We arrived at Dave's and I noticed there weren't any cars in the drive except his.  Well honey I guess we are the first to arrive I opened the doors for the ladies and we went to the door.  I had a cooler to get out of the trunk so I went back to get it.  I returned to the door and they both were still outside.  Missy said they were waiting for me and gave me since I knew Dave and they didn't.  I rang the bell and Dave answered the door .  He saw us and said that they called about an hour ago to cancel the party.  I asked why and he said that several people couldnt make it and we should do it next month.  "Thats Bull Shit", I told him.  We came here to party and thats what we are going to do if it is just the four of us, the girls liked the idea of not having to listen to a bunch of shop talk.  We went in and I noticed that Dave was watching a porno movie on his big screen TV.  He must of just stopped it when the doorbell rang because the tape was sticking out of his VCR.  I could read the title on the tape it was ANAL PARTY.  I called him out on it and he was embarrassed.  Tina and Missy both said its ok we watch em too.  We opened up some bottles of liquor and started passing drinks around.  I told dave now that everone is relaxed lets watch some anal party?  Girls yelled yeah lets see what you like.  With that we all refilled our glasses and turned on the movie, Tina sat next to dave on the loveseat while Missy and I sat on the couch on the other side.  The first scene that came up had a guy getting sucked by 2 hot chicks they did this for a while until he came all over them  the next scene was 2 girls having sex.  Missy says its always 2 girls with a guy but weres the 2 guys 1 girl?  Dave said hold on and fast forward the movie to a scene with a girl on her knees sucking this guys long cock when another man walks in behind her and started fucking her in the ass.  I noticed Missy 's eyes widened and she started moving in her seat so I leaned over and asked her if she likes that?  She said yeah I really do and I guess tina does as well, I looked up and saw Tina was already going down on Dave sucking his swollen cock.  I put my hand on Missy's lap and could feal the wetness through her skirt.  God shes hot!  I stood up and pulled her off the couch and kissed her hard and long.  She whispered to me "fuck me now".  With that she got on her knees on the couch i pulled her skirt up and panties off one leg and started fucking my beautiful wife in front of others for the first time.  I looked back to see that Tina was bouncing on Dave with her DDs flopping around it was "HOT".  After awhile Tina got up to go to the bathroom I was laying on the floor and missing was riding me when Dave asked if he could join?  I looked at Missy and she was so buzzed and horny we said sure.  He got behind Missy and rubbed his dick on her puss so I pulled out to let him in I figured that I already cummed in her twice and he might need lubed for her ass.  He yelled damn your pussy is hot.  He pulled out and stuck a finger in hside to lube it then fingered her asshole for a moment.  By now he was rock hard and her ass was ready.  He stuck it inside of her tight hole and she let out a little squeal... I was hard and wanted in on the action so i placed my cock in her love tunnel.  She was in heaven getting fucked in both holes at the same time.  About 2 minutes later Tina came back in and sees all the fun going on she stratles my face so I can eat her pussy the taste was sweet and gooey that when I realized that I was eating Dave's cum too.  That was all that I could take I started moaning and before I knew it I was cumming!  Dave felt my penis squirting and he lost his load thats when Missy started yelling "DONT STOP! DONT... I'M CUMMING!!  Tina was rocking hard on my mouth and she came contracting her cum and Dave's into my opened mouth.  We all collapsed on the floor and fell asleep.   

 

“I had a wonderful time this evening…” she began as she held out her hand to him to shake.

 

He did not wait for her to finish her speech, but slipped his hand around the back of her neck.  He pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers.  At first she resisted, but her sexual desire combined with the wine he had pushed at her all evening soon over powered her sense of proper deportment and she relaxed into his arms.

 

She was more than just a big girl, she was fat.  Her size had limited her social life and left her naive about dating situations.  She only knew what she had read, or seen in movies, or fantasized about when she was alone and her hands were massaging her breasts or exploring between her legs.

 

He was not like her at all.  He was successful, good looking and experienced.  As she relaxed, he opened her mouth with his tongue and his fingers brushed her face and neck.  He was in no hurry.  He had been confident that he would fuck her from the moment she agreed to have dinner with him.  They worked together and she had been positive that this would be a professional meeting.  She had no intention of letting anything romantic develop, but he had little interests in her intentions.  He knew women’s bodies.  She was late twenties, maybe thirty.  The office talk and his observations assured him that no one was mounting her, and from her manner, he guessed that no one had touched her in years if ever.

 

The evening had gone well.  She didn’t know how to drink, or socialize, but all indications were that she was naturally obedient.  She said she didn’t drink, but he had poured wine for her and when he told her to drink it she had done as he had instructed.  He had told her what to order.  Early in the evening, his directions could have been mistaken for suggestions, but as evening and the wine flowed, he became more and more assertive.  Now at her door she was submitting to his stimulating touch.  He could feel her desire for him to get on her breasts.  She was even starting to squat a little, spreading her legs, and he could smell that she was soaking through her panties.

 

“Invite me in” he commanded.

 

“It’s late, and my mom…” she started to protest, but his gentle finger pressed to her lips and silenced her.  He reached around her and turned the knob on the door.  He motioned with his head and she preceded him into the small one story house.  The living room and the kitchen were separated by a small breakfast bar that seemed to function as the dining room table.  In the center of the living room was a sofa that faced a large television that sat against the opposite wall.  The cushions on one side were compressed far more than the other.  It told him a lot about how she and her mother spent their evenings.

 

He went to the counter and set down the half empty bottle of red wine he had brought with him from the restaurant.  He found a large glass in the kitchen cupboard and emptied the bottle into it.  It all took less time that she needed to cross the room to the sofa.  He intercepted her before she could sit down.

 

“Aren’t you having any?” She asked as he stepped in front of her before she could plant her self in her usual position.

 

“Where is your bedroom?” he asked, ignoring her question as he thrust the glass into her hand.  “Drink some of this; it will help you relax.”  She did not answer his question, but her glance down the hallway that lead from the living room told him what he needed to know.  “Come along now.  I’m going to fuck you.”  He was gambling that she was drunk enough to respond to his direct approach.

 

Her mouth opened in shock, but her hips moved forward indicating that her body was far more willing than her mind.  Before she could say anything his hand grabbed the back of her neck and he pressed his open mouth against hers.  His tongue pushed through her lips and his free hand slid down the front of her low cut dress.  His fingers slipped into her bra cup and began working on her left breast.

 

He withdrew his tongue and lifted his mouth off of hers.  Her open mouth was panting now and her eyes were looking longingly into his. She put her free hand on the breast he was working on to hold him in place, and encourage him to continue.

 

“I want to be gentle” he said.  “I don’t want to hurt you, so you need to do exactly as you’re told.”  Her eyes were glazed over and she just nodded at his command.  The instruction was carefully said; calculated.  He had been preparing her for this moment all evening.  He had perceived weeks earlier that she had a natural tendency to be submissive.  He had watched all evening as the alcohol had stimulated and strengthened the natural tendency.  By tomorrow she would feel differently, but for tonight she was his.

 

He moved his hand from the back of her neck to her arm just above her elbow and moved her off down the hall way toward her bed.  Her resistance was half hearted at best.  The hallway was narrow and she was staggering from her inebriated condition.   There really wasn’t room for him to walk beside her and he was forced to withdraw his hand from her tit.

 

“I should tell you” she apologized, “I haven’t had a lot of experience with this.”  He smiled and stifled the urge to laugh at her obvious understatement. 

 

He wondered if it was more from her being shy, or her being fat that had limited her social life.  It was probably a combination.  If she went to bars with friends, she would have been the fat girl that a group of guys would have always joked about.  Who was going to fall on the grenade?  She was astute enough to know the jokes were about her, and so she probably did not go out with her friends, if she even had any.  Women were even harder on fat women than men were.

 

His hands brushed her hair and he kissed her again.  It was not necessary.  He knew her pussy was already wet enough to penetrate.  Even without her own juice, he had brought enough lubricant to keep her screaming for half the night, but he liked what kissing did to her.  His kisses also distracted her while he unzipped her dress and his hands explored her.

