t think he ever thought seriously about going out with me. I could tell he found me attractive as I blossomed from a flat chested bean sprout to a 34 C with shoulder length black hair, nice hips and a flat tummy. But by that time, he had a live in girl friend and I know Shelly was keeping him happy.

My folks invited a lot of neighborhood people over to the house for my 18th birthday. Mark's folks, Mark and Shelly came too. Mark went to the bathroom at one point, and I hatched my plan. As he was coming out, I headed in there myself and passed him in the hall. We stood there, isolated by the din of the others, and he remarked at how lovely I had become and how proud he was to hear how I was doing in school. I was pretty scared, but I managed to say, "You know Mark that I'm still a virgin?" A tear was coming down my cheek. He looked stunned and couldn't talk. Then, "Will you be my first lover? I've always wanted it to be you." I couldn't even keep looking in his eyes. He started to protest, "But you know ... Shelly ..." He was having trouble putting words together. Then, "I'd love that." "Oh thank you thank you." and I ran into the bathroom, where I broke down and cried.

We managed to work out a plan. We would meet in the parking lot of a local mall, area H2, at 1 in the afternoon. I went there dressed in a short red skirt and a loose angora sweater. He had on a sports coat and tie -- he took the afternoon off but didn't tell Shelly. He drove me to a downtown hotel where he had reserved a room. He parked in the underground lot and left me to go up and check in. I was so nervous sitting there waiting. When he came back down to the car to get me, we took the elevator up to the lobby -- such a beautiful place -- he had gone all out -- crossed over to the main elevator and he punched 11. On the way up, I was wrapped in his arms kissing him for the first time in all those years. I'll remember the room number, 1118, forever. Those were the years in my ages I had had a crush on him.

The door closed. He kissed me on the forehead, and the cheeks, and on the tip of my nose. Then he lifted my chin and kissed me on the mouth, a long, deep kiss as he pulled me against him and crushed his hard organ against my tummy. Then his hands started to carress my chest through my sweater as he stood back slightly to admire me. He was so handsome, 6'3, maybe 200 lbs, strong. Then he pulled up my sweater and saw I had a sheer blouse on with no bra. My nipples were up and I have nice brown areola around them and he just touched them with the tips of his fingers.

I started to undress him, too, but he said, "No this is for you this time." He was so gentle and so unrushed. He touched my nipples for maybe five minutes before he even tookoff my blouse. Then he was kissing them and gently licking them with my blouse open. He unzipped my skirt and let it drop to the floor before he even took off my blouse. I felt his hand slide over my silky panties and then his mouth kissing me there, taking me all in his mouth. Oh god.

Then he slid my panties to the floor and I stepped out of them. He stood up and just looked at me naked except for my open blouse and he had only lost his coat and tie at this point. "You are so beautiful," he said. I felt beautiful, too, standing there, beautiful and sexy and a virgin. Then he undressed himself in front of me while I played with my breasts through the silky fabric of my blouse. His cock seemed so big, I couldn't imagine it inside me, but I wanted it too.

He came over to me and put his cock between my legs, front to back along my slit. It felt so wonderful and I was so wet as he slid it back and forth and kissed me deeply. It seemed symbolic when he slid my blouse off and picked me up and carried me over to the bed. Somehow he had already pulled down the covers and put a towel there.

He started over by kissing my ankles, and my calves and my knees, and my thighs. As he got closer, he was licking more than kissing. I was moaning by the time I felt his tongue in the crack between my pussy and my leg. Then he spent the longest time just licking my pussy lips. Slowly I felt his tongue on the soft lining between my lips and then -- i didn't know it then -- but he found my clit with his tongue and his fingers were just inside me on the top of my vagina. I was cummming cummmming. It was so strong, stronger than anything I had felt with boys and their fingers.

Funny thing was, he asked me right then, "Do you still want to do this?" I couldn't talk. I just shook my head yes with my mouth wide and my eyes fixed in his. I felt the tip of his cock in my opening. He played with me there for a while and it was causing me to spasm and buck. I finally needed more. In a voice I didn't recognize, I just said, "Now Mark" I felt a sharp pain as my virginity gave way and his cock plunged into me. God God God. His plunges were hurting but felt wonderful. We had chosen the time just before my period so I could have the real thing and for the first time in my life a man's cum filled me. A couple of times he asked, "Are you ok, should I stop?" but I had to have it. And even after he came, he continued as long as he could. And when he went limp, he still stayed inside me as he kissed me lovingly, carressed my breasts and just held me close.

We stayed in that room all afternoon. I don't know how many times we made love, but only after the first time did he let me carress him and kiss him and take him in my mouth. I knew guys liked that but had never done it. I had tasted my fingers before, but there was a new taste, a wonderful taste.

Of course, the next day, I went to the nurses office and got a bunch of condoms and started having sex with the boys in school, including my prom date. Mark and I have been together a few times since then, but it was a long time before another man was able to treat me the way he had. I told Amy all about it, but I don't think anyone else in the world knows.

br /> eyes closing to the darkness below
the wetness of the sea rising
for it is my time to go
with no one realizing

myself i grant one last look
and then the waves cover
the sand below shook
and finally, it was over

