Conceptually brilliant, 'Five' really is the ultimate in cool night spots. The creation of a New Zealand businessman who opened the first venue in Christchurch in 2004, it offers the thrill-seeker, thirty minutes (at a time) in a literal ice-cavern. The refrigerated premises contain a well stocked bar - made of ice, as are the walls, floors, ceiling, seats, bar-stools, lounges, decorations, even the glasses you sip your cocktails from. If you are so inclined (and most do)...you can eat the 'glass' as you drink. The place is adorned with wonderful ice sculptures and if you think you have been there and done it all up until now, let me assure you, you haven't! How many of you have ever seen a rock-band performing in Everest wear, trying to stave off frostbite?

    Sessions ($30 per person) are limited to thirty minutes, ostensibly on account of the temperature. Up until 6.30.p.m. children even are admitted in the company of adults obviously. Whilst "Minus Five" is the tag-line as it were, it is frequently colder. The night Jenna and I were there, it hit minus fourteen according to the wall sensors. Patrons are required to wear protective gear including zip-up yak-hide coats, two sets of gloves/mittens, scarves and thick shoes - all of which management provides whilst you queue-up. Available cocktails ($10) inside are at the cutting edge of alcoholic mayhem. The "Husky" as it is affectionately known, being a tossed conglomeration of just about everything behind the bar. With a 'kick' like battery-acid on the rocks, I had three!

    Let us then return to the night in question.
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    Suffice to say "Minus Five" is probably the most patronised locale in the city at the moment (and even as you read this, management is opening three new venues in Florida, New York and Barcelona concurrently)Â

    Kind of an "L" shaped affair, with any more than twenty people at a time, it tends to get quite crowded. The Saturday night Jenna and I went there, they had perhaps a dozen other visitors, mainly tourists.

    We were perched on one of the ice-lounges chatting, me with my second 'Husky' and Jenna striving to keep up with her Mango creation, when our conversation was interrupted by a heavily accented,

   "Say, could you guys take a picture of us please?"

    The question was delivered by a remarkably pretty blonde, proffering me her digital camera, the other arm around the shoulders of her equally attractive brunette companion. Standing alongside a highly detailed ice sculpture of the Sydney Opera House, they quite understandably wanted one of themselves together.

   "Sure," I said, handing my "Husky" to Jenna and you have to be real careful holding drinks in there - they are that slippery. Took a couple for them and handed the camera back. "Thanks a lot," came the bubbly Californian accent once more. I wished momentarily I had been taking pictures of other things but managed to quell the indecent images.

   Still chatting to Jenna, I noticed our American friends posing beside various ice sculptures further along the lounge, each taking photos of the other. Both in their very early twenties I would adjudge, I took pity on them as they held the camera at arm's length trying obviously to squeeze themselves both into the frame.

  "Hold this Jen would you?" I said, passing across my 'Husky,' "I think they need more help."

   Grateful for the assistance, they re-positioned themselves once more for the family back home. The smiles they were generating more than penetrated the cold.

   "Is she your daughter?" asked the blonde girl whose name I discovered was Sandy, glancing across at Jenna as she sipped her Mango juice with a three-way kick. "She's very pretty."

  Something in her words caused me to glance up at her.

 "That she is Sandy, thanks." I replied.

   I was about to hand the camera back when her friend, who introduced herself as Erin, smiled sweetly and asked if I could take "just one more picture" of them, over with the 'naked guy.'

  A full sized sculpture, but a couple of metres from where Jenna was sitting, the 'guy' was indeed naked. Not only well muscled, this icy tribute to all the Schwarzeneggers of the world, held center stage between the bar and the far wall. His sculpturer having spared no detail, caused doubtless many an embarrassed "Oh wow," from the female patrons to visit.

    Handing me the camera (whilst Erin gave Jenna hers) both girls then knelt at the foot of the statue smiling wantonly. Not sure what Jenna was thinking - if anything, but after we took a couple of pictures, Sandy asked if we could engage video mode.

    With seemingly practised confidence, both girls then wrapped an arm around each leg, leant inwards and began a simulated lick-fest of the hero's iced appendage.

    Jenna began giggling uncontrollably, whilst I was waiting for security to come and drag us all away. A couple more girls on their iced bar-stools pointed to our group whilst quite obviously blushing at the unfolding drama in their midst.

    Erin then pleaded with Jenna to take a few seconds' video of herself mid 'blow-job,' which must have had my daughter just about wetting herself. I had then of course to return the favor, filming Sandy's undoubted prowess with her tongue. I would have paid good money to know what Jenna was thinking during that brief interlude.

    I figured we all needed an extended break after that, there still being a quarter of an hour almost of our "session" left. I asked the girls if they would like a drink. They weren't shy let's say!

    Whilst huddled up on the lounge we traded information, discovering that both girls were from the Sausalito area of San Fran and that they were due to fly out of Sydney back home to the States the following evening. Sandy, not surprisingly was a model and Erin working for some legal firm in Oakland. In the 'looks' department, there was nothing between them.

   You know when personalities 'click.' Problem is, you know when they more than click too!

    To cut a long story short, they asked us if we would like to come back to their hotel for a nightcap. I looked at Jenna, who never having been one to shun social convention, just smiled up at me.

  "Can we dad?" she asked.

    I thought I caught a momentary glance between the other two but could not be sure.

    As it happened, they were staying at The Grace - a rather beautifully refurbished edifice in the heart of the city - barely sixteen minutes walk from "Minus Five" itself.

     The girls' suite was spacious and comfortable. Returning the courtesy of their invitation, I contacted room service and within fifteen minutes trays of sandwiches and liquid pleasantries made their appearance. Jack Daniels for me of course, and a pack of Bacardi Breezers for the girls. Well OK, two packs!

    I had not been mistaken earlier. A couple of times I caught both girls off guard, looking at Jenna mid conversation and exchanging glances that confirmed their ...well, "mutual admiration," is the best way of putting it I suppose. I wasn't short of a certain "admiration" myself however, given the compelling proximity of Sandy's short tight skirt and Erin's plunging neckline.Â

   "Anyone want to see a movie?" Sandy drawled attractively right that moment. I definitely wanted to see something - just wasn't sure quite what!
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    None of us having seen the "Underworld" sequel - "Evolution," we fired that up and being unable to efficiently and comfortably arrange one sofa and two chairs around the wall-mounted TV, we opted for the King Size, which accommodated four people with consummate ease. Jenna between the girls and me alongside Sandy.

    You would think I might have learned from this dangerously up close and personal scenario in the past. Maybe I was just hoping!

    The more werewolves bloodily despatched, the more alcohol we consumed. "Yukky" became the girl's catch-cry as the screen filled with digitised corpses. Still, if one watches a film of this nature one cannot expect to see a documentary on the lifetime achievements of Mother Teresa.

    Having ordered yet more beverages, it would be fair to say everyone was pleasantly disposed towards life at this juncture. Jenna and Erin especially had upped the giggling factor considerably, with Erin more than once making contact with Jenna's leg I noticed, when commenting on some scene or other. Nothing suggestive really, just girlish familiarity which in itself can be such a tease to the onlooker. I can't speak for the participants.

    I should point out also that all three girls' skirts were riding temptingly high above the knee as they snuggled further into the coverlet. Sandy's especially was taking up more and more of my sidelong glances.

    We would have been more than half-way through the movie when either the alcohol kicked-in big time or some ill-gotten need-to-breed manifested itself into the collective conscience on site. I had just turned to glance at Sandy at much the same second she turned her head my way.

    There was no reason to ask permission. Sexy lips are what they are, all you can ever do is kiss them and hope for the best. I knew at once I had struck a rich vein and it sure wasn't shale oil.

    I heard a "Gosh dad," from the far side of the bed but was then far too taken up with proceedings to care about appearances. Sandy was as warm and tasty as they come and it was the work of but a moment, to lay her full length on the bed covers, that long blonde hair splayed all over the pillow rather attractively. No Playboy photographer could have done better.

    Her breasts so prominently displayed at that angle, I simply nuzzled them softly through her top which had her wriggling pleasurably as the whimpers and sighs gained volume. Placing my hand along the inside of her thigh betrayed her needful compliance as she moaned gently and spread her legs noticeably. More than familiar with this road-map I edged on to the motorway north.

    Glancing across at the other two girls, perhaps wondering why no further exclamations of dismay at my blatantly sexual conduct were forthcoming, I all but slipped off the bed.

    Erin had Jenna in much the same position as Sandy and was kissing her passionately, whilst beginning to squeeze her breasts as might any besotted schoolboy, given the opportunity. It was definitely stealing my thunder.

    Sandy, noticing no doubt, my momentary distraction from the path of righteousness, glanced her friend's way also. Smiling up at me, she whispered "Erin has a thing for young girls...we both do actually. Does that offend you?" I merely shook my head - this was really a moment frozen in time!

    I didn't even feel a sense of immediate loss as Sandy wriggled her way over to Jenna, whence she began fondling my daughter's other breast which, beneath the somewhat tight top she had chosen to wear, was most prominent, despite the fact that she is barely a 34 B cup. Jenna opened her eyes to observe her new assailant for a moment but obviously decided to go with the flow, allowing both older girls to kiss her in rotation now.

    "Are you Ok with this Noel?" Sandy muttered a few moments later, looking back at me. "You don't mind us kissing Jenna?" My non-verbal acquiescence took the form of an impartial nod. It was definitely up to Jenna to "mind" and from what I could see, that wasn't even a consideration.

    Having observed Jenna at the mercy of various oversexed males and females at Harper Valley, you might think I had seen it all. Let me tell you then, watching my daughter being kissed and gratuitously felt-up by two girls at once - neither but a few years older than her, set a new benchmark in erotic viewing.

    As Erin began to slip her hand down inside Jenna's bra, Sandy began pushing her skirt up, well beyond any acceptable level of decency. I have to admit to being riveted by the sight, most especially as her panties were forthwith on show to anyone thus interested.

    Sandy was obviously keenly interested, as with one hand on active duty, still fondling her right breast almost lewdly, she slipped her right hand well up between Jenna's legs and began rubbing the front of her panties sufficiently that Jenna gasped audibly between Erin's kisses, at the same time making a half-hearted attempt to pull her skirt down.

    Up until this moment I had managed to remain a passive, though highly interested, let it be said, observer. At the point however that Sandy seized Jenna's wrist and then after wriggling her own skirt up high enough, guided my daughter's hand up between her own legs, facilitating contact I imagine with her own undoubtedly hot little panties, I found it necessary to apply some localised therapy of my own.

    "She is soo sexy isn't she?" I heard Erin mutter to her friend, breaking off from kissing Jenna momentarily. "And she has the hottest little boobs," she smiled lasciviously quite forgetting my presence obviously, as she groped once more the contents of my daughter's bra.

   Sandy must have flashed her a glance in my direction as Erin immediately let out a cry of embarrassed regret. "Ohhh, I'm so sorry," before seeing what it was I was doing, then she half giggled. "Oh wow, doesn't look like you mind seeing your daughter in this position either."

   I was in no position to participate in any in-depth conversation right that moment, so I simply shook my head and continued addressing my own needs.

    Jenna I noticed, was not in need of a girl's instruction manual either and was now actively causing friction on some majorly interesting part of Sandy's lower anatomy that had her wriggling her hips in pleasure. I noted her own reciprocated fingering of Jenna's still concealed pussy, causing my daughter's hips to thrust up with unabashed pleasure. Both girls were beginning to moan like alley-cats on heat.

    What did that make me I was wondering?

    Despite her "involvement" let's say, Sandy was actively interested in my own ministrations and parted her legs further I am sure, to enable me to see with total clarity what Jenna was doing to her. I could of course already see what indecencies she was wreaking on Jenna's teenage body.

    With the coming of my own personal little moment of truth, having inveigled my way up close and personal to Sandy's up-skirt attributes, I am in no way ashamed to admit that I spurted a somewhat warm confection across her thighs, the lower extremities of her lilac pink knickers as well as my daughter's hand and lower wrist.

    Despite her own impending "Waterloo," Jenna flashed me a "That's so naughty dad," glance, just up front of her own whimpers of release as Sandy's fingers I could see, were forcing the silky material of her panties well up inside her attractively displayed cleft.

    Sandy too was skylarking up there with the Gods as Jenna's fingers, having slipped beneath the leg of her panties, were now manipulating it would seem, her entire clitoral area. Her tight little blonde pubic curls clearly visible now, only added to the highly arousing scene being played out.

    Erin meanwhile had her own program of self-help well underway. Still fondling Jenna's breasts with rare enthusiasm, her left hand had wormed its way beneath the waistband of her own skimpy panties and she was clearly masturbating herself quite as hard as the situation demanded. Her own cries of orgasmic solace trailed on the wind.

   For a good few moments, no-one spoke. Not a lot one could say really!

   Jenna half sat upright, propped up by a couple of pillows. "I'm sorry dad," she murmured, making decent her hemline, as well as a few adjustments further north.

   "For what sweetheart?" I replied. "I didn't see anything just now that warranted an apology - from anyone." I glanced at the other two - Erin blushed noticeably. "If anything, it was me got a little 'out of hand' you might say." That cracked Sandy up.

   "You girls just chat between yourselves," I suggested, "I'll go fix us all a coffee." So saying, I eased myself off the bed and headed for the mini-kitchen where I could see a small fridge and some tea-making equipment. I couldn't hear what was being said but I did notice from the occasional glance, a lot of smiles and tellingly, no inclination from any of the girls to space themselves apart any further.

    By the time I got back there with a tray, both Erin and Sandy were huddled up around Jenna seemingly prepped for some further girlish involvement. I say 'seemingly'....what else could you call it with both girls taking turns kissing Jenna softly on the lips as she lay submissively between them. In terms of sheer erotic moments, this be assured, ranked up there with the best of them.

    As I sat down on the coverlet, Jenna sat up and smoothed down her skirt, flashing me the prettiest of smiles as she did so. Everyone finished their coffee in near silence although an air of indefinable "expectation" hung over proceedings. The two girls I noticed continued to exchange glances with one another, whilst Erin's arm remained locked around Jenna's almost lovingly.

   "Are you still at school Jenna?" Sandy asked quietly. One sensed my daughter's almost shy affirmation of the fact was much to the other two's liking. "Maybe schoolgirls appeal to other girls as much as they do men?" I was thinking.  Â

    Either oblivious to my presence or uncaring thereof, Erin re-commenced kissing Jenna softly on the lips and it is no distortion of the truth when I say that my daughter's reaction was one of total capitulation. Allowing herself to be manouevered back on to the pillows, she offered not the slightest resistance, even as Sandy began to divest her of that lacy little top, while Erin was wasting no time unzipping her skirt. Just moments later, Jenna lay there in simply her matching green bra and panties - a sight it would be worth living through six lifetimes to see. Trust me on this!

   "God Erin," I heard Sandy mutter, "Do we have to go home in the morning?" Erin giggled and gently pulling Jenna's hair away from her eyes, sighed as she looked down at her. "I wish, she is soooo hot!'

   I reckon she got that right.

   "Can we undress her?" Erin looked up at me hopefully as she spoke.

   "Hell kids, you needn't be asking me," I replied, "It's Jenna's call - I don't even want to be refereeing this one!"

    Finally...a gasp from Jenna as the prospect of being stripped naked suddenly reared up as an imminent proposition. There was time for just one cheeky "Not my panties, nooo" before Erin had them down below her knees, that wonderful little triangle of furred privacy displayed to us all.

    Not to be outdone in the field of sexy innovation, Sandy had Jenna's bra unhooked and on its way to the edge of the bed covers before Erin had even worked her panties free of both feet. This was sheer visual torture on a rogue scale.