 

He had her out of the dress in almost nothing.  Her breasts would probably have been quite small if she were not so fat.  The nipples were almost nonexistent; just dark red patches lying flat on over inflated tits.  It further confirmed his theory that she had not seen much action even when she was younger.  Young boys would usually mount anything, but they usually liked to suck tits, and the sucking usually developed the nipples.  Maggie’s looked as if they had never been touched.

 

He got the bra off and was working on the slip when he encountered a little resistance.  She said she was not comfortable with him seeing her body, and wanted to keep the slip on.  Well, her mind was not completely gone.  He wondered what would have happened if he had insisted.  It was not worth finding out.  Her body was not something he needed to see to help with his erection anyway.  His cock had started to stiffen before they left the restaurant.  He had been ready since he had told her to invite him in and she had submitted.  He was hard enough to pop the cherry of a twelve year old.  It didn’t matter to him what she looked like.  He was only interested in the warm wet hole between her legs, and filling her.

 

He pulled a pillow off the bed from under the comforter and dropped it on the floor at the edge of the bed.  Normally he liked the first fuck to be from the front between the legs.  He preferred to strip a girl down always keeping his cock buried in his underpants until his hips were firmly between the woman’s thighs, and he had her arms pinned above her head.  Then when she was helpless he would pull down his under ware and let her see what she was about to get.  Women always panicked when they saw his cock.  Usually they would struggle and try to stop him before he shoved it into them.  He would kiss them to stifle their protests, and force himself into them as they desperately struggle to close their legs.  

 

He had never met a woman that had not found his first penetration painful.  Even the black whores in Southern Africa panicked when they saw him.  He was long and he was thick and stiff as an iron pipe.  When they panicked they struggled, and then he would rape them.  He loved forcing their little holes open and stretching their tunnels.  He was big enough to fill any woman he had ever met, and he knew what he was doing well enough to force an orgasm from even the most reluctant.  They usually cried when he went in screamed while he pumped them and in the end begged him not to pull out.  He especially loved married women.  A few nights in the sack with him always made their husbands worthless to them.

 

Maggie was different.  First of all, she was no ninety pound weakling.  She lifted a couple hundred pounds every time she stood up.  Subduing her might prove more than he was up to and secondly he knew that the more a woman had to be forced, the more humiliated she would feel the next day.  He had to work with her at the office, and he wanted to keep on using her after tonight.

 

“Get down on your knees and pull down your panties” he instructed. A little pressure on her shoulders overcame her reluctance and he turned her around in front of him.  He had taken off his shoes at her front door, and now a little pressure on the back of her knees from his bare foot convinced her to get down into position for him.

 

She bent forward and put her hands on the bed to steady her heavy body as she lowered to knees.  He stripped his shirt and jeans as she reached up under he slip and pull down her panties.  She got them down to her knees before he was kneeling behind her.  His chest pressed against her should blades as he ordered to bend forward.

 

Her bed was high enough that her knees lifted off the floor as her as her stomach pressed down on the edge of the mattress.  He hooked the waist band of her panties between his big and first toe and pulled them down to her ankles and off of her feet.  So far she was presenting nicely.

 

His hands slid up her thighs over the thick layers of cellulite.  She was soaking wet and the scent of her desire was heavy on her.  She groaned as his fingers spread her.  Like the rest of her body, she had big lips puffy with fat.  His finger slid down her crack as she spread her legs.  In the dim light he saw her chubby hands gripping into the comforter on the bed as he lightly touched her clitoris.  He reached into the pocket of his jeans where he had abandoned them on the floor and brought out a small tube of KY jelly.  She was plenty wet, but he was planning a long session, and didn’t want to take any chances with her getting sore.

 

His left hand held the back of her neck as he slid the fingers of his right back up toward her hole.  She was struggling to keep quiet as he played with her.  Mostly he just rubbed her lips and teased her clit and vagina opening.

 

“Are you ready?” he asked.

 

“Yes” she moaned.

 

“I like my women to ask for it” he explained.  “Go on, ask me to fuck you.”  She turned her head and looked up at him confused.  “Go on, say it; ‘please fuck me.’”

 

“Please…” she was hesitant, but his encouraging expression gave her courage.  “Please fuck me” she said.  With that he pushed his middle finger into.  “Oh my god” she cried, slamming her fist into the mattress.

 

She wasn’t a virgin, but he doubted that she used tampons.  He moved his finger around in her, rubbing her exploring her.  She was easy to arouse.  If she had ever been fucked, it had been by a very small man.  Well, it was time for her to learn the facts of life.

 

She was gyrating her hips beneath him encourage his finger.  He tightened his grip on her neck and withdrew his hand.  He pulled down his under ware and guided his cock to her lips.  He had enough experience to find her tiny hole without assistance, but he wanted to rub the head of his penis on her before penetration.

 

“Try to relax and spread your legs” he ordered.  “It will make it easier.”

 

“What…” suddenly she realized it had not been his cock in her before.  “No” she cried as she felt the pressure of the head against the hole that was far too small to him.  His cock was nearly a foot long and as thick as her wrist.  The dark read head forced its way into her.  He tightened his grip on her neck enough to hurt.  It was all he could do to hold the big woman down.

 

“No… No, take it out” she begged.  “It’s too big.  It hurts.”

 

“Lie still and spread your legs” he suggested.  “I will make it easier.  I’ll take it out when I’m done with you.  Now be a good little girl and lie still while I pump you.” 

 

Once the head broke through the tight little ring of her vagina entrance it was easier to push more of it into her.  He knew from experience that once he got at least four of five inches of his cock up her it would be more painful for her to move than to stay still: then she would stop struggling and let him fuck her.  All women worried about their pussies and she would submit rather than risk damaging her cunt by squirming.

 

She felt good and he considered abandoning the gentle approach in favor of something a little more satisfying, but he had invested a lot of time in getting her into this position, and he had more long term plans in mind.  He decided he would be gentle as long as she cooperated, but if she needed a lesson in obedience he again give hard fucking more serious consideration.  For now he settled for a slow steady pumping.  He could feel the conflict in her body.  Being stretched was painful for her, but on the other hand, his cock was rubbing places that had never been touched.  Slowly arousal was winning.

 

“Please stop” she begged.  “Please you’re too big for me…”

 

“I’m sorry” he replied.  “I know it hurts a little, but I’m going to fuck you.  I know it’s not your fault you have such a small cunt, but you are never going to be any good to me if I don’t stretch you out a little.  Try to relax and don’t fight me.  Don’t make me force you.”

 

She lay still and took it.  His dominant attitude seemed to increase her arousal.  She began to groan each time he pushed into her.  Soon she was trembling and swinging her knees under him.  She griped at the comforter on the bed as her first orgasm consumed all of her feelings.

 

When it ended, he lay still on top of her forcing himself not to explode in her.  Her first climax had taken less than half an hour.  He gave her ten minutes before he started up on her again. The second climax came quicker that the first.  Her discomfort was subsiding, and the huge cock buried deep in her stimulated her more than her mind could control. 

 

He kept at her giving her only brief rest periods between each session, never withdrawing from her.  After the third orgasm, she was panting, but she never complained as he just kept using her.  Finally he informed her that he was ready to fill her and that he was going to get a little rougher.

 

“Please don’t cum in me” she begged.  “I’m not on birth control, and I think I might be fertile.”

 

“Shhh…” he said.  “Don’t think about that now.  I’m going to breed you; it’s the way a woman is meant to be fucked.  Just concentrate on what I’m doing to you.  This is going to hurt.”

 

He lifted slightly and drove his cock straight down into her G spot.  She gasped as and tried to lift up off the bed, but his hands on the back of her head held her down and he began pumping her hard as he held her down by forcing her face into the mattress.

 

Each thrust slammed into the end of her tunnel.  He moved his hips to the left and raked the head of his penis along the right side of her vagina and then repeated the move on the other side.  Finally once more down into her spot, and then he drove hard straight into her.  She screamed in pain, but her vagina clamped down on him in a gut wrenching orgasm.  Her ass started bucking uncontrollably on the bed and he began pumping her full of the white cream.

 

When he finished he collapsed on her soft body, his weight adding to her own against the bed.  She lay perfectly still beneath him to exhausted to move.  His penis softened in her, but its length remained.  Eventually he pulled it out of her like a foot of rope.  Semen flowed out of the gaping hole it left behind and ran down her leg.

