“How was that big brother?” she asked. “Did I do OK?”

“Tracy, that was great. I can’t wait till the next time”.

“ I think with a little practice I will be able to take it all”.

She suggested we shower and go for a swim just to relax. Showered, we went to the pool. No longer worried about clothing we skinny-dipped. Tracy swam up to me as I was leaning on the side of the pool wrapped her hand around my cock, started stroking and said “I am going to shave you. I want you nice and smooth, just like me”. I can’t wait.

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were huge. Despite this people still though she was the nice older lady next

door. They didn't know she was part of a secret club called. Mature women

Conquest (mwc for short). A group that go around conquering people for points.

Chris here was just a black boy she had conquered. Tecnily a man but to her

they were all boys and girls. They would take picture to prove their conquest.

She wasn't finish up wracking up points. It was a storm out and she had him

for a while. The moonlight seem to make her ebony body glowed She licked her

lips. She still had the bit of the sweet boys nectar on her lips. She took a

drink of a glass of wine and smile. Her long tongue licked out a last drop

 

"Got to admit doll face you a tasted little fuck"

 

He laid their coved in kisses. Beth cum has dried off on his face. He was

covered in. He had some of her pubic hair stuck in her teeth. She let out a

big laugh. She smiled thinking how cute he looked. She really put him through

number. Poor little guy ass was now red for the slaps on the ass she gave him.

He had big hickey all over his body. His nipples were sore from where she

sucked them

 

She left the room the and put on her robe. She was going to bake the boy

something nice before she put him through the paces again. She own him now and

she was going to prove it. Later she came inside and sat by him. She pushed

him awake

 

"Hey there little guy" Beth said

 

"Hi" Chris said timidly

 

"We need to talk little guy. Auntie need to tell you something about the fact

of life"

 

"Ok"

 

"Sit on my lap come on. Do what Auntie say"

 

He sat on her lap. He was naked and she was now clothe. She held him in his

arms. Her her now felt so frail. She ran her fingers through his hair and

kissed him gently

 

"You cried a bit last night you know" Beth said

 

"Yes sorry..I couldn't help it" He said

 

"It natural. You see that may happen again. You know why..."

 

"No" He said

 

She was speaking to him softly like a child

 

"You want me don't you. You like it when I touch your wee wee"

 

"Yes"

 

"You want to have the relationship with me but the thing is I want to have one

with you too" Beth said

 

"Really"

 

"Yes but the thing is it wont be equal. You see the reason you cried is your a

bitch. A little bitch. Your not an equal to me"

 

Chris was shocked like he got hit with a ton of bricks.

 

"But all people are equal. Relationships built on sharing and stuff"

 

"Yes but still someone has to make most of the decisions. It simpler that way.

Most of the time its the men but sometimes its the women. When they say people

are equal they talk about races. But certain people are differ. There a cycle.

Someone have to be on top of the food chain Your not the type to make

decision. Your a boy a child. The rest is just new age talk" She said

 

She held him close to her and place her head in her breast. Tears were running

down his eyes. She lifted his chin up and pointed to the mirror. "Look at you.

Look how weak you are compared to me. No matter if you say no your mind. But I

like you to say yes instead of me taking it. Look at your little arms. You cry

like a girl. (running her hands down his body) you sensitive to every touch. I

could make you scream with pain or pleasure when ever I want (she started

jerking him off). Your a bitch..a slut...a whore. You will do everything I

say. I could make your cum when ever I feel like it (he squirted in her hand.

I could make you faint with my body. Kill you by just wrapping my hand around

your scrawny. Look in my eyes and tell me I am not speaking a truth baby. "

 

He put his head down

 

She smiled knowing she had him but showed sympathy. She lifted his head up.

"You will not make decision. You will not argue. Your mind. You have a lot to

learn but it not bad. You be taking care off. You will be safe. come here

doesn't if feel nice in my arms. Doesn't my hands feel soft against you.

Doesn't my muscles feel great touching your body. I a nice owner. You can be

protected. You wont have a care in the world besides serving me" Beth said

 

He hugged her tightly

 

"I love you mistress" He said

 

She tapped him on the bag and hugged him back. "That's my sweet heart. You all

ways was a good boy" Beth said

 

"Now who is my bitch..I want to hear you say it" Beth said

 

"I'm your bitch" He said happily

 

She smiled and drench kissed him. He tongue filled his mouth. His arms and

legs dropped like a rag doll as she held him. She kept the kiss for 2 minute

straight. She broken away and he had a big smile and was nearly knocked out.

She sat him down

 

"Here got you some milk and cookies. Eat up. Then we can wash up because your

a mess" Beth said

 

He ate as she watch. She carried him like a baby after she finish. There was a

seat in the bathroom. She put him down. She told them to get in and wash.

 

"Leave the shower door open" She said

 

He got in the showed and started washing up. She took out a camera and flash

some pictures. "show me that little ass of your. Show your aunty that sweet

young tushy"

 

He bent over giggling a bit as she snap some picture. She went in her bag and

took out a big 12 inch dildo. She gave it to him

 

"Put it in your mouth" She said

 

He was hesitant

 

"Don't make me ask again sugar. Wouldn't want to have to spank you" She said

 

He did as ask

 

"Suck mm like that do it for an nice old lady. You make my day sweetie. Just

lick it like a lollipop. You make me so wet when you do that" Beth said

 

He started sucking it. He was getting into it. He licked the head and soon was

taking it deep. She started rubbing herself and taking pictures.

 

"Jerk off. Imagine in between my biceps baby" Beth said

 

He did as told. She smiled smugly enjoying the show. Rubbing herself and

enjoying the sight. His dick was rock hard.

 

"Deeper" she said

 

He took it as deep as he thought it would go. She got up and grabbed him. She

grabbed him gently by the neck. Not enough to hurt him but it was stern. She

took it and shoved it deep in his mouth. "Breath through your nose. Take it

slowly yea like this" She said stuffing it all the way down. He was gagging a

bit but it slowly was going in. "Don't you cum" She said. She took some soap

and poured in over his body as he washed and jerk. the shower went down his

body. She sat back down She took a sip of wine and laugh

 

"Damm you could take this show on the road sugar" She said "Going to have to

load more film"

 

She watch him she finger herself. "You just made me cum you nasty little

biscuit. Very naughty making nice old ladies cum going to have to teach you a

lesson" She said. She went into the other room. She got another dildo and bent

him over. This one vibrated. She lube it down and shoved it up his ass. She

started fucking him with. She got to her seat. "Ride it as your suck and jerk"

 

She said. He rode it up and down rubbing himself. She took some more picture.

The dildo filled his ass. She smiled and said "Cum NOW"

 

He shot some warm jizz and she caught it on film. She walked over and took him

out. She dried him pulled the dildo out. "Good slut" She said. She put him

over her shoulder and carried him in the room. She dropped him on the bed and

dropped off her robe showing off her naked body

 

She was on top of him like a tighter. Her pussy sucked his cock inside her

like hoover. It started sucking him and contracting. She was dripping wet. She

kissed him devouring him and ravaging his body. Her cunt sucked him like an

extra mouth. She squeeze hold of his ass and start riding him. Her pussy was

turning his cock into puddy. "All you can do is hold on and scream kid" She

said with a growl. The whole bed shook as she slammed him into the carped.

When she wasn't kissing him she covered his mouth so the neighbor wouldn't

hear his cries of pleasure

 

He arms trashed but she just held them down. He eyes looked right through him

as she was bumping and grinding down on him. Tears rolled down his eyes. She

licked them off with her long tongue.

 

"Ohhh your the best ohhhh my mmmmmmmmmmmmmm" He moan

 

He let out a silent screams as he was brought to the edge and back. She

growled nibbling on him and taking him in. He huge breast smother him as she

slammed into him. She came like an explosion letting out her build up lust.

She loved what she was doing to him. She loved the power of breaking this

young innocent. She wanted him to feel pleasure. His body was useless now. He

just was being hit by an assault. He could hardly move. This over 50 woman was

breaking him in half. He screamed till he couldn't scream anymore. He came

more then he ever came before. He stop begging her to stop after a while

 

She lifted him up after his explosion. She turn him upside down and started

licking his cock clean. She sucked him. He juice lips wrapped around his cock

giving him a blow job. She sucked him in as his body dangled. He teeth tease

the tip. She then use her big tongue to lick the shaft up and down as he jerk.

She had him lick her pussy as he hung there. She drench his face. She lapped

up his juice tasting the sweetness

 

2 hour late

 

She held his body over her head getting the last drops of cum. She dropped him

on the bed broken.

 

"To think babe. I was going easy on you. But I wont tonight" She said and let

out a laugh

 

The end'

 

So full of confidence, and ready to show-off my talents on the keyboard, I breezed into the study. My confidence and literally all my breath was taken from me as I looked at the screen to see what he had displayed.
“What do you make of this?”
I stood there, not blushing, but ashen white, the blood had drained from my face.
“Well? Nothing to say for yourself? Well what about these emails, I bet Mr Holmlund doesn’t know about these?”

I tried my best to sound in control.
“You shouldn’t be looking in my private mail account.”
“Ok then. If you want to get silly about this. I’ve printed a few of these emails out on paper, and I’ll make sure your husband gets to know what his slut of a wife has been up to.”
“No you can’t.”
“Can’t! Who says I can’t?”
“But please. I haven’t been unfaithful to him. It’s just words on the internet.”
“So he won’t mind then. Will he?”
“Please I beg you, please don’t tell him.”

“If I keep quiet, what will you do for me?”
“What do you mean?”
”You know what I mean. Will you fuck?”
“No. You can’t ask that of me. Please. I’ve never so much as kissed another man since I got married.”
“My, aren’t we the little angel. So what about these stories you’ve been reading?”

Well I guess at this stage, I’d better explain exactly what this man had found, and what my situation was. My Name is Camilla Erricson, I’m married to Göran, and we have two beautiful children Helle aged 3 and Björn 6. I am 32, and I’ve been so very wicked. My Göran is so sweet and he cares for me and the children so lovingly. I really do love him with all my heart, but! I know you’re thinking, ‘with true love there can be no buts’. In truth, I would never cheat on Göran, even if the most handsome man in the world wanted to date me. But I have a dark side, and like Lady Chatterley, I don’t think we are given these dark thoughts for no reason.

So one day whilst idling some time away on the net, I made a search for ‘sex’. As you can imagine I was swamped with sites to visit. After I’d browsed around about ten or so sites, finding only pictures and videos that I found crude. I began to think that maybe the dirty side of sex wasn’t what I was looking for. In truth I had no idea what it was, this indefinable thing I needed. It was just my sex life with Göran was so safe and predictable, I thought there had to be something more. Then, reading through the search results, I saw a site that was free, didn’t need you to register, and contained adult stories. I had no idea what to expect, but when I logged in, the range of material available was mind blowing.

Over the next few weeks I read various stories, some very wicked, involving rape, bondage, and incest. There were even stories of women having sex with animals! But the idea of this turned my stomach, so I avoided them. Reading these other stories got me very excited, sexually I mean, you know, wet. But even though I was now hooked on reading these stories, they were in the majority, pretty shallow, with little or no real story, just an excuse for describing sexual activity. Then one day I read a story, and it all seemed so innocent, it was only the fact of where the story was posted, that let me know something was eventually going to happen to the woman who was the main character in the story. I won’t go into detail, but this poor innocent; and normal housewife was tricked into various situations, ending up with her starring in a porn video, and being gang raped.

Well if the other stories had got me wet, this one had me in a trance. I’d been fingering myself all the time I’d been reading, and it was a long story. How many times I’d come I can’t remember. Well I read this same story over and over again for three days running, each time getting the same thrill, imagining myself to be the central character. This one day I plucked up courage, and emailed the author, he’d left some silly little statement at the end of his story, asking for girls from England to email him. Well I hadn’t mentioned it, but I’m from Sweden, and proud of it, but I emailed him anyway.

Then I waited and waited. Day after day I’d dash to the PC after work to see if he’d replied. Three days, no reply. On the fourth day, I’d had to do some shopping on the way home, and by the time I got home my Göran was already there. So I just thought, it’s not worth risking looking now, he won’t have replied anyway. And even if he does, what will he want to say to me? So it wasn’t until the next morning, Göran had just left for work; the children were having breakfast, so I opened my mail. There it was; he’d replied to me.

It was a simple courteous reply, not very personal, but he’d supplied me with a list of the stories he’d written, and told me which site they were available on. I once again won’t go into detail, but when I couldn’t actually find these stories, I emailed him back, and he kindly pasted the whole text of a story into an email for me. In fact it was three emails, containing Parts one, two, and three of a series he’d written.

I started reading the story, and was once again, immediately the central character. This girl was I guess raped, but not with violence, more persuasion, and circumstance. Then as the story progressed, it moved to a new dimension. I said before the thought of animal sex turned my stomach. Well now reading this, in my mind, I was this girl, and after being gang raped, they were making me have sex with a dog. But amazingly, this got me hotter than I like to admit. So I read on, this was real hard-core animal sex, not just dogs, but then horses as well. And to my shame, I loved every word of it, and I couldn’t stop reading.

So that is where we are now! The builder had somehow found this story on my PC, and then read my emails to and from the author. Well I’d been ashamed of myself before, when only I knew what I’d been doing. But now this horrible builder man knew, I felt really humiliated. But if my Göran ever found out, I’d kill myself! I could never look him in the eye again.

So back to my predicament.

 “My, aren’t we the little angel. So what about these stories you’ve been reading?”
“They're nothing. I read them with my husband.”
“You bloody liar! You say in your emails, your husband has no idea you read this shit!”
“But they’re just stories.”
“Ok then. Let’s see shall we? I’ll print one out, and you can read it to me.”
“If I read one, will you promise not to tell Göran?”
“Well maybe. Let’s see if it gets me turned on first.”

He’d soon got the printer churning out page after page, and before it had finished, he’d picked up the first few sheets, and handed them to me.
“Come-on then, you sit here and I’ll stand behind you.”
He got up from my revolving computer chair, and sat me down. I didn’t know if I would be able to read the dirty words this story contained out aloud. But I knew that I had to do something to avoid my beloved Göran finding out what a wicked woman I’d been.

As I started reading, his arms reached around from behind me, and his hands cupped my breasts. This sent such a violent shiver down into my lower tummy, and my nipples instantly became hard. I stopped reading.
“Please no. I don’t like you touching me.”
“I don’t care what you like. You know the alternative. Now get reading, and think yourself lucky I haven’t got your knickers off.”

I resumed my reading, as his fingers were manipulating my nipples through the thin material of my blouse and bra. The story was now getting to the build-up of the first sexual action, and this by itself would have me getting wet. But with his manipulation of my breasts, I could feel a throbbing like I’d never felt before. It was like a really bad case of butterflies in the tummy, but not actually my tummy. It was deep in my .. You know where I mean, my private part.

Then he unbuttoned my blouse, and slipped his hands back inside my bra. There was an overwhelming rush of passion as our flesh met, his bare fingers, and my naked nipples.
“P p please d don’t.”
“Just keep reading.”
I carried on, but I was near to orgasm, and I could do nothing to control my body. Then as I read the part of the story where the woman took her first penetration, it happened. I had to stop reading, and I couldn’t stop myself arching my hips forwards lifting my bottom from the seat.

“My! That does do it for you.”
Said Johan (the builder) as I calmed back down and regained my seated position. I didn’t reply, but just blushed a bright red. He was now stood in front of me, his big hard dick in his hands pointing directly at my face.
“Ok my little beauty, are you going to suck me off now?”
I was so humiliated by my own lack of control, but I knew that he wouldn’t be satisfied until his dick had shot its load of spunk. So I made not the slightest protest, I just resigned myself to getting it over with.

Now even this I would have thought would not be worth describing from my point of view, as all I thought I was doing was to get his juices rising. But I am so wicked and my body is not under my control during sex. As my mouth opened and my lips encircled the end of his dick, my tummy started pulsing wildly. He wasn’t making my control any easier; he’d now cupped both my breasts, and was busy working my senses to a crescendo. This is not something that I have done very often, as my Göran thinks it is demeaning for me. But as this big dick hardened in my mouth, I pushed hard down onto it, forcing him into my throat. I took his dick as he roughly worked my breasts and all the while my orgasm was building. As he shot his salty spunk into my throat, I gyrated my hips from side to side and moaning wildly I slid from the seat onto the floor.  Johan just stood there watching me with his dripping limp dick in his hand.

When I regained my composure, I picked myself up from the floor, and sat back onto the chair. Johan was standing in the doorway, smoking a cigarette.
“Please. My Göran doesn’t like anyone smoking in the house.”
“But he’d be ok with you giving me a blow job?”
“Please. He will smell the smoke the second he walks in.”
“Well at least then he won’t smell your cum stain on the carpet then.”
And with that he’d looked down and nodded towards where I’d been writhing about. And yes I’m ashamed to say, there was a wet sticky patch on the floor, which had leaked out from my orgasm. I coloured up bright red, feeling so ashamed again.

“Will you promise not to tell Göran now?”
He put his hand into his inside pocket, and pulled out a roll of printed sheets of paper.
“Well you were pretty good, so I guess you’ll be safe for now. But I’ll keep this lot, it’ll take us all tomorrow to finish the work on your garage, and I guess the old feller will want some more attention again before we’re done here.”
“Please I’ve done what you asked me to.”
“I know you have my dear, and very good you were. But like I say, we’re here until tomorrow evening, and every time I look at you, I’ll just be getting more excited. So I guess we might need a repeat performance. It wasn’t that bad was it?”

I dropped my head into my hands, and never answered him. He turned and left, going out to join his workers. I went to the kitchen, collected my cleaning pack, returned to the study, and cleaned up the mess that both Johan’s dripping dick and my orgasm had left on the floor. Then I noticed the computer chair also had telltale marks. Once I’d finished cleaning up, I returned my cleaning kit back to the kitchen. From the kitchen window I could see the garage, and the three workers. That is Johan the boss, and his two men. Johan was about forty-five. The eldest of his men was about the same age, his name was Stenn. The other man, was only about twenty-five, this was Loather. He was always stripped to the waist, displaying his muscle bound chest. He was built like a body builder, not one ounce of excess fat, and muscles where I didn’t know muscles existed.

So as I watched these men, they had all stopped for a cigarette break, Loather, just taking the break, but not smoking. Then to my horror, I began to think that it looked like Johan was telling them about what I’d just done for him. I know I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but some of the actions, and the looks on the faces of the two men listening, didn’t leave me in much doubt. Now the thought that both these men might know what I’d just done was bad enough, but the reaction that this tale received from Stenn terrified me.

He was coming towards the house, and encouraging Loather to join him. They could only want one thing! I turned and ran towards the stairs, and as I started to make my ascent, I heard them coming in the door.
“MRS ERRICSON. MRS ERRICSON, WHERE ARE YOU?”
It was Stenn’s voice booming through the house. I was only half way up the stairs, but even if I'd reached my bedroom, what could I do? They would only threaten to tell my husband, so I’d have no option but to satisfy them both to keep them quiet. I stood still on the stairs, just half way up, and I turned to face them as they appeared at the bottom.

“Are, there you are. I was calling but you never answered.”
I tried to sound as unconcerned as possible.
“Yes. Is there a problem?”
They both started climbing the stairs to meet me.
“Not if you look after us like you just did for Johan.”
By now we were standing face to face, two steps apart, but them being taller, our faces were almost level with each other.
“Ok. If I do the same for both of you, you promise that no one will say a word to Göran?”
“We have nothing to tell him. Do we Loather?”
“Not if I get my ball sack emptied, I don’t”

“Well turn around then; we’ll do it down stairs.”
“No my dear. We are the ones who are giving the orders. And I say you turn around, I want you in your bedroom.”
“No. I’ve said I’ll do it for you. But I’m not defiling my husband’s bedroom.”
“You stupid bitch! Don’t you understand! I said we are giving the orders. Now get up to your bedroom before I pick you up and take you there.”
The anger and menace in Stenn’s voice frightened me, and my stern resolve just collapsed, instantly turning me into a submissive slave. I turned around, and as I made my way up the few remaining steps, someone’s hand was forcing itself up in between my legs.

“Please don’t do that, I beg you.”
The hand kept forcing and before I’d got to the top step, it reached its goal.
“You can beg all you like my dear. But if you don’t spread your legs and give me some room to get at your cunt, then I’ll make you wish you had! And I promise you won’t like my methods. Now open those fucking legs.”
I instantly opened my legs, and with a push in the middle of my back with his other hand, I once again began walking, somewhat duck fashion towards my bedroom. He by now had two fingers up the side of my panties, and up inside me. I was of-course still wet from my session with Johan, so he had no difficulty probing deep into me.

This rough treatment, although abhorrent to me, was still making my silly hormones go wild. I hated everything they were doing. Their demanding approach, the violation of my marital bedroom, his fingers probing deep inside my private love. But hate them and what they were doing as much as I did; my body was reacting like that of a common slut. With each step I took, I squirmed myself deeper onto his fingers. By the time we were stood along side the bed, I felt myself wrap my hands around his shoulders to stop myself from falling whilst I gyrated my open thighs on his fingers.

“I see what Johan meant, she's fucking mad for it. Lets get her laid on the bed and strip her naked.”
I heard the words, I knew what they meant. And as much as I could never let anyone do this to me. Here I was being laid back onto my own bed, with Stenn’s finger ramming in and out of me, my hips lifting to complement his thrusting, while Loather was pealing off my clothes. I just let him! No sign of struggle or protest, my arms and legs were pulled from side to side, and up and down until I was naked.

Now Loather was on the bed astride my shoulders, he was also naked. His big dick semi-hard dropped towards my mouth. He took my hands and placed them on his shaft, and he leaned forwards dropping his dick to my lips. I just took it inside my mouth, and he started thrusting deep into my wind-pipe. My whole body was aflame, and then I realised that although I was humping my hips, Stenn was no longer ramming me with his fingers. I did have a conscious thought, but decided he must be stripping off ready to follow Loather, in fucking my mouth. So I once again drifted off, back into the land of sex and sensation.

Then as something big pushed up into my crotch, I felt myself being stretched wide to take something more than fingers. I tried to resist him. I promise I did try. But my effort was too weak, and the onslaught was too strong. It pushed its way relentlessly up inside me, stretching me like my Göran has never done. Then as I felt his body contacting mine he started a slow thrusting in and out. Well even if Göran himself had walked in at that moment, I think my wicked body would have just kept on thrusting in unison with Stenn’s dick. Out of control is all I can say. Every fibre of my body was being taken to heights they had never been to.

Then Loather pulled his dick from my mouth, and started jacking himself, shooting his cum all over my face and into my hair.
“Oh fucking yes! She’s a fucking slut alright. Look at her.”
I was past caring what they thought; all my body wanted was pleasure. And I wanted this big dick inside me to explode, lighting the touch paper for what I knew would be an orgasm to beat all the orgasms I’ve ever had.

“See if you can find a camera, they’re bound to have one. We’ve got to get a picture of her face like that.”
You might have thought that on hearing Stenn’s words I would have come to my senses. But no, I didn’t. I carried on thrusting with my lover, and apart from licking up and swallowing the spunk that was on and around my lips; I never attempted to wipe my face clean. Instead my hands were clasped to Stenn’s hips, encouraging the increase in pace that I knew would bring his thunder bolt!

I wasn’t disappointed, the increase in pace had been the fore-runner to his climax. So now, as he changed to the stabbing thrusts, I could feel the warm seeds he was shooting deep inside me.  My body arched itself high in the air, and my hole gripped his dick. Then as I dropped back to the bed and writhed about, my legs wrapped around his waist. Exactly how the rest of my orgasm went I’m not sure. I wasn’t there. I was floating somewhere in heaven. Floods of warm pleasure were flowing through every vein in my body.

When I did eventually gain my senses, both of them were dressed and busy looking at the little pre-view screen on my Göran’s camera. It came to me what kind of pictures they had on there, and what I’d just done. Why am I so bad? I go to church. I believe in God. I pray every night. And above all, I love my Göran. So how could I do what I’ve just done? I feel so bad.

But the photo’s! They’re on Göran’s camera!
“Hey! You have to delete those pictures.”
Stenn looked across, and it was a very black look, gone the smile that had been there a second before while the two of them were looking at the camera.
“Who the fuck are you telling what to do! If we show these to your husband you’ll be lucky if you're not sleeping in the gutter tonight!”
“Please I didn’t mean it like that. Please, I beg you; let me wipe them off before Göran comes home?”

“That’s better. Asking and begging. I can tolerate that. But there’s no way these pictures are getting deleted.”
“But please if my Göran finds them.”
“Well little miss computer. You’d better take them off this camera and email them to me. And no tricks, if I can’t download them when I get home, then you’d better have left the country by tomorrow. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, I’ll do it for you. But I will have to reduce them. They’ll be too big to email.”
“Don’t try getting fucking smart with me. Do you know what the fuck she’s going on about?”
“I think so, but we’d be better off asking Johan, he understands these computers. I’ll go and get him; you might as well get her down to where the computer is.”

“Come-on then slut. Get that sloppy cunt of yours off the bed, and get that computer of yours fired up.”
“Can I put some clothes on, please?”
“Well don’t fuck about. As soon as I hear Johan coming into the house, you’re going downstairs, clothes or no clothes.”
I rushed around, only having time to pull on a pair of knickers, and a skirt. I had to put my blouse on whilst going down the stairs. My bra he’d pulled from my hand, and thrown back onto the bed.

So now I was seated in front of my PC, and downloading the pictures from the camera into a folder I’d made.
“Do you know what she means about not being able to email me the full picture?”
“Yes she’s right. These are too high in quality, the file size is too big to email. Here, look at this.”
Johan reached over my shoulder, took hold of the mouse, and opened the thumbnail that was a close-up of my spunk covered face. I could have died, I felt so humiliated, and there are no words to explain. I’d lain there, knowing they were taking them pictures. I felt sick, and actually started heaving. They parted like wild fire, as I burst out of the room and rushed to the toilet. I threw-up, but I was wrenching my empty stomach and it hurt like hell. So I was now on my knees, head in the toilet bowl, feeling the most wretched I’d ever felt in my life.

How can emotions be so extreme? In minutes I’d gone from pleasure the like of which I’d never dreamed existed, now down to the depths of despair, to the point where I was considering taking my own life!

How long I spent with my head in my hands on the rim of the cold ceramic bowl I don’t know. But gradually I calmed down, and tried to get things into a sense of proportion. Yes I’d now been unfaithful to my Göran. And yes it was in our own bed. Oh God! How can I find any excuse for myself? I’m a bad wife, and no better than a common whore. But what is done is done. And if my Göran never finds out, then he will not be hurt. But maybe more important, my babies, they haven’t done anything wrong. Why should they suffer? What ever happens, I have to get through this, and Göran mustn’t find out. He’d take my babies from me, and then I’d have no alternative but to take my life. But even that would be punishing my babies for something that I’d done wrong. No. Göran is not going to find out! I’ll fuck all three of them if I have to, but my secret has to be kept from Göran.

I’d heard their loud banter going on, as they’d been going through the pictures that I’d downloader for them. But until now, I hadn’t been taking any notice of what they were saying.
“Look at that. You’ve zoomed in until her cunt is blown up to the size of a DVD, and you can see the detail of every single hair around her cunt. Look at the amount of cum oozing from it.”
Yes they were not just looking at my pictures; they were drooling over every detail. I slowly made my way back, and stood silently in the doorway. I’d been there a good five minutes before any of them noticed me, their mouths were almost dribbling as they meticulously scanned every detail of the most private and sacred part of my body.