    In hindsight, I don't think I have ever seen two girls consumed with lust such as were both these Californian girls that night. Talk about a bull in a china shop - Erin had Jenna's legs wide apart and was licking her like a dehydrated child attacking an iced lollipop mid summer. As for Sandy, she was rubbing Jenna's left breast, as might an inexperienced partner on Prom night, while with her lips she was suckling her right nipple rather in the manner one might expect of a starving infant desperate for its morning starter-pack.

    Jenna was moaning freely, her arms way over her head as the two girls took their pleasures of her young and utterly sensual body. At one stage she opened her eyes and looking directly at me, willed me almost to share her own pleasure. I could do nothing...this was not about me. I could be no part of that tableaux and strangely was quite comfortable in that knowledge. I was to be fucking no-one this night and knew that with absolute conviction.

   I'm not even sure if I masturbated again - I think I probably did. All I recall now is that after I moved across to the high-back chair near the foot of the bed, both girls began feeling Jenna up as they took turns kissing her even more passionately. One of them would push two fingers well up inside her pussy while the other fondled her breasts and nipples shamelessly. That Jenna experienced multiple rolling orgasms is beyond question. At one stage she was literally whimpering for their attentions.

    Having perhaps some desire to level the playing-field as it were, I could only look-on with awed reverence, as Sandy leaned across and began actively masturbating her friend also to the edge of sanity as she worked the numbers with Jenna's slim and visibly trembling body. Both my daughter and Erin reached the high plateau together. I just hoped the walls were of a decent thickness.

    There was but one combination to satisfy.

    Even as they tugged Sandy between them, Jenna completely unaware I think that she was naked, I watched mesmerised as they stripped her completely, Erin more than happy to shed her clothes too at this juncture. All those hot young breasts being communally groped and fondled while their owners kissed, holding each others hands occasionally in a rather touching if not arousing display of entrenched feminine affection. Jenna I have noticed has a particular liking for hot young breasts (little wonder one might say, given her own intensely desirable twin mounds) Sandy's muted cries of satiated need, evidence if such be needed, that their combined ministrations had pressed all the right buttons.

    The alcohol had run its course with me and even as the three of them slid under the covers for a night of unhinged sexual excess one assumes, I just pulled the coverlet up over my knees and fell asleep. I didn't find it necessary to count bra-straps let's say!
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     (c) 2006 Peter_Pan

This extract, courtesy of "Harper Valley: A Postscript"

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I tokk only my wallet with me and drove around some trying to think of a good place to find either guys or girls to help me with my problem. I thought about the park, usualy on the week days there were some guys or girls or couples there getting back into the swing of exercise for Summer. I drove to the park and at the gate paid the 4 dollar fee to come in. The man at the gate smiled and was trying to se me as much as he could. He did not know how close he had come to getting jumped on.

I drove around the park and sure enough, there were some guys playing baseball at one of the fields. This one was near the woods and the lake. They were the only group at the park I dorve o the parking area and some looked as I parked my car in the shade. I counted 14 guys, all lean and sweaty and in shorts and no shirts for the most part. I got out of the car and leaned agains my fender and watched them for a few seconds, just enough time for them to see I was watching them. My nipples werere hard as rocks and stuck out like a thumb. I was soaking wet between my legs and that was obvious through my shorts.

I walked over the the backstop and sat on the small bleachers there and made sure my legs opened and closed a lot and that the breeze blew my loose tank top a lot sometimes exposing my breasts that were not supported by a bra and were very close to the bottom of the tank top. The guys were all watching me, something that was easy to see since now they were missing throws and messing up when they had not before.

"YOu like baseball lady?" one called out. "Yeh, but I never got the hang of playing it." I laughed. "Why not?" another called. "Well, when I got older let's just say, things got in the way." I said boldly. No one asked what since it was easy to see that my tits would get in the way of any normal attempt. "Besides, it hurts too much when I run." I added now waiting for them to respond. No one did and I thought that I had been too bold.

THey played on for a little and I got up and walked to the lady's room and relieved my bladder and came back out. They had all stopped playing and were near an umbrella and cooler cooling off from the heat of the day. "Want a drink lady?" one asked as I walked near to them. "Sure, water please." I said. He tossed me a bottle of water and I opened it and walked to the group. The next thing I did surprised them all. I opened the cold bottle of water and poured it over me at my neck, down my chest and down my face. I soaked my top and my hard nipples got harder as the cold water hit them and making my top transparent. Then down my front and soaking my shorts. "Damn lady, you are hot." one said. "Well, not as hot as I was before." I laughed. "No I mean you are really good looking, you are realy hot." he repeated again. I smiled at everyone slowly looking to see any physical reactions from my wet shirt and shorts. All were responding as I had hoped.

I sat on a blanket they had spread out and took another bottle of water and a can of beer. "Do you mind?" Iasked and opened and downed the beer all at once. "Hell no" they said. I took the other bottle of water and poured it al over me now making sure that I was wet all over and that everything was visible. THey were all looking at me now, bulges easy to see. "Damn, I am still sooooo hot." I said in my best "damsel in distress" voice. Two of them picked up water bottles and started to open them. "Guys, you know, a woman can be hot in more than one way, and I am hot in several ways." "Like what" one said. I pulled off my top and laid back and megan massaging my breasts. "Like this" I said. "Anyone wanna put out my fire?" Then I lifted my hips and slipped of my shorts, now I was naked in the middle of these hot guys. I spread my legs and carressed my inner thighs wit my hands spreading my pussy lips which were soaking wet. "Well, anyone have a hose to cool me off?" I repeated.

Two guys stripped showing me nice young hard cocks and one got between my legs. I pulled his cock to my pussy and he sank it in making me moan. THe other I took in my mouth and began sucking fast. I wanted cum and wanted it now. Soon the one in my mouth rewarded me with a nice load and I swollowed it down. He got up, "Damn, that was great' He almost yelled. The guy in my pussy was almost ready to fill me up and so I grabbed another hard cock for my mouth. I was sucking the next one when the first guy filled my pussy up.

"Guys, I am very very hot and it going to take all of you to take care of me, who is next?" Two dropped to their knees, totaly naked. One rolled me on my side and laid in front while the other got behind me. "Oh yeh," I moaned, "Fill me up." One slipped into my pussy and the other my ass. I let out a loud moan and began telling them to fuck me, fuck me hard and fats and fill me with their cum. One after another they took turns and filled three holes at a time. I was dripping cum from al three now, making sure to let some leak from my lips and running my tongue along my lips to clean them off. Over and over I was filled with hard cock then hot cum and my orgasms kept on escaping and making me almost scream.

Finally they were all sitting around, one in me at a time now and another carressing my tits. I saw a bat and looked at it then thought how nice it would be to give them a little show. "Wash off that bat" I told one and he did and gave it to me. I took to thick end and spread my legs and slowly slipped it into my cum filled pussy. As soon as it was all in as far as I could take I began masturbating myself with this huge bat/cock. More orgasms came and cocks were hard again. They again began fucking me until we were all worn out. I laid there and said thanks guys, I feel good now." I gave my phone number to the group and asked them to cal me again and if they had a another group together I would love to be there.

They began leaving and I got up and took my clothes and walked to my car naked. I got in and drove homw and went in and got in the tub full of nice cool water and after slept soundly, my pussy was cooled down finaly.

There’s a dance floor and damned good country rock on Friday and Saturday. A couple of pool tables fill the little back room and an ancient TV that still sort of shows color hangs over the bar and takes care of the sports crowd. A little something for everyone.

There might even be what you call your gentleman’s disagreement in the parking lot now and then but nobody ever get seriously hurt. Not a knife and gun club sort a place. It ain’t the Ritz or your family place but a safe place to take a date and get loose now and then. If she’s a good old girl that is.

Long days make for more work so the crowd arrives later in the summer and not a lot was happening. I kicked back, ordered a pitcher and sat at the bar shooting the shit with George and waited for the show to start. Friday nights at the Tap are always a show of some kind.

George is the owner

After a while the beer worked it’s usual magic and I headed off to leak my lizard and at the door I came up short. There was a chick standing at the sink fussing with her hair. Not that it need it, I thought. She had flowing red hair that draws attention to her like a porch light draws bugs on a hot southern night. Her name was Violet.

Violet is what you would call cute in a slutty sort of way. Not gorgeous but cute. You wouldn’t kick her out of bed or gnaw you’re arm off getting away the next morning by any means. She’s a little young but not jail bait. George runs a clean place. He doesn’t put up with that shit.

She wears short skirts and low cut tops. She’s not afraid to show some skin on a warn humid night. Boobs could be bigger but she’s got nice legs and a great ass.

Violet’s always with some dude though. Usually one of the frat-rats that come over from the local college. The band wasn’t set up yet but I’d seen her dancing to the jukebox with some geek or other I’d never seen. Just another college looser to me.

“Uh…I gotta go.” I said.

“Sorry, the other one was in use and I had to go really bad too.“ She said.” Well…Come on in. Go ahead, I won’t look.” She went back to primping in the streaked, dirty, mirror.

I hesitated a second but nature made the decision for me. I wasn’t about to piss my pants waiting on her to get out. Not being exactly your high class establishment, the one urinal is beside the sink and there isn’t once of those privacy things between the two.

I got my streaming going good, glanced over, and noticed that Violet was indeed standing there watching me piss.

“I cheated.” she said, giggling, not the least bit embarrassed.

She didn’t look away and I’m not the kind that can stop in mid-piss so I just shook my head and continued to let fly. If she wanted a free show, what the hell. “Damn beer,” I said. “This is the only trouble with the stuff.”

I made conversation like this was the most normal thing in the world. Well what the hell else are you going to do. “So what do you think Violet,” I asked shaking off and turned to face her, dick in hand.

“I’ve seen worse. I’d say he’s got potential.” she said.

“So you know my name? You’re Greg, right?” She licked her lips. “Can I touch?”

I nodded yes to both I guess because she reached out and stroked my dick which by now was making like Pinocchio’s nose, getting longer and harder. And that’s the by-god’s truth if I ever told it.

“Umm,” she mewed. “I think I woke up the one-eyed snake.”

“Uhh…Violet, we’re not going to be alone here long somebody else’s gonna need to piss.”

“Yes…I suppose…” she pouted…then brightened. “We could go out back if you want to.”

“And?”

“And do what you’re "little man" wants. What else silly?”

She hadn’t let go and by now my ”little man”, being a very cleaver little guy, was standing in full salute to her ministrations.

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“What about your boyfriend?” I nodded toward the barroom.

“Not a boyfriend. Just a date. He’s decided he likes Rachael better though.”

Now that brought a real grin to both of us. Rachael is gay. Everyone knows that. Well almost everybody I guess. But someone else was fixing to find out.

“His loss.” Violet said.

Screwing some bar pick-up out behind The Brass Tap on a hot southern summer night isn’t exactly an original thing. The place is an institution going back to prohibition days when it was a speakeasy. You could write a couple of whose-who books on all the county gentry that’s got laid back there but it was a first for this rebel lad.

I soon found myself out behind the dumpster enclosure. Which is hallowed ground sanctified by hundreds if not thousands of other horny couples. My hand found it’s way up Violets miniskirt rubbing her sweet young pussy through polyester bikini panties while she stroked my rock hard cock with equal ardor.

The place smelled like…well…a dump but it’s amazing what the fine combination of alcohol plus sex will do for you. Violet smelled sweet, hot and young. Nothing else mattered. Her velvet tongue tasted of honey, of Budweiser and of desire as we moaned our lust into each other’s mouth. The girl was an excellent kisser and soon we were gasping, grouping and dry humping like the end of the world was coming and only our coupling stood in Satan’s very path.

We broke contact long enough for Violet to make with the bend-over, flip her little skirt up and for my pants to hit the ground. I yanked her panties down, spread her upturned cheeks and frantically sought her honey hole, the pearly gates of creation itself.

“God, oh god, hurry. Get it in I can’t wait.” I could see that she was already rubbing her love button from the front as my dick made contact and slid home.

“Ahh…” I pushed on up inside, her vagina a tight pink glove grasping my hardness. “Jesus Violet.” I said as her pussy milked my cock.

“Pound me Greg. God, just fuck the shit out of me.”

With an invite like that, what’s a young horny construction worker supposed to do. I wound up and laid the wood to her. I slammed and she humped. Nothing fancy or sophisticated, just a good old fashioned southern pipe laying.

“Hard Greg. Fuck me hard cowboy.” Not to be out done she leaned into the task and matched me stroke for stroke, hump for hump.

The girl’s passion was over the top. She was working it so hard I paused in amazement to watch her hungry ass consume my cock.

“What…Why did you stop? God don’t stopppp…”

“Just watching.” I said and slapped her pretty ass. "Go get it girl. Ride-em cowgirl.” I grinned and slapped her upturned butt again picking up the pace once more. “Gonna get you off gal. Make you cum like an earthquake. Go get’em.” Another slap punctuated my desire. If anything she just laid into it more.

My cock could feel her cunt spasm time after time as small orgasms hit her. She was getting close to the big one and I couldn’t hold out much longer either. Her pussy was driving me crazy. The girl was a fuck’en treasure.

“Ahh…” she shuddered and slammed back against me so hard she almost knocked me down. Her pussy clamped down like a vise, holding, gripping. “Ahh…Oh god yes…YES…”

Violet is a screamer. She sure enough lets the world know when she get‘s there. God love a duck, she’s a trip.

“Cumming…” I shuddered in turn as my cock unleashed a torrent of baby juice. None of this pull out and squirt in her face shit. No rubber. One hundred percent pure rebel cum flooded her vaginal canal as spasm after spasm empted my balls filling her tank to overflowing. The excess ran down her legs re-christening this little patch of southern ground.

We collapsed laughing at ourselves, at the deed we had done and at the pure unadulterated joy of being just young and alive.

“Well, wasn’t that just something.” I said. I hadn’t even bothered to pull my pants up yet. “Guess I owe you a drink or something. What’da you think?”

“Or something…Hmm.” she said. “You could take me home and play some more. That is if you wanted to?”

“What about what’s his name when he figures out he ain’t getting no-where with Rachael and comes looking for you?”

“I’d say fuck him but I wouldn’t mean it.” She took my hand. “Come on cowboy get your pants up. We‘re gonna go get us some desert.”

My old pickup tore a right big patch in the gravel parking lot spinning rubber as we tore off into the night hunting more Southern Comfort.

“Yee..Hawwww! Ya’ll cum now ya hear.

THE END…Or maybe not. Experience informs this old boy that you can’t get too much Southern Comfort.

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For the uninitiated. Southern Comfort is a brand of whisky. Powerful stuff. You may find Jesus in one bottle and the Devil in the next.

Thanks for reading this little story. The Brass Tap was a real place. Violet was real but my memory fails me as to her real name. So many years, so much shit. The story is a fictional condensation of a lot of shit that went down there when I was wild, young and free. Comments and feedback are welcome.

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"You are one very naughty school girl," Davey groaned, and closed his eyes and relaxed, content to let Michele have control of the situation.

Michele found this empowering. Most of the men she had had sex with in Chelmsford had forced themselves on her or forced her into capitulating. Even when she had been playing a dominant role with the Warden she was not really in control. Davey was showing her the utmost trust by just lying there and allowing her to take charge of situation. She found she genuinely wanted to please him.

Michele stroked and caressed Davey’s engorged member, sometimes slow and gentle, sometimes hard and fast. Davey expressed his appreciation with a contented smile on his face and with occasional moans of pleasure. He reached out and caressed her face with his fingers. Michele drew one of his fingers into her mouth and sucked on it; twisting her tongue around the digit.

Davey put his hand under Michele’s chin and gently bought her face to his. He looked longingly into her eyes and said,

"You are truly beautiful Michele," and then bought her mouth to his and kissed her tenderly.

The smokiness of the scotch they had drunk earlier had mixed with his sweet breath and she responded to his kiss. She kissed him harder and her hand started pumping his long hard cock in a steady rhythm.