 

“Go clean yourself up” he said as his hands on her shoulder helped her straighten up.  More seminal fluid flowed out of her as she closed her legs.  Her heavy thighs came together but the white liquid continued to flow out of her open pussy hole and ran down the back of her legs.  “Be sure and wash yourself inside.”

 

She waddled off to the bathroom.  He heard the water running.  She was taking a shower.  He turned the covers down and stretched out on the bed.  Now he heard other noises, faint and muffled coming from the hallway.  He would have investigated if he had not figured out what they were.

 

She expected that he had gone when she finally came out of the bathroom.  Her eyes were dilated from the lights in the bathroom and she was blind in the darkness.  She made her way to the bed before he spoke.

 

“Kneel down on the floor again” he instructed.  She jumped back and nearly fell over in surprise.  He ignored her discomfort and repeated the instruction.

 

Her eyes adjusted to the dim light and she saw him swing his legs over the edge of the bed.  He reached out and took her hand pulling her forward.  She came to him dropping to her knees onto the pillow he had set out for her between his feet.

 

“Open your mouth” he commanded.  His cock had stiffened again in her absence, and he bent it down toward her with one hand as he put the other on the back of her head and pulled her forward.  She tried to protest, but the end of his penis was already forcing itself into her mouth. His penis was still wet from being up her pussy.  “Be careful to keep your teeth off me.  My cock is very sensitive.  Use your tongue and the roof of your mouth.  Make it feel like a pussy.” 

 

He took her hands and wrapped them around his shaft.  Her chubby fingers could not reach all the way around.  Even with the head deep in her mouth, there was still room for both of her hands on his shaft.  It was all she could do to get her mouth around the thick penis he forced her to take.  He showed her how to rub him and kept her head moving up with both of his hands gripping her hair.  She protested and squirmed, but just as a young boy can control a twelve hundred pound horse with a bit in its mouth and rope on its head, the big girl had no choice but to suck him.

 

“Swallow it” he ordered.  His cock throbbed in her mouth he shoved her head forward driving the penis deep into her and making her gag.  It was a simple decision; swallow or drown.  She gulped again and again as he pumped her full.  When he finished he released her and she jerked her head off him.  She coughed and scurried back to the bathroom.

 

“I’m going to be sick” she mumbled.  He followed her and stood in the doorway as she knelt in front of the toilet. 

 

He considered mounting her from behind and fucking her.  If she did actually did vomit it would cause constrictions in the vagina and that could be interesting, but he decided that might be a little to graphic for her.  She waited, but the urge to regurgitate never came and eventually she picked her self up.  He handed her a damp cloth to wipe her face and then the half empty glass of wine to finish.

 

“I didn’t like that” she complained when she had finished the wine.  “Don’t you ever…”

 

“You will get used to it” he interrupted.  “Come on back to bed.  I’ll give you the last one in your pussy.”  He took her by the wrist and led her back to the waiting bed.  She crawled on to the bed and he lay beside her.

 

“How long has it been since you have been fucked?” he asked.  She hesitated.  She had no intention of telling him about the one other experience she had had, but she found her self answering anyway.  There was something about the way he told her to do things, she just obeyed.

 

“Almost fourteen years ago” she began.  “It was after my junior prom.  I wasn’t going to go.  No one had invited me.  Then my best friend told me she had fixed me up with this really cool guy.  He was a senior, and he was almost nineteen.  She said he had broken up with his girlfriend and wanted to take me.  I was really young and stupid, or I just wanted to go so bad I never thought about why anyone would want to go with a fat girl like me.”

 

They had gone to the prom.  Maggie’s mom had gotten her a new prom dress.  It was white, with a low neckline and an even lower back.  It was altered to fit her and it hid her real size and weight well.  Kevin had been attentive and danced with her and brought her red punch to drink that he spiked from a flask that he kept in the breast pocket of his tux jacket.  He generally took good care of her.  She had talked with girls that were the dates of other cool guys and she was on top of the world.

 

They left around one.  Kevin had borrowed his father SUV and they drove out of town and parked in a deserted place near the cemetery.  Maggie had assumed he was taking her home.  It never occurred to her that he had other plans.  She was just fourteen.

 

When they stopped he told her to get in the back.  That was the first time she asked were they were.  He got out and came around to the passenger side of the car and almost pulled her out of the seat.  She had told him no when he opened the back door of the truck and she saw the inflated air mattress in the bed in the back.

 

“Look” he said.  “I kept my end of the bargain.  I showed you a good time at the dance.  Now it’s your turn.  Get in and pull up that pretty little prom dress of yours.”

 

“What are you talking about?” She demanded.  “What bargain?”

 

“Angela said you would put out if I took you to the prom” he explained as he turned her toward the opening and pushed her forward.

 

She stumbled and crawled into the back of the van on her hands and knees.  She was shocked.  Her best friend had pimped her for a date to the prom.  At first she just couldn’t believe it.  She went numb.  By the time she got her senses back she was on her knees on the mattress and he had pulled her skirt up over her hips.  She turned to push him off, but he pushed her sideways as she turned and she fell on her side.  He grabbed her ankles and rolled her onto her back.

 

“No… No… Stop it…” she had demanded, but then he pulled out the knife.  It glistened in the moonlight.  He had only intended to use it to cut off her panties, but it terrified her so much that she froze.  His hand slid down her inner thigh, and she opened her legs to avoid being cut.  Probably if she had brought her foot up and kicked him in the face she could have knocked him out of the SUV and then got out and beat the crap out of him.  She had relived the scene in her mind a thousand times since it happened.  Each time she came up with something she could have done to change the outcome, but at the time she opened her legs and he believed it meant that she was willing despite what she had said.

 

He cut the center panel out of her panties and then the side allowing him to move the protective cloth out of the way and expose her.  He threw the knife aside and lay down between her thighs putting his weight on her chest.  He pushed his mouth on hers as he used his hands to unbutton his pants and take out his penis.  She felt his fingers fumbling with her lips and searching for her hole.

 

“Well, well” he said.  “You really want this don’t you?  You’re wetter than a half fucked slut in whore house.”

 

It was all he said.  Then he rammed his cock up her.  He ripped through her hymen and opened her up.  He was probably completely unaware that she had been a virgin.  He pumped away at her for a few minutes and then ejaculated.  He probably never even noticed that she was crying.

 

After he finished he kissed her quick, put his hands on her breasts to push himself up and jerked his cock out of her.  He crawled out of the truck, pulled his pants up and got in behind the wheel.  He left her in the back and drove her home.

 

When he opened the back of the truck she was still laying there with her dress up and her legs open just as he had left her.  Blood and semen were running out of her.  She was numb from the experience.  Her friend had promised him he could fuck her if he took her to the prom.  He had taken her.  She had let him fuck her.  She guessed that made her a slut, or maybe a whore.  It was so totally opposite of how she had considered herself.  It changed her forever.

 

“Listen” he asked as he pulled her dress down.  “If you can keep a secret, I would be willing to see you again.  Just for sex, I mean.  I kind of liked fucking you, even though you are fat and all.  I was thinking if you wanted, I could come do you a couple times a week or something; maybe Wednesdays after football practice and Sunday nights.  Of course, it would have to be our secret.  I mean, I wouldn’t want kids at school to know I was doing a fat girl.”

 

Her face reddened with anger.  He mistook it for embarrassment.  She stomped off toward her front door.  The truck peeled away before she reached it.

 

Her mother had said hello and asked her how it had gone without looking up from the TV.  If a commercial had not come on at that instant she probably would not have turned and saw the blood stain on the ass of Maggie’s dress as she walked toward her room.  Her mother may have never realized that her daughter had been opened that night.

 

Maggie said that she hated Kevin and what he had done to her, but she told the story with so much detail, that Dran realized that she had relived the experience again and again.  It was probably her favorite masturbation fantasy.

 

Dran rolled over on top of her.  She was to fat to do a proper missionary fucking, but he arched his back and brought his penis into position for penetration.  He laid his chest on top of hers and put his hands between her legs to spread her thighs, mimicking her first sexual experience.  Just as before she was wet and he drove his cock deep into her.  She gasped as he began fucking her for the third time.

