Ty tried to speak to me on my way out but i ignored him, swung my tight ass a little, and left. i got on the elvator, and pushed the 8 button. Ty came just in time and slipped in with me. i let out a sigh. 'look i know what i did was wrong. i know you have feelings for me and i do too. but you know why i cant show them.' i looked at him, my eyes already wet with tears and said 'why is that? your social status is more important than us? you want to fuck that beanpole for publicity? fuck that ty! if you had any true feelings you wouldn't care about your damn social status.' he hung onto my every word and i could see him pondering my words. ' DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT YOU? HOW MUCH? you dont! on the way here, in the limo, max used a strap on on me and as i orgasmed i imagined it was you fucking me. you filling me with your hot juicy cum' i began to cry as the elevator reached the 4th floor. 'im so sorry' i loooked up to see him looking at his shoes in shame. 'i didnt know you felt that much. or i wouldve told you... i feel the same' we met each others gaze. i could feel it pulling me in. i walked toward him and he grabbed me into him and he held me in his arms as i let out long gasping sobs. 'i dumped jessica' he said when i was done. and just then the elevator popped open. 'wheres your room?' i said. '826' i looked for my room key and saw that my room was 825! i almost did a happy dance right there. i knew this was my night.

'mines 825' i said. he smiled and i said 'will you wait for me? i have to get something out of my room' he said 'my room door will be open.' i darted into my hotel room and looked for the sexiest thing i could find. id brought my hot pink thing that said 'naughty' on the front and 'bitch' on the back. but i couldnt find the matching bra. io began to panick. but then i thought.. why wear a bra? its gonna be taken off anyways. so i pulled off my clothes and stepped into my thong. i sprayed on my moonlit evening musk and took the scrunchie out of my hair. i left trish and max a note saying 'im in with Ty, dont miss me too much' i knew they wouldnt. they would probably get some hot lesbian action tonight. i looked in the full length mirror. i was absolutely the sexiest thing in the hotel. i pulled on my black silk robe and slipped out into the hallway. i knocked on tys door. this is it. i thought. Ty was going to take me.

“What do you mean by that?” she asked.

“What do you think I mean?” I replied.

 

With that she was quiet and didn’t respond.  She changed the subject to meeting half way in between our two towns and going out for the weekend.  While she was telling me her thoughts for what we should do, I was wondering if she was thinking about what I had said and if it turned her on too.  We made plans to stay at a cottage near where our father was living.  It was inexpensive to stay at, and we could each get our own room.  She had said that every two rooms share a shower. I was hoping that our rooms would share one.

 

“What did you mean by what you said earlier?” she asked

“Well maybe I meant that we could help each other find someone to get rid of our sexual frustration, or maybe I meant that we could just help each other with our sexual frustrations. Which one do you think I meant?” I said to her.

 

“your crazy”, she told me.

“ I know” I replied

“so does our getting together and  having sex turn you on a little or a lot?” I asked.

“Well…it turns me on a lot, but it is weird, we are brother and sister.” she said.

“I know that, but who cares if it is weird, we should just do it and see if we like it” I told her.

 

After that conversation we decided to meet at the bed and breakfast. Once there we started watching a movie while nothing happened for the first half, I reached down and started rubbing her leg.  She opened her legs, I took this as a signal that she wanted me to continue.  As I slid her shorts down her ass and legs I admired the firmness of my sisters ass and couldn’t wait to get my hands on it. Once her shorts were off I went straight to rubbing her ass cheeks and spreading them apart.  I worked my tongue between her cheeks and teased her asshole with it. She moaned and pushed against my tongue. I turned her over onto her back and spread her legs so I could look at my sisters bald pussy. Here I was with my dick throbbing and just inches from my sisters wet pussy, I couldn’t wait any longer. I positioned the head of my dick at the entrance to her pussy and with one hard stroke, I drove the entire length of my cock deep into her snatch.  She let out a long moan as my balls slapped against her asshole.  I began to slowly stroke the length of my cock in and out of her silky soft pussy. I looked down at her with a smile.

 

“you like fucking your brother don’t you?” I asked

“oh yes” she moaned

“that’s good, cause I love fucking my sisters tight little pussy” I told her

the more I told her how good her pussy felt and how much I enjoyed fucking my sister, the more she got turned on. Before long I felt her pussy squeezing my cock in uncontrollable spasms. We were both trying to be quiet so that no one would hear us, but as her orgasm continued and her pussy was contracting around my cock, I told her that I was going to cum and told her to grab my balls and squeeze them and pull. As soon as she grabbed my balls and began to squeeze and pull on them, I couldn’t take it any longer, I shot load after load of my hot cum deep into her pussy.  Once we were both recovered, I reached over and sucked on her beautiful tits while running my hand down her stomach to her pussy.  I could feel my cum running out from her pussy and running down across her asshole. I looked at her with a smile as I tickled her asshole with my finger.

 

“what are you smiling about?” she asked.

“just thinking how much I enjoyed your pussy”, I said, “ and I was thinking how good your ass would feel.”

“oh, so now you want to fuck my ass huh?” she asked with a little grin.

“well now that you mention it, I figure since there is so much cum already on your ass for lubrication and my dick is getting hard again just thinking about it, I would love to fuck you in the ass.” I told her

 

with that said I got between her legs again and stroked my now hard cock, in her pussy a few times to get it lubed up as well.  I then lifted her legs up in the air and placed them on my shoulders so that her asshole was raised up and I could slide my dick in.  I placed the head of my dick to the entrance of her tighest hole and slowly began to push. When the head was inside I felt her begin to relax.  I slowly pushed the entire length of my dick inside her tight little asshole and watched her face the whole time as it changed from pleasure to looks of pain and then back to pleasure.  Once she felt my balls pressing against her ass cheeks she told me to stay still for a minute until her ass got used to my dick being inside.  After a minute or two I felt her starting to rock back and forth on my cock.  As soon as she began this, I pushed her legs up off of my shoulders and started stroking her ass from the tip of my cock all the way to the base.

 

“fuck me harder, fuck my ass harder” she moaned.

 

With that I pulled my cock out of her ass and turned her over so that I could really fuck her.  As I started to push the head of my dick back into her ass, I grabbed her hips and drove the entire length into her in one quick stroke.  She gasped in pain, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was how good it felt to be here fucking my slut of a sister in her ass.  As I kept on pounding my cock into her ass I could hear her say that it was starting to hurt and wanted me to quit, but I just ignored her. After a few more minutes I could hear her begin to cry and beg me to stop, but I was obsessed with lust and the more she cried the more I enjoyed punishing her asshole with my throbbing cock. With a few long slow strokes I felt my balls begin to tighten and I told my sister that I was going to fill her ass with my cum, with that I shoved my dick in as hard and deep as I could and began to cum with more force than I thought possible.  As I kept her pinned to the bed while I was cumming in her ass, I reached under her and started rubbing her pussy while my dick started to go limp in her ass.  I slowly withdrew my cock from her ass and rolled off of her.  Lying beside her I turned her so she was facing me and wiped away the few tears that were still sliding down her face. Then I gave her a kiss and told her that was the best sex I had ever had.  We both lay there naked holding eachother the rest of the night.  The next day I already began making plans on what we could do next time.

The spring and summer 0f 2003 passed in a haze.  I can’t remember much of that time.  I know it was bad.  It was hot and we had too many people in each tent, the MRE’s taste like shit after day 4 and you watch people who got there after you leave before you.  You get to thinking your tour will keep getting extended, or you’ll get KIA’d a day before you’re supposed to leave and it fucks with your mind.

And of course, there is no place to jack off.

Some guys hide in the porta-johns, others would climb into parked vehicles, some would do it in their sleeping bags at night but I just couldn’t bring myself to do any of those things.  I can’t smell piss and shit, or sit in a hot fucking truck or even worse, be entombed in a damn sleeping bag in 120 degree heat just to yank my cock.  So I suffered.

Around late July or early August we had a bunch of new people sent to us.  But no new tents so we had to cut our tiny living spaces in half.  My old area was now shared with some Major who seemed as gay as he was pompous.

I think that guy jacked off twice a night every night for the first week he was there.  I got sick of hearing his hand rubbing against his sleeping bag and was going to say something about it when I decided I was probably just jealous.  I’d seen the pictures of his wife and if I was him, I’d be doing the same thing.  I’d been 5 or 6 months without a single jo session.  It was hot, I was frustrated, and he was lucky to have that hot piece of ass to go home to whenever we got the hell out of here.

