Guys in tight bike pants, their crotches a-bulgin’
Wet, hot, slick, hard skin, and secrets divulgin’
A story ’bout Suzy-Q, oh what a scene,
These are a few of my favorite things

Guys in blue denim, their lashes a blazin’
One with his pants off, his size is amazin’!
A horse with a hard on suspended by strings *
These are a few of my favorite things

When the clap hits, when his pud drops, and I need it bad
I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don’t feel so
sad
* This line inserted in honor of Catherine the Great, and the new
Russian democracy!
After my vocal recount of MY favorite things there wasn’t much
resistance (none, maybe?) when I knelt down in front of him and
unzipped his jeans. Having waited for what seemed centuries, I
immediately began to savor the contents. As my tongue rolled around
the head of his penis, in a voice tempered with both ecstasy and
panic, he murmured,
“Jesus, Clarissa, we can’t do this here.”
Before the not to worry reassurance crossed my lips both of us
heard a shaken Herman pounding his fists on a nearby keyboard.
Putting two and two together Alex began laughing so uncontrollably
that I found it my civic duty to silence him. Retaking appendage in
mouth I began to suck it for all it was worth.
Not being slow on the uptake, Alex slid his hands into my
blouse and discovered I was not wearing a bra. In fact, since it
was a special occasion I had dispensed with all underwear. Taking
this as his cue, with a quick switch of positions we found
ourselves on his large Steelcase desk. He began by running his
tongue along the curve of my small but well formed breast, and down
my belly. Bearing right at my navel, he shortly found his tongue
wading through my short and curlies. I sucked him deeper into my
mouth as his tongue hit my clit. He had one hand twiddling my clit
between tongue laps, while his tongue was exploring my wet cunt,
darting in and out, tracing my lips all the way back where he
lightly nibbled that very sensitive area between cunt and anus, and
then he gave my hole itself a gentle brush.
The chill that shot up my spine caused me to gasp, sucking
his pumping cock deeper into my eager mouth. His tongue finally
returned to my clit. God the walls were shaking! I could have
continued with this game for a long, long time, but as if out of no
where a condom appeared. My heart, already pounding double time,
started doing little flips. My clitty, so recently being ministered
to by tongue, started pounding in anticipation of what it knew was
coming. I took the packet from him and ripped it open. Now, with
both of us sitting on the edge of that steelcase, I gently grasped
his member [I just HAD to] in one hand and unrolled the sheath with
my other. I realized that the wrapper was still in my hand. As I
reached across the desk to the trash, I felt a hand on my back, and
then another reaching around my waist to my hot pussy. I knew what
was coming, and I reached back to help guide his flesh missile into
my anxious (but not hardened) target. Help wasn’t needed however,
and before my hand found its target, his missile found mine, and
with a grunt of satisfaction he started his journey home.
With a long slow push I felt myself filling up. Then his hand
came around me and started to caress my clit. Then finger twiddle,
slow stroke out, fingers, fast push in. My clamping him tight on
each outstroke was driving us both to a frenzy. With each beat of
the penetration, the cycle of pleasure began all over again. As if
upon mutual agreement, a soft languid cry flowed from our lips and
could have been heard if anyone had been listening.
Serendipitiously, a loud wail from Herman was produced on the
opposite side of the wall.
I wish I could describe the sound of 12 Macs crashing
simultaneously, but it really isn’t very interesting.

You knock on your friend’s door, and you hear her say, as she opens the
door,” Forget something?” As she opens her door, her mouth drops, and she
stares at you. She pulls you inside, asking, “What happened? Are you ok?
Should I call a doctor? ” You tell her you are ok, you just want to sit
down.

She goes into the kitchen, and you hear her rummaging around. You start to
cry, feeling just what it was that they did to you. Sure, you enjoyed it
eventually, but it was so humiliating, to be taken like that, without
permission, to be violated in that way. Not by 1 man, but by 3.

Laura comes back with coffee for you. As she hands it to you, you almost
drop it, your hands are shaking so badly. She puts her hands around yours,
to help you hold it, and her hands are warm on yours, and reassuring. You
calm a bit. As you sit and sip the coffee, strong and black, she asks if
you want to talk about it. So you decide to let it out, between sobs. But,
the longer you go on, the more you remember how it really felt on your
body. You calm visibly, and go on, the words just flowing out of you.

You think it’s strange that Laura is squirming so much on the couch next to
you. She must be appalled at the treatment you received. But how could she
know how it felt, to be taken that way? As you tell your story, she goes
into the kitchen and comes back with a warm, wet towel. She mops your face,
trying to be careful of the bruise that is welling up on your cheek from
the slap the man gave you. She gets a piece of ice and wraps it up, and
holds it to your cheek. You are almost done with your coffee, and your
story, so you set the cup down.

You tell her you need someone close now, someone who cares. She puts her
arms around you, and holds you tight. You hug her for dear life. It’s so
good to know someone DOES care. You start crying again. When you have
finally let it out, you take your head off of her shoulder. As you lift
your head, she kisses your bruised cheek, telling you things will be ok.

She then proceeds to tell you that 2 years ago, the same thing happened to
her. Not 3 guys, but only 2, and that was 2 too many. You feel a kindred
thread reach between the two of you. She DOES understand. She says she had
no one at the time, and she’s glad to be here for you. She suggests you
take a hot shower, to get the “dirt” from you. You agree.

“Besides, you can’t go anywhere in that messed up dress anyway.” she says.

You go into the bathroom, disrobe and turn the water on. Stepping into the
hot shower, you close the door, and let the heat beat down on you. She has
a shower massage on the shower head, and you set it to “pulse”. The sore
muscles relax, and you let you mind wander. You find that you are not mad
at the men, just feel sorry for them, that they have such problems that
they have to beat up and rape women.

Your eyes jerk open as you hear the shower door open. Opening the door,
Laura has come in to see if you need anything. You had already washed their
come from inside you, and washed your hair.

“No, I’m fine, thanks.” (Why is she looking at you so hard?)

“How about your back? Can you reach that?”

“No, I can’t. My shoulder is too stiff. You could do that for me, if you
like.”

“OK,” she says. “But I’ll have to get in with you. I’ll get all wet. I was
due for a bath anyway. Shower’s just as good. This place has a LOT of hot
water.”

You agree, and she closes the door. As you are washing your legs off, you
find yourself watching her through the translucent shower door. She removes
her blouse, skirt, and underwear. Finally unsnapping her bra, she lets her
large breasts swing free. She drops her things on the floor, and starts to
get in. You turn your back, somehow embarrassed. Your beaten body looks so
bad next to her smooth, white skin.

“Hey,” she says. “It’s ok. It happened to me. I know how you feel. It’s
alright. You forget, I’ve had 2 years to recover. ”

She puts her hand on your shoulder, and you relax. She soaps up a
washcloth, and proceeds to wash your back. You must have sat in something,
because she sure washes over your ass a lot. But the soap and heat feel so
good. Your sore back relaxes. You know you’ll have bruises, but they won’t
be too bad.

She asks you to do her back. You agree, it’s the least you can do for her,
after all the kindness she has shown you.

Turning around, you grab the washcloth, and notice your breasts brush
against hers. My, she has some large pointed nipples! Bigger by far than
yours. She turns around, and you soap her up, washing over her back, her
shoulders. You decide to play the game, and wash over her ass, too. It’s
very soft, and looks smooth. She leans forward and holds onto the towel
bar, asking you to wash the inside too. For some reason, you think this is
funny, and start to giggle, but you do it anyway. With one hand, you pull
her cheeks apart, and run the washcloth up the crack of her ass. It didn’t
need it, but you did it anyway.

As you wash her ass, she sways back and forth, enjoying the heat and your
help. She asks if you would mind doing the backs of her legs, since she
can’t reach them. Still giggling, you kneel down in the bottom of the tub,
and wash the backs of her thighs. Feeling better now, and starting to feel
a bit playful, you put a small bite on her ass. She jumps, yelping “What
are you doing?” and starts to laugh. This sets you off, and soon the two of
you are having a water fight. You rinse out the washcloth and smack her ass
with it, and she cups a handful of water and throws it in your face. You
can’t see anything, and she backs you up against the wall, pressing her
body to yours, her breasts mashing yours down. “Now what are you going to
do?” she asks.

Thinking quickly, you kiss her full on the mouth. She backs up immediately,
and you grab her wrists and hold her back against the other wall of the
shower.

“Ok, you win. Let me go and I’ll do anything you say.”

“Not yet. First you have to bow down and pay honor to me.”

Letting go of her wrists, you let her slide down the wall and kneel at your
feet. You reach behind your back and turn the heat up. She looks up at you
with what she supposes are “puppy dog eyes”, and pleads with you to forgive
her. You step out of the way of the shower path, and let the hot water hit
her full in the face and chest. She falls backwards, and slides down the
tub, between your legs. You immediately sit down, on her stomach, holding
her in place. She looks up at you, and asks what she did wrong.

“Nothing. That’s why I’m doing it.” (What did you just say?)

You find yourself starting to enjoy some of this power she has given you.
You order her to get out of the shower and wait for you. After you get off
of her, she amazingly does what you say.

You rinse the rest of the soap film off of you and order her to get a towel
to dry you with. She does this, and holds it open for you to step into. As
you step out of the shower, she wraps the towel around you, and tucks it
tight. Your nipples harden at the cold air outside of the shower, and they
poke through the material. She sees this and starts to giggle again.

Playing the role, you order her into the bedroom, where she can take care
of you. You aren’t sure yet what you are thinking, but you like it, and
start to find yourself attracted to your Laura in a way you have never felt
about her before.

Heading into the bedroom, you remove the towel, and sit on the edge of her
large round waterbed. The heat has been turned up on the bed, and it feels
quite nice. You ask her to dry your back. She says no.

“Get over here and dry me now!” you command her.

She obeys, and you see what it is she wants to do. Ok, you can be her
master, if that’s what she wants. You could at least give it a try.

She dries your back expertly, not missing a drop.

“What about your front, Mistress? She all I dry that as well?”

“Yes, love. And dry under my tits too.”

She does what you command, and you find yourself once again enjoying the
power of the moment. With one hand, she holds up your breast, and runs the
towel under it. Her hands are so soft! And Warm! As she lets it back down,
her fingers run over your air-hardened nipples, making them tingle.

She towel dries your hair, and begins to use her brush to give it long,
smooth strokes, combing out the tangles and rat-tails. Her long blonde hair
must be a real pain to do.

Finally, she sits down next to you, and asks, “What’s next, Mistress?”

You tell her that you don’t know. That you aren’t sure.

She stands up in front of you, and backs away about 5 feet. She puts her
hands on her hips, and stands naked in front of you. You find yourself just
staring at her body. She turns sideways, and you get a very good view of
her profile: high pointed breasts, long blonde hair, a very flat stomach,
and long, tan, shapely legs. She turns with her back to you, and you notice
her ass looks even better than it did in the shower. Then she turns forward
again, giving you a full frontal view of her platinum blonde pussy. Without
the shower, you find yourself getting wet again.

“Are you sure you don’t know what you want, Mistress?”

In a husky voice, you tell her, “Come here. Come to me, and make me feel
good about myself.”

She walks forward, and you find you face level with her breasts. She puts
her hands on the back of your head, and pulls your mouth closer to her
nipple. It is so close, you can feel your breath bouncing off her skin. She
holds you there, waiting for you. You decide you are going to like this,
and place your wet lips an on her tit. It tastes very nice, you think, as
you begin to suck on her breast. You reach a hand up and hold her tit up to
your mouth, feeding it into your lips.

You start to use your tongue around her nipple, gently sucking with your
mouth, and she starts to sway again. She takes your free hand, and places
it it around behind her, placing your hand on her ass. It IS smooth! You
give it a squeeze, enjoying the firm, soft flesh.

You stand up and turn her around. You lay her back down on the bed, pushing
her up so that her whole body is on it. Her tits jiggle as she “bounces”
around on the water. You lay down next to her, and move her hand between
your legs. You put one leg up to give her better access, and she slides a
finger along your slit. She pulls it out and places it into her mouth,
getting a taste of your juices. She returns her hand to your cunt, and
kisses you, pushing her tongue in your mouth. You move your hand across her
breasts, and down across her stomach, into her waiting bush. Her hair is so
soft. Is there nothing hard about this girl, aside from her nipples? She
spreads her legs wide, and you delve a finger into her wetness. It seems to
grab your finger and pull it in. As you pump your hand in and out of her,
she uses her thumb on your clit, stimulating it to it’s full 1 inch length.
She is surprised at how big your clit is, and begs her “Mistress” to let
her see and taste it.

You agree, and she moves her head down between your legs, spreading your
dark covered lips apart with her fingers. She snakes her tongue out, and
you jump as she touches your clit. Her touch makes you tingle, and the
shock of contact makes your legs close around her head.

They got showered and changed while I sat and chatted. They soaped and
fingered themselves all over. Lathering their bodies, they worked
their nimble fingers into both love holes, washing them out before
towelling themselves dry and rubbing scented oil into their sexes.

Claire rubbed scented oil into her smooth clean shaven cunt, then down
between her pussy lips and into her arse. Then rubbing vasoline into
the puckered opening of her anus, she dressed in a white Basque, stocking
and G-string, under a white silk wraparound dress. The dress was so sheer,
every detail of her underwear could be seen as she moved.

Tracy rouged the lips of her sex and nipples, before rubbing scent into her
pubic mound and down between the cheeks of her plump bottom. Like Claire
she also rubbed vasoline into the entrance to her anus, before dressing
herself in black silk stockings and suspender belt, under a red skin tight
dress, which buttoned down the side. She wore no bra or knickers, and with
the buttons undone from her crutch down, when she walked you got the
occasional flash of stocking top and pubic bush.

At about 9 o’clock my friends started to arrive. I introduced them to the
sisters in turn, then showed them into the lounge, where drinks and food
were waiting. I had set out a bar with wine, beer and spirits, plus the
usual mixers. I had also laid out a buffet with sandwiches, salads, fruit,
snacks and deserts, plus a few additions the sisters had asked for.

Soon every one was there, seven men sitting around eying up Tracy and
Claire, who acting very demurely, got drinks for everyone, chatting gaily
to us all. They laughed and giggled as the night wore on and drink made
our comments more suggestive.

Dave who had been chatting to Tracy for a while, started to dare her to
undo more buttons of her dress. Tracy climbing up onto one of the two
coffee tables in the centre of the room, started to dance erotically. This
gave us all the occassional flash of stocking top etc. I put on some moody
music and sat down to watch.

Tracy undid a button at a time while still dancing. Until she reached the
last three under her left armpit, then Claire, removing her wraparound,
climbed onto the other table. Tracy undid the last buttons to reveal all,
as Claire slipped off her G-string. They then both cavorted and danced
around the tables stimulating themselves erotically.

The girls started to tease us into stripping off as well. So Dave, Steve,
Peter and Nick surrounding Tracy, stripped off. Mike, Martin and I stripped
off around Claire. Once stripped off we started to fondle the girls, but
they pushed us away, refusing to be rushed. They demanded we sit down once
undressed, while they continued the show. They both touched and fondled
themselves while dancing, until Tracy moving over to the buffet table, said
she would offer each of us a feast.

At first we didn’t understand what Tracy’s offer meant. We soon caught on
to what she had in mind though, when she invited us in turn to approach
the buffet table. She sat herself on the edge of the table with her legs
spreadeagled apart and hanging over the edge, leaving her cunt and arse
wide open for us all to admire.

We watched amazed as she covered her delectable cunt in spoonfuls of thick
fresh cream, rubbing it into her sopping slit and pubes with abandon. Then
slowly peeling the largest banana in the fruit bowl, she licked and sucked
at its length like a meaty cock, before easing it as far as possible up
her vagina. Once in she started a slow wank using the banana like a huge
dildo, before finally embedding it up her now sopping cunt.

Once Tracy had the banana embedded up her hole to her satisfaction, she
beckoned Dave to approach the table where she laid back across it. Kneeling
between her wide flung thighs, he tucked into his feast. Licking, sucking
and chewing his way through the juicy offering. He eventually had to use
his fingers to scoop out the cream cocktail mixed with banana, before
sucking them clean in his mouth. He continued his meal until he had cleaned
her gaping sex completely. Tracy’s vagina, from all Dave’s administrations,
was now oozing sticky juice down her legs. It ran down the crack of her arse
to form a spreading pool on the table.

Steve was next, being offered a trifle covered cunt with six cherries and a
plum, pushed into her now streaming hole. Followed by Nick, who had the
pleasure of eating a squashed, cream filled chocolate eclair from her love
box.

Peter lastly was offered a cunt smothered in melba sauce, with a whole ripe
stoned peach pushed and sqashed up her vagina, the juice running down her
slit and arse onto the table. He ate and licked the peach, juice and sauce
from her cunt. Then taking a straw from the bar, shoved it up her cunt and
sucked out the cocktail within. Once finished he raised her legs into the
air, pushing them forward over her head and licked the spilt juices from
the scented crack of her arse.

Meanwhile Claire was not inactive, she grabbed a half full wine bottle
from the bar, and after pouring most of the contents over her breasts and
cunt, started to masturbate herself off using the long neck of the Hock
bottle. She shoved it as far up her vagina as it would go, the remaining
wine running into her cunt before pouring out around the sides of the
pistoning bottle neck, as it slid up her hole.

When she had finished, the bottle had copious amounts of her love juice,
mixed with wine in the bottom, so putting it to her lips, she slowly
licked the bottle neck dry, before tilting her head back and drinking her
own spendings.

Beckoning us over she then lay beside Tracy on the buffet table, where she
smothered her beautiful smooth cunt in honey. Martin had the pleasure of
licking it clean. Next came Mike, being offer the pleasure of her silky cunt
covered in jam with sponge fingers wedged up her hole. They slowly went soft
as her love juice soaked into them, making a soggy mess which got harder
and harder to scoop and suck out. Mike eventually had to use a teaspoon to
remove the last of the feast, slipping it up her gaping sex and scooping
it out until none was left.

Finally I got my turn at Claire. She picked up the whole butter pat from
the table, and slid it up and down her mound and slit. She oiled the whole
area of her sex. The butter melted on contact with her warm skin running
down into the openings of her anus and cunt. Carefully moulding the block of
butter into a long phallus, she opened the swollen lips of her sex wide and
worked the butter slowly into the dribbling opening of her vagina.

Leaving the butter jutting from her sex, she peeled a large banana. Dipping
it in melba sauce and holding it in one hand, she slid the melting butter
shaft out of her cunt and pushed the sticky banana up her well greased
avenue. At the same time she rubbed the remaining butter into the valley
between the cheeks of her arse, slipping the occasional finger into the
puckered oily opening of her anus.

I knelt in front of her, and started to eat my way through the feast.
I soon reached her oily cunt lips which entrapped the last half of the
banana. Digging deep with my tongue, while sucking hard, but I couldn’t
remove any more, so I resorted to using my fingers to scoop and dig at her
hole. Sliding a finger under her bottom, I wedged it into her arse, hooking
it over for grip, so that I could hold her while removing the soggy mess bit
by bit. The last bit being so far down, I used a teaspoon to scoop it out,
wasting none I swallowed the last of my meal. I then, like a good little boy,
licked the plate clean, including the valley and cheeks of her arse.

Standing up and walking around to the other side of the table, I first
stuffed one, then both my balls into Claire’s gaping mouth. She sucked on
them greedily. Then after licking the whole length of my rigid meat with
long, slow, wet slurps, I fed my dribbling cockhead into her hot, deep and
welcoming mouth.

Opening her mouth as far as possible, she first relaxed her throat, then
gulped and swallowed as I pushed, my cock slowly slipped into her mouth,
until to my utter amazement, the whole length of my fat wet prick was
wedged down her pretty throat. With my pubes tickling her chin and my balls
slapping her nose, I started to slide the whole length of my cock in and
out of her mouth, letting the head slip almost out of her lips, before
plunging it in again to the hilt. Fucking her tight, slinging throat as
if it was her cunt. What a fantastic sensation, feeling my cockhead
nudging deep down her throat. Sliding into her mouth, with her rippling
throat muscles milking the length of my fat 9″ shaft it wasn’t long before
the crisis came.

While I shafted Claire’s throat for all I was worth, Martin wedged his fat
cock into her slippery cunt. I watched as inch by inch he stuffed his red
hot meat up her, until his pubes met her smooth, butter soaked cunt lips.
Building up a slow rhythm, he fucked her with long deep thrusts, driving her
further onto my throbbing meat.

Nick stood over us while Claire slid between our pounding cocks, like a
well oiled piston. She gripped his rod, wanking him as fast as she could,
and rubbing his length over her breasts and throat. Occasionally letting my
cock go, she took Nick’s meat down her throat, sucking on its length before
fitting my huge erection back into her gaping mouth.