Up until now, only Göran and the doctors that delivered my babies had ever seen that part of me.
“You’re back. I’ve explained to the lads here, that emailing will, as you say, mean reducing the quality. So instead, I’ll bring some blank CD’s with me tomorrow, and you can put the pictures onto them at full file size.”
“But that would mean leaving them on the PC overnight.”
“Yes, that’s not a problem is it? They won’t damage it.”
“But if Göran finds them?”
“Look you weren’t that worried before, leaving the emails to your boyfriend on there. And that bloody dirty story. I tell you what lads, I bet even your filthy minds couldn’t come up with some of the filth that’s in the stories she reads. This guy who writes them must be one depraved filthy bastard.”

“Please don’t say things like that about him?”
“Oh my dear! Touched a nerve have we? You don’t like to hear the truth about your boyfriend?”
“That’s not the truth. His stories are not filth.”
”What all that fucking with dogs and horses, you don’t call that filthy?”
“It’s not like that.”

“I beg to differ. That’s all that story is about, fucking with one animal or another. The two of you are fucking depraved if you ask me.”
“I know there are animals, but it’s the words he uses. The feeling he expresses. The other stuff just happens. The story is what is important.”
“Sounds like shit to me. But I guess if you’ve got the hots for this guy, even his shit smells good to you. They say love is blind. Anyway lads, we’d better get some work done, otherwise this job will end up costing me money. Now you remember; I know how many pictures are on there, and what the folder size is. So no deleting any, or down sizing them.”

As Stenn pushed past me, he took me back towards the wall, pinning me against it. His fingers went straight back up inside me, and he stood there probing me. It was pointless me struggling, or protesting, that only seamed to make him worse. So, knowing Johan would appear in a few seconds to drag him back to work, I just let him get on with it. Well it was only a few second before Johan appeared in the doorway, but he just stood there watching Stenn manipulating my womanhood. But as I’ve already confessed, I’m a dirty bitch. I don’t mean to be, but in that few seconds, he’d got my legs to start spreading, and I was panting in an audible way.

“Fucking hell Stenn, haven’t you had enough for one day?”
“Go on boss. Let me just have one more go at her. You can see she wants it.”
“Yes that’s bloody obvious. But I think we could troop all the bloody sailors from the naval yard through here, and she’d want more. Look at her, my bloody fluorescent light takes longer to turn on than her.”
“But it won’t take me long boss. Please. I’ll do and hours overtime tonight without pay.”
“But you’ve already had over an hour out of the day, and this job has got to be wrapped-up by the time we finish tomorrow.”
“Ok, I’ll start an hour earlier tomorrow as well. Go on boss. You know we can get the job sorted if we pull our fingers out.”
“Ok. But be as quick as you can, she don’t need any fore-play. And don’t fuck yourself silly, I want some work out of you when you've finished.”

“So does that go for me as well?”
Now Loather had started. I heard it all going on, but I did and said nothing. Instead I’d just stood there in a trance, well almost stood. I was now spread that wide, with my legs so weak, before long I’d be on the floor.
“Oh, come-on then. Get her up to the bedroom, you can both have her at the same time, I’ll take the pictures. Make your mind up whose having her arse, we haven’t got time for swapping about.”

So with their help, I once again was taken up the stairs, stripped, and laid back onto the bed. They were soon naked, and I was rolled over onto Loather, my legs astride his hips. Up he went, and Stenn was soon kneeling behind me. He had obviously been lubricating his dick, I guess with my love juice. But then he started pushing his wet finger up my bottom, after a few investigational probes, he decided I was wet enough to try his dick.

I felt it push, and my bottom did start to open, but I let out such a scream. I felt my skin was being ripped apart. But it was as though I’d never said a word. He just pushed, until it forced its way in. By the time they’d both been fucking for five minutes, the pain side had diminished to a dull ache. But all those demons within my being were now taking over. I was thrashing myself as hard against them as they were thrusting into me. And now I felt an overwhelming desire to swear. I want to tell them to FUCK ME HARDER. But I couldn’t get my lips to utter the words.

Then as I was trying to muster my resolve, Stenn changed to his rapid pace. I knew the climax was almost here, and all I could think was I had to cum with them. Then as he jerked violently, I could feel his hot cum, what a sensation that was. And then, like the time before, my Cunt. Did I say that? Yes my Cunt contracted onto Loathers dick, then exploded with such a flood of cum, the like of which none of these guys had ever seen before. Although most of my orgasm is a sort of blank dream type memory, the pictures they took, and the comment they made afterwards, left me in no illusions as to my extraordinary performance.

This time as Johan knew what he was doing; they just left me on my bed, while two of them got back to work. Johan transferred the pictures to my PC, then he joined his men, and that is where they stopped for the rest of the day. Now I’ve seen lots of men working doing various types of jobs. But to watch these three men, especially Stenn and Loather, it was amazing. There was no sauntering around, and standing chatting. It was almost reminiscent of an old Charlie Chaplin or Key Stone Cops movie. Everything was being done at double time.

Then as my Göran’s car pulled up in front of the house, I opened the door to greet my children that he has picked up on his way home from work. A lump comes to my throat, and as my Göran smiles at me, my eyes well-up with tears. I am really struggling to hold myself together; I don’t think I’m going to be able to do this. Then as Björn bounded his way towards me, I opened my arms. The feeling as he hugged me could only be matched by the feeling I got two seconds later as Helle did the same. I quickly smothered them with kisses, and turned them towards the house. Then as they raced each other to be first to switch on the TV, I brushed the tears away before turning back again to greet Göran. As my arms wrapped themselves around him, I hugged and kissed him passionately.

“Hey Camilla. Are you trying to squeeze me to death?”
“Oh god. Sorry. Oh Göran, I love you so much.”
“Hey Camilla. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just love you.”
“Well I know that, but you don’t usually try to prove it by choking the breath from my body. Is everything alright? Or has something happened today? And what's the workers truck still doing here?”
“No nothings wrong, it’s just been a long day, having to stop in with no one to talk to. I just needed to have a cuddle.”
“Come here.”

His arms circled my waist, and he pulled me up until our lips met. This was what I really wanted from life, a husband who is warm and caring. The kiss lasted for about thirty seconds, but was interrupted by.
“Well that’s a sight you don’t see much any more.”
It was Johan, carrying a big toolbox out to his truck. Göran immediately put me back to the floor, as if we were still school kids that had been caught kissing in the playground.
“Ah. It’s you Erricson. I wondered what your truck was still doing here.”

“Nothing to worry about now, even though we are running a bit behind. We had a bit of a hold-up with the big doors. But thanks to your lovely wife and some suggestions from my lads, we all managed to cum up on top.”
“So how did you get involved with helping them out?”
“Nothing really, I just let them use my PC to look for parts.”
“She’s being modest. Without her help, we’d never have cum up so many useful sites.”
“Yes she certainly knows her way around the PC. One day I’ll have to get her to teach me how to turn it on. Anyway if the problem is sorted, do you still expect to be finished by tomorrow?”
“Yes. We’ll be here at 7:30 in the morning. With the early start, we should be gone before you get home from work.”

“I’m just thinking aloud here. And if you have any objections, just say.”
Göran had started his conversation talking to Johan, but then he’d turned to look at me.
“It’s like this Johan; my wife is used to going to work, and being with people all day.”
“No Göran. There’s no need to bother Mr Erricson with my problems.”
“No darling. Let me finish. There’s no harm in asking. Johan can always say no if it's any trouble for him.”
“That’s right. But if there’s something I can do for your good lady, I’ll be only too pleased to help.”

“See my dear. Well it’s like this Johan, as I say she’s used to having people to talk to. I think this week, sitting in the house on her own has been a bit of a strain, and I blame myself for not thinking about it sooner. But, if it doesn’t inconvenience you to much. I was thinking when you or any of your men are taking a break, would it be too much to ask that you maybe come and sit in the house with my wife, to give her a bit of company?”
“Why of course we will.”
“But Göran. They use their break to have a smoke, and you know you don’t like smoking in the house.”
“Sorry, not being a smoker, I never even gave that a thought.”
“No problem Mr Holmlund. Loather doesn’t smoke at all, and Stenn and I can have a quick blow while we’re working. I’m sure being in the company of your good lady will be more rewarding.”
“Well thank you Johan. There you are Camilla, looks like tomorrow you’ll have something to keep you busy. Ok I’m going in to get my well earned evening meal now, so if I don’t see you tomorrow morning, thanks for all the work you've done. Bye.”

With that we went in the house. But as I looked back out at Johan whilst closing the door, he gave a knowing wink and dirty gesture holding his hand to the bulge in his trousers. Well the workmen all left, and the evening passed by, without event. In bed that night, Göran was so tender and loving, I just felt so dirty and ashamed. My only consolation was that I did all those things to protect Göran and my children. But deep down, I knew this was not true, I’m just bad.

The morning arrived, and everything went as normal, children ready for nursery and school, and Göran getting ready for work. Then I saw the workers arriving, and they all gave me a friendly wave as they passed my kitchen window. Then Göran got his things together, the children both gave me my goodbye kiss, and I watched them drive off for the day. Before I’d closed the door, I heard my kitchen door opening. This was the door that led to the garden where the workmen were.

So as I closed the door and turned around, I wasn’t surprised to see them all walking towards me from my kitchen.
“Good morning Camilla. Did you have a good night?”
“Yes thank you. I suppose you’ve got those blank CD’s you want burning?”
“Well yes I have, but I’ve left them in your kitchen. They can wait until later. I think you can guess what we want first. And your husband did ask me to make sure we looked after you. So we wouldn’t want to let him down, now would we?”

By now they had reached where I was standing by the front door, which placed us all at the foot of the stairs. Well I guessed it had started again. But if I could just get through today, my ordeal would be over. So I resigned myself to a day of humiliation, and decided to just do as they wished without any question.
“Ok. I suppose I might as well make my way to the bedroom?”
“No my dear. Stenn has a new idea for you.”
Oh god! What ever can he have thought of to humiliate me more than yesterday? Because that seemed to be his turn-on. I didn’t get the impression that the sex was important to him, he just liked being dominant and humiliating me.
“Well aren’t you going to ask what the idea is?”
“I assumed you were going to tell me whether I asked or not.”

Then Stenn spoke up. Usually he’d shown his deference to his boss, by keeping quiet while he’d been talking.
“Don’t you get disrespectful again you slut. I thought we’d taught you yesterday who was in charge around here.”
He had a way of making a simple statement sound like it was a threat to slaughter or mutilate you. My feeling of ‘Oh God!’ was now more one of ‘Oh Shit!’
“I promise I wasn’t being cheeky, I just meant I was waiting for you to tell me what you wanted me to do.”

Johan took the lead again, and Stenn thankfully backed-off.
“See Stenn, there was no need for that kind of attitude. Our little Camilla is going to do us all proud today.”
Then turning to me.
“Aren’t you my dear?”
“Yes. I’ll do what ever you want.”
“I think you meant – Yes Master.”
“I’m sorry Master. Yes Master.”

“See we have an obedient little whore who will do our bidding. Ok slut, run up them stairs, and fetch your husband’s camera, and be quick about it.”
I didn’t want them to take any more pictures, especially with my Göran’s camera. But I’d decided to get through the day by cooperating, so like the obedient little slut I was, I scampered up, and returned in seconds with the camera.
“Good girl, I’ll have that. Now before we go outside, I think we’ll all go and do what your husband asked. We’ll spend our first break in the house with you. Come-on then lads we’ll take our dirty old work trousers off, and leave them in the Kitchen where we left our boots.”

“But what if anyone calls to visit me?”
“Well it was your husbands request we kept you company, and he wouldn’t want our old clothes mucking up your lovely posh furniture.”
They were all soon seated along our big leather settee, in our back lounge overlooking the garden. All three of them had boxer shorts on, that were lowered to give me access to their dicks. I was about to kneel on the floor, to start working on them.
“Get stripped off first, and don’t rush. Put some music on, and let’s see you move your body.”
We can all think that we’re good movers on a crowded dance floor, with a few drinks bending the mind. But being asked to dance about at 8:00 in the morning, stripping my clothes off as I go, with three men watching while they work on their rampant dicks, this was not going to work however hard I tried.
I put the music on, I danced about, I stripped naked, and then I danced some more. But I didn’t feel sexy, and it was fairly obviously not doing that much for them.

“Ok slut you can stop dancing. Get yourself down here and get your mouth working on our dicks.”
“Hang-on boss, you’ve let Stenn try his idea out, what about me getting her to do mine?”
“Yours? I didn’t know your brain had ideas. I thought you were all brawn and no brain.”
“That’s not fair boss I pull my weight.”
“Well we know you pull your plonker. But go on then Einstein, lets all hear what your idea is before I agree to it.”

“Well you know the sun-trap?”
Now before I carry on with the rest of their conversation, maybe a little more explanation is required. We are lucky in that our garden is not overlooked from either side, and we have two meter high fences that are lined with seven meter high trees that can’t be seen through. But as the garden is fairly narrow, the sun can’t actually get down into the garden for sunbathing until mid-morning. So my wonderful Göran had designed a sun-trap on the roof of our garage. That was what these men were doing, reinforcing the garage roof, and building a stair case along the side wall of the garage. Then to prevent prying eyes, and to stop the north wind, they were erecting a high wall on the other side of the garage. This gave me a raised sun deck that would catch the first-rays of the morning sun without the trees causing a shaded area. And the high wall that was behind me would give total privacy. So when Loather said you know the sun-trap, it was this new present of mine he was referring to.

“Well you know the sun-trap?”
“We ought to, that’s what we’ve been building these last few days.”
“Well wouldn’t it be good to have her out there in the open air? Maybe lying on her sun bed reading us one of those stories, while we take her in all kinds of positions.”
“I like it. I think the boy has been using his head for once. I know once she starts reading that filth, that she goes crazy. And once she's got going, we’ll be able to do what we want with her. But we’ve still got this job to finish, so we'd better give ourselves an hour as a limit.”
“But boss, surely we haven’t got that much more to do to finish the job. Can't we just bang her till we’re whacked out?”
“Sorry Stenn. We’ll have one hour, then I want you both to get back to work. If as you say we haven’t got much more to do, then as far as I’m concerned, once the jobs in the bag, you can bang her until you see her husband’s car pulling onto the drive. I know that would give you a kick, seeing her greeting her husband, knowing your cum was still oozing from her cunt.”

“Ok boss. But I bet we’re finished before 12:00.”
“Well that gives you all afternoon to bang her in what ever way you want.”
All this talk went on, and not once was my consent asked for. So the men all removed their boxer shorts, and they walked me out into my garden. All four of us only had our shoes on, and this was only because of the rough stones in the garden path. They walked me up the new staircase that they’d built on the side of our garage, and then we were up high in the air on the roof. I have to admit, that apart from the bizarre circumstances, it felt so good up here. Only 8:15, but the sun had been warming this little area up for at least two hours. And with the wall giving protection from the slight breeze, there really was no need for any clothes. Well not to keep you warm anyway.

So enough of how good it felt, I was up here to be fucked by three men, and even though you maybe can’t call it rape, it certainly wasn’t voluntary. Someone spread out a large inflatable mattress, and I was helped into the middle where I lay myself down on my back. I was given the pages of the story.
“Shall I start from where we got to yesterday?”
“No. start from the beginning, Stenn and Loather won’t know what’s going on.”
Stenn butted in.
“I don’t suppose it will matter, I’ve read these kind of stories before, and they’re just descriptions of fucking, so she can start wherever she wants as far as I'm concerned.”
Then to my surprise, and contrary to his description of the story yesterday, Johan replied.
“No I think this story is better if you hear it from the beginning, its kind of good the way she gets reeled-in, I took it home and read it in bed last night.”
“What ever you say boss. All I want to do is get stuck into that cunt again, well, and maybe her arse.”

So I started reading, and this felt very strange. Being out doors, and reading aloud. The position we were in up here on the roof was well out of ear-shot of anyone, unless you really screamed very loud. So as I read, Johan was sucking one of my nipples, Loather the other. My legs were spread wide, and Stenn was working around my crotch. Well as you can imagine, the story, and the attention my body was getting, in moments my body had started to react. And of-course once my body started reacting, my morals went completely.

I’m not sure if it was having to read the rude words in the story out aloud, that changed my attitude, but when it got to the part of the story where Lady Virginia felt the first man pushing his dick into her, I shocked myself.
“Stenn. Fuck me Stenn.”
“You what!”
“Now Stenn. Please Stenn fuck me now. Quick.”
“Fucking hell she’s hot today. Ok little lady, you asked for it.”

He climbed in between my legs, and rammed his big hard dick up me as hard as he could.
“Fuck me Stenn. Make me have it. Fuck me hard.”
Well Stenn rammed me for all he was worth; I couldn’t read the story any more, because I’d lost all my concentration. Then to my surprise, I heard the story being read, it was Johan. Loather was still sucking my nipples; he’d taken them both over, going from one to the other. Now as he read, Johan lifted one of his legs astride my head, and leaned forwards. He could now place the pages on the floor, while he pushed his dick towards my mouth. This was wonderful; hearing someone else read the story, while being well and truly fucked, sucking a dick, and having my nipples worked on. Well as Stenn started showing signs of reaching his climax, I knew I’d be ready to join him. So as he started shooting, I let my cunt have its head, I didn’t just release the reigns and let it go, I was thrashing it with my whip. Well metaphorically, anyway. In other words I threw all caution to the winds, and became the slut my body wanted me to be.

They all took turns fucking both my cunt and arse, and I was a more than willing participant. This session lasted the hour as Johan had said, and during this time they had me into position that I didn’t even know sex was possible in. I know I came more times in this one session than I’ve cum in the last month. All of the men came repeatedly, and I’m sure even they lost count. But I guess when they re-tell the event to their buddies, they’ll make up a suitable high number of times. So now as Johan rallied his men together to continue with the job in hand, I gathered my mattress, and made my way back to the house to have a shower.

I removed the cover from the mattress, and put it in to wash while I took myself of to get my shower. Once I was refreshed and re-dressed, I came down stairs feeling wonderful. Then as I saw the CD’s that Johan had left on the kitchen table, it hit me again. Not only were there three CD’s for me to put yesterdays pictures on, there was also my Göran’s camera, which contained the pictures they’d taken of today’s session. Why, if this is so wicked, which I’m sure it is, then why do I enjoy doing it so much? If my priest could have seen me this morning, or my fellow choir members, what would they think of me? But enough of this guilt, if I don’t get these pictures burnt to disc, I could end up having one of this lot telling my Göran about me.

So off I go, and before long there are three CD’s with high resolution pictures of me performing sex acts of every description, with the three men. Once these are burnt, I erase them from Göran’s camera, and from my hard drive, not forgetting to empty the trash can.

I was just making my way to the kitchen with the CD’s when I hear someone at the front door.
“Hi Lena, come-on in. I wasn’t expecting to see you today.”
It was a friend of mine, a neighbour Lena Bella. A nice girl; but full of herself, and a real flirt. If men are about Lena plays the vamp, and always ends up the centre of attraction.
“I thought this sun deck of yours would be finished by now, and as it’s a sunny day, I thought I’d come and help you try it out.”
“Well you’re welcome to try it out, but they’re still working out there.”

And with that we both looked out into the garden. The only one of the three men to put all his clothes back on was Johan. Stenn and Loather were working away, still dressed in only boots and boxer shorts.
“God Camilla. Is that all the clothes your builders wear?”
“Well in a way it Göran’s fault. He asked them to spend their break time in the house with me. I stupidly told him I was bored being on my own. So when they came in this morning, they took off their work clothes, to save my furniture. But as it was sunny, it looks like two of them didn’t bother to put their old stuff back on. But at least they’re decent.”
“I’ll say they’re decent. That young one looks more than just decent, he looks good enough to eat.”

“Oh Lena. You’re wicked.”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t been tempted to go out there and molest him?”
“Don’t be so silly. They’re working. And you know I’ve got my Göran.”
“You might have Göran, but he’s not here, and they are. Working or not, I’m gonna’ go out there and see if I can divert their attention.”
With that she started stripping her dress off.
“You can’t be serious Lena.”
“Don’t worry; I’ve got my bikini on under this.”
“Thank god, for a moment I thought you were going out in just your knickers.”
“Well are you gonna’ put your costume on and join me?”
“Oh I guess so; the sun mattress is in the kitchen I’ve just put a new cover on it. I’ll go and get changed, are you going to wait for me?”

“No I think I’ll take a walk out there on my own, see if they notice me.”
“Oh they’ll notice you in that bikini; it doesn’t leave much to the imagination. There’s the phone, I’ll have to get that first, once I’ve got changed I’ll join you. Remember, behave yourself, you’re almost naked, and you don’t even know those guys.”
“Don’t worry, all men are the same, I’ll have them eating out of my hand by the time you come out.”
I remember thinking, if you’re not careful, they’ll be eating your cunt, never mind your hand. Well I answered the phone, it was the school; my little boy wasn’t feeling well. They didn’t want me to fetch him yet, they were just pre-warning me, to make sure I’d be in if they needed me.

So upstairs I went, and was soon changed into a nice one piece swimming costume, the last thing I needed was for the men to get the idea they could mess around with me while Lena was here. As I got to my kitchen I glanced out of the window, only to see Loather and Stenn, one either side of Lena, giving her a double fucking, whilst standing on the garage roof! Well like I said, it was bad enough them having sex with me, but I didn't want Lena to know about what they’d been doing. So I decided my best plan of action was to stop indoors until they’d finished fucking her, and she hopefully returned. I watched and waited, they turned her around, swapping from back to front. And eventually after about fifteen minutes, their jerking movements told me they’d soon be finished.

Lena was lowered to the mattress, where she lay for a good five minutes, but I saw Johan making gestures, and I guess he was telling them to both get back to work. This they did, leaving Lena to recover on her own. As I saw Lena picking herself up to her feet, and making her way down the staircase, I decided I’d make my way outside. She’d reached the bottom of the staircase by the time our eyes met.

“Lena. Are you alright?”
“God Camilla. Where have you been?”
“Sorry I got tied up on the phone, it was the school. Are you ok? You look like you've just run a marathon.”
“Let me get in the house, and I’ll tell you. It’s your bloody builders.”
I turned around and walked back to the house with her.
“My builders. Why what have they done.”
“Me! That’s what they’ve done. They raped me!”
Now this wasn’t the answer I wanted, if she had been raped, and we got the police involved, god only knows what the workmen might say about me to defend themselves.
“Surely not? You must have done something to encourage them?”

By now we were back indoors, and I’d poured her a stiff drink.
“Now tell me what happened.”
“Well I carried that air bed out, and as I got to the garage, I asked the younger one of them if he’d like to carry it up the stairs for me, and put it on the roof. The older one was already up there doing some job or other. Well as he climbed the steps, I walked up along side him, and put my hands around him, you know, just stroking his chest.”
“Why on earth did you do that? I told you to be careful; you’re not exactly dressed like a nun. You might know you’d be giving him ideas.”
“Well yes, but I never expected that he’d rape me.”

“So what happened?”
“Well as he was putting the mattress down, he just brought one arm around me, and rolled me down onto the mattress.”
“And then he got on top of you?”
“Well not straight away.”
“Go on then, what happened next?”
“Well, as he rolled me over to the mattress, I just grabbed onto what ever I could to stop myself falling. I didn’t mean to pull his shorts down.”
“Oh Lena! You pulled his shorts off?”
“Not on purpose. I just grabbed to save myself.”
“So who’ll believe that? So I guess once you’d pulled his shorts off, he pulled your bikini bottom off?”

“It all happened so quickly. As his shorts came down, his great big dick sprang out. Then from nowhere the other man appeared, and in seconds I was naked. They were all over me. I kept saying no. but they didn’t stop.”
“Well really Lena, did you expect them to?”
“I guess not. But you promise you won’t tell my Christer?”
“Don’t be silly, you know I won’t say a word. But are you alright?”
“Yes. It wasn’t that they hurt me; I guess it was quite pleasurable really. It was just them being in control, and not knowing who was watching.”
“Well no need to worry about that, which is why we picked that spot to sun bathe, it's totally secluded. And the builders won't dare say a word, not if as you say you were telling them no.”
“I think I’ll go home and get a shower, my Christer finishes early on a Friday, and I want to be refreshed before he comes home.”
“Ok bye for now, come around one day over the weekend, and we'll sunbathe together then.”
“Ok will do, bye for now”

So now she was gone, all I could think, which I know is very selfish, is, at least she’s held up the work, so they won’t have so much time to have sex with me. Well lunch time arrived, and they all packed up work, and made their way to the house. I asked them what they had been doing to my friend, but I got the story from a different angle. Like she said, she’d asked Loather to carry the air mattress up the stairs for her, which he said he did. But according to him, all the way up the steps, she’d been stroking his dick with her hand on the outside of his shorts. So by the time he got onto the roof, he said his dick was ready for her. Then while he was placing the mattress down, he says, she just stood there and lowered his shorts. So he said it would have been impolite not to have obliged her. Well who do you believe? I guess it doesn’t really matter who was telling the truth, the result was the same, and like I said, it had held up the building work, so they still hadn’t finished.

Now at this point, Stenn told me to sit on his knee. I thought.
“Oh god, here we go again.”
“Hold-up there Stenn. I said we’ll have no more playing about until this jobs finished. You and Loather have already put the job behind by larking around with that other trollop earlier on.”
So I looked like I’d be safe until the job was done.
“Have you done those photos for us?”
“Yes there’s three CD’s on the kitchen table.”
Well the rest of this break went without incident, and when it was over, they all trooped out to the Garden.

Then as they started work, an idea struck me. I ran out to the garage where Johan was working.
“Here’s the CD’s. I’ve just had a phone call from school; my little boy has been taken ill. I'll have to dash; I’ll lock the house when I go. I’ll get back as soon as I can, but if you’re gone by the time I get back, promise you won’t tell anyone about what you found on my PC.”
“Go on my dear. Playing around is one thing, but your children come first. And rest assured, your secret is safe with me. Hope everything is ok with your little boy. Take care.”

Well with that I was gone, straight around to one of my friends. When I got there, I phoned the school, to give them the phone number where I was in case they really did need to contact me. I waited until I knew my Göran would be on his way back from work before I made my way back home. The builder's truck was already gone, and I pulled into our drive about five minutes before Göran. This was the end to what had been a long two days. I didn’t contact the English author for about a week, as I felt so guilty. But then one day, I decided I’d just email him, to see how he was. Well he sent me another story, and I resumed my conversations with him via emails, as if the two days of hell had never happened.

After about three weeks, I'd just started to put the whole event out of my mind, it was early evening, there was a phone call, and Göran answered it.
“Camilla, it’s a man for you, I don't recognise his voice."
I took the phone, never dreaming it would be anything out of the ordinary.
“Hello, Camilla speaking.”
“Hello slut, remember me? You still owe me a fuck.”
I guess I turned white, but for a second or two I was stunned. Then as I stood there in silence, I had Göran asking me something, while Stenn was questioning me on the phone.
“What’s wrong dear? Who is it?”
“Cat got your tongue?”
“Err. It’s no one dear.”
“But you’ve gone all pale, you look terrified.”
“Oh sorry darling. It's just some bad news; a friend’s dog has died.”