Inevitably, everyone gets to know each other pretty well.  You can’t help it when you sleep less than a foot away from each other.  Major T. and I were no different.  He was actually pretty cool and he’d always share his care packages with me before passing things out to everyone else.  We talked quite a bit.  What we missed most about home, what we’d be doing if we were still in the States, girls we’d fucked, where we grew up, why we joined the Army, etc.  One memorable conversation had us deciding what 3 things we wanted most at that moment.  An easy decision for me:  a blow job, 18 hours of sleep, and a Dr. Pepper.  (There was NO Dr. Pepper in Iraq until December)

He asked me one day if I had a girlfriend in country and I kinda looked at him crazy.  A lot of soldiers hook up with someone for a deployment and they spend their time sneaking off to fuck in the backs of trucks or in the shitters.  One couple was even caught in the water buffalo!  I never drank from that WB again.  With all our talk, I figure he’d know the answer by now.

 I told him no and he said he’d asked only because he’d never heard me jack off.  I instantly thought of my first impression of him being gay and the look on my face must have made him realize how he sounded.  He hurriedly went on to explain that he’d been seeing this girl and she wanted him to bring another guy along that night.  He was wondering if I’d like to go along.

I told him no thanks, I don’t dig the idea of fucking some slut even as my dick started to stir in my pants.  He kept trying to convince me and I finally asked him who it was.  I was shocked when he told me.

“Anderson, the fueler girl.  She has some friends who let her use their air-conditioned offices at night to watch movies.  I ran into her one night when she was headed over there and she invited me along.  One thing led to another and, well…” he trailed off.

I knew the girl.  Andy is what we all called her.  I’d known her before we deployed and the girl is HOT!  She’s definitely not a slut.  When she’d get off duty back home she’d put on regular clothes and you could see what the baggy uniforms hid all day.  She was really pretty, awesome figure, smart as hell, and refused every GI who asked her out.  Me included.  I had spent many nights before we left with my dick in my hand and her in my mind.

I told him how she’d shot me down before and if she had to be a slut if she wanted him to just bring any guy with him that night.

“Not just any guy.  There’s only 2 guys she’s willing to have me bring; you or that tall guy in Operations.  I forget his name.”

My dick stirred a bit more.  I felt it roll over off my leg and stiffen just the tiniest bit.

“I’ll think about it.  What time?”

“1800.  Let me know before 1600 so I can ask that other guy.”

 

At 1730 I was a wreck.  I had already showered, shaved, and found a clean pair of underwear.  My heart was pounding in the back of my throat, the blood was rushing through my brain creating a sound akin to a wind tunnel, and my dick was so hard I thought maybe I should have forgotten about putting on underwear at all.

I was waiting for Major T. to show up and having a conniption.  He was late and I was starting to think he’d been playing a joke on me.  I’d kill him if he was.  I was also trying to figure out where this office was.  The airfield we lived on was pretty nice since we’d built it up over the summer, but there were less than half a dozen buildings.  Only two were of any size where there would be offices and neither seemed likely.  There was the Terminal where all the Big Wigs worked like the General and his staff, and then there was the control tower where the aviation guys worked and lived.  Where the fuck were we going?  Where the fuck was Major T.?

He eventually showed up but he was pretty late and we had to walk fast to be there on time.  He said he didn’t want to piss her off.  She could be a little pouty with him and while it was sexy as hell, it also meant he ran the risk of REALLY pissing her off.

He led me to the Terminal and my mid was swirling with questions, pent up frustration and a sudden fear that literally stopped me in my tracks.

“What’s up?  You coming or what?”

“Uh, that’s the problem, actually.”

“You didn’t just, uh, in you pants…?”

“NO! But, well, see, Anderson is really hot.”

He looked at me like I’d just been awarded my Master’s Degree in Stating the Obvious.  “No kidding,” he finally said.

“Well, it’s just that it’s been a really long time for me and she’s really hot and I was just thinking how bad it would be…,”  I broke off at the sound of his laughter.

“You’re worried you’ll shoot your load in less than 30 seconds.”  There was no malice in his voice.

“More like 10,” I said.  “Maybe I should kinda go over there,” pointing at some trees, “and, uh, prepare myself before I get inside.”

“If you really want to, but she’ll probably like it if you don’t.  Trust me.”

I was still uncertain.  I kept imaging this hot chick laughing at me when I shot my load as I was still unbuttoning my pants.  And if she laughed one of two things would happen.  I’d either not be able to get hard again, or I’d get hard and she wouldn’t want me after all.

“My first night in that office I had my pants around my ankles and she was reaching out to grab me and I shot my wad in her face before she even touched me.  She loved it!”

I was dumbfounded.  I just stood there trying to figure out what on earth this girl found arousing about something like that.  I also kept imagining her face with cum dripping down it and my cock swelled even more.  I was decided.

We entered the terminal and Major T. led me up these nice marble stairs, down a hallway that looked like it should be in a NYC crack house, through a room full of computers and to a large polished wood door.  The contrasts in this place were adding to my confusion.  This whole experience was like some fever-induced dream where you find yourself wandering around a mad house with crazy people jumping out at you and mirrors distorting your reflection so much that you forget what you look like.

“Before we go in there I want to set a couple things straight.  You cannot tell anyone about this.    Also, you’ll have to leave your weapon there,” he pointed to a weapons rack against the wall where a SAW was already locked in.  “If you need a lock there’s some on the counter there.”  I locked my weapon in and Tom passed me his.  When both were secure, I turned back to him.

“I am married and will get into a lot of trouble if anyone knows about this.  I’m also an Officer and she’s only a PFC so they’ll get me on that, too.  I’ll lose my wife and son if I get found out.  You tell anyone and I’ll kill you.  No exaggeration.  I will end your life if you jeopardize my future with my wife and son.  I’ll kill you if you tarnish his girl’s reputation.  I don’t want people thinking she’s a barracks slut because she isn’t.  If you can’t abide by this, leave now.”

“I won’t tell a soul, Sir.”

He smiled then.  “I knew I forgot something.  My name’s Tom.  As long as were here I’d prefer you to call me that.  And I’d prefer to call you by your first name, as well.”

“No problem.  I’m Jake.”

“Andy’s still Andy, by the way.  I guess even her folks call her that and always have.”

“Anything else?”

By way of answer he opened the door.  On the other side was a lavish office, even by American standards.  Never mind we were in a bombed out city in Iraq, the Land That God Forgot.  Huge mahogany desk, leather winged back chair, big flat screen TV with a stereo, marble floor with deep pile rugs, big comfy couch against one wall, and in the middle of it all, there was Andy.

She had her hair down and I realized I’d forgotten it was curly.  I’d forgotten she had a beautiful smile and cute dimples hiding under her combat façade.  She wasn’t just the fueler girl, or a machine gunner putting her life on the line for convoys.  She was all of those things, but she was a woman, too.  Talk about contrasts.

“You guys coming in, or what?” she smiled.

I heard Tom gulp beside me.  I knew how he felt.  I took a shaky step into the room, unsure of what to do.

Tom walked purposefully past me and they hugged.  And then they kissed.  I just stood there while watching these two share the most passionate kiss I’d ever seen.  They broke off and she started unbuttoning his shirt.  She took it off and the T-shirt, too.  I watched her run her hands down his chest and my groin tightened in jealousy, lust, and voyeuristic thrill.

Her eyes seemed to drink him up as she started removing his pants.  I felt weird when his bare ass came into view.  I started to move to the right so I wouldn’t be staring straight at it, but then she knelt in front of him and I changed direction.  I’d never seen another guys hard dick before, but I really wanted to see his go into her mouth.

She licked at it as she fondled his balls and then she took the whole thing in his mouth in one swallow.  I was unbuttoning my pants to free my cock when she beckoned me nearer.  I took a few steps but she kept motioning me forward so I kept walking and unbuttoning until I was right next to Tom, standing over her.

She took her mouth off him.  “Take it out,” she panted.  “I want to see you.  I want to see you make yourself cum while I suck him.”

I kicked off my boots and pulled my pants off.  My socks did that really cool trick socks do when they come off with your pants.  I had lost my uniform top sometime so I was just standing there in my T-shirt.  I took hold of my cock for the first time in 6 months and started stroking it.  Andy’s head was bobbing up and down on Tom’s dick not 6 inches in front of me.  I felt the cum boiling in my sack and with a series of loud grunts I shot my load all over the right side of Andy’s face.

For the first time since I was about 14 my dick stayed hard after I came.  I kept stroking it and milking it until Andy took me into her mouth.  I shot another full load into her mouth and it built in intensity when I realized she was swallowing.  I’d never met a chick that swallows before!