Davey groaned again in the back of his throat and Michele gently lifted her lips from his. He sighed his disappointment; but not for long. Michele slid her stockinged knees along the floor so that she was positioned adjacent to his crotch. She lowered her head and kissed his cock. She kissed it all over leaving telltale smudges of lipstick on the shaft and head. She rubbed it against her cheek and placed the glans against her eye and batted her eyelashes teasing him with ‘butterfly’ kisses.

Michele was totally in control of the situation and was actually enjoying what she was doing to Davey. Not only did she feel empowered, she felt aroused; for the first time since she had been forced into becoming a transvestite she totally loved being a woman and pleasing her man.

She bought her mouth down to Davey’s scrotum and kissed and licked his balls, feeling him tense up and sigh at this new attack on his senses. Then she licked all along the length of his penis and finally took his member inside her mouth. She ran her tongue all over his glans as she commenced to gently suck and move her head up and down.

"Oh Michele you are wonderful," Davey whimpered.

"But take it easy I’m so close," he half complained.

Michele had no plans to take it easy; she was in control and wanted to make Davey climax. In her head she imagined him coming; then they would cuddle and caress until they were both sufficiently aroused and he would make love to her like a woman. She could hardly believe her own feelings but she wanted Davey to fuck her. My god she was changing! She examined her feelings and found that yes; she loved being a woman with Davey and she wanted Davey to want her. She didn’t try to analyse her feelings any further; she was too confused, she got on with her most immediate pressing need; to please Davey.

Michele clamped her lips around Davy’s now throbbing member and sucked hard and bobbed her head up and down as fast as she could. Davey started to convulse and Michele tasted the first beads of pre-seminal fluid and then the hot jets of his seed as his penis convulsed and shot streams of warm salty sperm into her mouth.

Michele kept up her hard and fast fellatio, swallowing his issue as it filled her mouth. In response to Davey’s climax she felt her own clitty harden in the silken purse of her panties. Slowly Davey started to relax as his orgasm subsided and Michele felt his organ begin to slowly deflate in her mouth. She took it out and rained kisses all over the cute member as it shrank back into flaccidity.

Davey reached out and gently assisted Michele up onto the bed so that she was lying beside him. He gently stroked her hair and softly kissed her.

"I think I’m falling for you Michele," he whispered in her ear.

"I think I’m falling for you to Davey," she whispered back and snuggled up closer to him.

They caressed and chatted easily with each other for a while until eventually they fell asleep in each others arms; like lovers.

Then – Crash! The door to the cell flew open and Eddie strode into the cell. Michele and Davey sprang to their feet; Davey taking a step forward in a defensive position to protect Michele.

"Just look at these two lovebirds would ya!" Eddie sneered sarcastically and reached for the scotch, gulping down a swallow.

"Fuck me Davey, I warned you about this bitch!" Eddie whinged.

"She’s fucking trouble mate; I don’t care what she’s done or said to make you all gooey over her. She’s more fucking trouble than she’s worth."

"If I could sell the bitch for a profit I’d get rid of her, but I ain’t even made the money I invested in her," Eddie went on, waving his hand at Michele as if she was just a commodity not worthy of consideration.

"She’s wonderful Eddie," Davey shot back.

"You just don’t appreciate a precious jewel when it’s staring you in the face," Davey continued.

"And I want her!" Davey demanded in a menacing tone.

Michele was stunned; she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was Eddie’s best friend and business partner prepared to take on Eddie over her? She felt flattered but at the same time confused.

"If she wants me that is?" Davey looked deep into Michele’s eyes with a questioning look.

Michele was now totally confused. She knew that prisoners kept transvestite inmates as ‘wives’; in fact some of Eddie’s ‘girls’ were ‘married’ to inmates but continued to work in the brothel to provide money for their ‘husbands’. The more privileged inmates, the ones who really ran the jail, had full time transvestite partners; wives, who ‘stayed at home’ and lived with them in their cells.

"You’re fucking joking aren’t you Davey? You ain’t going to let this big arsed bitch get in the way of our friendship are you?" Eddie sounded astounded.

"No I’m not Eddie," Davey replied, "If she wants to move in with me I’ll see you right, but she stays with me; exclusively!"

"But only if that’s what she wants to do," Davey added this time turning to Michele and taking her hands in his and looking deep into her eyes.

Michele felt completely feminine; at that moment the remnants of her male alter-ego ‘Mike’ disappeared. She was a woman who wanted the man standing before her. She tried rationalising her feelings; being Davey’s concubine was a better prospect than being forced to work in the prison brothel; but deep inside she knew it was more than that. She had become Michele; she was Michele, and she wanted to be Michele all the time, and to be with Davey.

"Yes Davey," Michele’s whisper was barely audible, "take me home please; take me away from this place."

"Oh you fucking dopes," Eddie laughed.

"She is going to cost you heaps Davey," he warned; "You’re not getting her off me for nothing!" he insisted.

"Eddie you’re my best mate in this place and we go back a lot of years; we scratch each others backs and work the joint for a share of the profits; but if you keep talking about Michele like that in front of her I’ll fucking well smack you!" Davey retorted angrily.

Eddie laughed, "Ok, ok, don’t get your knickers in a twist! She’s yours; we’ll settle the price later."

"Michele, go and see Charlotte and Mabel and get them to move your things out of here into Davey’s cell in A block; I’ll clear the move with the warden tomorrow." Eddie said.

"And as wedding present you can keep the clothes, wigs, shoes and the rest of the stuff I bought you free of charge. I hope you will both be very happy," Eddie said half sarcastically.

"Now run along girl; me and Davey have business to discuss," he ordered.

Davey reached out and kissed Michele gently on the lips, "Don’t worry about him honey," he smiled; "get out of here and I’ll meet you in my cell in a couple of hours."

Michele walked out of her workroom for the last time that evening and didn’t bother to look back. She found Mabel and told her Eddie’s instructions. Mabel didn’t believe her at first and ran down to Michele’s workroom to see Eddie. She came back flabbergasted.

"Well I’ll be fucked," she said, "Good on you girl; now get out of here and me and Charlotte will bring your things down to A block," she smiled good naturedly.

When Davey finally completed his business with Eddie that evening he was considerably out of pocket. Michele had cost him plenty but he smiled as he walked back to his cell, two minders at his side, she was worth every penny. Besides he would soon make his money back with his other business dealings with Eddie; they both made more money than they could spend in this shithole. The only thing his money couldn’t buy was freedom; he had many years left to serve; but at least he would be happy and contented with Michele by his side.

Davey arrived at his cell just after midnight. His cell was actually three cells combined into a living area with all the modern furniture and electrical gadgets you could want, and a large bedroom with an enormous bed set against one wall. As he closed the door to his cell he noticed all the lights were out and the place was completely dark except for the flicker of candlelight coming from his bedroom. Davey stripped naked, kicked his clothes aside and strode towards the bedroom.

Michele was lying on the bed; surrounded by deep red satin sheets, her head resting on a mountain of white satin pillows. She was exquisite! Her hair was a sea of raven curls hanging down to her shoulders and her dark, heavily made-up eyes shone brightly beneath the fringe. Her full mouth a ripe red plum waiting to be kissed, and her rouged cheeks emphasised her sharp cheekbones and the elegant lines of her pretty face.

She wore a full length white silk nightgown thrown open and spread out on the bed like angel’s wings. A matching white bustier adorned her body, the garter straps clipped to white nylon stockings. He could just make out the triangle of white satin panties between her legs which were slightly spread apart; her feet were shod in white open-toe high-heeled sandals, her toes peeking out of the high-heels, her white stockings gossamer thin and stretched taught over her red painted toenails. She wore a pearl choker necklace, matching earrings and bracelets. She held out a hand and beckoned.

Davey strode towards the bed, his manhood erect before him, a rope of gleaming, clear pre-seminal fluid leaked from the eye, and Michele reached out and took him in a firm grip and pulled him onto the bed. She opened her legs wide and he knelt between them; neither of them saying a word. He bent down and kissed her passionately on the lips and she responded and moaned deep down in the back of her throat.

She still held his manhood in a firm grip as she slid herself underneath him and eased her panties aside with one hand and positioned his member at the entrance to her special place. She lifted her white nyloned legs up high and bought her calves up around Davey’s lower back so that her high-heels were high in the air and almost touching. Michele pulled up her lower body and at the same time guided Davey’s beautiful hard slick member inside her. They never stopped kissing. Michele rose up and locked her heels behind his back as Davey thrust forward so that she could force all of him inside her. They rode the waves of mutual pleasure slowly; Davey taking his time so that Michele’s orgasm would come at the same time as his.

He released streams of his hot seed deep inside her and she responded by rising up and holding him tightly against her as she emptied her own emission into her white satin panties. Michele could feel Davey’s hot spend lubricating his throbbing glans as it stimulated the sensitive organ deep inside her. Davey could feel Michele’s secretions saturating her panties, soaking through, warm and sticky against his lower belly. Their lips had never parted throughout their lovemaking. Davey begrudgingly drew his face away from Michele’s just far enough so that he could look adoringly into her pretty blue eyes.

"I love you Michele," he whispered.

"I love you too Davey," she whispered back. Michele smiled.

 

The End

He dropped to his knees and kissed my stomach and then flicked his tongue at my pussy.His tongue was hot as it hit my slit and he worked it between my pussy lips.

I wanted to lay back on the couch,but he stood up and  took my hand and lead me to the bedroom.

He pushed my robe to the floor and spoke" you have the most beautiful body ever."

I laid back on the bed and he started eating me again.He keep saying how good I tasted and how he loved it. I will have to admit I was loving it to.

I started to moan as I got close to a climax.He asked me "do you want me to suck your juice or stop."

Now I don't know about all women,but I love to cum in a cunt eaters face.

I said " Tony, suck all the juice out of my pussy." He put his mouth right over my hot hole and his tongue in it and started to suck. I moaned"Im cumming , Im cumming,I can't hold back."I was working my cunt into his face as hard as I could.

WOW,that was some kind of great. I looked down Tony's face was soaking wet and dripping off his chin." Mrs.Mills you realy came a lot of juice,I think I sucked it all" he said."I loved it when you fucked my face so hard,your cunt is the best."

He got up and left the room and went to wash I could hear him it the bathroom.

 He came back in the room with no clothes on.His very large prick was hard and standing out in front of him." How long is that thing" I asked." Just 9 inches " he replyed.

He got on the bed between my legs and started rubbing his cock up and down my slit. I knew what he wanted and that was to stick that piece of meat into me.

 I thought I was ready,but as he put 2 fingers in me I was a little dry. He said" I guess I sucked you dry."

He moved up my body and said" suck my cock and wet it good." I obeyed as he put his prick in my mouth. He was very gentle and only put in my mouth what I wanted to suck.

He reached down to my pussy and said " your hole is getting wet now keep sucking."

 He pulled his prick out of my mouth and slid it down to my cunt.I was thinking as I was sucking it how much I could have taken in my mouth and if I could have swallowed all his cum.

 He was entering my cunt very slowly now.He knew his cock was big.I don't know how much he had in me ,but it felt like a lot.He began pumping my pussy slow at first then a little faster.

I reached down between my legs and felt his prick there was still another 3 or 4 inches that weren't in me. He said" I am going to put the whole thing in your big cunt,Mrs.Mills.""Tony you don't have to put it all in to enjoy it, go easy. I will gave you the best fuck of your life,if you just go easy" I told him.

All of a sudden he seem to change in a stronger voice he said" I have had my whole cock in you before and now isn't going to be any different."

He gave his cock a push and more and more of it went into me.It was starting to hurt." Tony, please go easy your hurting me" I pleated. There was no stopping his lust,he shoved his prick to the hilt. It smached into the bottom of my cunt and it hurt.

He said " work your ass I'm cumming now." I couldn't it hurt so.With that he shoved a finger up my asshole and forced fucked me. His cum was burning the inside of my cunt,but he keeped pumping it in to me without stopping.

 As he pulled out of me he said" you got some big fucking cunt there and I think I just knocked you up."

 I looked at his cock as he pulled it out and there was blood on it. He went in the bathroom to wash. My cunt was hurting I knew he didn't care. I was just another fuck to him.

I pasted him in the hall on my way to the bathroom he had his clothes and I couldn't wait for him to leave.

 I put on a pad and clean underwear and went back to the bedroom.

He was proped up in bed with his prick in his hand. I stood there and watched as he jerked it slowly. It was starting to get hard again. " come over here and give me a blowjob,while I watch you suck my cum" he said. "No way,Tony get out of my house" I yelled at him.

 He laught and said" I bet the cops would like to hear about the lady who sucks and fucks teenage boys remember i'm only 17." " This is blackmail" I yelled." I don't care you suck or I tell"he said.

 I had no choise but to suck him. He didn't shut up all the time I was sucking him. he said things like how Jon and him had laughed about double fucking me.How glad he was that he had hit the bottom of my cunt. He hoped the load he shot in me knocked me up.

 He was getting near cumming the head of his cock was growing.My neck was hurting I had been sucking his cock for 20 minutes. He said " Mrs.Mills don't slow up now it's cumming it your mouth." As he started cumming I gave it a big suck and he grabbed my head and shoved his cock down my throat. He was so strong I couldn't get away and he pumped his cum down my throat. I couldn't breathe and he wouldn't let me up.His hair was in my face I had his whole cock in me and thats the last I remember until I came to.

 He left me with these words" Mrs.Mills you are my whore you will fuck and suck me anytime I want it."

I was done. I quickly headed to the locker room, very
conscious of my growing dick. I walked up to my locker and peeled off my shirt.
I looked down at my body. I always looked best right after my workouts and
tonight was no exception.

I hit the showers. All I could think about was Lynn. My cock
was semi-hard the whole time and I was thankful no other guys were there.

Afterwards, I walked back to my locker. I dried off, and
pulled on my boxer-briefs.

Several guys entered, walked past my locker, and headed
toward the showers. I heard the showers turning on from the back of the large
locker room. I took my jeans and shirt out of my locker, when…

“Lookin’ good, Mark.” I froze. Her voice gave me an instant
hard-on. I stood, facing my locker, and
looked back at her.

“Thanks.”

“Those work-outs really pay off.”

She walked over to me. There was no hiding my engorged cock.
I was busted.

She looked down at my cock as it throbbed, straining to be
freed from my underwear. She bit her lip, as she looked me in the eye. She
slowly took off her top and pulled off her shorts. She stood in front of me,
totally naked. It blew my mind. I just stood there and stared.

She kneeled down in front of me, and pulled my underwear
down to my thighs. My cock sprang up at attention. She stood up and kissed me.
Deep. Then she moved her hands around my shoulders, across my pecs, caressing
my nipples. Then she slid her hands down over my abs, and around my waist. As
she grabbed my ass, she started licking my nipples. She kissed her way down my
abs, kneeling in front of me again. She gently cupped my balls, then wrapped
her hand around my hard shaft, and started stroking me.

I closed my eyes and threw my head back as she jerked me
off. Finally, she put my big cock into her mouth. She started sucking on my
dick, as she continued to play with my balls.

I couldn’t help but moan in ecstasy. She let go of my balls
and moved her hand up my abs, caressing my chest and pinching my nipples.

She let my cock pop out of her mouth and sat me down on the
bench. I lay back as she started blowing me again. I couldn’t take my eyes off
her as her head bobbed up and down on my engorged penis.

“Fuck.” I looked behind me and saw one of the guys just
standing there in shock. I sat up, but Lynn put her hand on my chest and gently
pushed me back down. I figured, what the fuck, let him watch.

I looked back and saw that he had dropped his towel and was
gently stroking has cock. I closed my eyes and listened to the sucking sounds
coming from her mouth.

“Damn, man.”

“Yeah, that’s it. Suck him.”

I looked back. We now had an audience. Four buff guys, all
jacking off, and cheering us on.