ing at the stinging sensation it caused her. The faint sound of knocking shattered her blissful session. “Time to get up and get ready for school.” Was all her mom said as she walked away from the door as quickly as she’d approached it. After the shower Michelle took an ample amount of time choosing just the right eye popping outfit. In the end she put on her short pleated plaid skirt, black tight baby doll tee, and a pair of chunky black platforms. Looking at herself in the mirror she thought, “Not slutty but just short enough to give a little show for Justin.” Walking through the school hallways, she began having second thoughts about her outfit. She was receiving more attention than she expected. Most of her classes seemed to fly by as she daydreamed about Justin, and in all of his glory. She found herself having naughty fantasies involving her being a bad girl(catholic school girl oufit and all)and Justin punishing her. Finally her chance to talk with Justin had come. She sat nervously next to him in biology. Pretending to pay attention to the days lesson. But he just looked so tempting. Her mouth watered as her eyes wandered down his frame and she traced the outline of his cock with them. *ahem* She looked up in surprise and embarrassment as Justin stared at her staring at him. He gave her a knowing smile and for a minute she thought she saw a smirk of lust in it. The room started to get very warm, she began to unbutton some of her school girl top and didn’t realize that now she was showing an incredible amount of her plentiful bosom. “May I go to the rest room?” Michelle blurted louder than she’d meant. “Sure. Class is almost over anyhow. Just don’t be late to your next class Shelley.” “Oh god he makes me so hot!” She said to herself in the mirror. She unbuttoned her shirt all the way down and splashed water against her chest, shivering at the feel of it against her hot skin. “Now how exactly do I get Justin alone long enough to…” Her words were cut off by Justin himself falling into the girls bathroom with a flushed face. “Um…I thought I heard my name and um…I just…Sorry.” He stammered under extreme discomfort. “Oh my god! What did you hear?! How long were you there?!” “Long enough to hear that you want me.” He looked down in slight embarrassment. ~Oh god he heard me. What do I do? I have him here and he knows. He doesn’t seem to be freaking out at all. Should I go for him? And what the hell is he looking at?~ Justin’s eyes seemed to stay glued to her chest, when she realized her shirt was wide open exposing her light pink bra. She looked up at him and gave a nervous smile. Grabbing his hand she pushed it against her huge breast, and giggled as he tried to fit all of it in his hand. She looked at him with a very seductive grin, and said, “Here let me make it easier for you.” She undid her bras front clasp and let it fall open. Justins mouth dropped as he quickly put it to her right nipple. Shelley moaned louder than she intended to and ran her fingers through his hair. “Mmmmmm yes…” Justin looked up at her with big dough like eyes and pulled off her bra and top, letting them fall to the floor. He ran to lock the bathroom door and turned back to Shelley with his cock almost busting out of his pants. “Let me help you with that.” She walked closer to him and unzipped his pants pulling them and his boxers down to his ankles. Her eyes widened when she saw just how huge his member really was. It looked to be 9 or 10 inches long and a nice 2 inches thick. She quickly put her mouth to the tip to lick all the precum off, sucking lightly on the huge head. Justin’s head rolled back and he moaned her name loudly. He put his hands through Shelley’s hair and tugged lightly, forcing her head down taking more of his cock. Shelley gagged lightly as it eased inch by inch into her mouth. She moaned on his cock, and moved her tongue quickly all over it. She gripped all of what couldn’t fit in her mouth and stroked it as her head bobbed up and down on the rest. “Oh baby! Take it all for me please.” Shelley wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base and squeezed it tight. Relaxing her throat she let his entire member slide down her hot throat. “OOooohhh yes!!!” Justin grabbed the back of Shelley’s head and began fucking her face violently, grunting everytime he forced his way down her throat. Shelley’s lips began to get swollen and tired, and she was fighting for air each time he pulled her head up. The sight of Michelle so helpless and abused sent him off the edge and he held her head at the base of his cock as he spurted ounces of cum down her throat. “Swallow every drop bitch!” He demanded her to do. Shelley tried her best but a few drops managed to spill from the corners of her mouth. Shelley lay on the ground breathing heavily from the abuse her mouth had taken. But Justin gave her no rest. The minute she finished cleaning up the cum that spilled, he pounced on top of her ravishing her body. Squeezing her bum and bitting her nipples. Shelley moaned loudly. “Fuck my pussy, Justin. I’ve been waiting for it!” Justin began rubbing his huge prick up and down her slit, and in circles around her clit. Shelly lay on the ground moaning and begging to be fucked like a slut. No sooner than she said it did Justin force the huge head inside of her tight hole. “FUCK!!!” Justin grunted loudly as he forced his prick deeper in her. He covered her mouth as she screamed aand moaned, taking him deep. With one final hard thrust he buried himself to the hilt inside of her. Shelley squirmed, breathing heavily as he began slowing fucking her. But soon the pain began to feel better, and she wanted it harder and faster. Justin pounded her tight pussy harder, muffling her moans with his mouth over hers. Their tongues stroking each other roughly. He pinned her arms to her side and watched her breast bounce up and down wildly with every thrust he gave her. Shelley bucked her hips wildly under him. Banging her hips against him hard. He grabbed her ankles and put them on his shoulders and continued his vicious attack on her pussy. Michelle quaked with an orgasm so powerful she thought she would burst. Her moans and screams weren’t muffled by his mouth now. “FUCK. JUSTIN I’M CUMMING!!! Give it to me!!” These words swirled in his head as he felt her cum rubbing into his cock, and her pussy spasm and contract tightly around his member. “OH SHELLEY!!! Get ready to take all of my cum baby!!!” He thrust into her harder than ever lifting her bum off the floor. He gripped her tits and squeezed them as her pussy milked his cock for every drop of cum in him. Justin collapsed on top of Shelley breathless. Kissing her neck and chest lightly. “You’re amazing!”

nd a little slimmer but another little brown skinned girl (both girls are mixed i love black women.) She had longer curlier hair with a 36 c and a nice little athletic ass with great legs. i ended up being best friends with the both of them and ended up dating the 1st one right after my 18th birthday.

 One night while we were dating i got really drunk and rode my bike over to her house and spent the night. Her friend was also spending the night and we all slept in the same bed. Nothing happened but me and my girlfirend kissing a bit but i confessed to her that i was very attracted to them both and would love to try it some time. A few weeks later we broke up and the friendship fell apart as well. Now were are inda of friends and its the summer right before my freshmen year of highschool.

 My birthday is 4 days before i leave and i get a call from my exgirlfriend saying you should come over i want to see you before you leave and i have a birthday present for you. It was about 11 at night and i had been drinking and smoking a little bit through out the the night and got a ride over and knocked on the door. She answered the door in a white lace push up bra, white lace boy shorts, and white fishnet stockings and walked me in and sat down on the couch. We hand't seen eachother in a while and she sat there acting like she wanted to catch up and i sat there speechless. I got myself together and we started talking and catching up. Half through one of my sentences she crawrled across the couch and climbed on top of me.we stared at eachother for a moment and then she kissed me gently. we started kissinging more passionatly and i would start sucking on and biting her lower lip and she would mine. She put her hands under my shirt and started taking it off. Once my shirt was off i picked her up and walked down the stairs to her room. the whole time shes kissing and licking my neck. I place her on the bed take off my pants and climb on top of her. i start kissing her again as i get her bra off. Once her bra is off i go down and start sucking on her nickle sized nipples.  I motor boated and sucked and kissed your boobs for a few minutes longer and wored my way down pulling her panties down her theighs and off her legs.

 I had never done anything like this with her while we dated we barely made out for the few weeks we went out. But There she was legs apart with me right inbetween. She lied there pulling her pussy lips open revealing her tight pink pussy. She had just gotten it waxed so there wasnt a hair in sight. I also saw she had a little frog tatto right on the inside of her right theigh. i got down and placed my face inbwtween her legs right in front of her crotch. The smell turned me on so much i licked her clit with the very tip of my tongue and she let out a big sigh and went from being really tense to very relaxed. i started playing with the hole of her pussy with my middle finger not going in all the way as i started sucking her clit gently. I slide my middle finger and out slowly bending my finger a little bit once inside of her. She started moaning quitely and geting wetter and wetter. i moved down and started sliding my moist tongue in and out of her moist pussy. She loved that and got a little bit louder.she started clsoing her legs against my face and humoing my face as my tongue would slide in and out of her pussy. She loved that so much that she turned over and was now sitting on my face i reached up and started grabbing her breasts and caressing her nipples.

 I felt a hand on my cock (7 inch) that started jerking me off and i fgured it was her but about a minute later she orgasmed and  she grabbed my hair and pulled it with both hands and there was still a hand on my dick and i was shocked. It was her best friend in the same outfit but no fishnets and right as i we made eye contact she went down and started sucking my dick while stareing into my eyes and my girlfirend had gotten off my face and started licking her juices up off around my mouth and on my neck. when she had cleaned off my neck and mouth she went down and pushed her freind off my dick and started sucking it on her own. Then they decided to share and they would each take it twice then deep throat me and then pass it to the next girl and ask how they did and who was winning like it was a game.the curly haired one took my dick down her throat and held it there for almost 10 seconds and as soon as i pulled it out i came all over both there tits and faces. my exgirlfriend then sucked my dick clean until nothing else could come out of it. 