I spewed my spunk deep into her mouth, letting my hot sperm jet down her
throat. Some spilled out of the corner of her mouth as she gulped it down
as fast as she could, choking slightly as I wedged my still jetting cock
deep down her throat again. I came and came in the biggest orgasam I can
remember, hosing sperm into her willing mouth and throat again and again.
I thought from the amount of spunk she had received, I was going to drown
her, but apart from choking when I sprayed the back of her throat she
swallowed everything I gave her.

I continued to pump my cock in and out of her mouth, with her suckling
and sucking for all she was worth. She used every trick she knew to try
and keep my cock hard and stiff, which she succeeded in doing well.

While Clare took care of Martin and I, Tracy I noticed was catering to
the others. She was kneeling on the coffee table close by, astride Peter,
who’s cock was wedged up her cunt as far as it would go, while Dave using
the butter Claire had used so well, as lubricant, had wedged his cock up
her arse at least six inches, with more going in at each thrust. Finally
her mouth was doubly well occupied, Steve had his 11″ rod fitted snuggly
into her mouth, and from the look of it she was gagging on his massive
knobend as sank into her throat. Mike was standing next to Steve, and every
few strokes she would spit Steve out and gobble his cock instead.

As I watched, Steve started to grunt and twitch as he spewed the contents
of his huge balls down Tracy’s throat. Sperm spurted out the sides of
Tracy’s mouth, running down her chin and throat. Steve must of shot gallons
into her, but as he pulled out, his knob spat like a gun, firing thick
white, sticky bullets time and again. His seed squirted full into her face,
splashing over her nose and cheeks, into her eyes and hair, and onto her
lips, chin and forehead. It hung there thick and creamy, while some having
missed her face had sprayed down her chin and breasts, hung from her swollen
nipples like white swinging stalactites.

Steve was followed closely by Peter and Dave, spurting their loads into
her cunt and arse together. As they withdrew Tracy flopped down on
her back exhausted, spunk dribbling from her cunt and arse, mingling to
form a spreading puddle on the table. Mike immediately took advantage of
the situation.

Kneeling in front of her he sucked and licked her cunt and arse clean of
sperm, before standing up and wedging his massive erection up her anus.
He drove her along the table, his huge tool emmbedded up her backside, until
with grunts and heaves he spewed the contents of his balls up her well tight
greased arse. Pulling out of her the flood of sperm washed down onto the
tablecloth leaving another spreading stain.

After a few minutes of fucking Claire’s mouth, my cock was again rock hard
and ready to go. I withdrew my erect and well wetted cock from it sheath,
and walking round to the other table, stood between her sisters wide flung
thighs.

As I withdrew from Claire’s mouth, Nick immediately took my place, sliding
his not inconsiderable length down her throat where I had been moments
before, while Martin continued to hammer away between her thighs.

Holding Tracy’s legs out wide, I gently pushed my cock deep into her
sopping cunt. It was difficult because she was so tight, even after all
the previous abuse, so I wondered how Steve would manage up her love
tunnel later. Eventually in up to the hilt, I began to pump in and out
as smoothly and fast as possible.

As I sliced into Tracy’s hole, Martin alongside us began to buck and groan,
spewing his load into Claire’s grotto. Nick reached his peak watching
Martins efforts at the opposite end, pumping his hot spendings deep into
Claire’s mouth, but withdrawing to give a few final squirts into her
upturned face. They continued their efforts at each end of Claire, refusing
to let their erections go soft. Claire’s cunt became a sodden swamp as
or combined cum spurted out the sides as Martins pistoning cock worked in
her very juicy grotto.

Tracy began a long slow climb back to a climax, and I helped her along by
playing with her breasts and pulling and pinching her nipples. Martin who
being replaced in the warmth of Claire’s cunt by Peter, slid his semi hard,
cum dripping length into Tracy’s mouth as I worked away between her legs.
Soon she was in the rythm of us both, each driving her further onto the
others shaft. Martin becoming more aroused at each stroke, regained his
erection, which as it grew wedged further down her throat with each thrust.

As Tracy reached orgasm I felt the wash of her juices around my embedded
erection. Slipping my length out of her cunt, and bending her legs upwards
and forwards over her head. I rubbed the length of my cockmeat from her
inflamed clit down her exposed cunt to her arse. Letting my knobend slip
between the cheeks of her arse, I nudged my length into her puckered spunk
dribbling hole. Pushing gently until her anus started to distend around my
prick. I thrust the head of my cock fully into her tight slippery arse. She
jerked at the force of my entry, giving a yelp of pain as my length slid in.

I leaned my weight down on her to assist the penetration, and as my length
eased further in, the lubrication of Daves and Mikes spunk, mixed with the
butter and vasoline, made the going easier. She settled down to enjoy it,
riding the length of my shaft as it tried to uncoil her entrails.

I slid and pushed into Tracy’s arse, juice and sperm trickling out to
cover my balls. Her entrails were already swimming in sperm, making the
going easier. So sticking my fingers in the butter, I slid one up her
arse alongside my thrusting prick, pushing the others into her streaming
cunt.

Claire was now kneeling in front of Steve, Peter and Martins combined
sperm dribbling from her gaping wet sex. She was trying very hard to
restore his massive erection by skilful use of her mouth. So taking
advantage of the offered position I withdrew from Tracy’s arse. Being
replaced at once by Nick, who alternated between shafting her cunt and
arse, while using a bottle in the hole not occupied by his prick.

I picking up the butter pat and moved up behind Claire. Sticking my fingers
into the butter, I greased the cheeks of her arse, smothering them in butter.
I then pushed first one then two fingers slowly up Claire’s amazing, tight
arse. It was very hard because she was so tense, and she protested at first.
But after working them in and out for a while she settled back, relaxing to
enjoy the sensation. I slid my fingers out of her tight hole, then holding
the butter up I pushed the length of my cock through it, smothered in
butter I rubbed it in by giving it a quick wank. Once I had it well
lubricated, I wedged the butter pat between the cheeks of Claires arse,
moulding it to the shape of the valley. Sticking my fingers through the
butter and up the hole of her anus, I rammed plug after plug of butter
into her anus, using my fingers to poke it as far up as possible.

Scraping the remaining butter from the deep cleft between the greasy cheeks
of her arse, I started to force my rigid, greasy cock into her tight well
greased anus. She at first complained and tried to pull away as I eased my
butter covered cock slowly into her tight rear orifice. But as it sank
further into her entrails she started to moan and pant, pushing back onto
my embedded weapon to force it further up her arse.

Nick and Martin both spilt their spunk deep into Tracy’s arse and mouth
respectively. I could see the lust on their faces, and hear their groans
as she feasted on Martins spurting prick. Sperm dribbling from the corners
of her mouth, while Mike filled her entrails with his hot, sticky seed.
Humping and shaking her behind as jet after jet of hot spunk sprayed deep
up her already overflowing arse.

Steve by now stiff again, unplugged Claire’s arse from my cock with a wet
sucking squelch. Lifting her bodily onto his cock, he slowly forced her
down, impaling her on his massive erection. I watched fascinated as pushing
on her shoulders Steve forced the purple head of his cock into her cunt.
It looked about the size of a babys clentched fist, and stretched her cunt
lips wide, before his huge tool slid slowly into her.

It was like watching a suckling pig being driven onto a large wooden stake
for roasting. Inch after inch wedged further up her straining sex, until
she couldn’t take any more. There was still about three inches of his meat
jutting out as Claire sat there perched on top of his weapon.

I washed my cock off using a bottle of wine, then watched as Peter, who
having rested, stood around Claire with Dave and Mike, so that she could
suck on their rampant cocks in turn. First one then another, and finally
taking two at a time, dipping them into her warm wet mouth and throat.

Claire wanked and sucked the three cocks around her, while Tracy seeing me
stretched out on the floor, knelt over me and gripping my still rampant cock,
wedged it up her cunt from below. Martin crouched down behind her, and
thinking he also was about to assult her anus, she reached for the butter.
But Martin had other ideas, pushing her forward onto my chest he forced his
cock into her cunt alongside mine. Both of us gripping her around the waist,
we forced her down onto the combined width and length of our cocks.

It felt like we would split her in half, but she kept humping our double
rod as hard as she could, begging for more. Hearing this, Nick dipping his
cock into the jar of honey, presented it to her mouth. When she opened her
pretty mouth to take him in, he slammed her head down so hard, his whole
length disappeared down her throat, almost choking and gagging her.

Claire impaled on Steves massive tool, gobbled the three other cocks until
the inevitable happened. Peter, Dave and Mike came one after another,
drowning her mouth, face and hair in hot spunk. They pumped their combined
loads into her pretty features, leaving sperm dripping from her nose, cheeks
and chin, with some dripping down to cover her large breasts. With bleary
eyes from the spunk in them, and streams of white sperm hanging from her
nipples Claire was tossed around on Steve erection like a tiny doll. She
had so much cum in her mouth she couldn’t hold it all. It dripped and ran
out of her lips before she could swallow it all. But like a cat trying to
get the last of the cream from its whiskers, she licked her lips and chin
before setting about cleaning up the mess on her tits.

Claire massaged the warm sperm into her large tits, paying particular
attention to her nipples, until they shone with the combined juice of
all those cocks. Soon they were caked white with drying sperm. Then using
her fingers, she wiped the spunk from her face and sucked it into her
mouth.

Martin and I slammed Tracy down on our pricks as hard as possible, while
above our heads we watched her greedily feast on Nicks rigid meat. Martin
started to twitch, then buck as he unloaded his balls deep into Tracy’s
stretched cunt. I could feel his sperm jetting up her hole drenching my
straining cock with wave after wave of hot cum. The sensation sent me over
the top. Sprayed my load up her, mixing with Martins spunk to flood her
insides completely. As we finished Nicks weapon recoiled violently, as it
spat its load down her throat. In the ecstatic spasms, his cock slipped out
of her mouth, spraying its load into her face. Where it ran down across
her chin and tits onto my upturned face and neck. I reached up and rubbed
the streams of white, warm cum into her breasts, twisting the wet, sticky
nipples between my fingers. Then sitting up I sucked on her erect sperm
coated nipples. Biting and licking them until she climaxed. She then
slumped down against my chest and licked my face clean of Nicks cream.

The men then joined us all for a well earned rest, and to watch Steve, who
holding her thighs wide apart, stretched Claire’s love tunnel wide with
his massive erection, now slippery with her juices. Picking Claire up by
her wide flung thighs, Steve stood up and walked across the room to
the sofa, Claire still impaled almost to the hilt on his weapon. Laying her
across the sofa so that she was kneeling on the edge with her head over
the back, Steve resumed his assult on her from the rear.

We watched amazed at the spectacle of Steves huge weapon spearing into
Claire’s tight, sperm soaked cunt. While her sperm soaked tits bounced
and shook. The look of lust on her face, also soaked in sperm prompted
Tracy to go over and start fondling Steve balls and rod as it plunged
into Claire’s grotto.

Tracy grabbing Steve by the embedded weapon dragged his off Claire, and
laying back on the sofa guided him into her sodden sex. Steve pushed and
shoved as hard as he could, bringing tears to Tracy’’s eyes. Suddenly
his erection slipped halfway into her straining cunt, and no matter how
much they tryed he couldn’t seem to get any more in.

After a few strokes Claire having recovered her breath, ordered Steve
back to work on her love tunnel. So standing up Steve obliged by ramming
his length back into her proffered cunt from behind. Steve straining and
grunting finally gave up the fight. Whipping out his rod just as it spat
its first salvo, drenching her back and arse. He then plunged it back in
to hose out Claires love tunnel with the rest of his spendings.

Tracy immediately started to lick the splashed spunk from Claire’s back,
and when Steve finally withdrew from Claire, she licked his rapidly
softening cock clean. Tracy then insisted on sucking Claire’s breasts,
neck and face clean of all the spilt spunk, while I licked and sucked her
spunk and juice soaked cunt clean and dry.

Sitting around talking we drank and ate for a while, talking over the past
few hours labours. It was decided that all would now adjourn to their
seperate beds for the night, and we would meet tomorrow lunch time.

The ad said “Wanted, male, 18 to 24, to share 2 bedroom house, with same.
Rent, $200 per month. Call…” and the number was listed. I had the ad
running for a few weeks and a number of guys came by to look. The house was
a typical batchelor pad, sparse furniture and no frills. It was located
in a quiet neighborhood and far back far from the street and other houses.
I was renting from a couple who had moved to Florida and wanted someone
to take care of the house.

I guess that either the house was too far away from civilization, or my
housekeeping was atrocious, because I had no takers. My money was starting
to run low and having no extra income as I had planned, was getting to be a
real drag. Then I got a phone call from Julie. I hadn’t considered renting
the room to a girl, as I thought that it could cause some complications
when I brought a date home. She was in a terrible need of a place to stay.
Her apartment complex had been sold and the rent was increasing to a point
where she couldn’t afford to live there anymore. I told her that I didn’t
really want to rent to a female, but she must have sensed that I was
getting desparate to find a renter. She talked me into letting her look
the place over.

When I opened the door, I was taken by surprise. I had envisioned a plain
looking girl with glasses. She had long blonde hair, which cascaded down
to her waist. Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement and she was a very
beautiful vision of lovliness. I ushered her into the room and began
making excuses for the shape of the house. She ignored my comments and
seemed to have a number of ideas to spruce up the house.

I was being entranced by her beauty and wondered if I should really rent
her the room. Although there was some complications, I thought that it
just might work out to our mutual benefit.

She’s a bit nervous about calling this man. She has a strange sensation going
through her body but it is quite an arousing one. Her roommate has long since
gone to bed, so she virtually has the place to herself. She hears the phone
ring in her ear. It sounds as if in a hollow chamber calling out her name. He
finally answers. They chat for a bit, just general BS. It is a cold rainy night
and she is feeling a bit uncomfortable. He asks if he can come over, but she
can’t say anything. The words stick in her throat. She knows what is on his
mind. His voice is tantilizing. The storm is weakening her resistence. Without
an answer, he says he’ll be over in 15 minutes. As she is waiting she begins
to think of why she let him come over. She doesn’t know. She has felt this
mysterious sensation before. Why her…? She is pondering all sorts of
thoughts. Slowly she rises. SHe knows what he is expecting. She removes her
sweatshorts and panties, leaving only her nightshirt. Her skin is tingling.
Her body quivering. She wonders what would occur if her roommate would wake
up. The tension is invigorating. Suddenly there is a knock on the door, she
slowly opens the door. He makes his way in from the rain. He takes her in
his arms in a deep passionate kiss. He realizes her lack of clothing quickly
by exploring the realms of her body. He gently massages her swollen pussy lips
She moans at his touch. He slowly pushes 3 fingers deep inside her. Her head
falls back at the emmense pleasure. With his thumb gently flicking her clit,
he pumps into her. Her body is rocking to his motions.

He begins to pull his fingers out of her, but she doesn’t want it to end.
More she whispers, more. He slowly takes her and moves her around to where
she can sit down on the couch. There he is before her. She kisses the tip of
her enraged cock. She nuzzles his balls until he is nearly whimpering. She
takes a little of the shaft into her mouth and gently sucks while circling
the head with her tongue. She slowly pulls back. He pushes her back onto the
couch. He grabs her lags beneath the kness and pulls her to him. Her ass is
hanging off the couch, but he pushes into her. She can feel every inch of his
swollen cock inside her. She is in emmense pleasure and more is on the way.
He strokes her from experience. He seemd to know when to increase or decrease
the intensity of the strokes. Her mind can think of nothing but the pleasure
inside her. She can feel him burst inside of her, shooting hot jism into her
very depths. As she lay there thinking of all the touches, he got up, dressed,
and left….

Damn, she was getting good, Denise thought about Pam. Her
roommate had become expert at pleasing a girl. And more submissive all
the time.
Denise knew Pam was a virgin. Have to correct that. All in good
time. She had just the guy to do it. Keep it in the family. Her
brother Chris would be perfect. But first, she had to get Pam ready.
She’d introduced Pam to a vibrator, both for use on herself and
others. Denise had to admit to her own voyeuristic tendencies. She
got off watching Pam frig her cunt or ass with a vibrator almost as
much as when Pam used one on her.
The evening had gone well. Popping out of a cake dressed in a
bikini for a birthday surprise had been fun, but the real fun had come
later. It was a surprise for one of the members of the soccer team.
After things got really going, she’d had fun with the entire team.
After the birthday boy had gotten in his licks (and sucks, and fucks),
she’d had the entire team. More than once, she’d taken on three guys
at once.
Her cunt and ass were still full of cum when she walked into the
dorm room. Pam was waiting for her. She quickly undressed and laid on
her bed. “Eat my snatch.” she ordered the other girl.
Pam obediently placed herself between Denise’s legs and began
lapping her cunt. As Denise described the events of the evening, Pam
increased her efforts.
“Like the taste of jism? Well, we’ll do something about that this
weekend. Right now, keep licking, I’m almost there.” In little time,
she exploded in yet another climax.
The rest of the week was uneventful. On Friday night, they
checked into a nearby hotel to await Chris’s arrival the next morning.
When Chris arrived the next morning, Denise had Pam ready. After the
small talk was dispensed with, it was time for action.
Denise turned on some soft music. She sat her brother down in a
chair. Turning to Pam, she said, “Dance for us, a little strip tease.”
Pam obediently began to sway to the music, slowly undoing the
buttons of her blouse. Once her blouse had been removed, her skirt
slowly followed suit. After Pam had lingeringly removed her panties,
Denise told her, “Enough for now. Play with yourself.”
Clad in demi-bra, garterbelt, stockings and heels, Pam continued
to slowly dance while she caressed her body. When she appeared quite
aroused, Denise ordered her to stop again.
She ordered Pam to kneel between her brother’s legs. “Unzip his
pants. Good, now pull out his prick. That’s right, now stroke it.
Okay, pull his pants off.”
“Now, kiss the head of his dick. Okay, play with his balls.
Good, now suck his cock.”
As Denise watched, Pam continued to blow her brother,
enthusiastically, if not expertly deep throating his cock while gently
caressing his balls. All the while, Chris was moaning with pleasure.
“That’s it, keep sucking. Deeper. Swallow it. All the way down
to the root.”
Pam compliantly followed orders, deep throating Chris’s cock.
Almost gagging, she continued to suck his engorged penis, stroking his
testicles at the same time.
When it became obvious that Chris was nearing climax, Denise
ordered, “You will swallow all his cum, every last drop.”
Moments later, when Chris erupted, Pam took his entire phallus
down her throat, assuring her getting his entire load.
Pam’s ordeal was far from over. While Chris recuperated, Denise
presented her snatch and commanded the other girl to lick it. The
spectacle of the lesbian action only quickened Chris’s recovery.
When Denise had obtained her own satisfaction and saw that her
brother was ready for another round, she directed Pam to fellatiate him
again. When his cock was at full attention and well-lubricated with
Pam’s saliva, Denise ordered her onto the bed on hands and knees.
Chris, divining his sister’s intention, positioned himself between
Pam’s legs and placed the head of his prick between the globes of her
ass, at the entrance to her anus.
Seeing the look on Pam’s face, Denise demanded, “Don’t say a word.

Take what you get.”
When Chris first parted her anal ring, Pam winced and bit her lip
to stifle a cry. As he began to further violate her asshole, she
fucked back at the invading prick, forcing it deeper into her bowels.
Chris reacted by increasing the speed of his thrusts, pounding into her
virgin asshole.
Meanwhile, Denise knelt before her. “Eat my snatch.” she
demanded. Pam buried her face in the redhead’s muff, sucking her clit
while her asshole was being reamed.
At last, Chris bathed her innards with another load of cum, as his
sister climaxed from the oral ministrations she was receiving.
Denise gave Pam no respite, ordering her to suck Chris’s cock back
to life again. Before long, his prick was again rampant.
This time, Denise commanded Pam to lie on her back, legs spread.
Chris positioned himself at her cunt, ready for the final deflowering.
“Okay, Chris, ram it in her. Pop her cherry.”
Chris thrust his swollen manhood into Pam’s waiting pussy. Pam
let out a cry as her hymen ruptured. Chris gave her no respite,
pistoning in and out of her pussy.
Pam accepted the onslaught, clenching down with her vaginal
muscles. Chris continued fucking until his prick exploded with his
third load of cum. Exhausted, he rolled off Pam onto the bed.

