the girl.

“That sounds like a dryad,” I said, keeping Fiona’s attention focused in the proper direction.

Three elders of the village all insisted that they had met the dryad that lived farther up the valley in their youths, and she bears that resemblance. All dryads did. Some said Tuathan had dryad blood flowing through our veins to account for the red hair that cropped up in most of our race. My black hair was a rarity.

Of course, our skin was pale and fair, not woody-brown.

The girls explained they tried to help free their friend, but the dryad chased them off by awakening other trees. The last they saw, Viora was being carried off up the valley. The girls were both breathless, describing everything in detail.

“It does sound like a dryad,” I whispered to Fiona. “I don’t know how she’s controlling more than one tree.”

Fiona nodded, biting her lip. “Yes. But why would she take the girl?

“Because he needs the witch,” one of the girls said. “That’s what the dryad said.”

“He?” Fiona asked.

“Witch?” I asked.

“She’s the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter,” proclaimed the blacksmith. “Seventh out of my nine.” He had a proud face. “And her mother still looking as pretty as a maid.”

I grinned. She was pretty enough to attract my husband’s notice.

Fiona frowned and looked around. “Where is your wife?”

“Who is this he?” I quickly asked.

The blacksmith, his eyes casting around for his wife, blinked. “That would be the beast. He’s been trying to carry off Viora for a fortnight. We had to drive him off three times. We can’t let the girl be alone. She shouldn’t have been off picking blackberries.”

The blacksmith gazed at the two girls and they flushed.

“He’s a monster,” continued the blacksmith. “Part lion, part man. A horrid abomination.”

“Lion and man?” I blinked. “Did he have wings?”

“Not a sphinx. Body of a lion, with a male torso rising from where the head should be.”

“Like a centaur?” Fiona asked in awe.

“I guess. Never seen one.” The blacksmith shrugged. “Now where did my wife get to?”

“And our husband?” Fiona muttered. “We need to get moving to rescue Viora.”

“I saw the paladin escort your wife into your house,” a man called.

The blacksmith blinked. “What?”

Fiona’s eyes narrowed, then she stalked through the crowd. The blacksmith and I followed. I hoped Seamus finished up, else he was likely about to fight a jealous husband. Fiona strode into the house. I was right behind her.

“Hi, Fiona,” Seamus smiled, sitting at the table. “Master Moran. Your wife was kind to lend me some hospitality. She was very friendly, especially when I showed her my strength and proved your daughter would be rescued with ease.”

The wife blushed. Fiona’s hands went on her hips.

Seamus just kept right on smiling as he took a sip of steaming tea.

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Fiona

I waited until we were out of the villagers earshot before I expressed myself to my husband.

I had to wait nearly an hour before the last of the village youths, no doubt eager to see battle, finally grew bored and slinked back to town as we pressed higher into the forest of birch and oak trees that led up the valley’s slope.

“You seduced the poor girl’s mother?” I hissed.

“She wanted to make sure I was strong,” Seamus grinned back at me.

Ooh, why did he have to have that handsome smile and that long hair framing his strong face? It got him into so much trouble.

“I also promised to give her daughter an equal demonstration,” he grinned.

Aoifa laughed like a hussy.

“You are not touching that girl, husband of mine,” I told him, my hands on my hips. “She’s the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter. She is special. She will bless that village. She does not need her maidenhead despoiled before she is married.”

“Sweet sister, most maids at the altar have already had their maidenheads plucked, and rarely by the groom. A girl needs to have some fun before she settles down.”

I glared at Aoifa.

“Or after.”

“It is one thing for the pair of you to enjoy sluts and harlots,” I blistered. I had lost that war months ago, but I would hold firm on this one, “but you have to stop seducing virgins and married women.”

“You enjoy those sluts and harlots with us,” Seamus grinned. “Last month, you even licked that virgin’s pussy before I plucked her maidenhead.”

I blushed. “You and Aoifa worked me into a horny mess. You know I have trouble thinking rationally when you rub my pussy.”

“That’s why we do it, sweet sister.” Aoifa licked her lips at me. “You keep playing this game that you are above your desires, but we all know you want to have just as much fun as us. You just need to relax your morals.”

“It’s not breaking our marriage vows if we are complicit in it,” Seamus laughed. “And I would love to watch you writhe.”

My cheeks grew even hotter. I let Seamus convince me to fuck another man while he watched once, and he had been eager for a repeat performance. And with multiple, strong, hunky men, all touching me and caressing…

I squirmed on my saddle, driving back my fantasy. “No more married women. Cuckolding is an offense to Luben.”

“Good thing Bayan Escort I serve Gewin.”

I gripped my reins and glared at that smile of his.

“How was she?” Aoifa asked.

“Eager for my return and another demonstration,” Seamus answered. “I’m eager to give it to her.”

I glared at Aoifa. “Stop encouraging him.”

“I want to be there,” Aoifa grinned. “I want to lick her clean of our—”

The tree she rode past moved. Branches creaked as they reached out and seized Aoifa from her saddle,. She let out a startled scream as the branches pulled her against the trunk. The tree creaked as more of its branches wrapped around Aoifa, the leaves touching her face.

“Pater’s cock,” snarled Seamus, his sword coming free.

My horse neighed in fear as the trees creaked and groaned around us. The ground moaned as roots ripped out, spilling dark soil. Whitesocks reared and my hands slipped from the reins. I screamed as I fell to the ground, landing with a groan.

“Slata’s cunt,” Aoifa gasped as the trees groaned around us.

Leafy branches swept across my vision as the trees moved around us, cutting us off from Seamus. His sword hacked while he grunted. I pushed myself to my feet and ducked a swiping branch, the leaves scraping across my face.

“Oh, you are a naughty tree,” Aoifa groaned. “Oh, you’re leaves are nimble.”

“What is going on?” Seamus called.

“The tree is getting amorous,” Aoifa answered.

My cheeks burned. I glanced at my sister. The branches were pulling down her leather pants, exposing her pale flesh. Other branches opened her vest. Her large breasts spilled out, her nipples growing hard as leaves caressed her pink nubs.

The spirits rose around me, answering my call. Blue abjuration spirits, green enhancement spirits, red conjuration spirits, orange evocation spirits, purple enchantment spirits, and yellow transformation spirits danced around me, little trails of energy following behind them. They were playful and hard to control.

Unless you were a twinborn witch.

“Spirits of evocation, break the branches holding my wife prisoner.”

I ducked another swiping branch as my spirits zipped towards the bound Aoifa. I scrambled forward in the wake of the spirits, heading to my wife’s moan. The tree that held her was moving away. Another tree tried to grab me, leaves catching in my hair.

“Oh, you wicked tree,” moaned Aoifa, writhing in the branches’ embrace. Leaves rubbed between her thighs as her large tits bounced. A pair of branches wrapped about her large tits, squeezing them into bulging mounds.

The evocation spirits stopped right before they hit the branches binding Aoifa. The spirits wiggled and spasmed then soared away and came dancing before me. They sputtered. They were angry at me. I gaped at the spirits. Since when did they get angry with me?

“Attack the trees,” I said.

The spirits bobbed up and down.

“The dryad,” I groaned. “She’s part of nature. You don’t want to do any—”

A tree wrapped around my waist. I squeaked in shock as I was lifted, my feet kicking. The branch rasped against my white robe. Leaves tickled my face. More leaves pressed into my clothing and tickled my nipples.

“No,” I groaned as the branch brought me towards my sister, the leaves caressing my nipples.

“Joining in the fun, sweet sister,” grinned Aoifa, her hips undulating.

“Seamus!” I shouted.

“Where are you?” our husband shouted, his voice distant.

The trees rustled around us as I was pressed against Aoifa. My robe slipped open. Leaves slid around my waist, caressing my ass as Aoifa undulated against me, her nipples hard as they brushed mine. Aoifa’s blue eyes danced before me.

“Mmm, these trees know how to please a girl.”

“You are so perverted,” I complained as the leaves tickled my ass. They pressed between my crack, caressing my sphincter.

“I know,” sighed Aoifa, a happy smile on her lips. “The tree is fucking me, sweet sister. A wooden dick is fucking in and out of me.”

“They’re attacking…oh, gods.” Leaves tickled my wet pussy, rubbing through my labia and brushing my clit. “Seamus. Please! The tree’s fucking me. Us.”

“Las-dammit,” snarled Seamus. His voice sounded farther away.

“Just relax, sweet sister, and enjoy the ride,” Aoifa purred, her head leaning forward.

“But—”

My sister-wife’s lips planted on mine. Her tongue shoved into my mouth. I moaned into her lips as the leaves rubbed at my pussy. They were stiff and ticklish, growing wet with my pleasure. My body shuddered, my hips undulating and pressing against my sister. I kissed her back with equal fervor. It was too hard to fight against the pleasure. My hands caressed my sister’s body as the leaves rubbed at my pussy and caressed my clit. I slid up to her breasts, squeezing the pillowy mounds.

“That’s it,” Aoifa grinned. “You’re getting into to it, sweet sister.”

“I can’t help it,” I complained. “It feels so wonderful.”

My voice jumped up in octaves as a thin branch pressed between the cheeks of my ass. The rough bark rubbed on my silky flesh and sphincter. I shuddered, my hips undulating in the grip of the tree, humping against the leaves.

“You naughty slut,” groaned Aoifa. “You want the trees to fuck you. Mmm, I can’t blame you. My tree’s such a hot lover.”

“Yes, I want to be fucked,” I moaned without thought.

Aoifa grinned. “What a sweet sister-slut I have.”

Our lips met in another hot kiss. This time, my tongue thrust into her mouth. I writhed against her, my body quivering. The pleasure rushed through me. The ticklish leaves pressed into my pussy as they caressed me, my juices pouring out.

My pussy clenched at the stimulation. I quivered as my orgasm rushed through me. I bucked between the tree and my sister. Rough bark pressed into my back. The tree rustled behind me as I was consumed with bliss.

Something hard pressed between my asscheeks, wet with something sticky.

The tree slammed a wooden cock into my ass, lubed by sweet sap. I groaned, my asshole clenching down on the intrusion. My hips undulated, bucking me into the tree. The bark creaked behind me as the tree bent, its leaves rustling.

I was being fucked by a tree.

My pussy clenched. Another orgasm washed through me. My asshole spasmed on the tree’s thick, hard dick. It was so different from a cock. Not soft and warm, but cold. Like a dildo. I loved it. My toes curled as I dangled above the ground.

“Are you being fucked, sweet sister?” Aoifa moaned.

“Yes!” I screamed. “In the ass. The tree is fucking my asshole.”

“Kinky,” moaned Aoifa. Her face screwed up in pleasure. She shuddered and her hands squeezed my hips. “Gods, yes. I’m cumming. What a cock. Oh, yes! Oh, Fiona. The tree’s cumming in me.”

The sickly-sweet scent of sap grew stronger. A hot, sticky flood coated my thighs, pouring out of Aoifa’s pussy as she spasmed against me. I loved the mix of sappy tree cum and my sister’s pussy juices coating my body.