Tom was standing next to me stroking his cock as Andy milked the last drops from me.  He had a smile on his face when I looked at him.  “Told ya, man.  She’s the greatest!”

I nodded my agreement and closed my eyes.  I nearly fell over when Andy took her hands off my ass.  I was so drained that I could barely stand.  Andy led me to the couch and lay me down.  She did a little strip tease in front of me before climbing on top.

“Tom, honey, I’m going to fuck Jake really hard while you watch.  I want you to shove your cock in my ass just before you come.”

I almost came myself when she said that.  It had been so long since I’d had my dick in a wet pussy and as she slid down on my member I thought I was in heaven.  She was breathing very heavily and her tits were bouncing up and down in front of my face.  I was thrusting madly upwards, trying to match her stroke for stroke when I felt Tom shove into her.  Feeling his cock through her wall made every thrust into something so exquisite I never wanted it to end.

He let out a low groan and then they both stopped moving.  About 10 seconds later I felt his cock pulse and then the cum emptying into Andy’s ass.  Each shot created another pulse and the sensation it caused running up my own hard shaft made me blow my wad, too.

“Oh, god, oh, god, oh my FUCKING god!  You’re both cumming!  I have a man cumming in my ass and a man cumming in my pussy!  Oh!  My!  God!”  Andy shrieked.  With that I felt her pussy clamp down on my dick and her orgasm flooded over me.  Tom and I both had our arms around her but that didn’t stop her from shaking uncontrollably as she came.

I’ve always been jealous of how long the woman’s orgasm is.  It seems to go on forever and that night as I felt her pussy convulsing around my cock as the last contractions in Tom’s balls pushed his cum upwards against me, I came again.

I fell back on the couch and let my arms fall by my sides.  I felt Andy relaxing on top of me and then she and Tom were laying down on me.  I had never been so satisfied in my life.  I would have slept there just like that if it weren’t so risky.  We didn’t need the office owner to come in next morning and find us there like that.

I could hardly get dressed and they had to help me gets my boots tied.  I waited in the hall, retrieving our weapons while Andy and Tom said their goodnights.  I was so tired that I didn’t have a single thought in my head.  As Tom led me back to our tent he asked if I wanted to go back the next night.

“Dude, are you kidding?  What do you think?!”

 

 

buildingdude@msn.com

 

 

My kind of deal; just what I was looking for: cheap-ass entertainment.

           

            The smell hit me as soon as I walked through the doors. Every stroke shop I’ve ever been in has the same nasty funk hanging in the air, soaked into the woodwork - a gagging combination of dry, stale cum uneasily mingling with huge quantities of bleach and topped off with clouds of cigarette smoke; all of that fighting to be noticed under a hefty veil of depressing creepiness. At least the air conditioning was turned on,

 

I steeled myself, ignored the odor and moved past the blow-up doll displays, the racks of sex toys, the greasy, fingerprint-smeared glass counters full of colorful liquids and gels and condom packets. Nodded to the bored pierced, tattooed twenty-something’s lounging behind the counter, whose torn thrift-shop attire and purple and blue-dyed hair guaranteed them a life of great minimum-wage gigs just like this one. One of the two, an emaciated girl who was pulling off a great impression of a serious heroin addict, ignored me completely. Her companion glared at me sullenly, like I was going to try to shoplift a dildo or maybe, more likely, because I looked too much like his dad. I grinned and found the DVD’s for rent, racks of porn shelved along the walls and lined up on homemade shelving units in haphazard rows just past a pair of sensor alarm gates, a ton of smut tucked comfortably away in a room the size of a small warehouse.

           

            I took my time picking out my movies, going for the absolutely nastiest hardcore I could find, not wanting to really touch anything. Thank God for all that bleach. Even so, the CD jackets felt and looked greasy; and then I remembered the junkie-punks lounging at the counter, and guessed I knew how motivated they probably were to keep everything clean and germ free. I made sure to hold the movies like I would a dead skunk, using the tips of my fingers. I found an anal gang-bang orgy (‘Two hours of hardcore DP penetration!), a best-of chicks-with-dicks, a couple of rough sex sets and one or two seriously disturbing anime titles, tossed my choices on the counter. Heroin Girl had disappeared. Her buddy was eating a cold cheeseburger that might have been a day old, licking ketchup off his fingers and watching a video monitor, a movie with several couples humping in fast-forward. They looked a bit like bunnies fucking. Junkie-Boy roused himself enough to pause whatever he was screening, set me up with a rental account, drop my DVD’s into a black plastic bag and take my money. Then he went back to his choice of dinner theater. Heroin Girl was outside smoking a cigarette as I left. I smiled at her.

           

            “You have a nice day,” I said.

           

            She gave me a dose of full-on, disdainful punk-rock attitude, and wrinkled up her nose at me. I wondered if maybe I smelled like I’d been squirted by that imaginary dead skunk.  “Fuck-off, scumbag.”

           

            She took a last drag and flicked her smoldering butt into the gravel alongside a few dozen other dead cigarettes; ground it out under the heel of her heavy Doc Martin boot. She rolled her eyes theatrically, and I watched her grumble while she clunked all the way back to the counter to not do her crappy job some more. Tough life, I thought. Then I shrugged, got in my car and drove home through the heat to my air-conditioned house and my DVD player.

           

***

 

Twenty minutes later, I was naked and spread-eagled on the couch with my mouth open and my chin drooping onto my chest, bored to tears. I understood why Junkie-Boy in the porn shop was fast-forwarding through his movie. I had one of my hard-chosen video picks on, my limp dick in one hand and the remote in the other, watching some young dyed-blonde bitch with huge fake tits unenthusiastically blow-jobbing her way through twenty or thirty guys (who all seemed to be having the same case of erectile dysfunction that I was currently having) when the phone rang. I did the same thing the kid at the store did when I interrupted him: I hit pause on the remote. Then I answered the phone.

 

            “Hello?” I croaked.

 

            “Um, Grove? Is that you?” A soft female voice; musical and smooth like honey. It sounded vaguely familiar.

 

            “Uh-huh…” I mumbled, still trying to place the voice.

 

“This is Elizabeth. You remember?”

 

            Oh God, I thought. Elizabeth. An old friend of my last girlfriend, April, from time gone by; I’d met her once or twice, but April hadn’t seen much of Elizabeth since she married some uber-buff, male-model looking, upwardly-mobile freak of nature and stopped hanging out with anybody who either wasn’t in the beautiful people crowd or who didn’t earn half-a-million bucks a year. I half-remembered a crazily exotic, gorgeous woman, and guilty visions of wide, almond shaped eyes, thick brown hair, rich caramel skin and lush curves washed through my head. I fully remembered feelings of total and complete inadequacy the few times I’d been around her. Thanks to the images assaulting my senses, the skanky blonde frozen on my television screen suddenly morphed into a composite version of the Elizabeth I was seeing in my head.

 

            My throat went dry, and my dick actually, finally, twitched. “Yeah…yeah, of course I remember…”

 

            I swear I could almost hear her grinning through the phone. “Cool. I’d hate to think you’d forget me.”

 

            “No chance,” I said, the words sounding like crunchy shards of glass.

 

            “Ah, you’re still a sweetie, aren’t you?”

 

Sweetie, she said. All of a sudden, I was getting a little light-headed. I managed a laugh. “If you say so.”

 

She laughed too. More honey, dripping. The sound sent a shiver down my back. “Is April around?” she asked.

 

“Um, no…  She’s been living in Europe, with her folks. Sorry.”

 

“Europe? So…what about you guys?”

 

“Yeah,” I said. “Things just, you know…didn’t last.”

 

Oh. Well… Shit. I’m sorry. I was going to invite her to this…party I was having Friday night.”

 

“That’s too bad. I’m sure she would’ve liked to go.” I didn’t know what else to say. There was a long, pregnant pause. I listened to the crackling void on the other end of the phone line, and I had the sinking feeling that our strained little conversation was over. Then Liz surprised me.

 

“Hey, well, how would you like to come, Grove?”

 

I blinked. “Really?”

 

“Yeah. I know it’s kind of late notice, and it’s…a little silly, I guess, kind of a girlie thing, you know? I mean, you might not be interested, but I need to bring someone…” She drifted off.

 

For a second, I wondered why she was asking me to come, not her husband. But that thought lasted the blink of an eye; if it meant seeing Liz again, there was no way I was going to refuse. I was honestly kind of curious anyway. And besides, my dick was harder than it’d been all morning, even after watching five bucks worth of porn. I didn’t have any big plans for Friday. What did I have to lose?