I’m in heaven, Denise thought, as she eagerly sucked the red-
headed cunt before her. At the same time, her own snatch was being
eaten by the brunette.
The red pussy was quickly replaced by a blonde one. Denise wasted
no time resuming her cunnilingus on the new pussy, as everyone adjusted
to the new addition.
Everybody was here now. Soon it would be time to get ready for
the party. But, for now, it was time to enjoy each other. Dennie
could feel her climax nearing as Pam licked. She redoubled her effort
on Judy’s quim.
She felt Judy tremble as her expert tonguing took the blonde over
the top. Her own orgasm was not far behind.
The foursome rested on the bed for a few hours until it was time
to get ready.
Judy dressed all in black. Black stockings, black leather skirt,
black leather low-cut vest that laced in the front, and black heels.
Dennie opted for a green outfit. Green bikini top, heels, and an
almost floor-length skirt, but slit to the hips on both sides. Sue was
wearing a blue micro miniskirt and sheer blouse.
Pam was dressed the most seemingly modestly. A white dress with
long skirt that buttoned up to her neck.
As the guests arrived, they were greeted warmly by their
hostesses. Before long, the party was in full swing.
As time past, the partying became more raucous. Subtle feels were
giving way to overt groping. Following orders, Pam had slowly been
undoing buttons on her dress. First, several from the bottom, then one
at the top. As time went by, more and more of her nylon-clad legs were
revealed.
By the time the dress was undone to near her crotch and her
breasts were nearly exposed, she was approached by one of the men.
“Where have you been hiding? You’re a luscious little treat.”
With that, he took her in his arms and kissed her.
Pam responded to his kisses, opening her mouth to admit his
tongue. As they kissed, his hands roamed over her body. Cupping her
buttocks, a suspicion grew in his mind. He slid his hand between their
bodies. His fingers parted the already mostly opened dress near Pam’s
crotch. Sliding upward, they encountered Pam’s naked pussy.
As the probing fingers explored, Pam parted her legs slightly to
allow better access. A finger slipped deep into her cunt.
Suddenly, the finger was removed. Her would-be lover was led away
by another girl, apparently his date.
The by-play had not been missed. Judy was sitting on the couch
nearby. Her vest now undone, her tits were being caressed by a man on
one side, a girl on the other. She’d watched Pam’s actions. She
called her over.
“I think it’s time to take off your dress, Pam.”
Pam obeyed, undoing the last buttons left holding the dress closed
and letting it drop to the floor. Underneath the seemingly modest
dress it was revealed that she wore only stockings, garter belt, and a
cupless bra.
“Eat me, dear.” Judy told her.
Pam obediently dropped to her knees between Judy’s widespread
legs, slid up Judy’s skirt to exposed her blonde muff, and lowered her
mouth to the waiting pussy.
Judy leaned back and groaned as Pam’s tongue explored her moist
cunt. Without needing to be told, the girl on Judy’s left replaced her
hand with her lips, sucking on Judy’s swollen nipple.
Judy meanwhile had undone the man’s pants to her right and was
stroking his erect cock.
It didn’t take long for Judy to climax from Pam’s ministrations.
She looked down at Pam afterward. “Bill would just love a blow job,”
indicating the man whose prick she’d been stroking.
Pam dutifully positioned herself in front of Bill and swallowed
his dick. Meanwhile, Judy was sucking another dick that had been
presented to her.
Pam rapidly brought Bill off, swallowing his entire load of cum.
She looked at Judy expectantly.
“Betty needs her cunt licked.” Judy told her.
Harry, whose cock Judy had been sucking, moved out of the way.
Pam placed herself between Betty’s legs and eagerly began licking her.
Meanwhile, Harry knelt behind Pam. “Spread your legs.” Judy ordered.
As Pam obeyed, she felt Harry’s member at the entrance to her
vagina. He thrust into her, burying himself deep inside her. Pam
increased the vigor of her licking as Harry impaled her, fucking her
hard.
Across the room, Dennie had discarded her top and was leaning over
a chair as another girl greedily sucked on her tits. Her skirt was
bunched up around her waist as a guy fucked her from behind.
Two men who had been watching Pam commented to Judy, “she almost
acts like your slave.”
“She is.”
“Nah…”
“Watch. You two want her?”
“You bet!”
Betty was reaching her second orgasm when Harry finally came.
After he pulled out, Pam looked at Judy, as if for orders.
“Okay, now these two gentlemen. Guys, what’s your pleasure?”
“A blow job.”
“I’ll fuck her ass while she blows you.”
Pam needed no coaxing. As she knelt on all fours, a stiff prick
was presented to her waiting mouth, while the guy behind her was
loosing up her asshole in preparation for his cock. Before long, she
was being assaulted from both ends, eagerly sucking the cock that was
actively fucking her mouth and grinding her hips against the one
reaming her asshole.
Sue, meanwhile, was watching the action from another chair,
straddling her partner’s lap, his prick buried in her cunt. Her blouse
now open, his hands were reaching around to fondle her exposed breasts.
The two men continued to fuck the willing girl. “God, her
asshole’s tight!”
“And she sucks like a vacuum.”
Pam continued her actions, bringing the prick she was sucking to
an explosive climax. A short while later, her ass was also filled with
a load of cum.
Sue quickly called Pam over. “Suck his balls and my twat.”
Pam placed her mouth at the juncture of the two bodies and began
flogging the exposed parts with her tongue. The sensation drove Sue
wild. “Don’t stop! Keep it up! More!” she cried as she crested to
an orgasm. Pam continued, driving Sue to yet another climax as her
partner filled her with his jism.
Others were starting to catch on to the situation. Another man
walked over to Pam. “Suck my balls and stroke my dick, I want to come
all over your tits.”
Pam acquiescently positioned herself properly and began tonguing
his testicles as she stroked his manhood. It seemed to grow in size
under her care. When she felt his balls tightened, she increased her
efforts and was rewarded with a layer of cum over her tits as she
rubbed the head of his penis over her boobs.
And so it went the rest of the evening.

Her boss (a late 30’s divorcee) called me and offered the
job. It was going to take me about two weeks to complete
everything she wanted done at the bank and at home, so she
offered to put me up at her place while I did the work. When I
got there and talked to Mary, I found out that her boss had been
punishing her ass every Friday night since she started work, and
Mary loved it. I also found out the real reason the boss (I can’t
remember her name so I will call her Linda) wanted the video
equipment was to catch her employees (tellers at the bank and
maid at home) doing something wrong so she could try to punish
them.

I did the work at her house first, because the maid was out
of town for the week and Linda wanted the cameras hidden from the
maid. That Friday night, we tried out the cameras and recorder by
taping Linda and I punishing Mary. Linda really enjoyed getting
licked by Mary while I fucked Mary’s cunt and ass. That Saturday,
the three of us romped around the house and pool stark naked,
sucking and fucking everything we could. Linda may have been
twice our age but she was a really enthusiastic fucker.

Saturday night we went to dinner and an x-rated movie. Both
ladies wore tube tops, denim miniskirts and sandles (no bras, no
panties) and they were very hot. After the movie, we bent Mary of
the hood of the car, pulled up her skirt and spanked her ass
right there in the parking lot. Then Linda pulled down Mary’s
tube top and we both sucked on her tits, fingering her cunt and
ass until Mary was begging for a fucking. We allowed Mary to
strip completely naked and suck my cock a bit, then we laid her
out on the hood of the car again, this time face up. As I opened
her legs and slid my cock into her hot juicy cunt, Linda hiked up
her skirt and sat her cunt down on Mary’s mouth. Later we went
back to Linda’s for a late night swim and more fucking.

On Sunday Linda’s maid Rosetta returned. She was a fleshy
little mexican girl, slightly younger than Mary, but still legal
age. Linda, Mary and I watched her for more than an hour from the
control room, before we saw her unpack a few ounces of pot. We
rewound the tape and set it up to playback to the TV in the
living room. Mary brought Rosetta into the living room and Linda
began her act. Eventually Rosetta was begging Linda not to call
the police or immigration, saying that she would do anything for
us. Linda told her that she needed to be properly punished and
that the three of us would do it. Then she told Rosetta to strip.
Rosetta hesitated and Linda nodded to Mary and me. I grabbed
Rosetta’s arms and Mary began to unbutton Rosetta’s uniform. We
dropped the uniform to the floor leaving Rosetta wearing just her
bra, panties and shoes. Linda told her that she was to obey every
command we give her or she would be turned over to the police for
them to strip-search. Rosetta nodded and fumbled with her bra
until it popped free and she slowly exposed her big fleshy tits.
She was bigger and fleshier than Mary. Linda told Mary and me to
measure Rosetta. We took a cloth tape measure and measured around
her chest, and then around each tit, and then across each areola
and then between nipples and finally we measured how long we
could make her nipples grow. She shivered everytime Mary pulled
or stroked her nips. Then Linda told her to strip off her
panties. She slowly peeled then down to show us the hairiest
pussy I have ever seen. Linda had her turn around to make sure
the cameras got a good view of her for posterity. Then Linda told
her that she needed to be cleaned up before any further
inspection could take place.

We brought her to the master bedroom and I reset the
controls to videotape the bedroom instead of the living room. We
put Rosetta on the bed and Mary and I held her legs up and open
so that Linda and the camera would have a good view. Linda then
got her equipment out and proceeded to cut off all of Rosetta’s
pubic hair. Then she shaved the stubble, even having us turn
Rosetta over onto her knees so that Linda could shave her ass. I
had seen a shaven cunt in porno movies but this was the first one
I had the chance to play with. Then Linda had us take Rosetta
into the bathroom and stand her in the tub. Linda prepared an
enema bag (I had only heard about these, Mary had already been
introduced to them by Linda).

Mary and I watched (and played with each other) while Linda
lubricated Rosetta’s asshole, inserted the nozzle and filled her
ass with hot soapy water. After two enemas, we let her shower,
with us watching of course. Then we returned to the living room.
Mary and I then measured the rest of Rosetta. How large her hips
were, how log her slit was, how long her clit was, how far from
her cunt to her asshole, etc. Then Linda brought out a long dildo
and inserted it into Rosetta’s cunt. Then we bent her over and
Mary and I held her arms so her tits dangled down free. Her legs
were spread wide and Linda began the spanking. She spanked
Rosetta until her asscheeks were a hot pink. Then she had Mary
and I deliver a slap to each cheek.

We stood her up. Linda told her to undress Mary. She
hesitated but did it after another slap on the ass from Linda. As
she uncovered Mary’s tits Linda told her to kiss them to
apologize for being so naughty. Rosetta slowly kissed Mary’s
right nipple just enough to have done it. Then Linda told her to
suck Mary’s left one.Rosetta hesitated again, until Linda poked a
finger between her asscheeks and into her asshole. Linda had her
take off Mary’s panties and kiss her pubic mound and then had
Mary turn around and bend over. Linda pushed Rosetta’s face
against Mary’s ass and instructed her to kiss and lick Mary’s
pale ass. Linda was finger fucking Rosetta’s asshole while
Rosetta performed. When she told Rosetta to strip and suck me.
Rosetta did not hesitate, but got her ass fingered by Mary
anyway. She was a good cock sucker and after all the playing Mary
and I had done, I came fairly quickly filling Rosetta’s mouth.
Linda warned her not to lose a single drop of my cum, but to
swallow it all. Then Linda presented herself to be stripped and
kissed by Rosetta. She held Rosetta’s head while she sucked on
Linda’s tits. She did a good sucking this time. When Linda was
completely naked she sat down on the couch and spread her legs.
She told Rosetta that she should lick her mistresses cunt. Mary
and I grabbed Rosetta’s arms and pushed her down to her knees in
front of Linda’s wet cunt. We began slapping Rosetta’s ass
lightly until she surrendered and began licking. She seemed to
service Linda quite well with proper instruction from Linda. Mary
wanted to get fucked so she sucked me until I was erect and then
we fucked watching Rosetta do her lesbian duties. When Linda was
finished cumming and I had shot a load of cum (not much but some)
into Mary’s cunt, Linda took the dildo out of Rosetta and
positioned her over Mary for a 69ing. Mary absolutely devoured
that hot hairless cunt. And Rosetta licked my cum out of Mary’s
hole. After they were finished, we sent Rosetta to make lunch and
bring it to us at the pool. She was told to stay completely
naked. We lounged a poolside naked until Rosetta brought lunch.
Then as we ate lunch, we had Rosetta orally perform on each of
us. Not enough to make us cum, but enough to please us and keep
Rosetta busy.

We swam and sunned ourselves all afternoon, while Rosetta
did her normal duties (still naked). That evening Rosetta made
and served dinner naked and again orally serviced us while we
ate. After dinner, we retired to the living room and watched a
replay of Rosetta’s strip, inspection, cleaning and oral
servitude. Rosetta was then told to lay out on the floor and
masterbate for us. She spread her legs and fingered her hot
hairless cunt for 5 minutes before she was near cumming. Then
Mary and Linda knelt beside her and held her arms and legs, so
that she could not continue her fingering and could not prevent
me from accessing her slick cunt. Linda asked Rosetta if she was
ready to fuck me. When Rosetta asked her not to let me fuck her,
Linda instructed me to poke the dildo into Rosetta’s cunt. It
slid in so easy,and Rosetta moaned all the way. Linda repeated
her question and Rosetta just shook her head. Linda then told me
to pump the dildo into her. I slowly began sliding it in and out,
and Rosetta began writhing. Linda stopped me and repeated her
question. Rosetta shook her head (slower and less than before).
Linda had me pump the dildo a bit faster. Rosetta moaned louder
this time and really tried to wiggle her hips. Linda stopped me
again and repeated the question. This time Rosetta nodded yes.
Linda told Rosetta to say it. Rosetta asked Linda to let me “do”
her. Linda told her that she would have to be more explicit in
her sexual requests. Rosetta asked her to let me fuck her. Linda
motioned for me to move closer. I scooted closer and took my cock
and slowly moved the head up and down her wet slit parting her
fleshy cuntlips. Linda told Rosetta to ask for it again. Rosetta
began begging for a fucking and Linda told me to fuck her silly.
I plunged into her and she moaned and groaned as I fucked her hot
slick cunthole. I had cum in her mouth twice already that night
and this fuck was going to take a long time. After Rosetta’s
second orgrasm, Linda and Mary let go of her and they laid down
for some 69ing next to us. When they finished, they had me stop
and they moved Rosetta over a hassock and I slid into her cunt
from behind. I did not last much longer watching Linda and Mary
pulling on Rosetta’s tits and getting their own sucked on by the
girl I was fucking.

We rested a long time and then after desert sent Rosetta to
bed with another spanking. We retired to Linda’s bedroom to watch
(and record) Rosetta fingering herself. We fell into bed and
sucked and fucked a while before falling asleep. The next day we
went to the bank and all did our jobs with only the slightest of
snickers when we looked at each other. That night before dinner
Linda had Rosetta shower with each of us. First with Linda and
then with Mary and finally with me. We washed her tits and cunt
and ass until she was squeaky clean. We had her wash all of our
sensitive parts as well and use her mouth where appropriate.
Since I was the last to get washed and I saved her cocksucking
until the end, Linda used that time to give Rosetta another
enema. After she filled Rosetta ass with the soapy water, she
stuffed a butt plug into her. Then Linda and Mary began spanking
Rosetta’s ass. The first slap caused her to close her mouth
around my cock a bit too tight, but Linda warned her to be gentle
with my cock or they would have to use paddles or straps to
punish her ass. After that Rosetta was very careful with my cock
in her mouth. They spanked her (not too hard but hard enough) in
synch with her cocksucking action so that my cock was deep into
her mouth as a hand landed on her asscheek. I finally shot a huge
load of cum into her mouth. It was too much for Rosetta to
swallow all at once and some dribbled out of her mouth. Linda
stood her up and she and Mary licked Rosetta’s face clean. Then
they bent her over to my cock and had her lick all the cum off my
cock. I got out of the shower and Linda pulled the plug out of
Rosetta’s butt and let her sit on the toilet. Then Rosetta had to
get back into the shower, and masterbate for us with the handheld
shower head. Her giggling tits were really sexy when she started
cumming.

At dinner, Rosetta had to serve us naked again, and service
us orally as well. After dinner, Linda dug out a videotape for us
to watch. It was about 3 girls getting their asses fucked at a
summer resort. We tied Rosetta into a large stuffed chair, with
her butt scooted toward the front and her legs over the arms of
the chair. She was in a perfect position to watch the movie and
get licked at the same time. And we each ate her to two orgasms
(six total). After the movie, we untied Rosetta and took her into
the dining room. Linda bent her over to hold onto the table with
her hands. Her tits were dangling down like full udders wanting
to get milked. With her legs spread her hairless cunt and ass
glistened with her cum and our saliva. Linda had me get in front
of her and had her take my cock in her mouth. Then Linda and Mary
began to lubricate her virgin asshole with softened butter. They
each held one asscheek aside and alternated pokes into her
backdoor. Rosetta moaned softly with my ever enlarging cockhead
in her mouth. The ladies stretched Rosetta’s asshole with each
probe until she could take two fingers into her tail, then they
began pumping two fingers in and out. Linda had Mary insert a
finger from each hand and pull Rosetta’s asshole open so she
could push more butter inside. When Linda felt that Rosetta’s
asshole was stretched and slick enough, she had me pull out of
Rosetta’s mouth and she took a handfull of soft butter and
slathered my raging hardon with it. My cock was just an inch or
two from Rosetta’s mouth. Linda asked Rosetta if she wanted me to
cum, Rosetta said yes. Linda rubbed my cock head on Rosetta’s
cheeks and lips and asked her if she wanted me to cum inside her,
Rosetta said yes. Linda had Mary poke two fingers into Rosetta’s
asshole and rubbed my buttery cock across her lips and asked if
she wanted me to cum inside her ass, Rosetta said yes. Linda had
me move behind Rosetta and Linda put a chair in front where I
was. She sat in the chair so she could watch Rosetta’s face and
play with her big dangling tits. Linda told Mary to take hold of
my cock and rub it up and down Rosetta’s crack. She told Rosetta
that she would have to ask me to fuck her virgin ass before they
would let me inside Rosetta’s asshole. Rosetta asked me to fuck
her ass. Linda told her to ask us to ‘deflower her virgin ass’.
Rosetta asked Mary and I to ‘deflower her virgin ass’. Linda told
Mary to insert just the head of my cock into Rosetta’s backdoor.
Mary put one arm around Rosetta’s waist and with the other pushed
my cockhead into Rosetta’s hot buttered asspucker. Her asshole
was so hot and so tight, she held my cock tight, but she was so
buttery slick that she wouldn’t keep me out. Linda pinched
Rosetta’s nipples and told her that she was no longer a virgin
ass, but that I wasn’t going to fuck her until she asked us to
make her into a sluty assfucker. Rosetta pleaded with Linda to
let me fuck her ass. Linda repeated that Rosetta would have to
ask us to make her into a sluty assfucker and pulled on her hard
nipples until she winced. Rosetta asked Mary and I to make her
into a sluty assfucker. Linda told Mary to push my cock all the
way into Rosetta’s ass. Mary reached behind me and slowly pushed
me into Rosetta’s backdoor. Her ass was so tight, she felt like a
glove gently fitted onto my cock. The buttering made it so easy
to slide in despite her tightness. When I was all the way in,
Linda had us stop and told Mary to kneel down beside Rosetta.
After she got used to having a cock fill her ass, Rosetta began
to slowly squirm her ass back at me. Linda asked Rosetta if she
was ready to become a hot sluty assfucker. Rosetta said yes and
begged to get her ass fucked. Linda told me I could start fucking
her for all she was worth (her ass was worth alot). I slowly
pulled almost all the way out as Rosetta moaned. When I pushed
back in (a bit faster), Rosetta moaned even loader. I steadily
increased the speed of my strokes and Linda increased her playing
with Rosetta’s tits. Mary didn’t want to be left out so she
started playing with Rosetta’s slick cunt. Rosetta began to suck
on Linda’s small pointed tits and almost bit them when she came.
We gave her two orgasms before the tight warmth of her ass got me
to unload my cum into her tail. That night we tied Rosetta to her
bed so she couldn’t play with herself. Later in the week, we
watched some more movies, this time I sat in the chair and each
lady climbed on and impaled her ass onto my cock and laid back
against me. We would watch the movie while the other two ladies
would be licking her cunt and my balls. We ended the evening with
Mary and Rosetta 69ing while I fucked Rosetta’s ass (not quite as
tight as the first time, but still great).