My asshole tightened on the tree-dick. I bucked into it. The tree’s branches tightened on me. The bark was so rough on my delicate skin. Pain mixed with my pleasure. I humped back into the tree, the leaves still teasing my clit.

“Cum in my ass,” I begged like a filthy slut. I was lost to the pleasure. Nothing mattered but cumming again. “Flood my ass with your sap and make me erupt.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” screamed my sister.

I kissed her. Our breasts pressed tight together as my body quivered. My clit ached beneath the teasing touch of the leaves. I bucked as my pleasure radiated out of my pussy. Juices flooded down my thighs as my mind was bathed in ecstasy.

I broke the kiss. My head threw back. My hair rubbed into tree bark. “Cum in me!”

The tree creaked and rustled. Its cock slammed into my ass. My eyes widened as a hot flood of sappy jizz poured into my asshole.

“Gods, yes!” I moaned in delight.

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Seamus

My sword, burning red with Gewin’s magic, hewed through the trees attacking me. Sap coated my armor. Every time my sword slashed and fell, my enchanted blade hacked through thick limbs and trunks, leaving behind dead trees.

The entire grove was alive. Reaching for me. Attacking me.

I had lost sight of my wives in the foliage.

“Gewin’s blade,” I shouted as I hacked through a fir trees narrow trunk. It crashed down at me. I dived to the side as it landed with a noisy thud.

Women moaned.

“Fiona!” I shouted. “Aoifa.”

I turned around. The moans came from my left.

I dodged a reaching tree branch and swung, hacking it in half. Amber sap flicked across my armor as the tree spasmed. I ignored it, racing towards the sounds of women moaning. My sword sang, hacking down a young ash tree.

I burst out of a clearing. It wasn’t my wives I heard moaning.

I found the dryad and Viora.

To be continued…

The Honeymoon_(0)

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Sarah and I had just been married. It was a her dream wedding, everything she wanted, I agreed to. It was hard not to considering her Dad was paying for the bulk of it. But whatever made her happy I was all for. You know the old saying, “Happy Wife, Happy Life”. I tried for the most part to adhere to this motto through our entire relationship. Thats not to say I didn’t put my foot down on occasion when I needed to, but we rarely argued and I think we have a pretty good thing going.

So the ceremony and reception were over, we’d said our goodbyes to our family and friends and retired to our room where we consummated the marriage… again and again… I didn’t let her take her dress off for round one, she looked so beautiful in it, round two she stripped down to her bridal lingerie, a white strapless half cup bra that her nipples were just peeking over the top of and a sheer lacy thong. Sarah has an amazing figure, DD breasts, a flat stomach, and then a big hips and a juicy ass, tapering down to her long legs, she’s a bit of a barbie doll I suppose, only not as tall in comparison to the dolls measurements. Anyway, for round 3 Sarah got down to her birthday suit and rode me until we both came and we collapsed in a heap, falling asleep. We’d had a big day so we’d definitely earned the rest. We woke up the next morning to the maid placing our breakfasts on our respective nightstands we had both slept on top of the covers, both naked. I looked up at the maid, and she looked down at my morning glory, Nothing to spectacular, I’m about 7 inches with a decent bit of girth. She smiled and said “You’re wife’s a lucky woman” I just smiled back and Sarah rolled over and added “I am aren’t I” and kissed me good morning, We thanked the maid and she left us to enjoy our first morning as Husband and Wife.

After we ate, we got our things together and got in the car and headed for the airport. We arrived with plenty of time and checked in and made our way through security. We stopped for a coffee before we went to our gate and picked up a few magazines and such for the flight. We were headed to Thailand for our honeymoon, Sarah had been before, but it was my first time leaving the country. Not long after, we boarded our flight and settled into our seats, before long we took off and were on our way. Sarah asked the flight attendant for a blanket and after she’d gotten that, she rested her head on my shoulder for a sleep. I dragged the blanket over me as well and closed my eyes to.

I have no idea how much later it was but I could feel cock being worked softly, I opened my eyes, Sarah was just grinning back at me, “I thought that might wake you” she said playfully, “I’m going to the ladies if you want to join me” she added. I smiled and gave her a minute and then followed. We got into the cubicle, which was nothing short of compact, but it was the best we could do. She sat down on the toilet and proceeded to unbutton my shorts, she slid the zip down and released my turgid cock from my underwear. She extended her tongue and starting from my balls ran it up the length of my shaft before devouring my cock into her mouth. I can safely say hands down Sarah is the best and most enthusiastic cock sucker I’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing. I reach into he tight cotton singlet and groped at her breasts, Sarah was cupping my balls with her left hand and had her right hand on my butt pulling me into her throat. There was a knock on the door… “Just a minute” I said. My bride didn’t even break rhythm she just kept going, saliva was trickling out of her mouth and down her chin, she let go of my balls and scooped up some of the escaping spit, with her other hand she pulled my ass cheeks apart to give her access and inserted two freshly lubed up fingers into my arse.

We’d been experimenting with a bit of ass play the last six months or so, she thought if I got to fuck her arse
it was only fair that that she got to fuck mine. I really had no legitimate argument. It began as just her fingering my arsehole, but eventual she came home with a feeldoe, sort of like a strap on only its kind of bent and half of it goes inside her pussy and it vibrates, it was painful at first but with plenty of lube and her pulling my dick at the same time, to tell you the truth, I really started to enjoy it. A few times I’ve even put her end of the feeldoe in my arse and its like I have two cocks and I’ve used it to Double Penetrate Sarah which she loves.

Anyway, so here we are in this cubicle on a plane and we’ve just got a knock on the door, Sarah’s got 2 fingers in my arse milking my prostate and I’m balls deep in her warm, wet mouth. Sarah knows just what buttons to push and in just a few seconds I’m exploding in her face, she swallows every drop and cleans me up. I button up my shorts and head back to my seat, passing the lady who must’ve knocked on my way out, She steps towards the door into the cubicle but is startled when it won’t open, its locked behind me, I look back and the lady is looking at me with contempt. I return to our assigned seats and I keep an eye out for Sarah, I can’t help but laugh when a minute later she walks past the same lady. The lady is throwing daggers at Sarah with her eyes. I slide over and let Sarah have the aisle seat she looks at me with a smirk and then we get comfy back under our blanket and put on another movie to get us through the rest of the flight.

So we land in Bangkok and and spend the next few days doing all the touristy things, tiger temple, floating markets, getting wasted on cheap cocktails and fucking one another stupid every chance we got. Then we set off to Koh Samui to spend our last week relaxing around the pool at the resort drinking more cocktails and lying on the beach getting massages. One of the locals we’d met in a bar told me of some great diving spots around the island and told me about a couple of boats that could get me out there. So I went down to the marina and organised a trip for the next day. Sarah wasn’t interested in diving and decided to continue drinking in the sun which I didn’t mind because it gave me a chance at a bit of time to myself. The next day I did my diving trip, it as’t the most exciting dive I’ve ever been on, but it was good to get in the water and have a few hours of the booze. On the way back we dropped the pick at a little reef break a few miles Escort short of the port and the skipper unstrapped a few surfboards from the bimini and the deckhand, another diver and myself jumped over the side and paddled over to where the waves were breaking. It wasn’t big at all, lucky to be four foot, but it was pretty consistent and the waves held up nicely so it was fun little surf for an hour or so. After that we weighed anchor and continued back to shore where a few of my new friends convinced me to join them at the bar. I agreed and called the resort we were staying at and left a message for Sarah letting her know I got back safe and what I was doing now. After four or five Singha’s I decided it was time to head back to the resort and find Sarah.

The sun was still up so I walked back along the beach thinking I might find my wife on the way, I still hadn’t seen her by the time I got to the gate into the resort pool, so I figured that’d the next place to look. Sure enough there she was laying back in the shallows, tanning with a large cocktail glass filled with a red smoothie looking concoction with chunks of pineapple and kiwifruit hanging of the rim. She’d made a new friend as well, a gorgeous brunette in oversized sunglasses with big bottomed lips that looked like they were made for eating your cock on. The Brunette was lying on her belly with but up on her elbows, if you know what I mean, giving me an awesome view of her big tits which were clearly bolt-ons, but they looked fantastic in her bikini which consisted of a couple of small triangles of lycra that barely covered her nipples. She had a great bronzed tan, her arch back looked sexy as hell, as my eyes fell further down her frame I noticed her bikini bottoms didn’t have much more material than the top. It was half way up her arse and showing of her large firm cheek which led down to a long lucious sets of pins.

As I approached, Sarah rolled over and said Hi and introduced me to her drinking buddy who I found out was Lenka, she spoke with a eastern european accent I later found out was Romanian. Sarah told me Lenka was holidaying alone and that she’d invited her to have dinner with us. There was no way I was complaining, two beautiful women to escort for the night, I couldn’t have asked for more. I said I was going back to our room to clean up, I leant down and gave Sarah a quick kiss and told her I’d meet them back there.

I went back and had a quick shower and got dressed, as I was buttoning up my shirt, the girls burst through the door, giggling at something or other as somewhat intoxicated girls do. I just smiled and made small talk as Sarah scoured through her dresses hanging in the wardrobe. They’d obviously stopped by Lenka’s room on their way back because she was wearing a sexy little green cocktail dress that plunged low at the front showing off her ample cleavage, open back which told me she wasn’t wearing a bra and a hemline that just made it to the top of her thighs, she was definetely a stunner. Sarah eventually settled on a purple one shoulder cocktail dress that having seen her in it before, I new clung to her body, leaving nothing to the imagination about the body she was hiding underneath it. Right in the middle of the room, she undid her bikini top and dropped the bottoms, right in front of our guest. It didn’t bother me really, I figured girls do get dressed in front of one another, no big deal. Sarah pulled her dress over her head and shimmied it down over her hips then picked up her purse, took Lenka by the hand and headed for the door, looking back grinning and motioning for me to follow. I just smiled back at her stepped into my thongs (flip-flops for the non-aussies) and caught up.

We went to dinner, then migrated to a nearby club our waiter recommended and enjoyed some more drinks, Sarah and Lenka got up on the dance floor and were dirty dancing with one another, giving all the guys in the place a good show, as I looked around every set of male eyes were pointed in their direction. I just smiled as Lenka beckoned for me to join them. I’m not much of a dancer, usually I’d rather play pool or just hang by the bar, but how could I refuse an offer like this. I went over and the girls started grinding on me, a girl on each leg. I put one arm around my wife and held her ass as she swayed with the music. Lenka grabbed my other hand and planted it on her ass then ran her hand up my shirt. I looked to Sarah who just smiled back encouragingly. I liked where this night was heading. We continued dancing then Sarah leant over and kissed Lenka, a deep passionate kiss, intertwining tongues, it was hot. I felt all eyes on us and I’m sure every guy wanted to be me at that point, Then Sarah broke away from Lenka and brought her lips to mine and kissed me the same way, then leant back brought Lenka and my lips together and we shared another lip lock. This was really happening.