“How does that feel, bro?”, one of them asked.

“Fucking phenomenal, dude” I responded. “Oh yeah….”

One more guy came up and joined us. He kept his towel on,
but his cock was growing underneath. He just stood there and watched silently.

The others continued to cheer.

“That’s it. Blow him.”

“Damn, homie.”

“Go all the way down. Fuck.”

She took me all the way down her tight throat, burying her
face in my pubes.

“Ahh. Fuck!” She started blowing me hard and cupping my
balls. Then she stopped sucking and started jerking me off, slapping my cock
against her lips and cheek.

“Ahhh!” Every muscle in my body tensed as I shot my load all
over her mouth. She continued pumping dick, letting the cum shoot out onto my
abs and pubes.

“We’re next”, one of the guys said.

Lynn smiled at them. “Sorry, guys. But I’ll tell you what I
do want you to do. I want you all to cum all over Mark here.”

“What?” I sat up. She gently pushed me back down. “Relax
baby, I’ll clean you up.”

The guys all stood around the bench. Here I was, with a hot
slut between my legs, and five dudes jacking their cocks over my body. One by
one, they came, shooting warm cum all over my chest and abs.

When the last one
had cum, Lynn climbed over me and started licking their semen off my body. It
was hot. As she licked the cum off my nipples, I came again, shooting a load
against her stomach. She lay on top of me, rubbing the cum, between our bodies.
She licked me off and stood up.

“Nice work-out. Time to hit the showers.” With that, she
picked up her clothes and walked away.

"I guess, I would."

"We should just stay in my room so we don't get caught and also so we can both keep watching the video.  Pull up a chair."

"OK," I said and sat down next to him.  There was a moment of hesitation before any of us did anything but after a minute, I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. He followed me, doing the same.  Both in our boxers, we were hesitant to be the first to actually take them off.  Both of our erections were visible through our boxers.  Joey turned to the screen and pulled them down and started rubbing his dick, which was slightly larger than mine.  I did the same.  We were both masterbating and it was so exciting.

Then he asked me, "Have you ever sat on your hand till it's numb, so when you jack off it feels like someone else is doing it?"

"No," I said.

"I'm gonna try it."

We both sat on our hands smiling to break the awkwardness.  Eventually, he started jacking off again.  I watched him as he did.  He eventually grabbed a t shirt of his and came into it.  "Still not numb?" he asked.

"No," I replied.

"I'll just do it for you."

"I don't know," I said.

"You don't have to, just hurry up and cum."

"Go ahead," I said.  He gripped my dick with his hand and started jacking it.  It felt amazing.

I had the first choice of two women for myself. My other three commanderswould get one each, and the rest would be distributed to the troops, with several men sharing one woman.

My first choice was a girl about twenty years old who was tall andhandsome.We’ll call her X. My second choice was a young girl I guessed to be fifteen or so whose very fair complexion and ample bosom attracted me. We’ll call her Y. They were sent to my quarters to clean up and await my presence. I could hardly wait to fuck them.

My second in command surprised me. He chose a youngster who was barely fourteen! She was certainly cute but I thought her ass too small to give much bounce.

The third in command took an unusually fiery thirty year old. He’ll have a good fuck and a black eye!

The women were all advised that resistance was futile and that they may as well try to enjoy our company. Some were more than willing and some resistant.

Only two had to be beaten. I took pleasure in seeing my good fighters leading them away for their pleasure.

I returned to my quarters and found my women grateful for their bath after the ride to our camp in the back of an open truck. I stripped and ordered the older girl to my bed.

God! She was a virgin! She was none too easy to penetrate and screamed when I deflowered her. I paused to let X calm down and withdrew for a moment.

I motioned Y to come and suck my cock. The young thing was not unacquainted with the practice. I reentered X. I raised her legs and put her ass in motion. She was getting the idea, and I was getting a response. I turned her over and took her from behind. I had her move back and forth on my cock. A slap on the ass got her up to speed. I squeezed her tits and felt hard nipples. As I continued fucking her, her hand moved to her cunt. My finger in her ass increased her excitement. When I climaxed, I had both girls taste my cum.

As X lay on the bed rubbing her newly opened cunt, I garnered some information about her. She had been in the convent since she was thirteen. She had developed into a well formed woman whose body should propagate the race.

I went back to X and spread her legs. I licked her cunt. She squealed in delight. I got over her for mutual mouth work. When I got her sucking satisfactorily I gave her a bit more cunt licking, and then called Y to bring X to orgasm.

Well done Y!

It was Y’s turn to suck my cock in preparation for her fucking. The cheerful little fucker got my cock raised enough that I could take her on my lap and get her bouncing on my dick. I reached around and fingered her ass and asked if she liked a fuck there. She said she’d never had an adult up her ass and didn’t know if she could take it. Actually, I didn’t matter what she said. Asshole would be fucked!

It was dinner time. All of the women were allowed to partake with their men. I took my girls (who had been given clothes we’d looted) to the dining hall. All stood as I entered. Some of the women didn’t realize that they must also rise. They were abruptly bought up. The men were extremely pleased.

I took my girls to my table with my second and third and their women. Wine was served first and the room was in a jolly mood. Even my second’s little girl drank.

I asked (alright, ordered) her to let me feel her cunt. She had a juicy hole where there wasn’t one before. I asked her if she liked fucking. She replied that she was just learning how. Second said that deflowering her was not easy because she was so small.

Third’s fiery woman was decidedly calm.

I whispered "What changed her?"

"A fuck in the ass" he replied.

As more wine was consumed, some in the hall became rowdy with the women who had been traded and randomly groped. I called them to order. I insisted that all trades or sharing arrangements must be made in the barracks and conducted civilly or disciplinary action would follow.

The entire troop was ready to party. My two officers and I took our women to our lounge. We had the women strip one by one and offer themselves to our exploration. I had Second’s little girl suck my cock and I sent Y to do the same for him. I sent X to my third and took his fiery one. I told Third not to fuck X’s ass. I was saving that virgin hole for myself.

With this game over, all the women were returned to their masters. We kept the women naked for fondling a while then sent them all to my quarters which was locked and guarded.

My officers and I had to make the rounds of the barracks to see that peace and order prevailed. There was a lot of fucking in progress.

One woman, about forty, was taking all comers. She had a cock in her cunt, one in her mouth, and two fellows waiting their turn. One young fat girl was taking cock in her cunt and ass from two fellows taking a few strokes each successively. A mid-thirties nun was the most energetic fucker we saw. She was on top, bouncing on cock after cock until her cunt oozed cum!

Alas! Tomorrow I would have to reassemble this mob into a fighting force.

We were preparing to raid a warehouse primarily for shoes and clothing for the winter campaign. We were leaving with three empty trucks and I wanted them full when they returned. The chance of government troops hindering us was minimal.

They expected an attack on their arsenal. They’d get that when they didn’t expect it.

Now my officers and I returned to my quarters where the women were waiting.

Mine was the only quarters with a "living room". Second and third collected theirwomen and retired. I took both of mine to bed.

I fucked Y first that night. She is such a delightful young cunt! She seeming never fails to have an orgasm and always sucks my cock with gratitude afterward.

I told the girls my plans for tomorrow, and that they could leave if they wished. Y said she’d stay. X was undecided.

It was time to fuck X. I brought some olive oil from the kitchen to lubricate

the path up her ass. I put her on the bed on all fours. I rubbed up her anus to give her an erotic focus. I poured some oil in her asshole while I played with her cunt. My finger followed the oil; X gasped and sighed but was soon rocking her ass with my finger fucks. Y couldn’t hold back an "oooh" as she masturbated while watching. I brought her over to the bed and repeated the procedure in her ass. She loved it. I sent her back to masturbate and had X suck before I mounted her.

I took a half dozen strokes in her cunt then put my cock to her anus for the big push. She squealed, but not more that I expected and there was no excessive pain; just the shock of expansion. I slapped her ass and told her to relax. I let her settle down before I began fucking her hard and going further in. She was soon reacting much better and working her cunt and her ass was meeting my thrusts lustily.

I picked up the pace. My cock had an open highway now and I fucked her hard and fast. Our grunts and groans echoed through my quarters for a good while before I shot my spurt deep within her. She’d had an orgasm too. I kept my cock in her as long as I could.

I told Y to come to me. She crawled on top of me and I licked her young pussy as she sucked. X moved to a chair where she watched and masturbated. I let both girls rest a while until I could be revived. Y eventually sucked up an erection and I mounted her as I had X.

She gasped at the size on the intrusion but was eager to take it. I gave her ass a good hard fucking this way then rolled off and had her get on top. She lowered her now open asshole on my cock and gleefully bounced on it. I eventually came and she collapsed in my arms.

The three of us slept together and my fingers found willing cunts and assholes for play and their eager mouths sucked cock for recreation. I gave them each a mouthful before morning.

In the morning I told all the women in the compound they could leave if they wished but we couldn’t provide transportation. If they stayed, we would be bringing back clothes, food, jewelry, soap and such.

I prepared my men for the raid. It was quite successful. We didn’t lose a man and only had to kill two guards. We loaded our trucks and stole another one.

We got what we needed and a lot of things we didn’t. We remembered to get women’s things.

When we returned to our camp, we found that about two-thirds of the women had chosen to stay, including my two. Alas, my third’s fiery one had departed.

"When she didn’t prefer to fight, she was a good fuck" Third said.

I allowed him to pillage the lower ranks for a replacement. He chose a woman about thirty years old who had borne children. She was a bit wide in the butt, but a comfortable fucking partner.

I gave a considerable amount of booty to my women. I decreed a large feast that evening. All of the women got new clothes, soap and such. The jewelry was all paste but they loved it. X loved her high heels and wouldn't take them off. I had to fuck her in them that night.

I planned our next raid---for gasoline. This one required stealth more than force once in the storage area. We had metal barrels and our newly stolen truck, but we would need to get in without raising a general alarm. We scouted a secondary gate and saw an opportunity. We could divert the guard at dusk, ambush him without gunfire, fill our barrels and get out. Only a handful of men would be needed. I sent Second to do the job.

In his absence, I fucked his little girl. I fucked her ass too. She managed pretty well for one so small. I loved opening up that tight little hole.

The raid was successful and we had everything we needed for the raid on the arsenal. It would probably cost lives. I decided to wait a while in hopes the government security would become lax.

Many of the men wanted another village raid for loot, but mainly for women.

Did they think I could find convents everywhere? I considered it for a few days. I gave in and let Third lead a raid on a village on a market day.

He came back with a truck load of food and wine and eight women. Most of them were teenagers though some were married.

I performed my inspection as previously and again enjoyed my poking "duty".

I let Third have first choice; it was his raid. He took a girl in her late teens and novirgin. Second got a second girl and his choice was very similar. Before I distributed the remainder, I took two girls to my quarters, stripped them and fucked them. One was just excellent, a red-haired girl about sixteen. She lovedher fucking. X and Y would have to make room for Z. I had another bed put in

my room. I introduced Z to X and Y and they helped her get new clothes. Y whispered to me that she wanted to watch me fuck Z’s ass. I kissed her for that.

That evening, Y got her wish. She was eager to participate in the olive oil preparation. I mounted her and she ass-fucked like a professional! X was jealous; not a virtue in a former nun. I wasn’t finished fucking around.

After I rested, knowing Second and Third had fucked their new girls by now,

I called for a soiree in the lounge for the three of us and the new girls. We swappedaround. I took Second’s girl in both holes but Third’s only in her cunt. I was out of ammunition. Z took Third up her ass.

I took Z back to my quarters and had the three girls put on a show for me. I had the tit sucking and cunt eating in all combinations. I poked and they poked one another.

Each one climaxed more than once.

I slept with X that night to reassure her that she wasn’t being displaced. Y and Z had a good time in bed together.

The proposed raid on the arsenal was vexing me. I decided to postpone it a while longer.

My camp was busy fucking. In my case, it was triple plus whatever I wanted from Second and Third’s women, or for that matter any in the place.

Since my three way girl thing was so delightful, I decided we would have an all girl orgy in our lounge. Of course we had no dildos or vibrators, but we did have sausages---some very large ones. Second cleverly rigged up a way for the girls to use them as cocks. As I would have predicted, Z was the first to fuck another girl, Third’s new one. She then took the tool and fucked X, X plugged Second’s new girl, she screwed Y and Y fucked Second’s little girl who plowed Z’s ass while I fucked her cunt. And so it went. All girls were happily engaged andwhen we men fucked a cunt or asshole there was often a sausage in the other hole. X, bless her nunly heart, had the two ends of a long sausage in cunt and ass. Y got a hand in and pumped her holes alternately. There was a pile of bodies o the floor and we had to sort them out to go to bed. We concluded the evening with another round of freshly stolen beer.

This can’t go on much longer. I must go back to warfare or warfare will come to me when I’m not watching.

In the meantime, I can say "roll over X, Y, or Z! I want your ass!"

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THE END

Turning over once more, she drifted off into the endless possibilities of her Dreamworld…

***

She was awakened again, this time with hands gently caressing her back through her nightshirt. She laid perfectly still, her heart torn in two by her choices.

‘I can let him have me tonight and risk that being the end. Or I can wait and risk never having the chance again,’ she pondered as he continued to rub her back, his hands moving towards her neck.

She sighed softly to let him know she was awake and turned to face him slowly. The moonlight continued to dance in his stunning blue eyes and off his golden curls, like an angel from Heaven.

“How are you feeling?” he asks quietly, his hands moving onto her tummy now that she lay on her back.

Her heartbeat quickens as she has only seconds to decide her fate as he brings his face closer to hers.

Having always lived life in the safe lane, and always worrying about what others thought of her, she decides to throw caution to the wind and indulge her inner desire.

‘I would never forgive myself if I never had the chance to have him,’ she thinks as she raises her head to meet his inviting lips.

Locked in a lover’s first kiss, the passion escalates from that moment. Her body temperature rises as she succumbs to his inexplicable charm.

Linking her arms around his neck, she pulls his body closer to hers and he moves to her willingly. Trying not to break the exquisite kiss, he fumbles to remove his sweatpants.

Small moans are beginning to filter through the kisses as the passion continues to increase. Her hands are tangled in his hair and he manages to squirm out of his pants, the difficult task of removing his boxers being next.

An electric current shoots up her legs as his bare skin touches her, her nerve endings tingling, feeling his hardness through the cotton fabric of his underwear.

Suddenly, she pushes him away from her and sits up. He stares at her, taken aback by her behaviour, wondering if she has changed her mind. He needs only to wait a moment for his answer.

Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she madly tears it from her body and tosses it away. Lying on her back once more, her panties are slid off tossed in the same direction as her shirt.

He smiles into the darkness and removes his own shirt and boxers.

Sitting there in the darkness now, they gaze at each others’ naked skin for the first time. Both are breathing hard through their passion and finally can stand it no longer.

She dives at him, pushing him flat on his back as she begins to deeply French kiss him, her tongue swirling expertly inside his mouth and battling his own for domination.

His hands explore the divine curves of her hips, her ass and her breasts as he kisses her back harder and more urgently. His touch works its way from her back to her front and finally down the flatness of her belly, inching closer to her wetness.

She gasps as his fingers travel over her smooth pussy mound and reaches down to stroke his cock tip as his fingers slide inside her. She breaks the kiss and throws her head back in heated pleasure, arching her back.

He pushes deeper inside of her moist tunnel and wiggles his fingers around, using his thumb to rub her swelling clit. His own body is starting to betray him as she continues to stroke his tip, extending the travel area down his thick shaft. The precum is oozing from him and she uses this to lubricate the rest of his manhood.

Within minutes, they’re both almost on the brink of sexual satisfaction and break away from each other once more. Lying side by side, their chests heave and breathing begins to subside as their orgasms wash away from them, unreached.