 

“What kind of ‘girlie thing’ are we talking about?” I asked.

 

She laughed again, nervously, I thought. I wondered what about talking to me could make Liz nervous. “It’s kind of…a…a lingerie party.”

 

My turn to laugh. Liz stayed quiet. I blinked, waited a beat before answering with a dumbfounded, “You’re kidding, right?”

 

Liz sighed on the other end of the line, then, matter-of-factly, “No.”

 

“You want me to come to a lingerie party.”

 

“Yeah, if you want….I mean, I know it sounds weird, but I promised there would be a bunch of us, and most of the girls I know are going to be there, but…” She paused, took a breath. “You know, you don’t have to buy anything if you don’t want to, but you could get a gift for April, and there’s going to be some stuff for guys too…leopard skin underwear, stuff like that…”

 

I chewed it over. Thought about maybe being the only guy in a roomful of tipsy, scantily-clad women. Thought about what April was going to say when she found out.

 

I made up my mind. I was in. “Hey, sure Liz. It’ll be fun.”

 

“Really?” She sounded almost relieved. “You’ll come?”

 

“Yeah, I…”

 

“That’s great! Everybody’s going to get here about eight. Here let me give you my phone number and the directions to my house…”

 

“Okay, hold on and let me find a pen…”

 

I sat up and scribbled some notes on the back of my video receipt. Liz thanked me again, and we both hung up. I sat there with the phone in my lap for a long minute. Then I grinned and went back to my movie, and this time I didn’t have any trouble getting it up.

 

***

 

“No shit?”

 

            It was the next afternoon, Thursday, and I was eating lunch with my buddy Andre at a cheap mexi-café we liked, seated outside at a curbside table under a canvas umbrella. Andre was finishing up a taco platter; I was snacking on a huge, spicy pile of cheese and salsa dripping nachos.

 

            I nodded, popped a jalapeno pepper in my mouth and chewed happily, savoring the oily burn. I’d just filled Andre in on yesterday’s events. He’d met Elizabeth once, after April and I bought our home, at our housewarming party. A long time ago, it seemed. I could see from his eyes that he had the same memories of her that I did. I grinned and wiped my hands on my napkin while I confirmed the question.

 

“Yep. The whole truth, brotha. No shit.”

 

            Andre leaned back. The aluminum chair under his big ass squeaked and groaned. He adjusted his Yankees cap, wiped fingers down his wiry goatee, shook his head.

 

“Damn, man. Shit like this isn’t fair. I knew that girl was a shark the minute I laid eyes on her.” He crossed his arms, chewed on his lip. “How come she invited you? Does that tall mocha drink dig the white boy cream?”

 

            I shrugged and sipped cold beer. The burn receded to a constant, pleasant tingle at the back of my tongue. “Hell if I know.”

 

            “You know, if she finds out – and you know she’s gonna – April’s gonna eat you alive if any shit happens.”

 

            “She will even if nothing happens.” I said, digging back into the pile of chips. “I’ll just cross my fingers. But nothing’s going to happen, you know, Liz is married, man, to some dude way out of my league.”

 

            “Doesn’t matter,” Andre waved that comment on by. “You said it didn’t sound like he’d be around anyway, right? You get there, all that pussy spread out on the couch and what-not; they’ll all be drinking wine, getting’ all tipsy and giggly, next thing you know they’ll be trying on the frilly panties and shit, modeling for you…then, BAM! You’ll be on the floor, humping away; drunk, horny bitches lined up to be fuckin’ you…”

 

            I snorted. “Right.”

 

            “Look, Grove,” he pointed a finger at my cell phone. “Reg and I’ll be at Tin’s club tomorrow night, maxin’ with Barry and his boys.”

 

“They’re playing?” I asked. We’d known Barry from way back. He’d been a fixture on the local music scene since we were all in college together. Now he was heading up some retro-funk band that had been scaring up some hot press lately.

 

“Yeah. Tin’s isn’t too far from where you’re gonna be, right? Only what – ten, fifteen minutes away? Anyway, you need some help handling all that pussy, you call us.” Andre leered, showing off a mouthful of big white teeth. He picked up his last taco and poured half a bottle hot sauce over it. “An’ we’ll come a’ runnin’.”

 

“Thanks, man. I appreciate that.”

 

“You bet, baby, you bet. Anything for a friend. Right, homeboy?” Andre took a huge bite. Half the taco disappeared. He chewed, bobbing his head in time to a reggae song pouring out of the café’s outside speaker system. “I’m mister thoughtful, you know that.”

 

***

 

I was running late Friday night. Got off work late and immediately got stuck in a massive snarl of traffic. Bumper to bumper for as far as the eye could see. I veered off the freeway at the closest exit to my house, stopped for a quick burger at a fast food drive-through, got stuck behind a soccer-mom’s van that was idling, belching black smoke. When I finally pulled back out into the streets, I opened my bag of food, only to discover the goon at the window got my order all wrong. Fuck it – I didn’t have time to go back and complain. I grumbled, but scarfed the shit down anyway, and took side streets the rest of the way home. Parked in the driveway and ran inside at twenty-to-eight, grabbed a quick shower, dressed, checked myself in the full-length mirror in the bedroom, frowned, dressed again. By the time I pulled up at Liz’s curb, it was a quarter past, and the street around her house was full of expensive luxury cars. I found a spot a ways up the hill, parked, beeped my car locked, and walked back, carrying a bottle of decent wine I’d picked up during my lunch hour.

 

It was clear that Liz and her husband liked their privacy. Their house was big and old, set far back from the road on a good-sized chunk of real estate. The thing must’ve cost a fortune. Leafy, box-trimmed hedges surrounded the large, fresh-cut, forest green lawn, isolating the house further from the neighbors. All the lights inside were turned on. I opened the rod-iron gate and went down the front path to the door, rang the bell. Made sure my reflection looked good while the chime gonged somewhere deep in the house.

 

I was about to ring again when a lock clicked open, and I heard that magic voice, the honey muffled behind the heavy wood door. Then the door opened, and Liz was there, smiling at me, smothering me with a wave of pure physical force. She was wearing a simple black dress that hugged every perfect curve, black silk stockings, and polished black stiletto heels. She nonchalantly tugged a flopped-down spaghetti strap back over a shapely, nut-brown shoulder and pulled me inside.

 

“Grove! I didn’t think you were going to make it!” She said, and pushed the door gently closed. It clicked shut.

 

I grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, sorry about that. Work…you know?”

 

She shook her head. Long silver baubles dangled from her earlobes, diamonds flashed in the light. Her dark eyes sparkled.

 

“No,” she laughed, “not really.”

 

“Here,” I said, and awkwardly held out the bottle of wine. “I brought this for you.”

 

            She took the bottle and smiled, barely looked at it. Her eyes were still on mine.

 

“Oh, baby, you didn’t need to do that.”

 

“Well, you know, it’s a party and all…”

 

She stepped close and hugged me. Her hair was cut shorter than I remembered, curling in waves close to her neck. A wispy brown lock tickled my nose, and felt her breath warm at the side of my throat. I hugged her back, feeling her body press tight against me. I got that lightheaded feeling again, and my dick began tingling, got harder than it had been during any of my recent jack-off time. I caught a whiff of perfume, sweet and subtle, that I barely referenced past my sudden sensory overload. There was something else in the air too, sharp and pungent, smelling like cinnamon; candles, or incense, maybe.

 

We parted, and she took a second, looked me up and down. “You haven’t changed a bit, have you?” she asked.

 

I wasn’t too sure how to take that, but she looked approving. “I guess not.”

 

“You look good enough to eat…” She smiled. Then she took my arm, wrapped it up in hers. “C’mon, let’s go introduce you to the girls…”

 

***

           

Liz walked me to the living room and made her introductions. I nodded as she ticked off the names she was telling me, making an effort to match names with faces, and even managing to remember a few. Andre about had it right: there were maybe twenty gorgeous women; some younger, some older, all dressed to the hilt, sipping wine and fruity mixed drinks. They were sitting in a loose semi-circle, on the sofa and in chairs; all positioned facing another, extremely busty older woman, primly dressed in a close-fitted business suit and skirt. She looked like she’d just stepped out of a Vanity Fair spread. Boxes and bags of things were spread out on the coffee table and tucked around her feet. Each of the ladies smiled appraisingly at me. I almost felt like I was dessert, just being brought out after a tasty meal.

 

            “So,” I said, glancing around. “Where’s uh, what’s his name…”

 

            “Doug?”

 

            That was pretty boy’s name. “Yeah, Doug.”

 

“Oh, he won’t be coming home.” Liz waved away the subject, instead asked, “Can I get you something to drink?”