After a few more rounds and several other guys making moves on my girls to no avail, we decided it was time to take the party back behind closed doors. It was an understatement to say I was excited. Sarah and I had a great sex life but it had always been just us alone. The thought of seeing my wife with another woman drove me crazy. On the walk back I had a girl under each arm with both of them running their hands over my body. As I fumbled in my pockets for the swipe card to our room the girls embraced and were kissing insatiably again. I finally managed to activate the door and we fell into the entry way, Sarah pushed the door closed behind us then both girls in unison took position on their knees in front of me. My Wife took charge, unbuttoning my shorts and unzipping my fly, letting them fall to my ankles. She took my cock in her hand and pointed it towards her new playmate. Lenka brought her face forward and let the tip rest on her tongue for a second before sealing her soft lips around my cock and inhaling it til her nose was being tickles by my trimmed pubes, the first of my 7 inches nestled snuggly in her throat. She kept up the suction for around 10 seconds before she started bouncing her face off my groin. My cock had her slobber dripping off, falling to the floor in long, sticky strings. I looked at my wife who was staring intently at the sight before her, seemingly enjoying it. With one hand on Lenka’s shoulder and the other Escort Bayan reaching down pleasuring herself, she had several of her fingers buried to the third knuckle, withdrawing them every so often to stimulate her clit. Lenka kept up the pace on my cock until Sarah greedily pulled it from Lenka’s mouth with a ‘pop’ and took my pre lubed member in her own mouth, sucking with such enthusiasm as if to show the fake-titted brunette she wouldn’t be out done.

I could feel my seed boiling in my sack, but I wasn’t ready to cum quite so soon. I took both girls by the hand and led them to the bed, kicking my shorts from around my feet on the way. I grabbed the bottom of Sarahs dress and tore it over her head only to remember she hadn’t worn any underwear. Lenka was kneeling on the bed behind me and helped Sarah remove my shirt which she hastily cast aside. Lenka was now giving me a reach around while I kissed my wife. Lenka repositioned herself so she could get her mouth back to my dick. I fell back on the bed taking Sarah with me. I pulled her hips up to my face and she turned around so she was facing her cock suck adversary and lowered her wax-smooth pussy onto to waiting lips. She was already dripping with anticipation, I grabbed her arse and pulled her to me and lifted my neck to meet her and lapped her hungrily, licking her from her clit to her asshole, burying my tongue between her folds and getting my fill of her lady juices on my way past before reaching her puckered asshole and tracing gentle circles making her quiver with each revolution. She leant forward and joined Lenka attending to my appendage. Having the two of them working it at the same time was the most surreal sensation, lips sliding over my shaft and gently tugging at my sack while hands massaged my inner thighs and groin. All the attention was amazing. I heard Sarah say “I want to see you sit on his cock.” Lenka stood up and I lifted her dress over her head, I couldn’t see much past Sarahs ass but I got a good eyeful of Lenka’s big titties, they were amazing, huge and sat right up with zero sag. I could feel her climb back onto the bed and straddle me, Sarah spat on my cock for some added lube and then I felt Lenka lower herself onto my cock which sarah was still holding to guide it in. It was so tight, it was fantastic, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came. Lenka bounced up and down, with Sarahs face right there. she must’ve been getting quite the view, seeing my cock disappear into another woman. Lenka felt great.

I couldn’t hold out any longer. I let go of my wires arse and reached down and put my hands around Lenka’s toned butt and pulled her harder into me as I shot my load deep inside her. I slowed my rhythm and relaxed catch my breath. “Was that good Baby?” Sarah asked. “So good, best wedding present ever Darlin” was all I could muster as I started flicking her clit with my tongue bringing her to climax, she came hard and I could feel her sweet nectar run down my cheek and past my ears. I lapped it up, She tasted so sweet. She lifted her leg and rolled off me, coming to rest on the bed next to me. I looked at her lovingly, taking one hand off Lenka ass and placing it on my Sarah’s thigh, running it up to her moist hole giving her clit a quick tickle which made her jump, she was always quite sensitive after she came, she flinched and brushed my hand away and we laughed, I cast my gaze over Lenka who was still rocking on my cock as it softened. we looked in each others eyes and she smiled. I lowered my yes and had another gawk at her massive tits. As my stare dropped lower, I froze. There sitting between Lenka’s thighs was this 8 inch cock. My mouth dropped. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. It was a little longer than mine but almost half as thick. What the fuck just happened. It dawned on me that I’d just fucked a bloke. My cock was still inside him. A rush of panic hit me which Sarah must’ve seen “Its OK baby, Its alright, calm down, look at me.” I looked at my wife lying next to me naked. She sat up and ran her hand up my chest, “Didn’t you enjoy that?” She asked. “Well… yeah… but I didn’t know… She has a… He’s a… What the fuck??” I said with a slightly raised voice. “Ive been a woman for the last 10 years now, I just still have a cock” Lenka chimed in “I’m quite attached to it as I’m sure you can empathise with” She joked, I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. Lenka started stroking her cock, I was still feeling uneasy when my bride turned her body and I watched her take 8 inches of ladyboy cock between her lips and glide her tongue over its length. Lenka grabbed a fistful of my wifes hair as she sent her seed blasting down my brides throat.

Lenka climbed off me and my semi-flaccid cock sucked from her asshole and slapped back onto my belly and lay down on the other see of me as Sarah ran the back of her hand across her mouth, wiping away the remnants of our new friend. She leant into me and kissed me. I was conflicted to say the least. Tasting someone else’s semen in my wifes mouth was something new. I never considered myself bisexual, I still don’t. There was no denying Lenka was an incredibly attractive woman. “I Love You Tom” Sarah proclaimed “And I know you Love me, Otherwise I wouldn’t have done this. You get your threesome and get to fuck another woman and I get another cock, we both win” she continued with a smirk. I grinned back and I couldn’t really disagree. “It was just a bit of a shock is all Darlin” I replied. “I know, I’m sorry” she said, I just smiled at her and said “Its OK Darlin’, I just want you to be happy, enjoy yourself”

With that, Sarah climbed over me and started sucking Lenka’s cock again. I was mesmerised watching this cock grow in her mouth, she reached back over to me and started jerking me off getting the blood rushing to cock again. I turned my head and looked at Lenka with a sheepish look on my face, I apologised and she said she understood and then kissed me while my wife worked both our cocks back to being hard. I bent down and took Lenka’s closest tit in my mouth and sucked on her nipple. “Get up here” she directed Sarah, who obediently did as she was told. Sarah through a leg over Lenka and impaled herself on her cock. I looked at my wifes face and could tell her new toy was hitting a place inside her womb I couldn’t reach with my own cock. I divided my attention now Bayan Escort between both women tits, Lenka’s,, whose were firm and tight and sat up on her chest like beautiful beach balls, and Sarah’s whose hung down naturally and were soft and lucious. I had the best of both worlds, which I suppose was the case entirely with Lenka. We could enjoy her as a couple. And it was a real turn on seeing someone else fuck my wife.

“Fuck my Ass” Sarah commanded. I needed no encouragement. I whipped around behind her and watched intently for a few seconds as Lenka’s shaft slid in and out of my wifes pussy, I spat on my hand and rubbed it into her anus, lined my cock up and eased it into her backdoor. I could feel Lenka through the thin layer of skin separated our cocks as we both pleasured the same woman. Sarah was writhing around grinding against us. Leaning on Sarah I reached around and grabbed her left breast and let it wobble around in my palm, with the other hand I groped Lenka’s left chest cannon. It was quite the contrast feeling both women. My wife leant down and pressed her lips against the sexy Romanian shemales lips and they kissed deeply, I took this opportunity to reach down and start making little circles around Sarah’s clit and had her convulsing with delight as was filled with cock and she collapsed lifeless onto Lenka as we both kept pounding her holes like she was a piece of meat.

“Get off” Lenka barked at me. I rocked back and sat on my heels. Lenka grabbed around Sarah’s arse and without taking her cock out, flipped her onto her back and started back pounding her, I suddenly started feeling a little left out until Lenka looked back over her shoulder and said “What are you waiting for??” I din’t need to be told twice, I seemed to have gotten real comfortable with the whole situation now I dove straight in. Her arse was still well lubed from earlier and I slid right in. I fucked Lenka’s arsehole as he fucked my wires pussy. I had a perfect view of my wifes face from this angle, her eyes rolling back in her skull as the weight of two bodies pounded on top of her, Lenka bouncing back and forth between me and Sarah, she also seemed to be enjoying herself. Simultaneously, both ladies started breathing heavily and picked up the pace, my wife wrapped her arms around Lenka and gripped her tightly, they came together and all but stopped just holding one another, I kept thrusting steadily until Lenka pushed back into me, forcing me deep inside her then quickly moved herself forward and off my dick, it was a tricky little move she seemed to have perfected. She lay down to recover next to Sarah, leaving me on my knees with my dick waving in the air with her ass juice shining in the light. So I lay down on the other side of my wife and contemplated all that had happened since stepping off the dive boat earlier in the day.

Sarah’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Baby, tonights been amazing” she said, “I couldn’t agree more, I was certainly amazed” I joked “Seriously though, its been fun Darlin’, thank you.” “There’s one more thing we could try” she said cautiously. I could see where this was headed. I looked at Lenka as she looked at me with a grin and began stroking her cock. “You’ve fucked my ass tonight, aren’t you going to return the favour” she said with a devilish smirk. “Please Baby, I’d love to see that” Sarah pleaded. “I suppose I’m going to have to” I said reluctantly.

I rolled over onto my belly and Lenka grabbed my arse firmly with a hand on each buttock and parted my cheeks and began lubing my hole with her tongue and when it was suitably oozing she pulled me up onto my knees and pushed me forward so I was on all fours. My wife set up some pillows against the bed head apparently ready for the show. The tranny behind me fingered my asshole loosening me a little, preparing me as Sarah sat before us fingering herself. I rested my head on her thigh, staring at her sweet opening being worked intently as I felt the head of Lenka’s cock push up against my anus, as I said before, my wife and I have experimented with assplay and she’d fucked me with her feeldoe, so the wasn’t entirely new, but the feeling of a real cock entering my hole, the warmth, the way it was hard but had a softness to it at the same time. I was surprised at how good it felt. Lenka was quite gentle, only easing an inch or so in with each thrust and slowly going deeper and deep until her balls rested against mine. She relaxed her grip on my arse and dropped one hand and wrapped my cock in her fingers and gave me a reach around at the same rhythm as she fucked my arse. I couldn’t hide how good it felt, and lifted my eyes to meet Sarah’s. She looked happy, satisfied, content. She threw a pillow under my belly and swung herself around underneath me and replaced our lover’s hand with her mouth. It wasn’t the same as she’d sucked earlier, it was softer, more comforting. Between the cock gently pressing into my prostate and my wife milking me with her lips, I was overcome with pleasure and erupted into Sarah’s mouth, she just gulped it down with every spurt that I released. The sensation of my anus contracting on Lenka set her off as well unleashing a tidal wave of spunk inside me, it was an interesting feeling, I suppose one that both girls were used to, but it was new to me, the heat of her seed in my ass. It felt nice, adding more lube and making it even slipperier as Lenka took her final pumps.