On Friday night, we went out to dinner with all three ladies
wearing just light summer dresses and NO bras, panties,
pantyhose, etc. When we got back, Linda had us come out to the
pool and had Rosetta strip on the diving board and jump into the
pool, Mary was next, then me and finally Linda joined us and we
spent most of the night fucking and sucking and eating. On
Saturday morning, I was awakened by a hairless cunt being pressed
to my mouth. I began licking at it, thinking that Linda had made
Rosetta wake me up this way. When I felt another hairless cunt
mounting my cock I opened my eyes and realized that this wasn’t
Rosetta I was licking, it was Mary. When I had gotten Mary to
cum, she rolled off and I saw Linda riding my cock. Linda told me
that she and Rosetta had woken Mary with a surprise shaving and
that she decided to join them. After we both came, Linda took me
into the bathroom and we had a leisurely shower. When we got out,
we went to the dining room to find Rosetta and Mary had laid out
a fine breakfast and had climbed onto the table to be offer their
hairless cunts for eating as well. Linda and I rotated between
the two cunts and all the other tasty food on the table. Finally
we finished breakfast and we all went to shower (we had gotten a
little sticky from honey, jam, maple syrup,etc).

I had to catch a noon train for home and Linda was going to
drive me to the station. She had me get into the back seat of her
car and had Mary and Rosetta get on each side of me. They were
still stark naked. As we pulled away from the house Linda told
them to give me a good going-away sucking. And I reached down to
bury my fingers into both of their hot cunts to give them one
last finger-fuck.

Slowly, she lifted herself off the bed on which she lay, ducking her head
to avoid the glass cover which had protected her for the last ten years.
She walked stiffly over to the next tank. Commander Barton’s body was still
inside, while her pulse and respiratory indicators showed her to be dead. The
other two tanks, which were reserved for the two men of the crew, also
contained bodies with no detectable respiration or heartbeat. She was the only
surviving member of her squad.

There were nearly a hundred squads of four in isolated control rooms
like this. They were separated by several hundred miles. The rational
behind this was that when the bombs started to fall at least one-third
of the control rooms were expected to survive. After the nuclear winter
had eliminated all human life the chosen ones would emerge from suspended
animation and start over; at least those who survived would.

Her name was Jessica Martin, an architect, art historian, construction
engineer and most important a fertile female. By her acceptance into the
Savior’s program, she had agreed to become the mate of one of the members of
her squad. He was a loathsome man with a genius level I.Q. This requirement
had almost made Jessica reject the program’s offer, but she had wanted to
survive the holocaust. It was almost a relief that his life support system
had failed. Unfortunately, the only two other members of the Saviors program
who could help her were also dead.

Fully awake now, Jessica started the preparations necessary for the next day’s
trip to the rendezvous point. The radiation readings were high, but tolerable.
The temperature outside was nearly eighty. This was better than expected
for a Spring day in the southwest desert after several hundred cubic miles
of dirt had been thrown in the air by nuclear explosions. Actually,
it was several hundred cubic kilometers. It had been agreed that
the survivors would convert to metric now. Most of the scientists
in the group had readily gone along with this since they were all used to
the system. Her profession still worked in feet and inches. Adjusting
wouldn’t be to difficult. If Jessica made a mistake in her conversions,
who would care if she went a few kilometers-per-hour over the speed limit?
There was no one there to enforce it anyway.

After nearly eight hours of preparation, including a wide variety of tests
for biological hazards, latent radiation, and chemical pollutants, she
was ready to start her trip. Everything went smoothly. The canned water
had not perished, the freeze dried food had not decomposed and the computer
had kept the solar car’s batteries charged.

The only set back she had, aside from the death of her companions, was that
the gun locker was buried under a huge concrete beam. Obviously, some kind of
explosion had occurred near by and now she was going to have to enter the
world above armed with only a tazer gun.

The tazer gun had been left in the glove compartment of her
transportation, a solar car. This was because, like the solar car’s batteries,
its charge had to be maintained for the ten years she had been
in thermo freeze. For projectiles, the tazer fired two darts which
struck an adversary and delivered a shock of twenty thousand volts through
wires which attached to the gun. It only had a range of around three meters
and only worked against one opponent. These limitations did not really
intimidate Jessica, since all animal life, including the human race,
had been removed from the surface planet by an excessively large number of
nuclear explosions. The only real danger would come from the few people, if
any, who survived the holocaust by hibernating underground like she did.

She spent her last night on the couch of her thermo tank. This time
she kept the lid up and relied on her body’s natural cycle of sleep
to wake her up rather than the life support computer. The next morning she
opened the two levels of outer doors and drove off using the battery power of
her solar car. There would be enough light out to recharge the vehicle as
she drove.

Although it was not as she expected, the outside world was peaceful. The
mountain under which she had been buried was still dry and arid. It had
remained nearly unchanged, the only noted difference being that the road north
to Arrow Point was in poorer condition than it had been ten years ago. This
was to be expected, given the untimely nuclear termination of the local
highway department.

In every direction, the desert stretched, broken occasionally by a shriveled
tree or cactus. It startled her that, no matter how sparse, plant life had
survived even in a desert after a nuclear holocaust. Jessica was taken more
aback by the vulture which circled overhead. Obviously, animal life had also
survived.

She drove on over the pitted road, heading north. Life seemed in abundance
compared to what she had expected. After two hours of driving she
nearly ran over a snake sunning itself on the side of the road. After
four hours she had seen a several small birds and one rat which
reminded her of her now deceased potential mate. Travelling
at twenty kilometers-an-hour, she was nearly a hundred kilometers from the
control room when she came across the wreck.

It was a four wheel drive vehicle, only a scorched hulk by the side of
the road with its two occupants burnt to a crisp inside. From the fresh
smell of gasoline, it was obvious that the vehicle had not been there more than
a few days. It appeared as though more than vultures, snakes and rats had
survived the war.

Just after she passed the wreck she heard the motorcycles behind her. There
were three men, all had shaved heads and wore leather jackets. Even at
peak speed there was no way that Jessica could out run the bikes. She pulled
over to the side of the road and waited for them to hopefully pass. They
didn’t. Instead, they pulled slowly up behind her with wolfish grins on their
faces. Even with her hair tied up, wearing a silver environment jumpsuit, she
was obviously a woman.

The three men parked their bikes and dismounted a short distance away from
where her vehicle was parked. Forming a skirmish line with cross bows leveled,
they advanced towards her. She sat quietly in the drivers seat. Maybe she had
been speeding. Maybe someone did care. What would she say?, “Excuse me
officer the nuclear holocaust knocked down all the speed limit signs. You
know how these solar powered cars are they just drive so fast.” Unfortunately,
solar powered vehicles were about the slowest form of transportation around and
besides, these men were obviously not police officers.

As they neared her she released the catch on the window and opened it. The
lead man, who looked like a blind date she once had, licked his lips. She
smiled, gave a flirtatious wave and shot him with the tazer gun. He let out a
howl as twenty thousand volts immobilized him.

Jessica drove off, leaving the other two men staring at her in amazement. If
only they stayed that way. In her rear view mirror she could see the lead
man stagger to his feet. That wasn’t possible, the tazer gun was guaranteed
to immobilize an assailant for at least ten minutes. Now was not the time
to think about getting a refund.

He screamed to his companions as he ran towards his bike. They caught up
to her in no time. Keeping a safe distance the leader easily shot out one
of her back tires with a pistol. The car careened out of control and slammed
into a dune. Jessica’s head struck the windshield. In her daze she saw the
three men run up to her vehicle. The drivers side window was smashed with the
butt of a rifle and she was dragged out without a fight.

Everything was blurry as she was thrown on her back. One man pinned her
arms, the other her legs as the leader straddled her. He ripped open the front
of her environment suit. “No” she murmured, to dazed from her blow to the
head to put up a fight. As the leader’s hands worked lower, she saw a fourth
man running towards them.

With a terrifying speed, the new arrival struck the man holding her legs with
the butt of his rifle. As the leader turned, he received a similar blow to
the face and like his companion was put temporarily out of commission. The
man holding her arms began to draw a pistol from his belt.
Before it left its holster, he was on the ground holding his crotch. Having
been given a kick squarely in the genitals, he had no real alternative
but to writhe in pain. Jessica’s savior was on him before he could recover.
There was a slight gurgling noise as the throat of this assailant was cut.
Without wasting any time, the throats of the other two men were also slit,
this insured that they were both permanently out of commission.

Her knight in shiny armour turned out to be a knight in black leather.
Looking up from his knee high boots to his nearly military haircut, she
saw he was a veritable arsenal. With a knife strapped to his right leg,
a pistol slung low to his hip and a bandoleer of ammunition over one shoulder,
he was both handsome and threatening. He was around 5′10” with sandy blonde
hair, broad shoulders and a slim waist. The desert had hardened him; this only
added to his good looks and ferocity.

As he eyed her carefully, Jessica realized that her breasts were hanging out of
her torn jumpsuit. She pulled it over them and fixed her bra. “You aren’t
going to rape me?” she asked. Walking towards his car, he shook his head.
Jessica received conflicting feelings of relief and disappointment as the
stranger walked towards his car.

It was a black Rally Sport, Camaro, 1973 if Jessica’s guess was right. Before
the war she had dated a man obsessed with cars. Actually obsessed was a mild
term for his addiction and subsequent boring monologues on such exciting topics
as the improved carburetor intake valves in the 73 versus the 74 Camaro.
Maybe the nuclear holocaust had been a good thing.

Her savior started his car’s engine and drove it next to the bikes. With a
piece of plastic hose he started to syphon the fuel from the motorcycle
closest to his car. Once the syphonning process was started he walked back
towards her.

Jessica stood up, running her fingers through her hair, which now hung
loosely about her shoulders, she tried to compose herself. “I’d like to thank
you. My name is Jessica Martin.” she said extending her hand. He looked up
momentarily and began to search the former owners of the motorcycles.
He removed a variety of weapons and tools from each of them. Adding to
Jessica’s opinion that here was a man of fine breeding, he removed the leader’s
boots which looked to be in better shape than his own. This made Jessica’s
stomach turn; her hero was nothing more than a grave robber.

After depositing his loot in his car and starting the syphonning process
on another motorcycle, he walked towards Jessica’s
vehicle. With a wrench in one hand, he began sizing up the vehicle. “Excuse
me” Jessica stammered, “That’s my car and I would like to keep it in
one piece.” At her request he walked back towards his car and began taking
selected parts off one motorcycle.

In disgust Jessica walked to her car. It appeared to be hopelessly stuck in
the dune. Its motor refused to engage, probably because most of the battery
cells had been destroyed when she crashed. She picked up her food and what
gear she could carry and walked towards the Camaro. The third motorcycle was
now being syphonned and another bike was being stripped of useful parts.

“Excuse me”, she said “could you possible give me a ride north.”

“No” was the first word he spoke to her.

“Well, what do you expect me to do?”

“I don’t care” he replied as the flow of liquid began to dwindle from
the siphoning hose.

“You bastard. The only reason you saved me was so that you could get
more fuel for your car.” Jessica was angry, she had been used.

“No, the only reason why I saved you was that there are now three less
skags in the valley to give me trouble”.

Jessica’s anger calmed. “Take me with you.”

“No”

“Why?”

“I already have one too many mouthes to feed.”

“I have food.”

“Nope.”

In desperation and with a bit of desire, she added, “I’ll sleep with you”.

He stood up, grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her against him.
She could feel his leather jacket press against her breast. His kiss was
fierce but cold. Despite this it sent shivers through her entire body. One
top of the indignity of the forced kiss he added, “If I wanted
to sleep with you I would take you now. You are not my responsibility.”
She was angry, she had been rejected. There was a first time for everything.

Jessica thought for a moment. “I can give you fuel, food and weapons
if you can get me up to Arrow Point in the north.” His eyes lit up as
Jessica continued, “I’m from a group called the Saviors. We were placed in
cryogenic freeze before the war. After ten years the thermo units were set to
wake us up. We are all supposed to rendezvous at Arrow Point. We have
supplies and the technological know-how to start over.”

“Then, why are you alone?” he demanded.

“My companions’ thermo units failed somehow. I was the only survivor from
my group. There were nearly a hundred other groups. Those who survived
are heading towards Arrow Point”. She batted her eyelashes and tried to
look as helpless as possible. Jessica leaned forward slightly so that her
ripped jumpsuit would show off her breast. After all, this man was her
one chance at survival in this savage world.

The man leaned against his car contemplating the offer. Eyeing the dwindling
flow from the syphonning hose, he said “Alright, but on my terms.” Jessica
smiled, she still had a touch with men. She had coaxed him into taking her
along.

Fifteen minutes later Jessica and the stranger were travelling north.
Strapped into the passenger’s seat, she had both hands chained at her sides.
No matter how much she protested, he refused to have it any other way.
When he said “My terms”, he meant it. The wind blew her jumpsuit open as
they drove. It was no longer necessary for her to lean forward in order
to give him a view of her breasts. He could just look over at her, chained on
his terms and see what ever he wanted. Contrary to what she desired and
expected, he never took his eyes off the road.

He introduced himself as Jason, no last name, just Jason. Obviously,
he trusted no one. In his brief monologue, Jason told her that the valley was
ruled, for the most part, by a biker called The King. This biker leader,
had several dozen men under him who scavenged off the surrounding land and
sought to remove all undesirables from the area. They wanted total control of
the valley, while the undesirables, like Jason, sought to survive by
scavenging off the scavengers.

The main difficulty in heading north is that they would have to cross the
river. This meant either leaving the car and swimming across the cesspool
of a river, or driving across the bridge. Although the bridge was heavily
guarded, abandoning the car was not an alternative. Crossing the river was
the only way to drive out of the valley and therefore the only means of
accomplishing this was being protected. That way the King could keep
his own me from deserting and men like Jason from getting into the outside
world. More importantly, the bridge served to keep Jason’s car in the valley;
it was the most valuable item around, next to Jessica.

The roads were in fair shape as they drove. Jason’s skill at driving made
them seem in better shape then they actually were. His car made better time
than the solar power car had. On the back seat were the two battery cells
which had survived the crash of the solar car. This and some food was all
that Jason determined was salvageable from the solar car, besides Jessica.

As they drove he rested his hand on the shift. Confined by the
chain attached to her left wrist, Jessica could just barely
brush her finger tips against his hand. She did so as they drove, because
she longed for his attention and desired to please him. After all,
he had saved her life. He seemed not to notice. Giving in to instinct, he
let his hand wander and touch the side of her left breast. Her gasp of
pleasure awoke Jason from his trance. Quickly, he withdrew his hand, making
it a point not to let it rest on the stick shift anymore. Jessica wondered
why he didn’t find her desirable.

They stopped several miles from the bridge and pulled off behind a ridge.
Jason wanted to attempt the crossing at night, so there was nothing left to
do but wait out the rest of the day. Unlocking her hands, he placed
a chain around her neck. The other end of the new chain was locked to a
convenient log. Jessica sat obediently at the base of the log while
Jason lit a small fire and opened a can of food for dinner. She had no choice,
the chain around her neck kept her from running away and as an
extra precaution he had tied her hands behind her back.

As Jason heated the can over the flames, Jessica felt the gnawing of
hunger pangs. Dinner was only beef stew, but it smelt wonderful.
Jessica hadn’t eaten all day and before that, not for ten years.
After it reached the desired temperature, Jason placed the contents
of the can on a plate and began to devour it. “What about me?” Jessica
asked. This brought a smile to Jason’s face as he replied by reaching over
and striking her across the face. Following this momentary distraction,
he took a long swig from his canteen and resumed eating.

When he had finished nearly everything on his plate he slid it over to
Jessica. She looked up at him despising everything he stood for. Starving,
hands tied behind her back, she had no choice but to lick what remained of
dinner off the plate. Maintaining her strength was more important than saving
face. Once they reached Arrow Point he would pay. Surely, the Saviors
wouldn’t want such a man in their midst, nor would they allow him to exist in
the new world they would create.

Having finished what remained on the plate, Jessica lay her head down on the
log, hoping that she would sleep. This was a difficult task because she did
not find herself tired, rather she was strangely aroused. After ten years in
thermo freeze this was to be expected. It had nothing to do with her
travelling companion, the way he treated her or the way her fed her dinner.
Although the only man around was a barbarian, she couldn’t help but fantasize
that he would extract some kind of payment from her as they travelled north.
With these thoughts she drifted into sleep.

Jason nudged her with his boot. Jessica stirred and kissed his foot as she
slept. He nudged her a second time and she awoke as she prepared to kiss his
foot again. Jessica had dreamt he had torn away her foolish silver environment
suit and instead had given her several skimpy pieces of fur to wear.
Before she was allowed to accompany him to the north she was told she must
kiss his boots. She did so willingly, only to wake and discover it had
been a dream.

Night having fallen, he unchained her neck, allowing her to rise to her feet.
Leading her to the car, he chained her to the floor of the back seat. “Why
can’t I sit in the front seat?” she demanded.

Jason smiled, “If there is trouble, I don’t want my cargo damaged”.

“You bastard” she spat.

Jessica’s position did not provide her with a good view of the events which
transpired. From where she lay, it was obvious that Jason was driving at a
high speed towards the bridge. There was no light on dash board and therefore
she assumed he was driving without head lights. The ride was surprisingly
smooth despite the adverse conditions under which they travelled.
Once again she was impressed at his ability to drive. This time the
conditions were even worse, it was at night, without headlights,
on roads which had not been repaired in ten years. He truly was a rare breed
of man; she would make him pay for his arrogance.

The car accelerated suddenly. Jessica assumed that they had reached the
bridge. Bending her body upward she could see Jason with one hand
on the wheel and the other holding a pistol. The barrel was pointed out
the window. Firing several shots, he cut the wheel sharply as if
to avoid something. Thrown back on the floor by the sudden maneuver,
Jessica let out a scream as the windshield shattered spraying glass in all
directions. Even where she lay, shielded by the front seats, she was showered
by flying pieces of glass. As something large bounced off the hood of the
car, it did not waver from its course for a moment. Obviously, some `skag’
had gotten in Jason’s way. The car roared on steadily and Jessica realized
that they had reached safety.

After a seemingly endless amount off time Jason pulled over.
Lifting her carefully from the back seat, he asked if she was all right.
Jessica nodded, having been taken aback by his sudden change in attitude.
He had been so tender carrying her from the back seat and seemed to caress her
as he dusted the pieces of glass from the outside of her jumpsuit.

Jason’s face was covered with blood. This didn’t seem to bother him
and Jessica knew enough first aid to realize that even the smallest
facial wound bleeds torrents. Jessica felt a tinge of sadness as he removed
the neck chain and untied her hands. “Take off your clothes.” he said as
he removed his jacket. Jessica juiced in anticipation. He brushed
the glass off his shirt and shook his jacket out. Instead of throwing her
on her back and using her, he placed his jacket around her and shook the glass
out of her jump suit.

Ignoring her, he made sure there was no glass left in her jump suit. The only
passion he could muster was a look minor look of disdain for her foolish
choice of attire in a post nuclear world. Jessica could only glare at him.
She had been rejected again. With her standing there in only her skimpy
undergarments, how could he be immune to her beauty?

She took off his jacket and her bra exposing her breasts to him. Her nipples
were erect with desire but all Jason could muster was a perplexed look.
Jessica removed her lacy bra and brought it to her mouth in order to moisten
it. “Its cotton” she said “It is the only thing I have that will clean up
the blood properly.” This obviously did not include the first aid kit which
sat idly in her pack on the back seat.

Leaning forward she brought her left breast within inches of his mouth
as she wiped the blood from his face. For a moment his whole body
tightened. Almost immediately, Jason regained his composure as Jessica
felt his body relax again. Either he was gay or he had tremendous self
control. Jessica deliberately poked the cut on his forehead in a feigned
attempt to clean it. He didn’t flinch, although she knew it must have hurt.

Rejected, she stormed back to the car and got the first aide kit. Walking
back towards Jason she started to cry. “You faggot” she screamed, throwing
the kit at him. Easily ducking the projectile, he walked towards her. Jessica
longed and expected to be struck. Instead he stood there and for the first
time appeared to be unsure of what to do.

Still sobbing she cried, “You don’t love me. You don’t find me attractive.”

Jason took a step backwards, taken aback as her tears turned quickly
into anger. Lunging forward, her nails dug into his exposed shoulders.
Grabbing her arms, he forced her to the ground. Once he was occupied with her
razor sharp finger nails, Jessica brought her head up and sunk her teeth into
his shoulder. “You bitch” he grunted, striking her across the face with the
back of his hand.

Reeling from the blow, she fell back to the ground. He dove on top of
her as she brought her knee up to greet him. Twisting his hips to the side he
took the potentially fatal blow on his right thigh. One hand
grabbed both her wrists while the other tore her panties off.
Having removed the final obstacle from her body, Jason opened his pants.
Jessica’s hands were held over her head, she was helpless. He penetrated
her thrusting into her fiercely. Each blow brought him closer and closer
to ecstasy. Finally, he exploded inside her with one last powerful thrust.
Lying there, Jessica realized that she had been used; forced against her will
to give him pleasure, after all she was only a woman.