 

            “Um, sure. Anything’s okay.”

 

            She flitted over to the bar, came back with a glass of something cold. Latched right back onto my arm. “Here, try it.”

 

            Every eye was still on me. I was definitely starting to feel like I was on display, definitely the odd man out. “Uh, cheers,” I said, and took a tentative sip. The drink was sweet, with a slight tang of alcohol and an almost bitter undercurrent of something I couldn’t place. For a second, I had a crazy feeling, remembering the old Agatha Christie type mysteries, where the detective has solved the murder, declaring death by poisoning, and goes on to describe how arsenic was supposed to taste, like bitter almonds. “Mm,” I mumbled, pushing the paranoid thought away. “That’s pretty good.”

 

            It was like a sigh of acceptance passed through the room. Liz smiled up at me. My head was absolutely swimming, being this close to her.

 

            The older woman with all the packages licked her red painted lips with the corner of a tiny pink tongue. She patted her silver hair, made sure it was in place, pulled back in a severe bun. She winked at me. “Well,” she said. “Let’s make our guest comfortable and get started, shall we?”

 

            Next to me, still clinging to my arm, Liz almost curtsied. “Of course, Sarah. Sorry, all.” She turned to me, whispered, “Here, sit by me.”

 

            I let Liz pull me to the couch. The two women sitting there shifted to make room. A blonde in her early twenties patted the cushion next to her hip, smiled invitingly. We sat down. Liz set the bottle of wine in a bucket of ice on the table, and I wondered how much wine they’d already gone through. I wiggled in between the blonde and Liz, suddenly enjoying the press of warm female bodies next to me. I looked around; found that I was still the center of attention: the ladies stared and demurely sipped their drinks; the blonde who’d scooted over to make room smiled and practically nuzzled up next to me. Liz put her hand possessively on my thigh, and I almost jumped. She patted my leg, and I noticed that she wasn’t wearing her wedding ring.

 

            I blinked, wondering…

 

The woman named Sarah clapped her hands, and all the attention immediately snapped back in her direction. “Back to business,” she said, smiled sweetly, and opened the bag sitting in front of her, rooted around. Tissue paper rustled. I took another sip of my drink, caught some of the women glancing at me out of the corner of their eyes. I raised my eyebrows, got more smiles. The blonde, I think her name was Kate, shifted, and her breast brushed my elbow. I tried to shrink my six-foot-two self into a smaller space and failed. Her breast stayed where it was. It was a nice, soft breast. Even so, I moved slightly closer to Liz, who started gently petting the inside of my leg. The blonde scooted closer, her big, soft boob again connecting with my elbow.

 

I swallowed hard.

 

There was a quiet murmur around the room, and all the attention focused back towards the front, to Sarah. “Okay, our first item would look fantastic on our new friend tonight, I think…” Sarah smiled my way as she said that, and held up a pair of heavy padded leather handcuffs.

 

            “Holy shit,” I whispered. The blonde took my free arm and pressed my hand to her leg. I stared, and then took another slug from my glass as Liz’s hand found my crotch and continued its slow, steady petting.

 

***

           

Forty-five minutes later, I was working on my fourth or fifth drink. I was tipsy enough to have lost count. Most of the bags and boxes were empty, I was horny as all hell, and my head was reeling. I wondered why; the drinks didn’t seem all that strong. Women had disappeared into the bedrooms, come back wearing skimpy silk and lace outfits, each one with less material than the last. Women drank and laughed while teasing me with little buzzing clit-stimulators and huge strap-on vibrators. The blonde next to me, Kate, was now naked except for a white satin push-up bra and a pair of crotchless panties. I knew they were crotchless because my fingertips were exploring and told me so. Sarah had taken off her suit top and skirt, and she was now standing with a small riding crop, modeling the black corset and stockings she’d had on underneath her clothes. She wore the outfit like an old pro. Liz was still in her dress, except both the straps were down off her shoulders now, and to me she looked sexier than any of the other ladies who were parading around in their new undies. She had her arm around my shoulder. She and Kate were both brazenly nuzzling my neck; Liz’s wandering hand had long since found the zipper to my pants and had disappeared inside; Blondie had unbuttoned most of my shirt, and was tickling my chest with her fingernails. I could see Sarah smiling at me with a wicked gleam in her eye. She smacked the tough leather crop down hard into her palm, and I jumped. Other eyes were beginning to turn our way…

 

The sensation around my crotch was driving me out of my mind. Liz had me hard as a rock. Andre’s voice was playing over-and-over, like a loop reel in my head, ‘…next thing you know they’ll be trying on the frilly shit, modeling it for you…then, BAM! You’ll be on the floor, humping away…’

 

“Whooo,” I muttered. “Need to use the bathroom, I think.”

 

Kate pouted as I extracted my hand from between her legs. Liz paused, gave me that seductive smile again, pointed. “Upstairs, first door on the left.”

 

“’Kay,” I said. “Back in a minute.”

 

“You hurry.”

 

“Oh, yeah.” I nodded.

 

I excused myself and carefully wandered up the stairs, using the banister to steady myself. My head was spinning badly. I rounded the corner, found the bathroom. My dick was hanging out of my open pants, pointing straight out at an angle. I washed my hands and rinsed my face with cold water. I thought about what was going to happen when I want back downstairs, and stared at my dripping face in the mirror, realizing the blood pressure pounding through my dick wasn’t letting up. I was getting more than a little panicked. Shit, I thought. This isn’t natural. Did Liz drug me?

 

Carefully, I left the bathroom and snuck a look around the corner, used my cell phone to zoom in and snap a picture. I crept back into the bathroom and shut the door, sat on the edge of the bathtub, called Andre. He answered on the second ring. I could hear a crowd, but no music. I guessed he was already at the club, but it was still too early for the band to have started.

 

“Hey mutherfucker,” he shouted over the noise. “’Was’up? Where you at?”

 

“Dude, I’m here.” I hissed.

 

“Where?”

 

I shook my head. He sounded drunker than I felt, but I knew it was more an act for the benefit of whoever was at the bar around him. Andre didn’t drink anything except mineral water. He thought everything else was poison aimed at the righteous black man.

 

“I’m at that party I was telling you about.”

 

It took him a beat. “The bitch party?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Sssshhhiiiiit. You bangin’ yet?”

 

“Andre, shut up, dammit. I need your help.”

 

“Boy, a real man in yo’ place wouldn’t need no help.” He laughed.

 

I groaned. “Man, I’m not Captain Jim-fucking-Kirk, alright?”

 

More laughter.

 

“Look, I’m sending you a picture. Check it out. I’m trapped here with a couple dozen drunk, freaky women, and as cool as that sounds, I’m not eighteen fucking years old anymore, you know what I’m saying? I need some god-damn, dick-swinging help here, right now!”

 

I could hear Reg in the background, asking what was up. Andre was laughing so hard he could barely talk. “Shit, man, I was just fuckin’ around wit’ you, Grove, you know you my boy…”

 

I cut him off. “Just look at the damn picture. Okay? You remember the address?”

 

“Well, yeah. Yeah, homeboy, but…”

 

“Good. Hurry.”

 

I disconnected the line, mailed off the picture. As soon as it was sent, I stood, pocketed the phone and opened the bathroom door. I stepped out into the hall, right in front of a tidal wave of drunk and horny womanhood, surging up the stairs. Sarah and Liz led the charge. They stopped barely a foot away from me. Sarah ran the tip of her riding crop up and down my chest.

 

“Well, well. We thought you ran away.”

 

“Oh, no,” I said, as I was surrounded by the flow of curvaceous, scantily clad bodies. “I was just coming back to join the party.”

 

“That’s very sweet. Liz told me you were a sweet boy.” Sarah smiled, and her eyes no longer held that bright, mischievous quality I thought I’d seen early. Now they looked…hungry.

 

“Yeah, well…” I started. Small, warm hands were slowly touching me, running all over. I noticed Liz take my hand, felt a thick leather strap wrap around my wrist. “Hey, now! Uh, look, why don’t we go back down and…”

 

“I don’t think so, sweet boy.”

 

Sarah looked at Liz, who buckled the leather handcuffs tight. I was pushed and pulled over backwards. I lost my balance and fell into the mass of flesh, and then they were all over me. I struggled, but they pinned me to the floor and easily pulled my arms up over my head, tightened the straps of another cuff on my other arm, and then they started ripping at my clothes. I freaked. Started to yell, and Sarah nodded to Liz. She knelt by my head, I looked at her pleadingly, and when I opened my mouth, she stuffed a hard rubber ball inside, then wrapped it in a leather gag and buckled it around my head. My shoes and socks were pulled off, my pants and underwear followed fast, and my shirt was torn to shreds. Hungry, lusting eyes stared at me from above. More cuffs were clamped around my ankles. Sarah straddled my naked body, lightly stroked my swollen cock with her whip. The damn thing throbbed and twitched as she probed at it.