 

“No… No…” she whispered, more to herself than for him.  She was well aware that he was not going to stop but it reinforced that she had no choice, and that was what she needed to start her orgasm.

 

He had intended it to be quick.  He wanted to try to match her first experience.  He was hoping that he would get substituted for Kevin when she played with herself, but her moaning caused him to delay.  She was going to come again and he wanted to feel her giving it to him.

 

He finally did put another load into her just after she climaxed and got off her and pulled out of her.  She attempted to get up to go wash out her cunt, but he pushed her back down.  The last glass of wine, the orgasm and the lateness of the night had left her exhausted and unsteady.

 

“Leave it in” he advised.  “I had a vasectomy several years ago.  You will not get pregnant.”  She tried to look shocked and accusing, but sleep was coming on her fast.  He pulled her night gown down and covered her with a sheet.  He kissed her on the forehead and told her good night.  “I think we should give your pussy a few days to rest.  Let’s get together next Tuesday for another session.”  She only half heard him.

 

He pulled on his pants and put on his shirt on leaving the buttons undone.  He slipped down the hall barefoot.  He noticed the thick carpet was matted down just outside of the bedroom door and had damp spots.  The house was dark as he made his way through the living room toward the front door.

 

“Did you enjoy my little girl?”  The old woman’s voice was not a complete surprise even though he had not seen her on the couch.

 

“Good evening Mrs. Rutherford” he replied without turning around.

 

“Took you long enough to get off on her” the voice was accusing.  “I suppose it’s a little tough her not being the centerfold type and all, but don’t you dare just disappear now and never come to see her again.”

 

“Good evening Mrs. Rutherford” he was not about to explain himself to the old lady or anyone else.  He took three more steps toward the door and reached for the handle.

 

“Does your wife know your not working late tonight?” The old woman asked.  Dran froze in his tracks.  “Oh yes, I checked you out a little when Maggie told me she had a business meeting with one of her coworkers.  She may be a little inexperienced, but I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck.”

 

“I don’t take kindly to treat or innuendo” Dran replied.

 

“You just treat my daughter nicely and I won’t get involved with your affairs” she offered.

 

Dran’s opinion of the old woman shifted as he began to see her as a mother wanting to protect her daughter than just an old busybody who liked to masturbate to the sounds of live porn.

 

“Maggie is grown woman” he said.  “She knows her own mind, but if you wish to fill in your calendar, I believe she is busy next Tuesday.”

 

Maggie’s mother got off the couch and crossed the room to meet Dran properly.  She was wearing a house coat over a thin night gown.  She was not at all like her daughter.  She was thin and in great shape.  She looked to be in her late thirties, but she had to be at least mid forties, possibly pushing fifty.  She stepped up to him and held out her hand.

 

“My name is Angela” she said holding out her hand and offering a new begining.  As she did so, her robe fell open in the front.  She made no move to close it.  “I am very protective of my daughter, maybe to protective.”  Dran took her hand and held it more than shook it.

 

“My name is Dran” he said, “but you already know that don’t you.”

 

“A woman is told her whole life to cover up her body” Angela explained, “especially the area between her legs.  It’s easy for a woman to get the idea that there is something wrong with her; maybe she is ugly under her clothes.  You can imagine what it does to her when a man seduces her and she gives him what he wants and then he never calls or wants her again.  She could start to think that when he got her clothes off he saw something he didn’t like.”

 

“I suppose that could happen” Dran replied, “Although it has never happened to me.”

 

The nightgown that Angela wore was very shear.  Unlike Maggie’s fat round breasts, her mother’s were smaller with long nipples that had been fully developed either by a baby’s sucking or extensive massage from the man who fucked her.  Her breast sagged slightly, but not a lot considering her age.  He stomach was flat and she had recently shaved her pussy hair.  She looked good for a woman of any age.

 

He said goodnight again and made his way out to his small SUV.  He lived less than two miles away and at one AM, there was almost no traffic.  He slipped into his house, showered in the down stair bathroom and left his clothes in the laundry room.  He was naked when he climbed the stairs and slipped into bed behind his wife.  He had been careful to be quiet so as not to wake her, but she turned over and crawled under his arm to sleep on his chest.

 

“How was it?” she asked.  “I gather you got her into bed.”

 

“It was ok” he said.  “She is small.  She is going to need some work to stretch her out so I can use her properly, but she is naturally submissive and I think if I take my time with her she will be very cooperative.”

 

“You are going to see her again then?”  Her voice sounded hopeful.  “You made her come didn’t you?”

 

“Oh yea, I made her come” he sighed.  “You can never really know how a person will react, and I suspect that tomorrow she will be feeling used and angry.  She will stomp around, and have a lot of nasty things to say, then Saturday, she will calm down, and by Sunday she will be itching and start masturbating again with a whole new set of fantasies.  By Monday she will be much nicer and ready to get fucked again by Tuesday.”

 

“I’m sorry” Shaminie said.  “I know you don’t really like fat girls.  I guess it isn’t all that much fun for you, but I really appreciate having the night off.  If I was just a better wife…”  He leaned over and kissed her forehead.  It broke her chain of thought and ended her apology.

 

“Unfortunately” he explained.  “The only person I really want to fuck is you.  What she looks like really doesn’t matter.  Even if she were this skinny little Pilipino girl that looked exactly like you I would still rather mount you.  She is naturally obedient, and she has a tight pussy, that I will stretch out to fit my penis and I think I can train her spread for me.  I told her Tuesday.  I think with proper schooling I can use her Tuesdays and Thursdays.  That will give you a couple nights week and it will be good for both of us.”

 

“Do you want to fuck me now?” she asked.

 

“I’m fine” he said.  “We can wait until morning.”  She squeezed him and kissed his pectoral muscle.

 

“I love you” she said.

 

“I love you too” he said and kissed the top of her head.

 

He slept until almost six.  She was already in the shower by the time he finally awoke.  He slipped out of bed and joined her.  She stood almost five feet tall and maybe weighed ninety ponds soaking wet.  Her skin was naturally a light brown and she had long flowing black hair.

 

She lifted her leg and put her foot up on the soap dish dispenser that was mounted in the shower wall.  It gave him better access to her.  He was erect when woke up.  He was always erect when he woke up.  Shaminie braced herself against the wall with one hand and bent over.  With the other she reached between her thighs and spread her lips.  He bent his knees to lower himself to the level of her cunt.

 

“Ahh…” he groaned as he shoved the full length of his cock up his pretty little wife.  The motion was smooth and steady and he went up in one long push.  He reached around her and grabbed a breast in each hand.  They were small, tight and perfectly proportioned to her small body, with nipples that he had developed with years of sucking.  He steadied her as he began to pump. 

 

“Hmm…” she let out and animal cry as he penetrated her.  The water from the shower fell on the back of her head and shoulders and streamed down her slender back.  It collected in her butt crack when he pushed into her and splashed on the floor of the shower when he backed out.

 

“You feel so good” he cried as he felt her vagina tighten around him as he forced her into an orgasm.

 

They had been married for almost five years.  She had been a virgin on their wedding night.  She was a small woman, and he had spent months stretching her slowly and had been rewarded with tunnel that had molded itself to his exact shape.  Everything he did stimulated her.  Unless he finished quickly, fucking her made her come whether she wanted to or not.  It was one of the most dominate things he did to her.

 

He ejaculated at the peak of her orgasm, and then bent over her to hold her and kiss her shoulder at the base of her neck.  The water shifted and poured down his back now.  She put her leg down and slow straightened up.  It only caused him to pull a couple inches out of her.  He remained half squatting behind her with his knees outside of her legs.  She turned her head to kiss him.

 

Once again she felt a wave of guilt for wanting him to use another woman so she could have a couple evenings a week without sex.  Worst of all, she hated that it had to be a fat thing with no social skills or life like this Maggie, but he had been right.  It was not fair to a woman that had other prospects.  Beautiful women would only be a short term thing at best, and they often came with complications.  Maggie was perfect.  Maggie had a simple choice; spread for her husband, or shove a rubber cock up herself and spend the rest of her life without sex.

 

He cooked breakfast for them while she finished her shower and dried her hair.  As they ate they talked about everything.  Her works, his work, the dinner party that Andrea was having on Friday, even the trip to London they had planned for July.