We all collapsed in a naked heap on the bed and drifted not a deep, well deserved sleep.

We awoke the next morning and all showered together, I took the opportunity to feel Lenka’s dick in my hand. I felt it go from completely soft to rock hard, something I’d felt my own cock to but it was weird being someone else’s. Sarah just stared as I jerked off this beautiful women with a dick. I knelt down to get a better look and saw her sack tighten and a lightning bolt shoot up her cock as she shot rope after rope across my face and chest, I just laughed and stood up and washed it off. Lenka returned the favour and worked my cock til i exploded all over her tits. All the while Sarah just continued to stare and smile as she lathered herself up, paying particular attention to her nether regions.

After our shower we got dressed and headed down to the garden for breakfast. It was all just a bit of fun now, sitting with two scantily clad women at a tropical resort , enjoying one another’s company, laughing and carrying on like we were old friends who’d known each other for years. This really was paradise.

Three Can Keep a Secret if Two are….Deceptive

Bdsm

“Need some help?” Tasha asked in a purposeful voice.

I swallowed and looked up not knowing what I was going to do. Tasha was leaning with one hip against the door of her father’s truck. She looked sexy as hell. I took a long look at her.

Tasha has shoulder length, flaming red hair. It was full and framed the pale skin of her face. The red brought out the bottle green color of her eyes and the smattering of light freckles. Her face is very attractive and after her striking eyes, her full lips are it’s most pronounced feature. My eyes drifted down to her t-shirt covered chest. Tasha usually wore clothes that hid her large chest. She had a fairly small frame that made her D-cups look even bigger. I had never seen more than a little cleavage. I have checked often.

Her hips flared out a bit wider than she would have liked. I’d heard her mention her “big butt” on occasion, but it looks pretty fine, to me.. I don’t know if she is in to it or not, but I’d thought of tapping her ass on many occasions Today she had on jeans and though she wasn’t facing the right direction, I had already noted how well she filled them out.

‘Oh, fuck’ I thought. ‘What do I do now?‘ I decided to just answer the question. I felt a little flushed and it seemed to me like she asked it an hour ago.

“Sure”

It came out a little nervous and high pitched. I over compensated and then my voice sounded more like Barry White when I asked her to grab the extension cord and thermostat from inside. I expected the little giggle that I had heard so often when I amused her, but she just nodded and went to get the equipment.

I climbed up into the bed of the truck and noticed that the lid of the freezer was not completely closed. I opened it, figuring I would need to adjust the body. I was not wrong. It was entirely expected, but Julia…..I really need to stop thinking of her as a person, it was going to be hard enough to do this as it was. The body…. looked liked it had just been dumped in. I’m sure that was exactly what happened in all the haste.

I pulled the body into a sitting position, bending her legs up, and spreading them apart. The position was not respectful, but her torso needed to lie between her knees so the lid would close. I would also be able to drag her out a little easier.

“Here ya go” Tasha said

“Ahhhh!” I screamed and jumped. “Fuck!” I continued.

“Glad I’m not the only one who is a little on edge.” Tasha said “You want to go get a beer?”

I was back to “What do I do?” Tasha is very pretty and if I wasn’t with Kim I would have been all over her offer. But, even Kim’s earlier permission to fuck her best friend ,did not seem to grant me absolution.

“I cleared it with Kim” she added.

She looks so good and Kim is OK with it…. Conflicted, only begins to describe what I am feeling.

“I just need to talk” she added sensing my internal conflict “Promise.”

Maybe I AM dense. But, the thought of talking about this, with someone who was more objective than the sisters, did not sound bad at all.

“Ok” I said “Just let me get this rigged up”

I took the thermostat from Tasha and dropped the probe inside. The probe would take the inside temperature and send it to the thermostat. The freezer would be plugged into the same thermostat unit. The unit gets plugged into a wall outlet. When the temperature inside the freezer was cold enough the thermostat would cut the power. When it rose a degree above the set point the power would be restored and the freezer would begin to cool again. I’d picked this nifty little gadget up from a store that specializes in making home beer. I doubt they would have guessed what I was using it for.

I closed the lid, and plugged everything in. I used the extension cord to get power from the outside electrical outlet by the porch. I set the thermostat at 34 degrees and listened as the freezer hummed to life and began to cool. The digital readout said 54 degrees. We had kept the freezer running until we loaded it up an 1 ½ hours ago. I watched it for a few moments and the temp reading changed to 53 degrees. I double checked the set point. Satisfied, I climbed down.

I looked around. Luckily my neighbor who shared this boundary with my rented house had moved away and his house was vacant. With the truck backed in and shield by a tree in the back yard, the freezer could not be seen. It could be heard, but only if you were close. I was still hesitant to leave.

“I’ll go tell Kim to keep an eye on the thermometer. She can call if there is a problem” Tasha said sensing my anxiety, but not the exact reason why.

“OK” I said reluctantly. But I really did want to get away and talk.

Tasha was out in about two minutes. I imagine they talked about more than just my gerry-rigged thermostat. We both headed towards the street where my car was parked.

“Where to? I asked.

“How about Rookies?” Tasha offered.

“That works.” I said as we climbed in. Rookies was a good choice. On a Thursday night, with the Rockies playing it would be just busy enough to keep the wait staff busy, but not so loud that we would have to yell to be heard. We did not want to worry about who else might be listening.

“Are you alright?” I asked her for what seem like the hundredth time as I pulled away from the curb.

Tasha answered with a shrug and then began.

“This is all moving so fast. You guys have had time to digest all of this.”

“Not much.” I said a little defensively. “I only agreed to this on Sunday. That’s about 48 hours more than you.”

“How OK are you with all of this?” Tasha asked.

I was silent as I mulled that over. Tasha was right. This whole thing was moving fast. Sunday the Russian attacked Kim and Rachel and four days later I have a dead body in the back of Tasha’s truck. Our plan has us burning that body day after tomorrow. Fast. Very fast. All of my brain power has been focused on making the plan work.

“You saw Kim’s house. I saw Kim and Rachel tied up, and Kim’s breast cut. I think these people are serious.” I finally answered

“I know. But, isn’t this a job for the police? Tasha asked

“Maybe.” I began “Kim and Rachel think that the police can’t do anything until Rachel is hurt or killed.”

“Rachel and Kim think?” she said with a hint of incredulity “What does Ron think?”

I was turning into Rookies’ parking lot as I pondered that question.

“I agree with them, or I wouldn’t be doing this.” I said with an air of confidence that I didn’t feel.

Tasha seemed to sense my false bravado and continued pressing.

“Doesn’t this all seem a little “Hollywood”?’

“Yeah. It does. But, how do you explain everything that happened?’

Tasha did not answer my question. We got out of my car and went inside. We sat ourselves. I got a Blue Moon, the Big League size, and Tasha ordered a Mike’s Hard Lemonade. The drinks were there before Tasha got back from her trip to the bathroom.

“Is that any good?” I asked, chin cocking at her drink.

She passed it over to me and I took a pull.

“Not bad. I could get used to that” I said feeling a little better.

“Ron, I can’t explain what is going on. Somebody did all of the things that we saw. There is no doubt. Kim is my best friend and if she needs help, I’m going to help. But, something feels wrong to me.” Tasha said as she took a double gulp of her Mike’s.

“How so?” I asked

“Well, for one thing, here I am with you.”

I just looked at her waiting for her to explain.

“Kim likes you. Probably loves you. It is hard to tell with that girl” she editorialized “So, why did she push us together tonight?’

“Push?” I said, still confused.

“I told Kim I wanted to talk about all of this. After handling that dead body…..” she paused for a shiver.

“After doing that, this all started to seem wrong. When I mentioned talking, Kim said that I should talk to you.” Tasha said uncomfortably.

“I don’t mean to sound like she was blowing me off. Kim knows that I think you are cute.”

She looked down at her bottle as she said this and I think she blushed. I squirmed in my chair as she continued.

“We’ve played games with guys in the past; her going with my boyfriend, me with hers, just to see what happened. You know, see what they would say or do. Would they bad mouth Kim? Would they claim they weren’t ‘with’ Kim, so they could try to sleep with me? That kind of thing.”

“That sounds a little manipulative” I said, finally finding my tongue.

“I know. It was high school drama crap. But, Kim and I never seemed to be with a guy that we loved. You know high school, if you aren’t with a guy, people think something is wrong with you. So, it never felt entirely wrong to play these games, but it never seemed right either. It’s the same uneasy feeling I’m getting now. Like I said, like we were pushed together.”

“I told Kim that you told me ‘I was going to owe you, big time.’ I’m thinking she if just really grateful that you are helping”

I said omitting the part where Kim gave me permission to fuck her hot best friend.

“Maybe. Kim has always had different ideas about sex and relationships.”

“Tell me about it” I said catching the waitress’ eye. “Another round?”

Tasha nodded. Our waitress came back and I ordered two Mike’s

“So you’re thinking that Kim is so grateful that I am helping out, that she is ‘giving’ you to me?” Tasha said skeptically and then she smiled. “How do you feel about that; being pimped out?”

“Pimped Out?” I said a bit startled “I guess I didn’t think of it that way. But, there are worse things that being put out to stud.”

I finished with a self-satisfied tone.

“Pig” Tasha said with a big grin and shaking her head.

“What if I told you that Kim gave me permission to have sex with you?” I offered

“Did she?” Tasha asked squinting at me, trying to get a read on my honesty.

“What if she did?” I held firm, but then realizing I didn’t want to know her answer. I was putting myself in a no win. Either she is interested and I am being unfaithful or she isn’t and my ego gets bruised.

“Well, let me put it this way. Back in high school when we would play our games with the other’s boyfriend, we always had permission to get them hot and bothered, and then walk away. Nothing more than kissing and light petting. Later, they’d get a text message breakup about an hour later”

“Wow. Dangerous game. You two are lucky you didn’t get raped.” I said and then continued “So you don’t think she would give her blessing? If, that is so, why are we here and what about Rachel’s comment about you not hurting me?”

“Rachel was just being a bitch. Even a death threat won’t fix that.”

“What if I told you, Rachel, Kim and I are having sex, together and separately?’

“Are you?” she asked without the skeptical tone, and then seeing the look on my face continued.

“I guess they really are grateful for your help” Tasha said flatly.

I wasn’t sure if I had touched a nerve or what. I was about to ask when she continued.

“How is that working out for you?” Tasha asked, with what I thought might have been a tone of jealousy. There was definitely some sort of hard emotion tainting her words.

“I imagine Kim mentioned my sex life with Rachel?” I said definitely feeling the liberating effects of the alcohol, and checking for a nod from Tasha. I got it and went on.