Words need not be spoken in the silence, the breathing and moans say it all. They know now the true extend of their desire for one another and turn to each other for true sexual satisfaction.

He turns his face to hers and meeting her eyes touches him in a completely unexpected way. Though little has changed between them since she arrived, the light in her eyes in the shadowy darkness tells something different.

She returns his strained look in the moonlight, admiring the way his curls crown his head like a cherub. The lust grows within her blood as a new sensation seeps into her heart.

They come together again in a deep, lustful kiss, but progress more slowly this time, savouring their first time experience.

She slowly mounts atop him, his cock resting in front of her pussy as she gently digs her nails into his bare chest. As her hands trail over his length, it throbs hard, the blood practically boiling in his mushroom tip.

His hands massage her buttocks and travel up to her perky breasts, tugging and pinching the erect pink nipples.

She moans as she lifts herself with her smooth creamy thighs and allows his prick to spread her glistening cunt folds. She closes her eyes tightly, focusing only on the warmth of him filling her from the inside.

He gasps out as her tightness envelops his hardness as her kegal muscles grip him securely.

The begin to move as one together as she moves herself up and down, his hips thrusting to meet her.

His hands drift down to her ass once more and she replaces them with her own, twisting her nipples and clenching her vaginal walls with each shot of brief pain.

His moaning grows louder as she continues to ride him, gripping her buttocks to help her move the way he want it.

They lovemaking pace quickens as the orgasm waves begin to approach once more.

She can feel his cock throbbing with lust as she pistons herself on it harder and harder. She has a hard time catching her breath and her nipples are more erect than ever. She bows her head slightly and brings a breast to her mouth. Protruding her tongue, she flicks it over the pink nub quickly as though she were licking a sweet clit.

His eyes close now, wanting so desperately to watch her licking her own nipple, but trying to control his pending climax, using all his concentration to prevent to inevitable.

As she licks her nipple, her other hand travels between his legs from behind her. Finding his full testicles, she begins to fondle and massage them gently, still riding him faster and deeper.

Her eyes suddenly fly open as she reaches her first peak, her entire body shuddering as the white cum drips down his base each time she moves upwards. Using her wetness to lubricate his balls, she massages more firmly, even venturing between his legs to work the soft fleshy area between his balls and his anus. He spread his legs for her automatically as she begins to expertly stimulate his prostate gland from the outside.

She feels her second orgasm breaking free and she moans in ecstasy as she drops her breast and rubs her swollen clit furiously.

Riding as hard as she can, her breasts heaving with each thrust, her cunt grips his cock as though to never let go. His eyes open to discover her stimulating herself and he soars over the edge as well.

Digging his fingers into her ass cheeks, he lets loose a torrent of cum, spurt after spurt filling her insides, mixing with her own cum still dripping down his shaft. The two moan in unison as their orgasms rack their bodies, shuddering together.

Slowly, she stops riding and finally leans forward to relax on his chest, catching her breath. His heart feels as though it would burst from within him and he traces his fingertips along her spine to calm her tingling nerves.

He kisses her forehead as his breathing returns to normal and holds her close, his cock slowly growing limp within her. She snuggles close to him, breathing in the sweet smell of his sweat from their lovemaking…

When they got back to his place Hinata pushed him onto the bed as she got undressed."Get undress bitch." Hinata said. Naruto starts to get undressed. Hinata pushes Naruto onto the bed, as she bend down and starts sucking on his cock. As Hinata is sucking harder and faster she puts her pussy in his face. Naruto started sliding his tongue in and out of her pussy bring her off as she sucked him hard. Once she was satisfied she got up off of him. Hinata was standing there looking down at him. When she got dress and walked out. Naruto ran after her," why are you leaving Hinata?"Naruto said. "Because I want to leave."Hinata Said." But I only made you cum once. "Naruto said."SO what. "Hinata said. "Normally I make you cum 4 to 5 times before you leave Hinata. "Naruto said."Then say it bitch. " Hinata said.Naruto whisper's "I'm Hinata bitch." Naruto said. "What I can hear you bitch.' Hinata said. He says it a little louder. "You better speak where I can hear you bitch." Hinata said Naruto yells out "I'm Hinata bitch." "That's better."Hinata said. Hinata walked back into Naruto place. Hinata gets undress and lay's on the bed. "Now get over here and fuck me bitch."


Naruto slides is cock into her pussy fucking her harder and faster. "Hinata can you please take this collar off please." Hinata was moaning close to having another orgasm. "No bitch I'm not taking off your collar that marks you as mine so get use to it." Hinata said." yes Hinata I am yours." Naruto said. Hinata started having her second orgasm. When there was a knock at the door. "Get off of me Bitch." Hinata said. Naruto get up and answer the door. "Who is it?" Naruto said. "Open the door bitch," Neji Said.

Naruto let Neji in. "Neji what do you want?" Hinata said. "Your father was wondering why you haven't been home?" Neji said. " I been using my bitch and just been falling asleep over here." Hinata said."Ok I will tell your father, but if he tells me to come back and get you. Your going have to leave and come home." Neji said."Ok Neji bitch will just have to fuck me faster then. Hinata said. Neji started to leave as Naruto got back to fucking Hinata.Hinata was moaning and tell Naruto to fuck her harder and faster. Naruto was slamming his cock into her as hard as he can. After Hinata came three more times. They were laying in bed when there was a knock on the door. "Go answer the door bitch." Hinata said.Naruto open the door and let Neji in."Hinata you need to get dress. We need to get home." Neji said "Ok Neji" Hinata said. Hinata got up and started getting dressed. "Bitch you are not to leave until I get here tomorrow." Hinata said. "Yes Hinata I will stay here until you get here." Naruto said. Hinata and Neji walk out as Naruto lays down in the bed and go to sleep.

Hinata show's up at Naruto's. She walks in and slaps him across the face to wake him up. Naruto wake's up and looks at Hinata."Hinata do you want something?" Naruto said. "Yes there is something I want, but I have to make a decision to make first." Hinata said. " Can I help you with Hinata?" Naruto said. "No you can't Naruto." Hinata said. When Naruto get to his team. Sakura looks at Naruto and said "How do you like being Hinata bitch."What do you mean Sakura I'm not Hinata bitch." Naruto said. " I know you are her bitch Naruto, I talk to her everyday and I know you are wearing a collar saying Hinata bitch is on it." Sakura said. " Ok Sakura I am Hinata's bitch, but this morning she woke me and then left just said she had to think about something." Naruto said. " Do you know what she has to think about Naruto?" Sakura asked. " No I don't Sakura, she told me I couldn't help her with it." Naruto said. " I will go talk to her Naruto." Sakura said. Before Naruto could answer Sakura left to go find Hinata.

Sakura finds Hinata sitting on a bench thinking." Hinata what is wrong?" Sakura asked.
"Why do you asks Sakura?" Hinata asked. "Because I talked to Naruto and he told me you had to make a decision." Sakura said. "Yes I do and I don't know what to do Sakura." Hinata said. "What decision do you have to make Hinata maybe I can help?" Sakura asked. "Well I either have to decide to move in with Naruto or have him move in with me, but I don't want to leave with him yet though." Hinata said. "Hmm that is a hard decision to make, but if you move in with him then you can use him time you want right," Sakura said. "Yeah but then my father would sending Neji over to check up on me every once in awhile." Hinata said. "So you don't know what to do, what would you rather do live at Naruto place or at your father place Hinata?" Sakura asked."Well we will have to go there sooner or later but I would have more freedom at Naruto then I would at home." Hinata said. " Well I say it sounds like you already made up your mind Hinata." Sakura said. " Yea I know but what should I say to Naruto though?" Hinata asked. " Nothing he is yours so he has to live with it." Sakura said. "Thank you Sakura, you helped me out a lot." Hinata said as she ran off to tell her father her decision.

Hinata find her father. "Father I made my decision." Hinata told her father. "What is your decision Hinata?" Her father asked. "I'm going to move in with Naruto for now Father." Hinata said. "Ok Hinata just so you know I will have Neji check up on you every once in awhile, and you both will have to come to have dinner every once in awhile." Her father said. "Yes Father I understand." Hinata said. They start packing up her stuff to take it over to Naruto's. After they get everything packed they take it over to Naruto's. Hinata starts to unpack and her father leaves to go back home. Naruto hadn't seen Hinata all day he was wondering where she was at? He went home and saw that his place look different. Then he saw Hinata come out of the bathroom. "Hinata what is going on?" Naruto asked. "I moved in with you Naruto now I don't have to go home, because I live with you now." Hinata said. Naruto just stood there thinking.

"What are you thinking about Naruto?" Hinata asked."I wasn't planning on living with anyone right now Hinata." Naruto said. "Well I didn't ask what you wanted bitch, this was what I wanted. My choose's were either move in here or you move in with me, so I choose here." Hinata said. " Ok Hinata." Naruto said. He started to get undressed as he stared at Hinata. After he was naked Hinata sat down on the bed and spread her legs wide open. Naruto drop to his knees and crawled over to her and start sliding his tongue in and out of her pussy. He started sucking her clit as he slide two fingers into her pussy then she started having her orgasm. Hinata was sitting there looking down at Naruto, when she lay down and waited for Naruto to start fucking her.

Naruto got up and slide his cock into her pussy as he started fucking her harder and faster. "Oh god yes thats it fuck me harder bitch." Hinata said. Naruto was fucking her as hard as he could. When Hinata started having her second orgasm and Naruto was still fucking her. When Hinata told him. "Bitch get the fuck off of me and got to sleep."

"I’ve been observing the basketball team for a while, and really interested to be in Anglican High’s (her school) Ladies Basketball Team." She said.

"But I don’t have any basketball experience or training, so can you teach me?" She continued.

I glanced at her, from head to toe, A-cup and all and thought to myself – She’s so tomboyish but nevertheless a young woman in the making. However personally to me, basketball and women don’t mix, and decided to have some fun at her expense. So I pick up the ball and slammed it directly into her tummy, smiled gingerly and said: "We gonna play First to 11 and if you can score 1 basket against me, I would consider your request, but if you can’t, then your request is denied." "Don’t think just because you are a young lady, I would go soft on you. I will treat you like any other guys on the team." I added. So it began, the game that changed both her and me.

The result was an effortless 11 – 0 in my favour, with her bruised and dirty from all that "In-Your-Face" plays. As she stood at the sidelines, nursing her cuts and bruises, I changed my mind as she got guts, determination and attitude, which I admired. However what impressed me the most was that she neither sulked nor bitched, and even had the audacity to challenged me to another round, as I walked towards her.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and said: "It’s okay. The results will still be the same, even if we had a few more rounds." "Though you had lost physically, you are already a winner in spirit." "The score didn’t matter anyway…So Yes, I will train you, but you must agree to my conditions." I added.

"Firstly…I will only train you after the whole U-18s Men’s team has gone." I said

"Secondly…No matter how tired you are, or how you’re feeling you must come for training"…I continued.

"Lastly…Respect the basketball grounds when you enter" I winked.

So in the middle of May 1994 a Coach – Player relationship began. From then till mid-1995…Come rain, hail or shine…There we were on the courts…I taught her different techniques and tactics of basketball. She was a fast learner, not only being drafting in her school’s, but also the local neighbourhood’s Ladies basketball team within a year of training. I was recommended as the successor coach for the neighbourhood’s U-18s Ladies basketball team by her and my U-21s Men basketball team coach, when the coach then was retiring. There I was, a 19-year-old, both a 1^st year U-21s Men basketball player and 1^st year U-18s Ladies basketball coach. With that, I saw and trained her 2 times a week, first with the U-18s Ladies basketball team on Tuesdays nights and after the U-21s Men basketball team training on Thursdays nights. As time went on, we were strictly coach and player on the courts, but off the courts we were mucking around like close siblings.

It was on the night of November 19^th 1997, on the beach beneath the starry sky that got to know each other physically better. We had planned a quiet 1-day overnight camp and barbecue on an off-shore island beach with each other, in celebration for cringing a quadruple achievement a week ago - The 1997 Nationwide Basketball Trophy in both our age-division, Tournament’s MVP Shield for her, Winner’s medal for being the Ladies basketball team coach for me. We decided for the quiet getaway, after all that crazy neighbourhood celebrations, as to plan and reflect on our next steps in life, (For me, it was the compulsory Nation’s military commitments, and for her – An Overseas Masters in Multimedia studies.) and some beach activities.

We met at the void deck of her apartment about 10ish that morning, loaded all the necessary gears and bicycles into the jeep, prior to a 10-minutes drive towards the jetty and a ½-hour sea voyage. Upon arrival, we decided to do some trail cycling, before searching a suitable spot to set camp, and got on with usual beach activities. As it rained the previous night, the trail was rather muddy, with tons of pothole "mines" lurking in our path. After an hour plus of wild downhill sprints, tiring uphill climbs, mind-bending curves and victim to those countless "mines", we knew we had enough of an adrenaline rush for the day and proceed back towards the jeep, with our bodily clinging soaked jerseys and mud covered cycles in tow. As we stepped out from the dense forest vegetation shade and into the welcoming sunlight, I noticed Anne’s nipples were already perked from her dark Fox jersey’s top torso area. Despite she being small-breasted, she always wears bras, if not some kind of supportive wears. However with the well-soaked top clinging to her body, it didn’t prevent revealing everything about her frontal contours, and hidden nothing from sight. (Had a slight penile movement.) As we took a breather, we discussed our eventual camping destination.

It didn’t took us long to agree on whereabouts, cause in our minds we both knew it would be our rather secluded usual area, whenever we come to that beach, located at the western end of the island. After some distance, we finally arrived and set up tent and camp instantaneously. After all the necessary tasks were done, it was time for some Sun, Sand and the Sea excitement, so I got behind some bushes and her into the amenity located nearby, and changed into our beach apparel. It was the very first time I saw her in a 2-piece Nike tankini, other than the usual 1-piece swimming outfit. (Had a small erection then.) We proceed to air-dry our heavily perspired mud soaked clothes on the tent’s line, lined the tandem kayaks against the shore, and pedaled out towards open water. We could only spend about 1½ hours kayaking, and decided to pedal back towards shore, as the waves were choppy from all the ships travelling within that area. It didn’t damp our spirits much, though I felt some disappointment, despite her face not showing it.

So as we were approaching shore, I leaned over my lefts, which tilted the kayak of its axis and capsized, ejecting both of its occupants into the murky chest-deep depths. When we surfaced, she stared momentarily, before sucker-punched me in the arm, and soon laugher broke out between us. As it was rather impossible to mount the kayak under choppy conditions, and her being the weaker swimmer, it’s better that she got on the capsized kayak, and I pushed it back towards shore. With that, I lifted her feet out of the water, and after several attempts (Each time she fell back into the water, her varies genitals brushed against me) finally assisted her onto the inverted kayak, handed her the oars and started swimming for shore, pushing the kayak heading towards shore. Gosh, it was hard work trying to battle strong undercurrents, and pushing the kayak with her on top back to shore. However my mind wasn’t on the task at hand, but on the penile-enlarging view ahead. As she sat faced towards me with her legs opened to each side, I got a distinct bird-eye’s view of her lower torso and apprehend her spongy pussy lips silhouette from her damp translucent baby-blue tankini bottom. I glanced at her, and could see that she was blushing hard, was knew that was the only practical method of stabilisation, there was not much she could do about it, and tried to ignored that I was physically there. As for me, I was struggling hard not to look, but with a raging hard-on, both mind and eyes constantly zeroing on the "target", I had to switch my focus forcefully, back onto the imminent task. (It’s sure a good thing I was in the water at that time, as it hidden and smoothed my "salami" with its cold water.) After much effort, we both made it safely back on land, and rested a while, before I grabbed and dumped her into the water, thus started the chase along the beach, splashed water at each other and other usual beach antics. Then we both lay on the soft sandy beach totally exhausted, got a slight tan and dried off, before showering and preparing for dinner.