 

“I have been designated as co-chair on the Henderson case” she told him.

 

“When did this happen?” Dran exclaimed.  “I though you were just assisting.”

 

“Friday” Shaminie exclaimed smugly.  “The partners did not like the way Benson was handling it.  I think I would have become prime council if Benson had not brought in the account.”

 

“You deserve it” he said frankly.  “You have done all the work on that case.  Benson is just a sycophant.” 

 

“So how is your new design coming” she asked.  “Did Pendergrass look at your ideas?”

 

“Actually” he explained, “I think that one is going to cost the company another twenty thousand.”

 

“What” she exclaimed.  “How did that happen?”

 

“Pendergrass liked my ideas” he explained.  “They applied for patent, and it usually costs about that much by the time the lawyers get done with all the paper work.”

 

“You goose” she said.  “The circuit worked; that’s fantastic.” She reached across the table and slapped him playfully on the arm.  “What is that fifteen now?”

 

“Well” he said, “the first one was a lot more exciting.  It’s kind of boring now.”

 

“Don’t make light of this” she demanded.  “Most engineers spend their whole careers without a single patent with their name on it.  You have fifteen with this company in just the past five years.  The intellectual property that you have brought to them alone must be worth ten or twenty million.”

 

“Well the attorney fees eat into some of that” he joked.

 

“I always said” she reminded him “that if Radon engineering would use Allen, Loci, and Heart we could get you a discount on legal services.”

 

“Oh yea” he said.  “I could just see you telling Benson to write patent disclosures and standing in line at the patent office to file papers.”

 

“Well” she countered, “he’s worthless as a defense attorney.”

 

After breakfast they washed dishes together and then she bent over the arm of the couch so that he could fuck her one last time before he left for work. 

It was quick, too quick for her to cum.  That was fine with her.  Her orgasms affected her strongly and she had dozens every week.  After he finished she licked his cock and kissed him goodbye.    Actually it could be argued that he didn’t really cum either.  He had ejaculated.  That wasn’t actually satisfying, but it was enough to prepare him for the day. 

 

He needed to ejaculate to function at work, in life, or in anything he did.  He needed to cum so he needed to fuck.  She was his wife, and so she presented herself for him to use.  She understood this when they were married, and he had only needed to reinforce the understanding once.  She understood that if she refused him she would be forced.  He loved her; desperately loved her, but in bed she was his to use.  They had the most wonderful marriage in so many ways.  He was attentive.  He listened to her; he cared about her and her life.  He had rescued her from an empty existence that had no future in Cebu and he had brought her to America.  He had helped her get through school and had helped her study for the bar exam.

 

Their life was perfect except for one thing – sex.  She would have been happy to open her legs for her man once or twice a week.  He took her three or four times a day, more on weekends.  The last thing he did before he went to work was fuck her.  The first thing he did when he got home from work at night was fuck her.  After the first fuck of the evening which was usually quick, often in her mouth, they would eat, or go out or go for walks along the beach or to a movie.  He was always with her when they were together.

 

Then they when they got home they went to bed and he fucked her.  This was usually a longer session.  It often went on for hours.  He would make her cum several times.  If she was tired, or not in the mood, it didn’t matter; her body belonged to him.

 

Then they would sleep.  Sometimes he slept through the night, sometimes he woke up at two or three in the morning.  He insisted that she sleep naked.  He would rub lubricant on his cock slide up behind her and shove it in her.  He didn’t care if she woke up or not.  She always woke up.  If she was tired or he knew she had a big day ahead of her, he would try to be quick, if not he would make her come.  Then they would go back to sleep, often with his penis still in her.  When he woke up in the morning, she got fucked again.

 

Her mother and sister told her that all men were like that during the honeymoon, but by the end of the first year, they lost interest.  She had half believed them.  They had been wrong, dead wrong.  After almost five years, he wanted her more than ever.  Her mother had told her it was a wife’s duty to present to her husband.  She was raised that way.

 

He liked her pussy most, but once in a while he came in her mouth, and Friday night she always got it in the back.  He was gentle with her when he butt fucked her and she was sure that he didn’t really like it that way as much as in the front.  He always had to go slow and it was hard for him to make her cum that way, but still on Friday night the water based lubricant was replaced with more industrial strength grease that allowed him to force his penis between her small well formed butt cheeks.  She took the full length of him up her ass and he came deep in her bowels.  Now that her rectum was stretched out enough to take him without pain, she didn’t dislike it.  Sometimes she actually found it more arousing.  She was his slave, and it turned her on to know that he was going to fuck her and she had no say in the matter. 

 

It also turned him on.  Dominating the woman that he was pumping was a major part of what made him cum, really cum.  It was what made sex satisfying for him, and gave him the release that he needed to function without constantly fighting the urge to jump anything with a pussy.  It allowed him to treat women as fellow human being; as equals, as people, more than just something to mount.  That was extremely important to him.  Respect for other people, both men and women was one of his most important values and the only way he could function was to fuck the shit out of his wife everyway.

 

Maggie got to work late on Friday and Dran was in meetings all morning after nine o’clock so he did not see her.  He went to lunch with the partners to get told how wonderful he was by people who could not possibly understand what he had invented.  He cared nothing for their praise, or their commendation, but he had to do the political thing so they didn’t get in the way of his design work.  It was five o’clock before he was alone in his office and Maggie came in to see him.

 

“I hate you” she began.  She was almost crying.  “You raped me.  You got me drunk and you raped me.”

 

“Please sit down” he said.  “We should talk.”

 

“I never want to see you or talk to you again” she wailed.

 

“Is that what you really want?” he asked.  “We went on a date last night, and it ended with sex.  I suppose you can remember that in several different ways.  You can think of this as date rape or as just sex, or maybe even good sex.  The past is often what we make it.  You are a woman.  Women need to be fucked.  Your track record is not that great at this point.  Currently you have had two dates in twenty eight years.  At your current frequency you will be fucked again when you are almost forty five.  Is that the life you want?”

 

“You raped me” she reiterated. 

 

“Is that the past you want to remember?” he asked.  “Both of your dates concluded with intercourse.  I understand that it turns you on to feel forced, but do you want to make the sexual fantasy into a reality?”

 

“I was raped.  I was” she demanded.  “Alright, I wanted it last night, but Kevin forced me to have sex when I didn’t want to.”

 

“I know” he said, putting his arm around her shoulder and leading her to a chair.  He put his chair in front of her and touched her face gently.  “That was fourteen years ago and he is still raping you.  For all those years you have hid in your room with just your fingers for company and you have relived that experience.  Is that the way you want your life to go?”

 

 “No, I guess not” she confessed.

 

“I’m offering you something different” he said.  “Couple nights a week…”

 

“You’re making fun of me” she said.  “Men want cute pretty little things.  I’m fat.  Even if I wasn’t fat, I’m not pretty.  You don’t want me.”  He stood up in front of her and undid his belt and unzipped his jeans.  He took her hand and held it against his rigid pole inside his briefs.  “Oh my god” she gasped.

 

“Does that feel like I don’t want you?” he asked.  “You’re the only woman here.  You’re right, some men need big tits, a sexy waist and a cute ass to get hard, but men are not all the same.  I need a woman who knows how to be obedient, who spreads when I tell her too.”  Maggie was breathing through her mouth and rocking her hips back and forth on the chair.  Feeling him, hearing his encouraging words had her wetting again.

 

“Do you think I am as pervert?” she asked honestly looking up at him with big cow eyes.

 

“I don’t know” he replied honestly.  “Depends on what you think is perverted.  I don’t really care if you are.  I enjoyed fucking you last night.  I’d like to do you on a regular basis.  I think with a little training and practice, you would make a pretty good bitch.”  The rough words should have shocked her, but she was already aroused and her pussy was demanding she spread her legs.

 

“You’re married” she almost cried.  She pushed herself up off the chair and walked toward the door.  “You just want me for sex.”

 

“Yes” he replied. “I suppose that’s true.  My wife is a wonderful woman that I love very much and I do want you for sex.  The question is what do you want; sex with me a couple times a week or chocolate and romantic movies with your mother.  Or maybe you prefer lying alone in bed fantasizing about being raped while you rub yourself.”  She reddened and hung her head too embarrassed about the secret she had guessed to lash out at him.