Then from the phone Stenn spoke up.
“Now I wonder why you’ve got dogs on your mind, I bet you’ve been drooling over them dirty stories again.”
“Well who is it?”
“It’s just someone from work, but she’s too upset, that’s why her husband has rung me.”
“Ok, but what is he ringing you for, surely there’s nothing you can do to help.”
Stenn spoke up again.
“Tell him she wants you to go around to see her now, while he handles getting the dog to the vet. Then you can come and fuck me.”
“No I couldn’t possibly come out now.”
“What do they want you to do?”
“Oh it’s ok; he just wanted me to go around. She’s upset, and he wanted me to go and sit with her while he takes the dog to the vet. But I told him it’s too late for me to go out now.”
“You go. Your friend needs you. I'll look after everything here.”
“If you don’t come now, I’ll put a copy of this CD in the post to your husband.”

My mind was racing, here was Stenn threatening me, and me telling lies, like I did it for a living. And my lovely Göran was as usual, being caring and considerate.
“Meet me in ten minutes, in the car park of the Holiday Inn. Don’t be late, other wise I’ll be sending this CD, or at least a copy of it.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind if I go?”
“Don’t be silly, if your friend needs you, you go now. I’ll wait up for you.”
“I’ll get back as soon as I can. But there really is no need to wait up.”
“Well I’ll wait up all the same. Now you get yourself off, and help your friend out.”

The guilt came flooding back, here I was lying my head off, and going to meet a man to let him fuck me! I got in my car, and I was soon pulling into the car park of the Holiday Inn. As I slowly made my way through the car park, a car parked in one of the bays, flashed his headlights. God; that must be him. My heart sank, I knew I didn’t want to meet this guy, and I’d been getting more and more nervous as I’d travelled along. But now as my fate was sealed, the reality hit me hard. I got out of my car, and locked the door. Then as I walked these last few paces towards his car, my foot steps were getting smaller, and slower. Then as his window slid down, Stenn’s face appeared, revealing his smug grin.

“Come on slut, I haven’t got all fucking night. Get that fucking cunt of yours around to the passenger side.”
I didn’t reply, but now realised that Stenn would be even more brutal in his attitude now he hadn’t got the watchful eye of Johan keeping him in check. I opened the car door, and sat myself down along side him. As I reached back to pull the door closed, I felt his hand forcing its way into my crotch.
“Get that fucking arse forward on the seat, and spread your legs so I can get at your cunt.”
I did as he’d ordered, and as I slid forwards, his fingers went in past the side of my panties, and up my hole. With the door now shut, I lay back on the seat, legs wide open, with Stenn ramming away into me with his fingers.

“Get your fucking cunt over into the back, and get stripped off.”
There were no niceties like please or thank you, just cruel orders barked sharply. I did as ordered, and within seconds he was climbing into the back to join me. He hadn’t stripped, just undone his belt and lowered his trousers.
I lay back naked and opened wide, and he was soon fucking me like he hadn’t got a second to loose. And indeed, he was cuming up inside me before I’d even started to get relaxed.

“Right bitch, you can get yourself dressed now.”
I’d thought ahead, and brought tissues with me in my bag, so I was soon cleaned-up and dressed. Then as I was about to pull on the door handle to let myself out I said.
“Ok you’ve had what you wanted. Can I have the CD back now?”
“Back! Are you joking? I’m keeping that; it will give me many nights of good jacking-off material. Hey what do you think you’re doing?”
I’d pulled the door handle, but he must have had some kind of child locks on, as it had no effect at all.
“I was going back home, I’ve done what you wanted.”

“You’re going where I take you; I haven’t finished with you yet.”
“But please. I’ve let you make love to me. My Göran is waiting up for me.”
As he started the engine, and the car drove off down the road at great speed, he said.
"He’ll have a long wait then, wont he?”
“Please I’m begging you, my children might need me.”
“They don’t need a fucking dirty bitch like you; you’re going where you can make better use of your talents.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“You’ll soon find out, now shut your fucking face, or I’ll have to gag you.”

I sat in silence, watching the roads flash by, as we drove off into the darkness on roads I didn’t recognise. We travelled for about thirty minutes. Then the car slowed and pulled into a roadside pullover, and stopped right behind a big Mercedes car. All the doors opened on the car, and in the pool of light from our headlights, I saw four men approaching us. One was only a small man, who looked quite old, but the other three were massive, like bodyguards.
“Ok bitch, this is the end of the line. When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it straight away or I’ll fucking beat the shit out of you. You understand me?”
I was too terrified to speak; I just sat there trembling and nodded.
“I asked you a fucking question bitch. Do you fucking understand me?”
“Y Y Yes. I I’m sorry.”

With that he jumped from his door, and went to greet the men as they came level with his car. He shook the hand of the old man, who by the body language of everyone out there, it was obvious was the man in control. He then pointed to the back of the car, and walked up and pulled one of the back doors open.
“Get out.”
I climbed out, and stood there trembling, with all eyes upon me.

The old man, who I later found out was called Hans, spoke first.
“Let’s see her tits.”
Stenn spun around, and looking directly in my face he said.
“You heard the man.”
I just started unbuttoning my blouse, and then lifted my bra to show my breasts to the assembled group of men.
“Yeh, they’re ok. Spin her around, and get her to bend down and show me her goodies.”
Again I got the look from Stenn, and I instantly turned around. Put my hands up my skirt, dropped my panties and stepped out of them. Then I lifted the hem of my skirt up to my waist. And spread my legs wide open as I bent down. All this without Stenn saying a word.

I felt someone, I guess Hans, spreading my pussy lips open, and probing with at least two fingers. He probed my pussy for about twenty seconds, and then pulled out, and started pushing one of his fingers up my bottom.
“Yes, she’ll do. $10,000 wasn’t it?”
“You agreed to pay $20,000.”
“Well. Now I’m saying ten. Unless you want to argue the point with my friends back here?”
And with that he pulled his finger from my bottom, and I stood up in time to see him gesturing to the three big bodyguards standing behind him.

Stenn looked gutted as he took the money from the outstretched hand. But he realised he wasn’t in a good bargaining position.
“Ok take the fucking bitch; she’s getting fucking sloppy anyway.”
Suddenly the man gripped the money before it left his hand. Stenn gave a tug to try to retrieve it, but as the man nodded his head, two big men lurched forwards, and pinned Stenn back against his car, gripping his wrists as they pulled him away. Hans was stood there in front of him, money still in hand.

“So you think she’s getting sloppy, and you were still going to charge me the full price for her? Tie him down.”
These men didn’t need to be told how to do this; it was obviously something they’d done many times before. They’d produced a rope from their car, and in less than a minute Stenn was tied by his wrists to his door mirrors, laying face down over the bonnet (hood) of his car.

“Right my dear, I’m sure you have cause to want to get even with this man?”
I was just stood there, still petrified, and I had no idea how to respond to his question.
“I I don’t know.”
“Why are you stupid? Or are you just retarded?”
“N N No. I just want to go home to my children.”
“But my dear, surely you realise he's just sold you to me?”
“Well I guess so, but I need to get home as soon as you’ve done what you want to me.”
“You don’t get it, do you? You’re coming with me. If you do good, and men like you, I’ll keep you in a hotel. But if you do turn out to be a sloppy old hag, or you don’t please men clients, then you’ll end up walking the streets, and living in a brothel until I can sell you on.”

I burst into tears, and couldn't get the words to make a sentence.
“Sob. Please. Sob. My babies. Sob. My husband. Sob. God no. Sob. Sob. I beg you. Please.”
“Carry on like that, and I’ll sell you on tonight. Get your fucking self together or you’ll only be fit for dog fucking vids.”
“Please I beg you. Sob.”
“If you don’t want to end up making dog fuck movies, you’d better stop that crying.”
“S Sorry. Sniff. I won’t cry. I promise.”

“Ok get over there and take his belt from his pants.”
I didn’t know what this was leading to, but I went to Stenn, reached under his belly, and undid his buckle, then pulled his belt from his trousers.
“Pull his pants off.”
I unzipped his pants and started pulling them down.
“And his boxers. I want to see his bare arse.”
I reached back up to the waist band of his shorts, and pulled them down, collecting the trousers on the way. As soon as I’d got them from his feet, the bodyguards moved in, taking an ankle each, and tying him with legs spread wide apart.

“Ok my dear. This is your initiation test. Get it right, and you’ll sleep in a hotel bed. Fuck-up, and you’ll spend the night in the car boot (trunk), and by this time tomorrow, you’ll have made your first dog-porn movie. Do you understand me?”
I was terrified, and would have done what ever he told me to.
“Yes.”
“Yes master.”
“Yes Master.”

“Good. Take his belt, and thrash him as hard as you can, if you don’t make wheals on his flesh, I’ll have my lads demonstrate on your own arse, so make it good.”
I took hold of the belt doubled it over in my hand, and lashed across his bare bottom as hard as I could. He flinched, and his buttocks clenched as the belt cracked down on his flesh.
“That was good. Keep going until I tell you to stop.”
I kept on thrashing, but my arm soon got weak, and after about ten lashes, he said.
“Ok that will do.”

Then as I turned to look towards Hans, he handed me a big rubber dildo.
“Ok girl, I want to see this going right up his arse.”
Now I hated Stenn, but I knew that there was no way I could force a dry, un-lubricated dildo of this size up inside him.
“Have you got anything to lubricate it?”
“Force it up, make the bastard squeal.”

I didn’t think this was a man to argue with, so I took it across to his bottom, and pushed it at his hole. No way was it going to go up there without some kind of lubrication.
“If you don’t get it up, you’re sleeping in my boot and fucking dogs tomorrow.”
I pushed as hard as I could, but it just folded over in my hands.
“Use some common sense my girl. Either stick your tongue up his arse, or stick the dildo up your cunt to wet it.”

He was of-course right, but neither of these options appealed to me. His look told me I hadn’t got long to make up my mind, so not liking the thought of licking his bottom; I squatted with my knees apart, and eased the big dildo up inside myself. I’d soon got it going up to full length inside me, and my juices were really flowing. Quicker than I’d expected, and more than usual. All I can think is I was excited by having an audience.

Very soon I was pulling the now slimy wet dildo from between my thighs, and as I pushed at his bottom, it entered.
“Good girl. Now keep spitting on it as you push it up him.”
Now although I’d used the juices from my pussy to lubricate the dildo, I hadn’t done this to make it easier for Stenn. After all I owed him no favours; it was his fault I was here in the first place. So as I followed instructions and rammed this big dildo in and out of his bottom, Stenn was thrashing about against his bonds, and hating every moment. Whereas, I was now getting some kind of perverted pleasure making him suffer, and providing I could get the dildo to force its way in, I was forgetting about spitting on it. How long I fucked his bottom for I don’t know, but I began to realise that Hans was talking to me.

“Ok. Ok that’ll do. I think you’ve earned your hotel bed. You can stop now.”
I pulled the dildo out and turned to give it back to Hans.
“I don’t want it. Go on have one last stab at him. Ram it up, and we’ll leave him out here.”
I pushed the big dildo up him once more, forcing it in to full depth. Then I leaned my mouth down towards his head.
“I hope that fucking hurt you. I hate you for what you've done to me.”
Then I turned to Hans.
“Please master, can I just collect my bag from his car?”
“Ok. Be quick.”

I dashed back into his car, collected my bag, and searched furiously around his car hoping to find the CD.
“Come-on. If you’re not out here in two seconds, you’ll be sorry.”
I’d just about given up any hope of finding it, when as I was about to shut the door, I saw it lying in the door pocket. I picked it out, and lay it on the sill of the door, so when I slammed the door shut, it crushed the CD. Well at least that had got rid of Stenn’s blackmail hold over me. I dashed to where Hans was stood waiting for me.

“Its only 12:30, I think we can take you to see some friends of mine, then you can show me if you’re gonna be worth the money you just cost me. Oh I forgot, in the end, I got you for nothing, so I guess even if I have to sell you on for dog meat, you’ve got to be worth the cost of the petrol.”
He ushered me into the back of his car, and as he followed me in he barked an order to the driver.
“To Klein’s place.”

As we sped our way along the road, he asked.
“Have you done anal?”
“Yes master.”
“Good you remembered. Have you done double penetration?”
“Yes master.”
“Have you fucked with an animal?”
“No master.”
“Will you lick my arse for me?”
“Yes master. Do you want me to do it now master?”
“No. But so far you’ve got top marks. You are a bit old, and you’ve had children, but if you make the effort, and try hard, I’m sure I can make use of you for at least a couple of years. But don’t forget, the first time I get a bad report from one of my clients, I’m selling you on for dog meat.”

He then used his cell phone to call Klein, the man he was taking me to meet. After about twenty minutes or so, the car pulled up in the drive to a big house. We all got out, and I followed along at his side like an obedient little dog. When a man appeared at the door, Hans and he exchanged greetings, as old friends do. Then Hans turned around and gesturing towards me he said.
“Here she is, I’ll leave her with you for the night, and I’ll send someone around tomorrow to pick her up. Be on your guard though, she's new, and I don’t know if she can be trusted. Give me a call sometime tomorrow and tell me what you thought of her. Bye till I see you again.”
Then he turned again to me.
“Well go on then, get yourself inside.”
With that he turned around and was gone.

The door shut, and the man who was in his forties, and only about my height, put his arm around my shoulder, and walked me down the long hallway. He took me into a small room and he sat himself on a chair.

“Ok my dear. The rules of this game are that you are my daughter. And you’ve been sent home from boarding school, for misbehaving. So first, get yourself undressed, and into the clothes in that wardrobe. They are all school uniforms in there, of various sizes. When you are dressed, and don’t take to long about it, come and join me and my guests in the lounge. You’ll find it if you turn left out of this door, and knock on the third door you come to. Don’t be silly and try to leave the house, the guard dogs don’t ask questions. They’ll just rip you to shreds. Any questions before I go?”
“Do I call you daddy when I come into the room?”
“Yes my dear. What is your name?"
"Camilla."
"Very nice, ok, I’ll call you Millie. Now don’t be long.”

He left the room, and I quickly stripped off and found which size of uniform fitted me. In less than five minutes I was knocking on the third door along the big long hallway.
“Come in.”
I opened the door; it was a large room, with six men seated around a circular table. The table was a sturdy wooden one, lined in green baize; the men were obviously in the middle of a game of cards. The man who’d brought me into the house, walked across to meet me.
“Well gentlemen, it looks like my errant daughter has eventually arrived. Late as usual, aren’t you Millie?”
I just tried to answer with what I thought he’d want to hear.
“Sorry daddy.”

“I’ll bet you are now! Getting yourself expelled from the most expensive school in the country, and only a month into the start of the year. Right my dear, all of my friends here have donated money to sponsor your education, so I think they’ll all want to be involved in your punishment. You’d consider that fair wouldn’t you my dear?”
“Yes daddy.”
“Right gentlemen; are we all in favour of suspending the game, and sorting out this delinquent daughter of mine?”
They all had their own remarks to make, but there were no dissenting voices. On the contrary, they looked like they couldn’t wait a second to get at me. The cards were soon packed away, and the table top was folded up. It was a very strange table and within a few seconds it unfolded, now in a very different guise. The top was still circular, but now it was black leather covered. Hanging down from the table top on my side were two wooden arms that didn’t quite reach the floor. On the far side, built into the table top, were two leather straps, positioned about a metre apart.

My attention was suddenly diverted from the preparation of the table, back to ‘daddy’.
“So what is it going to be? Six of the best on your bare bottom, we’ll each have one slap.”
“I know I deserve it daddy, but please don’t make me take my knickers down.”
I knew they would, but I counted on this line exciting them, and maybe earning me some credits.
“NOT TAKE YOUR KNICKERS DOWN! You cheeky little bitch. For that, I think we’ll make it two slaps each. Now come over here.”

He walked backwards and sat down, leading me behind him by the hand. His chair was pushed away from the table, but still facing it. I was turned, so that I stood in between him and the table with my back to him, facing the table. The men around the table turned the table top, so that I was stood exactly in the mid position between the two wooden arms that were hanging down from the table.
“Lean forwards, and stretch your arms across the table.”
I did as he’d ordered, and two men the other side of the table took hold of my wrists. Whilst they pulled hard, stretching me to reach the restraining straps, two more men proceeded to tighten the straps around my wrists. These straps were then tensioned with a mechanism built into the table top. The tensioning of these straps on my wrists pulled me across the table pinning my groin to the table’s edge.

I felt daddy lifting the hem of my school tunic and pulling it up over my back. Then his hands were on the waist band of my knickers, and he was very slowly drawing them down over my bottom, down my legs and eventually off my feet. As soon as they left my feet, he snapped out an order.
“Spread your legs.”
Once again I instantly complied with his orders, opening my legs as wide as I could. But being pinned to the table’s edge, it meant my feet were now clear of the floor. A man at either side of ‘daddy’ took hold of my ankles, and pulled hard. Then I realised what the two wooden arms were that hung down from the table. Each ankle was placed into a strap that was fixed to the end of each of these arms. Then like my wrists had been, these arms were tensioned with a built-in mechanism. This pulling, not only stretched me wider, but hurt me at the top of my legs, forcing me to let out a slight.
“Yelp!”

Then daddy’s hand touched my left leg, just about knee height, on the inside. Just that touch was enough; I felt my pussy start throbbing. God, I knew that no matter how much pain they inflicted, this was going to make me cum, and I felt an anticipation I can’t explain. Gone all the fear, guilt, and trepidation. From now on I knew my wicked inner slut was in control of my body.
“Oh daddy no. Please daddy, don’t rub your hand any higher.”
“You cheeky little bitch.”
“SLAP”
His hand cracked across my inner thigh at stocking top height.
“Oh daddy no. You might catch my twinkle if you slap me up there.”

As expected his next slap was square across my pussy. But instead of a loud Slap sound, maybe because my pussy flesh is not hard and flat or because it was already wet and dripping or a combination of both, but the sound was more of a squelching noise like hitting a puddle. But the sting was still real, and so was my reaction. I let out another loud.
“Yelp.”

“Ok, let’s see whose next.”
Then someone must have operated some kind of trigger, because the table slowly started to revolve. Not spinning at high speed, just slowly turning by itself, like I was a kebab, and they were the hot gas burners. But unlike a kebab, this spit roast had six of them burning into my pussy with their eyes as I slowly rotated around in front of them. Then without anyone touching anything, it stopped. As I was facing a different man, I knew who ever it was that would be dealing out punishment to my pussy, it wouldn’t be daddy, but I couldn’t see who it would be. Then the man I was facing stood up, and unclipped the section of the table that my chin was resting on, and removed it. So now not only was my pussy exposed for the man behind me to use as he saw fit. But it was also possible for this man in front of me to present his dick directly to my mouth, which he immediately did. I’d opened my mouth, and was just about to take his dick, when a massive slap landed squarely across my pussy. And soft flesh or not, this one landed with a.
“Crack.”

It was a good job for the man in front, that I hadn’t already got his dick in my mouth; otherwise I might have bitten it off! As it was I let out another loud.
“Yelp.”
Then the dick forced its way into my mouth, and he started fucking my face. Then the second blow struck my pussy, and I gagged as I almost swallowed his dick. As the third slap made contact, a bleeping noise started.
“Ok lads, time to change.”
And the man with the dick in my mouth, pulled it free as quickly as he’d put it in. Then the table started rotating again, stopping almost immediately. My face had passed only two men. I assumed from this, that this table was some kind of very sophisticated device especially designed for this kind of sexual punishment.

Once again the man in front got to his feet, and a dick was entering my mouth. But this time, I’d just started sucking when I felt the man behind me rubbing my inner thigh gently. This instantly brought a flood of juices from my pussy, and I sucked the dick in my mouth as hard as I could. The man stood in front reacted by forcing his dick at my throat, and I took it without any sign of gagging. Then the man behind me started pulling the lips of my pussy open, and I felt what must have been his tongue flicking my clit. I wanted fucking but I knew this would not be the reaction they wanted from me, so I tried reversing the request.
“Daddy. Please stop him. Don’t let him fuck me.”

As I’d expected, daddy lapped this up, and said to the man.
“Go-on give the bitch a good poking.”
I didn’t have to wait long; the tongue left my pussy, but was soon replaced with a big bell-end of a dick probing for my hole. Once it found the slippery valley that led to my pussy, it just forced its way inside until his hips contacted my bottom. Then he fucked away, with slow leisurely strokes. But shit! The bleeping noise started again, and the dicks from both my mouth and pussy both slipped out as the table started rotating once again.

This was so frustrating, they’d no sooner start getting me going before they’d be pulling out. Then the next two men would be coming in. But I’d never know if my pussy was going to receive a hot hard dick, or a cold painful slap. They carried on this treatment for over an hour, making a joke of my reaction as I bounced between pain and pleasure. Eventually, after they’d all cum several times, in my mouth, pussy and arse, they let loose my bonds, and I was allowed to fall to the floor, where I curled up in a ball.

I’d only been laid there for less than a minute, when I felt, first a cold wet nose, as he sniffed around my bottom, then a warm tongue, as he started licking all around my exposed wet crotch. I instantly straightened my legs and turned onto my back.
“GET OFF.”
I shouted at the big black Doberman that was now probing, again using his nose.
“HEY BITCH. DON’T YOU SHOUT AT MY DOG! He lives here, you’re just a slave.”
I’d now sat up, and was using my hands to try and fend-off the dogs probing, as he pushed his head hard down into my inner thighs.
“DO I HAVE TO PUNISH YOU OR WHAT? GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY DOG. And if he wants to eat your fucking twat, you get your legs open.”

I knew these men would only force me if I resisted, and I’d probably get a beating as well, so reluctantly, I took my hands away.
“That’s better; now get your legs open.”
I slowly laid myself back down, and let my legs fall open, not wide, but enough for the dog to get his tongue into my crotch. I lay motionless, with tears bleeding from the corners of my eyes, my hands cupping my face to hide my shame. But my beastly bodily instincts were to pour more shame upon me. I was suddenly aware that I’d drawn my knees up and wider apart. Moreover, my hips were lifting, giving the impression that I was enjoying his attention. I made a mental effort to stop my humping, but although I managed to close my legs slightly, my efforts were futile. My humping steadily increased as the dogs probing got deeper, and I let my legs fall wide following an instinctive reaction.

By now all the men were either standing or kneeling around me in a circle.
Their comments were all inferring what a slut I was, and how much I loved the dog’s attention. But hate their words as much as I did, I guess they were right, I was now in full flow, humping up and down violently. Not I hasten to add, to prevent the dogs access, but to enhance the pleasure the dog was giving me.

“Milli my dear, lets have you on your hands and knees. It will feel more natural for Boston to lick his bitch when she’s the right way up.”
With this gently spoken request I was given lots of helping hands to assist me, and I was soon on my hands and knees, with Boston (as I now knew was the dogs name), licking as though we hadn’t been interrupted. My humping, was now somewhat different, I was now more pushing my pussy back towards him. I’d forgotten all about being ashamed, and the tears had gone. I know it’s hard to believe now, but at the time, I was genuinely surprised by the next event.

Boston stopped licking, and my first reaction was to turn my head to see why. But before I’d had chance to focus my eyes to where I thought Boston was, I felt his chest landing on my back, with his great long legs hanging down either side of my bust gripping inwards. I hadn’t time to react in any way, before what seemed like an attack from every quarter at once, was launched upon my body. As Boston tried to grip me tight by hooking his legs around my chest, a man either side had took hold of each knee, holding it still. Another man had grabbed my shoulders. And Boston’s dick was stabbing wildly all around the tops of my legs and crotch area.

I did feign a feeble protest struggle, but in truth, I knew it was pointless. And when Boston’s dick scored a direct hit, it slipped up inside my hole effortlessly. He then proceeded to fuck me in that characteristic frenzied dog way that we are all used to seeing street dogs fuck each other in the scenes from third-world ghettos. His knot was ramming the lips of my pussy, and with every successive push, as my pussy got more excited, it forced itself a little deeper in.  Before he’d been ramming at me for a minute, I felt the massive swollen knot entering my pussy. My pussy lips closed around the base of his dick, locking him firmly inside me. By now his dick must have been swollen to a monster size, because as it pulsed inside me, my tummy was feeling inflated. The humiliation that I’d first felt, now was forgotten, as I now revelled in the emotions this pounding was generating.

All hands had now released me, and it was just me and Boston. When I felt him shooting his load of cum, I reacted with a frenzied jerking action pumping not only Boston’s dick and swollen knot out of my pussy, but flooding a cocktail of my own cum mixed with Boston’s, and the residue from the six men. As I regained my control, I found myself lying back in a ball on the floor; bottom up in the air, with Boston licking deep into my pussy.

I turned over onto my back without having to be told to, and opened my legs to give him unrestricted access. Within a few minutes, Boston was humping all around my body, poking his dick at me from all angles.
“Come-on Milli. You can see he wants another go at you.”
I didn’t wait to be forced; I rolled over onto my hands and knees, and Boston was immediately around behind me, and getting mounted. It still took him a few stabs to find my hole, but once found, he was right in to full depth, knot and all in only a few pumps. This was another frenzied fuck, but as I had cum so many times already tonight, I was taking longer to reach a full blooded orgasm. But Boston shot his load in no time at all and immediately dismounted, turning to face the other way. But my pussy was locked tightly around his knot, and wasn’t going to let it go. So as Boston ran over to get praise from his master, I was dragged behind him, by the base of his dick!

This caused much amusement to all the men; they thought it hilarious, seeing me being dragged around like a rag doll stuck to his arse. Then as I’d hoped his knot was shrinking, he decided he wanted another fuck, and he just turned back around, lifting himself onto my back, and started fucking. He repeated this same humiliation at least four more times, and I began to think, I was locked onto him permanently! But I reasoned with myself, that I’d managed to dismount him the first time, because my pussy had dilated so much when I’d had my orgasm. So I guessed, if I wanted to get his dick out, my quickest method was to assist his fucking, by working on my clit at the same time. I gathered all my resolve and forgot about being humiliated, I just let myself go.

So as he mounted me for another fuck, I reached back in between my own legs, and worked my clit for all I was worth. Then as I saw one of the men was within reach, I took hold of his dick, and encouraged him towards my mouth. So now I had a dog fucking my pussy for all he was worth, my mouth forced down onto a guy’s dick, and my other hand back between my legs, frigging my clit. I let my mind drift to where ever it wanted to go, and I felt my orgasm building. As Boston shot once again, the man in my throat did the same. My pussy exploded again, and this time, as Boston turned around, and trotted away, his dick pulled out with a loud.
“Plop!”

“Well gentlemen, I think we can say the girl’s earned her bed for the night. Come-on then Milli, I’ll take you up to your room.”
With that I was taken to a room, where I was allowed to shower, and then retire to bed. I could see by the bedside clock that it was gone five o’clock, and I lay in bed wondering what my husband would be doing, and if my darling babies were ok. The tears streamed down my face all night as I turn first one way then the other, but try as I might, sleep eluded me, and eventually I saw the dawn breaking through the gap in the curtains.

“Good morning my dear, are we feeling refreshed and ready for a brand new day?”
I turned to face the man that had walked into my room.
“God! Milli, you look like shit! You’d better get your fucking self out of that bed and get tidied up. If Hanns get here to pick you up and he sees you looking like that, he’ll fuck off without you. And then he’ll send the meat wagon out here to pick you up. I can assure you, you won’t like where they take you, or what they’ll be expecting you to do. Now come on before he gets here. You were a good girl last night, so I’ll put a good word in for you. Come-on, lets get you to the bathroom.”

He had his hands on my arm, and was encouraging me to slide out of the bed. I had lost the will to resist, but also, lost any interest in doing anything. It seems now the sexual adrenalin from the night before had worn-off, I was left as an empty shell. I slid from the bed, but just sat sprawled on the floor. Not that I wasn’t able to get up, I just couldn’t see the point in it.
“Come-on Milli, be a good girl, I don’t want to see you getting sold for dog meat. If we get you cleaned-up, and you pop a couple of these pills, by the time Hanns arrives, you’ll look as fresh as a daisy. Come-on and then I’ll tell him how good you were last night. It won’t be such a bad life, you enjoy the fucking, and you’ll get well treated if you give the punters what they want.”