Then her Girlfriend pulled over to to other side of the bed and climbed on top of her and they stared 69ing. i started getting a little hard instantly. they were going to town on eachother spitting in eachothers pussys rubbing eachothers assholes i couldnt believe what i was seeing. I had to jin so i got up behind my eex's friend and she was bent over eating my ex's pussy unaware of me there i got up behind her and placed my dick head right at her pussy and she could feel it. the whole time my ex is licing up and down her clit. As soon as she feels my dick head on her pussy she backs up and takes the whole thing in and lets out one big moan and starts to spasm for a second as her pussy starts dripping on my ex. shes starts rockking her body back and forth and my ex gets out from under her and starts rubbing my bac and kissing my neck. I grabbed her friends hips and starting pulling them into into me so my entire dick would enter her pussy each time she would let out a little moan or sign.

 She then fliped over and drapped her ankles on my shoulders and i grabbed her theighs and started working her pussy. she motioned for my ex to sit on her face and she did. Me and her started making out as she worked herself on her friends face and i worked her friends from behind. Once we all got into the right rythm we all lost it at the same time and just just fell over and woke up 2 hours later and went out to party that night.

 

 

isy truck getting out of the drive way.  DAMN! They were just leaving.  I went to the kitchen and found my aunt outside doing laundry with here sweatpants and a atheletic bra.  My aunt is like around the early fourties.  She wasnt skinny nor fat. She was like in between.  She had the perfect breast......34C.  She was hot!!! Everytime they'd go to a party I'd come so I could check her out in her party dress.  PERFECT ASS SHAPE! My aunt was really curvy.  Sometimes I'd catch my own dad wanting to touch her breast....But yah back to the story.  She was out there just doing her normal routine.  I helped myself to some breakfast.  After that I went outside to say good morning to my aunt. She was shocked from the sound of my voice.  "Oh hi Alden.....I dindt know your awake....well your cousin went to his dentist so i guess were alone.....but if you need anything, just let me know okay sweetie.."  "Oh yah yah i will."  Damn she was fucking hot.  I went inside the house to watch some tv.  The same old tv shows were on so i went on the computer.  My aunt came inside and told me that she'll run in the treadmill and that she'll change.  I got the weirdest idea.  As she entered her room, i quickly followed her.  She was in the bathroom washing her face.  I stood in the side of the door watching her rubb her face with soap.  Then after she dried her face, she quickly took of her athletic bra showing her 34C tits.  Black nipples and they were huge! I mean really huge! Like the areolla was the size of the side of a soda can and the nipple was the size of a fat grape.  I had a eight inch boner!  I was so hard that i was forced to rubb my penis.  She turnned around and as a scardy cat i ran out of the room.  She came out in her running wear.  She took like thirty minutes then came inside.  She said she was tired and asked for a massage.  I had an idea.  We went to her rom and she layed on the bed. I jumped in with her and started massageing her shoulders.  I told her tat I learn new tricks from watching films.  She told me to just do it atleast she was getting massaged.  I massgaed her and massaged her till she fell asleep. It was my turn now.  I rolled her so that her stomach is facing up.  I kissed her lips and began riding my hands on the spandex.  I was right on top of her pussy and i started to rub it in.  I used my middlefinger to dig in and in.  I heard her moan.  I took my shirt off and my shorts.  My dick was so hard.  I pressed my dick on her lips.  I then rubbed her tits.  I pulled ut her breast and with a sissors i cut her athletic bra and started sucking the nipples.  I pinched it so hard that i think she moanned a bit.  I took her spandex off and saw her hairy pussy.  I began eating it and i felt a hand on my head.  She was pushing her face on her pussy.  She cummed. Started to shove my dick in her pussy but she stopped me.  She wanted to get my dick wet and she stucked it into her mouth.  She felt soooooooo goood. I cummed in her mouth and she gulped it all up.  I was still hard.  I then shoved my dick in her but this time she didnt stop me.  I fucked and fucked and shoved and shoved.  She screamed out knowing that my dick is larger than her husbands.  She yelled out my name and i cummed.  Me kissed and got cleaned up.

Two months passed and we are still doing it.  Even now, whenever we meet again, i fucked her.