So there we were, sat down side by side on the stone breakwater, located outside our tent, chatting away with the setting sun beyond the horizon, while dining on charcoal-grilled food We talked about life, about friends, studies, basketball…etc. We both must be on that breakwater for several hours, enjoying the cool November sea breeze lying side by side under the starry sky, before a freak gale came, thus warning of a sudden change in weather. We got up reluctantly, started cleaning up promptly and managed to head for tent, before the light grizzles became into droplets, and droplets into heavy rain or what I always label as God’s "Full-Flush". Gosh…It was sure raining cats and dogs, cause we can really feel the force of each droplet of rain hitting the tent’s exterior. Back in the tent, we continued our abrupt conversation, played some cards and board games, before retiring late into the night. As we both lay down, trying to get some shuteye, Anne suddenly lay on her side and whispered somethings that really surprised me.

"What kind of girls do I liked?" "What criteria(s) I am looking for?"

"Do you like women with small, sufficient or capacious boobs?"

"Do you feel that I’m too tomboyish for guys to notice me?"

Before I could answered any, her next question and subsequent action that really caught me off-guard. "Remembered the first day we met? I like you then…And much more after all the time we shared!" "Do you fancy me?" She murmured in a sexy voice, gently resting her hand on my right thigh.

After pondering on all her questions carefully, I chose only to answer her last question: - "A bit, but more like a friend…And perhaps love you like a little si…"

She interrupted before I could finish my response, and said: - "Yeah. Right!" "Why should I believe you?" "Your lower body has obviously betrayed your mouth." As she replied as her hand stroked up and down my thigh gingerly, before resting them near my groin, pressurising my currently enraging erection to almost "rip" through my shorts.

"What violate?" "What lustful eyes?" "What "But…"

I already knew no matter I gonna say would be futile. Before I could think of a defensive reply, she continued: - "You actually "touched" me "there"…You know!"

"What?" I exclaimed. "It was purely accidental…I had to catch you, just to break your fall each time before you hit the water…Just that your "landing" angle was off each time, if you haven’t noticed!" I replied. "I’m sorry if I did violated you…But that thought never crossed my mind…Honestly." I continued.

But what I said didn’t registered in Anne’s mind at all, as her hands inched closer towards the "tent-pole" in my shorts. Like a cat, she suddenly sprung up, sat on my stomach, and with one hand pinned my hands against my chest and the other stroking "The One-eyed snake", and said: - "Do me…Now!" "It doesn’t matter whether you like me as a friend, a sister or what!" "I only just want you in me now…And you know you want that too!" "It’s only natural!" She moaned.

Though we knew what we gonna do is wrong, with all the values and morals we knew, gradually being locked far behind our minds. Despite temperatures decreasing with the cold wind howling outside, vice versa was said of the happenings within the tent. It was getting really fast and fiery inside. Fewer words and more action were indeed the way…And the Only way to go.

As I was the obviously stronger individual, I managed freed my hands, and placed them against her waist, as to cushioned her effortless "dismount" from my stomach. (Though she did put up some unavailing attempt to remain "rooted"). As I laid her on her side, I pashed her gently on her cheeks, and she immediately returned it, with a soft kiss on the lips. Kisses were exchanged to and fro, getting robust and hasty with each round, with hands roving in all directions yet aimlessly. After a 10+ round lips bout, I proceed to move my hands from her waist, up towards her breasts. Though they were indeed small in both sight and touch, nevertheless still felt like apricots, as I took them into each palm, and my fingers enclosed and caressing it. With each stroke seemingly releasing the built-up tension, for they seemed to have a life on their own, and slightly increased in volume before my eyes. Her nipples are swelling fast and hard, like small mung beans through her top. After much caressing, I reached behind, and after some attempts, managed to unclasp her bra cleanly. As the bra she worn was strapless and her tops still firmly on, it just fell out as I lifted her upright, and thrown her white "Hello Kitty" bras over her head, as I continued with my frontal assault, and slowly worked towards disrobing her top. Concurrently we both lifted our hands in sync, and assisted each other in taking our tops off. Hers felt more like ripping my shirt off. The moment as her top was removed, her hands instantly retreated and to cover her naked "peaks". Without much thought, I positioned my hands over hers, for I knew she was always rather conscious about her "twin headlights".

"They are not only very small, and slightly not proportionate." "I’m very scared you wouldn’t like what you see." She said softly

"It’s okay" "They might be small and disproportionate, but still I’m able to be felt something just now." "Though sight is vital…To me personally, feel is more important." I answered; thus hoping it would assure her in certain ways.

Slowly but surely, she loosened her grip and freed them from exhibition. With her top and bras off, I said as I admired those breasts: - "Though her breast indeed was marginally disproportionate, however appeared balanced when viewed from afar." With that, I too confirmed what I felt moments ago. Her freed breast indeed appeared to have slightly increased in mass, and with blood rushing towards them, giving them a sexy light-pinkish tone, which felt more like peaches, and her nipples a lovely rosy colour, that looked and felt more like capers as they became fully erected

So she happily asked: - "So you liked what you see?"

"What do you think?" I replied teasingly, as my hands began zooming in for more frontal assaults.

She gave me a gentle slap on the cheeks, and said: - How dare you make fun of me?" She tried to turn away, but I gently push and pinned her down on her back, before she could make her move. After a while of frontage hand assault, I proceed on with my battle plan, situating my mouth over her breasts, giving each equal treatment as I gently felt and lined them with kisses. Her caper-liked nipples were standing proudly from her breasts, and with each time I journeyed over them, I felt and licked them with my tongue. She would hunched and lifted her back slightly off the tent’s base, and moaned softly each time I licked and savoured her now highly responsive nipples. She halted the frontal assault as her sensitive nipples were getting overly ticklish to touch. I kissed her on her forehead in acknowledgment to her request, and advanced downwards towards uncharted "bushlands".

As I slowly descended, paving the route with kisses and inching my way steadily towards my newly acquired target. After placing some tender smooches on her firm cute tummy, I gently turned and laid her faced down as I moved on towards her back. I gave her a short shoulder and back massage, as kisses surfed her back, from the top all along the way till the end of her spine, which was hidden by the her shorts top elastic band. After ensuring she felt all relaxed, and her back’s tension fully relieved, I proceed in lifting her front lower torso slightly off the ground, as I placed my fingers on the elastics, and removed her shorts languidly over her smooth perky rear, down to her ankles, and then taking them off entirely. I was truly mesmerised by sight of her 2 firm rear cheeks, perking from her matching white "Hello Kitty" boy-leg undies. That was the first time I saw them partial nude and placed my hand over on each side, and felt her baby-like smooth hairless surface.

"Gosh!" I exclaimed. "Never knew you had a prefect 10 bum!" "You must had taken very good care of them." I added as I proceed massaging them.

"Of course!" She happily replied. "All that in-line skating and basketball kept them well-toned." "Moreover I ensure that it’s well moisturised before bed each night." She said with pride. "I did all that, cause I want you to enjoy them!" She continued.

"Thanks…I will appreciate them as requested!" I winked as I replied her.

After feeling and massaging her rear cheeks for some time, I placed my nose on them unconsciously sniffed them. It was the unmistakable scent of "Johnson’s Baby products" that filled my nostril. As I shifted slowly downwards, another odour that I couldn’t identify at all invaded. An emanation that truly unusual and unique in its own rights, and dilating intensively as I inched closer towards her "secret garden". (It was also then that I came to know that very woman has uniquely different scent below, as I had sex once before [Chelsea Story]) It was then that I realised that she had gradually parted her legs, as I traced her bum’s scent downwards, thus deliberately releasing that mysterious fragrance. It was also then that I noted a constant accelerating damp spot, concentrated in the middle of her panties, previously sandwiched between her legs, and now stuck there utterly touching bare skin. As I embarked on an intriguing trip down south, I recognised some clear secretion leaking out from that fully soaked spot, and she shivered slightly as I gently brushed my index finger, moistened its tip against the cloth, before placing in my mouth for a taste. Only 1 word could describe the taste then – Sweet! I realised that the more I brushed my fingers against it, the more secretion came forth. And before long, I was tugging at the middle of her panties, with her twisting and turning franticly with each lick of my tongue. After a while, she reached my hands, placed them at the top of the undies elastic band, and motioned for me to take them off. Like with her shorts, I lifted her gently off the ground, fashioned her undies gingerly over her smooth perky rear, down to her ankles, and then stripping off entirely. Now with her rear was fully naked in front of me, I can fully and truly cherish what God had bestowed upon her.

She then turned her head to the side and said: - "There’s more "goodies" in front." " Why don’t you rotate me round and discover for yourself?" She added.

"Your wish is my command!" I answered, turning her round on her back once more.

We were lying face to face once again, and we kissed before she pulled and helped me out of both my shorts and boxers inside. Finally, like an escaping prisoner tasting freedom, my long-aching erection sprung from its "jail" and stood proudly, nearly hitting Anne in the face in the process. After the shocking initial entry of my penis worn off and the last piece of clothing fell on the ground, we both laid naked on our sides, facing each other.

She then whispered in my ear: - "I wan you to lay back and relax…Cause it’s time to return the favour!" She smiled sheepishly as she moved and wrapped her hands around my fully erected 5¾ ins. dick, and proceed with gently stroking its whole length, from tip to my "groomed" base and with each stroke gradually tightening and increased her speed as she got acquainted comfortably with it. Even as her hands grew tried, she never stopped stroking, only loosened her grip and slowed down, until she regained strength to continue. She kept doing this for a while, but avoided any sudden hand movements and keeping her hands stilled there, as I approached the edge of eruption. She would only continued when she felt that it had subsided and safe to go on. She apparently had some kind of experience, as she brought me close to "eruption" several times.

I questioned: - "How did you know that I was about to come?"

Her reply was simply: - "I just know!"

"You just know?" I exclaimed.

She wanted to proceed with some oral work, but I stopped her halfway, as I explained to her that personally I’m not really a fan of "blow-jobs". She just laughed and said: - "Why?" "You scared I bite your penis off…Is it?"

"Nope!" "Just don’t like it…That’s all." I replied.

"Okay!" "Save me the effort too!" She smiled.

"By the way, why your pubic hairs so short?" She asked

"Just easy to maintain…I guess!" I replied.

So she returned to her previous penile handiwork, but not as in-depth as before, but sufficient enough to keep it erected. As she did hers, I began slipping my hands down towards her "bushlands". It was moist, perhaps from the previous activity I thought, and glanced down to confirm my thoughts. Her pubis was rather captivating, with hair growth upwards directed and equilateral triangle-shaped. There were tell-tale signs that she, like me "mow the lawn" too. So I asked her: - "So why your are pubic hairs so short then?"

"Well…To keep them soft firstly, and secondly it makes the whole "package" below looks more appealing." She answered.

"Don’t you like it?" She continued.

"Hmmm…!" I replied as my fingers gently work their way towards them.

So we continued laying face to face, playing with each other pubis and genitals for a quite, before she stopped momentary, removed her hands from my penis, and used it to motion my hands towards her innermost region, before returning to their original location. As my hands inched towards her vagina, pass her pubis, I felt warmth and moisture, gradually increasing with each depths into her "secret garden". Soon I found my hand in-between her legs, and I knew that I had arrived at the "spot".

"Gosh…It’s sure warm and moist down there." I thought quietly.

"And since I’m here…Might as well get started." I smirked.

I placed my palm against her vagina, and started stroking her vaginal outer lips with my index and middle fingers. There was some stray pubic hairs growth, other than that, it feels puffy and moist. I began exploring more with my fingers; firstly gently feel the skin, before gently parted those tightly clasped lips slightly. As I did that, whatever that was building inside, began to seep slowly out through the small opening, rapidly dampening my fingers with her sticky, now familiar smelling secretions. As I parted those lips more, more came out. As there it was, her vaginal inner lips…Smooth hairless skin, perfectly formed and equally shaped, which protruded slightly out her outer lips. They were well saturated with the clear sticky secretions, which made slight entry for my fingers effortless, as I decided that was as far as I would allow myself to go. Suddenly without any warning, as I moving upward back towards her pubis, her hand immediately tightly gripped onto my penis, as she "clamped" her legs shut, trapping my hand in the process.

She say something which I barely made out: - "Oooo…Ahh…!" " Don’t touch there…Very ticklish!"

I replied: - "Ouch!" "What…Where?" But knew my hand had to remain motionless for a while, before she gradually released her hand and leg "vice".

As I was deeply curious about what has happened just now…So I lay her on her back, and repeated my previous questions, as she regarded her breath. She only said: - Don’t touch me there...It’s highly sensitive!"

With me her on her back legs bent at the knees, slightly placed apart, and me sitting upright between them, I proceed down her "secret garden" with caution, to see what had actually occurred. I looked and felt my way towards her vaginal region, returning to the spots I previously felt. For the first time, I saw her outer and inner vaginal lips; it was actually as what I pictured in my mind as I felt them. As I parted her dark pinkish inner vagina lips, I discovered a pinhead-like object, projecting far out from the top of those lips (Which later I know was her clitoris!). I approach the alien-looking object carefully, and gently inched towards it with my fingers.

"It sure looks out of place!" I thought to myself.

And as I brushed against and barely touching it, her leg suddenly "clamped" shut, inter-locked and straightened, and like before, my hand was stuck between them.

She looked at me rather pissed and screamed: - "I told you not to touch it…Why don’t you listen?"

"Sorry!" I replied.

"Serve you right!" She answered teasingly.

Like before, it took a while before my hands were released. But this time I make sure that I stay clear of that "forbidden" area, as I continued with vaginal duties. After some time of "probing", I leaned forward, wanting to taste more of the secretion that constantly seeped for her vagina. But before I could do that, her legs closed gently and said: - "I too don’t like the idea of "lip-service" down there!"

"Guess we are quits then!" I replied.

Laughter filled the tent for a while, as we allowed the ironic moment to sink in. now at least we both knew we had somethings in common. Like "mowing our lawn" and our dislike for "lip-service". So with her still on her back, and me now lying by her side, we continued playing with each other genitals. My penis was getting hard again from her "handiwork" and pulsing, eager to released its load, and her vagina getting accentuating moisten and its heat elevating. We both knew it’s now or never. There’s no turning back now. We both knew deep inside that we want it badly. So I asked: - "Are you ready?"

"It could hurt for a while, especially doing this for the very first time." I continued, knowing the fact that she was still a virgin.

She never replied, but I knew from her firm head’s up-down motion, that she had signaled her physical readiness and mental preparations to be penetrated. So I got on top of her as she parted her legs, just wide enough to allow my lower torso to be perfectly positioned in the middle of her vagina. With my hands supporting my weight, I slowly lowered myself down towards, till I rested comfortably on her naked body. I proceed with one hand lifting my upper torso slightly, and the other reaching down, and positioning my penis and the locating the correct orifice for penetration. I located the spot after some time of fiddling, and was about to thrust forward in, when she quietly signaled that it was her anus that I found, not her genuine vaginal track as thought. So she removed one of her hands, which was tightly clasped together as I was able to enter her then, and positioned my penis towards her proper "opening" and held it just outside there. I knew it would be the "one" as I felt the pulsating heat and moisture on my penile head, as it escaped from her vagina. With her hand guidance, I slowly probed downwards, gradually feeling my way around, till I was met with more warmth and moisture. Her hand left my penis the moment it found and entered slightly into the "opening", and returned to clasp the other hand, placed round my neck. With confidence building, I proceed on lowering my lower torso more towards her, allowing my penis to penetrate her more deeply. She tightened her grip as I slowly worked my penis deeper into her vagina. Only to loosen each time I withdraw slightly. As I worked my penis halfway into her vagina, I met with some considerable resistance, and I knew that from her facial expression that it was undoubtedly causing hurt. I immediately withdrew slightly, and asked: - "Is it very painful?"