I still lay there, not wanting to move.
“Well fuck you then! It’s your funeral. But he’ll be here in less than half an hour, so you’d better make your mind up quick.”
With that he turned on his heals, and disappeared through the door. I lay there in a heap by the side of the bed. I was no longer sobbing; I just lay there in a kind of motionless trance. Then the door opened again, it was as though no time had passed, but in reality, the hands on the bedside clock had moved a good forty minutes.

“What the fucking hell is wrong with her?”
“Search me. She was great after you left her. And she fucked like a good’n into the early hours. But when I came in this morning, she was like a zombie. I can’t get any kind of reaction from her.”
“Well it’s a good job I didn’t pay good money for her. I haven’t got time to sort her out. Pity though, I was looking forwards to fucking her myself. Still, there’s plenty more out there. I’ll get someone to pick her up later, you can make use of her in the mean time if you want to or if not, you can let your dogs have her, I know they enjoy a good bitch.”
Then he turned around, and they both left the room.

How long I lay there I have no idea, time stood still, it was like my life force had ebbed from my body. Men arrived, I can't remember what they said, and I had no idea who they were. They literally dragged me across the floor, and one of them bundled me onto his shoulder. I was carried outside to a waiting van, and bundled in a heap on the floor in the back. The van started, and I was thrown from side to side as they sped their way to where ever they were taking me. Then the van stopped, and I heard the front doors open, then seconds later the back doors spread wide flooding in the daylight. I was immediately hauled up onto one of the men’s shoulders, and carried indoors. The man stood still in a large hallway, and then I heard a familiar sound. Lift doors? The man stepped forwards, and yes now I could see I was right, he’d carried me into a lift! He turned around, and the lift started going down, very slowly, then the noise again as the doors opened. The man now walked out into what I later found out was a large room, where he tipped me off his shoulder, and I dropped onto a settee. He didn’t speak, he just turn back around, and I heard the lift doors shut, then the sound of the lift disappearing. Then there was an eerie silence. I lay there slumped in a heap not having the will or the inclination to move. I couldn’t cry, I couldn’t sleep, I was in a form of suspended animation.

The lights went out, I have no idea how long I’d been there. The lights came back on, I guessed it must be morning, but I have no recollection of sleeping. I can hear the lift coming down, now the doors open.
“Hey! You! Here’s some food.”
The lift doors close, and the lift rises again, and I’m now back in silence. Time passes, nothing happens, I just want to die.
The lift is coming again, now the doors open.
“What the fuck is the matter with you? You haven’t eaten a thing all day. Here’s your evening meal. If you don’t sort yourself out by tomorrow morning, we’ll be looking to move you on.”
The lift goes back up again, and the silence shouts and screams in my ears. The lights go out; I guess its night time again. It could be hours that have passed, it could be days, I have no idea.

The lights are on again, is it morning already? Still no sleep, just this numb dream world, did I say dream? No I meant nightmare world, no dream could be like this. I am beginning to think I must be already dead; maybe this is what its like to be dead. Maybe you do hear voices when you’re dead. No I’m just going mad. The lift again. I can’t be dead; otherwise I wouldn’t know it was the sound of a lift.
“You! Look at me.”

No I’m not dead; I can feel his rough hand on my shoulder, as he pulls me over to face him. He is a big thick-set man, in need of a shave, and shabbily dressed.
“Slap!”
His hand lands squarely across my face, and it stings like hell. Well I can’t be dead.
“I said look at me you bitch. That’s better. Now why the fucking hell are you acting like this?”
His face was square on in my face, and the foul smell of his breath was another indication that I was still in this world. I stared into his eyes; they were getting madder by the second.

“Slap!”
“I asked you a fucking question. Fucking wake up.”
This is difficult to understand, I never even thought about answering him. I just stared at him in disbelief.
He turned to the man stood next to him.
“She’s fucking flipped. I’m gonna go and ring Helmund, to see if he can find anyone who’ll take her.”
“But what about the filming?”
“She’s not gonna be any good for filming; in fact, I can’t think she’ll even be any good to sell for use in a flesh pit. Who’d pay money to fuck that heap of shit?”

They both left, and I was again on my own in silence. Now I know I said I have no idea of time, but they weren’t gone very long this time, before I heard the doors opening again.
“Well my dear, maybe this will bring you to your senses?”
I didn’t look up.
“Not interested in this news-paper? You should be. Looks like your husband wants you back. Fuck knows why, but he’s posted a 10,000 euro reward for information about your whereabouts.”
It was like someone had flicked a switch on the Hoover, my body burst into life. I was all at once, filled with anticipation, pain, hunger and just about every other emotion you can imagine. I sprung from the lying down position, to being seated, and stretching myself forwards to try to see the news-paper he was holding.

“Let me see, please let me see.”
“Well fuck me! She is alive. Now steady on. You get yourself sat back down there.”
"Please let me see what it says.”
"You sit still; I’ll read the bits you need to know. Looks like he has no idea what has happened to you. The police think you’ve just run-off with a lover by the looks of their statement. But your husband is convinced that someone must be holding you against your will. Well my dear looks like someone believes in you.”
“Please are you going to let me go home?”

“Now why should we do that?”
“Please, I beg you.”
“But we paid good money for you, and even if we claim the reward, we’ll only just break even.”
“But please, my children need me.”
“Well maybe we can strike a bargain?”
“Anything! I’ll do anything, just please send me home.”

“So at last you’re starting to see sense? Maybe we can strike a deal, and if you keep your end of the bargain, you could end up seeing your children again.”
”Please I'm begging you. I’ll do what ever you want, anything at all, just so long as you let me go home to my babies.”
“Ok first things first. There's a bathroom through there, first thing, get yourself cleaned-up, you look a mess, and smell foul. Then I’ll have some food brought down for you, and you make sure you eat it. I’ll also send down something for you to read. We’ll get you smartened-up tomorrow morning, and start filming you tomorrow afternoon. So you read the script for the part you have to play in the filming, because if you fuck-up this chance, you wont get another. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Thank you. I’ll do it real good I promise.”
“Well make sure you do, because I’ll have to lay out money tomorrow to get the actors and film crew in, and that lot doesn’t come cheap.”
“I won’t let you down I promise. Thank you.”

They both left, but now I was somehow on cloud nine, I can’t explain why. Here I was, still in the hands of some kind of unspeakable men, and about to embark on the filming of a porno film. But none of that seemed to matter; all I could think of was that I would now be able to return home to my children and loving husband.

I rushed around as if floating on air; I was even singing to myself while I had my bath! When I came out from having my bath, there was a hot meal waiting for me, which I ate with a ravenous appetite. Then as I settled myself into bed for the night, I picked up the large folder that contained the story-line for the porno film that they wanted me to perform in the next day.

I read the story, and I’m ashamed to say, I even got worked-up whilst reading! In fact I have difficulty in believing this myself, but from about two pages in, I was fingering myself the whole time I was reading. And being as I was alone down here, and the noise of the lift always gave me an advance warning of anyone approaching, I’d thrown the bed covers off, and been laid spread wide open. I lost count of the number of times I cum, but as I was reading for over an hour, I guess it was lots!

Then I put the folder to one side, and started fingering myself with both hands. Within minutes I was searching the room with my eyes, not moving from the bed, but looking to see if there were any objects that I could use to insert inside my pussy. Then my gaze focused on a hair-brush. This was soon clasped in my hand, and the handle was gliding across my clit as it slid up inside my pussy. I had now got myself worked into so much of a frenzy, I heard the noise of the lift, but seemed almost unable to react to it.

When I did eventually come to my senses, I only had time to throw the brush to one side, but not time to cover myself up before the lift doors swished open. Then two men walked briskly forwards, one either side of the bed. I was struggling to gather-up the sheets to attempt to cover myself from their gaze. But they both dragged the sheets from my grasp, leaving me naked on the bed.

“Well my dear, now we’ve definitely seen a different side of your personality. You really enjoyed reading that story. Didn’t you?”
“I I just read it because you told me I need to get it right tomorrow.”
“Don’t give me that crap. You were going at it like a thing possessed.”
“No honest. I’m only laid here without the covers on because I was hot.”
“I’ll say you were hot! You were fucking hot, we’ve been watching you. Didn’t you realise this place is wired with cameras everywhere. We’ve been watching your every move since you got here. Mind you, up until today, you haven’t been doing much moving. But you’ve made-up for that tonight.”

At that they both started removing their belts, and their jeans were soon thrown to one side with their boxer shorts. It was obvious I was going to get a fucking, and besides, I was at a very high state of arousal already. It was pointless resisting, as they could easily overpower me. And I also wanted to keep on the right side of this man to make sure he didn’t go back on his agreement to let me go home. So with all this in mind, I took hold of both dicks, and did the best job I could manage.

First I had one in each hand, stroking up the length of their shafts to get them both fully hard. But what had started as a task I needed to do to achieve my release, rapidly became a pleasurable experience. They both started to work on opposite ends of my body. I had one man stroking and kissing my legs, while the other was massaging my breasts. While the guy was working on my breasts, sucking and tweaking my nipples, I worked furiously away with his dick. The man on my legs now had me spread wide, and was using both hands, and his tongue to work on both my pussy and arse. I had already been aroused by reading the story, and all my activity with the handle of the hair brush, but now I was in full slut mode. I had no shame or inhibitions; all I wanted was sexual pleasure. And at this point in time, it didn’t matter who or what supplied it!

They both took full advantage of my wanton behaviour, and they both cum several times, in all of my holes. I also had many orgasms, a couple of which were quite spectacular. But they did eventually run out of steam, and about 1 o’clock, they left, and I curled up in bed, and drifted off to sleep. I was re-awakened at eight in the morning, when one of the guys brought my breakfast. This I ate as though I’d not eaten for days, which I suppose isn’t surprising, as I hadn’t had very much to eat over the last few days.

After breakfast I spent the first hour getting myself ready, and by ten o’clock a hairdresser/beautician had arrived. I was pampered and preened for about an hour and a half, then given the clothes I was to wear for the filming. So by twelve o’clock I was upstairs and ready to be introduced to the men that had arrived to either perform with me in the film, or were involved in the actual making of it. There was about twenty plus men, and two big black dogs.

As I’d already read the story that was to be the basis of the film, I wasn’t surprised to see the dogs. But although I’d already been made to have sex with dogs, seeing these dogs here, and knowing I would be filmed having sex with them, it did make me feel a little nervous. So do I tell you what the story line is, or just tell you what happened?

I’m going for the latter; I’ll tell you what happened, some of which was part of the story and filmed, some of which just took place because that’s the way things went. And maybe even that was filmed as well, but probably for their own private use.

The film had eight men, me, and two dogs. One man was my husband, one my father, and two were acting as my brothers. Then there were four robbers. The two dogs were supposedly my fathers guard dogs, and they were let loose in the garden, but immediately returned to the glass patio doors where they spent all their time with their faces slobbering against the glass until they were eventually let back in at the end of the filming. There was one more person, a baby. Not a real one thank god, just a doll well wrapped-up, that was laid in a carrier/car seat.

The film started with me and my husband arriving at the house, my husband carrying the baby in its car seat, and as the door is opened we are ushered in at knife point. It was then obvious that a robbery was in progress, and my father was refusing to open his safe. They immediately turn their attention to my baby, threatening her with a knife. My father of-course starts to cooperate, and the money is removed from the safe, and bagged-up.

Then my husband makes a grab for one man, taking his knife and putting it to his throat. One of the others grabs the baby, and puts a knife to it. My husband has no choice but to drop his knife. He is dragged across the room, and his arms stretched out wide and bound to a shaft of a brush. He is now unable to use his arms, as they are held in a crucifix position. A ball gag is forced in his mouth, and he is stripped. Now they force him to his hands and knees where he is held while he is raped.

Next my father is told to expose my tits. He of-course feigns reluctance, but a quick threat to the babies life, soon sees my tits on show. Now they are naked, and he is told to suck on them. The guy fucking my husband has shot his load up inside him, and has now pulled out. My husband is turned over, so now laid on his back he can see my father sucking on my tits. One of my brothers is told to suck my husband’s dick, he at first refuses, but when my baby’s life is once again threatened he gets on his hands and knees, and takes my husbands dick in his mouth. My other brother is now told to put his hands up my skirt, and he is soon inside my knickers, probing my pussy. I am told to suck the other brother’s dick; this is the brother who is on the floor sucking my husband. Then my skirt and knickers are removed, and my father lays on the floor. I am told to mount him, and I’m soon astride him, sliding his hard long dick up into my pussy. The brother that has been fingering me, mounts me from behind, sliding his dick up my arse.

So we all fuck away, until my husband, who is being sucked off by my brother, starts cuming. They all change positions, and gradually each of the Robbers join in, only one of them at a time, the others acting-out the part of knife attacking robbers. They all fuck me in every hole possible, and I have cum sprayed over me from head to toe. The action lasts for over an hour, and I cum many times. Then as they’ve all spent their last juices, I’m left to relax on the settee, where I lie down with my legs sprawled wide open.

One of the robbers goes up to the big glass patio doors, where the two big Doberman guard dogs have been going wild to get in to protect their master (my Father).
“Hey don’t open those doors. Those dogs will rip us to shreds,” says one of the burglars.
Continuing to open the doors, the other man replies,
“I don’t think they will. They’ve got a more important task on their mind.”
As the doors open, in rush the dogs, and they both push their noses up into my crotch. I have no option but to open my legs as wide as I can, so they can both get their tongues in at the same time. They lick me wildly for about five minutes, and their dicks are swollen out of their sheaths.

“Ok bitch, get yourself into position, the dogs can't wait any longer,” snaps the man who’d opened the doors to let the dogs in.
I did as he ordered, and the first dog mounted me, stabbing wildly with his dick. Which was soon into my pussy, and forcing his knot hard up to my lips. It only took a few determined thrusts before the knot eased itself inside, locking his bitch firmly to him. Now he fucked with a frenzy, and he had cum his first load within less than a minute. He hopped from my back, and was facing away from me, but still firmly attached.

Now the other dog tried to mount at the same time, much to the amusement of all the men. But the first dog was having none of it, and he re-mounted, and started another frenzied fucking session. In all I think he shot about six loads of cum up me before he eventually yielded to the second dog. This second dog was very much a repeat of the first, fucking, and then dismounting, with me still attached. Then after a short breather, he’d re-mount and fuck again. This dog session lasted nearly an hour, both dogs having three separate sessions at me, each session having multiple fucks.

But eventually, the director said,
“Ok boys, that's a wrap.”
With that the filming was over. But not my fucking! I was told to go and get cleaned up, and to make a good job of washing out my pussy. This I did, thinking my days work, and my time as a whore was over. When I came back down, smelling fresh and sweet, and neatly dressed, I could hardly believe the reaction. The whole crew, some twelve or more men, now wanted their turn!

Well I knew I had to go along with it, so I just thought, this will be the last time this happens, so I might as well make sure I don’t up-set anyone. It was two hours later, before they were eventually all exhausted. And now at this point I was told I could get cleaned up again, and I’d be allowed to go to bed.
“But why can't you just take me straight home once I get cleaned up?”
“It’s not that easy. We have to have the film edited and see the first rushes, if everything is ok, then you can go home.”
“But how long will that take?”
“Don’t worry your pretty little cunt about things that don’t concern you. We’ll let you go when we’re ready, and if you ask again, you won’t be going home at all.”

With that I kept silent, and made my way to get myself cleaned up feeling very dejected. Once I'd finished, I was put in the lift, and taken back down to the cellar. I went to bed, feeling very let down, and wondering if I would ever get to see my Husband and children again. When I was awoken in the morning by the man bringing my breakfast, I decided, that the only way I would get through this was to think positive. So I took my breakfast and acted as pleasant as I could.

The man had also brought me some clothes to put on. Well I say clothes, but it was really just a sex outfit. The full bondage gear, in leather. After breakfast I had a bath, and put the gear on. I looked disgusting, leather bra with holes that let my nipples show through. The so called leather knickers were no better; they were like separate holsters for each leg, leaving my crotch fully exposed. There were belts and buckles in every direction. The only saving grace was the big long black leather coat, which nearly reached the floor, and gave me a superficial look of respectability.

It was now ten in the morning, and I was being escorted up in the lift, dressed as a BDSM slave, obviously to perform sexual favours for some man, or men. As I said earlier, I’d decided to be positive, so I was prepared to go along with this treatment until they got confirmation the film we’d just done was ok. But from then on, I expected to be sent home. I wanted to ask how long it would be before they heard about the film, but I knew this only got them up-set, and the last thing I wanted was to spoil my chances of release.

Nobody told me where they were taking me; they just escorted me out of the house into a car. I thought it’s a good job they gave me this coat. We travelled for some miles, until I recognise the outskirts of the city. I was now only a few miles from my house. My heart leapt into my throat, and I almost started crying.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Snapped one of the men.
“Are you taking me home?”
What on earth made me say that? They wouldn’t be taking me home dressed like this.
“Home? You know we’re not doing that until we get the film rushes.”
“No. I mean yes. I’m sorry. It’s just. Nothing, I’m sorry. I’ll be alright in a moment.”
I was having real difficulty stringing words together to make a cohesive sentence.
“You’d better be. We’ll be arriving at the punter's place soon.”

The car pulled up at the doors to an underground garage, the driver opened his window, and spoke into an intercom. The doors opened, and in we went. The car parked, and the men got out of the front, and came and opened my door. They escorted me to a lift, and we were soon walking down a plush carpeted hallway. They knocked on the door.
“Come in,”

We entered, and I stared around in disbelief, the room was every bit like a medieval dungeon. Chains, ropes, weird contraptions, right down to the cold damp looking stone walls. Even the floor was rough cobble stones, all uneven and slippery to walk on, especially in high healed boots! Stood around, dressed in old leather chain-male costumes were about ten men. And over in one corner were the film crew that I recognised from yesterday, all twelve of them.
“Well gentlemen, here she is. Make use of her as you will. We’ll be back to collect what's left of her when you give us a call. Ha ha. Enjoy yourselves.”
And with that the two men who’d brought me, turned and left.

I have never been into BDSM, even just reading the stories or looking at pictures turns me off, so standing here, and not really knowing what these men were going to do, I began to get very frightened.
“Ok you can take that coat off now.”
Said one man. I won’t try to describe who said what, as I have no idea who any of these men were. And anyway, most of who said what is now a blur.
I removed my coat, and stood there, nipples standing proud through the holes in the bra. I’m not sure if I was sexually aroused, or they were erect through fear.

“Come-on bitch, get yourself over here, and spread your legs so we can see your cunt.”
His tone was very demanding, and he held a long leather whip in his right hand. I dashed to where he was beckoning me to stand; it was a circular table top, about a metre across, only a centimetre or two off the ground. As I stood there, legs stretched wide to either edge of this table top, it started revolving slowly around. This was reminiscent of the revolving table the other men had me lashed to last week, except this time I was standing up. The men all stood in a circle around me, most had whips of one kind or another, and they were now starting to bring them into play.

They started gently, or at least most of the men did, more stroking than whipping my flesh with the tassels of their whips. But one man was particularly sadistic, and his lashes were definitely not meant to arouse, he was intent on causing pain, and he was succeeding. I flinched every time one of his blows made contact with my flesh. I must admit, the attention I was receiving from the others was starting to have an effect, and I could feel myself getting aroused.

As I said, not all of the men had whips, some of them were just stroking my flesh, and you can guess which areas they were concentrating on. But now a couple of them had strange clips, like giant spring loaded clothes-pegs. And they were toying with me, pulling my flesh into these clips, and then slowly letting the clip grip my flesh as they pulled them off me. This hurt, but in a strange way was also arousing me. In fact, this whole thing, the contrast of some men being gentle, and some deliberately brutal, was really getting me aroused.

Now the men with the clips were starting to pull flesh into them, and letting the clips snap shut on my flesh, which really was causing pain, enough to make me wince. Other men were undoing buckles, and my clothes such as they were, were coming off. Soon I was naked, and they walked me across to a swing. This swing hadn’t got a flat seat as normal, just a round pole, held up by two ropes. As they sat me on it, they slid me backwards, so that I slipped off the back, the pole stopping under the backs of my knees. My knees were pulled apart, and tied with ropes to the suspending rope at the ends of the poles, pulling my legs wide open. My wrist were tied into loops on the suspending ropes, so I was now slumped down, my open pussy on full show, and my tits hanging over the front of the pole. Some of the men were still running their whips gently across my naked flesh. The sadistic guy was whipping at any exposed pink flesh he could see. But most of them were now into attaching clips onto my flesh.

This was as I’d expected from seeing photos, very painful, but weirdly arousing. Now the suspending ropes of the swing were pulled, raising the pole, hence me higher. They stopped when my pussy was at about the average dick height of most of the men. One man approached me, and started easing his dick up my hole. Once he was in, he held his hands on the pole, and swung it back and forwards, fucking me on and off his big hard dick. This brought about such strong arousal, that it temporarily blocked out the pain the other men were inflicting. This first man pulled his dick out, and stood there shooting his cum up at my torso, some reached my face, but most landed on my tummy and tits.

Now two more men approached, and one eased himself up my arse from behind me, and then when he was fully in, the other one pushed at my pussy from the front. These men positioned themselves, so that they could push the swing back and forth, alternately pushing a dick up one hole and then the other. This again got my adrenalin flowing, and even though the men were now starting to stab needles into my flesh, once the initial sting of the piercing was over, the fucking I was getting was somehow dulling the pain. Now both these men pulled out, and stood facing me while they shot their cum at my face.

Next I was untied, and now I was feeling pain from just about every part of my body, I had clips and needles all over me. As they lowered me to the floor, I had difficulty walking. They half dragged me to a small table, where they laid me face down. Then without warning, I felt the violent lash of a leather whip.
“Crack!”
If I’d thought that man was being sadistic before with his whip, then I was much mistaken. Comparatively, he had just been tickling me.
“Crack!”
And again.
“Crack!”
The pain was like nothing I’d ever experienced, as the lashes rained down across my back and bottom. They didn’t stop, and although I didn’t look around, I could somehow tell it wasn’t just one man doing it. I went past tears, and blacked out.

When I did come back to my senses, I was spread-eagled across a man who was laid on his back on the floor. He was stuck deep up my pussy, and another man was on my back, fucking my arse. They weren’t bothered whether I was conscious or not, all they wanted was a hole to fuck! Both these men shot their cum up inside me, but I was in no state to react to them. Then as they pulled out, two more men lifted me, and lay me on my back on the table I’d just been whipped on.

The men were stood all around looking at my naked body, then I saw two men either side with whips! A cold shiver ran down my spine as all the other men backed-off to give them room. Somehow seeing the men, and knowing when the blows would strike seemed worse. And I felt more vulnerable being on my back, with my tender under body exposed. But I guess this is what gave them their pleasure, because they now took it in turns to flail my breasts and tummy with their whips, cutting my flesh and the red blood splashed everywhere. Once again, I went from tears to screams, and then to blacking-out within a very short time.

And once again I came to my senses being fucked; but this time, there was a man fucking my mouth, one in my arse, and two more trying to force their dicks up my pussy. Although I was now conscious, I didn’t make it obvious, I laid like a lump of dead meat, letting them abuse me. This is when I was really horrified!

All the pain, all the abuse, all the mutilation, was as nothing when I heard what the men were saying. Exact words I can’t remember, but it was something like.
“She’s an awesome bitch. I thought I heard that they couldn’t get her to cooperate, and they were going to dump her?”
“Yeh. She freaked out. And they couldn't do a thing with her, but they tried the old carrot, and she fell for it.”
“What’s that then?”
“They told her that her husband had posted a reward, and that if she behaved herself, and fucked well for the filming, they'd let her go home, and they'd collect the reward instead of having her.”
“And has he?”
“Has he fuck! Well come to think of it, he might have done for all I know. But who the fuck cares, so long as she thinks he has, she’ll do as she’s told. And they’ve got one film in the bag, and she’s well on her way to being trained.”
“So she doesn’t know its all shit?”
“No. They’ll string her along for a few weeks, making as much money as possible out of her. This film today will be worth a bomb. I’ll bet just the two films over the last two days will have more than cleared her cost.”
“So what if she turns into a zombie again?”
“She’ll be so used to fucking sessions by the time she realises, that it’ll only take a few beatings to get her fucking again. If not they'll just slit her throat, and dump her.”
“Seems a shame. She was a pretty little thing before we marked her up.”
“She’s only a fucking whore; this is all she’s any good for. Hang on, looks like she’s coming around.”

I’m sure you can imagine how hard this hit me, I felt like screaming and lashing out. But I knew it would achieve nothing. I had to make my mind up what I was going to do. I could resign myself to this life of debauchery, but no, there was no way that I could live like this. I could retreat back into my shell, like before, and just be a zombie. In fact this was nearly what happened, without it being a conscious decision. But from somewhere deep inside, my love for my husband and children gave me the determination to fight this. But how? My abuse carried on, and I just let them do as they wanted without any resistance. All I could think was that I need to turn the tables. But how I had no idea.

I endured their depraved amusement for about another thirty minutes, before the last man decided he’d had enough, at which point the filming stopped. I was then fucked by most of the film crew, which must have taken the best part of an hour. Then the two men arrived to take me back to my place of imprisonment. They had to carry or part drag me to the car, with my arms draped around both their shoulders. I was pushed into the back of the car, where I flaked out across the back seat. The doors were closed, and off they sped.

“The fucking traffic in this bloody city is getting beyond a joke.”
Said the driver.
“You can’t expect any different at this time in the afternoon, its rush-hour. All these hard working people are going home from a hard days work.”
Replied the other man sarcastically.
The car was stop start, stop start all the time, and I was getting jostled back and forwards on the seat.

“Shit. Fucking red light.”
The car stopped suddenly throwing me to the floor. I picked myself up, and in doing so, I caught a glance of the traffic around us. We were stopped at a red light, at the front of the queue of cars, in the middle of three lanes of traffic. Then I suddenly had an idea, I knew the rear doors couldn’t be opened from the inside of the car. But I also knew that the rear windows would operate from the controls on the rear door, or at least, they did on the way here this morning.

The lights changed to green, I hit the window down button, as the car moved off. As soon as the gap was big enough, my arm was out of the window, and the rear door release button pressed. Then with the car beginning to pick-up speed, I rolled myself out of the door. I hit the road, and the gravel surface burned into my skin as it ripped through the leather coat. There was a screeching of car tyres as the car I’d rolled out in front of swerved and skidded to a halt, missing my head by inches. I looked up and could see the car I’d just jumped from had stopped some fifty metres up the road. The driver jumped out, and was about to run back. But at that point, the occupants of the car that had nearly run me over, both dashed to see how I was. Obviously on the driver seeing these other men at my side, he’d just given me up as a bad job, got back in his car, and the car shot off into the distance.

The men were of-course amazed to see my naked and mutilated body that was now exposed due to the fragile nature of the fashion leather coat. But I guess, even a fashion leather coat must have given me some protection from the road. I was soon in hospital, with police at my bedside. And within the hour, my beloved Göran had his arms gently wrapped around me. The tears flowed all night long, especially when Göran left at about ten, to go home and look after our children. They kept me in overnight, but I was released the next day.

What did the police say? Well as I told them that I’d lost my memory, and could tell them nothing, there was little they could say. Göran was just happy to have me home, and he nursed me back to health. He never ask any questions, he said if I ever was able, and wanted to tell him, he would listen, but he’d never push me.