“Well, let’s just say Rachel has been much more accommodating.” I said both avoiding being graphic and with a tad of smugness in my tone.

“Yeah, right. I’ve been friends with Kim since before you met Rachel. Rachel’s a ball breaker and if I didn’t know better, I’d swear she hated me. I know that if she is being “accommodating”, someone has a gun to her head.”

“I haven’t seen a gun, but what I have seen has amazed me.” I added.

With that Tasha went silent for a few pulls on her drink. She offered to buy the next one and I agreed.

I changed the subject and started talking about tomorrow.

“Are you sure we can pull this off tomorrow?” I asked

“Yeah. You know I’m studying to be a dental hygienist, right?”

I nodded. Kim had told me that before. We had all known that Tasha’s mom was the receptionist at Rachel’s dentist.

“Well, I used the equipment at Dr. Rosencrantz’s office to practice. It’s really simple to operate. Mom mentioned my career plans and Dr. Rosencrantz offered to let me get some hands on training there. He even checked me out on the equipment himself”

Then she was silent thinking.

“Actually” Tasha said with a Mike’s fueled giggled “He was doing quite a bit of “checking out” himself. He spent most of his time talking to my chest. He’s old enough to be my Dad, but he’s not terrible looking”

“Is Tasha getting hard up? Are you starting to troll the old folk’s home for dates” I said baiting her.

“Ewwwww. That’s gross.” She said, but she was smiling.

I changed to a serious tone.

“Tasha?” I began. “I need to ask another favor from you?”

“No, we aren’t having sex” she said smirking at me.

“I’m serious.” I tried to continue

“Me, too. No sex. I don’t think I could do that to Kim, permission or not” she said more serious than not.

“It’s not about sex. Well, it sort of is, in a non-physical way” I answered

“Non physical sex? That sounds like no fun at all” she said, not helping me at all.

“Tasha!” I interjected and then continued “I need your help tomorrow morning at the crematorium”

“Ewwwww. I don’t want to do anything more with dead bodies. Tomorrow night is enough”

“No. No, bodies. Well, no dead ones, anyway. I need to get two release forms signed at the crematorium tomorrow. But, I only have one body. The other is in your truck right now.”

I paused looking for a reaction. Tasha looked at least willing to hear me out.

“Jacob, the guy at the crematorium, has a thing for red-heads” I said glancing at her again. She was looking a bit leery.

“His work area has several pin-ups, all red-heads. And, one time, there was some sort of lawyer that came in while I was there, a plain looking red-head, and he wouldn’t shut up about how hot he thought she was.”

“And you want me to, what, fuck him?!” she asked obviously pissed off.

“No! No! Hell, no! I’d never ask you to do that!” I said honestly. Escort “But, I was hoping that you might go with me, with maybe a low cut top, and tight pants, and maybe act like you thought he was, I don’t know, interesting?”

I said that last part, blushing, and very uncomfortable. I didn’t have any trouble telling Rachel she had to blow Dr. Syygo, but I respected Tasha.

“And you figure he’ll be so dazzled by my red hair and boobs, that he’ll sign anything?”

“Pretty much. This using sex as a distraction thing is working so far. I figure, why not? But, if you are uncomfortable with it, I’ll think of something else”

“I’ll do it.” She said giving in. “But, you are really, really, going to owe me.”

“Big Time times two” I agreed

“You can start with another Mike’s” she finished.

That round ended up being our last. We chatted about subjects not dealing with dead bodies as we finished our drinks. I was finding that I really liked talking with Tasha. She was smart and witty. We seemed to have a lot of the same beliefs and values. She had me in tears with one joke and beer coming out my nose with another. But, after our fourth drink, we decided to call it a night.

As we drove to her place we made plans for the morning. I would pick her up, in the hearse, no less. She would pretend to be my cousin from out of town. I pulled in to the parking lot of her apartment building and parked. Tasha got out, walked over to my side, leaned in, and gave me a long wet kiss, which I returned.

“Peachy.” She said with a mischievous grin.

I just shook my head as I pulled out and headed home.

Tasha’s kiss was on my mind. She really was cute. I was hoping that Kim had waited up for me. Although I wasn’t exactly sure what I would tell her. Tasha and I had done little more than talk. I wondered what Kim’s reaction would be to that. Hopefully, she would want to reward me for my fidelity and she would do something about the hard on I was sporting.

I got home and checked the thermostat. It was reading 35 degrees and the freezer was running. Perfect. I thought. Now to see if Kim was still up. I checked my watch. It was 11:30. I had a shot. When I walked in the door it was Rachel who greeted me from her seat at the kitchen table.

“It’s about time!” she said immediately deflating my good mood. “Kim made me wait up for you. She said I had to keep an eye on the temperature thingy until you got home.”

“Yeah, because YOUR life depends on it” I replied, feeling my anger rise.

“Whatever.”

She said dismissedly and got up from the table. This was her way of conceding the point without agreeing with me. That was not my favorite part of her personality. Then not willing to leave well enough alone Rachel asked, in that patent-pending ball-busting tone, that I had listened to and hated for five years;

“So, did you fuck that little red-headed slut?”

That did it.

“You fucking bitch! How dare you! Tasha is risking jail to help you out, and you can sit there and sneer at her? Insult her? Like you’re so much better than she is?”

Rachel was silent, which was the second smartest thing she could have done. Number one would have been to apologize. But, Rachel doesn’t apologize. Well, she might not apologize, but I can guarantee she was going to be sorry.

“Get out of those fucking pajamas.” I ordered

Rachel was ready for bed. She had on a thin summer top, no bra, and a pair of PJ shorts.

“Wh…what are you going to do? She said, with a tremor and a little fear creeping into her words.

“You’re getting that ass of yours spanked and then fucked. Strip! Before I get really pissed.”

“Puh…please. I’m sorry. Please don’t do that to me.” Rachel said looking like she was going to cry.

I took two steps towards her, grabbed the front of her top and ripped it down. Rachel jumped as the top tore from the collar down passed her luscious C-cups.

Rachel is drop dead gorgeous. We were married for five years and I never got tired of looking at her body. She has that classic hour-glass figure, with a narrow waist, and an angelic face. Her now exposed breast pouted up gently as she tried to keep herself covered. I finished ripping her PJ top down and yanked it off. Rachel covered herself as she started to blubber.

“D..don’t hurt me, pl..pl..please. I’m sorry. I d..didn’t mean it”

“Now get out of those shorts or I’ll do it for you.”

I said my anger starting to be replaced my arousal as I felt my cock starting to strain against my jeans. Rachel sniffed and gently sobbed as she stepped out of her panties and shorts. Then she just stood their naked, covering her breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other.

“Hands behind your head.” I snapped.

Rachel did as she was told and I got a clear view of her body. Rachel did not spend much time in the sun, so she was not tan. But, you could still make out her tan lines, advertising that she swam in a modest bikini. The milky white bikini outline on her breasts added to the allure of the situation. I watched as the red/pink of her nipple rose and fell with her chest.

I grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it roughly, feeling it’s weight and how ripe it was.
I let the firm melon slip though my fingers until her areola was on my thumb. I worried her little nub with my thumb, trying to get it to contract. Then in a quick motion, I pinched and twisted her nipple.

“Owwwwww!” Rachel cried out.

“Ah.ah.ah. You must not wake Kim. If Kim wakes up I’ll be most unhappy with you.” I said with an idea popping into my head.

“You’ve got a serious spanking coming and then I’m going to fuck that incredibly shapely and tight ass of yours. I’m going to enjoy it immensely. Now you are free to make all the noise you want, but if you wake Kim up, I’m pulling my cock out of your ass, and sticking in that big mouth of yours, and we will just finish up there. How’s that sound?’

“No! Please. Don’t make me do that! That’s gross! Please!”

“Lean on the counter!”

I ordered, motioning her towards the sink. Rachel took the few steps over and put her hands on the counter.

“Take two steps back!” I snapped

She did, but took her hands off the counter.

“Keep your hands on the counter.” I commanded.

When Rachel did as I ordered she had to bend at the waist.

“Move you legs farther apart” I continued in a stern voice.

“Please, don’t. I’ll be good. I promise.” Rachel said as she displayed her most private areas to me.

I basked in her vulnerability and completely enjoyed the view she was giving me. Her legs were now over shoulder width apart. Rachel has always had great legs, toned, and shapely. They aren’t very tan, like I said before. But, they weren’t white either. They had just enough color to give you the impression that while she didn’t display them often. Every now and then she let the world gaze upon her. I guess we were supposed to feel privileged.

My eyes followed them up as the inverted V they formed narrowed, coming to an abrupt stop at her pussy. The pink lips were closed, but her whole labium was puffy and swollen. I thought I knew why. I put my hand between her legs and rubbed her clit and slipped a finger inside. I was right, she was wet.

“I think you tight little pussy wants you to get a spanking, Rachel” I said with a smirk in my voice.

“No! Please, it,…. I mean I, don’t” Please don’t”

“Hush” I said “You would hate to wake Kim.” I reminded. She was silent as I continued to rub her pussy, and watching her squirm with embarrassment and arousal.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm” she moaned softly.

Slap! The sound of my right hand impacting with Rachel’s ass interrupted the quiet of the room and startled Rachel.

“Ow! she yelped

“Is that Kim I hear coming?” I asked sarcastically.

“Please. That hurts.”

Slap!

Rachel only grunted and squirmed as a matching red hand appeared on the other side of her shapely white ass.

“Get up on you toes. If your heels touch the ground before I tell you, I’ll go upstairs and get the brush.”

Rachel tip toed, turning her calves into round balls, and adding a fullness to her ass, that had my cock hard enough to carve stone.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

I gave Rachel’s closest ass cheek three quick swats.

“Ow.” Rachel said much more quietly than before. “How many are you going to give me?”

Slap! Slap! Slap!

I evened up the red on her bottom and then paused to answer question as I rubbed her cunt.

“Oh, I don’t know. Until my arm is too tired to spank you or until you beg me to fuck your tight ass.”

“Noooo! Please don’t do that! It hurts so much!”

“And maybe you’ll remember the pain before you open that big mouth of yours to insult someone risking jail to help you”

That thought brought my Anger to the forefront, nudging out Arousal for the moment in the battle of emotions. The next swats were much harder.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

“Owww! Ow! Pleassse!”

Rachel’s ass was turning a mild sunburn red, that while showing progress was not satisfying. I got an idea. I opened the drawer to Rachel’s left and took out a plastic spatula. Rachel saw this and started to blubber.

“N.n.nnoo! P.pplease!

Thack!

The sound was pleasing and even on her reddening ass I could see the outline off the spatula, including the holes for drainage. Rachel was not as happy and she jumped on the impact and had to stifle a cry of pain.

“Umm! No more! Please!”

Thack! Thack! Thack!

Rachel’s body jumped with each blow and her perfect breasts jiggled and swayed with her efforts to dance away the pain on her ass.