 

“You used me to cheat on your wife” she countered in desperation.  She was trying to make an argument for leaving seem reasonable.

 

“I don’t think I would call it cheating” he said plainly.  “Think about it.  If every day for five years, your husband did what I did to you last night, would you feel cheated if he gave you the night off and worked over some girl that hadn’t been laid in fourteen years?  Our date last night was my wife’s idea, but this isn’t about her.  Go home Maggie; think about what you want in your life.  I’m hoping to see you on Tuesday.”

 

She left his office and he also packed up his computer and went home.  Shaminie was waiting.  She was naked, lying on her stomach on the bed.  She had taken a laxative to clean herself out and lubricated her rectum in anticipation of his attention.  He told her about his conversation as he lay on top of her and slowly forced his cock up into her.  In a few minutes she was scream and bucking beneath him trying to encourage him to fuck her harder.

 So it had been our usual intense sex daily over the last couple of weeks,never any let up,we Richard and myself were obsessed with everything to do with sexual activity and screwing each other senseless. Despite all our activity my pussy was twitching with intregue everyday as my mind now desperately wanted to feel what another cock would feel like. I know Richard sowed the seed in my head,but it had always been there since seeing our old neighbour having a wank while watching my sister in our bedroom at home.

 Having gone to our shared bedroom one day. I found my older look-a-like sister posing in front of the three mirrors of our wardrobe. She was doing some pretty sexy things like opening her legs and pulling her pussy lips and tits and stuff. "Oh its you! Get down and look out the window at old Jake opposite but keep low so as not to be seen" Blime! it was the first time I"d seen a bloke wanking. He was puffing and jabbing his hips and cock forward as though he was fucking an invisible woman. His hand was going up and down so fast now it was blurred. Jane said, "He"s going to cum" he did, it spurted all against the glass window pane. She reckoned she tormented him into wanking about once a fortnight and always put the light on to give him a real good look. "After I"m married,you can take it on for the old horny sod" I did as well!

 I even wondered what old Jakes cock would have felt like,but concluded a fuck from me would have surely made him keel over. I wonder? So back to now! When will my back up penis show again? I"d been rubbing my puss against some strategic parts around the house I was so horny. I"d even wedged a long plastic handled dust mop at the right height in the side of the chair cushions to let me fuck it. I was just studying my juice all over this handle and thinking how long before Richard would be here to put me out my agony when the light tapping came on the front door.

 I virtually dragged him and his bike through the door. Grabbing hold of him I said, "Where the fuck have you been all week?" Pure lust took over,as I dragged at his trousers,he was always commando style (no pants)when he called,his nob popped out already as hard as iron. My skirt was gone by his doing, I felt Dens cock against my lips then he rammed so hard it pushed me up on tiptoe. FUCK! that was hard, "Ah! I wasn"t going to let you get away by gamming me again" No more conversation entailed as he scewed me fast,hard and long. We came together,he just kept going like Richard does. Longer this time,then we both came again,he still kept going and I had two or three more orgasms,then he grabbed the cheeks of my ass I thought he was going to rip them open,his pelvic bone and pubes were scrunching and mashing into mine then with a real hard lasting push he squirted hard right up in my wombs neck. I was pinned against the wall like a butterfly with my feet barely touching the floor,the throb,throb of his cock was twitching inside my cunt in time with my last orgasm. Our hearts must have been beating at the same pace.

 Fucking hell that was the hardest fucking I"d had so far. "Do you mind if I"ve made you pregnant?" I answer "You wont have!" All the time hoping he had. Yeah,I know I"m mad,I liked being pregnant,thats all! He gradually let me back down as he calmed down. "Fuck in hell Jackie,I"ve never had a woman cum off that hard or cum off so hard myself in my life!" Dead pan I said, "Really thanks,It was just I"ve been dying to know what a different cock would feel like" "You"re saying you"ve only had Dickies?" "Course I have,what do you take me for,I"m not a slut,I was just curious how another would feel.Thanks but this is probably a one off now I know" Den,"How different was it and did I do it as good?" "Thats for me to know and you to wonder,but should I ever let you put it in again,you"ll know you passed,now fuck off before Rich gets here" He went!

 I now knew! God it was one hell of a fucking he gave me,although he didn"t know,I had plans for Den and Richard in the future,but let these men carry on thinking they were in control. THEY THINK! Like hell they are.

 On reflection, they were a brilliant combination. Gentle understanding Richard gave me loads of sexual attention in foreplay,play during and afterplay. Also he was totally flexible to all and any sort of sex,but bondage and pain was a no!no! As a husband and caring father he"s marvellous. Story telling,he is the only man that could make me cum off without actually touching me,only threatening too. That sort of orgasm has to be experienced to be believed,you just can"t describe it. While as you will see in the future stories Den was like the Mounty adage,He always got his man,(Woman in this case) He"d just never give up! When he did get you it wasn"t that gentle but you knew you"d been well and truly fucked. As to cock differences,the body actions were not the same,their cum was not the same,but they both reached what a certain alcoholic drink couldn"t. One of their cans I tried Nearly did though.

 More later ok.

 By the time we got back from this disaster of a honeymoon, I knew there would be big trouble and soon unless I came up with some kind of plan to keep her happy. She confessed that she was seeing a couple of guys at the part time job she had, both of them married, which was something of a blessing. Between them and me, Charlie claimed she could probably get by provided she got plenty of action on the weekend. Based on her performance on our honeymoon, there was no way that yours truly and a couple of part time studs at her job were going to fill the bill.

 I started scrambling to come up with a lot more trustworthy individuals who wouldn't mind taking care of Charlie's itch on the weekends. My goal was to be able to set her up for at least one gangbang over the weekend, although two or even three might be a better fit for her considerable appetite when it came to cock. I got lucky when an old buddy of mine who had gotten married a few years ago complained to me that he and his wife needed something extra to keep the magic going. That got me to thinking and after making a number of phone calls, I managed to arrange the first couples day involving Charlie and a few of my old buddies and ex-girlfriends who now were happily, or in some cases, not so happily married.

 The initial one took place at the home of one of my closest friends and his sexy wife who went both ways it turned out, and a good time was had by all, especially Charlie who even allowed herself to be tied up for a portion of the gangbang. Although there were only four other couples in attendance, my nympho bride's itch was well scratched thanks to the enthusiastic response of the women. By far Charlie was the hottest babe there, and that sort of incentivized the distaff side to put a little extra into the way they handled my wife.

 Things turned freaky when our hostess broke out her strap-on and the ladies took turns stirring up the loads of hot sperm that their husbands had pumped into every hole that Charlie possessed. One guy managed to drop a load into her armpit, and another filled one of her ears to the brim with his offering as everyone cheered him on. Once word got around about this little orgy the invitation list grew to the point that people had to make reservations to attend a couples meeting.

 My nympho wife took to bondage like a duck to water. She claimed that being tied tightly freed her from any guilt feelings and made the hard cocks, strap-ons, fists and fast tongues that probed her even more pleasurable. I also was informed that the frequent spankings I gave her these days also eased any residual guilt she might have for cheating on me. Strange as it sounded, our new arrangement seemed to be working. However like any significant change in one's pattern, this one had its ups and downs. Usually the  sexual momentum generated by the weekend action was enough to sustain her until mid-week. Beyond that it was a crap shoot. It was my call on keeping Charlie happy, and so I learned to roll with the punches whenever she went a little astray.

 Our first problem had to do with our next door neighbors on both sides. Mark and Marilyn Connor were a childless, middle-aged couple who were quite reserved, at least that's what I thought. Until I brought home my new wife, interactions between us were infrequent but always civilized. All that changed when Mark got a good look at Charlie out by our little pool in one of her skimpy bikinis. It got downright frigid when Marilyn noticed that her husband was taking much more interest in my new wife than she thought was warranted. My wife cannot deal with men who don't immediately start slavering at the sight of her fantastic body. So initially she was quite satisfied in the homage that Mark was paying to her. When Marilyn gummed up the works, Charlie took that as a challenge and acted accordingly.