Well that’s my story told. No I lie. That wasn’t quite the end, some two months later; the police arrived at our house. They told us to be prepared for a shock. They then put a video on. It was me, the first film, including the dog fucking. They said they had to tell us, the film was available on the internet. It was impossible for them to track it down, or prevent its sale. So they said be prepared just in-case anyone recognises you, and either makes comments, or propositions you, thinking you are a tart. My Göran was so sympathetic to me, and never once said anything bad about what he'd seen me do in that film.

The police left, and it was some months before anything relating to this emerged. Still this is another story, maybe I’ll tell this story some other time.

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 I began to cry. My whole life was ruined and i didn't know how this happened. I could't live a normal life as a woman either, I have a nine inch penis. I was left looking at myself in the mirror for what felt like hours. Then a man and the same woman came back in and I started yelling again "Let me go! I have a Family! How can you just abduct someone like this!" They were both smiling like before. 

  "Well i guess some explaining is in order" The man stepped forward to face me. "You were selected to become part of our facility of Transexuals." I strated to scream again. At which point the woman approached me and injected me with something, it must have been a paralysis drug because i could no longer move, but i was still conscious. The man continued as if nothing had happened. "We selected you based on your body shape, height and age. We did sevral things to your body, We reprofiled your face, gave you hair implants, used a new laser treatment on your face so you will never grow any facial hair again, shaved everywhere from your neck down and did the same. Over the last 3 weeks we have been injecting you with a fast acting Female hormone to stimulate the growth of Breasts, we gave you a penis enlargement and some lyposuction, and plumpened your hips and backside to give you more of a female form." The woman was still smiling. "You are hereby property of the commitee, and soon you will be allowed to live in the facility, once you learn to be obedient." With that him and the woman left the room again. My head was reeling. they had totally changed all of my appearence and i still didn't know why. I could only wait.

After a few hours the paralysis wore off. the woman returned to the room pushing a trolley. "Hello Sarah, How are you doing?"
"Oh so know I am sarah?" I snarled back at her.
"Oooh, you have an attitude. We will fix that shortly." She went to the trolley and pulled out a collar and put it on me. She then stood well away from me, pushed a button on the wall and i was released from the bed. I slumped to the floor, feeling very weak. After no more than a second the collar began electrocuting me. It was the worst pain i have ever felt, and I had no control over my body spasming. After a few seconds that felt like forever, the electrocution stopped. "That is what will ahppen if you don't do as I say. Do you understand?" I looked up from the floor and nodded. I didn't want the pain again. "Good. Now stand." It took sevral goes for me to reach my feet, my muscles were weak from 3 weaks of doing nothing. I stood there, scared, humilated and full of hate for this woman. "Ok, turn around and lean over on the bed." I did as I was told. "Now stay!" She was talking to me like a dog. I heard her getting something from the troley and before i could turn around i felt a needle in my backside, and something was being injected. I tried to struggle but by the time i did the injection was done. My backside began to tingle, and my anus began to relax and swell. It was a horrible sensation. I began to squeal and she gave me an electric shock again with the collar. "Good girls don't squeal!" The next thing she did was insert her finger into my anus with a cool jelly. I knew what was coming and was helpless to prevent it. As soon as her finger was out I felt a penis in my anus. At first it just sat sat at the entry, but after a few sconds it was jammed in deep. I didn't know who's it was, but it was definately a penis, too warn to be rubber. I Exected there to be pain, but it felt incredible. The drugs had made it feel like the best thing in the world. The penis stayed in my ass for a short time, and then started moving in and out fucking me. Slowly at first, then gradually gaining speed. I was in heaven. It was a million times better than any orgasm. Ten i felt the warm semen fill my anal cavity and the fucking ceased. Then i heard the womans voice "Did you like that?"
"Yes, Please give me more I want more!"
"Well that is all for today sarah. Stand up and turn around."
I did as I was told to see the woman standing there, with a huge penis standing tall from her waist. "I was once like you, confused, scared. But the facility has everything you will ever want, It is heaven." I smiled at her. That feeling was so good, i will sacrifice my life for it.

Late at night, i'm playing with my asshole and the man comes in. "Hello Sarah". I looked at him and smiled "I take it you enjoyed Laura's Gift to you?" I nodded. "Good. Now i have something for you" With that he walked over to me, undid his zipper and told me to hold my knees at my ears. I Knew what was coming and did it instantly. Before he entered, he injected me once again and i got the same buzz as last time. "See, sarah, we love you. We want your relationship with this facility to last. Do you want that?" I nodded again. "Good. I hope you stay here." With that he penetrated me again. As soon as his penis entered my asshole I felt perect. I was in ecstacy, I Forgot about everything i would never see or do, I would be in this facility forever, but the feeling was incredible. As he bgan to fuck me he started to play with my penis, making the feeling even more amazing. He fucked me for a long time, in perfect silence, I wanted it to last forever. He gave one large thrust and i knew he was cumming in my ass, with which he started to pump my punis even harder and I came. Words cannot describe the feeling, I have never had anythhing like it.

 He pulled out and stood up. "Clean yourself up, I want to introduce you to the other girls." He took me to a shower room where I washed my perfect, hairless body very quickly, I wanted more. I came back out, my long hair still very wet and my body naked anxious to meet the others. The man took me down a coridor into a large room, where around 30 transexuals, all as beautiful as can be imagined were there sucking, fucking and being fucked by each other. I looked at the man and he nodded, without hesitation i ran up to the mass orgy and joined in. Within a minute i was giving a blow job, being fucked and fucking someone's ass. I was home. So many questions were still unanswered, but I had forgotten about all of them, and didn't care. I wouldn't leave this place for all of the money in the world.

Well we did not say a word for a few minutes. Then Mike told him the whole story. Drew then told use both that we came really close to doing permanent damage. And that Mike will even at this point spend the next 5-6 months in a wheelchair. The next thing Drew told us shocked us both. He said next time we planed to break a bone come to him and it would be done safely. He then told use to have fun and he thought Mike would only be in the hospital three days. Then he left locking the door behind him.

Mike then said “fuck I thought we were busted”. I said “I did too babe”. So you feeling OK? Mike said well I am a little horny. I told him he was reading my mind. I pulled back his hospital gown and saw his hard cock next to his long cast it looked so hot. I moved to the foot of the bed and crawled between his leg so I could better suck his dick. I started by sucking his foreskin then licking his big balls. After working on his cock I moved to his hole and started rimming his ass. Mike was moving back in the bed to make it easy to eat him. That when I heard two loud BOOM’S.

Both of Mike cast had fallen out of the slings and had slammed in to the foot of the bed. I looked up at Mikes face and it looked worse than when I broke them. He grabbed the blanket and was biteing on it to keep from screaming. I had no idea what to do when Mike blurted out fuck me. He had to say no more I grabbed his cast and flipped him on his stomach. When I grabbed his cast I was sure he was going to pass out and I was sure I had un-set the breaks the Doc just set. I pulled down my shorts and shoved my 10” bare cock in his ass using just the spit from rimming him as lube. Every time I would pump deeper in him I would kick his cast just to hear him scream into the pillow. After 10 minutes of me pounding his hole I dumped a huge load in him. After I pulled out you could see my load leaking out of him. I got out of the bed and ask how he felt and he said he felt great. I ask if his legs were OK and he said I don’t matter. As long as the look hot in the cast. I told him I have never seen anything hotter.

I told him I would be right back I was going to find some towels to clean his ass up. Mike told me OK. As I left his room I walked half way down the hall when I seen his Doctor walk in the room……..

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In time I had to go to bed and uncle came in for a kiss sometime later. I had been waiting for him to come and do this. It had become something I always looked forward to. Again it was not until after I heard his car leave that I was able to sleep.

To be continued ...... 

 Well I couldn't help me self besides to look what can I say a skinny blonde girl with a prefect body. her stomach almost a 6 pac, it made my cock hard looking at her. My mom always gone at work in the morning and my brother gone to school before us. I always got to see her getting out of the shower. Walking to her room in a towel..did I love the towel that where small or that had holes in them. She knew one day I was looking at her so she decided to flash me one quick view of her full body. She didn't think I'd be interested but I sure was. Right then in there my cock got hard and I got up and went to my room and masterbauted for hours. Well the next day when she had got out of the shower I already knew she had nothing under her towel and there is a key whole in on her door. So I decided to be sneaky and creep up to her door and peak through the whole. Wow did I love what I seen, her just standing there 100% naked, no bra, no underwear. I got to see her boobs and her butt, but not her pussy yet. I waiting for a while until she got dressed I had so a hard.

 I couldn't help myself but to keep watching her until one day she heard me outside her door, so she got on the ground on her hands in knees showing her backside to me in the mirror, but yet trying to see if I was spying on her. She caught me so she thought but I ran to me room to letting her know I was there. I got to see her pussy, it was shaved as clean as ever. I wanted to go in there at eat it right then. Well the next day she actually caught me, she just got out of the shower and went into her room dropped her towel then waiting like two seconds and opened the door. When she opened the door 100% naked I was sitting there on the floor with my cock in hand already stroking it. She pulled me into her room and examed my cock, she started touching it and rubbing the tip of it. It felt so great. She asked me why I hadn't just asked to see her naked instead of spyng and it was cause she was my cousin of course. Well she stood there naked and I just looked at her soaking wet pussy I could help my self but to reach out and touch it. But when I did she moved away fast. "What do you think your doing?" she asked me "I was only going to feel it" I had replied she told me not yet then started stroking my shaft up and down until i started feeling her mouth on the tip, she was only sucking on the head and rubbing her tongue around it was the best head ever. After a few minute she started moving her head lower as she keep stroking it. I started rubbing my hands around her boobs and playing with her nipples they got hard fast. I looked down at her pussy her girl juices dripping from her pussy onto the floor leaving a puddle. I was starting to cum but she took it like a pro and just swallowed it. She leaned up and kissed me I could taste my own cum in her mouth. I leaned back and started kissing on her neck now at this point so horney I could do anything. I keep kissing her on her neck as I rubbed my hand down her body to her slit. I could feel the wetness on my finger as I started rubbing her clit and she kept pushing her hips up and down against my finger. Her breathing picking up from her orgasm which was on its way. As soon as she started reaching her climax I pulled my finger away and then started kissing on her boobs. She wasn't fond of it until I started making my way down to her slit, where she spread her legs open widely I and began to lick her clit, rubbing on it with my two fingers as I licked and sucked it. My fingers going in and out as my tongue stroked over the other parts I put my tongue inside her pussy and wiggled it around making her scream and moun in pleasure. "FUCK ME!!" She screame dand mouned at the same time. I lined my shaft up with her slit pushing it in slowly making her enjoy it. I kept it slow until it got real wet then I started pounding the shit out of her pussy hitting it as hard as I could. EVER second of it she was screaming and climaxing puddles she asked me to slow down but I couldn't I just kept going faster and faster and making it so much more pleasurable. She screamed she couldn't take the pleasure anymore just then I cummed inside her I could feel the warmness of my cum inside her wet cunt.

"Thank you Cousin.." she said quitly

"No thank you. " I said as I started kissing her again. I turned her over with her ass in the air. I lined my shaft up and pushed it right back into her cunt. "I can't handle it again" she cried out. "Yes you can" I replied as I started pulling her back and forth by her hips each time making my dick go deeper and deeper into her soaking wet cunt. I was rubbing her nipples while using them to pull her back and forth and making my dick enter he went cunt. I pulled it out and stuck it in her asshole it was so tight and warm around my dick I started to cum but that was the lubricat as I keep pounding her asshole she mouned and screamed forever ever orgasim she had she would yell fuck me harder and that is exactly what I did, pulling my dick out and putting it in her mouth while she sucked on it deep and took my load in her mouth and swolled it. We turned around to 69 I started licking her pussy lips and she sucked on my dick. Her wet juices from her pussy dripping in my mouth...

Part 1 of Cousin

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My balls began to tighten and she takes out her tits and tells me to imagine I am rubbing my cock up and down between her tits. So I do, and all of sudden I start to get more excited. So I bend down, whisper in her ear, I want to be inside you. She looks at me with total lust, stands up, takes of her pj bottoms and pulls down her panties.

Then she goes over to the sofa, lies face down in it and says “Go for it”. So I put the head of my cock in towards her pussy, then I slide it in. All of a sudden it get this burst of please right were my temples are in my head. To my surprise I thought I could only get please like that in my cock. So I try to stroke my cock in and out of her but and I take a deep breath and start pounding her cunt as hard as I could holding her shoulders. She turns back to me with her eyes rolled up into her head and says hit me. I think why not and start smacking her as hard as I could on the ass and she says no I mean hit me in the face. So I do and she is shouting all over the place fuck me, fuck me, rape me, and rape me. I am getting that excited that I punch her in the face to stop my wife and daughters from hearing, pull my cock out of her, grab her by the hair and empty my hot, creamy cum into her mouth. She looks at me and swallows it with delight, then licks her lips.

After I finished, I pulled my shorts and boxers back up, she got dressed except for her thong which she gave to me to wank over. And the she whispers in my ear, see you soon and walks up the stairs.

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Mrs Kennedy left shortly after, but not before she had told my mum that she was to obey my every command on a sexual level, I was to be her master and I in turn was to answer to Mrs Kennedy, she claimed that she had a number of uses for me and I would have to be ready for whenever she called.

Mum and I sat in the front room naked, and not really sure what to say to each other, thoughts brushed through my head telling me this was wrong, but my sexual perversion had long since taken those over and I began to realise that not only was I now in a position to demand anything I wanted sexually from a woman, that woman was my mother and more to the point, she enjoyed it and she wanted it.

My mother was the first to speak, she enquired if I wanted anything to eat, I agreed that we should have a sandwich as neither of us really wanted main dinner.

She got up and put on a robe that had been draped over the sofa and walked into the room from where it had all started earlier that afternoon. I followed her after putting on my jogging bottoms and T-shirt. She made some ham sandwiches and we sat at the table. Silence descended once again but I could not help starring at my mum’s pert breast that where showing through her silky robe as I took each bite of my food. My cock was stirring once more as I though once again of my mum being my own sexual object

"Mum, I think we need to talk about today"

She looked up at me, her big green eyes, looking sombre and almost tearful

"Yes son, we do, I think I need to apologise. I , I never wanted you to get involved, I am very sorry for that, I didn't think you would ever find out what was going on, I feel very ashamed and you must be wishing you never had a mother like me"

She looked down at the table and I could feel the guilt in the air. I was a bit knocked back by the change of attitude, 30 mins ago this woman was begging me to piss in her mouth. I realised that she needed to be reassured that I did not feel ashamed. In fact it was the total opposite. I actually wanted to dominate her now.

"Ohhh mum, that's not what I meant, I meant we need to talk about how you are now going to be my sex slave"

She looked up at me her eyes widening

"Really...you are not embarrassed by what happened, you don't hate your mum for this afternoon"

"No, no, in fact the opposite, I love you even more and am actually very pleased that I caught you. I realise how much you enjoyed it, and if anyone is going to be your master, then I am privileged that it will be me"

She seemed quite happy with my reply and it seemed to lift a weight from her.

"That is such a relief, I did not think you would understand and I guess I still think it is wrong that I should be doing things with my son, but, but…., well I just can't help it. Your father was never very interested in me from the moment we got married and for years I had suppressed my desires but once we split up and moved here, Mrs Kennedy took advantage of that and I realised that I could have an exciting sex life and well, to be frank, I am not sure I want it to stop now. I never knew that I could be so sexual and it has released a new lease of life for me"

I got up from my chair and walked around to her, put my arms around her and gave her a cuddle

"it's ok mum, I can understand, I hated dad as well, and I hated how he treated you and you should not feel bad in anyway, you are a very sexy woman and I have for a long time wanted to see you naked and do things with you, now I will knowing that you want me to"

She looked up and me and blushed, "I am flattered you find me sexy"

I laughed, "Hey don't just take my word for it, have a look at my friend down there"

I beckoned her to look at my increasing bulge reappearing in my pants

"I can take care of that for you if you like" she teased

"No, not yet, I think we should go upstairs are take a shower and then I will think about what you can do next"

She agreed and I lead my mother upstairs to the bathroom, I knew that our relationship would never be the same from this moment on, and I knew that if I was going to be the man my mother had intended from the moment I was born, then I had to now take control. I had to be her master and treat her like the sex slave she longed to be

We entered the bathroom and I told her to get in the shower. We had a large open shower cubicle that made up for the property not having a bath and as she stepped inside I slipped her robe off and admired her smooth slender figure. She certainly looked good for her age; her tits did not sag and were as pert as any I had seen in porn films. She had a wonderful tight arse which meant she always looked fine in jeans, and her best feature was that she had always had very long legs, they were shapely and fit. In fact actually taking the time now to stand back and look at her made me realise that she was a very fit hot bitch and she was mine

I disposed of my clothes and walking into the shower alongside her, my cock growing harder and harder at the sight of her.

"Now wash me, soap my body and wash me, show me how much you worship your son"

"Yes master, it will be my pleasure"

She turned on and regulated the water spray so the temperature was just right and then grabbed the shower gel and squirted it over my naked body. Next she started to rub the liquid into my skin; starting at my shoulders she expertly massaged me across my chest, my arms and down to my stomach

"Is this how you like it sir," she commented

I smiled at her to appreciate my approval

She started to soap near my balls and I moved her hands to do my legs and feet first, when she had covered me in lather I grabbed her hair and pulled her towards my face.

"Now I want you to clean my arse"

She looked at me obediently, "yes master, whatever you wish"

I turned around and opened my legs, she took some more gel and started to clean in-between my bum cheeks, I was once again starting to get caught up in the moment

"And make sure you clean deep inside my hole as well"

She instinctively knew what I meant and I soon felt the warmth of her index finger finding the insides of my arsehole. The soap was doing a great job lubricating the hole that not so long ago had been the home of dogs cock. It felt so good and I wanted more

"Hmmm, come on bitch, you can do better than that, shove your fingers in there and fuck your son’s arsehole"

She managed to get three fingers as deep up my arse as she could and started to twist and turn them as I started to writhe with excitement.

"Faster bitch, fuck your masters shithole"

She responded to the point where I knew I would soon cum. I turned around, her fingers slipping out as I faced her again.

"Now get on your knees and stick those fingers deep in your cunt and frig your pretty pussy”

She did as she was told all the time looking up at me like the submissive slut she was. I grabbed my cock and started to wank as I watched this older woman finger her wet pussy

"That’s it bitch, watch me wank my cock while you pleasure yourself, you like it don’t you"

"Oh yes master, I want to please you, I love playing with my pussy while you watch, it gets me hot knowing you are so hard looking at your mother doing dirty things for you"

It was a major turn on and I wanked harder until I was ready to explode

"That’s a good slut; now hold your tits together so that I can cover them with my spunk"

"Oh yes master, I would love that, wank your cock all over my breasts, I want to feel your hot load dripping off my nipples"

A few more strokes and I blasted my first load, I didn't cum much as I didn't have much left but what I did shoot looked great on her mounds of flesh. As i squirted my last few drops I watched my cum drip on to the nipples that had been the source of food for me only 15 years ago. Excited by the view, I grabbed her hair again and pulled her to her feet, before ducking my head and burying my mouth over the nipples I had loved so much in the past. This time the milk was my own and it tasted just as good

She shrieked in pleasure as I engulfed her tits in my mouth and then licked the remains of my own cum from my mothers breasts. After my cleaning job, I let go and moved her out of the way. I stood under the water jet and let the water dissolve the lather. She just stood there watching while I rinsed off.

"Now get under there, clean yourself up and meet me in the bedroom"

With that I left the shower, grabbed a towel to dry myself and went into her room and lay on her bed to wait.

As I sat that I realised that wanted to know more about my mothers sexual games, how had it all began. My cock although eager for more action was aching, after all I had gone from a virgin to a sex mad teenager in one afternoon and it had taken its toll.

Once my mother returned to join me on the bed I had already thought of a load of questions to ask and we proceeded to talk for until the early hours of the morning.

She explained that she had been quite promiscuous in her early years, she actually lost her virginity at the age of 12 to her uncle. It happened by mistake, he was staying with her parents after splitting from his wife and she had walked in on him watching a porn film in the spare room (his temporary bedroom). He was watching a film of a girl being fucked by a dog. She was intrigued and of course he was more than happy to help her investigate her new found sexual urges. She watched more of the film with him and it really turned her on. She ended up giving him her first blow job and over the next couple of months he gave her some wonderful memories and took her cherry both vaginal and anal. Every time her parents went out, she and Uncle Harry wasted no time in continuing her education.

After 6 months, Harry moved abroad to restart his life and she was left wanting. She used to play with herself at night but real sex proved hard to get until she stumbled across one of the videos left by her Uncle when she was clearing his stuff in the garage. She watched it again in her room that night and was thrilled to find that it was the one with the teenage girl who had taken her dog for some exercise in the park. Only walkies was not the only exercise they got.

She started to get frisky at school and persuaded one guy to fuck her in the toilets at lunch. It wasn't log before word got around and she was getting more and more nutrition from her school lunch. At one point she took 3 boys at once and it was then she realised how much she loved sex and wanted it more and more.

She continued to flirt but her school activities were cut short when he parents moved to Scotland and she changed schools. Her new school was an all girl’s school and the lack of sex resulted in her being unhappy and spurred on by her now over played movie she persuaded my grandparents to get her a dog for company. It was then, at the tender age of 15 that she had her first experience of doggie sex, and for the next two years, Bruno , the black lab satisfied all her sexual desires. She explained how she loved the taste of his doggie cock and how it was so nice when she let him cum in her mouth, much better than the boys before whose cum was never as sweet and never as fulfilling.

She taught Bruno to fuck her at will, and she got a shock when she first took his full length and subsequent knot, how she panicked when she  thought she was never going to be released from him and her parents where due home any moment.

She completed School and a year in college before moving to Uni. She got back into "normal” sex with guys, although at this stage now she was not sleeping around and in fact only had 3 boyfriends during her time away from home.

I loved hearing about her experiences and my cock was on a constant boner as she delved deep into her past, my mother was indeed a real sex slut and if I hadn’t witnessed it for myself this afternoon I would have found it hard to believe. She continued to re-live her exploits

After leaving Uni and moving away from home she found a nice little flat and good job. Then just after her 21st birthday, she heard back from her uncle, he had moved back to town and remarried. She visited him and found he had restarted his life with a Filipino woman almost half his age. She was a stunning woman but was clearly there to please her husband. It was one weekend when Harry asked her to come down that she had her first experience with another woman.

She had decided to stay for a few days and while Harry was out at work, Kim Sun (his wife) and mum had had a few drinks and the atmosphere became as fruity as the wine. Kim Sun told her how Harry had recently filled her in on how he had broken his niece into the world of sex. Kim Sun told her how excited she had got hearing about it and she much she had fantasized about tasting the young pussy that her husband had enjoyed so much time inside. One thing lead to another and Mum found herself being seduced by the 30 year old bride and they enjoyed a night of woman’s love. She licked her first cunt and learned how to really please another woman, at the same time being totally pleasured herself.

The next day the two woman decided to go one step further and Mum allowed Kim Sun to tie her up to the bed and whip her to the brink of ecstasy, she used toys on her and dominated her like never before, making her suck the oriental girls boots. Beg for a large dildo to be inserted up her arse and generally become her slave. It was only while being tied up to a chair that Kim Sun admitted that she wanted Harry to come home and find his niece being humiliated by his wife, she knew he longed for the day he could fuck his former 12 year virgin again, and being the dutiful wife she wanted to please her husband.

Harry's return didn't disappoint and the trio engaged in a night of mad sexual activity with my mum being a slave to all their whims.

This carried on for a few months with Mum spending more weekends there than not. It came to an abrupt halt when Harry suffered a fatal heart attack and Kim Sun went back home.

Mum continued to enjoy a health sex life before having her first real relationship at 23, she meet a older woman in a bar who again made her obey her every command, this time there was no cock to be found and for a long period mum finally found love. She moved in with Jennifer and was humiliated in all sorts of ways, from being made to lick the 47 years old pussy while she pissed in the shower, to being made to finger herself off in a room with a two way mirror, while Jennifer entertained clients at an Ann Somers party. She loved being watched and had only regretted that Jennifer did not let her out so she could service the 6 other woman in the house at the time. That was not Jenny’s style, mum was hers and only hers, and she enjoyed telling my mum afterwards that all 7 woman had engaged in a mass orgy after watching the young girls masturbation show. This was the start of the downfall and Mum found herself shoved more and more to the side as Jennifer found herself a gorgeous 18 year old model willing to submit to the older woman’s charms.

Eventually Jennifer disposed of my mum and on the rebound she met a charming young man who showed her the love she had been missing. So besotted with him, mum confined herself to "normal" sex and resisted any urges for other activities in the bedroom. They married and fortunately for me continued normal sexual practice until I appeared. That was when things started to go badly down hill.

My dad had always been less than nice to me, almost as it he never really wanted me, they had sex at best once a year, and that was only when Dad was not too drunk and fancied quick shag. Mum admitted that during the last 7 years with my fathers she had only ever had one orgasm. Her memories of such an active sex life now confined to locked cupboard deep inside her own mind. She had at one point dressed up in sexy lingerie and short shirt for my father in the hope that when he came home from the pub it would rekindle their flagging relationship. 

When he arrived home it started promising as he started to call her a "cheap slut" and a "fucking whore" she told him how much she wanted to his whore but it only seemed to incense him more and the resulting black eye and bruises to her arms brought to an end her intended kinky games. In all the time they were together he never grasped the concept that although she wanted to be verbally abused and treated like a sex whore she never wanted to be treated like trash and a punch bag.

The smell of alcohol from my fathers breath increased and more and more bruises appeared on my mums body and face until one day I spilt the coke can on my fathers newspaper and I could not go to school for a week because of the bruising around my eye. Mum reacted and the ensuing fight lead to divorce and the subsequent move to our current location.

We had only been here less than four months so I was eager to find out how Mum and Mrs Kennedy had finally hooked up. I remembered that when we moved in Mrs Kennedy had been quick to introduce herself but that Mum was less than keen on her and thought she was an "interfering old cow" Mum laughed as she remembered that and she went on to explain in more detail.

It had been a warm day about 2 months ago and Mum was home for the day, Mrs Kennedy had stopped popping round so much, obviously realising that she was not really welcome, but all the same being a typically persistent nosy neighbour. At 10am there had been a knock on the door, mum stumbled out of bed and rushed down to the door, her dressing gown just about on.

Its was Mrs Kennedy at the door

"Hi Claire, I just wanted to pop around and warn you about some problems in the area, put the kettle on dear and I'll fill you in"

She barged in to the hallway and promptly found a seat in the kitchen. All this pissed my mum off but after her experience with my father she had become a very mellow woman

Mrs Kennedy then proceeded to tell my mum about a bunch of teenage girls in the area who where conning there way into peoples homes and then stealing items and money. They had struck 3 houses in the neighbour in the previous six months and Old Mrs Higgins had had the same problem just last week. Mrs Kennedy rattled on and Mum was paying very little interest, then the older woman mentioned that someone else’s clothes had found there way into her garden the other day, she produced a bag and mum commented that the washing line had broken last week and she thought she had been missing some stuff.