Jessica lay blissfully, in his arms. After a while, she crawled away
for a moment to where he discarded her neck chain. With the chain
dangling between her red lips, she crawled humbly back to him. Jason
smiled as he put the chain around her neck, fastening the other side
somewhere underneath the car.

He wrapped one arm around Jessica and clutched he long silky hair with
his free hand. “Listen to me” he said “I already lost someone special
in this bitch of a world. I’m not planning on loosing you. Do it my way, on
my terms and we will survive.”

“Yes, master” she replied as a tear of joy fell from her eye. Jessica
hoped she would make him happy. He loved her and had opened up to her
by letting her into his life. By overcoming his loss and loving her,
Jessica was left with no choice but to reciprocate his feelings by becoming
his slave.

The next morning Jessica woke to find a plate with the remainder of
breakfast on it. Without using her hands she ate it.

Jason was busy in the car. He had removed the shattered windshield and
was doing something behind the front seats. Removing the chain
from where it was fastened underneath the car he pulled Jessica to her feet.
“I made something for you.” he said.

The floor behind the front seats was covered with several blankets and
a piece of small fur. There was also a pillow there. “It is your
slave nest. We don’t want your beauty to attract undesired attention and
we wouldn’t want you hurt.”

“Yes, master” she replied.

“By the way”, he added, “I want you to use that piece of fur to make
yourself a more suitable outfit.” She nodded. “Also, I also don’t feel it
would be in my, I mean our best interest to head towards Arrow Point right
now. I think the `perfect’ society would be too restrictive.” Kissing her
he added, “I have everything I could possibly want right now.”

“Yes, master”, she cried giving him a kiss. “I will make an outfit
which I hope you will find pleasing.”

“I find the one you are wearing now quite pleasing”. With that he
placed her on all fours and took advantage of her lack of attire.

“Yes, master” she cried.

Not the same kind of adventures the old timers had on those sailing vessels,
though. Those days belong to ancient history.

I’m talking about bedroom adventures. That was what I was looking for when
I started out and I’m still looking for them, although I have had them all
around the world.

I’ve been a pussy freak since I was 12. I guess you could describe me as a
seaman by trade and a lover by inclination.

I’ve read these articles by different guys who said one certain ethnic type
of woman was the best balling. I’ve tried them all and I can’t say that…
they are ALL good!

But don’t let anyone tell you that women are the same all over the world
either. They are all different. Basically built the same of course, but
still different in so many wonderful, interesting ways.

In Asia, Africa and Latin America, the only women a sailor can get close to
is a professional. Married women don’t dare play around and single girls live
at home and are closely guarded.

But those whores are different than these walking cash register, these
automatic pussies we have here in the States. Those Asian, African and Latin
American hookers enjoy what they do for a living and even the best of them ask
so little in terms of US currency that it is almost free.

And of course, here in the States, and in most European countries and
Australia, even a seaman doesn’t have to pay for pussy.

In England, Scotland and Australia, there is a certain type of broad that
automatically gets an itchy crotch whenever she spots a seafaring man. And
don’t think we can’t be spotted. No matter how casually we dress, the broads
spot us by our tanned faces and rolling stride.

In Liverpool, I balled a young broad AND her mom in a space of ten hours.
Joyce was a long legged brunette beauty who worked in a Liverpool office and
hung around waterfront bars because she had a thing for seamen.

I took her out for a few drinks then we went to her parents house. It
turned out that her father was retired British Navy and her brother was in the
merchant marine.

We had a friendly visit, drank a lot of beer, then casually as anything,
Joyce and I went to bed. Her parents didn’t seem to mind at all. They seemed
to take it all for granted.

I balled Joyce most of the night. Then she had to go to sleep so she could
get up in time for work. In the morning, she left me in bed and went to work.
That was when her mom came in and asked me what I’d like for breakfast.

It seemed that the old man had also gone to work and the mother and I were
alone in the house. She was a prettyy dark-eyed, prematurely gray woman in
her mid forties, a bit on the hefty side, but still sexy.

When I told her what I wanted for breakfast she blushed, then giggled, but I
got what I wanted. I have always enjoyed eating pussy for breakfast.

I was out in the Pacific islands before they got too fucked up. They were
fucked up by the GI’s to a certain extent but the tourists hadn’t started
going there yet. These Polynesian broads were probably the best, if there is
such a thing as best. I always liked their directness. To them, sex was no
big deep, dark secret. It was something you did for fun, like dancing or
swimming.

The Arab whores in Beruit and Dar Es Salaam are something else. They’ve
been trained since childhood in the arts of pleasing a man. The only trouble
is you have to make sure you never fuck around when you don’t have a couple of
pals along. You could end up a naked corpse with a slit throat.

The Filipino babes are out of sight too. They have the tightest cunts in
the world, even the hookers. But in Manilia, you ahve to be careful and not
get fooled by a benabae, a drag queen. In the Phillipines it isn’t easy to
tell the difference.

But what the hell, who cares?

The merchant marine is a great career for a pussy freak. Naturally you go
weeks without any, but you can sure make up for it whenever you go ashore!

I got home from work this one Friday, feeling somewhat kinky and in
the mood for something wild and crazy. I went to the bedroom and
stripped out of my work clothes, then to the bathroom for a relaxing
bath. I began to wash myself, sliding my soapy hand over my neck to my
breasts, down my stomach then down between my legs, and began playing
with myself thinking about the first time I had an orgasm by another
man. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had men bring me to orgasm before, before
I was married, but, for some reason this time was different, maybe
because my husband was present. Anyway, the next thing I knew, he was
making love to me and I was cumming off whispering to myself over and
over, fuck me, fuck me, almost feeling as the warmth his own climax
enter my body, filling every inch inside of me. Then I came. I laid in
the hot tub for several minutes as the vision faded along with my
orgasm, then stepped out of the tub and dryed myself.

I remember walking to the dresser saying to myself, so, he want’s
me to fuck other men huh, ok, I’ll fuck’em, I’ll fuck every man in
sight! I’ll give him one night he’ll never forget! and picked out a
black skirt, black see thru blouse, bra and a very very sexy black lace
teddy with attached garters and last, a pair of sheer black stocking. I
want back to the bathroom and shaved my legs then my pussy, which I’ve
kept nice and smooth for years. I then dressed and put on my make-up,
red lipstick with gloss and bright red nail polish.

I met my husband at the door telling him to hurry and get changed
because we were going out! He thinking the outfit was for him asked what
was the occasion. I told him, I decided to give him what he always
wanted, and to get ready before I changed my mind. Needless to say he
was ready in a half an hour, and at the club in 15 minutes.

On the way to the club, I told my husband that we should sit at
different tables and I would “try” to come on to another guy and get
something going. Of course, he said, with the way your dressed, count on
it?

We both walked into the club about 8:30 PM and went our separate
ways, I at a table by the dance floor and my husband at the bar.

The night seemed long, as I wondered just how I was to come on to
these guys. I danced with a few, trying different approaches towards
them, none which seemed to work, then dancing with this one guy, I
decided to try something direct, while dancing a slow dance I slid my
hand down to his ass, pulling him very close to me I whispered to him, I
am very very wet. The guy said in return well maybe I can do something
about that. I said, somewhat turned on, lets go. Well, we walked out of
the club to his car and got in the back seat and began kissing and
kissing and feeling and feeling, his hand up my dress fingering me, my
hand on his cock feeling him getting harder and harder, finally breaking
our kissing I opened his pants and lowered my lips on his cock. His
finger continued playing with my clit while my lips worked on him when
suddenly I began to cum, and cum, and cum. Not long after, he began to
moan then I felt my mouth being filled with his hot sperm, swallowing it
all, thinking to myself, this isn’t any different than doing it with my
husband. I reached under my skirt and pulled open the snaps from my
teddy and laid back on the seat pulling him on me, rubbing his cock on
my pussy putting him inside of me. He fucked and fucked and fucked me,
finally pulling out saying, he couldn’t do it anymore. Understanding, I
sat up and snapped my teddy and said to him, maybe next time, and
returned to the club.

While slow dancing with my husband, I filled him in step by step on
everything I did, then returned again to my table and ordered a drink.
Sometime later, I was asked to dance by a not so bad looking guy, he
looked younger than I, but I thought, what the hell and asked him back
to my table. His name was Bob and was 22, (about 10 years younger than
me) blond hair and blue eyes and a not so bad looking body. Bob didn’t
seem the least bit intimidated what so ever by the age difference, and
didn’t try to come off older than he was, in fact he looked older than
he was. I almost felt a little guilty of my intentions, but, on the
other hand, he was still a man, all men are alike probably even as we
talked was thinking of a way he could get into my panties. The funny
thing was, I was thinking of a way of getting to get “him” into my
panties, so to speak.

As we talked, my mind skipped to the back seat of that guys car,
still not believing that I did WHAT I did. Sucking this guy was one
thing, but what really turned me on for some reason was him cumming in
my mouth and swallowing it. The more I thought about it the more turned
on I seemed to get. I then fantasized sex with this guy. By this time, I
was so hot, I actually felt a tingle between my legs, I had to excuse
myself and go to the ladies room and cool off before I came right there.
I sat on the seat in the stall and felt myself, I couldn’t believe how
wet I was, I totally soaked my teddy, then began fingering myself, I was
on my way towards the big O, my body at its highest erotic peek, almost
lost in my own pleasures, when all of a sudden pulled my hand away,
thinking, no, I want to save this, I want to be totally out of control,
I want this guy. As hard as it was, I wiped myself and buttoned up then
stood in front of the mirror and applied lipstick to my lips, then
returned to the table and Bob. I thought to myself, it’s either now or
never and said, trying not to come on to strong, but to the point and
yet still be some what of a lady, “wanna go somewhere else”?? the guy
reaction was, where? almost as he knew what I had in mind, I coyly
replied, how about someplace a little more private. Bob looked at me and
I looked at Bob, waiting for his answer, running my tongue over the edge
of my glass. As Bob finally began to speak, I felt little flutters in my
stomach, not sure what he might say, wanting him so much to say lets go.
Bob proceeded saying, he would go anywhere with me, but there was one
problem, and that was that he had driven 2 of his other friends and he
didn’t feel it would be right to go off and leave then stranded.

I thought for a minute then said to Bob, I have a great idea if you
and your friends willing, we all could have a little fun. Bob replied,
what exactly did you have in mind, I said, well if you guys wanted, we
all could go someplace a little private and try something different.

Bob said, let me get this straight, you’d be willing to take on 3
guys, I replied, the way I’m feeling right now, sure would. Bob then
said, sounds good to me, give me a few minutes and I’ll try to find my
friends, then took off. I went up to the bar to where my husband was and
filled him on what was about to happen then told him I might not be home
tonight. He was most excited about the whole thing, I then gave him a
little kiss and wiggled my fingers, see ya later.

I walked around the club looking for Bob, finding him by the ladies
room talking to some guys. Thinking they just might be the ones I’d be
with tonight I walked over to them more to get a better look, I looked
at them and thought to myself, not bad, not bad at all, then turned and
went into the ladies room to freshen up a bit, in another words, put on
more lipstick and a little dab of perfume in just the right places. I to
was quite excited about our little get together and was ready and
willing to do just about anything, and was sure I would be doing just
about everything. I walked out of the bathroom and found Bob standing in
the same place he was in when I passed him talking to the same guys and
walked to him. Turns out that they were the guys. Bob introduced his
friends to me, Jerry and Don and said, they would be more than happy to
take me up on my offer, I said, great, shall we go. All 4 of us walked
out of the club into the parking lot to Bobs car, I got into the front
while Jerry and Don got into the back, and drove off. Bob asked where I
would like to go, I just said, find the closest hotel. Bob drove a few
blocks and pointed to a sign lit up saying VACANCY and said, how about
this place, looks like they might have a room, I said, It looks as good
as any. Bob parked the car and went into the hotel to register and
returned shortly holding a room key saying were in room 121.

I suddenly became very nervous as we walked around to the room,
not wanting to back out or anything like that, it was just, I was hoping
I could fully perform my duties as a woman and be able to please these
guys in any and every way.

Finding the room, Bob placed the key in the hole and opened the
door, allowing me to enter first. I walked in the room followed by the
other 3 guys and walked to the bed sitting on the edge crossing my legs,
pulling my skirt down over my knee, still holding on to the fact, that I
still am a lady, at least for a little while longer. I was really
nervous now, as I watched Bob close and lock the door, then pull the
curtains closed. I guess I knew things would come down to this sooner or
later, although it was only a little over an hour ago when Bob asked me
to dance, which seemed like only 5 minutes to me and now, look where I
am, how times flies when your having fun. One part of me wanted to be
back at the club and the other part of me wanted to be here.

Bob came over to where I was sitting and sat next to me, not just
jumping into it, he placed his arm around me and we began to kiss. Bob
was a good looking guy and I was glad things got started with him first,
he made me feel very comfortable and relaxed, as if I was totally his,
with no else around. As we continued kissing, our tongues danced in each
others mouth, my legs became unfolded but remained pressed together as
he laid me on the bed. Shortly after being in my new position Bob broke
the erotic session of kissing and looked at me running his finger over
my face, down my neck to my breast, nicely tucked under my clothes like
present waiting to be opened. One by one he began to unbutton my blouse,
telling me how sexy I was, then moved the sheer black material off both
sides of my body. The idea of being undressed by a man was very much of
a turn to me, although most of the other time (when my husband wanted a
3 some) I was just wearing a teddy or something less and stripped it off
myself. Being with Bob for the moment made me almost forget that there
were other eyes watching me every step of the way. Bobs finger traced
the entire edges of my bra on both sides of my breasts almost as if he
was deciding what to do next, finally, pulled the top of my teddy off my
breasts and unsnapped my bra, exposing my not so large but excited
breasts and cupped his hand over one, slightly squeezing and gently
punching the nipple, then the other, sending wonderful signals through
my whole body.

Bob moved his hand off my breasts and started to tongue and lick my
nipple while at the same time began moving his hand on my leg, sliding
farther and farther up my skirt. For some reason it seemed easier to
expose by breasts than it was to spread my legs, maybe because woman’s
breasts are the visible part of our body. Realizing that this was really
it, the final step, time to show all. Feeling a bit embarrassed, knowing
the other guys were watching and knowing they were next,I spread my legs
letting his hand slid up my leg and over my crotch, His finger snaked
inside of my teddy darting in and out of my very moist hole then began
flicking over my clit, bringing me to the point I’ve waited for all
night, ORGASM, and I wanted him to make me cum. I was moaning and
panting continuous as his finger worked on my love bud, saying, Oh God
Yes , Don’t Stop, I’m Gonna cum, my body shivering and shaking trying to
cum but yet holding off as long as I could, then let go, exploding into,
what seemed as a never ending series of orgasms. My present lover got
off the bed and began to undress, while I continued laying, my hand
cupped over my crotch still in another world.

Bob returned to the bed moving me up on the pillow, and crawled
between my legs which opened automatically, and pulled open the snaps
from my teddy saying now to get a better look. After commenting on how
sexy it looks he lowered his head and began running his lips over my
soft mound kissing the smooth area working his way down to the slit
parting the lips and running his tongue over the length darting in my
already very wet hole. Bob finished licking then leaned over me placing
his over than average size cock at my hole and with slight difficulties
slowly eased in until every inch (of what looked to me was at least 8 or
9 inches) was inside of me. I began moaning from the second he started
to enter me, part was pure pleasure of him making love to me, the other
was a bit painful as Bob was much larger and thicker than my husband or
my other lovers, I almost felt like a virgin once again, having sex for
the first, as I felt my opening being spread wide open which I quickly
overcame with his total entrance in me. All sense of my lady like
appearance faded with my last orgasm as my moaning was non-stop and
increased as he pumped his huge organ faster and faster in me, my legs
tightly wrapped around him. A very strange and unusual thing happen,
Bob whispered to me and asked if it was ok for him to cum inside of me,
I giggled and said, you bet , and something like, in between my moans,
give it all to me, I want to feel your hot juice inside me. Bob began
panting, slowing down a bit, I could feel as his cock began to swell and
get ultra extra hard (I love that feeling when a man is about to cum)
then he arched in me OOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhh, as I felt pulse after pulse
after pulse of his hot orgasm shoot deep into me. Bob laid breathlessly
panting on me, slowly moving his member in me, then got up leaving me on
the bed and went to the bathroom.

At Bobs return to the bed, he stood at the bottom looking at me
finger a large amount of cum had dripped from my hole, and applying some
to my lips, licking it off. Bob remarked, what a sight, I sat up looking
down at the large white globs of cum sitting at the opening oozing out,
while the other guys gathered around to also see. Bob then collected his
clothes and began to dress saying he was going out to get some beer and
would return shortly. As I stood up, feeling large amounts of cum
dripping down my leg, I cupped my hand on my crotch and smeared it all
over then licked it from my fingers, giving these guys a little show,
then made my way to the bathroom for a little clean-up. I returned to
the bedroom with my teddy and bra back in place but left my blouse
unbuttoned (it looked sexier that way), straighten my skirt and
re-snapped the crotch of my teddy, and went over to the closest guy,
Jerry, and started kissing him, and feeling his hard cock through his
pants, then slid down into a kneeling position and proceeded opening his
pants pulling them down to his knees, only to see his erection bulging
through his bikini briefs, with about an inch or so past the head
peeking out from the top. I began running my finger over the shaft
feeling the shape of his hard cock through the soft material. Not
wanting just yet to remove them, I moved my lips to his cock sliding my
tongue over the material up to the bare skin exposed, then to the head
licking off the large drops of semen that formed.

Jerry slid my blouse off my shoulder and off one arm at a time,
then lifted me up and pulling down my teddy and opened my bra, once
again exposing my small breasts. Having sex with these guys, so far, was
nothing I had expected, I figured we’d get into the room and everyone
would undress and have a free-for-all with me. As Jerry caressed my
breasts with his mouth his hands moved around my waist pulling down the
zipper of my skirt, and with much ease slid it down my hip, letting it
fall to the floor. I stepped out of the skirt as Jerry moved me towards
the bed and laid me down, then he removed his underwear and joined me on
the bed. We french kissed for a short time feeling each others body, I,
feeling his cock, sliding my fingers over the slimy drops of semen that
oozed out, while he, had his hand inside my teddy crotch, fingering my
hole and clit. After our short but erotic kissing session, I pulled
opened the snaps of my teddy then moved myself around and on him 69,
immediately taking his cock into my mouth, sliding my lips up and down
the entire shaft, while at the same time, Jerry’s tongue moved over
every inch of my cunt, darting in and out of my hole, then hungrily
licked my love bud. After only about 10 minutes of making love to his
cock with my mouth he began moaning, then felt his cock began to swell,
then BOOM, felt as his hot load hit the back of my throat. Wrapped up
within my own orgasm, I swallowed every drop of cum that entered my
mouth, just then, as I reached the point of no return the door opened
and Bob walked in, I climaxed. I, still on top of Jerry, sucking the
head of his cock, and licking my lips, looked at Bob as he walked over
to the bed, Ummmmmmmmmm, tasted sooooo good. Bob replied, give that lady
a BUD! Jerry then said as I moved off him, God, that was good, no woman
has ever sucked me like that before, and swallowed all of it to. most
girls, at least the ones I can talk into sucking me, won’t let me cum in
their mouth’s, and the ones that do, just spit it out. I remarked
pulling the tab open from a can of beer, I am the best, Jerry simply
said, you sure are, I remarked once again, I never had any complaints
yet.

Taking a little break, and a few minutes to digest my previous
lovers orgasm, I sat down by a small table located by the front window
pulling up the thin material of my teddy over my breasts, and talked a
bit while I sipped on my beer. During the course of our talking, Bob
asked me a question, he said, now be honest, an average woman does not
offer to go off with 3 guys, and I can tell right off your not a hooker,
so, what’s a nice girl doing with the 3 of us. I thought for a second
and said, you want the real truth, ok, It’s my husband’s idea. His
fantasy was for me to dress up like a whore and pick a guy and well, let
him do what ever he wanted with me, but, I don’t think he’d have
expected me to end up with the 3 of you, then proceeded in telling them
about the guy I met before Bob and how my husband got so turned on when
I told him how I sucked him in the back seat of his car and swallowed
his orgasm, and how the guy tried to fuck me, but couldn’t. then said,
which wasn’t good enough for him, he wanted me to find some guy to fuck
me and cum in me Their first reaction was, wow, your married, and your
husband want’s you to fuck other men. Bob then said, well, if that’s
what he want’s, we’ll give you something to tell him, won’t we. I
replied, I sure will.