 

“We’ve come to bring the…party…to you.”

 

***

 

Andre snapped his flip-phone shut, slapped it down on the counter, feeling a little bit pissed at his best friend. He remembered Elizabeth, all right, remembered how fine she was, and he just couldn’t figure why Grove sounded so upset. Reg was sitting on the barstool opposite, staring at him, waiting for him to say something. On stage, Barry and the band were just getting their equipment set up, getting ready for their sound check.

 

            “What?”

 

            “Dunno.” Andre shrugged. “Homeboy’s nuts, man.”

 

            The sound tech in the upper booth called check; on stage, the band’s drummer lit into a groove, then Barry joined in with a heavy, rubbery base line. They sounded good-to-go to Andre. He was standing, ready to join the crowd already pushing up to the edge of the stage, but paused as his cell vibrated. Andre checked the phone’s screen: mail from Grove. He flipped open his phone, hit a button, and his jaw dropped.

 

            “What?” Reg repeated over the roar of the crowd. “What the fuck’s goin’ on?”

 

            “Look.”

 

Andre held out the phone. Reg squinted, blinked, looked up at Andre.

 

“That what I think it is?” he said.

 

Andre just nodded.

 

“We outta here?” Reg asked.

 

A beat, then they both nodded together.

 

“YO! BARRY!”

 

Andre cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed while Reg wildly waved his arms. Barry glanced up, confused, spotted his friends and shrugged, as if to say, what?

“WE’LL CHECK YOU LATER, BRO!”

 

Then they were pushing out of the club, heading towards Andre’s car.

 

***

 

The women dragged me, kicking and squirming, down the hall to the large master bedroom. Liz opened the door, and they hauled me onto a king-size bed. A heavy plastic sheet crackled underneath me. They gathered around the bed, several of them spreading my arms and legs into a wide X-shape. They cuffed my wrists to a heavy iron headboard and my legs to strong iron posts below. They hushed as Sarah straddled my legs, positioned her hips over my knees. She flicked the leather thong at the tip of her riding at my nipples, stinging. She used it to caress me, slid the tip along my jaw.

 

“Now, Sweet,” she whispered. “Don’t be frightened. You’ve been chosen, just for this, specially, by my dear Elizabeth.”

 

Liz smiled vacantly. Like there was nobody home.

 

Sarah slid forward, easing herself over my throbbing cock.

 

“Do you like that, Sweet?” Sarah hissed through clenched teeth. “Don’t you like being so hard?” She reached between her legs and grabbed me, pulling my shaft towards warm, moist lips. “Just a little special powder that dear Elizabeth slipped into your drinks, so you’ll be able to pleasure us for hours and hours.”

 

I closed my eyes as she sank onto me, wiggling like a snake, her pussy taking me in, inch by inch. A low hum filled the room, and I opened my eyes. Sarah had her whip in one hand, balled into a tiny fist and braced on my chest; the other was busy untying the red satin ribbon binding her corset closed. Her eyes were closed tight, a look of pure rapture etched on her smooth face. In the dim light, her pale skin shined like porcelain. Liz knelt on the bed at the left side of my head, eyes closed, her body swaying slightly. She stroked my hair. The hem of her dress was pulled up over her hips, her fingers lightly rubbing her between her thighs. Blondie was on my right, and she’d taken a different approach: she’d pressed her body against the wall by my trapped hand and jammed my fingers into her pussy. Warm juice flowed down over my wrist. The other women around me chanted in a single, sing-song voice, their eyes flickering, bodies moving as one.

 

Above me, Sarah’s hips began a slow, serpentine writhing. She bent forward; mashing her heavy tits into my chest, the soft muscles in her pussy squeezing and releasing my cock as she moved. Her lips grazed my neck, nibbled gently at the hollow of my throat. She opened her eyes and smiled, whipped my side with her crop. I grunted into the gag and my entire body lurched up off the bed with the sudden, stinging pain. She whipped me again, and again, from side to side, each lash stinging, making me twist under her, try to flinch away, but it just drove me further up inside her.

 

“Move, sweet boy. Move with me…”

 

She kept her face level with mine, one hand grabbing my throat, choking me; she hit me harder and faster, until I was bucking spasmodically underneath her, my cock driving up into her pussy. She grunted with effort, and her eyes seemed to cloud over with pleasure as she hurt me, relishing my pain, whipping me into a frenzy.

 

“That’s it…” she moaned softly, “Ummm…so big and hard…,” Her voice changed, dropped to a hiss, a whisper, “You know Sweet, dear Elizabeth slipped you a tiny bit of a very strong drug in each of your drinks…mmmm…that’s it, right…there…mmm, just like that, Sweet…that’s…beautiful…” She gasped and dug her red fingernails into the soft skin of my neck. She swallowed me completely inside, sucking me fully into her warm, juicy cunt. She squirmed happily, rubbing her round bottom on my groin. “Each drink had a large enough dose to make you stay hard and lively for all of us to enjoy you, no matter how many times we decide to take you. Isn’t that wonderful? Mmmmmmm…ohhh…”

 

She licked a finger, ran it down my forehead, over my cheek, and tickled the gag in my mouth. Wiped away the spit oozing down my face; licked her fingers clean. She laughed and began grinding, moving harder and faster, raking her nails over my chest and shoulders hard enough to draw blood. I groaned and cried out, the sounds completely muffled. Sarah fucked me slowly, her whip always working, turning my sides a beet red. Tears of paid and frustration joined the saliva pooling on the plastic under my head, but my dick seemed to have a mind of its own, throbbing painfully with ever tiny squeeze from her pussy.

 

When Sarah finally began to peak, the chanting around us rose to a crescendo. Most of the women I could see were openly masturbating. Sarah pushed away from me, arched her spine and threw her head back. She howled towards the ceiling, her huge tits bouncing, her butt grinding and slapping against my thighs. I fought and fought the urge to cum, but she finally won. She came with a long, sharp cry, her pussy clenching me so hard that I exploded with her, pumping thick white streams of cum, just as her hot juice ran and dribbled down my belly and thighs. Sarah collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, and I heard other women climax as well. I lay still, my cock still hard; aching and buried deep, moisture dripping onto the plastic sheet under my ass.

 

Minutes passed, and when Sarah sat up again, through the muted light, I could swear her eyes had turned to dark slits.

 

Sarah paused for a moment, distracted, like she was listening for something only she could hear, then smiled and turned to two of the younger women. “Well, well. Susan, Tabitha – it seems that Elizabeth’s friend here has taken it on himself to invite more guests. Most unexpected, but…they are just now arriving. Why don’t you go and greet them, offer them refreshments before bringing them back here, hmm?”

 

I could hear the girls mumble, “Of course, Mistress.” Then I heard Elizabeth’s doorbell chiming - once, twice - quietly, as if from very far away; and then the soft patter of the girls’ footsteps receding down the hall.

 

And while Sarah turned her attention back to me, through a blurry haze of drugs and pain, I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself and my friends into.

 

***

 

“There, that’s it.”

 

            Andre drove past the house, hunting for a place to park. That was the address, for sure, her thought, and damn, Grove wasn’t kidding about the party being packed. There were cars lined up halfway up and down the block. He cruised up a short hill, spotted Grove’s car.

 

“Lookie-lookie,” Andre hummed, tapping the steering wheel with his thumb. “Grove even saved a space for us…” How was that for luck? He pulled a fast u-turn, parked right behind Grove’s old Beamer, then they got out and walked.

 

“Damn, will you look at this shit?” Reg whistled when they got close. The house stank of big money.

 

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Andre noticed all the lights were on. “Looks like the party’s still happenin’, Yo.”

 

They followed the walkway to the porch, tapped the doorbell twice. Andre listened to the chime, deep inside, kept humming, feeling loose and horny, remembering the roomful of tiny, half-naked women in the picture Grove sent. Reg kept staring, soaking in the size of the place.