Mrs Kennedy tipped the bag on the kitchen table and out came a couple of t-shirts and a pair of my mum’s knickers. Mum thanked her and went to pick them up. Mrs Kennedy reacted quickly

"These are lovely knickers Claire" she held the item of underwear up

"Oh, those yes, I got them years ago" Mum was now trying to hide her embarrassment as the pair had been from the time she had tried to impress my father. They were black silk with a split in the crouch and very sexy. Mum had been clearing her suitcase out and had just thrown them in the wash without even looking

"hmm, the are so silky,, I can't remember the last time I wore a sexy pair of knickers like that and this hole in the crouch, what is all that about?" enquired the well built woman

"Those where just a gimmick at the time, you know, things we do to please our men and all that"

"Oh yes dear, I remember those days, but I never remember having a big hole in the front, you and your husband must have been into some kinky stuff"

"No not really", and mum tried to grab the knickers

"Oh come on Claire, no need to lie to me, I'm just intrigued as to how they worked for you"

"I don't think that's really any of your business" snapped my mother, angry that the "inferring old cow" should be questioning her like that

Mrs Kennedy took offence to the sudden change of tone

"Now now girl, don't you talk to me like that, I was only asking and quite frankly if a dirty little whore like you doesn't want people to ask about things like this, then she should keep her dirty underwear packed away in drawers in the bedroom and not let it fall into others gardens"

It had been a very long time since anyone had called my Mum and "dirty whore" and she explained to me that just that one sentence had suddenly sparked a reaction in her body but she was still annoyed that this woman should speak to her like that

"excuse me but I prefer you not to talk to me like that in my own home, how dare you call me that, no one speaks to me like that anymore........., I mean I am not....... look just give them back to me and leave please"

Mum had realised what she had said and despite her efforts to back track Mrs Kennedy had hit a nerve

"Hmmm, are you sure Claire, sounds like these knickers might hold more stories than you care to admit?"

Flustered Mum, tried to grab her underwear

"Now now missy, I have been around the block long enough to know when someone is lying, and you my dear are defiantly full of BS. Maybe you are a little whore, one of those typical divorced bitches who loved to dress like a tart and now you've got no prick to tease. Tell me Claire when was the last time you wore these knickers, do you wear them now just to remind yourself that once upon a time you had a man who was interested in what was in them"

My mum was shocked at this turn of events and speechless in the process

"I thought so, cat got your tongue eh, I bet the closest your pussy has got to fresh air in the last few years in the undone dressing gown, that you are standing there still wearing since I came in"

Mum now realised that as she had tried to grab her knickers, her robe had come slightly undone, showing some cleavage and a bit of thigh. She moved to close it back up in embarrassment

"Oh, now you try to cover up!,  think you can stand there and flash your body to me, you trying to tease again?, Well there aint no cock here for you now slut, so wake up and smell the coffee. You're divorced and on the shelf now, so you might as well give up trying to hide your assets and just drop the gown. There aint nothing that Mrs Kennedy hasn’t  seen before"

Stunned by the turn of events, Mum just stood there, trying to blurt words from her mouth that were just not forming

"But...what..ermm"

Mrs Kennedy moved in for the kill

"Stop muttering woman, drop that gown now Mrs Kennedy wants to see you naked. so do as you are told bitch"

Almost in a trance Mum lowered her shoulders, unwrapped the gown and let it drop to the floor, she stood naked in front of the "interfering old cow"

"Well my dear you do have a fine body for a 41 year old woman, those breasts are quite wonderful, and a shaved pussy too, you have taken care of yourself well my dear, and your skin looks so smooth, do you mind if I see just how smooth you really are"

Mum stood there and transfixed by this woman just blurted out a staggered "yes please"

Mrs Kennedy reached forward and ran her cold creepy hands over my mums body

"oh yes, that’s very nice, it's been a while since this old mare had her hands on anything this soft, turn around for me and let me see you from behind"

Mum did as requested unable to help herself anymore

"Wow what a bum, you know most woman your age would die for an arse like that, whereas most woman my age, would just kill to get there hands on an ass like that" and with that the old woman slapped my mums cheeks.

Mum let out a muffled cry, it had been years since anyone had touched her like that and it brought back floods of memories.

"ohhh you like that don't you, stirred all sorts of passions back into your body didn't it, hmm, now be a deary and bend over and touch those wonderfully painted toes of yours"

As mum submitted to the next-door neighbour she felt a big hand slap across her bare cheek, that was followed by another and another until the old hag was slapping her arse like an old school master, mum now moaning in excitement.

"Ohhh yes girlie, you like that don't you, like a good spanking, you are really enjoying it aren't you. You’re a  dirty little whore, AREN'T YOU"

The tone of voice forcing my mum to respond

"Ohhh yes, I do, please spank me I love it I love being a whore"

"Oh baby, you are not just a whore are you?, you are more than that, you are MY DIRTY LITTLE WHORE ARENT YOU?"

"Ohhh yes I am, I am your dirty bitch of a whore, my ass is yours to spank whenever you want"

"Good, now stand up girl and turn around, I bet that has got your juices flowing for the first time in years, show me how wet you are between your legs"

My mother turned to face her violator again and put her hands between her legs, touching her vagina in this manner for the first time for years. She put her middle finger around her pussy lips and could feel the wetness that she had missed for so long, as she touched herself it sent shivers down her spine and her mind suddenly started to search for the key to cupboard that she lost many a year ago.

"Ohhh yes I am wet, I have not felt so wet in years,”

"I can tell, now stick that finger in your cunt for me, stick it in right up your hole and get it nice and juicy for your mistress"

Mum did as she was told, letting out an ecstatic moan as her finger slipped past her velvet lips and deep inside her soaking pussy

"Oh Claire, you don’t know how sexy that is, now take that finger out and put it to your nose, tell me what it smells like"

"Yesss, hmmm it smells sweet and sexy"

"Nice, now lick if for me, tell me what it tastes like"

Sticking out her tongue and rotating it around the tip of her finger mum tasted her juices again; she was pleased to know that she still loved how she tasted

"Its sweet and juicy, mistress"

Mrs Kennedy was now impressed that her new subject had picked up the lingo quickly

"Now suck it whore, suck your finger like a cock and show me how you like it in your mouth"

Mum groaned as she reminisced on all the cocks that had graced her mouth

"Ohhh you love that pussy juice don’t you whore?"

"Yes mistress i do, I taste good and I love to eat my own honey"

"I knew you would, as soon as I saw those Knickers I thought, this girl loves to finger her cunt, that’s what the hole is for, and I was right, can't say I blame you, it is a wonderful pussy you have there. In fact those knickers are just right for a dirty whore like you, and you know they are just as sexy for an old hag like me as well, in fact I forgot to tell you that I actually found two pairs of your sexy knickers and if you come over here I will show you where the other pair went"

The older woman sat back down, and beckoned mum over before telling her to drop to her knees. She lifted one leg up and placed her foot on another chair and lifted her long farmhouse wife type skirt back to reveal a pair of red crouch less knickers that would have looked better on my mum

"Now girl, why don't you taste my juices, I am sure they will be just as nice as yours"

She opened her legs and grabbed my mothers head forcing her into her lap, as if by instinct Mum wasted no time in burying her head deep between her mistress's legs and once again she tasted the pussy juice that she had loved so much

"Oh fuck yesss, you really know what to do, this is not the first cunt you have sucked is it?"

Mum was too busy to respond and she darted her tongue into the older woman’s snatch, it didn't taste as good as she remember Kim Suns tasting, but it was something she liked and she wanted more and eagerly slurped up the honey. As she sucked harder she tickled her mistress’s cunt lips and nibbled on her clit

"Fuckinging hell, you are good, shit you can eat my cunt all day bitch, you really know how to suck pussy, yesssss, ohhh god your goddd"

Clearly the older woman was loving it and she dropped her foot and stood up, my mum now disappeared until her skirt, grabbing the back of mums head, the old hag started to grind her cunt into her slaves face

"Fuck yesssss, suck it, make me cum slut, eat my cunnnnttttt, shit I haven't cummm like this for years"

The room was suddenly filled with moans and groans as our neighbour experienced her first orgasm for months

The story had got me so hard that while Mum had been telling me I had already shot my load and I beckoned my mum to lick it up, she duly obliged, telling me that my cum was the best she had tasted as it dripped from her lips before being devoured.

It was late but I still wanted more and could see that mum also need to be relieved after getting so excited by retelling her life sex stories

I demanded that she finger her pussy while she continued to tell me what else happened with my new mistress

It was amazing to be sitting here with my mum telling me stories of depravity and humiliation and to be able to tell her to finger her cunt as she did

She continued to recite the events, telling me how Mrs Kennedy had then made her lie on the table and finger herself until she came as well. Then she fucked my mum with a cucumber that was in the fridge as she had nothing else to hand and wanted to give her new slave the fucking she clearly needed.

After that Mum was released and told that she was to be on hand to satisfy her mistress whenever she called, and that explained why she often ran next door to "help Mrs Kennedy" She said that once she had started to realise how much she wanted this woman to treat her like a whore there was nothing she would not do for her.

She was getting very excited at this point and my cock had also sprung back to life, seeing my mother in this wanton state I just had to have her, Stopping her in her tracks I told her to get on all fours and complete the story with my cock up her sopping cunt

She bent over and offered herself to me, turning around to look at me and in a sexy voice exclaim

"Fuck me master, fuck my wet pussy, stick your cock in me and ride me like a whore, I need your cock in me, screw your cock hungry mother pleasesss"

Of course I obliged and as she told me how Mrs Kennedy had tied her up and raped her arse with the biggest dildo she had ever known and how she loved it when she was introduced to Rory she could not wait to impress her mistress with the way she expertly sucked his cock and ate his hot cum for her enjoyment, and then how she had begged to feel his big cock up her cunt and eventually her arse.

Each sentence got us both more and more excited and before long I was slapping my mothers arse as she screamed for my cock to pump deeper and deeper.

It didn’t take long before I was shooting my load straight into her cunt passage as she begged to feel my cum deep inside her.

I collapsed exhausted as mum looked around and whispered in my ear a thank you and suggested we sleep together from now on.

I agreed and as a little tease the last words after good night my mum whispered was
"and maybe next time I will tell you all about those 3 teenage girls who made the mistake of knocking on Mrs Kennedy’s door while we were having our own fun the other week"

I looked at her and she just put her hands on her lips to whisper a "schhh"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I laid on my stomach on the soft hay and went under Petey. I looked at his furry balls and began to pet them. Petey\\\'s body shuddered, and I started to rub his shaft. He bucked his hips and began to lightly fuck my hand. I saw his prick and rubbing harder. Petey\\\'s breathing became harder and soon, he was fully fucking my hand, a 14 inch cock fully out of it\\\'s sheath. I drew in a sharp breath and started at the pink tool. How would it ever fit inside of me? Then, I covered the huge penis with my mouth and sucked it off. Petey was vividly fucking my mouth now. I deepthroated the cock and almost gagged. The cock head was brushing against my tonsils, and I could feel the doggy cum rising up. There was a burst of warmth and sticky semen flowed into my mouth. I swollowed every bit of it and my horniness kicked in. I slipped out from under him and kneeled in front of him, my ass in the air. Petey sprang foward and placed his forepaws on my hips and his furry cock sturggling to find my asshole. Finally, the head fit inside and he began fucking me hard. His huge shaft went deep inside me; it felt like it might come out of my mouth. I yelled and gripped the hay under me. my ass felt like it was being ripped in two.  Then, it felt good and I bucked along. Still, he was going strong and went faster. I felt his knot form and attempted to pull out but he was pinning me to the ground. His knot knocked at my asshole and struggled to get in. I yelled out again but the knot had gone in with a sharp stab of pain. Then my ass exploded and I saw stars in my eyes and got temporarily knocked out. When I came to, my ass felt warm with dog cum, and Petey was lying on top of me, waiting for his knot to retract. I pet him and he licked my cum covered hand. Suprised, I looked at my own cock and saw it bleeding cum madly.

Mica came over and smiled at the sight of a dog on top of me. "I see you let the knot in. Then again, I did forget to tell you the safe word. it was rabbit anyways." there was a small pop and pain shot through my body. Petey\\\'s knot fell out and he got up and walked back to his bed, licking his own cum off of his cock. My ass was destroyed; cum filled the entire rectum and my cheeks were sore from Petey\\\'s balls slapping against them. "Clark? We need someone to fuck this poor boy," Mica called into barn 3 and Clark came out 2 minutes later with nothing on. He had a shaven penis that was a nice 8 1/5 inches after taking almost double the size. "I\\\'m just going to do a quick afterfuck, ok Joe?" he said reassuringly and I nodded. His cock head slipped in and he softly fucked me, gently pumping my ass. It felt good as hell after Petey\\\'s beating. Kayla came into the barn with Mark, the other guy, who was naked and ready to fuck a goat.

"Howdy joe," she said, looking at me who was absorbing a pounding from her husband. "First cock in the ass? Dont worry; we\\\'ll get you trained enough to take on King." "King? who\\\'s King?" I asked her and grunted from the cock in my ass. "Why, hes the bull. 700 pounds and a 3 foot penis," she responded. "WHAT?! I dont think its possible to fit a cock that big in someone!" I exclaimed "It sure is. Now, lets take you on over to the horses. I think I nice pony can do you good..."

To be continued: LOOK OUT FOR CHAPTER 3!

As soon as I met my son at the airport I had that feeling something was not quite right. He was overly peppy and evaded answers to my questions about the coming week. Thinking back I should have smelt the rat a long time ago. He had asked me to come and stay at the house for the week and that "the girls" would love to have some time with me. All became clearer when we arrived at the house, my daughter-in-law was also very bubbly and the two suitcases just inside the front door were a dead give away.

My son and his wife were off for a week to a resort, while I got to baby-sit my granddaughters and the house. My son was busily throwing bags in and out of the car as he explained that this was a last minute decision and they had no other options. He slapped a wad of cash in my hands and told me I had the run of the house. My daughter-in-law gave me a peck on the cheek as she dashed for the car and told me there was a list on the fridge with numbers and stuff. Two minutes after I arrived I was standing alone by the front door watching the car disappear back towards the airport.

Kira, named by my son for his favourite anime movie Akira and Kara, named by her mother for Irene Cara who sang the theme from Flashdance which is her favourite movie, gawd it still makes me ill when I remember that, were two very attractive, hyper active and over developed teens who were like the Olsen twins combined with Heather Locklear.

When I walked in the first question was not "Hi Grandpa, how are you?" but "Hi Grandpa, are mom and dad gone yet?" I told them I was happy to see them as well and yes their parents were off and running. The girls shrieked with pleasure, as only girls can, and raced for their rooms. All I saw was a couple of butts in tight shorts flying up the stairs. I picked up my own bag and made my way to the kitchen for a cold drink, this was going to be one long week. Opening the fridge to grab a beer I also hooked the list and besides some emergency numbers was a selection of "little jobs" I might like to do to keep busy, as if Kira and Kara weren't enough for one old man.

Various leaky taps, dud light bulbs to change, possibly mowing the lawn and could I have a look at my son's PC which was having some problems were just a few of the jobs to do. I was surprised painting the house or re-roofing the place had missed the cut but then I only had a week to get the house up to scratch. A rumble like distant thunder bought my attention back to the here and now. The girls burst into the kitchen wearing very little pieces of material that were nominally called bikinis. These girls were hot, tanned and trouble. The posed before me in their skimpy swimwear trying
to get a response but all I told them was to apply plenty of sun block to prevent burning.

As soon as they headed for the pool I wiped the cold beer can across my brow to sweep away the sweat that had seeped from my pores as my temperature rose from seeing the girls, if I was only 20 years younger. Shaking of those thoughts I went looking for my room upstairs. The girls rooms were to my right and separated by a small bathroom, they also overlooked the back yard and pool. One was a total mess with clothing, shoes, books and CD's everywhere while the other was a neat as a pin, I was not sure who had what room but was sure I would find out. 

Facing the front of the house was the master bedroom at the end of the hall, then a small office / den with my son's PC set up and at the top of the stairs was the "visitors" bedroom. I took one look at the mess and clutter that had filled the room, hell they didn't even make up the bed for me, and headed straight for my son's room. He did say I had the run of the house so I was making myself at home with their extra large double bed.

Just when I thought I could take a break I heard my darling princess's calling for their beloved grandpa. I went to the back door and nearly popped an eyeball as I saw the girls resting by the side of the pool. The water had turned the material nearly transparent and I could clearly see dark nipples even from this distance. I didn't get any closer and the girls asked if I could make them some sandwiches and drinks as they didn’t want to walk in the house while still wet.

This was going to be a long, long week I kept telling myself as I fixed up some lunch. Yeah, I might be 60 but these girls were getting a reaction from some of my parts, the wrong parts for a grandpa. I threw a bar-be-cue apron on over my shorts and t-shirt when I took the tray of food out to the girls to hide the bulge in my shorts. Both girls were on pool recliners in the shade as I waited on them with drinks and sandwiches and the material had dried so as not to reveal as much as before.

I was amazed that they were able to talk non-stop even while eating and asked a million questions as to what they could and couldn't do for the week. Finally we agreed to no big parties but they could have small groups of friends over as long as they didn't disturb me too much, particularly after dark. I also told them I was not a servant so I was not going to make and serve food and drinks to them and their friends all the time. I would prepare an evening meal but breakfast, lunch and snacks were their business. I left them grabbing their mobiles to call everyone in the state, I
presumed, as I went for a good lie down.

I found the girls later in the afternoon watching TV. They had at least covered themselves in some beachy type wraps but there was still plenty of tanned, teen skin on display but as it was mostly arms, legs and shoulders it didn't worry me. The girls had decided to give me a quiet evening as they were meeting friends to see a movie and before I could say anything they both looked at me and said they would not be late getting home yadda yadda and would see me in the morning. OK so they knew the drill but hey they weren't my kids so who was I to argue?

The girls left just before 6:00 PM and after my afternoon nap I was wide-awake and not expecting them back before midnight. I decided to tackle the PC problem because this was what I did best. I booted up the PC and ran a few tests to see what problems I was facing. In the end it was just basic stuff, my son's PC was packed with crap and the machine was struggling to cope. I did a quick fix on his start up to eliminate many of the programs trying to run at once. I did some reorganising and finding a box of blank discs decided to move some files off the hard drive to disc to clean up the whole mess.

My son had obviously never deleted an email in his life as there were hundreds dating back years. Some were just "Hi, how are you?" types and others were from his wife letting him know she would be late from work. Who needed them, I saved the addresses of the sender’s and gave the message the flick.

Working back from the smaller files to the larger ones I eventually hit one that asked for a password. Knowing my son I knew it would be an easily remembered one so in less than 5 minutes of guessing I was in. Dull, dull and duller was all this folder held so I burnt it to a disc and tried the next one, again password protected and again the same password. For a guy who ran his own business he was incredibly dumb. More stuff went onto disc as I continued exploring the dull life of my son file by file. Even the names were dull like "Work stuff", "Home stuff" or "Car stuff" my son was obsessed with stuff.

I checked the clock and realised three hours had just flown by so I went to grab a beer and some chips to help me through the next lot of files. Well Mr Original had used his amazing PC skills again by password protecting a folder called "My stuff" with the same word so I was in without even blinking. Once it opened though I blinked and blinked again, then drank some beer and stared at the screen. The screen in front of me had dozens of thumbnail pictures of my daughter-in-law dressed, partially dressed or naked. I scrolled the page and looking at the folder details saw that this page contained close to 500 pictures of her.

Eventually I found pictures of her getting fucked by my son, then other men, then groups of men and finally some with other women. In a few I recognised the background as their bedroom and wondered where the girls were when this action was being done. The dates the pictures were added to the PC covered the last 18 months so this was something new they were into. I then used my IT guru skills and really went to work on the PC using every trick I new to uncover the information I was sure was still on the hard-drive.

Now I'm not a prude but if I found anything involving the girls on the PC there was going to be hell to pay. Sure the girls were at an age when they would be curious about sex, and they may not even be virgins any more, but if my son was letting any Tom with a hairy dick plug them for his own enjoyment I was going to do .......something.

I found some emails and links to the resort they were at and it all seemed harmless, in an adult way. A variety of adult couples would be indulging their pleasures in a week of uninhibited bliss. Well I was not against anyone getting any action as long as it was consensual and it looked like this resort had that covered. I toned down my indignation as I realised my son and his wife were just suburban swingers. It was close to midnight when I shut down the PC having investigated every meg on the drive. I was still going to go over it again tomorrow just in case.

It was not long after I had turned off the light that I heard a car pull up for a few minutes and then leave. The girls made no attempt to be quiet as they came in and even called out good night to me, in the wrong room, as they headed for their rooms.

It must be all the naps we old folks take but I was up early and ready to go so I made breakfast for the girls and took them up to their rooms on trays. Kira's was the messy room and I could see how she had undressed as she crossed from the door to her bed last night. Blouse, bra, skirt and panties in a nice line across the room. I suddenly had second thoughts about waking Kira and finding her naked. She flipped back the overs to reveal she had on a long t-shirt. She gave her head a shake and realising I had breakfast on a tray for her pulled the covers back over her and sat up against the headboard. I could clearly see her nipples straining against the material and hastily gave her the tray as I retreated into Kara's room. Kara had heard me so was already sitting up and not as revealing as her sister, still she tried to shock me by saying coffee would have been better than juice as she was fucked after last night. All I said was I hoped she had enjoyed herself and left for the kitchen and a cup of strong coffee. 

Later that morning, as I read the paper, their friend Kimi joined the girls. Their isn't much to Kimi, as she stands about 5ft even, and I would say weighs in at about  95 pounds, at least a third of it is boobs. This girl was another of those perky, pesky teen girls who are just trouble in a t-shirt. This morning Kira and Kara had on different bikinis that were a little less revealing than yesterdays. Kimi had on a one-piece swimsuit barely contained her boobs or her backside the material all but disappearing in the crack. If anything she was even hotter than my granddaughters. 

I went to the garage to get the tools I'd need to fix the taps as well as some spare light bulbs. I could still hear the girls shrieking even with an entire house between us. I had a keyring that held one of every key to every lock in the house I hoped my son didn't lock his tools. Sure enough the first thing I see as I enter the garage is a large, padlocked cabinet. Luckily the makers name is on the lock and I find the key very quickly and opening the cabinet I am surprised to find a computer server, laser printer and stacks of discs and envelopes.

The server has been shut off but two minutes work and I have everything running again. I rushed back upstairs and booted the PC and sure enough the server is now showing as an extra drive. Another few minutes tapping the keyboard and I am watching a film of my daughter-in-law giving a guy a blowjob and copping a load all over her face. So my son and his wife are not just suburban swingers but providers of pornography to the masses.

I knew my son ran an Internet business and I thought his wife sold real estate but obviously they had found out that sex is the number one seller on the net. I perused their web page and found a price list of the items they had available. It ranged from 10 low res pics for $10 through to DVD's lasting for an hour or more. Gee they even offered cum stained panties free with large orders. I checked the message blog and sure enough they were spruiking a range of new material that would be available in the next 10 days. Must be doing some on location shoots. Still I found nothing with the girls involved so I shut everything down and locked it away, found the tools I needed and went back to work. 

I had just finished the tap in the bathroom when I dropped the cap with hot on it and it fell beautifully, in slow motion, and straight down the plughole. I was now flat on my back, under the sink, unscrewing the pipe when all three girls rushed in, all of them talking at once as teen girls do. This was not a good angle to see up from as I was looking at three of the nicest little pubic mounds, securely wrapped in stretch lycra, you will ever see. The cut of their pubic hair clearly outlined in the fabric. Fabric that ran between their legs and up their butts. Above those three mounds, six breasts jiggled with a life of their own, nipples straining to pop through the material, as the girls hopped from foot to foot.

Eventually I was able to focus on Kira asking if Kimi could stay the night, could they order pizza and watch some movies. All this was spoken at a frantic pace and repeated by the other two, as if I had not heard the first request. Finally I said yes and this set off another round of ear piercing shrieks as they ran off again. I just lay on the floor
glad they had not spotted the boner that was tenting my shorts.

For the rest of the day I seemed to be running into near naked teens as the girls flitted in and out of the house getting food, CD's, clothes and all the time talking with the occasional shriek. I was glad when they finally left to go to Kimi's for some clothes, pick up the pizzas and get some movies. Feeling the frustration and knowing I would be needing some relief later I accessed my sons porn collection and randomly selected enough film clips to fill a DVD for later that night. The master bedroom had a DVD and a flat screen TV. Actually nearly every room in the house had at least a TV screen
in it. The girls wanted to use the projection TV in the family room for tonight’s chick flick fest, which was fine by me because it was at the other end of the house from the master bedroom.

When the girls came back I grabbed some pizza and a beer and head for the bedroom. I told them to lock up the house before going to bed and to try and keep the noise down, as after one beer I would probably be asleep. As it was I barely touched the beer as I watched my porn disc. Scene after scene of my daughter-in-law getting fucked, in so many ways, had my hand on my dick stroking myself to an explosion of cum. I had thought to bring a towel to bed with me to clean up any mess. When the disc finished I drained my beer and lay back on the bed and sure enough fell asleep.

It was one of those times when you think you have only dropped off for a second but in fact time has flown by. It was close to midnight and the house was way too quiet. I went down stairs to check on the girls and could barely hear them talking, which is itself odd, so I walked lightly to the door of the family room. The lights were off and had been replaced with candles and the three girls were seated on cushions with decks of cards in their hands. Oh and yes, they were semi naked.

Thr girls were playing a game whereby each cut a deck of cards and low card had the option of truth, dare or strip. I watched through the partially closed door, mesmerized by the candle light on their tanned bodies. Kira was wearing a tank top and panties, Kara bra and panties while Kimi was down to just panties. Oh my lord, her boobs were fantastic to see and I felt my dick start to crank itself erect again. The girls cut the cards again and Kira lost, Kimi said truth, dare or strip and Kira picked truth. Kimi's question to Kira was how old is the oldest guy she had fucked. I nearly burst into the room when Kira said he was old maybe 50. The other girls both went "No way" but that was all Kira was revealing.

Again the cards were cut and this time Kira and Kimi both cut 10's while Kara only got an 8 but due to some rule I was not aware of this made Kara the winner and she offered the two girls only a dare or strip option. The two girls were hesitant and Kara said if they did not do the dare then they had to loose an item of clothing each. While Kira and Kimi reluctantly agreed to the dare Kara picked up her watch and announced the dare to be that Kira would play the boy and pash Kimi for two minutes. Cries of no...no echoed around the room but Kara stood firm and declared the dare unfulfilled and that they had to strip. Being down to her panties already Kimi suddenly agreed and moved closer to Kira, Kara raised her hand then dropped it like a starters flag.

I muffled an involuntary groan as Kira not only locked lips with Kimi but also grabbed a handful of breast and mashed it flat. Their heads moved like swaying cobras as they chewed each other’s face. Kira tweaked Kimi's nipple between her fingers as Kara counted down the clock. With 30 seconds left Kira released the boob and plunged her hand between Kimi's legs massaging her mound through her panties. Kara called time and whooped as the girls parted exclaiming that that was the hottest thing so far tonight. I was flushed as well but still could not pull myself away. I had lived a pretty open life but that was definitely hot.

From out of the darkness a long neck wine bottle appeared and each girl took a swig. So that was why they were so open. Another cut of the cards and Kira was low card again but before she was given any options declared strip and pulled the tank top away, probably to avoid more questions about Mr 50 ish. Her breasts were big but not Kimi big. Also her nipples her puffy and erect making her breasts appear topped by little mounds. I found this arousing, like her grandma's, you could put both in your mouth at once.