“All you have to do is beg me to fuck you up your ass, and I’ll stop!”

“No. Please don’t do that. It hurts. You already got to do that to me once. Please. I’ll do anything else you want.”

THACK! THACK! THACK! THACK!

I delivered this swats of my now favorite kitchen implement harder than the previous ones and Rachel jumped and nearly screamed. But, the thought of having my slimy cock put into her mouth straight from her soon to be reamed ass was still weighing on her mind.

“Aye! Please stop! Please”

THACK!

What.

THACK!

Are.

THACK!

You.

THACK!

Suppose.

THACK!

To.

THACK!

Say!

Each word was punctuated by a heavy blow to her now angry red bottom. Rachel was dancing and squirming trying to avoid each new swat. But, to her credit she kept her position. I paused for a second to give her a chance to speak.

“My legs are cramping. Can I stop tip-toeing?”

“No. The pain will do you good.”

“Please. It hurts.” she whimpered.

I’m just an old softy.

“What do I get?” I asked.

Rachel was not sure what I was asking. She knew I wanted her to offer up something sexual. But, she wasn’t sure if she had to beg for an ass fucking, or if something else would earn her a short break. She took a chance.

“You could do me while I’m all bent over like this?” she offered quickly

Thack!

“Is that the best you can do?” I answered, but thinking that filling her pussy right now did sound like fun.

“Ow! Uh. Um.” She stammered, debating with herself. “I’ll give you some head first, too!”

Rachel hated to have a cock in her mouth. Blowjobs were rare when we were married. They were reserved for times when she wanted me to buy her something expensive.

“Ok”

I answered a little too quickly. That realization triggered a red flag. Could she be thinking about getting me so worked up that I blow in her tight little cunt, instead of that vice-grip ass she was still displaying for me? Maybe.

“On you knees” I ordered

Rachel complied and waited for me to undo my pants.

“You want to suck my dick so bad, you go get it.” I told her in a tone with no humor.

Rachel’s hands were shaking as she undid the waist button and unzipped my fly. She eased my jeans down and with them my underwear as well. As soon as my cock sprang free, she took it in her hand and guided me to her mouth.

The wet, warm feeling as her tongue went under my cock and her mouth closed on my organ was intoxicating. Anger had given up it’s lead many moments ago and was now in fourth place, trailing Arousal, Lust, and Power.

Rachel began to bob back and forth, in a moderately quick fashion. I was quickly ramping up to an explosion. The evening with Tasha had my libido wide awake, the alcohol had fueled the fire, and spanking Rachel, my bitchy ex-wife, had my cock to point of acting like a fire hose. The thought of Rachel trying to get out of her ass fucking brought me down to earth and I grabbed the hair on the back of her head, stopping her cold.

“Go slow.” I ordered “I’m cumming in your ass. If I cum anywhere, but your ass, I’m taking you outside and beating your ass, while you look at the dead body we have in the freezer. You need to learn some manners and a lesson on what you are putting people through. Got it?”

Power was definitely leading the pack right now.

Rachel nodded her head, with my cock still half in her mouth, and her eyes staring to well up. Rachel began again, this time slow and deliberately. God, did that feel good. Rachel milked my cock each time she pulled back and then took me to the back of her throat each time she took me in. But, it was also frustrating to stop with a couple of inches of my dick not in her mouth.

“Take it all” I told her as I pushed my cock in.

I felt her fight my push, but knowing she had to give in. When my cock hit tonsils, she shifted her head to a new angle and pushed herself on me. My cock slipped down her throat stopping only when her nose was buried in my pubic hair.

“Ohhhhhhh” I breathed out, and I put both hands on the back of her head and pulled her into me, as I pushed forward. I pumped her throat lightly. Her throat wrapped around the head of my cock, but I needed to go deeper. I needed that tight feeling around my whole organ. I pulled completely out in one motion.

“Get up and bend the fuck over” I said urgently.

Rachel did as she was told and her still red ass was offering itself to me in less time than it took to read this. I guided my cock to her pussy, swiped it up to find the tunnel and rammed myself in to the hilt in one motion.

A Escort Bayan chill ran up my spine as Rachel jumped with the sudden intrusion. I pulled back and then started to quickly pump in and out of Rachel, feeling the tight, wet, warmth of her pussy take me and start to draw the orgasm out of me.

I was pulling Rachel’s hips into me as my pace quicken, and Power started to gain on Lust, ordering me to drive my cock to her soul. The sound of our hips meeting made a liquid slapping sound, that reminded my of Rachel’s spanking. I slowed down and asked.

“Are you ready to go outside to finish you spanking?” I grunted out “I’m almost ready to cum.”

“No! Please!” She cried out.

Panic had crept into her voice. I knew she was worried about being outside, naked. She was worried someone might see. She was worried about the pain I would inflict, but she was most concerned about having to look at her doppelganger as I flogged her ass. She had not liked touching the corpse earlier this evening.

“You can do me in my butt” she blurted out, fully expecting these magic words to cause me to stop pounding her cunt like a jackhammer. I kept going.

“Oh, God. Rachel. I’m getting so close. You have to BEG me to fuck your ass”

She hesitated; to her this was the ultimate in degradation. But, was it less so than what she would get outside?

“Please, I want you to fuck my butt.” She said flatly, but urgently, as my pace had quickened signally I was getting close.

“You don’t sound like you want it to me” I managed to get out while trying to slow down.

“I do! I do! Please fuck my butt.” Rachel said much more urgently.

“Your what?” I asked

“My ass! Please! I want your cock up my tight ass!” Rachel nearly screamed.

Lust had taken the lead, and Arousal and Anger were in the distance fighting for third.

I pulled completely out of Rachel’s cunt, maybe a second, two at the most, from blowing a hole through her with my orgasm. I could feel my cock pulse and jump. Even with Rachel’s wet cunt not milking the ejaculation out of me, I was in danger of it finding it’s own way out. That would be so disappointing. But, perhaps knowing more was coming, my cock stopped it throbbing and my pulse came down from the stratosphere. I took a couple of calming breathes.

I put my thumb in Rachel’s wet cunt to get some lubrication, pulled it out and then pressed on her little rosebud. Rachel jumped.

“Hold still and relax. You begged to be fucked in your butt and it’s coming.”

I wormed my thumb into Rachel’s tight bung hole, marveling that I was about to fill it with my own cock. I was thinking about running upstairs to get the AstroGlide and an applicator when inspiration struck.

While, still thumb fucking Rachel’s ass I opened the lowest drawer and pulled out a small turkey baster. I have never basted a turkey in my life, and I doubt this instrument was ever going to be used for that purpose. But it’s long tube will hold a lot of oil and it’s narrow tip would fit nicely in Rachel’s ass. Rachel saw me pull that out and I saw her eyes go wide.

“Are you going to put that in me?!” she said with no small degree of shock.

“You’d rather I fuck your ass, dry?” I shot back.

Rachel was silent as I pulled my thumb out, and got the vegetable oil out of cupboard above her head.

“You’re going to gum me up.” she complained.

“Dry it is” I said and pressed my still violently hard cock in the general area of her forbidden entrance.

“No! No! Use the oil, please!”

I was filling the tube as she complained. I lubed up the whole contraption with additional oil and checked that there were no rough edges. Then I eased the tip into Rachel’s ass. I saw her tighten up, so I swatted her still very red butt cheek with me free hand.

“Goddammit! Will you relax!”

Rachel made an effort to do as I asked and I worked the tapered end into her tight hole.

“This is gross” Rachel complained.

I pushed the baster in past the tapered tip and to the wide tube part. As I did this I landed a very loud swat to Rachel’s ass.

SWAT!!

“Ow!!” she cried out

“Hush!” I ordered as I pushed the tube in farther, opening Rachel’s rosebud even wider.

“Ow. Ow. Ow.” She complained “Go easy that hurts!”

I answered by pushing it in another inch farther and squeezing the bulb at the end. I saw a look of disgust appear on Rachel’s face, which changed to pain as I pushed the tube farther inside.

“No more, please!” That’s far enough, OK?”

It was only another two inches until it was all the way in and I couldn’t help myself. I steadily pushed the tube until only the rubber bulb was visible. Seven inches of clear plastic was in Rachel’s ass. I squeezed the bulb again, and then eased it back out.

More than a little of the oil came with it. I quickly took off my cloths. I was amazed that the thought of getting oil on them caused me to pause. But, I was naked before Rachel could complain again. I smeared some of the leaking oil onto my cock and guided my rod to Rachel’s nearly virginal hole. My head touched it and she jumped.

“Pleasssee” she tried begging one more time.

I pretended to misunderstand.

“Sure, Rachel” I said as I pushed..hard.

“Owwwwww! No! Stop!” she said much louder than anytime so far.

I felt the shiver return as the head of my cock popped in past her outer ring and then was squeezed to a stop. Oh, was she tight.

“How is my oily dick going to taste, Rachel?” I managed to get out as Lust took the lead, and began to insist that I ram my cock home.

I felt Rachel relax and I pushed in. Her tight ass gave ground grudgingly.

“Ow. Ow. Go slow! Please, go slow!”

I was going as slow as I could. Rachel’s ass was squeezing my cock so tight I wasn’t sure I could get anything to come out when I came. I bottomed out and I felt by balls slap lightly against Rachel’s ignored pussy.

“Rub you cunt.” I commanded. When she didn’t reach between her legs instantly, I gave a quick thrust of my hips to add a little punctuation when I told her again.

“Rachel, rub you cunt!”

This time she did, and I could see by her arm movements that she was going full bore. I savored having Rachel doing these things she hated. In five years of marriage, not once had I taken her ass. I had lusted for it, begged for it, promised anything for it. And now for the second time in less than a week, it was mine.

I pulled most of the way out and drove in hard.

“Owwwww! Please not so hard! It really hurts!’

“Rub you pussy harder” I offered and I was not going to be gentle.

Rachel had loosed up a bit, as I started to pump her ass. Maybe she was relaxing or maybe her ass was finally stretching out, but regardless it made my job easier. I pumped faster.

“Oh! Yes!” I exclaimed “Do you like this, Rachel? Do you like my cock up your ass?”

“N..no! It hurts!” she said through clenched teeth.

“Well, I like it a lot!” I said as I thrust a little hard to add emphasis.

“Ow. Please, hurry! It hurts!” she said sounding like tears were coming.

I didn’t care; I was just two steps from heaven on a downhill slope. I pulled Rachel into me using her hips as my handle and our bodies made a very satisfying, smacking sound as they met.

“Umm! Umm! Umm! Ow! Please! Ow! continued Rachel just trying to survive the reaming her little starfish was taking.

“You me want to finish in your mouth?” I asked, not really wanting to stop, but figuring I would push a button.

“Noooo!” she wailed “Please just hurry! My butt is on fire!”

“Tell me you love it up your ass.” I ordered “And make me believe it”

“Owww! I can’t!” she cried.

I fucked harder, increasing her pain.

“Oh, Ron! Oh, Ron!” she stammered out through gritted teeth “I love it up the ass!”