 It turned into a contest of the wills between Charlie and Marilyn. The first time I realized what was going on was when Charlie began to sunbathe topless, displaying her incredible 38Ds in all their fleshy glory. Next I noticed the drapes were tightly shut on the Connor's windows facing our pool. However once I caught a quick glance of Mark peeking out as Charlie absentmindly played with her nipples, making those nubbins stiff as ice. Things got hotter in a sense and now Charlie was taking the sun in the nude. That brought a response from Marilyn who one early evening rang the doorbell and announced to me that my wife was distracting her husband with her brazen displays of flesh that not only involved nudity, but also lascivious behavior to boot.

 The behavior part was something new and so we two tiptoed to the pool area to discover my wife shamelessly masturbating while a bemused Mark Connor stood in the window of his bedroom and stroked his pecker in homage to my wife's awesome body and behavior. I had to stiffle a laugh at this display of sexuality taking place between my wife and my neighbor. Without even thinking I mentioned that Mark was rather well hung and this was going to cause plenty of friction now that my oversexed wife knew about what he had in his trousers. Marilyn's reaction showed a new facet of her personality, one that was more in tune with mine and even Charlie's.

 "You tell that brazen bimbo if I catch her even near my husband, I'll ram my strap-on so far up her ass it will come out of that hot, pouty mouth!"

 From that time on, my view of Marilyn Connor changed dramatically. Seizing the moment I asked what might happen if perhaps tomorrow evening I delivered my cloaked wife to them, naked underneath with her hands cuffed behind her back, so that she could make a very sincere apology and do whatever they chose to demand in the form of reparations. I watched as my straight-laced neighbor licked her lips nervously before breaking into a broad grin and declaring in a voice loud enough to carry back to the pool area.

 "You march that big-titted bitch over to my door promptly at seven tomorrow evening and we'll take it from there. Don't expect her back into the wee hours, if at all. I'll only guarantee that by early morning she'll be able to walk, but I hope she doesn't have the kind of job that requires her to be seated for any significant amount of time."

 When I broke the news to my darling wife, her baby-blues got big and she smiled like the cat that swallowed the canary. I wondered if she and Mark had already made a connection, which would explain his reaction to watching her jill off. That night she pretty much confirmed my suspicions, by making sure the curtains in our bedroom were pulled back, and the window was wide open. She insisted that we keep the light on while I nailed her fore and aft. Finally she assumed her most erotic position, on her spine, legs akimbo and her body jackknifed at the waist, so her hands could grab her ankles and keep that shaved pussy wide apart.

 While I pounded away at that weeping gash I looked up at the mirror over the dresser and saw the Connors reflected back at me. Marilyn and Mark were as naked as jaybirds and I was quite taken by her trim body and the thick patch of dark pubic hair guarding her cunt. She was smiling and at the same time slowly jacking Mark's hard dick that could have easily doubled for the limb of a fair sized tree. I knew at once that Charlie must already have sampled that cudgel, and was looking forward to a great night of sex with the Connors. I wondered if they'd have the decency to leave the lights on and let me watch and jack-off as they went at each other.

 The timing couldn't have been any better in that it was Thursday night and Charlie was itchy as a cat in heat. She must have deliberately rationed her pussy at work, making a number of her fans very unhappy. As promised she was standing at the door to the Connor place at seven , waiting for them to welcome her inside. I vainly hoped that they might display some charity and invite me into their home for some or all of the fun and games I knew were about to take place. It was not to be; it was a stone-faced couple who stood in the doorway and took possession of my helpless wife. Marilyn gave me a curt nod and her face nearly betrayed her glee as her husband opened the cloak to reveal Charlie in her naked glory,her stiff nipples and bloated cunt lips rouged crimson. That was all I would see of my nympho bride for the rest of the night except for the digital pictures that Marilyn e-mailed to me until well in the early hours of the morning.

 I heard from Marilyn by phone about an hour after I returned home. She informed me that she'd be spending me some fun pictures during the evening if I was interested. In the background I could hear a swishing sound followed by a slapping noise and a muffled grunt. Marilyn finally got around to explaining what was going on while she was talking to me. My wife was lying on their bed, her gaping asshole freshly fucked by Mark's huge cock. He was using his belt on her round bouncy buns, and to avoid disturbing their other neighbors, Charlie was gagged with a pair of Marilyn's ripe panties that had been sitting in the hamper for a day or so. The mental picture that formed in my head got me hard and horny. I knew that despite the grunts, Charlie was having a grand time with the Connors.

 As promised I received an e-mail a few minutes later consisting of three pictures. The first showed my new bride stretched out on a king sized bed, lying on her stomach. Marilyn Connor, wearing only a pair of bikini panties was seated comfortably upon Charlie, her hands holding my wife's firm rounded cheeks apart. Kneeling between my nympho bride's thighs was her husband, Mark, holding his stiff prick steady and obviously on the verge of pushing that long thick tool into Charlie's puckered butthole. From the way this picture was framed, the Connors were pretty adept at using digital technology to record their little bedroom antics. I wondered if they also had a webcam, and that was confirmed by the accompanying message that came with the pictures. According to Marilyn the webcam was sending streaming video to a number of people located all over the world. These folks were playing in the big leagues and as of this evening Charlie was making her international debut.

 In the second picture Marilyn had lost her bikinis and was holding Charlie's head by her long blonde hair against her hairy crotch. Mark had shifted his position so that about half of his monster weapon was now buried in my wife's asshole. Charlie's bound hands were clenched tight, indicating that she was having some difficulty handling the tree limb of a cock that was nosing its way deeper and deeper into her poop chute. The third shot showed Mark spooned against Charlie's buns, his cock swallowed whole by my wife's well stretched lower GI tract. Marilyn had a look of bliss on her face, an indication that Charlie's tongue was making good progress in satisfying her hostess.

    ( To be continued )

Jessie gasped and sarted to walk off and Jason ran after he and tried to stop her. She just pulled away from him. "Meet me in Room 225 at 5:30. The school will be empty by then and they leave the back door of the school open." with that said Jessie ran off to her next class without looking back. He stared at her long wavy dark blonde hair all the way down her back and her he nice round ass. She was pretty. 5'7, long thin georgous leggs, 42 D tits, nice abs. She looks really nice today expecially with her short skirt not covering her thong at all and her skin tight shirt showing her belly button and her belly button ring.

Jason showed up 15 minutes lates with a bookbag full of sex toys. Not intended to be used on Jessie though. But he had second thoughts when he found out that she didn't show up on time. Jason was going to wait around all night if he had to. he ended up waiting for 3 1/2 hours before Jessie ended up walking into the classroom.

"Hey...Jason." She walked over to the teacher's desk and sat on top and crossed her leggs so he couldn't see anything. "So what do you want to talk about?"

He walked up to her "You're a sassy bitch!" and he slapped her.

"Shut the fuck up!" She tried to get down off of the desk but then Jason grabbed her wrist and said "lay on your stomach!"

"What the fuck is wrong is with you?!" Jessie yelled.

"I said lay down on your stomach." Jason whispered in her ear as her pulled a small knife out of pocket and put it up to her throat. "Now will you lay on your stomach?" Jason said grinning.

Jessie slowly layed on her stomach. Jason reach down and flipped up her skirt and pulled her pantied around he ankles. He touch he nice round ass. Jason walked over and picked up his bag and pulled out all of this toys. He grabbed a 4 inch round dildo and a paddle. He slowly walked over to Jessie and slapped her ass.

"You fucking bastard!" and she tried to turn over on her back. He put the knife back up to her throat. She stayed on her stomach.

Jason put a finger up Jessie's ass and she started screaming and crying. "Good." He lined up the dildo to her asshole and he took the paddle and started hitting the dildo. Like hitting a nail with a hammer. Jessie was trying not to move but she was screaming and begging him to stop. All he did was laugh. When the dildo was all the way in he pulled out very quickly and he started fucking her with the dildo. FAST AND HARD until she started bleeding.

"For screaming so loud you'll be punished." He took out the dildo and started paddleing her little ass until it turned bright red. He picked her up and he leaned her over the desk and shoved her dick up her still tight pussy. He fucked her pussy until she wasn't so tight. She was trying to scratch his arms and leggs to get him to let her go. He pulled out of her pulled and just just his dick right up her pussy without any warning and pounded her until she got slightly less tight. He pulled out and put her back on the desk. He went down on he and started bitting her clit and she purposly pissed on him. He got up slappd her twice and bit her clit so hard until you could see his teeth marks in her clit. Then he slammed her fists into her and contuined until she losened up so his fists barely fit. He slapped her one last time and grabbed his things and left.