Kimi lost the next round and selected truth and Kira's question almost caused me to scream "WHAT...!!!!!". She asked Kimi if she would suck my dick if she had the chance and she agreed. Then they discussed what I thought they had not noticed this morning, my erection in the bathroom. This was too much to handle so finally I backed away and headed for bed but my mind was spinning crazily so it was some time until I went to sleep.

I was still up and dressed early, way before the girls surfaced. I went into the family room to clean up after last nights little eye opener. I got rid of all the burnt down candles, put cushions back on sofas, found a pair of panties and the now empty wine bottle. The glass did not feel smooth so I held it up to the light and I could tell that the long neck had been in someone’s very private part. Maybe that was what happened to whoever got naked first. Who knows or cares, all this was getting to me in ways it shouldn't for an old man. Hey maybe 60 is the new 40 all you need is young girls, works for Hef.

I went out for a coffee and newspaper so by the time I got back the girls were actually dressed, in proper clothes, and ready to go out for the day. They each gave me a peck on the cheek as they walked away, even Kimi gave me a kiss but when she was close to me whispered that I could keep my souvenir. I still had the panties in my shorts pocket so when I went inside I plucked them out and gave them a careful appraisal. They looked new, were an aqua colour mesh with royal blue trim. The front was a triangle about 4 inches per side and from both top corners two bands of the darker
material looped around the back to connect with the material that passed between her legs to form a smaller triangle at the back. I am sure that at some point me having these panties would be discussed and among the things they would think I would do is sniff them, so I did. Smell can trigger such great memories.

I decided to mow the front lawn, hoping to take my mind off young girls, but on such a hot sunny day every woman in the neighbourhood seemed to be out walking around in next to nothing. Light, flimsy sundresses that enabled me to see their long legs as they strode by, tight fitting shorts and tee's that bounced along as they jogged past and waved, low slung jeans and midriff tops exposing naval rings and thong panties. I needed a drink.

Collapsing on the couch I flicked the TV to the local news channel and even the weather girl was in a bikini and raincoat reporting that today’s high temps would continue for the rest of the week but that overnight thunderstorms would at least
cool the night air so we could sleep. I must have nodded off because it was late in the afternoon before the girls came back and woke me up. Well shrieked me awake is the correct way to describe it.

Kara had won two tickets from the local radio station to a pop concert tonight. Kira and Kara were going and Kimi was going to stay here tonight so the girls could all leave from here tomorrow and go to the beach. It sounded to me like some kind of set-up but I had already decided that if Kimi wanted this old guy then who was I to disappoint her.

The girls left in the early evening, after many changes of outfits, meanwhile I prepared a meal for Kimi and myself and we both settled on the sofa to watch TV. She took the dishes into the kitchen and washed up while I watched the news
and then she went upstairs to watch some DVD's in Kira's room. About 7:30 it started to rain and I could hear the rumble of thunder in the distance. From the way the TV reception was breaking up I knew the predicted storm was on the way. Not much point hanging around down here so I locked up the house and was in the bedroom waiting for the storm to hit.

It had been hot and humid earlier and I was in just a pair of boxer shorts as I lay on the bed when suddenly a blinding flash of lightening lit up the sky, the clap of thunder was only a fraction of a second behind and I thought the house had exploded as windows rattled and walls shook. In the next eye blink the power went out and the house as well as the rest of the street was plunged into darkness. With a muffled scream preceding her Kimi burst into the room and dived on the bed. She grabbed a pillow and pulled it over her head while trying to burrow underneath me.

While the wind and rain continued to assault the house the thunder and lightening rolled off into the distance. I could feel the tension drain from Kimi, as each clap of thunder seemed further and further away. She rolled into a more comfortable
position, which left us, spooned together. I draped one reassuring arm over her midsection while telling her to calm down and that she shouldn't worry about the storm. Kimi just wiggled her butt and settled closer to me, this of course triggered a reaction I was now fighting to control. Kimi took my hand and placed it over her breast, her hand on top pushed down on mine so I was squashing her boob.

Then part of my brain went for a walk in the rain.

Reflexes of over 40 years of sex kicked in while I played with her boobs through the material of her t-shirt, I nuzzled her neck and nibbled her ear smothering her with kisses. Her hand reached between us and she ran her fingers along the length of my dick. My dick is usually six inches hard but it felt more right now. I ran my hand down her side following the dip at her waist up to the rise of her hip and encountering no panty line. Kimi flipped over to face me and we locked lips like she had done with Kira last night. We had no clock on us and we kissed forever. My hand was on her tight butt pulling it against me jamming my dick between us. I could feel each pulse as it throbbed with a life of its own.

The Hello Kitty t-shirt came off and it was hello titties as I attacked each boob like a starving man. They were large, firm and round with aureoles at least two inches across and only slightly darker than the surrounding skin. I also noticed no tan marks as I slobbered over each breast working the nipples to bursting point. Kimi was a wildcat thrashing about on the bed. I was glad the storm covered the noise of our lust making. I was so turned on now I was ready to explode, but I still had other things to do as I trailed a line of kisses down her body to her pussy.

Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed triangle of soft blonde fuzz that finished above her slit. Her clit and pussy lips were free of hair and as smooth as a cue ball. I drove my tongue into her and she began to hump her hips into my face. Kimis moans of pleasure turned me on even more so I slipped a finger into her and that set her off again. I pumped that digit into her while chewing on her clit. Her young body had already shuddered twice with orgasms but she was not ready to quit. I wasn't about to stop either but I needed to get my dick into her quick.

Kimi was eager to do anything I suggested, and did so immediately. I gave her arse a love tap and told her to get on all fours. She grinned wickedly at me, before doing exactly what I asked. I gripped my dick under the head and lined up behind her, pushing the head of my dick between her well-licked pussylips. We both grunted as I breached her opening and I rested a moment before I pushed more into her. Kimi's butt pushed back at the same time and in I slid. The sensation was mind blowing, it had been a few years between fucks for me, her pussy was tight but smooth and I was soon into a rockin' rhythm.

With each thrust I mashed her ass cheeks flat in an effort to push even more dick inside her. Kimi groaned and pushed back against me, her back flexing like a gymnast. I began fucking her slowly, enjoying the feel of her hot pussy as my
dick slid in and out effortlessly. I could hear her boobs slap together with a satisfactory thwack as her body twisted and flexed with each movement. This was getting a bit hard on my old knees so I pulled out and lay on my back. Kimi
assumed a 69'er position and before I could tell her to get on top her mouth had engulfed my dickhead.

My whole body shuddered without shooting which is some kind of miracle. Kimi may not have been old but she swallowed dick like a seasoned pro. Now I began again on eating her pussy and this steamy little sexpot was enjoying every minute of it. I concentrated on the area at the top of her pussy. Her sweet pussy flesh was still open thanks to my fucking and revealed her hard little clit. I flicked it with his tongue; she squirmed and moaned around my dick. I did it again with the same response so I continued. Her slit was slick with our mingled bodily fluids as my tongue lapped at
her youthful nectar.

Kimi's widely spread legs quivered with each touch of my wagging tongue. She rolled off me and begged to be fucked. I told her to get on top so I didn't crush her. What a sight as my dick disappeared into her as she lowered herself onto me. Then the ride started. I bucked my hips, nearly throwing her off, but she hung on and got the motion right. Our bodies slapped together like cracks of thunder. I reached out and grasped each swaying breast as I continued to fuck this wild girl. Kimi leant forward so I could get her nipples in my mouth, while at the same time she ground her clit against my pubes as she rocked back and forth. Her boobs were meaty and would have my finger prints on them for days to come as I squeezed and stroked, rolled and moulded, kissed and bit them like there was going to be no tomorrow.

All this churning had me about ready to cum but I didn't want to shoot it into this young girl so I rolled her off and knelt beside her head. Kimi was not slow on the uptake and knew what to do. Her hand gripped my cock and jerked it fiercely. She enthusiastically milked my dick with one hand, while she kneaded my balls with the other. She was obviously turned on by it. Her mouth was open and her breathing hard as my dick was poised inches from her face. I finally lost it and sprayed a stream of cum across her face. Some ended up in her mouth and the second spurt followed
it onto her waiting tongue. Kimi dropped her sweet lips over it; she bobbed her head, her hot lips encircling it as the end disappeared into her mouth. I could feel her tongue stimulating my dick as she worked it up and down on it. She was very good. I felt more cum dribble from my dick as the adrenalin rush subsided. She looked up at me and grinned around my dick, cum seeping from the side of her mouth and dropping onto her boob. Just then another clap of thunder rolled over the house and the spell was broken.

Kimi calmly released me and rolled off the bed, bending to pick up her discard t-shirt, gave me one last look at her lovely backside and pussy then she was gone into the darkness. I slumped onto the bed and was asleep before guilt hit me. What a hypocrite I was, preparing for the worst if I found pornography involving the girls on my son's PC and now me having sex with a seventeen year old. In the words of AC/DC I was on a Highway to Hell.

My sister comes outside to the pool to get my attention, since I am not able to hear at all. She asked me if she can invite two of her friends over. (No, I had never met them before this time.) I figured since my parents were away for three days, Why not? So I tell my sister that they have to go swimming in the pool when they get here.

WHY? she asked. Because I said so. Either they go swimming, or they do not come here at all. (I was in a bad mood at that time because I really wanted to go fishing with my parents.)

About two hours later after I got out of the pool, my sister's two friends came over. Michelle and Laura was their names. We greeted each other after my sister introduced us. I asked if they were hungry and I was about to cook dinner. They were hungry as heck. So I cooked dinner.

Let me describe you to how everybody looked. I have a muscular body with a few added pounds and a 6 inch cock (at the time. Rachel is a small little girl 4 feet tall (never grew an inch since she was 14 years old and she is now 28 years old and still four feet tall.) Michelle was another small girl like my sister, only except she has an ass. Laura was a little tall but still small girl like my sister.

All of us was in the dining room eating dinner when my sister asked me if we could watch a dirty movie in the living room. I was like, are you crazy? NO! But only if I can watch it with you. Laura freaked out and said, now it is party time!

I got sleepy during the movie because I had woke up early that morning for my run since I was on a track team. So I went to my bedroom and laid on the bed. I had this black bulb in my room which gives it a distinct dark room with a small light on, so i do not bump into anything in my room since i had a drum set in there.

About two hours later which was about 10 at night, my sister came into my room and asked me if I would make them some milkshake since I make KILLER milkshake. I went downstairs and I see all three girls were still watching a dirty movie. And I noticed that all three girls were wet.

After I made the milkshake, I go back to bed and fall asleep, but not for long. (I am not sure of the order, but read on.) One of the girls came into my room and i barely could tell who it was. She kissed me and starting rubbing on my cock to get it really hard. I did not move or resist any of the affection since it has been a long time since I had any loving. At the same time, I noticed that the other two girls came in my room. (A large queen size bed in my room, while others had full size bed. except my parents, they had a king size bed.)

One girl starts sucking on my dick while i was fingering two girls. Wondering which one was my sister. Eventually I had three blowjobs thru the whole time. I noticed that they were talking (I am a deaf guy) and all of sudden a girl gets on top of my rock hard cock and another girl puts her pussy on my lips.

The girl that was on my cock begin to slide my cock inside of her and I felt that she was going to tear my dick off because she was so tight. And I felt something pop further inside of her. So i must of broke her hymen. Her nails were squeezing the heck out of my chest with her nails digging in me. OW!!! I yelled. take it easy on my chest girls. Next thing i felt was somebody was sucking on my nipples.

The girls swapped out and i was eating a pussy again while one was on my dick. this went on for about a hour. Each of the girls, i think, came about three times. I still had not cummed yet.

So i told one girl that i was going to fuck one girl hard and cum. so the lucky girl needs to be laying down and spred their legs out for me. Not sure of which girl it was, but I was fucking this girl out of her mind. She was moaning and groaning below me till she had another orgasm and at the same time, it send me over the edge. So i fucked her some more and I came deep inside of her pussy.

After a few minutes, all three girls left my room as i lay on the bed, exhausted. I got up to go to the bathroom to take a shower since i had been sweating during the sex. I walked out the door and my sister was standing there. She was going to come into my room and ask me to do something. She asked me if i could make more milkshake for the girls. I did not say anything at the time.

I got in the shower and cleaned up. I went into the kitchen with a towel around me and made the milkshake. All three girls had towels on them as well. I knew i had sex with all three girls and I wanted to know who i cummed inside of. But i did not want to make it obvious. So i asked my sister to come to my room for a second.

She came into my room and she dropped her towel and laid down on the bed, thinking that i wanted to fuck her again. (I had not wanted to fuck her at the time) but her body was so perfect. I asked her who the lucky girl was tonight? She said for me to figure it out myself.

I started to finger my sister when the other two girls came into my room. I asked one of them to turn on the lights so i can talk to them.

I asked them who was the lucky girl that i camed inside of. They said the same thing that my sister said. Figure it out yourself.

so Laura starts sucking my dick again while i was fingering my sister. She was very warm, but not sticky. So it had to be Michelle or Laura. So i asked Michelle to come closer to me. I fingered her and she was not sticky at all. So I stood Laura up and I fingered her and she was not sticky at all. So who in the heck did i cum inside of?

So I laid Laura down on the bed and I fuck her hard and I cummed inside of her. then I laid Michelle down and I fucked her hard and cummed inside of her. Then I asked my sister to ride me till i cum. Not long after that, I cummed inside of her.

Now Let me go back, I had to wait like a hour between each girl before i had sex with them again because I was so tired, I needed to rest.

About two days later, I asked my sister who was the lucky girl. She gave me a wink and said, I think you know who the lucky girl was. And Bro, it felt good.

More stories to come......

About half way through my second year in Graduate School my mom told me she’d met and amazing man who was young, educated, hard working, intelligent, well spoken and more than anything else kind and generous.  At the time I was 23 years old and not interested in adding a man to my life, I only wanted to look forward to starting my career and– I particularly did not my mom setting me up with any men.  Especially considering her history with men and the fact that I was 400 miles away at school.  To my complete surprise I quickly learned the man my mother was describing was not intended for me to meet, but was someone she’d met herself.   She told me she’d been dating this man for a few months and they wanted to get married, but before getting married he wanted to meet me and have my blessing in marrying my mother.  It would not take my traveling the 400 miles to give my blessing, having my mom pre-occupied with a man in her life and not calling me 24/7 was reason enough to give my blessing.  I considered the situation and obliged her.  I didn’t think there would be any problems with her in this situation because she would be on her best behavior with a new man around so I flew home for a weekend to meet Matt. 

What I learned of Matt before meeting him is that he was 34 years old.  A full 10 years younger than my mom.  This was not that surprising though considering my mother’s vanity kept her in great shape.  She often passed for my sister more so than my mom.  What I did not know until getting off the plane and seeing mom and Matt pull up to the airport terminal was how good looking Matt is.  His body is not rock solid, more to the point that he’s obviously strong but big boned.  He’s well proportioned, dark and boldly handsome.  College guys are all about working out and banging a different chick each weekend.  I could see Matt was well beyond that, he was tall and confident in his stride.  It took me both hands to carry my roller bag – when he picked up the bag with one hand and put it into the back of the Explorer I could plainly see muscles moving across his back as he moved.  I was impressed, I was very impressed. 

The weekend home with mom was as expected, we had a good two days together and Sunday evening I was left standing at the airport terminal with my bag headed back to school.  As I finished out my last semester at school my thoughts often turned to Matt.  Being only 11 years older than myself Matt knew full well he was not a father figure to me, nor did either of us want that to be the case.  Matt does not have children of his own, due to his extreme focus on being successful in his career.  He told me straight from the beginning he and I could be friends, but he was not a step-father.  Nor did he want that title from me – so seeing what a great guy Matt is I extended my friendship and in return got his.  So now when mom would call the cell phone, I found myself less and less screening calls/sending her to voice mail and more and more answering the call to chat with her knowing that I would also get to have 5 minutes with Matt. 

As the months passed I finished my last semester and found myself having to move another 300 miles from school (further from home) to take my first job working in another city for the same company through which I did my intern work during my Master’s program.  I knew the move would be difficult for me.  I’m a small girl, 5’-2” and 118 lbs.  While I’m describing myself I’ll digress to give the full story; brown hair shoulder length, brown eyes, very shapely hips and ass with 36C breasts.  I called mom and Matt to ask for their financial help to more after graduation.  What I got was somewhat different, mom had taken the opportunity to insert herself in to the situation by saying that they would fly into town, rent a moving van, the three of us could pack up the van and Matt could drive the three of us to my new apartment and unpack there.  I agreed to the situation; 1. I really needed the help and 2. I was looking forward to seeing Matt again.  Our phone conversations over the months had really allowed me to get to know him I was excited about the thought of seeing him again.

Seeing Matt again was not at all what I expected.  Living with my mom over the past 6 months had completely worn him down.  He was still very handsome, but had lost some weight and I could plainly see the confidence had disappeared from his eye as his face drooped.  He had obviously become the victim of my mother reverting back to her abusive ways over the past months.  I looked into Matt’s eyes and he into mine, without a word between us there was a complete sense of understanding.  We decided on a local college hot spot that offered some entertainment with dinner.  Matt and I played some darts and video games while mom looked on sipping wine at the table.  When the food came mom had had more than one glass of wine which meant Instant Bitch was right around the corner.  Through dinner Matt and I were very cautious of not letting her lead us into a fight at the table.  I was happy when after dinner I dropped them at the hotel entrance.  As I pulled away Matt looked back at me as if to say “Please don’t leave me here alone.” 

The next day I picked up Matt to take him to the rental store for the moving van.  On the drive he asked me if my mother had ever been abusive to me.  I pulled the car to the side of the road and I started to cry uncontrollably.  He didn’t say anything more (now knowing full well the answer to his own question).  Instead he reached across the front seat wrapped his arms around my shoulders.  I felt an incredible sense of understanding in those arms and even more of a sense of comfort.  I suddenly realized that here is a grown man (like my mother’s other husbands) who has no doubt just endured the wrath of my mother’s onslaught probably all night, yet here he is comforting me.  Through my own tears I looked up at Matt and kissed him.  Not a friendly kiss, but an ‘I want you’ kiss.  I did this without even thinking and cannot even now say completely for sure where it came from.  Matt did not kiss me back, but let me go, we both composed ourselves and drove on to the rental place to pick up the van.  The next day we arrived with packed van to my new city and new apartment.  That night mom and Matt got a taxi to the airport where they had arranged to fly home that night. 

I started work a couple days later and worked hard to get into a new routine in a new city.  I found some excitement in being out on my own without classes or homework after a day at work.  But night time was boring and I was alone without the friends and support system I enjoyed at school.  Sometimes I would call home to talk to mom and Matt, other times I would call Matt at his work to talk to him without mom’s overhearing.  Matt never asked me about the kiss I gave him and I came to realize through our conversations that things I told him did not get back to my mom, I had complete confidence and trust in him – being away from him I began to find difficult and it was at that point I realized I loved him.  Not a passionate love, at least not yet, but a familiar love. 

Mom and Matt came to visit me over a long Easter weekend one spring.  Mom was in good spirits, but I could see Matt was still on the losing end of the abuse.  He’d lost more weight and I could see his musculature ripple through this continuously thinning skin.  Had I not felt sorry for him knowing the extent of his situation I would have thought more of his appearance, particularly his lean, strong 6-0 frame.  He was like a powerful tower over me even in his dreary state.  But yet I saw past that and knew him as a gentle giant with teddy bear kindness.  I was aware that mom has started drinking again from conversations with Matt.  However not until that night did I know how much she was drinking.  We’d gone to a local restaurant for dinner.  Mom had her usual several cocktails and we decided to call it a night before she started to get mean.  We got back to the hotel and I went up with them to say good night.  Mom pulled out another bottle of wine and as we chatted she chugged the whole bottle.  When she started into her bullshit I said good night and asked Matt to drive me home.

The drive home was not what I expected.  Matt was cautious with his words, but told me that no matter what happened he intended to stay with mom as his wife because he’d never given up on anything and he didn’t feel leaving the marriage was safe for me regardless of the cost to him.  I knew that he’d never hurt my mom regardless of whatever she did to him, not because he’s a pussy, but because he’s a real man.  I also now knew this man was staying with my mom to protect me from her regardless of the cost to himself.  I began to cry again, like a 4 year old girl hurt from a fall with a skinned knee.  Matt pulled into the complex parking lot and stopped in front of my apartment door.  I asked him to come inside to get my spare car key to drive back to the hotel so I could keep my primary set with my other keys.  We stepped inside and I gave him the spare car keys.  I still had tears in my eyes from Matt’s kind words as he reached up to use a thumb rubbing away the tears.  I could not help myself I reached up grabbed his hand and kissed the palm.  I then through myself into his arms and hugged him tightly.  He hugged me back, closed the door behind him and returned to the hotel.  About an hour later there was a knock at the door, to my shock it was Matt with the tell tale red cheek from being slapped and scratches on his neck where she’d attacked him.  I opened the door to his face when he said, ‘No matter how much harm she does I just cannot bring myself to hit a woman.  She’s passed out cold and will not remember anything until morning now.  Can I come in and rest with you awhile to calm down?’  I could not have been happier to have him there.  He sat on the couch and I sat next to him in my gym shorts and a sweat shirt.  He put his arm out and I curled up into him like a kitten into a blanket.  As we sat quietly watching TV at some point he feel asleep.  Here I was with this big strong man in his arms, truly my best friend in the world at that point.  It didn’t matter to me he was married to my mom, I was overcome with the need to have this man and my feelings overwhelmed me. 

I got up and quietly undressed myself, shedding my sweatshirt and cotton shorts.  I stood there naked in front of Matt when my body shook and I could feel the anticipation building between my legs.  I sat back down across Matt’s lap straddling him.  This had the obvious effect of waking him, when he saw my nakedness he jumped off the couch and I wrapped my legs around his waste and arms around his neck tightly to hold on.  He was trying to get me off him, but I held on tight and I told him how much I needed him and I wanted to thank him for protecting me.  He stood still looking at me just long enough to let me kiss him.  He did not kiss me back.  On my second kiss he told me I was about to cross a line from which I would not be able to retreat.  I looked him in the eye and said only ‘I know’.  The third kiss he reluctantly did accept my lips and wrapped his arms around my back grabbing an ass cheek with each hand to hold me up on him.

I relaxed my grip around his waist and let my legs fall back to the ground.  I slid down his tall frame until my face was nuzzling at his chest through his shirt.  I pulled his shirt up from behind as high as I could reach and he took it off from there.  Then stepping back I released his belt and unsnapped the 501s he filled out so nicely.  I was surprised and happy to see his cock pop free when his jeans fell off his waist with no underwear.  He smiled and mentioned underwear was something he hated wearing and purposefully did not wear underwear now because it was something that my mom did not like that was in his own little way a victory of some independence.  I could not help myself.  Sucking dick was not something that I often liked to do with guys I’d been with in college.  Their own goal was to get off themselves so sucking a dick was an option to just getting fucked and getting what I could out of the experience.  However Matt was more than I could control myself around.  I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth like a baby accepts a bottle.  He tasted good and I could feel him grow in my mouth.  I let my tongue explore the underside of his shaft, around the base of the head of his cock and up to the slit at the end.  It was an incredible feeling for me and I couldn’t stop myself from exploring him in my mouth.  He was gentle and let me have my way not moving or forcing himself in me, but letting me slide back and forth at my own pace.  His cock continued to grow longer than what I could get into the back of my mouth.  I tried to get my lips all the way to the base of his cock, but the head went into my throat.  I could have taken the length, but he width of his cock would not allow it to go down my throat further so instead I continued to focus on the head and shaft.  I continued this exploring for about five minutes on not a word was said and until this point he’d not touched me in any other way.  I felt a slight twitch in his cock and looked up to him with his dick never leaving my mouth as he looked down to meet my eyes I knew he was about to cum.  I gave him an approving nod and with that I closed my eyes focused on using my tongue as much as my mouth on him and then it hit me like a cannon shot.  The first shot hit the top of my mouth and I quickly moved down as far as possible so the rest of his 6 to 7 shots went straight down my throat.  I held him there for a long while until I knew he was spent then slowly pulled the head of his dick back past my throat and slid my mouth off his cock.  He collapsed back on the couch watching me swallow what was left of him in my mouth.  I moved between his legs still on my knees and kissed him shooting my tongue into his mouth to share the taste.  He willingly accepted my tongue and kissed me back more passionately then I have ever been kissed in my life.  If my pussy were not wet and sensitive enough by this point it certainly grew and I felt a little knot of anticipation building in my stomach.  He continued to kiss me and with his strong frame picked me up from the floor in one swoop and carried me to my bedroom laying me across my bed and moving the giant overstuffed teddy bear he’d given me as a gift on a previous visit.  I felt so small as Matt stood over me laying across my bed and I could now more than ever appreciate his strength and size.  He moved toward me laying across the top of me by never quite touching my body with his except to kiss me with the same passion he’s just done on the living room couch.  My body shivered with chills and my nipples hardened until they hurt.  He moved from kissing my lips over my chin, down my neck to the middle of my chest then took a breast into his mouth and gently flicked my nipple with his tongue.  I was beside myself and wanted so badly to relieve myself by shoving my fingers in my own pussy to give myself the building release I needed.  Matt felt my anticipation and as if I had said out loud what I was thinking he continue sucking on my breast, one then the other, while moving his hands up to grab my wrists and pin me from touching myself or him in any way.  I couldn’t help myself and as I have never experience before I began to squirm uncontrollably under his body.  He let the weight of his frame slowly down on my hips and waste.  I could feel the head of his cock against the opening of labia and I so wanted him to push into me and spread my pussy lips wide open.  Instead he slowly and purposefully guided the head of his dick up and down the length of my pussy slit from the bottom all the way up past my clit and back down again.  I was going crazy and before I knew what had happened my pussy clenched up and I body went as rigid as a board pushing against his weight and I came – I came hard and deep and long.  When I started to relax I didn’t have the same feeling of being spent and not wanting more (like was so often the case with other boys I’d been with).  My body had not betrayed me and even though I had just reached the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt I was ready for more (instead of the usual clenching my teeth through the rest of being fucked until the guy was finished). 