f a demon that had bothered her for many years. Then she remembered the promise to go over everything that happened in the SM chamber owned by Ron's boss. Now that she had rid herself of the nightmares from the experience, she looked forward to reviewing the torture. Suddenly a shiver ran up her spine, making the hair on the back of her head, stand up. Betsy realized the many torture machines had revealed her secret dark-side. The wicked contempt shown by Ron and his boss had overly excited her, and it resulted in the orgasm of her life. But Betsy vowed to not dwell on the experience right now and she planned to save that for another chapter. Betsy's rest period was done and she rushed back to the spare bedroom for more erotic dreams. She was already into the next chapter when she jumped on the bed. Betsy landed in a comfortable position on her back and felt it was best because she could look up at this mysterious woman living her life without regrets. Of course she was the woman and loved trying to visualize everything right down to the most interesting detail. Grad school was finished and so was her affair with Ron. Betsy moved back to New Orleans taking a part-time, teaching job while putting her resume out to every school in the south. She lived with her father and he was very glad to have her living at home again. Being the only child, she was close to her father and it gave her a chance to do things for him again. It never hurt to have a woman's touch around the house, and Betsy's dad loved having her around even though she nagged him. This chapter of her life would see Betsy discover herself, as a mature woman. Her education years were over and now it was time to find a job she liked. It was a little before Mardi Gras and certainly party time in New Orleans. Betsy was at a party when she met Phil. He walked into the room with a cooler in his hand and instantly zeroed in on the sexiest woman in the room. They talked and Phil invited Betsy to a basketball game the next day. Phil invited her to Washington, DC for a Congressional Mardi Gras party, which Betsy could still remember. He booked her into the Ritz and they made love over the weekend. It started a long distance relationship with daily phone calls and constant emails that went on for months. Then Betsy was offered a job in Virginia. It was much better money than her New Orleans job and she moved there to be nearer to Phil. The Virginia location turned out great for a job plus rest and relaxation activities. Phil rented a beach house on the eastern shore for the summer and the couple went there every weekend. Betsy loved the beach, not so much for the water, but just for the playful atmosphere. The house had five bedrooms and two baths and Phil had most of the extra space rented out to his friends. He retained the largest bedroom on the main floor and the other four bedrooms were on the second level. There was a walkway on that level overlooking the dining room, which gave the house a very comfortable feeling. Most of the weekends were spent on the beach drinking, sunning and playing volleyball. Phil was a big volleyball guy and games were played in the sand for the entire summer. Betsy got to know most of the regulars even though there was a constant change of faces. At night most of the people would just come and go, as they pleased, but that didn't bother anyone. Betsy didn't like volleyball but she watched it a lot just to make Phil happy. Most of the guys had nicknames and she found most of them quite hilarious. There was Shape, Supershape who was Shape's brother, Bagman, Pisser and Flipper. When she found out how Flipper got his name, Betsy almost choked. It seemed he was setting up a gangbang on some girl and someone opened the door to the room he was in, to check on what was happening. Flipper was performing oral sex on the girl and he couldn't get any leverage so his arms were flipping back as he tried. Suddenly Betsy wondered what the guys called her but she shivered thinking that it was probably better not to know. Her life story abruptly got more interesting. It was near the end of summer when she was sitting at the dining room table with Phil and a new guy came in. He was a hunk who was staying in one of the upstairs bedrooms for the first time. Betsy remembered being smitten by the guy from the very first time she set eyes on him. She found out his name was Thomas and they had a very nice conversation that eventful day. It made her smile now when she remembered just how naïve and inexperienced she was in those days. Phil, Thomas and she sat around most of the day drinking far too much and joking. As was his custom, Phil was feeling no pain by late in the day. About eight in the evening, Betsy noticed a constant stream of guys going into one of the bedrooms. When she asked why, Thomas simply said that the only way to find out was to have a look. The three went upstairs and Betsy was utterly shocked beyond belief when the door opened. She remembered peeking into the room and the scene taking her breath away. As she found out later, Shape had picked up a girl named Marty and he turned her over to all of his buddies. When Betsy looked into the room, she noticed the naked woman on the bed and she was drenched with white, sticky cum. Betsy wondered if it was lucky or unlucky, but she witnessed Marty being savagely fucked. There was one guy fucking her, another guy with his fat cock in her mouth and a couple others were jerking off on her chest. All of a sudden Betsy's dream flashed into bright, vivid Technicolor. There were three or four naked guys waiting their turn in the room when a sudden onrush of more guys entered. To this day, Betsy never knew how the newcomers snatched her but suddenly she was inside the room. Frantically she looked around and couldn't find Phil or Thomas. Everything happened so fast that even today she couldn't believe how she was pushed up against the rocking bed. She remembered very vividly trying to stop all the hands, which were all over her body. It made her laugh now, but at the time she was terrified. She grabbed someone's bold hand just as it was about to feel her breast and someone else's hand shot under her shirt. Her boobs were outside her bra so fast that she was dumbfounded. Suddenly she had to let go of the hands trying to grope her chest, as there were far more pressing issues. A guy had his hands all over her crotch and another guy was trying to undo her pants. What she heard still sent shivers through her body. "Fresh meat. Hurry up guys... strip the bitch and get her on the fucking bed. Holy sweet shit... this bitch has nice tits. Look at those jugs... and those fucking nipples." The noise in the room was deafening and everyone was cheering. Not only for the guys screwing the slut on the bed but for the guys taking liberties with the new slut. Betsy rolled her head around frantically looking for help. Then she saw her boyfriend and Thomas trying to push the guys aside so they could rescue her. Betsy pleaded for her life just as a guy held her arms fully stretched up in the air. Another guy pushed her shirt and bra all the way up to her neck and yet someone else squeezed her boobs like he had never felt tits before. Everything was out of control. Suddenly she involuntarily sucked in her breath when she felt a hand slip into the waistband of her pants. She didn't mean to but it gave the man more freedom. He quickly shoved his hand into her panties and instantly his fingers closed on her crotch. Nothing so dramatic had ever happened to her before and all Betsy could do was squirm and struggle to get free. Her boobs were waving around like freelance balloons. All of a sudden one of the guys groping her went flying across the room. Then Thomas was standing beside her telling her drunken boyfriend that they should get poor little Betsy back to her own bedroom. Just as he started to lead her from the crowd of sex-starved maniacs, a mountain of a nude man stopped them. He told Thomas that she was the, 'new meat,' but Thomas said he didn't think so. This moose grabbed the front of Thomas' shirt and made a mistake of confronting an unknown opponent. Betsy remembered acting stupid at the time but now she laughed at it. As was her custom, she volunteered to go with the man if it meant he would leave Thomas and Phil alone. She remembered thinking the man was going to beat the shit out of her friends because of her, so the only sane thing she could do was go with the man. The last thing she remembered was Thomas letting go of her hand, as a gesture that he was willing to let her go. When she turned her back to take the mountain man's hand, the man went flying past her and landed on the floor in a heap. His face was bloody and Betsy thought she was dreaming. Then someone took her hand and out the door they went untouched or unmolested. Her legs were so wobbly that Betsy could hardly walk and Thomas led the way to his bedroom, which was down the hall. Drunken Phil followed and he had obviously been affected by the near gangbang of his girlfriend. About the last thing in the world Betsy ever expected she would be willing to do, she did. Her shirt and bra were still askew and she stood motionless when her boyfriend stripped them from her overheated body. Phil was too drunk to care that someone else was in the room and he took his clothes off. "Bets... love. I couldn't believe my eyes... they fucking had your gorgeous tits right out in the open. Fuck honey... I almost came in my pants when that one guy rubbed his cock all over you. Fuck... the one guy shoved his fucking hand down your pants. When he took it out and licked his wet fingers... I wanted to fuck you right there." Phil was shaky but finally managed to get his clothes off. He stood