I finished my second beer, and looked at Don waiting looking as if
he was going to be left out, the only guy, who has not yet had sex with
me yet, and got up and moved to where he was sitting crawling up between
his legs on the bed taking his cock in my hand jerking it off a bit,
sliding my fingers over the goo that I squeezed from the head, then
leaned down and took him in my mouth. After a few minutes of sucking
Don, I felt my legs being spread apart and someone poking a cock at my
hole, and began fucking me doggie style. I continued humping Dons cock
in my mouth till he orgasmed, again, swallowing every ounce of his cum.
Then feeling the familiar pulse inside me, I knew Jerry, who was doing
me doggie, had cum. With his cock still in me, I sat up throwing my arms
around Jerry behind me and started kissing him while his hands caressed
my breasts. My hand moved down to my cunt feeling as Jerry’s cock slid
in and out of my hole, then began fingering some of the cum on my clit
till once again I orgasmed.

After my return from cleaning myself, I grabbed a beer taking a
short break. Afterwards, Bob lead me over to the bed and laid me down,
then started rubbing his cock over my nipple, he then positioned himself
over my chest placing his huge cock first in my mouth getting it wet
then between my tits sliding back and forth while I squeezed them
together. After about 15 or 20 minutes of dick sucking, tit fucking, Bob
sat up grabbing his cock jerking it off and came, shooting his load all
over my face, in my mouth and neck and tits, I reached up rubbing the
white thick goo all over my face and lips licking my fingers, while Bob
smeared the cum over my tits with his cock and putting it in my mouth to
lick off.

After yet another trip to the bathroom, I returned to the bed, and
addressed Dan, while fingering myself, telling him how much I’d love to
feel him inside me. Dan moved to the bed and began licking my cunt for a
short time, then positioned himself on top of me, and slipped his cock
in my hole, while at the same time I fingered my clit, until we both
orgasmed together.

On my last trip to the bathroom, I took my clothes, cleaned up and
dressed, as the other guys were when I came out. We checked out of the
hotel and they drove me home, where my husband fucked me, cumming 3
times as I told him of the story above.

Janet was just as well build as she was and just as horny. Her
boyfriend had his dick up her ass and she was moaning in pleasure. She
saw us in the doorway and told me to come in. I looked at Barbara and she
nodded “yes”. I walked in and she followed me in. Now my dick was fully
awake and wanted to get in on some action. I got in front of Janet and
started kissing her and massaging the outside her pussy with on hand and
caressing her tits with the other. Meanwhile, Barbara got behind Mark and
stroked his long dick while he was sliding in and out of Janet. She
pressed her body against his back and was starting to fondle the crack of
his ass.

My aching dick was begging for attention. Janet wanted to be
massaged. So I penetrated her insides with my fingers. She moaned more
as I gently stroked inside her. She was dripping wet and wanted more. As
she moaned and got closer to her climax she kissed harder and we sucked on
each others’ tongues harder. She asked for another finger inside her.
Not wanting to disappoint her, I entered another and soon after another.
I didn’t wanted to damage her and her pussy opened up and relaxed just
long enough to let me in. Finally she yell “Yes! Yes!” I had entered my
whole hand inside her up to my wrist. I moved my hand gently at the same
rythm as Mark was sliding his tool in and out of her back side. Janet
started shuddering in the wild ecstasy of orgasm and her juices came
flowing.

At the same time Mark started cumming, Barnara pulled him out and
grabbed his tall cock and sucked on it to get all the cum. At the same
time, I slowly took out my dripping hand in insert my waiting dick to feel
the throb of her pussy. As her sensation subsided, I started feeling the
massive pleasure wave build inside me. She sensed this, pulled me out,
she laid back on the bed, slipped under me while I was on my knees, and
placed my dick between her breasts and pressed them together so I could
tit fuck her. She massaged her tits and nipples and I came and she spread
the cum all over herself.

By then, Mark was done with his load and when Barbara saw me cum all
over her sister’s chest, she let go of Mark’s flacid dick and started
licking the cum off Janet’s chest. The 2 sisters seemed to become
desperately hungry for cum. They started pushing each other for a
position to get the drops of cum. As my orgasm ended, they were both
trying to suck the drops off my dick. I grabbed a tit from each girl to
try keep cumming and have the moment last longer.

As I relaxed, Janet lay quietly, still enjoying the sensations of her
massive orgasm. Barbara was eager to get her turn, so Mark worked with
her tits and started sucking on her pussy vigorously. Although he was
still out of commission for a little while, he was glad to help out a girl
in distress. Barbara arched back and tilted her head back as if the
motion would draw his togue deeper inside her. She wanted more and had a
finger in her mouth as if she wanted to suck on a dick at the same time.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t ready for another round yet. Then Janet saw the
desire in Barbara and got up and walked toward the closet and opened it.
On one shelf was a huge rubber cock. It had veins like copper plumbing
and must have been 12″ long and 4″ in diameter. It had the right flesh
color and looked almost real. Janet stuck it inside her once about half
way to get some of her pussy juice on it and went to Barbara. She gave it
to her and Barbara started sucking on the end of it. She looked like she
wanted to get the whole thing in her mouth. That cock seemed to be the
thing she was missing for the moment. She came in a massive orgasm and
shook the whole bed. Mark was still eating her and licked up all the
juices that flowed from her.

Then she started relaxing and absorbing the pleasure of the feeling of
her orgasm. She put the rubber cock next to her and stroked it as she
continued to enjoy the feeling inside her.

We all relaxed quietly next to one another. I was thinking about the
experience we had just had. I glanced at the clock and finally noticed it
was 10:30 in the morning. The day was still young. As it turned out, we
stayed with each other the rest of the day to try out some more new
experiences.

I’ve long been fascinated by the idea of group sex. I’ve never tried
it, but it’s part of my fantasies.

I asked a friend who has participated in a number of these scenes and
he said “It’s a bit disappointing. People usually just pair off and
have sex in couples as if they were alone”.

Does group sex ever turn out to involve a lot of people simultaneously
involved with each other? What is the ideal setting for group sex? How
many participants are the ideal number?

Peter

Peter

I’d say not more than 3 or 4.. depending on what you have in mind.
Anymore than that, and things just become too distracting!

Terry

20-May-86 10:32:46

Dear Terry:

3 or 4 … do you think the best would be two males and two females, or
some other configuration? And if 3, should they be two girls and a man
or two men and a girl?

Peter

Peter,

To each his or her own as it were, but 2 couples, 2 male and 2 female
seemed best to me. I also have heard of problems with 3’s, but I think
the ultimate solution is just to have compatible people to begin with.
I’ve had wonderful times with 2 men and a woman, and know of a case
where just the reverse was true.

Terry
: * Peter *

Well … my own experience in a couple of such group occasions has been
that the participants didn’t separate off into couples, but pretty much
kept things going on a group level, i.e., everybody was both giving and
receiving mucho stimulation from everyone else. An important
consideration at these times was that the people involved (two men and
two women, plus yours truly) were on the bisexual end of
heterosexuality, so that when us lasses got all sort of wrapped up in
each other, the men participating felt comfortable with giving each
other a hand (so to speak), instead of just keeping their distance from
each other. On the whole, the experience was wonderful, and, I’d
recommend it for folks who want to have some extra-special fun with
close friends.
B.

23-May-86 09:00:07

Dear Brenda:

I’m delighted to learn that it can be as much fun as I imagine it to
be. I suppose that there has to be at least some element of bisexuality
for it to get much beyond the pairing-off into couples stage, and that
you would have to choose the participants with this in mind.

How did you get the whole thing started? Did it just sort of happen, or
did you plan it in advance?

Huggs … Peter

23-May-86 18:04:31

Peter

Well, these cheery events happened at a couple of conventions. There
wasn’t really planning as such. We *had* planned to meet with each
other at some point during the con, and it all started out as just some
people sitting around digesting a wonderful dinner. Then, with everyone
sprawled out on the bed, limbs entangled and some pleasant
conversation, we all just sort of gradually starting fiddling with each
other’s hair, and tickling necks, and dropping quick sweet pecks on
shoulders and such, and then someone took someone else’s shirt off, and
it sort of got all mushy and sexy from there.

I haven’t been involved in group sex for a little while now, a couple
of years, but even if the opportunity never pops up again (heaven
forfend!) I treasure those hours greatly.

B.

23-May-86 19:07:45

Brenda
Sounds like I should go to more conventions! I bet it wasn’t a computer
business convention!

Huggs … Peter

25-May-86 09:14:40

Peter
You’re right about that. It was a science-fiction con, actually. Those
folks can get a mite wild given the least excuse. I think it’s a
reflection of the interest itself, people have to be quite open-minded
to accept, for a while, the possibile reality of whatever future, past,
or alternate world that is being written about. And I think this
willingness to open one’s self up to ideas other than those one might
have been taught or pressured into believing, spills over into a lot of
other areas of an sf fan’s life. For what it’s worth (whoops, I meant,
“For what it’s worth,”) I know that there are particular hotbeds of
sf fans who first were exposed to, and became comfortable with, the
idea of group sex through the Robert Heinlein book, STRANGER IN A
STRANGE LAND.

B.

25-May-86 14:04:59

Brenda
So science fiction is where you can make your fantasies come true!
Thanks for the reference to the book – I’ll definitely look it up. I
have recently been told about John Norman’s series of books about GOR,
which also combine science fiction with eroticism. I am looking forward
to reading some of those.

Best wishes … * Peter *

25-May-86 20:53:22

as in many areas, three is the magic number.

25-May-86 22:39:1

Dear Harley,

I thought *seven* was the magic number. Three? Listen, m’love…
when a man says *three*, what he means is: two women and one man! I
think that’s a bit selfish and I’m sure you’ll agree!

Now if we could change the makeup of that threesome…..hmmmm.

Hugggs,
Eleanor

25-May-86 23:09:16

So how would you construct a sevensome, (septet?), Eleanor?

By the way, are you aware of the implications of writing Hmmmmmm on
this board?

Higgs …. Peter

26-May-86 19:08:26

Dear Smug Elly-
Actually, I WAS thinking of two men and one women.
It takes 2 men to cope with a woman, you see. they can lend each
other the emotional support that is needed so much when dealing with
you female types.
Peanut Butter huggs
Harley

26-May-86 21:52:29

shade baby blue eyes>

Oh!

Just *emotional* support?

Oreo Hugggs,
Eleanor

Dear Peter,

I’m pretty much unaware of the implications of everything.

A septet? Depends on who wants the septet, I think. If *I* were going
to have a septet, it would have to be six men and me. Does that sound
a bit greedy? Anyway, they would be my age or older (40+) and they
would all madly adore me. And then…..and then…..

Hey Peter. In Tibet they have polyandry! A woman often marries all of
the brothers in a family. Sound great to me. One to earn a good
living; one to do the yard work; one to keep house; one to take care of
the kids; one to run errands; and one to do the bookwork. Wow! *I*
would have to spend those days reading or strolling in the well-kept
garden.

You may not hear from me for a while. I’m checking OAG for flights to
Lhasa!

Huggggs,
Eleanor

Oh Don’t go, Eleanor! If you leave us all seven of us will miss you
terribly!

Huggs..Peter

Gosh Peter!!!!!

You left out one tiny detail —————————->

DETAIL——–> WHICH SEVEN ???????

Hug, hug, hug, hug, hug, hug, hug!
Eleanor

28-May-86 00:16:59

Me, Me, Me, Me, Me, Me and Me

Higgs from all of us …. Peter

28-May-86 15:47:14

Actually, Elly dear, two men are needed so that one can hold the
member of the gentle gender down so the other can do something other
than screw for abit.
with milk, (chocolate, of course)
Harley t/

My experience with ‘groups’ was always with small ones; two girls and
me, or two girls and two guys. Generally sex occurred in pairs with an
occasional real threesome. It would seem to me that for larger real
GROUP sex in every sense of the term, some tendency towards bisexuality
becomes a prerequisite. I guess I haven’t got those tendencies. For me
to have sex with another male even in the room, I have to know him
pretty well!
w.w.

Dear William

I agree. I’d have a problem in having to deal with other males in a
group sex situation. Perhaps my group sex fantasies are really harem
fantasies – other men just don’t come into them!

Peter

oooh! oooh! oooh! oooh! oooh! oooh! oooh!

Gosh, Peter. I didn’t know you did windows, too!

Hugggs X 7 !
Eleanor

< b l u s h >

Hugggs,
Eleanor

ROGER

CONTACT WITH THE OTHER MEN WAS LIMITED IN MOST INSTANCES TO NON-SEXUAL
MASSAGE THE FEMALES INVOLVED WERE ADEQUATE TO DEAL WITH THE SEXUAL ASPECTS

Greta spent most of her mornings behind her desk, dutifully working.

She was a Dutch girl from Utrecht, and she took her job pretty seriously. But every now and then she clicked over to a Dutch women’s forum to read up on other women and their bumps. Most of the topics were standard – about hormones and the nesting instinct – but one caught her eye.

‘Does your pregnancy make you insatiable?’it read in Dutch. She went on to explore the list and read the testimonies of many different Dutch women who found themselves not only with morning sickness in the first trimester, but craving physical attention from their husbands.

Though she would blush to admit it to anyone in the office, these women were right. She had never felt (or it seemed looked) as sexy as she did when she was pregnant.

Her ash brown hair looked alive. The early wrinkles under her eyes seemed to heal up.

It must be a girl she thought – for all of these female hormones to be exploding all over her body.

‘Oh my God – it’s so sexy’ she thought. She thought of her husband Max fucking her the way he did. He was a really good lay – and he had a nice sized dick. Just the thoughts of sizing up her husbands elephant trunk exciting her and she thought she really just had to go pee to cool herself off, and let some of that hot piss satisfy her for now.

She got up from the desk and started to walk towards the door when Robert came in.

Robert was about 7 years younger than she was, she reckoned, and he was the cutest boy at work – the one that was a little shy, but with a sweet side. The one, who if stuck on a desert island with, she would have no problem using to continue the human species.

‘Good morning, Robert,’she said in her soft Germanic accent. ‘Good morning, Greta’he replied. There was something so comforting in his body – she thought. Whenever she had to get close to him in the office it was as if every muscle relaxed. Sex signals, she thought. Radar. She was no twit. Buts she had a date to go the restroom and to ease her itch.

In the restroom she guided herself towards the last stall and sat down. There was a newspaper on the floor and she began to read on about those funny Americans Jessica Simpson and Angelina Jolie – as her naked finger snaked its way up and down her ravine.

She looked down and she liked what she saw. She loved her vagina – and she loved it more now that she was pregnant. She loved tracing a signature over her pink lips and relished pushing her clit ever so slightly. She began to work her slender fingers and developed a sort of groove or rhythm as she read on about the news. She knew she really shouldn’t get off in the ladies toilet, but her finger kept its rhythm and so she began to squeeze her leg muscles and rub her flesh.

She began to think about Max and his big muscle and how it filled her box up. She really enjoyed the late night fuckings they had had. But she knew that not just Max could get her off in a quick way so she would have to go a little dirty. As she toyed with her wet flesh she began to envision another man – a bit silent, a bit dark, but handsome and warm – with a long body, and a long penis.

As he guided her to the bed in her fantasy she opened herself to him and let him have his way with her. She enthusiastically sucked him and let him have her ass and her face and finally her pussy – yes her pussy, where he would shoot his thick hot load. Mmm. The pleasure.

She continued to itch at herself – building a rhythm and embracing the strong man of her fantasy who took her ass, who took her everything, who used her like a rubber and threw her away.

Christ he was big. He stretched her with that big cock… GASP. When you withhold a loud orgasm the one that comes is a bit different and Greta essentially felt her body implode. It was like that idea of seeing stars. She felt a bit delirious and her body began to chill and convulse. Cold sweat built up on the back of her neck. She was light headed but then reclaimed her sense of place

‘Ah,’ She thought. ‘Now that is what English-speakers call ‘the big O.”

After she had calmed her pink pussy lips in the ladies, Greta returned to clarity. She remembered that Max was having a show that Thursday night in a comedy production in North Beach.

She had promised him to get as many of her coworkers to come, and so she dutifully announced to her coworkers when she got back from the ladies that they should all come and spend $5 to see Max and his colleagues perform at the church.

‘I’m going, Robert’ said matter of factly. ‘My girlfriend’s sister is in that show.’

Robert looked cute, Greta thought in a relaxed way. Maybe he was her mystery date in the ladies. ‘Oh,’ Greta smiled from behind her work station. ‘See you there.’

BARE AS A BODKIN

City Thursdays in Spring sometimes were wet and moist, sometimes were cold and windy, but on special occasions were humid and warm a prelude to summer.

Bars filled up after work, and all the good looking city people got together to drink beer, shoot pool, and engage in ancient courting rituals.

While Katrina and Robert needed neither spirits nor atmosphere to get their grooves on, they decided to have a few beers before catching her sister Lila in the show at St. Agnes.

The performance was called “Bare as a Bodkin” and it was some sort of raunchy take on Shakespeare. As they walked to the theater the two began to hold hands.

‘You know some people from work might be here tonight,’ Robert said trying to make small talk.

‘Oh yeah, who?’ asked Katrina. ‘Well, I know that Greta’s husband Max is performing, so I guess we’ll see Greta.’

‘Oh’ said Katrina. ‘That’s cool.’

Robert could tell that Katrina was a bit jealous. The truth was she knew that he probably liked her – she knew her boyfriend’s postures, his language, the way he said a woman’s name. Sensing his girlfriend’s apprehension he decided to proclaim her lack of accessibility to him.

‘Yeah, she’s expecting,’ he said.

‘Oh yeah?’ Katrina said, returning from her analytical detachment. ‘How far a long is she?’

‘Three months, ‘Robert answered.

When they got to St. Agnes they saw that it was going to be a big show. The line was out the church’s basement door and all sorts of hipster kids were outside smoking and joking.

Katrina and Robert waited in line, and slowly worked their way to the table where two young women, dressed as nymphs out of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, took their $10 and stamped their hands. They then proceeded into the main chamber, which was entirely black and surrounded by bleachers. Katrina and Robert worked their way up to the top of one side and got a good seat.

Robert strained to recognize any of the guys from work, but couldn’t see anybody. Then out of the corner of his eye he spied her shape across the stage and at the front row. She was dressed in a dark velvety dress and had on black heels. She looked SEXY.

The bleachers began to fill up until the whole room was heavy with breathing and anticipation – when one of the nymphs came on stage and launched into a very risque sonnet. The audience laughed, but Robert was preoccupied with the mass across from him. He thought about her bump and he felt a noticeable twang in his penis.

There were several men on stage, but Robert couldn’t tell which one was Max. He assumed he was the bigger guy – but who knew. All he knew is that he just wanted to keep sneaking glances at his coworker Greta, and he did until she got up about half an hour into the show – just about the same time he felt a pressure on his bladder from the beer he had had earlier.

He asked one of the non-acting nymphs to point him towards the restrooms and she instructed him to go through a series of doors towards the back of the church, behind the kitchen. He almost got lost, but finally wound his way through the maze to the men’s restroom where he let go of his huge burden. He cleaned himself off and buttoned up and turned around to leave, all the time thinking of Greta and her legs and her bump, and her smile. He ‘must have a crush’he thought, hoping that if he classified his emotions they would go away.

But then he saw her coming the opposite direction. In her gorgeous medieval outfit. Their eyes met and he felt like he had been shot with 120 volts of energy.

‘Hi Greta.’

‘Oh – it’s so good you came,’ she said. She seemed cheerful and less industrious than her normal workself. They exchanged a bit of awkward body language but then Robert blurted out ‘You look really nice tonight.’

‘Thank you, so do you’ she said. This was terrible he thought. He had to do something. He had to say something, and the alcohol in his system just let his true thoughts slip out without warning.

‘I think you look really nice – especially because you are pregnant,’ he said.

‘Oh you are not the only one who has noticed,’ Greta replied with a grin. ‘I have noticed too. I think I am having a girl because of all this estrogen in my body. ‘She reached down and touched her bump and moved closer to him.

‘Here, feel,’ she said. ‘Feel my bump.’ She pulled her nervous hand closer and put it on her belly.

The bump felt somewhere between soft and hard. He was nervous to touch it too heavily, but felt calmed by the bump. She looked up at him, a kind of deep glare in her eyes and breathed heavily. ‘You know Robert,’ she said with a hysterical tinge to her voice.

‘I really want to kiss you. Will you kiss me?’

he leaned forward and kissed her forehead and then her nose, and then…my God…her mouth. ‘I just feel so sexy since I have been pregnant,’ Greta said sensitively, wrapping her arms around his tree trunk of a waist. ‘I just feel so aroused all the time.’

They began to kiss and Robert felt like a 14 year old in the middle of his first time. The air seemed so cold and he felt afraid because he was kissing another man’s wife, and afraid because she was pregnant, but overwhelmed by whatever pheromones escaped from her body and deeply in love with her scent, a scent he had breathed so deeply.