Matt released his grip on my wrists and lifted his hips and guided me to roll over onto my stomach under him.  He pulled his knees up on either side and sat up on the back of my thighs.  I could feel the weight of his hard cock laying in the valley formed by my ass.  He leaned down and kissed the back of my neck pulling my hair to the side.  With his hands he rubbed my back hard and with deep massaging circles.  Where his hands went his mouth followed with kisses down and down slowly until he reached my ass cheeks.  He continued rubbing up once cheek down the other and then pulled my ass cheeks apart and ran his tough the length down my ass until he got between my leg and was licking my pussy lips.  I could feel his nose buried in my ass as his tongue worked my pussy and clit from behind.  He knew my pussy better then I knew myself and with a finger rubbed the clit gently.  When his tongue hit the clit he’d move his finger inside my pussy and rub my g-spot simultaneously.  I couldn’t help myself and I began to once again feel another orgasm coming on.  He sensed this too and kept up the rhythm with his fingers but moved his head and body back up my back until I felt the head of his cock against my pussy lips and moved his finger away.  Slowly, and without missing a beat he moved his cock past the entrance to my pussy moving in an inch, pulling all the way back out and pushing back in an inch deeper each time until I could feel his groin and balls all the way up against the back of my legs and the top of his dick bottoming out inside my pussy.  He was bigger than anything I have had before.  He was more gentle, caring of my needs, knowing of my desires and a man like no other now buried as deep into my pussy as possible.  For the first time since kissing him in the living room either of use spoke when he told me that I made his cock feel so incredibly good inside my tight pussy.  With that he began to slowly move in and out fucking me.  I could not help myself and without any thing more to grab onto I bit down on an edge of comforter clenching my teeth and the orgasm I was so close to finally took over and I once again screamed and clenched down my pussy against the side of his cock.  Matt slowly slid his cock completely out of my pussy and I felt the fire of a thousand torches shooting though my body.  I was out of control and needed more.  But now more than what I needed, I needed to feel him explode inside my pussy washing the inside with his cum.   As soon as I felt his weight come off my ass I rolled over and motioned for him to roll off of me onto his back.  I got up next to him and kissed the light hair on his stomach and up his chest.  Reaching his face I had taken the time necessary to rest myself.  I reached one leg over him straddling his waste until I felt his cock at my pussy.  Pushing back I felt his length drive into me until I was at the bottom where I could sit up on him and fuck him for myself.  He tried putting his hands on my ass to guide me but I made him grab the bed covers and rode him myself up and down, side to side and in circular motions.  I wanted his cock to feel every part of my pussy as it had done in my mouth before.  I was purposefully moving slowly although I could tell he wanted me to speed up the rhythm to make him cum.  I denied him this and made him watch me play with my own tits as I rode up and down, back and forth across his pelvis driving his cock into the deepest parts of my pussy.  He loved the show and when his eyes shifted from my kneading my own tits to looking at my pussy grinding against his hips, cock buried to the hilt.  Then I felt it.  His cock twitched and the thrust of his cum moving up the shaft I felt on the walls of my pussy until it exploded out of the top deep inside of me.  I’d never felt so satisfied in myself or having satisfied a partner as I did with Matt.  We collapsed in each others arms, me on top of him leaving his spent cock to soften inside my pussy until it slipped out on it’s own.  We slept for a short time until the motion of one of us moving stirred up both awake again.  Matt and I had one more good fucking on the bed when he turned me around and fucked me doggie style.  This time there were no points for style, it was raw animal fucking.  My banging my ass back to meet his every thrust forward, he had a hold of my waist at the top of each hip and was using my hip bone to pull himself deep into me until.  I quickly succumbed to an unprecedented third orgasm in one night no less intense than either of the first two.  However Matt could sense I was overly sensitive inside when he pulled out and turned me over shoving his cock into my face.  I had just wrapped my lips around the head when  I felt the first shot hit my tongue, Matt thrust downward into my throat and finished cuming deeper down my throat than I have ever had anything before that didn’t hit my stomach and get digested.

Matt and I have continued our sharing in the passion of living in the shadows with an abusive mother/wife.  I have recently gotten engaged myself to another man, but that’s a different part of my life.  I will continue to fuck Matt and I suspect the same will be true through my own marriage.  In our own twisted way it our gift to each other for having to share the life we lead with our common devil.  I don’t expect anyone else to understand or accept the fact that Matt was, is and continues to be the best fuck and most talented partner I will ever have, but for Matt and I this works and as long as we are willing and able we will continue fucking each other this way.

What was going on didn;t seem to be bothering them What;s going on I asked, your not going to school today your staying home with us, just as lynn said that john and my mom appeared in the kitchen. Whats going on I asked mom lets go into the sitting room and I will tell you.

Ever since your dad left 5 years ago I was awful lonely so I took john into my bed he comes to my bed every day to fuck me because i get so fed up,and for the past few years he and ian have been systematically fucking me and your sisters the baby that your sister is expecting is johns, now the time has come for you to join with us and get your cherry popped it will be easier getting it done within the family, so today was going to be the first day of womanhood for me

"Do you have your list, Little One?"

"Yes, Daddy," I said, raising my hand to show him the paper.

"That looks like a lot of writing. Better get started."

I walked over to stand before him. Taking a deep breath, I began to read. "On Monday, there was a customer at work that I swore at because he was being rude to me," I began.

"Take off your socks."

That was the rules. I was made to dress in my school uniform: white cotton panties, white bra, socks, plaid skirt and grey sweater. For every bad thing I did, I was to remove one piece of clothing until the list was done. Doing this would determine how much I would be wearing when I got spanked.

"On Tuesday, there was a surprise quiz in one of my classes and I got a 'D' on it."

"Take off your sweater."

"On Wednesday, I was late coming home from Cindy's house."

"Take off your shirt."

"On Thursday, I had an accident while I was playing with my dollies."

"Take off your skirt."

I stood there in my bra and panties. I glanced at my list. One more thing. Which piece of clothing would it be?

"On Friday, I was being rude to you about not wanting to go to bed when you told me to."

Daddy sat quietly for a moment, thinking about which piece to order me to remove. "Take off your bra."

I breathed a sigh of relief! No bare bottom spanking tonight! I put my list to the side and unhooked my bra.

"Well, that was 5 naughty things you did this week, young lady. Now pick 5 different implements out of Daddy's Toy Chest and lay them on the desk for me."

"Yes, Sir."

Daddy's Toy Chest was actually a large, solid oak wardrobe that he'd redesigned inside with hooks for each spanking tool. My eyes travelled over the selection, 50 in total, all shapes and sizes.

I made my choices and placed them in a row on his desk. I selected the first one and handed it to him.

"Very nice choice for a warm up spanking, Little One. Your favourite hairbrush," Daddy said, turning it over in his hands. "Now on Monday, tell me what you could have done differently."

"I'm an assistant manager at work. I should be trying to set an example for the people I work with. I should learn to think before I speak. I need to learn self control," I answered after pondering for a moment.

"I think it's best if you get your bar of soap as well for this, young lady," Daddy suggested. "No daughter of mine will have a potty mouth."

I walked into the adjoining bathroom, wet the bar and walked back to his desk with it in my mouth.

"I'd like you to touch your feet for this, Little One. Now hold tight to that soap," Daddy warned, coming to stand beside me.

As he delivered the 10 smacks, I bit down on the soap hard and felt my teeth digging in. I had to keep swallowing to avoid drooling on the carpet, which would only have made him more unhappy.

"Take the bar out and place it back in the dish, but DO NOT spit or wash your mouth out," Daddy told me, putting the brush down when he was done.

I moved quickly to avoid making him more disappointed.

"Alright," he continued. "What could you have done about that surprise quiz? A 'D' is an unacceptable grade in my books, even when you weren't expecting to be tested."

"I should be studying my notes every night, even if I don't have a test coming up."

"Very good, Krissy. Bend over my desk chair," he said, picking up the belt I had chosen and folded it in half.

Another 10 lashes were delivered to my pink cheeks with the leather. I was still using my tongue to clean the soap chunks off my teeth and tried hard not to kick my feet as the sting grew.

"You're moving right along, Little One. Daddy's very proud of you," he praised me as he rubbed my back. "Now how about being late coming home from Cindy's? Daddy worries about you a lot, you know. What would he do if something happened to his precious little girl?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I forgot to check my watch while we were playing and then ran home when I saw I was late. I should have called you and then hurried home," I replied, still leaning over the chair.

"Hhmm.... I think I'll skip one of these items in favour of strapping the soles of your feet instead. That ought to encourage you to hurry home," Daddy decided as he bent my leg up and began the 15 lashes with the belt to my feet.

Daddy had never done this to me before and it hurt badly! 'This is worse than a spanking!' I thought to myself as I began to whimper and tears slipped down my cheeks.

"Now, about this wetting accident you had while playing at home... You're 24 years old, Krissy. Do you expect Daddy to diaper you everyday?" he asked sternly.

I bit my lip to prevent a smile because he knew that hearing that would make me happy. "I need to pay more attention to my tummy. It would have been very embarrassing if I had peed my panties in a public place."

"You're certainly right about that! And I would walk around with you for hours so that hundreds of people could see what a naughty girl you are," Daddy informed me, picking up the flogger I had selected. "Lay on the desk with your legs apart."

Gingerly, I walked around the desk to the place he had indicated. Laying back, I opened my legs, relieved that he'd let me keep my panties on.

"What's this, young lady? Have you wet yourself again?" Daddy inspected the crotch of my panties. "Or is this dirty girl enjoying her punishment?"

He didn't wait for a response and pulled them off of me, looking closely at the wet spot. "Yup, that's cum. Such a little slut you are, Little One," he said, shaking his head and smiling.

Then he dipped the gooey crotch between my legs once more to absorb some of the wetness and shoved it into my mouth.

He delivered 12 whips of the flogger to my smooth, defenceless wet pussy as I sucked harder and harder at my panties.

My lips swelled to a reddish purple as he stopped and gently trailed his fingers over them. My body shuddered, practically on the edge of orgasm.

Daddy chuckled to himself. "Only one more, Kitten. I didn't appreciate your attitude on Friday night. You know it's bedtime when Daddy says it is and there should be no arguments." His face grew serious again.

"I'm only little and I don't know what's best for me," I answered. Then added, "I should be put to bed early every night next week."

Daddy smiled again. "You really are growing up, Krissy. Asking for other punishments that you need! Daddy's proud of his big girl!"

He picked up the ping pong paddle and got comfortable. Patting his lap, he said, "Last one, little girl. I'm going to make this one count. Fifty swats."

I was already over his lap as he finished and he adjusted me so that he had access to my legs as well as my now red bare ass.

I was sobbing into my panty gag at the end. My cheeks and the backs of my legs were a bright, bright red and I could feel slight bruising settling in. Daddy rubbed my back as I laid there, limp.

"There, there, Krissy. You did really good tonight! Daddy's proud of you," he soothed in a loving voice.

I was sore all over, but I turned to sit face up on his lap and fling my arms around his neck. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him and to thank him for being so good to me, but the panties were still in my mouth. So I just continued to hug him tightly as he rocked me in his arms.

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Sara said that she didn’t start to develop into a woman until she was almost 14, whereas I started growing pubs at about 12. When that happened, I had a difficult time facing my sister, or any woman for that matter. It wasn’t until I was 16 when we had our first close and intimate conversation about dating and stuff about the opposite sex. Sooner or later she asked me if I were still a virgin, which I was, and I found out that she was one as well. We started talking about the different people that we’d each like to date, and at some point she admitted that she’s never even seen a guy naked before (well, not since we were kids taking baths at the same time). We sparked up conversations like this throughout the year, getting bolder as we went on.

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As far as what we’d wear around the house, at first, it was conservative clothes all of the time. Eventually, I’d roam the upstairs in just my boxers, and she would sometimes come out of the bathroom with just panties and a bra or a long t-shirt, but usually would wear shorts and a shirt when we went downstairs. Some of our conversations would be in my room just sitting on my bed in our underwear watching TV, or in her room lying in her bed having really long talks.

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Through a very intimate conversation, I admitted that I had a deep fascination with the vagina as she rolled her eyes at me. I told her that I just can’t seem to understand it, what it looks like, its different parts and functions. Apparently, she had the same fascination about erections, and surprisingly, even her own vagina. She told me in the deepest secret that she and her best friend would sometime looked into mirrors at themselves and at each other, and even went so far as to touch each other in experimentation. She also had said that she even practiced kissing and caressing with her. That did it for me. I got a major hard-on which tented the sweat-shorts that I was wearing.

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“Whoa, Tiger, don’t bust a vessel on my account,” she said as she giggled and pointed to my tenting sweat shorts.

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“Sorry, it’s just that when you said that you kissed another girl, I guess it just got me…you know, excited,” I tried to explain in honesty as I reached for something to cover my lap with. “Perhaps we shouldn’t talk about stuff like that,” I lied.

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“Yeah, I don’t think that would go over well with mom and dad if they found out that you got a hard-on while talking to me. It’s a good thing that they’re gone for the evening.”

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“It must be difficult for a guy, in the way that if he gets excited, he can’t hide it,” she stated matter-of-fact like staring out into the distance. “For a girl, we just have to be sure to wear thick shirts. Even then, we can blame the temperature if the setting is right. But if a girl gets too excited and wet, then it can be…well you know.”

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This got me curious, “What do you mean?”

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“Well, you know that when a woman gets excited, she gets wet between her legs, right?”

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“No, I didn’t know that.” I had actually heard that, but I just didn’t believe it coming from a guy in my gym class.

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“Yeah, when a woman gets sexually excited, she’s get wet in anticipation of a man’s erection. And this moisture can seep through her clothes.”

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“Has that ever happened to you?”

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“Uh, well I suppose, yeah. Sure…” I could tell that Sara wanted to say more, but she just bit her lip in that cute girl way and smiled at me sheepishly.

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“What? I know you want to say something. What is it?”

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“Well, what would you say if I were to tell you that I’m a little wet right now?”

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I just about blew my load then. Here’s my little sister telling me that basically she’s just as horny as I am right now. I started squirming in my seat. My breathing became erratic, and I had a difficult time making contact with her sparkling blue eyes. My mind was bellowing with thoughts of her panties getting soaked; it was getting very difficult to keep myself from pulling my erection out in front of her.

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“Do you need to do something about that,” she asked while pointing at my covered lap? “It doesn’t look like it’s all that comfortable. Do you need to shift it or something?”

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“Actually, I should just go into the bathroom and ‘take care of it’. But it’s embarrassing knowing that you know what I’m gonna do.”

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“That’s another reason why I think that it must be difficult for a guy. A girl can move in just the right way, and she’s ‘taken care of’ for the moment.” She shifted her hips a few times and inhaled deeply. “Ahh! Just like that.”

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“You just had an orgasm, just from moving in your seat, and in front of me!?” I couldn’t believe her, and it was really getting to me.

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“Yeah, but it was only a very small one. I can get kinda wild when I have a large orgasm.”

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After she said that I noticed her nipples poking through her t-shirt nightgown. She must’ve caught me gawking at them when she asked, “Have you ever seen a naked girl live before?”

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“No Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare. It’s just, I’ve got this thing in my pants, and it doesn’t seem to bother you that I have an erection, and you being so open about it all... well, it just is getting to me.” Then she did something totally unbelievable. She took her nightgown off.

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I gulped. Then I gulped again. My eyes were glued to her breasts, which at a size B I guess, were the most beautiful sights I’ve ever come across. I stared for a few moments, and then let my gaze wander to her crotch. She was right, when a woman gets excited, she gets wet.

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“You know, you don’t have to go ‘take care of it’ in the bathroom, if you don’t want to.”

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“What? Do it here in front of you????”

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“Well, I’m not embarrassed about you doing it in front of me. I mean, we both know that you ‘need’ to, and we’ll both know if you go to the bathroom to do it. Besides, I’ve never seen a guy’s thing before. I’ve shown you mine, I think that it only be fair if you show me yours.” Then she did something else to get my mind reeling, she opened her legs even farther apart. “As you can see, I need it too. God I’m so horny just knowing that you are sporting a hard-on from our conversation.” She leaned back against the arm of the sofa and pulled her left leg up onto the middle cushion, stretching her chest out giving me a complete showing of her breasts. Her arms kept going backwards, and she grabbed the bottle of lotion off of the end-table. “Here, I’ve been told this helps,” she said as she tossed the lotion to me.

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With my jaw feeling like it might fall off, I just sat and stared at her marvelous body as she softly brought her fingers to just under her left breast, her other hand following in the same fashion to her other breast. I could see her nipples stiffen even more while she stroked the undersides. “Mhmm,” she let out and she closed her eyes, tilting her head back further. Her index finger and thumb met at the apex of her nipples as she pinched them just slightly. I slowly leaned back onto the opposite arm rest of the sofa and brought my right leg up onto the cushion.

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She opened her eyes with this strange look, searing into mine. With a slight struggle in her voice, “Aren’t you going to join me? At least take that pillow out of the way.” Her left hand started to head towards her panties, which were definitely soaked and looked really shear. I could make out her pubic hairs, and the folds of her lips where pressing the material into her crevice. When her hand got to the elastic waist band, they just lingered there as her other hand was going back and forth between her breasts. Slowly her left hand slipped past the waist band and I guess made its way to her vagina because she took in a deep breath and cooed an exhale. She stared back at me with a look that kinda reminded me that she might be upset, hungry, and desperate all at the same time.

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Frustratingly, she growled at me, then got up off of the sofa and in a flash, took her panties off. But before I could take a good look at her goods, she reached to my lap and took the pillow away. Then she said, “Stand up!” like she was a mad woman. Begrudgingly I obeyed. When I got to my feet, she grabbed my shorts and underwear, and in one motion yanked them to my knees, not taking care that my hard-on got caught in the waist bands. When my erection sprang free, it whacked her on the face. At first, I thought that she was disgusted with the act of my erection coming into contact with her face, but she just sat there on her knees with her hands on my shorts, which were still around my calves, and her eyes glued to my bobbing hard-on.

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“Does it hurt,” she asked with a gleam in her eye, and a wicked grin?

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“Kinda, but mostly because…well, you know.” Everything was still in that shock and awe stage between us. As a matter of fact, I had to concentrate really hard to remember each detail; I’ve even had to persuade my sister to help me write this. We’ve spoken of many things between us, but none of our conversations included personal sexuality until that day.

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Still staring at my engorged penis, Sara breathes heavily. Twitching just inches from her mouth, I feel her hot breath on it.

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“Will you show me,” she begs? “Will you show me what it looks like when you cum?”

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For the first time in our young lives, I heard my sister say a word that couldn’t be spoken in front of anyone with the likes of our parents. As I registered her request, my erection twitched hard again, and more pre-cum leaked from its tip. I looked past the head, and a bit farther than her hard pointed breasts, and took notice that her hand was busy rubbing herself. That, mysteriously, was all that I needed, and a spurt of semen escaped me forcefully across the air, and onto her chin. She reflexively jerked backwards as another volley landed on her neck, and the next on her chest close to her left breast where her hand was busy pinching her nipple, and yet more squirted out onto her….volley after volley landed on her in the most exotic, erotic and beautiful fashion than I could ever imagine.

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Through my half closed eyes, which were straining to maintain control against being pushed into the back of my head, I noticed that her hips started to buck against her hand wildly. Then I heard her start off with a very low moan that escaladed into a high pitched scream all the while she kept falling backwards towards the television. When her back hit the floor, she raised her hips high into the air and humped her hand while screaming words that I never knew that she knew.

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“HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! FUCK!! HOLY SHIT!! GAWWDDDD!!!! I’M CUMMING JOHN, I’M CUMMING SO HARD. FUCK!!!!” She kept yelling over and over as her head slammed from side to side. She had to brace her head with her arm to keep it from slamming the floor too hard. “I’M CUMMING!! I’M CUMMING!! *large inhaling breath* I’M CUMMING!! I’M CUMMING! I’M Cumming! I’m Cumming! I’m cumming.”

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During all of this, she kept humping her hips higher and higher into the air; all the while I kept squirting my semen onto her. She even raised her hips high enough to have the back of her wildly rubbing hand touch my testicles. Soon her wild and loud screaming started to wane off, and then something happened that I never even knew was possible, she started squirting a stream of liquid from her vagina directly at my middle thigh. We both later found out that it was ejaculation; something of which we were both new to, as it came from a woman.

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As her hips started to return to the floor, I realized that I was holding my breath. Exhaling with a huge grunt, I started to waiver a bit because of my legs feeling like they were giving out. I fell to my knees in front of her, and braced myself against the middle cushion of the sofa behind me. Unbelievably, I just stared in complete awe at her while our breaths were returning to normal. She continued to rub herself and pinch her nipples, but with more grace than anything else.

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When she finally opened her eyes, she sheepishly involuntarily pulled her knees together, which were blocked by my body.

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“Holy Fuck that was awesome. Never in my life had I ever experienced such a powerful orgasm,” she breathed heavily.

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When I could finally muster up enough strength and courage, I spoke at last, “I never experienced that before!”

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“What, doing it in front of a girl?”

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“No…well that too. But I’ve never experienced and orgasm….without touching myself.”

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“Oh yeah, that’s right. I was just too busy to notice. Don’t guys normally have to ‘wank’ or ‘jerk’ it for a while before they cum?”

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“I still can’t get used to you saying the word ‘cum’. And yeah, every time that I do it, I have to stroke at it for like a half hour before I cum; and even then, I’ve never cum that much before.”

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“Cum. Fuck. Shit. Pussy. Cock. Blowjob. Fuck me in the ass now damn it. Screw my brains out!! – How do those words work for you coming from your younger sister?”

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Somehow, hearing those words, she was breathing new life to my still hard penis. She took notice to this as well as she peered down the length of her body, past her hand which was still softly rubbing her. “Aren’t you supposed to go soft after you ejaculate or something?”

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“Yeah, another new thing to me – that’s never happened before.” I tried to think of something intellectual to say, but all that was happening was me staring at her smearing my cum around her breasts. Then, as though it were just an experimental thing to do, she scooped up a small amount on her fingers, and brought it to her mouth. Letting it dangle like a noodle, she let it drip onto her tongue. God that was such an exquisite site to my eyes, I could almost feel the need to cum again.

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My niece was well-known throughout the
town as a slut. Most of the extraordinary rumors were false, I'm
sure, but there were a few that I hoped had been true. The one about
her sucking off six members of the soccer team after they won the
state final was my favorite. I envisioned her on her knees before six
well-endowed teenage boys, going from one cock to the next, making
sure each was satisfied as they emptied their spooge onto her tits.
The other was the rumor that she had fully satisfied Mr. Arling after
he had come home early to relieve her of her babysitting duties.
Rumor had it, he had entered the living room as she was loudly
pleasuring herself and quickly took over, replacing her hand with his
erect cock. I hadn't enough guts to ask my friend if this was true,
but I would love to hear the story of how it happened. I had also
heard that for months now she had been fooling around with my other
niece, Kaitlyn. I knew Kaitlyn and her often spent the night together
and late into the night I'd hear giggling and moving but nothing more
than what ordinary teenage girls do but I had heard last weekend at
my poker game that she and Kaitlyn had been fooling around for some
time now. Even before I heard that rumor, I had been romanticizing
about the two of them eating each other's pussies, fingering one
another in the shower, and using sex toys to bring each other to
orgasm. The thought of this actually being true made my cock fill
with lust.

On a soft spring night in April, I
returned to my house with a family friend I had been fucked several
times now. She was a kinky slut and preferred to have two men at
once. The first night I fucked her, I had met her and her husband in
a swingers club and they instantly picked me out as the one they
wanted to take home. They took me back to their place and they
treated me like an honored guest. I fucked her pussy as her husband
took over her mouth and enjoyed several orgasms that night one coming
early the next morning in the hallway, the husband on his knees in
front of my awaiting cock.

I brought the woman into the kitchen,
making out with her and grabbing her ass as we went. My niece was
fixing herself a snack. She was wearing my favorite outfit, a white
tank top exposing most of her young tits and a pair of innocent white
panties. I had always imagined accidentally getting this nighttime
outfit wet, making all of her assets visible in its wetness. I pushed
Kelly against the counter next to my teenage niece and lifted her
short dress. I stuck my hands in the back of her underwear, pressing
my erection up against her pubic area and locked eyes with my curious
niece. She grew embarrassed and quickly turned away, taking her
sandwich into the living room but well within earshot to hear the fun
that was going on.

As I went down on Kelly, I thought of
my niece. Her hand in her tiny white panties or her tank top,
pleasing herself while listening to me fuck this stranger. As Kelly
went down on me, I made sure to vocalize my appreciation of her but
also pretended it was my sweet little niece's mouth doing the
pleasuring.

“suck it, you little slut.” I said
as I wove my hands into her hair, guiding her head to my cock.

“deep throat, baby, deep throat.” I
coaxed her

Far before coming, I pulled her mouth
off my cock and pulled her to her feet. I guided her towards the
kitchen table and placed my hand on the back of her neck, pushing her
to bend over. I knew the kitchen table was in direct line with the
couch, giving my niece perfect visibility of me fucking this
stranger.

My cock swiftly found her hole and I
mounted her wet pussy with a full groan. As I entered her, I made
contact with Rachel who had a sandwich in her right hand and was
attempting to discretely please herself with the other. The woman
came quickly and did so with many expressions of how much she loved
my cock. I held Rachel's gaze the whole time I pumped this woman and
finally uneventfully climaxed, knowing the pussy I really wanted was
sitting in the living room watching us fuck.

Luckily, her husband was waiting back
home and as I put on my boxers, she smoothed her wrinkled appearance
and was swiftly out the door.

I sauntered into the living room and
took off my shirt, the only article of clothing left on my body. My
adorable fourteen-year-old niece sat unassumingly, as if I hadn't
just been fucking a woman in the kitchen.

“Did you like that?” I asked, my
voice deep with lustful thoughts of biting her nipples, licking her
cute little asshole, and feeling her pussy lips on the tip of my
dick.

“Like what?” she asked coyly.

I chuckled an evil chuckle and stood
over my young niece, cock growing harder as the moments passed. I
placed my hand on the top of her head and ran my fingers through her
soft hair.

“You know what I'm talking about. Did
you like watching me fuck Kelly?”

“I hadn't noticed.” she remarked in
a flippant teenage tone.

“Lying bitch.” I said, my normally
kind demeanor replaced by my need to dominate this young slut. My
hand gripped the back of hair and I pulled her mouth towards my half
erect cock.

“Suck me.” I said, my hand on my
dick, guiding it towards her tiny lips. A sly smile crossed her face
as the tip of my penis grazed her bottom lip. She stuck her pink
tongue out and flicked it at the end of my dick.

“What if I don't want to?” she
teased and looked up at me with her big green eyes.

“I'll make you” I slowly growled,
letting her know how the night would be played out if she didn't
submit to my authority.

She giggled. “that sounds like fun.”
she placed the head of my dick between her lips, my hand still
holding the shaft, and softly sucked once or twice. I closed my eyes
and let up on her hair out of pure ecstasy.

All of a sudden, she wiggle from my
grip and took off down the hall, pulling her tank top off over her
head. She was giggling voraciously. “Catch me if you can, Uncle
Paul.”

I was blinded by my anger and lust and
took off down the hall after her. She ran into the guest room and
slammed the door behind her, putting all her weight on the door but
not locking it.

She began to tease me. “Oh Paul, fuck
me, fuck me. Your cock is so big and awesome. Fuck me with it.” She
was impersonating Kelly and the way she verbally gushed over my dick.

Finally, I overpowered the teenager and
busted into the room. She fell with a hard thud on the tile floor and
in an instant I was standing over her, grabbing her hair and pulling
her face towards my fully erect cock. I couldn't wait to feel her
tight lips fucking my cock. I pushed her head, not giving her a
moment's breath, onto my erection. Over and over I fucked her pretty
little face, not paying attention to anything but the ecstasy of
forcing my fourteen-year-old niece's face onto my dick. I was about
to cum when I realized I wanted to feel her pussy, there'd be plenty
of more time to cum down her throat. I pushed her back onto the cold
tile floor and climbed between her skinny legs.

“Now I'm gonna fuck you, you dirty
bitch.” and guided my dick to her teen opening. She gasped when I
entered her and let out a great moan. I could tell she loved my
forcefulness, a submissive to the core was my teenage niece. I held
down her arms and began pumping in and out of her soaking pussy. The
longer I moved between her legs, the harder I pounded her. The
slapping of our bodies was loud along with her sultry moans.

“Uncle Paul. Uncle Paul. Yes, fuck
me. You're so good. Fuck my little pussy.”

I didn't want to hold onto my cum any
longer, I pumped faster and faster, harder and harder until I
released all my juice into my niece's soft pussy.

After I was spent, I laid there for a
few moments, letting my cock grow flaccid. I pulled myself out of her
and stood up. I reached down and peeled the teenager from the floor.

“Go clean up,” I demanded, “The
night has just begun”

As I showered her, I thought of all my
niece's other body parts I wanted to cum in and on. Soon my dick was
hard again and our playing lasted well until the next morning.