naked, as a jaybird, and let his cock wave in the air when he kept talking. "Honey. I'm sure they would have gangbanged you if Thomas hadn't been there. Yano what I think? I think we should give Thomas a reward. Let him have sex with you. Co'mon... let's do it." His hands were all over her and to this day Betsy couldn't understand why she didn't resist. She merely stood in the room and let her boyfriend take all her clothes off right in front of an almost complete stranger. But then she realized. From the first moment she saw Thomas, she knew he was the man for her. She had never dreamed of being unfaithful to Phil but suddenly she was more than willing. Betsy could still see the nicest smile on the man's face once she was naked. She stared into his dark, paralyzing eyes and knew everything was okay. Thomas did a striptease that any man would be proud of and when he was naked, Betsy's eyes widened in awe. He was all muscle and hung. She could still remember being extremely calm waiting for things to happen. Then Phil guided Betsy to the bed and she never complained. He almost tossed her down while giving every indication that he wanted her to suck his cock. Phil loved having her give him a blowjob and he held his hips out expecting Betsy to fulfill his wishes. "Come on baby. Show the man. Suck cock like you know how," Phil said. "And get on your hands and knees... so Thomas can get his reward." Her boyfriend was serious even though the alcohol influenced him. "Christ baby... I want to watch. I want to watch you have sex with someone," Phil whispered. "I want to watch you give head and get fucked at the same time... by him!" Betsy was simply amazed when it happened. Phil manhandled her until she was on hands and knees and in the desired position. The images of being completely vulnerable flashed in her head and they made her tremble. Phil shoved his cock in her face and Betsy had no alternative but to put it in her mouth. She started sucking Phil and used her hands to stroke his cock just the way he liked. Betsy remembered how severely she trembled when the bed moved. She knew Thomas was getting settled behind her and suddenly she felt something brush against her exposed backside. The devastating thought of being taken by a stranger was more thrilling than she ever imagined. She obediently sucked Phil's cock but all of her senses were focused on what Thomas was doing. Betsy felt the man rub his cock all over her butt and then he touched her between the legs. Her body jerked forward and Phil's cock shot down her throat taking her breath away. Suddenly a streak of lightning struck her pussy opening and the blazing bolt went straight to her head. Thomas felt the upturned ass quiver and rock when he split the puffy labia. He realized Betsy was experiencing a premature orgasm and didn't want to make her wait. Thomas rammed his cock to the hilt and he had never felt anything like it. The extreme heat instantly made his temperature rise and then Betsy pushed back at him. Her sexy body went into convulsion right away and Thomas couldn't believe his good luck. All that interested Phil was inside of Betsy's scorching mouth. He squirmed and tried to make the blowjob last a long time but Betsy was far too determined to end it quickly. She pumped her hand back and forth on his stiff shaft and kept the knob buried in her hot mouth. Even in his drunken stupor, Phil wondered if it was such a good idea. His glassy eyes stared at Thomas, as the man ravaged his girlfriend from behind. Phil reasoned his stamina lasted such a brief time was because of being able to watch Thomas with his girlfriend. He heard bare flesh slapping together, as Thomas fucked Betsy, and all Phil imagined was the man's big cock going in and out of her precious snatch. Phil merely grabbed her head tightly when his orgasm exploded in Betsy's sucking mouth. Then he threw his head back and only wanted to imagine himself with Betsy. Betsy's belly was still experiencing severe contractions when her mouth filled with molten lava. She desperately swallowed Phil's massive load and tried hard not to choke. Just as the last few drops were sucked out of Phil's throbbing pecker, Betsy felt something profound. There wasn't much she could do immediately following a climax but somehow her belly shuddered when the burning lava filled her inner sanctuary. Thomas' strong fingers closed around her waist and he squeezed hard. Betsy felt Thomas pull back at the same time he thrust forward with his powerful hips and she thought the top of her head was coming off. Suddenly more spasms rocked her sweating body, as the man fucked her into a subconscious state. All three sort of collapsed on the bed when the animal lust ended. Thomas kept his distance not wanting to get too close to the couple but Phil had other ideas. His desire for sexual gratification had been satisfied and all he could think of was having another drink. Phil obviously wasn't thinking straight when he excused himself, which shocked Betsy beyond belief. He told Betsy that he was going for another drink and then look in on what the other guys were doing. She took it to mean Phil wanted to watch the gangbang in Marty's bedroom, but the thought didn't upset her at all. *** Betsy remembered being not the least bit concerned when her boyfriend left her with someone else. She was lying on her side and suddenly felt Thomas shifting across the bed until he was up against her back. He hugged her for the longest time and it was the most wonderful feeling. Betsy liked to cuddle after intercourse and in no time her eyes got heavy and closed. She could still remember what happened next. The memory was still like it happened yesterday and Betsy was determined to take her time with this section of her life story. Her mind drifted back to 1991 and she relived one of the most memorable affairs of her life. Betsy was almost asleep, but Thomas had other plans. His right arm was over top of her torso and Betsy kept her arms outstretched, which left her entire front unguarded. At first Thomas' hand merely caressed the front of her body without lingering on any specific spot. In the perfect dreamland state, Betsy faced away from Thomas and let her mind drift through empty space. All of a sudden she was aware of his hand caressing and kneading her tits. One boob at a time, Thomas squeezed and tenderly massaged before lingering on each nipple until it was rock hard. There was a warm smile on her face and Betsy loved that inter-dimensional feeling of being half asleep. Suddenly her heart skipped a few beats when she felt something hard stirring against the back of her legs. She remembered not wanting to open her eyes so she laid still wishing for more lovely embraces. His hand moved from her heaving chest to her tummy, which was going in and out at a furious rate. She felt his fingers tracing lightly across her stomach and then stop at her bellybutton. Betsy sucked in her breath when Thomas touched her hollow and then he teased her until she whimpered out loud. "This time... we are going to do it right. Make mad, passionate love," Thomas whispered into her ear. "Lift your leg... up a bit." Betsy heard his command and obediently lifted her right leg slightly. She didn't expect the biggest thrill when Thomas' hard cock sprang between her thighs. His throbbing member stretched between her legs and sprang up against her wetness. Thomas knew exactly what would get Betsy's blood boiling. His right hand snaked downward and then he put his fingers directly over his hard cock. He pushed hard and felt his shaft embed itself in the immense wetness, which made Betsy's hips quiver wildly. Then he threatened to push the head of his cock into her honey hole and Betsy's breathing halted. Thomas left his meat embedded in Betsy's pussy slit and he deftly squirmed his fingers around the thick head to surround her throbbing clitoris. Betsy felt the head of his cock directly at her opening and his fingers pulling the swollen clit out of the vast wetness. Suddenly her breathing resumed but it was ragged and very broken. Now at the age of 39 and remembering the events in her life, Betsy recalled thinking how the first time was heaven, and the second time was heavenly bliss. She abruptly broke the embrace and rolled over to face Thomas. "Oh gawd, I need you. Please, please make love to me," she whispered. Thomas was skilled in the many facets of what a woman wanted and needed. "Put your hands on it. Feel my cock and make it harder," he whispered. She instantly obeyed not wanting to wait any longer. "Make it nice and hard... hard so you can sit on it." Betsy wondered what he meant but she didn't have to wait long before finding out. Thomas rolled onto his back and that put his engorged cock in a most prestigious position. It hovered at an angle above his hips and Betsy couldn't resist putting her dainty fingers around the thick shaft. "I want to watch you. Watch you make love to me. See you with my cock in your hands... and then see you sitting on top of it," he whispered. Betsy couldn't take her eyes off his penis. Her fingers were wrapped around the shaft and she felt the cock pulsating madly. She swooped down and kissed the glistening end but Thomas was not satisfied. "Leave it laying on my belly... and then sit on top. Sit on me so that your cunt is pushing against my cock. I want you to feel it... against your love-box," Thomas said. "I want to watch you... see you making love." Thomas laid flat on his back with his legs together. Betsy crouched over his thighs and place one of her knees on either side on his outstretched legs. She bent over and put her face mere inches above his chest. Betsy would never forget the feeling. She squatted above his muscular hips and leaned forward. His