‘Please come with me’ she said, leading him down a hall way through a door to a dark room. She flicked on a switch and there hung many robes worn by priests and lay people.

‘Here’ she said, ‘help me take this thing off.’ Robert helped her lift the skirt off her trim body revealing nothing underneath but her angelic form – her tiny, yet swollen breasts, like a 15 year-old’s, so soft they would fit perfect in his hand. And of course her tummy, which started at the base of her rib cage, and protruded out in a natural arc just like he had thought of – perfect, hot and growing.

‘Can I?,’Robert hesitated. ‘Can I kiss it?’ She planted hot kisses on his cheeks and guided his face down to her bump. He kneeled before her and began to plant little daisies of kisses along the lining of her skin, hiding them in her pelvic valleys, and stopping to feel her curly black pubic hair tickle his chin.

She looked so gorgeous in the cloakroom light and he felt a bit overwhelmed down on his knees. But he stood up and she began to unbutton his shirt and pants. They soon were both completely hot and naked and she decided to take advantage of the situation.

‘Robert – I want you to fuck me’she said. ‘I want you in every orifice of me’she said as she guided his cock towards her thigh. She then slowly kneeled down and began to plant kisses along his rod, looking up to savor the feeling of another man’s big dick in her palm. Robert, as she expected, was quite long and thick and engorged by the sight of her angelic body. She felt so hot as she let his big thickness come into her mouth. She toyed with his p-spot as he grabbed masses of her hair and stood at attention and continued to bob her head up and down on his big dick. He mumbled and a certain giddiness began to spur in his testes as the night air hit his shaft as she savored him. He thought about where he would fuck her, in her throat, in her puckered little ass, that tight little ass, and finally deep in her mystic oven, where the next generation was brewing.

(MF, 1st time, Medieval)

Christina, daughter of Landaus the woodsman, stood

staring with pride at her betters as they passed by

in splendid procession. She could see Lord Malinov

riding beside his lady’s litter and was hoping to see

the wondrous Lady Diana.

The people loved her not just for her beauty but for

her beneficent influence upon the Court. Ever since

she arrived at the castle their lord had been kind

and generous to his people.

Cheers went up as Lord Malinov threw the obligatory

coins to the crowd, his magnificent presence dazzling

all the girls – and many of the men too, if the truth

were told.

Christina’s heart swelled as his cortege of young

warriors faithfully trooped across the meadow road

bridge in the wake of their lord and lady. Their liege

lord was returning in triumph from the Holy Land, and

stories of his valor had flown like dragon’s fire

through the villages.

Christina had been moved to tears by the story of Sir

Andrew, the young knight who had saved his lord by

taking an arrow in the chest that had been aimed at

Lord Malinov. She could see the young man resting

comfortably on a cart, in a place of honor just behind

Lady Diana’s litter.

Christina’s tears began to flow again when she thought

of the bravery of this perfect young knight, and of his

terrible wound.

At last the procession passed into the Castle Malinov.

All the fine people would be making merry tonight. It

was Solstice, and a banquet would be held as usual.

Christina, along with many other peasant women living

in the forest surround, had been charged to help with

the festivities. Living so close to the castle meant

they were often required to serve their master at table

when a big feast was in the making. Christina had often

served in the kitchen as a child.

However, grown-up now, she had been instructed for the

first time to serve in the great hall. Lady Malinov

always required her serving wenches to ‘be of comely

nature and person.’ As a perfect hostess, it was only

natural that the Lady Diana would want to please her

guests’ visual, as well as culinary, tastes.

Christina thrilled at the thought of serving the nobles

that very evening; she could hardly wait. She happily

skipped homewards, day-dreaming of feasts, of gentle-

folk and handsome knights…

*

Several hours later, in the warm castle kitchens…

*

Christina’s Aunty Bessy shouted from her place in front

of the hearth: “Christina girl! Keep your mind on the

task at hand, will ye!”

Christina blushed when she realized that she’d been

standing and gazing at her reflection in the silver

tray she’d been instructed to polish. “Sorry, aunty.

I must have been daydreaming. It’s just that I’m so

excited to be serving gentlefolk; I’ve always longed

to do it. Oh, aunty! Isn’t it just wonderful to be so

close to so much glitter and fine trappings.”

Her aunty just grunted and turned back to the roasting

boar turning on the spit over the fire, while Christina

looked once more at her reflection in the gleaming

tray.

The boys in the village often commented on her good

looks. Christina just knew she could turn all heads,

even those of her betters, if she was properly washed

and groomed. She was proud of her looks, and had always

been careful with her body, not doing any of the

foolish things some of the local girls got up to. She

was sure she was meant to be something special, more

than just a farmer’s wife.

Hearing her aunty start to grumble again, Christina

quickly went back to work, preparing for that night’s

feast.

*

…Night is falling. The great hall is alive

with music and revelry…

*

Pageantry and gaiety had always been like a drug to

Christina. Tonight she’d been assigned to a position

at the head of the hall, which meant that she’d be

serving her lord and lady, and also the guests of

honor. She was so nervous at first that she thought

she was going to faint, and almost did when the

gracious Lady Diana turned towards her and smiled as

Christina was filling her glass.

Christina made sure to place herself close to handsome

young Sir Andrew, the bravest knight in the realm. Sir

Andrew was a mystery to the common folk in the forest

surround. He came from across the narrow sea, and spoke

with a strange accent. His parents were almost mythical

figures. Eli The Bearded was known by one and all as

a great war leader in his land, while the Lady Cyrrh,

his wife, was both feared and respected on both sides

of the water for her magical powers.

Christina made a special effort to please the young

knight with the illustrious pedigree, waiting on his

every whim, always at hand when he looked as if he

might want something.

The feasting and entertainment continued late into the

evening, by which time many of the guests were well

into their cups, and boisterous in their merry-making.

As she weaved between the guests conversing at the

table, Christina noticed Sir Andrew favoring her with

a smile, not to mention a wink of his eye! She was

ecstatically happy to have been noticed by such a

handsome and illustrious knight.

*

Later that evening, the embers were burning low…

*

As the night wore on, the serving girls had less and

less to do. Making one of her rounds, Christina was

both surprised and pleased when Sir Andrew reached out

and pulled her down on to the bench next to him.

“You’re a pretty wench!! What’s your name?”

She blushed with embarrassment and excitement,

answering in a small voice: “Christina, great sir.”

He laughed at her timid response and said, cheerfully:

“You sound shy, but you weren’t too shy to flirt with

me just now.”

Christina was taken aback. Had she been that obvious?

Oh well, at least he’d noticed her! She answered

softly: “I hope I did not offend the great lord. It

was not what I intended.” She gave him her most

appealing ‘innocent little girl’ look. She’d used that

look to great effect on the peasant boys in her

village, and wondered how a nobleman would react to

such a rustic device.

Sir Andrew saw before him a very pretty peasant girl,

with a very fetching look on her lovely face. Having

her so close to him was making him sexually aroused.

He was surprised to feel anything at all. His wound,

and the sea travel, combined with little opportunity

or inclination, had meant that he hadn’t shared a

woman’s bed for more than six months.

As, however, he looked into this girl’s lovely eyes,

a need grew within him. He smiled at her and, gently

pulling her towards him, kissed her soft lips.

Though she tried not to show it, Christina was beside

herself with excitement. A noble knight had actually

kissed her. She could die now, and life would have been

fair to her. Joy and love surfaced in her as she kissed

him back, pushing her supple young body against his in

sudden urgent need. One of her hands came to rest

comfortably on the young man’s crotch, hidden under

the table.

Christina didn’t really know what she was doing, but

Caroline, her older cousin, had told her that men liked

having that part touched by women.

Sir Andrew almost choked when he felt her hand between

his legs, and his eyes widened as she massaged his

growing erection through the material of his breeches.

Does she have any idea what she’s doing?, he wondered.

They sat together for hours, while the feasting

gradually died down and guests began making their way

into the darker recesses of the great hall, to sleep.

Sir Andrew, as befitting a knight, had his own area by

the north wall. His sleeping quarters were smallish,

but reasonably private, and his thoughts turned towards

using this privacy to bed this pretty wench. When the

great Lord Malinov and the beautiful Lady Diana rose

to toast Solstice, all who still could held their

goblets high and chanted their lords’ name the

prescribed amount of times.

With a flourish of his robes Lord Malinov turned and,

his lady at his side, dismounted from the dais. They

made their way past their guests, nodding to the

occasional friend; pausing here and there.

The royal couple halted at Sir Andrew’s side, and Lord

Malinov wished him the very best of fortune. To

Christina’s amazement, Lady Diana leaned forward and

kissed Sir Andrew on the cheek, whispering: “Thank you,

kind sir. Your service to the kingdom, and to me, has

created a debt I can never repay. I can never thank

you enough for taking my husband’s life into your

hands, and will always be grateful to you.”

She stood up, her back erect, her perfect body held

with dignity, and her eyes shining with tears of

gratitude.

Christina watched in a kind of ecstasy the noble

couple’s graceful exit from the great hall. Her recent

thoughts about having a good time, and relieving the

lust that had been building within her, had disappeared.

Admiration for her liege lord and his lady fair over-

whelmed her, bringing tears to her eyes.

Sir Andrew watched his little serving wench gaze at

the retreating figures of her lord and mistress, and

thought he was seeing the flush of innocent youth at

the moment of perfection. Though not more than 23

himself, he saw the innocent happiness radiating from

the young girl’s face as a light in darkness.

His need was growing again, and he thought to himself:

‘I will have her flower tonight. I’ll take her

virginity, and be whole again.’ The thought stirred his

loins, and he leant over and cupped one hand over one

of Christina’s soft, round breasts.

Christina started at the intimate contact, but then

accepted it gladly. Turning her clear blue eyes on the

young knight’s dark, smoldering ones, she kissed him

deeply, which in turn made him more urgent in his own

caresses.

Suddenly, without a word, he stood up and pulled

Christina to her feet. Taking her by the hand, he led

her into the dark recesses of the great hall, toward

his pallet. The young couple giggled together as they

stumbled over lesser knights and guests, forced to make

do with reed mats on the hall floor.

Christina was shocked to see couples copulating in

plain sight, some being watched as a kind of show by

their neighbors. She giggled nervously when she passed

them, her knight responding by passionately kissing her

neck and ear.

*

The great hall. A knight’s billet…

*

Sir Andrew lit a small taper before getting the young

servant girl to stand before him and beginning to

undress her. She wore simple clothing, without either

buttons or snaps, just peasant-style little ties that

were easy to undo.

While he removed her garments one by one, Christina

stood very still, her arms slightly out from her sides,

wondering what Sir Andrew was planning for her. She had

no experience in this sort of affair.

Her heart pounded as her body was lovingly uncovered

by her paramour. Deciding at last she ought to do

something herself, she started unbuttoning Sir Andrew’s

tunic while he was still engaged in removing her

garments. Soon the young couple were both standing

naked.

Sir Andrew was aware that he was hard again, and

marveled at it. There’d been a time when he thought

he’d never feel lust again, but now, standing before

this common, but beautiful little vixen, he was fully

erect, and horny as a goat. Her body promised him all

the physical delights that a woman could offer.

He reached out to fondle her delightful breasts, and

was pleased to see her dusky-pink nipples harden at

his touch.

Christina hadn’t realized how beautiful a man’s body

could be. She’d assumed that, under their clothing,

all men were like her Uncle George – hairy and rough.

She’d seen her uncle working in the fields without his

shirt, and saw little resemblance between that memory

and the almost hairless, well-muscled body of Sir

Andrew.

She noticed his terrible scar at the place where the

arrow had entered his body. She reached out to touch

the spot, at the same moment looking downward and

seeing the evidence of his maleness pointing at her.

Christina was fascinated by the sight of Sir Andrew’s

straining penis. She’d never thought before about a

man’s sexual organ. Of course, growing up as she had

in the fields of the forest surround, she’d seen

animals doing it, and naturally had seen her little

brother nude on many occasions. But they hadn’t looked

anything like the meaty pole that was standing erect

before her.

Unsure of what was expected of her, she shyly reached

out her hand and touched the aroused organ. It felt

hot, almost burning, to her cool hand. Intrigued, she

gripped the young knight’s erect penis and gently

squeezed.

Sir Andrew groaned, immensely enjoying the sensation.

He was, indeed, a little surprised that this young

beauty was acting in such a forward manner. He was used

to girls accepting his advances as if he were entitled

to make them, but this one was lively indeed.

Christina began pulling the smooth skin of her lover’s

penis up and down the shaft, revelling in the pleasure

she saw on Sir Andrew’s face. She was enjoying herself

too; the feel of his hot sex in her hand stirred

strange feelings inside her. She wanted this beautiful

man more than anything, and was more than willing do

anything he asked of her.

Her cool touch on his hot erection was all that was

needed to make Sir Andrew convinced he’d be able to

perform the sexual act. Indeed, he felt so aroused

that he started to worry that he might come too soon.

He began exploring the young girl’s body with his

hands, running them over her smooth skin; her

shoulders, soft breasts, thighs and flat stomach. She’s

truly a lovely wench, he thought, considering himself

fortunate that he could look forward to having her that

night.

As her hand smoothed his precum fluid over his shaft,

he felt himself begin to lose control and reached out

to stop her. Holding her lovely shoulders with his

battle-scarred hands, he gently pushed Christina down

onto his pallet, still marveling at the perfection he

saw by the dim light of the taper.

Nuzzling his swollen sex organ in between her legs, Sir

Andrew parted her sweet nether lips with his thumb and

forefinger, and pushed his bulging cockhead into her,

stretching the opening into her vagina.

Christina’s eyes opened wide when she felt him fumbling

at her crotch. She knew, in a general way, what he was

doing; she just didn’t know quite what would come next.

When his manhood opened her up she gasped in surprise,

amazed that something that big could possibly fit

inside her. She closed her eyes and tried to concen-

trate on what was being done to her.

It felt strange, and a little painful, but Christina

didn’t care about the pain. She was being taken by a

nobleman, and on Solstice. If she became pregnant, she

would be important and have high status in the village.

And to happen on Solstice would make it doubly lucky.

The thought of having Sir Andrew’s baby made her eager

and excited.

Meanwhile, the knight was having a little trouble

forcing himself into the young serving wench, because

her tunnel was exceptionally tight. He approved that

in principle, but it meant he would have to hurt her.

Might as well get it over with, he thought.

He thrust his hips downward, forcing his now-slick

shaft deep into Christina.

“Ooowwee! Gggod!” she moaned when the pain knifed

through her body.

Sir Andrew moved his lips to her ear and said quietly:

“Don’t worry. I’ve just taken your flower. You’ll feel

fine in just a minute, I promise. Trust me, will you?”

Christina lay quietly under her handsome knight, tears

welling up in her eyes, her legs spread for his plea-

sure. She nodded, waiting for him to do his will,

whatever that might be.

He placed his hands on either side of Christina’s

chest, and levered his upper body up and away from

hers so he could look into her eyes. “You trust me,

don’t you? I won’t hurt you unnecessarily. You do know

that, don’t you?”

He smiled encouragingly, and Christina almost forgot

the pain. Then he moved inside her again and the pain

momentarily returned, but not for long.

The knight was so overwhelmed by his desire after so

long abstinence that it took just a few strokes in and

out of Christina’s warm, velvety tunnel for him to

achieve orgasm. Thrusting himself against Christine’s

pelvic bone, he felt the once-familiar release he’d

missed for so long, his seed spurting copiously from

his body into hers. The resulting intense orgasmic

relief was a feeling he’d almost forgotten.

Christina now began enjoying herself. She joyed in

being rodded by this beautiful young man, and was

beginning to match his moves when he suddenly tensed,

simultaneously pushing his organ hard into her. His

body’s vigorous thrust, pressing against her pubic

mound, sent a thrill right through her, and at the

same time she felt Sir Andrew’s hot sperm jet into

her womb. It tickled, as spurt after spurt forced its

way deep inside.

She uttered an involuntary sigh of satisfaction, while

her lover grunted as he emptied his seed into her.

*

The great hall. Sounds of pleasure

fill the night…

*

After that first time there was no stopping Christina,

and she and her knight copulated time and again, all

the night through. There were some gruff rebukes from

neighbors, offended by the noise of their lovemaking,

but the young lovers took no notice.

Christina was in love. She’d never expected to find

anyone that could make her feel so happy. As far as she

was concerned, Sir Andrew was perfect in mind and body,

almost godlike, and, indeed, before the night was over

she was worshipping him like a god.

In the morning she awoke to find that her lover had

already left the hall. Most of the knights were

expected to perform in jousting and other manly arts

as the festival continued, and Sir Andrew had gone to

the jousting field.

She remained for a while in his bed, feeling warm and

sated. Stretching like a well-fed kitten, Christina

thought dreamily about the night that had just passed,

and wondered if Sir Andrew would want to try something

different tonight. She was prepared for anything, and

smiled at the thought.

*

Outside, in the forest surround, on the

jousting ground…

*

Sir Robert addressed his young friend with a tinge of

admiration in his voice. “So, young fellow, who was

that ravishing wench you bedded last night?”

Sir Andrew, who was watching some young bucks dueling

in the competition yard, answered in a distracted tone:

“Dunno. Can’t remember her name, but she was a great

fuck. Why don’t you try her out tonight?”

Sir Robert looked a little surprised. “You’re sure

about that, are you? Of course, if you really don’t

want her any more I’ll be happy to bed her.”

Sir Andrew said carelessly: “With my wound I couldn’t

take two nights like that in a row. Besides, I’ve got

my eye on another wench who served me breakfast a

little while ago. So feel free.”

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It was during this photo session that I realized that “G” was a
true submissive and was able to satisfy my dominate personality. I
placed my slave in several exposing poses and ensured that her
posture and position displayed her sexuality and humility to full
advantage.

As slave “G” passed her first test with unique enthusiasm I
decided to test her level of pain endurance and obedience. She
was bound to the bed, face down at wrists and ankles by white cords.
She was instructed to request each stroke of the whip, count it’s
number out loud, and thank her master after each stroke. The whip
strokes where light initially but soon progressed to forcefully,
strategically placed, strokes of pain. Could the slave follow in-
structions and yet maintain control over her feelings and emotions?
Did she have the endurance that I required? Slave “G” performed
remarkably well for her first experience with discipline. She was
able to ask for and tolerate several strokes of the whip thus con-
firming my belief that she truly accepted her status as a sexual
slave.

During this discipline session I was stimulated by the sight of her
naked buttocks squirming at the kiss of each whip stroke and the
resulting marks of discipline that were engraved upon her cheeks. This
visual conformation of her punishment session was also recorded on film
so that the session could be recalled after it faded from my mind.
After reviewing the photographs that had been taken I decided to record
the next session on videotape for a more realistic review and critique
of her performance. I set up the equipment in the living room and
called my slave to position in front of the camera. I had her kneel on
the sofa, facing the wall with her ass toward the camera and bound her
wrists to fixtures spaced on the wall. As I stood back to appraise my
slave’s appearance I could see the sexual excitement of the moment in
her posture and conduct. Slave “G” was stimulated by the situation and
was eager yet apprehensive of what was to follow.

I probed her body and toyed with her ass, cunt and breasts for
several minutes and took her to the brink of orgasm several
times only to stop and not allow her sexual relief. Slave “G”
soon realized the total control that I maintained over her. Her
twisting and quivering body only served to amplify the
frustration she was suffering at my control. Soon she was
begging for relief and this became an excellent opportunity to
take my slave to new situations and experiences that she would
be required to endure as a sex slave.

I gave slave “G” several strokes of the whip while fettered to
the wall and then released her only to bind her to an ottoman in
front of the camera. She was on her belly with her wrists bound
behind her back and her legs spread wide. I used the whip again
on her ass and left the marks of slavery engraved. She was told
that she would be given to others to use as they saw fit if she
did not perform to my satisfaction. The video camera recorded
the events of a new slave in training and her attempt to please
her master. Slave “G” was able to accept several strokes of the
whip and count each one even as her ass was rebounding from the
pain. At the conclusion of the whip session I was extremely
happy that slave “G” had proved herself so well and was also
sexually stimulated by the realization that I now owned a truly
submissive sex slave. My sexual relief was also a test for my
newly acquired slave. Was she able to suck cock while bound and
without the use of her hands ? Could she swallow a full load of
her masters cum without gagging or creating a mess? Slave “G”
again responded in a truly subservient manner and sucked my cock
until I shot my load deep into her throat . Despite her efforts,
slave “G” was unable to swallow my full load and after leaving
my cum on her face I proceeded to punish her with another
whipping and realized that cock sucking would require more
effective training before I was satisfied with her performance.
The video tape was used to critique her performance and point
out the areas that she needed to improve upon.