 This lasted quite a bit and soon enough I was ready to cum, and she could tell it. She looked at me as if to say, not yet. I took off her tank top and sucked on her already hard nipples. She moaned as I slid my hand down her shorts. She ripped them off, revealing her g-string. My dick seemed to grow another inch. She giggled as she straddled me, pulled her g-string to the side and shoved my dick inside her. She leaned back in ecstasy as she rode me faster and faster...

 I grabbed onto her ass as I thrusted upwards. She moaned harder and harder. I was ready to fucking cum. I asked her where she wanted me to cum. She said she loved it in her mouth and face. I pulled out and she got on her knees and I came all over her face, as she licked her mouth. I fell back down onto my bed, and she walked off to take a shower.

 Later at the breakfast table i slid my hand between her legs as she rubbed my cock. She winked and said "Wait until tonight"...

Tonight wasn't any different.  I'd been drinking lots to cope with the fact that I had a hot chick in my house and I couldn't touch her.  I crept into the living area and tonight was my lucky night.  She'd thrown the sheet off her and I could see where her short PJs had riden up and I could clearly see her pussy.  I wanted to walk forward and put my finger in it and lick it but I didn't dare.  Instead i stood there stroking my dick until I was about to shoot then I ran to the bathroom.

I got into bed and slept dreaming of kate sucking my dick.  I woke up the next morning, rubbed the sleep from my eyes and walked to the kitchen. Of course I was naked and I started to make coffee.  Then I heard a voice say, "good morning, I didn't expect you up yet!"

It was Kate, how the hell did I forget she was here!  She started to walk into the kitchen - "NO" I shouted.  she asked why and I told her I'd forgotten she was there and I had no clothes on.

She commented that my dick wasn't the first one she'd seen and she hoped to god it wasn't the last one she'd see so what was the problem?  What was the problem?  She had PJs on that were so short I could see everything, I was naked and had a huge boner - that was the problem!!!!!

I moved around the kitchen with my back to her and my hard dick facing the cupboards.  I was at the microwave up the corner when she asked me to step back so she could get in the cupboard.  It was an awkward moment and I said I couldn't.  Why not she asked. Because I said.  Because why she asked.

I thought shit she's going to see me soon enough so I stepped back and said, "because of this!"  She looked down and stared at my dick.  I'm not bragging but I'm pretty big down there - 9 inches and 6 inches around and it was standing to attention in her honor.

She looked me in the eye and said that she had no idea.  I apologised and said sorry.  She took a step forward and told me not to be sorry then she totally shocked me.

She got down on her knees and took my dick in her mouth.  She licked it as thought it was an icey melting, then she took as much of me in her mouth as she could and started to suck.  God I'd dreamt about this for so long was this really happening?  She moved her mouth and said, "just one question.  can you cum more than one time?  I want to suck you dry but I want this big dick in my pussy, I'm sooo wet, can you do it?"

Was she joking?  I could cum as many times as she wanted me too.  I said, "yes I can cum more than once," and she went to work on my dick again.  I could feel my balls start to tighten so I grabbed her head and pushed my dick further into her mouth and exploded.  She swallowed every drop.

She stood up and for the first time I kissed her while my hand went up her top and massaged her tits.  They filled me hands. I took her top off and sucked on her nipples then slipped her bottoms down her legs.  she slipped out of them and i dug my hand into her pussy while rubbing her clit with my thumb.  She started to grind against my hand and moan.  I thought that the kitchen wasn't the best place to be doing this but I tried to pull my hand away and she wouldn't let me.  I got down on my knees and dove into her pussy, licking her clit then her hole.  Her juices were flowing and I was lapping them up.  She started to moan really loudly and put my head into the vice of her thighs and she orgasmed for about 2 minutes.

I stood up and kissed her so that my juices and her juices mixed together in our mouths.

"I want you to fuck me now.  Make me wet and make me cum hard with that big dick of yours. I can't believe how big it is."

I didn't need to be told twice.  i turned her around, bent her over the kitchen counter and positioned my cock at her pussy lips.  I rammed it into her and started to pound her hard.  I slipped my hands around to cup one tit with one hand and rub her clit with the other.  This was sooooo hot.  when I felt like I was going to shoot my load I grabbed her hips and almost withdrew then slammed it back into her.  she was telling me to shove that big dick into her wet pussy and making lots of noise.  this was sweet - I shot my load as she came hard.  She gripped my dick inside of her with her pussy muscles while I shot load after load into her.

I pulled out of her, turned her around and kissed her hard on the lips.  She asked why we hadn't done that before.  Search me!!!!

We both showered seperately and were getting dressed in the bedroom.   I asked her if this meant we were together and she said what do you think?

I was just putting my dick into my jockey shorts.  As I said I'm quite big down there so I have to position my dick just right.  I was adjusting my dick and looked up to see Kate looking at me.  "You do that very well," she said, "I never knew you were so big."  I smiled and started to rub my dick through the material so that it began to get hard.  You've seen it like this before underneath my jeans, I told her.  Whenever we'd been out I'd drop you off and get hard.  Sometimes I'd make it home to jack off, other times I'd have to slip my dick out and jack off on the way home!"

"That's funny," she said because every time you left me I'd go in the house, get out my vibrator and pretend you were fucking me.  But I didn't realise I should have had a bigger vibrator!!"

We laughed and she moved towards me.  My dick was straining against my shorts.  She opened the front and my dick sprang out.  "how are we ever going to get anywhere when you have this thing in your pants?" she said.

I laughed, pushed her down on the bed and lifted her legs over my shoulders.  I put my dick into her waiting pussy and gently moved my hips backwards and forwards.  I was almost pulling out of her and then pushing it right back in.

It didn't take long for her to cum but I wasn't ready.  We moved positions and she sat on top of me.  she rode me like a mechanical bull until I bucked and shot my load into her.

That was two years ago and we still have to stop at the strangest of places to pleasure each other.  she likes to sleep with my dick in her hand - we don't get much sleep!!!! 

Maybe if you want to read more I can tell you where we'd got all sexed up, hot and steamy?

Gloria father removed his shorts and t-shirt then climbed in bed with Gloria. He kissed her on the lips and let his tongue slip inside her moist and succulent mouth. He rubbed her chest and could feel his daughters nipples become hard. She moaned with pleasure. Next his free hand pulled her night shirt up past her waist. She wore no panties. A finger entered her pussy. Gloria gasped. The finger probed deeply. Stopped when it came in contact with her hymen. He did not want to break it, at least not just yet. He rubbed her clit several times until his daughter let loose with her first orgasm.

Oh, Daddy. Don’t Stop. Ahhhhhhh, Oh my God. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me.

Okay, Baby. He climbed between her spread legs. With his throbbing cock in hand, he placed the head at her pussy entrance and pushed it inside her.

All the way. Daddy push it all the way into me.

And he did just that. He moved in and out a few times then with one hard push he took Gloria’s virginity. She was now his little women.

Gloria let out a scream when her hymen was penetrated. A tear ran down her cheek.

Baby, are you okay. The pain will go away soon. He lay there not moving. He caressed her hair and kissed her on her neck, ear, and forehead. Gloria meanwhile held him tight.

Her Daddy was right, the pain was going away. Daddy?

Yes, Baby.

The pain is almost gone. Try fucking me now.

He did. His daughter began to enjoy her first fuck.

Baby, I’m about to cum inside you. Is this what you want.

Yes. Fill me with your sperm. Give me your baby. She felt it. Her womb was filled with sperm.

Daddy, can I be your women and sleep with you. I have wanted this for so long.

Yes, baby. We can do this as often as you want.

Gloria was happy, Her dad was happy, her friends were also happy. Sleep came easy for all.

Sunday, came and Gloria was fucked again. More sperm was left in her pussy. The girls had all left. They were all full of sperm as they had wanted. Each pledged secrecy about this weekend.

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Next: One month later. The results. Also some interesting side events.