pecker pressed against the front of her body and Betsy felt it jerking up and down so that it banged her belly. Betsy couldn't remember wanting something so badly. She was willing to do whatever Thomas wanted if he would satisfy her burning desires. Suddenly he took control. "Suck my nipples. Suck'em love," he whispered. "Make them hard with your tongue... and your teeth!" She had never heard any man say that but strangely Betsy found his request very stimulating. When she reached out and put his tiny nipple in her mouth, it was a most profound feeling. Her tongue rolled the bud around and covered it with saliva, which brought moans from Thomas. "Yes baby. Just like that... now the other." Betsy caressed both nipples and found the experience made her even hotter. Then she nibbled on the tiny buds and noticed how his chest seemed to push up to meet her mouth. Suddenly Thomas put his strong hands on her ass cheeks and moved her butt until it was directly over his crotch. She had to straighten up but managed to retain a hold on his nipples. "Sit on it. Put your wet pussy right on top of my cock. Push my cock into your lips. Baby... spread those juicy lips with my cock," he said. Thomas guided her hips and he knew when things were right. Betsy gasped out loud when the throbbing cock split her soaked pussy lips and the thick shaft embedded into her narrow slit. She sat up straighter but kept her hands on his chest. Her fingers pinched his nipples and twisted them ever so tenderly. The thick cock burned her pussy and Betsy couldn't sit still. Her hips jiggled back and forth and Thomas pulled down hard with his hands around her slender waist. Suddenly Betsy wanted it now. Her tummy started to quiver in and out and Thomas was afraid she was not going to wait so he lifted her up. "Not yet. Get up... hold my cock up and sit on it. I want it in your belly," he moaned. Betsy shifted to the rear so that she was sitting on his legs. Her hand grabbed the enlarged cock as soon as it was free and she held it straight up in the air. Betsy would never forget the feeling. She squatted and ever so slowly moved forward until she was above his muscular hips again. Then she held perfectly still. Betsy stared down at the upstanding cock. She wondered if she should sit down but her body was moving before the answer came. Thomas put his hands around her waist and guided her forward, an inch at a time. When the tip of his bulbous cock touched her crotch, her breathing stopped. Betsy was afraid to take her hand off his thick shaft and held the cock straight up. The feeling was out of this world when her body lowered a little. First one inch, then two, and suddenly her hand let go. Betsy was staring into his eyes when it happened. She felt his hands tug on her slender waist and knew he was going to do it. She merely held her breath waiting. Then Thomas squeezed his hands into her burning flesh and pulled downward with all his strength. He thrust up with his powerful hips and buried his cock to the hilt with one swift stab. It must have taken minutes to start breathing again, and when she did, all Betsy could do was gasp desperately for much needed air. She was positive that she started creaming on the first thrust and didn't stop until he finally climaxed deep inside of her. It was the longest and most intense orgasm of her life up to that point and one she would always remember. That time, years ago with Thomas, still brought back good memories. Betsy also realized that it was a defining moment in her life. She realized her relationship with Phil was over and vowed to leave her boyfriend to be with Thomas. The ecstasy lasted for hours that night and she experienced one orgasm after another. She wasn't sure what time it was when she left Thomas' room but eventually she wound up back in bed with her boyfriend. Phil must have passed out sometime during the night like he did every weekend. He was in bed still completely dressed and hardly stirred when she came to bed. Phil mumbled some indistinguishable statement, as she climbed into bed, and Betsy assumed he was oblivious to her spending hours with another man. 'But then again,' Betsy mused. 'Maybe he knew and wanted me to screw his buddy.' Phil's eyes flickered for a brief moment, as if he acknowledged her return to bed from using the bathroom. *** In the morning, Phil had a humongous hangover. He woke up and threw his arm around Betsy but luckily for her, he didn't try anything. Betsy remembered thinking at the time that she didn't want to have sex with Phil. She had such a wonderful feeling after the night with Thomas and she didn't want to spoil it. Sunday morning was a complete blur with Betsy reminiscing about the time with Thomas. She had breakfast with Phil and immediately after went up to the room she shared with Thomas. That was when she felt like someone stabbed her in the heart. The room was empty and it had been neatly cleaned up. Betsy stood outside the room in disbelief, which must have been noted by a girl, named Penny, who was walking by. "Are you looking for Thomas? If so... he's gone. Packed up and left about nine," the girl informed Betsy. She could see the concerned look on Betsy's pretty face so she continued. "I liked Thomas. He's not like most of the guys. Are you his girlfriend?" Betsy was not able to speak right away but found her voice eventually. "No. No... We're just friends. I'll see him later... I'm sure he'll be on the beach this afternoon." Betsy thought back to her initial meeting with Penny. She was a lovely girl who went to church every Sunday. Penny was fairly thin and she had the cutest smile on her face all the time. The one thing a person noticed about Penny right away was that the woman didn't have boobs. Betsy remembered feeling sorry for her at the time but later she realized that Penny had nipples that made up for any lack of tits. Right after finding out that Thomas had departed, Betsy had to be alone. She left Penny standing in the hallway and rushed back to her room. Phil had already changed for the beach and he was dressed in his normal volleyball attire. They exchanged greetings and agreed to meet on the beach at the courts. Betsy stayed in the room for about an hour but then decided it was best to socialize. Most of the regulars were already at the beach when Betsy finally arrived. She needed sleep more than anything and quickly nodded off into dreamland once her chair was settled on the sand. Even the loud hollering and volleyball cheering didn't bother her that day. Her mind drifted off and it was Thomas who was in her most intimate thoughts. After thirty minutes, someone thrust a beer into her hand. There was still no sign of Thomas so Betsy slowly sipped the beer while nonchalantly watching the sweaty volleyball players playing in the sand. Then she dropped off asleep for another hour before repeating the frustrating exercise. She thought about last night and her mind tuned out all of the things going on around her. It was like trying to solve an equation and all Betsy thought about was when, and if, Thomas would show up. She had that worried, sickening feeling that people got when they weren't sure about a love affair. Betsy remembered every question rushing through her distraught mind waiting to see Thomas again. 'Did Thomas like her? Did he want her to be his girlfriend? Did she do something wrong or did Thomas just use her last night?' The last question was the most disturbing, but Betsy didn't believe the man betrayed her feelings and emotions. She was still disillusioned and halfway through her third beer when her thoughts were interrupted. "Is this chair taken? My... you look even lovelier than last night." Betsy came fully awake in a heartbeat and she started to stutter. "What? No... Oh, no," she muttered before realizing there was no chair but her own around. She blushed and could feel her heart beating so fast it must have made her look silly. Thomas sat down in the sand and they chatted for a long time. They talked about nothing and little things that didn't require much thinking. Suddenly she realized that she didn't know much about the man. She did most of the talking last night, a southern thing, she thought. So they chatted about him. Betsy asked about the mountain man last night, as she was still confused about how the man went flying. Thomas told her that he was a 3rd degree black belt so quite competent when push came to shove. It bothered Betsy that Thomas had left before seeing her in the morning. He quickly put her fears to rest by explaining that he had to do an errand. Apparently he was moving and had to pick up the keys to his new house in Boston that morning. Betsy felt much better once Thomas told her how he hurried through the transfer and rushed back just to see her. Betsy was in heaven after hearing his heart-warming revelation. They each had a beer and then Thomas suggested they go up to the beach house. "Last night meant a lot to me. Come... I want to fuck you again," he whispered. Her jaw dropped both from surprise and great elation. She gulped her beer and off they went. They went directly to the same room as last night. Luckily it was still unoccupied and her heart stopped when the door slammed shut. They stood face to face and Betsy watched his lips move. "Take off your suit. I know it's a beautiful bikini, but I want to see your gorgeous body... naked," Thomas said. Betsy did as he requested and in a flash Thomas also stripped. "Have you ever masturbated?" She almost fainted but couldn't stop her response. "Yes." The look on his face was serious. "Show me!" Betsy often touched herself when she was with a partner but suddenly she didn't know what to do. Thomas moved over to sit in a chair beside the bed and motioned for her to use