My business soon required my transfer to another part of the
country and it became obvious that slave “G” was soon to make a
lifelong commitment to slavery or depart her masters company.
Being a true submissive and having found a new lifestyle that
gave her the discipline that she longed for, slave “G” followed
her master to his new environment. It was at this time I
realized my responsibility as a master and that my newly
acquired slave would need a set of rules to live by and follow
if I was to continue to enjoy her devotion to me. I developed
the rules for slavery and had slave “G” read them aloud. She was
to acknowledge them by her signature to a slave oath and
contract thus making a lifelong commitment to her master that
she would perform her duties without question or hesitation.
Throughout this early period in the new surroundings slave “G”
was frequently tested and disciplined. I developed new bondage
devices such as leather wrist handcuffs.

I decided to train slave “G” to become accustomed to severe
temperature changes to her body. Slave “G” was bound to the bed
by her wrists and ankles and I toyed with her cunt and nipples
until she was begging for release and orgasm. I then used ice
cubes rubbed over her nipples and pussy to make her accustomed
to the cold. The agony of this training was evident in her body
manipulations and facial expressions. I soon placed a few ice
cubes in her cunt and allowed her to melt the cubes with her
natural body heat. I also desired to train slave “G” to accept
the discomfort of heat. To effect this goal I used two methods
of subjecting slave “G” to heat. The first and most erotic was
the use of hot wax dripped from a burning candle. This method is
very effective since the slave is allowed to watch the candle
burn. I would drip the wax on slave “G”’s breasts and ass and
would vary the distance from the skin to adjust the temperature
from stimulating to painful. It was also exciting to sit back
and gaze upon the splotches of hardened wax stuck to her nipples
and belly. The other training method I employed was the use of
Ben-Gay ointment on slave “G”’s nipples, ass, and crotch. This
method is an extremely effective punishment since the effects
are long lasting and tortuous. Ben-Gay may also be used while
you take your slave out in public but do not desire to cause a
public spectacle. With slave “G”, just the threat of such
punishment will extract a most humble attitude and desire to
please.

My next training session with slave “G” was designed to test her
desire for others to witness her status and to test her
willingness to appear in public as a slave. I had slave “G”
dress in her slave outfit; hose, heels, and garter belt and sent
her to the corner store for some personal items. since it was
cold and snowing I allowed slave “G” to wear a long coat but it
could only have the top two buttons buttoned.

This was not a difficult test but it did prove embarrassing for
slave “G” as the coat fell open and exposed her bare legs and
cunt as she climbed out of the car. Once inside the store, slave
“G” was required to wait in line to pay for the purchases and
the mere thought of her nakedness under the coat was sufficient
to cause her to return to the car, her cunt dripping wet. I’m
sure the men in the store were able to identify the sexual odor
that the slave was giving off. When slave “G” returned to the
car she had difficulty getting in without her coat falling open
and displaying her cunt to those parked next to us. Although
embarrassed due to her exposure slave ” G” was willing to do
what ever her master desired.

The next project I decided to attempt was to pierce slave “G”’s
nipples and cunT. I felt that this would be an excellent gift
from my slave and at the same time serve a useful purpose and
provide an erotic physical adornment to her body. I told slave
“G” that I wanted her nipples pierced first, then when I was
satisfied I would have her cunt done so that a small gold chain
could be attached to any or all of the piercings and I could lead her
by the chains. I decided that the easiest method would be to use self
piercing earrings and have slave “G” wear them until the tissue was
healed. I took slave “G” to a local jewelry store and had her
purchase the earrings and at the same time I instructed her to
purchase a gold ankle chain with the word “SLAVE” engraved upon
it. I was sure that the combined purchases would cause slave “G”
some embarrassment. The clerk at the store asked slave “G” a
second time what she wanted engraved upon the ankle chain and
then looked at her with the knowledge of slave “G”’s status as a
bondage sex slave. When slave “G” returned home I had her change
into her slave outfit and placed the ankle chain upon her left
ankle. She was instructed that it was never to be removed, for
it was to be a constant reminder of her slavery. Next, I had
slave “G” place the earrings upon her nipples and told her to
look at her self in the mirror. As I stood behind her and
commented on the erotic nature of her jewelry I also felt her
cunt and noticed that the ring s indeed had an erotic effect
upon my slave. Unfortunately the rings did not exert sufficient
pressure to pierce the nipples and I was left with only visions
in my mind of my slave standing before me with gold rings
attached to her nipples and a thin gold chain dangling from
them. I decided to use this failure as a test of my slave’s
devotion to her lifestyle. I told slave “G” that she was to
pierce her own nipples as an act of love and devotion to her
master. She accepted this task and collected the needle and
alcohol necessary for the task. At this time I had to depart due
to my job but told slave “G” that I expected to come home to a
slave with pierced nipples in a few months. This task was slave
“G”’s downfall. She was unable to find the courage necessary to
make this total commitment to her master. I guess that I will be
forced to carry out the piercing or send her to a professional
to have the task completed. I wonder if slave “G” is willing to undergo
the pain and embarrassment of having another complete the task?

*****THE END*****

The party wound down about one in the morning, leaving only about twenty
of us to sit around and talk. Ted usually made sure everyone left sober,
or with a sober driver, keeping car keys for people until the next morning.
Of the twenty people left, none of us had much to drink, but just enough to
make us feel happy and friendly. Ted brought out one of his party-games that
he invented, and started explaining the rules for the benifit of the new
faces. Simple rule really. Ted would read a card (Donna read his) and the
person designated would either do what the card said or lose an article of
clothing (Ted’s decision of ‘article’ was final). Everyone had waited for
this part of the party — “the games”.

We sat in a loose boy-girl-boy-girl fashion, but there seemed to be several
extra girls. Two of them sat to my right. Ted asked us to first introduce
ourselves to the group by first name, with a short statement of what our
favorite sex-act was. The blonde to my right was named Kelly, and her ‘act’
was tit-fucking (she had large breasts), and the redhead next to her was
Jennifer who said that her favorite act was giving head. My turn and I said
my favorite (truthfully) was also giving head (to girls) and getting too.
By the time we went around the room, most of the guys were showing bulges and
the gals I’m sure were getting wet.

Ted started with the far end of the circle, at the end of the couch. The
guy sitting there was asked to “pick a person of the opposite sex and do some-
thing to them you wouldn’t do in public”. Normally this game started with
guys being “shy” and picking their girlfriends and doing something like kiss-
ing a breast or mouthing their pussies through their clothes (no you couldn’t
undress them to do it!).

Several guys and gals were ‘unattached’ (me being one of them) and one guy
was brash enough when his turn came with ‘pick a person and remove an article
of clothing without using your hands’ to pick on Donna — the host’s wife!
Donna was a cheerful redhead who played the games with a lusty good humor.
The fellow unbuttoned Donna’s blouse with his lips, pulling it from her skirt
and dropping it on the sofa. Then it was my turn.

Somehow I always thought Ted cheated, giving the “good” cards to people
he knew, wanted to embarass or both. His opportunity came. The card said
‘With eyes closed turn 3 times and pick a person (of opposite sex) and kiss
them for at least one minute. Then identify the person after sitting down.
Eyes closed until seated’. Whew! Donna stood me in the middle of the room,
and turned me thrice. I began to point and I navigated by the room lights,
trying to pick out one of several girls I’d been eyeing. I made a choice.
She came up to me, and we kissed. Tenatively at first, then my tounge seemed
to be drawn into her mouth, her arms around my neck (my hands had to remain
at my sides said Ted; no clues that way). The longer we kissed the more we
rubbed our bodies together and the hotter our tounges got. Ted let us go
for a two minutes and almost had Donna throw cold water on us. When seated
I was asked to point to the gal. I looked right at her and winked, and she
was sure I knew (I did), but I pointed to a blonde across the room. Everyone
laughed and the redhead I’d kissed got to remove my shirt.

This went on, getting progressivly hotter and raunchier until most of us
were naked. Ted’s house rules declared garter-belts and stockings as non-
clothes (they kept them on because Ted found ‘em sexy) and the same went for
crotchless panties, men’s g-strings (they can’t hide a hard-on) and for
push-up bras with open nipples. One gal had her bra on since it just cupped
her tits underneath, and another had the garter-belt/stockings. The redhead
and blonde next to me were both down to panties and I was buff-naked. My
turn came just as Ted swapped decks, saying it was time for the “REALLY ADULT”
cards! (Thanks old buddy! Thanks a bunch!)

I was suprised when he read the card. Ted had a whole new deck of cards
(all were hand made anyhow), and some of these had some really ‘open’ actions
for the players. My card was; ‘Pick any player or players and do something
very arousing for the other players for five minutes. You can have 30 seconds
to discuss it once you choose your partners’. I looked at Ted and he judged
that I could pick up to two players to participate with me, beyond that it
would have to arouse the rest of the people there. The big breasted blonde
leaned over and whispered in my ear and I smiled at her. “I need one other
gal” I said, and the redhead’s volunteered like a shot. We huddled together,
Kelly bouncing over to ask Ted’s opinion about a rule (removing clothes –
it was ok now), and we made our plans.

Kelly knelt on the floor, close to the sofa, her head about a foot from
the knees of another nude blonde with a partially shaved pussy. Jennifer
came alongside and I knelt behind Kelly, hard and ready. Jennifer rubbed
Kelly’s ass, her head bending over to lick at my flagpole while she asked me
if I really wanted to fuck this blonde.
“Would you like to fuck her pussy nice and hard?” Jennifer asked.
“Yes” I said.
“Yes what?” Jennifer teased, her tounge barely touching my rod.
“I’d like to fuck her pussy, nice…and HARD.”
“Would you like to cum inside her?” Jennifer teased again, licking towards
my cock as I tried to reply.
“Yesss.. I’d like to cum deep inside her pussy.”
“I’m going to guide you into her…make you move with my hands…fuck her
with your body…your cock.” Jennifer said. Her voice was very even and she
sounded like she was describing cooking a meal or something equally dull.
Kelly sat there, Jennifer’s hands running around her ass, between her legs,
and over her back. Her big tits were hanging straight down, her ass arched
up to receive my cock if it ever got there. Looking around the room, several
very prominent hard-ons were in evidence, some with female hands around them.
Everywhere I looked, nipples were hard and erect, even in the warmth of the
room. Jennifer had moved Kelly’s panities aside, exposing a wet slit for my
cock. Almost no one could see that, but knew that Kelly still had her panties
on (and most were waiting for them to come off).
“Oooo. You’re sooo hard!” Jennifer said, stroking my cock with her fingers.
“I’ll bet you really want to fuck her good now!”
“Yessss. Really nice and hard!” I moaned back.
“Mmmmm.” Jennifer teased again. “Why don’t I put you against her pussy with
just her panties in the way?”
She pulled my cock forward, placing the head directly on Kelly’s bare slit,
holding me from pushing forward. She moved my cock up and down against the
girl’s slit, making us both moan.
“I bet if I let go, you’ll push right through her panties and fuck her hot
dripping pussy really hard won’t you?” Jennifer hissed. “Rip right through
her panties to fuck her wet, dripping cunt!”
“Ohhh GOD!” I moaned. “Let me fuck her!”
She let go dramatically, her hands raised by her shoulders as she said,
“YES. FUCK HER PUSSY! Slam into her!” and she pushed on my ass hard.
I slipped into Kelly’s wet cunt, sliding my cock easily all the way into
her wet hole. She gave a loud gasp when I pushed, and Jennifer’s showman-
ship continued.
“Ohhhh Jesus! Right through her fucking panties! Jesus you’re so hard!”
Buried to the hilt, I looked up at a sultry brunette, her fingers were
dancing on her clit while her boyfriend pinched her nipples. He was jacking
himself, eyes wide on us.
Jennifer’s hands pulled and pushed on my hips, making me pump in and out
of Kelly’s wet cunt. Faster and faster, harder and harder. Soon I needed
help and was slamming against the blonde’s ass in blind lust. Jennifer’s
words echoed in my brain.
“Ohhhh yeaah! Make her big tits bounce!” She hissed, “Make her cum with
that cock shoved up her cunt!”
I gazed around the room, seeing one gal sucking off her boyfriend, her
head turned to watch us. Ted had some brunette astride his lap, his hands
cupping her tits. Donna was getting her pussy licked by some guy, watching
us and tweaking her nips. My eyes found Jennifer, next to us. She was on
her knees, sitting back on her heels, one hand was fingering her pussy, the
other busily fondling her tits. Kelly was thrusting back at me hard and
fast, and I could feel her contract around my cock, her own orgasm starting.
I watched Jennifer as I fucked Kelly, slamming into her rough and hard.
Kelly began to come, moaning and holding back against me. I kept on pounding
her, raising up and grabbing her hips.
I looked up and saw that Donna’s eyes were closed, her orgasm arriving as
her partner kept tounging her. I felt my own boiling semen rising in my cock
and felt myself about to come. Almost everyone was involved in some sort of
carnal activity now, not just us. The brunette was approaching her orgasm,
still jacking her boyfriend. I pulled out of Kelly, and stood, turning to
Jennifer, her hand pumping her pussy, her eyes glazed over.
“Here baby…” I said, holding my cock to her, “You wanted me to cum!”
I put my cock against the side of her face, pointing down, and she moaned
as Kelly’s wetness made it slide against her cheek. She’d just stuck out
her tounge to lick at it when I started coming.
Hot, thick, white cum spurted onto her face, splashing against the side of
her tounge. I crouched lower, and spurted again, washing her chest and her
right tit with hot cum. She started licking at my cock, her hand jerking
against her own orange bush madly. The third or fourth spurt landed a thick
gob of cream on her left nipple, and her other hand quickly rubbed it over
her tit. I grabbed her head and guided her mouth to my cock, spurting three
more times into her mouth. She moaned loudly around the mouthful, her hand
moving sporadically against her cunt. When she finished, she released my
cock, and leaned back, spreading her legs in front of her.
Kelly had been getting herself off watching and now bent down to lick the
white drops of cum from Jennifer’s right tit. Jen and I looked around and
she saw a guy trying to jack off onto a gal’s small breasts while she sat
there letting another blonde lick her pussy. Jen smiled at them, and issued
some encouragement.
“Oooooo yeah! Shoot your jizz all over her!” She smiled. “It feels sooo
good when you cum on our tits!”
We watched as he unloaded about a gallon of sperm onto her tits, some of
it running down her stomach to be licked up by the blonde. The gal took
the guys cock and sucked him dry while rubbing his cream all over her tits.
Kelly saw Jennifer rubbing her clit while watching, so she took her turn.
“Lay back and spread your legs you horny slut!” She hissed at Jennifer.
Jennifer promptly laid back and Kelly bent the girl’s legs back, turning
her pussy straight up. I watched her eat redhead pussy, my cock returning
to hardness again.
Some gal behind me moaned, and I saw her begin fucked by her boyfriend
while a gal licked her tits, and she sucked another guy. She was trying to
make the guy come in her mouth without success, so I moved over to help her
get him off. I sat next to them on the floor and said loudly enough for all
of them to hear me “Ohhh yeah! Suck him off! You’d love to feel him cum in
your mouth wouldn’t you?”
“UmmmmmmHmmmm” was her reply.
“You want to taste his hot cum flooding your mouth…thick creamy cum in
your mouth…dripping down your chin…onto your tits…all over your face!”
“Urrrmmmmmm!”
“Ohhh suck his cock. He’s gonna cum right in your mouth! Watch you try
to swallow the gallon of hot jism…hear you drinking his cum!”
“Ohhhhh yeaaaahh!” The guy moaned, his hips shaking.
“Urggurglll” she moaned too as he shot his sperm into her mouth.
I watched her swallow most of his cum, some shining on her lips as he
pulled out and collapsed next to her. I turned my attention back to Kelly
and Jennifer, still on the floor.
I moved back and pulled Kelly from Jen’s pussy, kissing her long and hard,
tasting Jen’s cum on the blonde’s lips and tounge. Then I started to lick
Jen’s dripping cunt too. Her legs came down around me, and she started to
pleade with me.
“Nooo!” She moaned. “Don’t eat me…Fuck me! Get your cock in me!”
I moved up and positioned myself, her fair legs encircling my hips. Kelly
moved up and sat over Jen’s face. As I slid my cock into her sopping pussy,
I heard Jen moan.
“Yesss. Let me lick you too.” She said to Kelly.
As we slipped into our carnal world, Jen’s legs urged me faster and deeper
into her. Her hips rocked against me, twising and lifting, a motion I’d never
felt before. We fucked each other hard, her hands were pulling the blonde’s
bush against her face, her tounge and lips making wet noises. On and on,
deeper and harder, faster. Quickly I felt my come rising again, and knew
that I’d have to slow down or come. Jennifer didn’t let up. She wanted my
cock pounding her, fucking her. Kelly leaned forward and kissed me, and I
cupped her sweaty breasts, feeling them over. I whispered to her and she
grinned.
Kelly got off of Jen, pulling her up to her large tits. Jen’s head was
in her lap, almost like a baby’s, sucking the large nipples. I was still
slamming her cunt hard, and she was pulling on her own smaller nipples, making
them stretch her tits out. Suddenly I pulled out of her and moved quickly
up to Kelly’s tits. When Jen opened her eyes and saw me starting to spurt
onto Kelly’s big tits she went crazy. I came with Kelly leaning back just
a bit, spurting streams of sticky cum onto her tits, between them and then
finally on her face and lips. She sat there enjoying it, licking the sperm
from her lips. Jen sat up and cupped her hands under Kelly’s drooping tits,
catching the cum in small pools in her palms. She raised on hand to her own
tits, rubbing the cum over them. The other she licked off. Kelly grabbed
Jen’s head and pushed it between her tits, rubbing her face against those
massive breasts. After a moment, I pulled Jen’s face up, glistening with
my cum. Kelly grabbed her by the hair and kissed her hard, her tounge in
Jen’s mouth. For her part, Jen buried two fingers inside Kelly’s pussy,
keeping them both hot. I bent over and whispered to them.
“You two are such hot, foxy sluts!”
They both moaned and Jen broke the kiss to suck my cock for a second, then
she resumed their kiss. I moved behind her and with my semi-hard cock, I
resumed the interrupted fuck that she deserved.
I watched as three guys jacked off on a gal who had beautiful tits with
nipples that covered their ends, large and dark areolae. Two gals were on
either side of her, stroking her tits and her mound, edging the guys on to
make them all come. One gal was getting it from behind while she helped and
her tits bounced happily as she fucked her partner back. When the three
studs started to come, the other gal grabbed their cocks and aimed their
jism where ever it suited her. The first guy was aimed on the girl’s tits,
some of the cum landing on the girl aiming the cock. He was followed quickly
by the second, and she jerked him into the girl’s mouth, being sure not to
get it all on target, rubbing the cock over the girl’s lips. The girl with
large nipples was licking her lips when the third guy came. He had a monster
cock and the girl jacked him off into her own mouth, where she could only
get part of her mouth around him. The effect was cum pouring out of her
mouth as he shot off. She quickly pulled him down to the other girl’s face
and made him shoot the rest on both their faces while she kissed the big
nippled girl.
I hadn’t realized what watching that tableau had done until Jen cried out
and I then found that my cock was rubbing her cervix as I pounded her pussy.
I was so incredibly horny that I wanted to fuck her for hours, but she had
to say the one thing that makes me pop.
“Ohhh God…cum in me…cum in my cunt…Shoot your jism in my cunt!”
I felt it about to shoot, and so did she.
“YES! YES! BABY! CUM in meee! Cum in my cunnnnnttt!”
I exploded for the third and last time of the night, deep inside her hot
cunt. I could feel the wash of hot sperm flooding into her, just as she had
felt my cock engorge as I started to come. The three of us collapsed in a
heap together, tired and sweaty.
People were getting tired, resting up for the next go if the could, and I
watched the big nippled brunette walk over and sit down next to Kelly and
Jen. I lay behind Jennifer, my cock still inside her. The girl introduced
herself as Gayle.
“I loved what you guys did.” She said, then to Kelly, “And I love your
breasts! You’ve got such great tits!”
Kelly laughed and looked at Gayle’s sperm drenched nipples. “It seem some
guys like your tits a lot too!”
Gayle leaned over and kissed Kelly, running her hands over those large
breasts. She leaned down and sucked on a nipple. Kelly moaned. Jennifer
gave my cock a squeeze with her pussy, and leaned back, giving Gayle access
to Kelly’s pussy. The two of them, cum drenched and sweaty began again
to arouse themselves.
Jen and I watched for a while, then moved off to a corner together. It was
about 4 am when Jen and I dressed and left. We had breakfast together and
I took her home. We went in and went right to bed, and this time, we fell
asleep in each other’s arms.