 

***

 

“That’s a good, sweet boy,” Sarah hissed, after the girls had gone. “You’ve given up your seed, as you were chosen to do. And now…”

 

Sarah grabbed her crop in both hands, and pulled hard. A tiny, silver knife slipped from its sheath hidden in the handle of the whip, and my eyes went wide. I tried to scream and shake my head no…no, please, no!; but Liz wrapped a fist in my hair, holding me still. The gleaming blade bit deep, sliced a jagged oval from my naval past my nipples. Fresh blood spurted, mingling with the blood still oozing from the scratches Sarah’s fingernails had dug into my skin. I screamed into the gag and thrashed like a madman. My limbs were still buckled tight, and I flopped uselessly around on the bed. Sarah bent and lapped at the warm, sticky blood flowing from the shallow gash she’d carved.

 

Then, with a sickening, gurgling laugh, Sarah lifted her head to mock my screams, and finally, she showed me her true face.

 

I stared, horrified, at the thing that was Sarah, as her ruby lips blackened and peeled away over glistening needle sharp fangs; her tongue rolled out, long and bloated and covered with bristles that stuck like barbs in my skin, ripping away thin strips of skin as she began to feed. All around me, the women were changing: their smooth, creamy skin giving way to pale, scaly, dead flesh. Round eyes turned to black slits, fingers to claws. And hovering just above me, April’s friend, Elizabeth: the beautiful Elizabeth; bending close, brutally mashing my head to the side, grinning obscenely as her lovely smile distended; hot saliva dripped from the yawning pit of her mouth, burning on my cheek as her jagged teeth tore at my throat…

 

***

 

When the door finally opened, both Andre and Reg thought they’d died and gone to heaven. They were greeted by two phenomenal looking bitches swishing twin crystal drinking glasses that were brimming with scotch poured over chipped ice, and they were decked out in some of the skimpiest, sexiest bra’s and panties Andre had ever seen outside of a magazine.

 

They were still standing there staring, goggle-eyed and open-mouthed, when the girls made the first move. One smiled at Reg, the other at Andre. Without uttering a word, the girls batted their eyes, handed the dumbfounded men the drinks, then took them by the arm and whisked them inside. Reg automatically took a huge swig, downing half the drink in a gulp. The girl on his arm looked on approvingly. Andre looked down at his glass, back at the girl smiling up at him.

 

“Well, hey. Thanks, girl. Mm, damn! What is this, whiskey? How did you know that’s just what I needed?”

 

The girl just kept on smiling. She snuggled close, pressed warm, luscious curves against him. She giggled and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Try some.”

 

“Well, yeah, alright…,” Andre gulped at her touch, his crotch jumping to attention. “Let’s get this party started, huh?” Andre reluctantly sipped his drink, hating the booze’s smell, hating the burn of the alcohol as it trickled down his throat, hating the buzz he knew he was going to get from having even just this one glass; wishing to hell it was soda water. But everybody was watching and he didn’t want to play the fool, so he sipped anyway, and that’s when the little Asian cutie on his arm reached out, giggling, and tipped his glass straight up. Ice chips clunked against Andre’s teeth, and the amber liquid splashed down his throat, over his shirt.

 

He came up sputtering, eyes burning, staring at his ruined silk shirt. Reg and the tiny redhead clutching his arm laughed like it was the funniest damn thing they’d ever seen.

 

“Dammit, look at this shit,” he growled.

 

Reg was biting the lip of his glass, still snickering. “Yo, man. You s’posed to drink it. Like this…” He took another gulp, downed the rest of his drink, and turned to his girl. “That’s damn good, baby. Got any more?”

 

“Mm-hmm,” she teased, pulling him over to the bar by the stairwell. “Right over here…”

 

Andre futilely brushed at the alcohol dripping off his chin. The Asian cutie pouted for a second, then stepped closer when he ignored her. She gave him an impish little smile, and then started popping open his shirt buttons.

 

He took an involuntary step back as buttons bounced and scattered onto the polished floor. “Whoa – hey now…!”

 

The girl stared up into Andre’s eyes, her hands massaging his bare chest. “Why don’t you just finish the rest of that, and then come upstairs with me and we’ll get you out of these wet clothes?”

 

“Um, okay…” He mumbled.

 

Andre took a last swig, swallowed with a wince. Then he let her take his hand, and found himself following her up the stairs, staring at her swishing ass. Reg and his girl were already halfway up, Reg stumbling a little, playfully pulling at her panties, the girl not doing much to stop him.

 

Andre’s eyes still stung. His vision blurred and he blinked hard, trying to clear it. The girl’s ass faded in and out. He realized he was about to get laid. Unbelievable. He hoped he wouldn’t have a hard time breaking out the condoms. He tried to think of something witty to say, to help break the tension. Came up with a lame, “So, Baby? What’s your name?”

 

She peeked over her shoulder. “Tabitha.”

 

“Tabitha…” Andre mumbled. He was already feeling a little bit juiced. That was some strong shit she made me guzzle, he thought. “We, uh, we were here to meet up with a friend of ours, a dude named Grover…er, well, he goes by Grove. White boy, but big, tall, you know? Played ball wit’ him back in school in the day…”

 

He was babbling. Shit felt all wrong, he needed some time to sort things out, get through the bleary haze that had taken over most of his skull. Tabitha seemed to notice he was hesitating, took him by the hand. “He’s right up here, sweetheart, in the bedroom with everybody else.”

 

“Oh, okay,” he nodded, as she pulled him on down the hall. “Hey – you say ‘sweetheart’?”

 

            For an answer, Tabitha gave him another enigmatic look, a look that sent his blood pounding.

 

Reg and his girl disappeared into a doorway, through which eager, female faces peeked out. Andre felt his crotch give him a push, felt it taking over, losing control. He was blinking hard now, lurching a little from side-to-side, when Tabitha guided him through the doorway.

 

Andre dropped her hand and glanced around. He shook his head, still trying to clear his vision. It wasn’t working, just making the back of his skull pound. The room started spinning. He closed his eyes and stopped dead, right inside the doorway. Hands reached for him, pulled him partway into the room, yanked at his wet, stained shirt, began unbuckling his pants. He groaned happily, enjoying the beginnings of his erection. The first thing he noticed, when he opened his eyes again, was Reg, completely surrounded by about six hot bitches that were pushing him to the floor, literally ripping off his clothes. Reg was giggling like a girl, halfway naked already, playfully biting at a pair of hard pink nipples swaying just out of his reach.

 

“Holy crap.”

 

Andre felt hands on his hips and looked down at Tabitha, who was kneeling in front of his crotch, pushing his pants down around his ankles. His cock sprung out, almost smacked her in the face. She wrapped him up in a tiny little fist, started pumping. When her lips touched him, Andre heard himself groan with pleasure.

 

He looked back down noticed the floor, some kind of funky carpet…no, not carpet, more like…plastic wrap, spread all over …?

 

Before he could think about what that meant any further, a half dozen women circled him. Fingers ran through his short, spiky dreadlocks. Hands played with his shoulders, his chest, pinched his ass. The crowd of women parted, and Andre glimpsed a hot-looking old bitch, riding the life out of some lucky dude tied to the bed. The dude’s legs and feet quivering, strapped to the headboard by the wrists, his hands knotted into fists clenched so hard the tendons stood out in his forearms. Andre saw something familiar, squinted to get a better look. A tattoo on one of the dude’s forearms, of some Muppet character – just like the one that Grove had done back in high school…

 

The fact took a moment to register. Then Andre called to his friend.

 

“Grove?”

 

            The woman straddling Grove turned and growled at the interruption, gnashing wickedly sharp teeth, wiping at a red smear dribbling down her chin. Another face that Andre recognized looked up as well, and he gasped. Elizabeth – or what passed for Elizabeth now. Both women were covered in blood; blood that was still weakly spurting from Grove’s skinned chest. Bare bone shone under crimson stained gristle. Grove’s body twitched spasmodically; free of Elizabeth’s grip, his head lolled forward, his eyes rolled back in their sockets, focused, then came to rest on Andre.

 

            Grove moaned wetly, whispered through bloody foam, “Help me…”

 

 Andre’s eyes popped open, his vision suddenly very clear. And then, Reg started screaming. Andre turned to see his friend being eaten alive…

 

            “Oh, holy fucking shit! Reg…”

 

            Andre felt needle sharp teeth bite into the thick muscles of his shoulders. Something hissed down by his groin, and he squealed in pain, jerked backwards as Tabitha bit into his penis, tearing away a mouthful of the organ with a spray of blood. Andre grabbed at his wounded manhood, tangled his feet in his pants and fell into the hall. He tried to crawl away from the horror, clawing at the thick carpet, mewling like a kitten. But strong hands grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him back into the bedroom. He struggled, but it was useless. Women covered him and he was flipped over, held easily in place on the floor as Reg’s howls became fainter, turned into a weak gurgling.