She didn’t really sound convincing, but I was way to close to coming to care too much. I let go with one hand, reach around and found one of Rachel’s perfect tits and mauled it. I found the nipple, and just as I felt my balls contract and let fly with my seed, I gave the nub a violet twist.

“Owwwwwww!” Rachel screamed, into her hand, muffling the worst of it. I still thought Kim would be coming shortly, which was my plan.

But the pain had caused Rachel to tense every muscle in her body, just as I gave my final deep thrust to empty my balls into her ass. I erupted gunfire into Rachel’s body as one, two and three shots fired into her bowel. I released her tit, grabbed both hips and pulled Rachel violently into me, desperate to cum as deeply into her as I could.

Black spots appeared in my vision and I felt lightheaded. Lights flashed behind my eyes and I was wondering where all the air was. I could feel my heart pounding, but everything else seemed to have stopped. Then, as quick as it had begun, my climax retreated and I took in a deep breath.

Rachel was sobbing quietly. I did feel a little sorry for her, now that Anger, Lust, Arousal, and Power had all been satiated. But, I reminded myself what had set this off.

“Now, tell me what you think of Tasha.”

“sniff..sniff…Tasha is a great person for helping me and if you guys had sex it was because she is a giving person.”

“Much better” I complimented, genuinely surprised at how easy those words came for her.

I let my cock ease out of Rachel’s ass, and I noticed the unappetizing mixture of oil, semen, and maybe a little fecal matter that drained out behind me. If there was any blood, I couldn’t see it.

I stooped down and got Rachel’s ruined PJ top, and wiped my cock with it. Rachel stayed bent over, perhaps waiting for permission. I stepped beside her, turned on the faucet and got the water warm. I wet the cloth and the proceeded to clean up my ex-wife.

“How’s you little butt hole?” I asked with a mixture of concern and self-satisfaction.

“It hurts” she whined, but then thought better of her answer. “But, it’s not too bad, now that it’s over.”

“Good. Remember the pain and feeling the next time you think of insulting Tasha”

I picked up my clothes and walked out of the kitchen and headed up the stairs.

I tossed my clothes into the hamper as I walked into my room and saw my Kim, naked and sleeping on her side. She was covered with a sheet to her waist. Rachel’s body had taken the lust out of my body, but I still coveted the feel of Kim’s firm body against mine. I was surprised at how well I slept when I spooned her. My right hand would naturally find her right breast and my cock would nuzzle between her ass cheeks, like a rabbit in it’s burrow. For some reason, this would put me to sleep in moments. The fact that we had usually fucked like porn stars right before might have something to do with it.

I was as quiet as I could be getting into bed. I wasn’t worried about Kim being angry with me for what I had just done to her sister. I was sure she would be fine with it. She might have wanted to get in on the fun, but she wouldn’t begrudge me teaching her sister a lesson. No, she just looked so angelic I didn’t want to wake her.

But, I failed. She stirred awake as I got into bed and assumed my customary position. She covered my hand with hers as I cupped her breast and then asked sleepily.

“Was Tasha a good girl?”

I wasn’t sure if I should explain everything. It just felt wrong to tell Kim I had not fucked her best friend. That thought sounded wrong and it gave me pause. This was so confusing. So I took the coward’s way out.

“Tasha was great.” I said quietly. Kim could infer whatever she wanted.

“That’s nice.” Kim said as she nuzzled her bottom against me, seeking my warmth, and then drifting back to sleep.

‘That was a little odd’ I thought to myself. I thought she would want details or something. But, it was like she had asked if my softball game had gone all right. I did not sleep as well as I normally did.

I awoke the next morning a little tired. I got ready and kissed Kim good-bye. She was awake with me, and offered to go with me for whatever moral support or distraction she could offer. But, I thought bringing two girls would be too much. One, I could say, was my out of town cousin and she was hanging with me for the morning. But, if there were two girls flirting with Jacob, maybe he gets suspicious.

Anyway, this was going to be an interesting morning. I needed to get to the morgue early and get the Jane Doe loaded up. I have to be there early, because if Julius, the morgue attendant is there he will want to go. It’s a sort of an unenforced policy that two guys go when you take a body to the crematorium. I’m not sure why. Maybe they are worried about workman’s comp claims, even though one person can handle the gurney just fine. Maybe they are concerned about zombies, but as we are issued no weapons, manuals on voodoo, or even rock salt, I’m thinking that isn’t it. We joke about zombies a lot and Julius is fun to be around, but he would definitely be a problem today if he came.

After I got the dead wagon loaded I would swing by and pick up Tasha. I was more than a little curious to see how she would dress for our rendezvous with Jacob. I had no doubt it would be impressive and distracting. I was just wondering how distracting it would be.

After this my plan is in Fate’s hands. Well, I suppose it would be more accurate to say the plan was deposited equally in Tasha’s top and Jacob’s pants. I know what I want to happen, but I don’t know how or if it will come off.

I got to the morgue at 6:30, a full hour and a half before normal. I prayed that Julius was not also in early. I needed to pretend like I wanted him to go with me, so I had the pretend excuse of ignoring Dr. Syygo’s two man policy, because Julius was just not available. Maybe the stars had lined up, because Savannah, Dr Syygo’s ubiquitous secretary told me that Dr. Syygo had given Julius the day off. If I’d have known that I would have slept in. I called Tasha and let her know I would not be there to pick her up until 8:30ish. There was no point in rushing out at this early hour if I didn’t have to. It would only look suspicious later.

The morning went so smooth I was absolutely petrified that something horrible was in store for me. There were no new cases to process for the morning. I had only a little routine reports and paperwork to contend with. Even Bayan Escort that could have been put off until tomorrow. Then the capper; Dr Syygo took the day off as well. The only time I have ever seen my boss take a day off, that wasn’t planned a month in advance, was when his wife was in a car accident. She was OK, but he still checked in later that afternoon.

With all of this working in my favor, I was sure that disaster was in store for me. My imagination went it to overdrive. Jacob will be on vacation and some anal-retentive, by-the-book, heterosexual female will be working in his place. Or maybe, the police will be waiting for me with Dr Syygo at the crematorium. They would be ready to pounce on me for stealing one body and trying to commit fraud with my two forms and one body gambit. Or, maybe I would run a red light, get one of those photo-tickets showing Tasha in the seat beside me. It would be interesting explaining a civilian in the dead wagon. That was a strict no-no. Or maybe I would be attacked and devoured by a zombie who was not amused by all of the jokes Julius and I had told. I didn’t know what, but something bad was certain to happen, and I was making myself crazy thinking about it.

I managed to get to Tasha’s apartment without running any red lights or attracting the attention of even a single zombie. Tasha was waiting for me and I caught a quick glance as she waved through her window. I kept an eye on her door hoping that Tasha’s outfit would distract me from the impending doom I was imagining. She did not disappoint.

As soon as she made her appearance in the doorway, I could see she was wearing a black one piece dress. The top was completely strapless and the bottom hem just kissed her mid thighs. As she walked towards me I could see that the top was like a tube top, and only Tasha’s ample breasts were providing the friction that kept it from sliding down. I thought at first she was wearing a strapless bra to provide support, but her erect nipples dispelled that thought. The rest of her outfit was a pair of high heel sandals that make Tasha’s legs look longer. She had her hair down and it hung like a mane highlighting her face, and bringing out her striking green eyes.

All thoughts of zombies had disappeared, but my pants suddenly seemed a little tight in the front.

“Will this do?”

Tasha asked as she eased in to my car. I must have been staring as the next thing I heard was Tasha’s voice, with a humorous tone.

“Earth to Ron. Earth to Ron. How do I look?”

“Jacob’s not going to know what hit him. You look fucking hot!”

Tasha beamed at me and I started the car.

I did my very best to keep my eyes on the road, but each time Tasha said something, I would glance at her and my eyes would drift down. I decided I was likely wrong and she was bigger than D cup. I had asked for distracting and I got it. Even in the short time we were in the car she had to pull her top up at least three times. I did myself no favors. I kept thinking it would take no effort at all to pull it down and see Tasha’s heavenly globes. I kept reminding myself to focus. Mercifully, it was only about 15 minutes to the crematorium.

We parked in front of the unloading area and Tasha and I went inside. The receptionist buzzed us in, and I headed for the back where Jacob should be working. I wasn’t sure if he would be working at the furnace or at his cube. I knew the way to both; this was far from my first time here. We found Jacob at his cube. He looked up when he heard us coming.

“Ron! How are you, buddy?” Jacob said, but he was not seeing me. He had eyes only for my red-haired companion.

“Who is this?” Jacob said with his eyes wide and his mouth not fully closing after the words escaped.

“This is my cousin, Tasha. She is visiting from out of town. I’ve got this body I need you to take care of and then I have the rest of the day off. I’m going to show her around town.”

I said all of this too fast and I thought I sounded like a criminal. Jacob just kept staring at Tasha. I think the only word that registered was ‘body’, and Jacob was not thinking of my corpse.

“Really? How long are you here for, Tasha? Jacob asked.

I could hear the wheels turning and the smell the smoke as Jacob was trying to come up with a plan to ask her out.

“Sign this.” I said as I handed him the clipboard with Jane Doe’s information on it. “Then I was kind of hoping you might show Tasha the works here. She’s never seen a crematorium and she thinks it’s cool.”

We had worked this lame story out in advance. It had only one chance to work, and that was only if Jacob was so smitten with Tasha he would hear only “Show Tasha”. And God bless her DD cups, Jacob starred scribbled his signature all the while staring at Tasha’s chest. Tasha and I exchanged a quick glance and knowing smile. We were half way there.

“Sure!” Jacob exclaimed as he finished his signature and handed the clipboard back to me. His eyes never left Tasha and she played along.

“That is so nice of you, Jake! Can I call you, Jake?” Tasha said with a little bounce that inched her top down a bit. Jacob, who I knew hated to be called Jake, noticed the new cleavage and said, a bit mesmerized.

“Yeah, call me Jake.”

Jacob shook his head to clear it, and then got a metal ID tag from a drawer and handed it to me. I knew he would need to record the ID number on the form for Julia. I had already pocketed the now signed Jane Doe form and Julia’s unsigned form was on the clipboard. But, he was so intent on not missing a single curve of Tasha’s body, he didn’t notice any thing I did. He was also about to delegate the task of recording the ID information. Thank God for big boobs.

“Record the number for me, OK Ron?”

The ID tag would go in the furnace with the body to make sure the right ashes got to the right family. I needed Jane Doe’s ashes to end up with Julia’s family. This ID number would see that it happened that way.

Tasha took charge and let Jacob fawn over her, offering her a drink, and pointing out every nook and cranny of the building as we made our way to the dock area. He grabbed a gurney and we made our way out to the hearse. I help him load Jane Doe on the gurney and we went back inside.

Jacob yammered the whole time, trying to impress the hell out of Tasha. Tasha did her part to look interested, but I could tell she did not like the idea of messing with another body. She asked questions and would call as much attention to her breasts as often as possible, by rearranging her top.