the bed. Betsy slowly walked over and sat down facing Thomas. She assumed it would be easy to masturbate but that was far from what happened. All of a sudden she didn't get aroused or worked up when she caressed her boobs. Betsy rolled her nipples around and around but all that did was get them hard. Then she shifted her hand down to her pelvis and put her fingers between her legs. It went better but she still didn't feel close to achieving an orgasm. Suddenly inspiration hit. She visualized seeing Marty during that horrible gangbang. Then Betsy remembered being forced into the room by strangers and having her top lifted up above her breasts. She vowed never to admit the feelings she felt at the time. Her juices started to run and she felt the crotch of her panties getting soaked. Then she pictured the men holding her arms up in the air so they could fondle her boobs. Betsy's hand started to move a lot faster. Suddenly the masturbation was much easier. She remembered her nipples being pinched so hard it hurt but that didn't matter at the time. Her visualization continued with the men molesting her boobs and one guy even sucked her nipple. Then Betsy pictured what should have been the most disturbing thing that happened. While the men groped her titties, another man shoved his hand inside her pants. The man had one goal in mind and his fingers entered her wetness with lightning speed. Afterwards Betsy wondered if she spread her legs or if the man forced them apart. She remembered struggling like crazy, but it merely seemed to give the man more freedom. Suddenly her fingers were his fingers. She put the clit between her thumb and forefinger and started twirling it vigorously until she felt the first spasm shot through her loins. Thomas watched the erotic bliss with immense admiration. He adored Betsy's wit and charm but suddenly he loved her sexy body and adorable treasures. Betsy threw her head back and pushed out her chest when her left hand grabbed a boob. Her fingers pulled the hard nipple outward, as if offering it to the enthusiastic onlooker. Her right hand was a blur and Thomas caught brief glimpses of the rosy bud when it swirled around in the vast wetness. Thomas knew exactly when Betsy climaxed. Her right hand stopped moving except for her fingers squeezing the puffy clit. Then her hips jerked out of control and thrust wildly at the imaginary stranger. When the orgasm subsided enough to enable Betsy to breathe properly again, Thomas ordered her to suck his cock. "Get me harder. Put your lips around my cock and suck it... so I can stick it in your cunt," he commanded. In a less demanding manner he added, "Baby... I want to fuck you so badly." It made her chuckle now, but Thomas was a mouthful. There was no need to get him hard because his cock was already throbbing like crazy. But she obeyed relishing the opportunity to satisfy his demands. Then Thomas ordered her to kneel beside the bed. He jerked Betsy around and made her go down on her hands and knees. He forced her upper torso onto the bed with her head facing to the side. It was that familiar position, which Betsy loved, and she readied herself for what came next. Suddenly it all made sense to her even though it was years later. Thomas liked being in control and he loved ordering her to do things. He never asked or pleaded for her to do something, he only ordered her. In the beginning, she would have it no other way. She was submissive and liked pleasing others and this was her way of making someone special in her life happy. Once again Betsy was in heaven. Thomas knelt behind her and he did everything in slow-motion. He put the flared head of his cock at her opening and then he slowly pressed his hips forward. His glorious penis slid into her volcano and she could only remain stationary. Betsy felt his hand on her side so she lifted up slightly, thinking he wanted to reach under her outstretched torso. Instead he grabbed her hand and rolled her fingers up but left her thumb sticking out. Then he ordered her to suck her thumb, which she did right away. The rest was a blur to Betsy even now. She remembered sucking her thumb and Thomas pounding her cunt like a madman. She experienced one orgasm followed immediately by another and it seemed the man had everlasting stamina. Lights flashed in her head, her nipples were on fire and a thousand volts of electricity zapped her whole body. Then she felt his hips jerking randomly out of control and suddenly her entire body shut down. When Betsy came down out of the clouds, she was in his arms. Her head was on Thomas' chest and they talked for a while. He mentioned how lucky it was that her thumb was in her mouth when she climaxed because her loud groans of ecstasy would have been heard at the beach. All of a sudden Betsy realized something. It was during this tender embrace that the first thoughts of love entered her head. They talked and laughed. It seemed so different than anything before. Betsy started playing with his nipples, which she knew he liked. The next thing she knew it was blowjob time. "Hold it. Put the tip of my cock in your mouth... just the tip," Thomas ordered. "Now put your tongue under my cock. Lick it with your tongue... but just keep the tip in your mouth. Yes... yes, like that." Betsy's eyes were glassy, as she stared down at the big penis. "Now stroke it baby. Both hands... stroke it... stroke it harder," he said. "Yes... both hands back and forth... just like that. Keep doing it just like that and watch it cum. Watch me fill your mouth with cum, baby. You're the best cocksucker on the planet." His vulgarity should have disgusted Betsy but it didn't. It seemed to provoke her even more and she yearned to make him happier. Betsy milked Thomas' thick cock until she swallowed his big load of creamy cum. *** The time was getting to be late afternoon. Betsy and Thomas jumped out of bed with the realization that the beach crowd, especially Phil, would have noticed Betsy's disappearance. They showered and it took all their resolve to not start another session of torrid lovemaking. The beach house was about a block from the beach and Thomas thought he should return to the beach via a different route than Betsy. That made sense, Betsy reasoned, as it might look funny to Phil seeing his girlfriend show up with another man after she had been gone for hours. Betsy hoped that she didn't look too guilty when she strolled back to her chair. The volleyball games were still going on but Phil quickly came over to her, wanting to know where she had been. For one of the very few times in her life, she lied. Betsy told her boyfriend that she had not been feeling so good after the beers and she had taken a nap. Then wisely she got them both a beer and afterwards listened to him droll on and on about his volleyball crap. As Phil was yapping, Betsy finally saw Thomas walking up the beach. He was talking to a girl and Betsy remembering thinking how smart he was to solicit such a good cover-up. The girl had a great tan and she was wearing a bright green swimsuit. She appeared to have a pretty good body, but Betsy was too thrilled about what went on all afternoon to be jealous of the girl at first. Then Thomas and the girl stopped and sat on the girl's towel. They chatted and laughed and Betsy almost flew into a fit of rage when the girl put her hand on Thomas' shoulder. She wanted to confront the bitch and tell her that Thomas was her man. Betsy was mad. Then she got mad at Thomas. Suddenly she got mad at Phil for his damn yapping. Abruptly she told Phil that they should hit the road since tomorrow was a school day and she had to get up early. Betsy left the beach with Phil and she refused to look back at Thomas for fear of losing her nerve. She was determined to make a stand and show Thomas that she was not happy when he got too friendly with other women. Strange as it sounded now, Betsy reasoned her relationship with Thomas was much more than a fleeting afternoon, love affair. Betsy had everything packed in no time. They departed so fast that Phil was amazed. He thought Betsy was peeved at something but hesitated to say anything for fear she was mad at him. They bid all their friends a goodbye until next weekend and hit the road. Now years later, Betsy wondered how anyone could act so stupid. She lay in her state of dreamland remembering how mad she was at Thomas and the girl. Her anger turned out to be her boyfriend's immense gratification. Phil received the blowjob of his life on the drive home. He was utterly shocked when Betsy whipped his cock out and then bent over to suck it. Phil wasn't stopping for anything because he didn't want Betsy to stop so he kept driving. The thrill of possibly getting caught or seen by someone on the busy interstate made the experience even more thrilling. Not much was said after he climaxed. Phil merely drove and Betsy sat quietly while they dreamed of separate issues. Betsy wondered if Thomas was real and if her relationship with Phil was actually over. Although Phil had always said they were not fully committed to each other, Betsy still felt guilty for having a secret affair. *** The next weekend signaled the end of summer. It was a three-day affair with Monday being the last holiday of summer and everyone just wanted to party hard. Betsy thought she was right in assuming Phil didn't know anything about what happened last weekend with Thomas. She planned to get more of Thomas' personal information this weekend and hoped he would show up at the beach house. When she and Phil arrived at the house, all the bedrooms were full except for theirs. //// Betsy rushed upstairs to the bedroom that she hoped Thomas would be in, but she sadly found the room occupied by an unforgettable guest. The door of the