 

            The old woman slithered off Grove’s supine body, stood over Andre as he whimpered in fear and pain. She knelt, straddling his hips, bared her teeth in a wide, gory smile.

 

            “Welcome,” she hissed in a voice that wasn't remotely human, “to the party.”

 

            Andre had time to scream, once. And then the women began to feed.

 

 

~ Fin ~

 

 "Shit" he thought, as some stud fucked some young slut silly as she
screamed with pleasure, yelling obceneties left and right. He didn't even have
to see the tape, he just heard the sounds and thought of himself fucking his
very own mother.

 "Oh, God Mum, if only you knew..!" he gasped as he reached his climax.
"How badly I want to taste your juices! Fuck me mom! Beg for my cock you horny
slut!" He was breathing hard now. "Fuuuuuuuuuck yessss!" He let out an inaudible
cry of satisfaction as he blew his load all over his hand.

 He sat there for some time, recovering from his orgasm. His cock was
going limp now, but he just thought of rubbing his moms clit while licking her
sopping wet cunt and his dick was hard again. Shit, did he want her badly, and
he decided that he would have her. He HAD to have her.

 "Moooooom!" He gasped as he blew another load into his boxers.

 He was trying to get to sleep now, but the picture of the pleasure on
his mom's face as he fucked her tight asshole to an orgasm kept him awake. He
needed a plan to get to her pussy, to at least feel it. He needed a plan that
would avoid confrontation and a plan that would guarantee sucess. He realised
that a guaranteed fuck is beyond his reach, so he needed to do the next best
thing.

 Various plans crossed his mind: He thought of her reaching for something
in the cubbard as he reached under and around, one hand rubbing her pussy over
her pants and the other molesting her breasts, coaxing her, pleasuring her, to
fuck him. He thought about staying up late until she went to bed, then sneaking
in. He'd get under the covers and reach under her night dress while she was
asleep. He finally decided on the second idea, thinking that it would have the
least confrontation.

 There was only one problem: what if this idea didn't work? What would he
do if she refused to let him have her? He decided that failure was not an option,
he'd have her and that was final. Now all he needed was a date.

 It was the thursday before spring break. He had practically a constant
hardon for her now and he sure as hell needed releif. She had picked him and his
brother up from his dads place at around five to go for supper at his
grandparents. They had supper and socialized for a while, but no matter what he
did, he could not get rid of the thought of his mom screaming his name as he
fucked her every which way, so he decided to see if he could sleep over. His
brother phoned his dad and discussed the plans. Perfect! His brother was to
stay at his dads while he had his moms house all to himself. It was decided, he
HAD to do it tonight.

 It was around 1:24 am when his mom finally knocked off. He was
downstairs on the computer, playing a game of Americas Army. His plan was
forming in his mind now. He'd wait a couple hours for her to get good and
asleep, then he'd sneak into her room and initiate the plan. He was really
excited, and must've whacked off at least 5 times thinking of her steamy cunt.

END OF PART 1.

I was 6' tall, weighed 161 lbs, had blue green eyes, short brown hair, fair skin with the remnants of childhood freckles on my face. I must admit I wasnt bad looking, but in the presence of this goddess of a girl i felt like nerd with a crush. I didnt have a crush on her though. She was a student and i was a teacher, and nothing more. Sure i got the occasional boner when i saw her, but i would surpress it.

"Umm, Mr. Thompson?"

"Yes?" I replied

"My mom was supposed to pick me up today but she called and said she couldnt and to get a ride. Nobody was available so could you give me a ride home, it is quite a ways off, but you are the only person around who i know, because all the people who could give me a lift have gone already."

"Sure, it would be a pleasure."

She gracefully walked around the car and got in the passenger side. Immediately i felt an erection coming on and tried to concentrate on the car company logo on the steering wheel.

"Thank you so much Mr. Thompson. This isint a suck up but you are my favorite teacher, you are like so cool and rebel like. Hahaha" she chuckled.

"Wow"i said "what a compliment!"

the car pulled out of the parking lot and i got onto the road. Iren had removed her jacket and was sitting in the seat next to me in naught but a cheerleading outfit that showed just enough clevage to spur my erection to being just visible as a lump in my pants. I quickly laid my free hand across my lap holding it down. Unfortunately, this only made my erection bigger and I subsided. Now there was a large, noticeable bulge that i tried to ignore and hope it would go away.

Several minutes passed in silence before Iren began to rearrange her skirt on her beautiful muscular thighs.

"How was the game today?" I asked.

"We won." she replied "it was great."

The bulge in my pants was so big now i couldnt believe she didnt notice.

"how many games undefeated for us now?"

"three. We are unbeatable!" Iren giggled.

In the middle of her giggle she sort of trailed off and i looked at her. her eyes were looking out of their corners at my bulge. After a few seconds I said;

"Excuse me for that Iren."

"I dont care Mr. Thompson. Let it stand natural, its because of this uniform isint it?"

"Yes i replied. You are a very good looking young lady." I mumbled.

Iren kept staring at it. Her hand was in a fist on her right knee and the other was on the arm rest between us, kind of ceaselessly moving, her eyes on mine, which were looking at the road ahead.

"Mr. Thompson, if you really find me that attractive, can I.......umm......see it?'"

"What?" I stammered

Before i could say anything else her hands were undoing my belt.

"I always noticed how you got a hard on around me. Its only natural."

My pants were open and as she fumbled with my boxers i felt some precum drift out of my dick. Her hands reached inside and pulled my dick upright and her mouth inched closer to it.

Wonderful sensations of sexual pleasure exploded in my brain as her wonderful lips closed over my penis. Iren's tongue corkscrewed around my shaft and taunted my tip. She began to pump her head up and down up and down on my dick. As this went on such spasms of pleasure were coarsing through me that i nearly went off the road.

The feeling of having to urinate, but a warmer and stickier seemed to be inside my cock as a pressure seemed to build at the base of my cock as i pulled the car off to the side of the small road we were on. I reclined the seat and removed my seat belt as Irens head pumped faster and faster so fast that her hair was tangled and twisted from the constant motion. Without stopping, her right hand came up and swept the curtain of brown over her right shoulder. From what i could see her eyes were closed.

The pressure in my manhood was suddenly released as i felt the wonderful feeling of ejaculation. I could feel my sticky cum dripping off my 7 incher and coating her mouth and throat. A few drops leaked out of her lips, swiftly persued my her tongue. I had my eyes closed as her mouth parted company with my still-rock-hard cock.

"how was that?"

"wonderful! was that your first time?"

"yeah, i was worried that i wasnt doing anything right, but wow.....i loved that too!"

I reached over and kissed her, feeling my cum on her lips and tasting the salty taste. My hand scurried over her shoulder to her zipper in the back like a large pale spider. She didnt break the kiss as i unzipped her skirt. She lifted her sweet ass up off hte seat so the skirt could slip off her butt and legs. She pushed off her sneakers with the toes of the other foot. she came across the center console and straddled me, her hands came to the waist seam of her uniform top and lifted it over her shoulders.

My hands unbuttoned my shirt and i removed it. Irens mouth came towards mine as my hands arched around her back and slowly removed her purple bra. She slid her panties off and slid my cock out from under her and lined it up with her pussy. She then said,

"Mr. Thompson, remember that i am a virgin, so go easy."

"Of course!" i replied.

My cock entered her tight pussy. It felt like jamming your cock into an extremely tight synthetic sock dripping with moisture. The ridges of her vaginal walls caressed my dick as my manhood stretched them open. Iren was moaning as my dick penetrated deeper until it reached her hymen. The tissue was stretched open and my path was clear. My tip reached her cervix, my testicles were drawn up to my body, the skin of my scrotum contracted and wrinkled up at the base of my shaft. Slowly Iren began to bounce up and down on my shaft, slick with her saliva. As she moved faster the walls of her pussy softened and became moister. I began to push my dick up as she came down from a bounce and that seemed to drive her over the edge.

'Yessssss! Oh Yeah.....oh oh oh umm........umm.....yeah umm......oh."

Like a garden hose, her juices came flooding out, lubricating my cock and washing over my pelvic area onto the seat, but i didnt care. She bounced harder and harder and my dick slammed into her cervix like a piledriver on an I beam. She was moaning and moaning and alternately screaming as one hand was massaging her clitoris and the other up feeling her breasts. I rolled a nipple between my thumb and forefinger then finally i cummed again and she screamed as my cum ran up into her uterus. She dismounted my semi erected cock and got dressed. I massaged her left breast all the way back to her house, and before she left the car Iren gave me a swift kiss and her soaking wet panties.