I was enjoying the show as much as Jacob. Tasha really did look good in that tiny dress. I was often behind them and it was hypnotizing to watch Tasha’s hips sway one way and then the other. The dress would make a light swishing sound in time with her sway. It was a little hypnotic. As I stared at her sexy ass, I was sure she had either no underwear or was wearing a thong. I stared at her well formed bottom for many moments trying to find panty lines. There weren’t any.

We got to the prep room and Jacob did his macho routine, explaining what he had to do and how if she was squeamish, she might want to leave. Tasha decided to do just that, and asked where the ladies room was. As the door closed shut Jacob almost shouted.

“Ron, you have to help me with her. I will owe you. Please, do me a solid here”

I was ready for this.

“Jacob, you’re a great guy and everything, but she’s not going out with you. She has a boyfriend back home. He’s a big, mother-fucking construction worker, and she’s in love. Checking out those tits is as close as you’ll get.”

Jacob looked like Christmas had been canceled and Santa Claus was blaming him.

“Dude, cousin or not, I’d be all over that if I thought I had a chance. But, all she talks about is Bobby. Bobby does this. Bobby is so nice. Bobby is so strong. Bobby. Bobby. Bobby. We are just going to have to enjoy looking.”

Then he brightened up.

“Do you think she would take a picture with me? Something I could put on my wall?”

I didn’t see that coming. I had noticed his pictures, but I didn’t think there were any with him and a girl.

“She might.” I said with a note of possibility in my voice “Do you want me to ask her?”

“Yeah!” he said enthusiastically. Then he paused and added “But don’t make it sound like I’m desperate or anything”

“Sure, Jacob.”

I pulled out my phone, keyed up the address book, and handed it to him.

“Key in your number” I said.

He did and handed it back to me as Tasha walked back in

“Are you boys done, yet?” she asked

“Shit!” Jacob and I said together.

“Sorry, Tasha. We have barely begun” I said

“Well, I’ll just have to cover my eyes” Tasha giggled

OK, I thought. She’s playing the interested female very well. But, I’d better get this moving before something gets fucked up.

All we really needed to do was to get Julia in the cremation casket. Jacob would want to inspect the body for scars that might indicate an implanted medical devise. Those cause a lot of damage if they explode in the heat of the furnace. I already knew there was none. There were scars, but none of them surgical, and only one large enough for a pacemaker. Dr Syygo had checked for that and found nothing. We had her in the casket and wheeled over to the oven in a few minutes.

Jacob turned his attention back to Tasha.

“Do you want to press the button?” Jacob asked Tasha’s boobs

This crematorium is a state of the art facility. Once you have the body in the casket, and the casket on the slab, you push a button and the computer takes over. A door opens, the casket is moved into the furnace and in about 2 hours the body is reduced to ash.

“Could I?!”

Tasha said breathlessly, like she was being asked to be a judge on American Idol. I was starting to worry that she was hamming it up too much.

“Sure, come over here and I’ll show you.”

Tasha did, making sure her boobs brushed against him. I thought Jacob was going to cum in his pants. He made a big production of showing her all the bells and whistles, and showing her what every dial and gauge was for. Finally he pointed to the green button, Tasha pushed it, and the casket started to roll in.

‘Finally’ I thought. It was show time. I already had my clipboard ready and I handed it to Jacob.

“Hold this, Jacob. I want to get a picture of you two.” I said.

“Snuggle in close” I added as I framed the picture on my phone.

Oh and he did. He had her in tight and was holding her waist like he would die he let go. Tasha looked uncomfortable for a fast second and then relaxed.

The electronic shutter click announced the picture was taken. I had them pose for a couple of more. Jacob was in heaven as he repositioned himself around Tasha differently for each one. I finished and then walked over to them.

“Lemme see.” Jacob said a bit anxious, handing me back my clipboard.

I was about to hand him the phone, when I glanced at the clipboard and said.

“You forgot to sign it”

This was the moment of truth. How distracted was he? I studied his face for a reaction. His eyes were on my phone, but shifted to the clipboard as I passed it back. He didn’t even hesitate. He scribbled a quick signature and handed it back. I exchanged it for my phone which already had the first picture pulled up. I ripped off his copy and set it on the ledge.

“Hey! We look pretty good.”

Jacob said as he cycled through the three shots and then handed the phone to Tasha.

“Not bad,” Tasha commented.

I caught her eye trying to will her to offer a copy of the pics to Jacob. Jacob’s eyes were back on the phone, as he was making each picture bigger. I quickly pointed at the phone and tried to mime sending a picture to Jacob. But, she just gave me the confused look. She just shook her head, exasperated, and got in close to Jacob to see the pictures. I guess I was going to have to suggest it. I was just about to when Tasha spoke.

“Ron? You should send a copy of these to Jacob. He was so nice to show me around and I don’t want him to forget me.”

Jacob almost caught me shaking my head in disbelief. I agreed, of course, and made a point of telling Tasha that I had Jacob’s number in my phone already. I whisked the pictures off. Jacob looked like he was going to explode. I thought I should take him down a notch, just in case he thought about pressing his luck and asking Tasha out. I really did not want him calling me day after day, asking about her.

“There. All done. I think we should probably not send copies to your boyfriend, though. You know how jealous Bobby gets” I said trying to communicate, with my eyes, to Tasha. She was quick on the uptake this time.

“Oh, he’s just a big teddy bear” she began “But, you’re probably right. He beat the tar out of the last guy he thought hit on me”

Jacob deflated, but he was much better a moment later, when Tasha hugged him good-bye and told him what fun it had been. I was a bit jealous as I watched Tasha’s breasts crush against him.

With that we all walked out of the door, into the office area, and towards the front door. Jacob stopped at the reception area and we said our final good-byes. Tasha and I didn’t say another word until we were in the car.

“We did it!” I shouted “You were fucking awesome!”

Tasha smiled and asked

“Now what happens?”

“Well, when Jacob is done in there, he will put the ashes in a shipping box, and send them to Julia’s parents. All the ashes look alike, so they won’t be able to tell the difference. I’ll put a fake number in the ID tag field on Jane Doe’s form. It won’t matter as there aren’t any ashes to send. The address to send the ashes to is back to the morgue. I’ll indicate on the form I received the ashes and disposed of them. That happens routinely on unclaimed bodies. Both forms will get filed in their respective folders and unless someone really starts investigating and asking questions, everything should be fine.”

“So, as far as the morgue is concerned, both bodies have already been cremated?”

“Yup. We should be in the clear with the morgue”

“So, you officially owe me Big Time times two” Tasha asked seriously.

“I do. I’m you’re slave”

“Good. Let’s go over to my place. I changed my mind. I do want to have sex with you.”

I felt my eyebrows shoot up and I nearly got whiplash as my head spun to look at her. One two-word thought burst into my mind.

“Oh, fuck.”

To be continued……

the gangbang_(0)

Anal

Well this is my first story tell me what you think all coments are welcome let me know if I’m doin good and if you want to read more this story is mostly gay sex so if you don’t like that your in the wrong place if your into it I hope it gets your rocks of

So one of my buddys and I where hanging out drinkin a few beers, talking about girls as usual. then he told me he had to go after he got a text, I told him what the fuck? What’s your rush bud? Then he told me his other buddys texted him and said there about to gangbang some bitchs. What the hell man! I told him. you want in man? he asked. Do I? fuck yea let’s do it.

When we got there we walked in and there where like 15 dudes all standing there stroking there cocks, I look over and see this young girl who had to be at least 15 years old gettig pounded on the couch, with a cock being slamed up her cunt, and one slamed down her throat!

Me and my buddy quikly undressed, and watched this young girl fuck these two guys I was instantly hard, and I began strocking my cock in amazment with the rest of the guys looking

Sudenly one of the guys next to me said I can’t take this Escort any more this is taking to long! I didn’t really pay it no mind or notice him eyeing my skinny fram up and down. And all the suddin he said fuck it! Grabed me by the arm and through me to the ground, my naked body hit the ground as he positiond himself on top of me

I started to fight back, hey what the fuck man no stop motherfucker I yelled at him. Shut up bitch you will do you damn near look female his cock started to push at my hole no please stop I couldn’t fight him he was so much stronger than me I started freaking out as a couple other guys took notice I looked up from the floor seeing some of the guys pointing at me and laughing hoping to see my friend and that he would help

Then sudenly the big cock started to push its way in my little ass hole my eyes got wide! Noooo! As it sliped past my anal ring the pain was tramendus no stop plaese no someone help fuck ahhhh! I pleaded to no avail his cock slowly started to slid in deeper and deeper as I moaned in pure pain I looked up and seen my buddy thank god I thought help please help

Hey bud I didn’t know you liked the cock he said laughing at my as the cock in my ass finaly stoped itt felt like it was in my stomach no no I don… here he said Escort Bayan gine me a little suck would ya? What? No I pleaded he grabed my head and shoved his cock in my mouth and started to fuck my mouth as the cock in my ass started to pull out his was goin in

They started pumping there big dicks in and out of my ass harder and harder deeper and deeper the pain wasn’t as bad after a while but it still hurt my so called friend was now fucking my throught causing me to gag I couldn’t belive this was hapining I tryed to beg them to stop but my mouth was full of dick and my friend just laughed

My ass felt like it was on fire I keept getting a hand loose and trying to hold his hips back to try and prevent the ass raping but to no avail he just kept pounding away like I was just a bitch fuck toy for them he was soon puuling all the way out and then slaming all the way in causing my hole body to jolt foward onto my freinds cock soon I felt my ass get filled with hot goo I knew he cape he high fived my buddy then pulled out

Finaly thank god I thought ass my bud held his cock down my throught as another took there place behined me noooo stop I gurgeled at the same moment my friend started cumming down my throught causing me to gag and choke the second cock slid Bayan Escort in a lot easier and didn’t feel nerly as bad ny friend pulled out and another guy took his place I could hear the girl moaning loudly in the background

I achualy started to injoy the feeling of having a cock inside me as he pumped in and out over and over I soon found myself throsting my ass back towrds him moning around the cock in my ass. This bich loves it said the stranger fucking the hell out of my ass I couldn’t controle it it felt amazing as his cock slamed deep into my ass pulled out and slamed back in the feeling was now incredible as I slurped on the cock in my mouth

The dude in my ass soon came deep inside me and when he pulled out he picked me up and draged me to the couch where I say the little girl getting fucked in all three holes he though me on the couch next to them and said to the croud we got a new bitch the guys cheerd and I spred my legs and one of the guys walked up with a huge hammer he got down inbetween my legs pitched them in the air and drove home I moaned so loud I couldn’t belive how into this I was getting I was moaning louder that the girl next to me

All in all I probibly got nailed by 8 guys that day my friend even got some of this ass and our friendship took a drastic change after that day I was now a cock bitch for him and we would go back to that place allot and I would fuck whoever wanted to get off whenever the wanted

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