"Yap…But I think I can handle it for the time being." "Just continued inching your way in" She replied.

Before I proceed with her request, I reminded her that if it was still painful, that we stop instantly. She agreed and proceed biting her lower lip, while I slowly inched my way back into her vagina. Soon I’m returned to the resistant position, and was reluctant to penetrate further, as discomfort was clearly on her face. But she motioned with her head, that I should go ahead, and overcome the "barrier" once and for all. She parted her leg slightly more to each side, in preparations for the sexual "obstacles" ahead. With her hands tightly gripping behind my neck, it was her obvious sign for me to go ahead and thrust forwards. With both my hands, cradling the spot beneath her shoulder blades, and just beside her breasts, I lifted my lower torso off her slightly, and pierced my penis deeply into her vagina, with all the force I could muster. She screamed delicately, as her nails clawed into my shoulders, moment my penis went spearing deep into her crevasses. There was a gentle "Pop" sound, and before I fully fathomed what had transpired, I was deeply rooted in her. As I laid, with my penis fully penetrated into her vagina, I stopped thrusting, just to see how she was coping, and to ensure she was all right. I saw a tear, fleeing from the corner of her eyes, as I glanced upon her face.

"Are you feeling all right?" "Sorry for causing so much suffering!" I said

"Ouch…Your thrust almost torn me apart." She replied painfully.

"It’s okay now…Gotten less painful now!" "Let’s continue!" She added.

"Are you sure?" I asked

A firm "Yes" was her answer. With that, I slowly moved my lower torso upwards to withdraw my penis slightly, and just to ensure that she was truly able to proceed on. As I withdrew my penis, I noticed specs of blood spattered over its length, and some blood was about to seep out her vagina, thus confirming her hymen must had be broken when I deeply thrusted into her. After ensuring she was good to continue, I proceed slithering my penis, back into her "black box", and began moving my hips in an up-and-down motion.

"Could you speed up the movements slightly?" She requested.

As I sped up my thrusting motion, she slightly hunched her back, causing her hips to elevate marginally off the ground, and lifted her legs into the air, and spread them far apart possible to the side, as to facilitate deeper and faster thrusting. She changed her leg positions, as I continuing thrust my penis into her. Sometimes placing them over my shoulders, at times bent at the knees, feet apart slightly and sometimes tightly closed together. With each thrust, it became less painful and more enjoyable for both of us.

After 10 minutes of me thrusting and withdrawing my penis, I felt rather exhausted and wanted a short break. She motioned for me to rotate her round, so she would be on top of me, after absorbing my weight, and my relentless vaginal assault. With my penis still firmly "locked" in her, I began turning over, so she would be on top for once. Once she was on top faced towards me, she began her method of vaginal attack, by lifting her bottom slightly off, before plunging back down again in a rocking motion, as I was caressing her breast at the same time. After some time in that position, she suddenly turned around with her back towards me, and began doing the same action. She then grabbed my hands, and placed them against her firm butt to assist movements. She remained back and forth for a while, before deciding we should changed positions.

I placed her face down, with a small pillow under her stomach; to lift her hips off the ground, as I gently entered from behind. But we never stayed in that position for long, caused it felt too animalistic for our liking.

After trying some other positions, we decided that we should end the session soon, as we should get some sleeps, for we need to break camp early tomorrow morning, and returned home. I laid her down, back on the ground once more, positioned myself between her legs, located the warm entrance, and slowly ploughed my way in. As I sped up and deepened my thrusting, I feel Anne’s vaginal pulsed rapidly, with it becoming incredibly wetter with our in sync thrusting motion. I knew she would climax soon, from her facial expressions, irregular breathing patterns and soft moaning. I concentrated all my senses towards my penis, as it moved rapidly in-and-out of her vagina. Before long, I felt some pressure built-up from the penile base, and was rapidly ascending towards the penile head, I knew I would ejaculate soon. But as the "eruption" was compounding, I decided that I better not impregnate Anne, and wanted to withdraw just before I come. But she had other ideas on her mind. As she felt my penis was beginning to pulse more rapidly via her vaginal walls, she knew I was about to blow and her, about to orgasm soon. She placed and interlocked her legs over my waist, and drew me closer as she tightened them.

As our pubis touched, those were the last words I registered in my mind, as I finally "erupted", ejaculating forcefully, with each pulse depositing generous amount semen deep in her vagina. While she screamed a long "Ahhh…" her orgasmic fluids gushed out her pulsating vagina with each contraction, and rapidly absorbing spermatic fluids deep into her uterus, where an egg had long been awaiting fertilization. We just rested in that posture for a while, before withdrew my spent penis out of her, cleaned ourselves up, wiping our genitals clean of "evidence", before falling asleep in each other’s arms, naked body, clothing and all.

As we laid asleep soundly, both dead tired from all the activities, excess semen mixed with drops of blood leaked slowly out of Anne’s resting vagina. An unforgettable sight next morning, reminding both Anne and I, of our virginal, passionate rendezvous that cold November night of 1997.

It is on
again, this Friday I will be tortured and fucked by strangers, as well as my
Master.
My nipples
stand up and my body shivers with the anticipation. There are rules that I have
signed that bind me to a regime to prepare for the night.
·          I am not permitted to masturbate or
orgasm from now.

·          If I have sex, it must be vanilla and
rule 1 must be obeyed.

·          I must place bands on my nipples each
night, removing them only to shower, where I am to twirl and stimulate my
nipples before re-banding them.

·          During the day I am to tweak and
stimulate my nipples approx every 2 hours. There is to be a period of 2 hours
per day where they are free from banding, but they must be clamped at this
time.

·          I must insert my medium butt plug
immediately upon arriving home after work and remove it in the mornings prior
to showering.

·          I must shave and moisturize my body
each day.
The routine
begins immediately. I shower, shave and band my nipples tightly. They are well
used to banding, but the sensation still curses through me as I tuck them
tightly under my bra. I moisturize my body after the shower; my skin is smooth
and shiny as I slip into my uniform for work.Â

The day
drags. My nipples ache inside my bra and each time I tweak them my pussy reacts
with tingles of joy.
Arriving
home I quickly dart inside and remove my clothes. The butt-plug slips up inside
with a little persuasion and I wriggle my bum to accommodate it. Replacing my
underpants and track pants my evening routine must stay the same. I walk with
my Neighbor for an hour, ignoring her quizzical looks every so often when I
suddenly begin to walk awkwardly, until I am used to walking at a brisk pace
with the plug inside me. At home I am naked, dreaming of the night to come,
first with my Master using me, then passing me over to strangers and obediently
doing as he tells me. I know I will be fucked hard over and over, I know I will
suck cock many times, I know my arse will be fucked. I may be bound and gagged;
they may whip me or stretch me out. It may be indoors or outside, I just don’t
know what to expect.

Friday
arrives and the day drags. I am fidgety at work, up and down from my desk,
tweaking my nipples over and over, hardly able to concentrate on my work at
all. Finally the time to leave is here and I make my way to my car.
‘Hey Jenny,
what’s the hurry?’ I stop and look around to see Bob, the Company Boss walking
behind me.
‘Oh nothing
really, just got a dinner date tonight that’s all.’
‘Oh I see…
actually I was hoping that we might get together for a drink sometime. You know
that I think that you are very promising Jenny, you could be a great asset to
the company.’

My stomach
was churning, his eyes were glued to my breasts, my nipples poked out, fully
engorged under the tight bands and I knew that he was coming onto me for one
reason only. He leaned close to me, resting his hand on the roof of my car
effectively trapping me.
‘Umm, Oh
thanks Bob, that’s lovely, perhaps another night.’
He kept
staring at me, his eyes leering and the sly grin on his face shifting to a not
so happy expression at my rebuttal.
‘I’ll keep
you to it Jenny. Oh, and enjoy your date. Someone special?’
‘Yes he is,
thanks Bob I will.’Â

He moves
away and I finally get to my car and get out of there, arriving home with less
than an hour to spare before I meet Master at the Motel.

I shower,
shave and moisturize, removing the bands from my tender nipples. They swell
immediately and stand up stiffly as I tweak them to Masters liking. I replace
the tight bands with my special ones that provide just the right amount of
pressure to keep my nipples at attention for the night. Reaching into the
drawer where my sex toys are kept I take out the vibrating egg and insert it
deep into my vagina. The slow deep buzz tells me that the battery is strong and
the egg is on. Next is the butt plug, lubed up and sliding into place it too is
specially designed to wear out for the evening. Once it is in place I step into
my tight leather thong and clip the strap of the plug into place. The egg
buzzes deep inside as I spli the remote control into my purse.
My bra is
sheer and low cut so that my nipples are readily available and always visible
to Master should he wish to inspect them. Tonight I am wearing a button through
blouse to enable easy access. It too is made of reasonable sheer material
ensuring that I stand out in the crowd.
My skirt is
black and seemingly unassuming. The back section appears to be doubled as if
wraparound in style but this is in fact an opening where a hand, fingers or
even a cock could enter without disturbance to my clothing.
Thigh high
black stockings and my favorite heels complete the outfit.
Hair and make
up are styled to be natural looking. Master does not approve of too much make
up, and my hair will be disturbed so I need to be able to style it quickly and
easily so as to continue to serve.Â

7.30 and I
am ready. I make my way to my car, trying to remain calm and hold my excitement
inside. The egg moves inside me and bumps against the plug. The breeze sneaks
inside the skirt at the back and my whole body shivers with expectation.
The drive
was uneventful and I am early. I wait until 8 exactly before knocking.
He opens
the door and smiles at me. We embrace and kiss tenderlyÂ

Master
steps away and inspects me, I turn on his signal, bend over and lift my skirt
so he can finger my pussy and feel the buzzing egg. He touches the plug and
presses it deep inside me as I groan. He pulls me up and turns me around.
Brushing his finger across my nipples he smiles as the hard buds react to his
touch and I close my eyes. His hand moves lower, under my skirt and brushing
the front of my thong as I bite my lip and move my legs apart for him. His
finger slips easily under the thong and slides into my juices. He pulls me
close and presses on my clit. I moan loudly as he gently strokes me, slowly
circling my sex bud while holding me close from behind. His arm slides down to
my bum and presses me harder against his touch. I am ready to explode, I know
that this is in preparation for the night to come but I want to orgasm into his
hand right now.
He slides
his finger away from my Clit and leans into my ear..
‘You are a
real slut aren’t you’?

‘Yes
Master.’
‘You are
going fuck strangers tonight?’
‘Yes
Master.’
‘You are
not going to refuse me.’
‘No
Master.’
‘You will
feel pain Slut.’
‘Yes
Master.’
‘But this
will please me, so you will be glad to take it for me.’
‘Yes
Master.’
‘Good, now
suck me.’
His cock
was hard and ready for me. I knelt down and took it in my mouth, sliding the
thick shaft deep into my throat and removing it again. Up and down I moved on
his cock while he stood over me until he took a clump of my hair and held it
tight. That was my signal to stop moving and hold still while he fucked my
mouth. Master drove his cock deep into my mouth, exploding his cum thick and
deep inside me. Shuddering to finish he withdrew and helped me to my feet.
‘Lets go,
give me the remote please.’
‘Oh yes
Master.’ I hand him the device and we leave the Motel room. Â

Tonight
Master has decided that we will go to the clubs and bars close by to try our
luck. First we go into a trendy bar. The place is half full with men and women
in business suits, obviously relaxing after the week at work. It doesn’t take
long for Master to strike up a conversation with a group of 3 guys while I
remain dutifully at his side. I know I am getting glances from the men, my
nipples are extremely prominent and I am dressed more provocatively than any
other woman in the room.
Master has
maneuvered me into position so that all the guys have great views of my
nipples, and with one arm leaning back on the table so that my blouse is pulled
tight, the sight is having the desired effect on them all.
The ramps
up the vibrations of the egg and my nipples spring more to attention
immediately.
We drink
with the men for a few minutes, one of them goes to the bar for drinks while
one goes to the men’s-room, so master moves in on the one who is left behind.
‘Hey, see
my Lady here, she is feeling very horny and needs a quick fuck. You
interested?’
The guy’s
eyes nearly pop out of his head, and before he can say anything, I move close.
Taking his free hand, I slip it behind me and inside the flap of my skirt. He
can feel my naked arse cheeks, and with some more exploring he finds the thin
strip of the thong that I am wearing. I press into him in a hugging position as
his hand moves between my legs, it is hot and damp and he is hooked.
We move
quickly to the car.

Master has
ordered me to suck his cock while we drive to the motel and I obey. The guy is
panting and still shocked when we arrive a few minutes later, his hands
exploring my hard nipples frantically during the journey.
Inside the
room he removes his pants in a flurry and moves near me on the bed. His hands
frantically undo my blouse and push my bra upwards, dragging across my tender
nipples. Master is standing beside the bed and suggests that I remove my skirt
as well. I stand and remove my clothes, Master then orders me to suck the guy
again, while he removes the plug and vibrating egg, suggesting to the guy that
he might like to watch the action.
I bend at
the waist and take his cock in my mouth, slowly sucking on it while Master
removed my thong and unclipped the plug. His fingers are exploring my pussy,
two then three pushing deep inside me to remove the egg. Each thrust pushes me
deeper onto the cock that I am sucking and bringing me closer to climax. The
egg out, Master continues to finger me, thrusting in and out of my pussy as I
grunt and groan in the lap of our stunned guest. His cock is almost ready to
blow so Master orders me to remain in position while our guest fucks me.
Moving
behind me he pushed his raging hard on deep inside me pussy. Master is tweaking
my nipples as the guy pumps his cock in and out, bumping and grinding against
the butt plug with each stroke. Soon he lets his load loose inside me and is
finished.Â

‘Good.
Slut, clean up and get ready to go again.’
‘Yes
Master.’
I want some
release but it is not coming, so I wash myself up, tidy my hair and we return
to the bar.
The Guy
tells his mates his wild tale and they are all smiling and looking in my
direction. Master nods to them so the whole process is repeated again. This
time the two of them go at me together. One in my mouth while the other fucked
my pussy, then they swapped over and I went again.
Still no
release for me and I knew that these were just a warm up for the night to come.
By the time
we left the bar I had fucked 6 guys. All the same doggy style sex with the butt
plug remaining inside my arse and bands on my nipples.
Master
returns the egg inside my pussy and turns it on. The buzzing sensation deep
inside is sending me wild.
We moved down
to a club where the Clientele would be rich, relaxed and horny. A very
white-collar club filled with Corporate Managers and ambitious Men with no time
for relationships but plenty of time for kinky sex.
I had
already sucked and fucked 6 guys, my pussy was swollen and tingling with
anticipation as we entered the room.
The first
guy from here was a 40 something Manager in Finance. It didn't take long
cahtting to him to find out that his fetish was light bondage and Master was
only too willing to oblige. In the car he fingered my pussy and played with the
butt plug while I removed my bra and he sucked my nipples hard.

Back in the
room Master had already prepared the shackles on the bed so I was quickly
cuffed by my wrists and ankles spread-eagled.
He worked
on my nipples with his mouth while continuing to finger my pussy, carefully
avoiding my clit. I was wet and ready for him, the cum of 6 men still inside me
from earlier in the night. The egg still inside, he asked Master to leave it
and he would remove it soon.
Turning
around to the 69 position, he rammed his cock deep inside my mouth while
pounding my pussy with his fingers hard. He asked Master to turn the egg up,
sending me wild, groaning, straining and sucking his cock hard.

Finally he
put his mouth onto my pussy and licked it hard. I arched my back, his cock deep
in my mouth I was ready to explode as he flicked my clit with his tongue.
He was
fucking my mouth hard, moving his fingers from my pussy to my arse, his mouth
from my clit to my pussy when the orgasm hit me. Straining hard I groaned and
growled, stretching the bindings tightly on the bed.

He flicked
the egg out of my pussy while he moved quickly to untie my legs and pull out
the plug. Master moved in close as the man knelt between my legs and pushed his
cock into my pussy. It was wet and hot in there and my orgasm took up again.
Master had his cock out for me to suck on; he pushed my head over and plunged
it in, fucking me hard like the guy from the club.
I was
buzzing with orgasm, mouth full with Masters cock and a stranger pounding my
pussy hard. My nipples were on fire; Master pinched them hard, pulling them up
high, stretching the swollen buds out even further. They guy slowed his
fucking; reaching under my arse he pushes my legs up higher, catching my ankles
and bending them over my head.
Master
pulled out of my mouth, clipping my ankles to the head of the bed while the
stranger lubed up my arse.
Before I
could think he was deep inside my arse. I screamed out as he plunged inside me
hard. Masters hand found my mouth and muffled my screams as the stranger fucked
my arse with all his might. He was sweating, panting hard as he pumped into me.
His balls smacking against my body until he stiffened, shuddered and thrust his
load into me hard.
The guy was
leaning on me, exhausted. I was limp, restrained to the bed with my legs over
my head, my pussy and arse now filled with the cum of 7 men.

The guy
gathered himself up, moved away from me and gestured to Master to come over to
the other side of the room. I couldn’t hear what they were saying; I lay there
waiting for Master to release me. I could hear them talking, it was quite
animated, but couldn’t make out the conversation at all. The guy who had just
fucked me was getting dressed; Master was standing with him, both with their
backs to me while they talked. Master turned and walked towards me, the Guy
followed behind him.

'Sub, you
have to listen to me.’
‘Yes
Master.’
‘This Man
is a Police Officer. He is working undercover and we have been caught by him
soliciting for sex, this is an offence that carries prison time with it even
though we didn’t ask for money.
 He is going to let us go without charging us
but there are some conditions.
“Oh my god
Master, what’s going to happen to us?’
I am straining
to move in the restraints. I want to get out of there.
‘I have
agreed to a couple of conditions that will mean that we won’t be charged, but
it involves you as well.’
‘Yes
Master.’
‘Will you
go along with my agreement Sub?’
‘Yes
Master. Of course I will.’
‘Good. I
have agreed that this Man can fuck you at any time, anywhere and in any way
that he wishes. Also, tonight you are going to entertain a few of his
colleagues, so you will remain in bondage while they fuck you.’
‘Oh no
Master. I don’t want to do that, I want to go home.’
I begin to
sob loudly, pulling and struggling against the restraints holding me in place.Â

The strap
hit me without warning. My bum exploded with pain as the belt rained down on
me. I looked between my legs to see the Man thrashing me with his belt over and
over.
‘OK, OK
I’ll do it, please stop, I’ll do it.’
“Good.’ He
smiled at me, ‘I knew you would see sense soon enough, now tie her back spread
out so the boys can have their fun.’
He moved
over close to my head.
'You’re one
fine fuck Lady, I’m going to enjoy seeing you again. I have your name, address,
phone numbers, I know where you work and soon I'll know every move you make so
it wont do you any good to try to get away from me, and report me Lady and
you're in jail with all the other whores that I get off the streets.’Â

Three men
came into the room followed by the Policeman who had just used me and was now
blackmailing me.
‘Here she
is guys, go your hardest. Straight fucks though, the kinky stuff is for me.’’

They moved
close to me looked me up and down. One by they stripped and climbed between my
legs to fuck me. My legs and arms strained as I was tightly tied to the bed,
bending unnaturally back in the cuffs as they pulled my arse up and rammed
their cocks into my pussy. All of them were hard and ready to go so the fuck
was reasonably quick from the three of them. Each emptied his load into me and
moved away, chatting and laughing to each other, comparing notes about my pussy
and tits as their mate rammed into me. From my side it was pure fucking, no
noise, no emotion, just do the act and finish. I lay on the bed with my head
turned to the side, looking at Master the whole time. He watched with a sly
grin on his face, enjoying the show.
This had
gone too far for me, this was rape and I hated it. Earlier when we were doing
our own thing it felt different to me, I trusted Master and felt safe, now I do
not trust the Cop, and do not feel safe at all.
The Cop
moved close to my head, reaching over he grabbed my left nipple and crushed it
between his thumb and finger. I screamed and arched my back high to relieve the
pain but he pulled it higher and higher.

The pain
was excruciating, my whole body weight was being held up in the hands of this
monster. I gritted my teeth and look into his eyes. He twisted the nipple and pinched it hard, staring back at me with hateful dark eyes.
My body hit
the mattress with a thud when he released my nipple and let me go.
I was
shaking with terror and pain, watching his every move as he walked away from
the bed. He ushered the 2 men outside of the room, they spoke for a few minutes
and he returned.
‘Ok, you
two can continue your activities for tonight without fear of arrest, but I will
make contact with you whore, so be prepared.’
‘Master..’
I sobbed.
‘Hush Sub,
it is over for now, just you and I again so remember your place.’
‘Yes
Master.’
He released
the shackles from my arms and legs.
‘Stand and
present.’
I can’t
believe what I am hearing, but stand, naked, and face Master. He reaches and
tweaks both nipples hard. I wince and gasp as they are both tender and the left
one is very painful.
‘Turn
around, bend over.’
I obeyed
him again, turning and placing my hands on the bed. Master inserts the butt
plug again as the tears stream down my face. I am praying that the night is
over and there will be no more.
‘Ok Sub,
enough for tonight, we will stay here and return home in the morning.’
‘Yes
Master.’ I smile. Its over and I am safe again.
‘Arms’.

He cuffs my
right wrist and moves me to the bed. Laying me on my right side, I am cuffed to
the pole at the foot of the bed by my arm and the head of the bed by my right
ankle. My left wrist and ankle are then cuffed together behind my back.
Master
moves around and climbs on the bed. He runs his hands up and down my body,
caressing my pussy and stomach up to my breasts where he gently massages them
and tenderly twirls my nipples. I am aroused again; the smell of sex oozes from
me as he works his fingers back down to my pussy and opens the lips with his
fingers.
My head
lolls back with anticipation, my clit is stiffening to the cool air and my
pussy is ready to explode. His massaging touch enters my hole gently, 2 fingers
slowly slide deep inside then out, in again, curling upwards and sliding out
again, in again, deeper still and out. Another finger stretches the opening, sliding
inside with ease along my well-fucked passage, in and out, in deeper and out,
harder and deeper in and slowly out before crushingly deep and out again.
My eyes are
closed tight; the sensation is glorious, releasing all the humiliation of the
evening from my body. His other arm is stroking my belly, reaching to pull my
pussy lips upwards and stretch them open for the four fingers to enter me. My
clit is there and as he brushes it I gasp. It is hard and wanting to electrify
me, he begins the slow massage with his finger as the four fingers stretch me
wide and plunge hard inside me. His finger dampens and the pace quickens on my
clit as I struggle to stay still and composed. Four fingers deep inside,
pressing against the wall of my bowel, filled with the black rubber plug. My
clit is huge and the massage has become a rub, the speed has become faster and
my breathing is frantic.
I don’t
want it to stop, I want this to go on forever, I want to cum so badly and it is
almost there.
He pulls
his finger away from my clit and removes his other fingers from my pussy. I
whimper with despair only to see him moving into position to fuck me.
Reaching
under my back he unclips the cuff on my arm and pushes my leg out wide, sliding
in and plunging his cock deep inside me. The butt plug bangs against him as he
fucks me hard and passionately. Deep inside he rams his cock, grunting and
panting on me, my right arm and leg trapped in the restraints, at his mercy.
His back
arches and he growls loudly as his jizz shoots into me. He is sweating, out of
breath and shuddering as he finishes his orgasm, denying me again and becoming
my 11^th fuck for the night.
We lay
there motionless. Both exhausted, I am restrained and unsatisfied, Master is
relieved and fully satisfied.
He clips my
left arm and leg together behind my back again, rolling me onto my side as he
lies down beside me.
I now
realize the reason for the positioning.
Master
moves close to me, pulling my head forward and placing his cock inside my
mouth. I begin to lick it clean but he stops me.

‘Leave this
in there for the night Sub. I want you sucking on it when I wake up. I don’t
care if you don’t get any sleep and if I wish to finger you again I will, but
you will not gain an orgasm until morning.’
I cant
believe it, I have to lay there all night with his cock in my mouth, my head
against his crotch, arm and leg twisted up my back and still my clit is swollen
and in need of orgasm.
I try to
get comfortable, Master is quickly asleep, his head against my pubic bone, his
breath blowing between my legs.
The night
is long and uncomfortable, Master rolled away from me on two occasions allowing
me some sleep until he rolled back, bumping into my body, waking and returning
his cock to my mouth. He brushed his hand over my vagina a couple of times but
there was no serious fingering for the night.

The morning
sun streamed in the window as the cock in my mouth began to stir. I massaged it
with my tongue, teasing the head and shaft, as it grew stiffer and stiffer.
Soon it was hard and I began to gently suckle on it. Moving my head gently and
slowly so that my mouth slid along his sex, tenderly caressing the shaft,
sucking on the head and pushing it deep into my throat again.
Master
began to stir, his breathing changed and his hips began to move gently.
Suddenly
there was a hand on my head, pushing it hard against his crotch as he moaned
and arched his back. His cock was deep in my throat before he released me,
pumping it deep again and exploding his cum into my mouth. As this happened, I
felt many fingers plunged inito my pussy and my clit was crushed. My legs
pushed wide open for his hands as I sucked and drank from his cock. My pussy
responded and orgasm flowed through my body like a huge explosion. I bucked my
hips and squealed around his cock as the sensations cursed through me.
‘Ohhhh
godddddd……’
It felt
like the orgasm lasted minutes when it was only seconds and we both lay panting
in our positions. His limp cock was hanging in my mouth and my wet pussy
against his face.Â

Master
moved first, pulling out of my mouth and sitting up on the bed, releasing my
arm and leg and massaging them while I moved onto my back. He leaned down and
kissed me, smiling into my eyes with pleasure as he unclipped my arm and leg
from the bed frame.
The
recovery time was fairly quick for us, I showered and dressed, leaving the plug
in place as instructed by Master, then he showered while I prepared his coffee.
It was at this time when the phone rang.Â

‘Can you
get that please Sub.’
‘Yes
Master……..Hello.’
“Hello
whore, who said you could answer the phone.’
‘Ummm,
errrr.’ I was stunned, it was the Cop.
‘Don’t
speak whore, be ready in five minutes.
‘Errrr…’ I
couldn’t speak; fear took over my body, as I stood rigid with the phone in my
hand.
‘Yes Sir….
You answer me with Yes Sir you filthy whore.’
‘Urrr,
yyyess, Ssiirrr…’ I sobbed in the phone.
He hung up
in my ear and I collapsed to the floor.
Master ran
from the bathroom to me.
‘Master…
Heee’s cccoming to get me… please…’
‘Pull
yourself together Sub; he just wants to fuck you to prove himself that’s all.
He’ll probably do it a few times and then forget about you.’
'But
Master.’ I sobbed…
'Come on,
get yourself ready, fuck him and it will be over. I’ll be here.’
I stood up
and arranged my clothes. Looking in the mirror I fixed my hair and touched my
make up in silence. I was terrified of this Cop and he knew it.
The loud
knock on the door startled me. Master answered it.
‘Hi.’
‘Hi, where
is she?’
‘She’s
here, you want to do her here?’
‘No, We’re
going back to her place, I want to get to know my way around there.’
My knees
almost gave way again as Master took my arm and pushed me forwards to the Cop.
He grabbed
my hair and pulled my face close to his.
‘Hello
whore, pleased to see me again huh.?’
‘Yes Sir.’
I replied through gritted teeth.
‘Good.’ He
was again pressing on my nipple, this time he was crushing it against my chest,
rubbing it hard with the palm of his hand. I kept my teeth clenched hard and
tried to think about the orgasm earlier with Master and how great it felt.

He took his
handcuffs and cuffed my arms tightly behind my back; this pushed my breasts
forwards as he bent my arms up my back marching me to the door of the room.
He led me
out to his police car and shoved me in the front seat. Master stood at the door
and watched helplessly as the Cop fastened the seat belt, got in and we drove
away.
Before
moving off he pulled my skirt up, slid me closer to him and warned me to keep
my legs wide open.
It felt
like every person was looking at me, thinking I was a criminal in the police
car, all the while the cop had his hand between my legs, roughly fingering my
pussy while he drove along. It was so tender from the 11 fucks the night
before, but he didn’t care about that.

My house
wasn’t far away and we pulled up out the front, he straightened my skirt and
uncuffed me so that we could walk inside together. He even held my hand, giving
the impression that we were a couple. I wanted to vomit, but managed to hold
myself together until we made it inside.

He dragged
me to the couch, sat down and stood me in front of him.
‘Ok, Strip
whore.’
I slowly
began to undress, but his agitation grew so I removed my clothes quickly and
stood naked in front of him.
‘Get on
your knees where you belong cock sucker.’
 I knelt in
front of him as ordered, expecting him to make me suck his cock, but he instead
positioned me so that I knelt up straight, leaning back with hands gripping my
ankles. It was painfully uncomfortable but he liked it.
‘Go to the
bedroom, get on the bed in this position and wait. Im going to take a look
around.’
He pulled
and twisted my nipples before pushing me away and standing up. I quickly
obeyed, hoping that he would get this over quickly.
I knelt in
position on my bed for many minutes before he came in. He was naked and his
cock was hard, his body toned and strong, very athletic looking. My eyes moved
to his cock, it was large, probably 8-9 inches and thick around the head and
very straight.

If I was
perfectly honest it was a stunning cock, and his body bordered on gorgeous, but
I hated this man with a passion.
He moved to
the bed, turning my body to face him, leaning forward and taking my nipple in
his mouth. One hand moved between my legs, the other around my bum and handled
the butt plug. He sucked hard on one then the other nipple, his fingers
exploring my pussy and pressing on the plug hard to push my hips even further
forward. I felt like my back was breaking, but a feeling of excitement was
beginning to take over my body.
I was
responding to his touch, my pussy was wet and nipples hard as he contito
work on them, the plug was now being moved in and out of my arse as the finger
fucking of my pussy gained momentum.
He moved
closer and put his cock against my pussy, pressing the plug hard inside me he
pushed his cock inside and began to fuck me. My back was bent awkwardly but his
arm held my in position for him to fuck me hard. His cock rubbed directly on my
clit and I knew that I was going to cum again. I fought the urge as hard as I
could but he thrust harder and harder until I had to yield and orgasm.
I screamed
and moaned loudly as my juices flowed, he continued to pump hard until I was
finished.
Pulling out
he pushed me onto the bed.
‘Get on all
fours you filthy slut whore.’
I obeyed
him turning and kneeling on my hands and knees.
‘Grab your
whore ankles, Im gunna fuck that arse of yours you cum slut.’
I reached
back and grabbed my ankles tightly. My arse was high up and the plug bulged out
as he positioned himself behind me. He pulled the plug out and rammed into me
hard, crushing my head into the bed, digging his fingers into my hips as he
pumped my arse.

The
sensation was awesome, but I hated myself for loving it. I moaned with each
fuck as he went at me harder and harder, faster and faster until he finally let
his juices go into me.
He was
animalistic, fucking harder and harder while he was cumming deep insidme,
growling this deep guttural growl as he embedded his sex into me.
He released
himself, pushed me away like trash on his beat and left the room.

I lay there
and cried, hating every moment of the time with him. The blackmailing rapist
cop had used me for the first time and all I could do was wait for my nextvisit from him.
Master
called to check on me later in the day and I cried again. He reassured me that
it would be all right, that the cop would find someone else and I would be free
of him.
Deep inside
me I wanted that to be true, but there was a yearning beginning to grow….