room was open and Betsy got a glimpse of Marty putting her things away. She had a sudden urge to order the woman out of the bedroom but realized it was not her place to assign rooms. A shiver of doubt went through her tummy wondering if Phil had given Thomas' old room to the disgusting Marty. //// That Saturday was probably the longest day of her life. Betsy sat on the beach watching Phil and volleyball crowd and she remembered drinking way too much. She was kind of down on Phil because her mind was so preoccupied with hopes of seeing Thomas again. It seemed the day would never end but it finally did with a big party in their beach house living room. Everyone sat around getting blasted; it was a combination of too much sun, too much booze and too much late night carousing. The mood on Sunday was far more sedated. Everyone was hung over and Betsy was no different than the rest. She was filled with worry and anxiety thinking that she poured her heart out to a man who didn't want her. It was like any person who dearly loved someone but didn't know whether that person loved them back. Sunday brunch was the first meal of the day and Betsy found herself sitting with Penny at the kitchen table. The two women chatted casually and Penny asked her about Marty. Penny wanted to know what happened last weekend. Betsy watched the girl's reaction when she told her about Marty's gangbang but Penny's face didn't show anything. Knowing the girl was very religious, Betsy assumed that Penny would never condemn anyone for sinning in such an immoral way. Once afternoon arrived, the group was over their hangovers. They were ready for some more sun and volleyball and everyone moved down to the beach. Betsy got her usual spot off to one side of the setup courts and she again lapsed into a state of nervous anxiety. In the middle of the afternoon, all of a sudden she saw him. Thomas was standing with a group of guys who had just finished a volleyball game and he looked marvelous. Betsy didn't want to show too much enthusiasm, but she just couldn't wait. She almost ran up to the group and when Thomas saw her, his face lit up. Suddenly he excused himself and took Betsy's hand leading her off to one side so they could be alone. "I had to come. Sorry I didn't get here earlier... but I got held up. I can't stay this weekend... and I wanted you to know that," Thomas whispered. Betsy stood holding his hands while he kept talking. "I have a big family gathering that I have to attend. It's on right now but I had to come here to tell you... so you wouldn't think I was ignoring you," he explained. "Last weekend... was the best of my life. You mean everything to me... and I didn't want you to worry that I wasn't going to see you again." "It's okay. I wasn't worried. I was just sitting around with the rest of the guys... enjoying the sun and having a few beers," Betsy said feeling her face blush a brilliant red. "I have to be in Boston... well, about two hours ago," he whispered with a chuckle. "But I had to see you. Here! This is my business card. Please call me Wednesday. I'll be in my new home then." They exchanged a loving embrace and suddenly everything was all right. Betsy watched him run down the beach until he was out of sight, and then she returned to her chair. The remainder of the afternoon and evening was a complete blur, as all she could think about was Wednesday, a new beginning in her love-life. Betsy was still in a heightened, emotional state later in the evening. She remembered thinking that nothing could stop her from dreaming about what was in store for the future. Thinking back on that night, Betsy realized that her boyfriend likely planned the whole evening. She was oblivious to the reality Phil plied her with booze, which made her let down her guard. Betsy was completely oblivious that Phil knew about her secret affair. //// Close to midnight, Phil pestered her to join him for a little private party in one of the upstairs bedrooms. Reluctantly Betsy went with him just wanting to get the evening over with so she could go to bed. At the top of the stairs, Betsy halted when she realized Phil was heading towards the bedroom, which held great memories. There were strange moans and groans coming from the room she shared with Thomas the previous weekend and Betsy remembered thinking that the gangbang slut was at it again. //// Suddenly Phil grabbed her arm and made her stand quietly outside the noisy room. The door to Marty's room was open, which Betsy found out later was done on purpose. She could still hear loud moans of a woman's distress and then Phil encouraged her to peek into the room. Not wanting to disobey, Betsy slowly poked her head around the corner and noticed plenty of action on Marty's bed. Betsy was about to retreat when her boyfriend grabbed her arm with a viselike grip. It happened so fast that she didn't get a chance to get away from Phil. "Let's watch. I want to see Marty turn a little miss goodie-girl into her slave," he whispered. Now years later, Betsy realized how naïve and stupid she was back then. She should have realized it was all a setup, but at the time she didn't. Her boyfriend pushed her into the room and up against the wall. They stood motionless and the combatants on the bed never paid any attention to the new onlookers. Thankfully the room was relatively dark so Betsy didn't think she was in the spotlight. She stared at the furious action taking place a few feet away and noticed the naked body of Marty sitting on another woman's face. Marty had her knees around the woman's head and she locked her fingers into the struggling woman's hair. It appeared like Marty was suffocating the woman, as she pulled the woman's head up tightly into her crotch. It had to be seen, to be believed. Marty was forcing a woman to eat her out and there was a man fucking the woman's brains out. The man was perpendicular to the women and he was holding the thrashing legs up in the air. He lay sideways to the woman and pounded his pecker in and out of her hole like a madman. Betsy remembered thinking that the woman must be hurting from being in such a precarious position. Betsy never did know why she merely stood there. Surely, she reasoned now years later, it should have been possible to escape Phil's grasp. All of a sudden Marty was going through the throes of an explosive orgasm. Her body shook and vibrated and Betsy could clearly see she was having an enormous climax. The sound of the woman's tongue lapping Marty's leaking pussy sent shivers up Betsy's spine, as she watched the torrid sex scene. Suddenly Marty's orgasm was over and she shifted her body down so that she was sitting on the woman's stomach. Marty grabbed the woman's legs from the man and held them high in the air, which kept her crotch fully exposed for the man. Betsy's eye's opened in awe when she noticed who it was. Penny, or the righteous Church-girl as the group called her, was laying spread out on the bed with her face covered with Marty's juices. Penny's eyes were open wide and she was staring straight up at the ceiling. Betsy was afraid to move for fear of drawing attention to her and Phil. She ogled the demoralizing gangbang, which was taking place right in front of her, and stood still, flat against the wall. Then Betsy noticed Penny's bare breasts for the first time. She had always known the woman's tits were small and almost nonexistent but she never realized her nipples were so outstanding. They had to be an inch in size and obviously extremely sensitive by the way she moaned when Marty pinched them. The memory suddenly got more detailed and far more vivid. Betsy could hear everything like it was yesterday. "Say it. Say it, slut. Tell mistress to let you cum," Marty hissed daring Penny to say something. "Do you like mistress playing with your glorious nipples? Slut... I can see you want it. Say it!" Marty twirled the woman's nipples around, as if she was twisting them off a bottle. Then she put her face closer to Penny's and dared her again. "I know Stan is fucking your sweet cunt... and filling his slut with cum. Now mistress wants to hear her slave beg... beg for it," Marty whispered. Her voice sent shivers through Betsy even though Marty was speaking to someone else. Suddenly Penny was talking but her voice was too soft to be heard across the room. "Louder! Say it louder... so my new slut can hear. Say it slut," Marty ordered. It never dawned on Betsy at the time but Marty had plans. The sound of Penny's lost pleas were all that she was aware of. "Please... oh please let me cum. God mistress... my nipples... my pussy... oh, my God... I have to cum." Marty pinched the swollen nipples and twisted them as hard as she could. "More!" Penny couldn't stop but nothing she said was discernable. "Ooh... ooh. Oowie... ooh gawd... aah... gaaw, ooh, ooh. Oh no... oh no... yea... plea." It was obvious that Marty was in control and Penny was willing to submit to anything she demanded. Marty whispered in Penny's ear, making the girl speak loud and clear. She pleaded and begged her mistress and Betsy couldn't believe Penny had given in. What Betsy did notice was a world-class orgasm. Betsy didn't even notice what her boyfriend had been doing. She glanced to the side and saw Phil jerking off his hard cock. With her attention diverted at the least opportune time, it enabled Marty to put her devious plan in place. Betsy was petrified standing against the wall when the three naked bodies from the bed approached. "So my little slut likes watching. Did you like watching me turn Church-girl into a slut?" Betsy was too stunned to say anything. Then she got the bright inspiration to run. She pushed away from the wall and was just about to make a getaway when Phil grabbed her arms. He stood behind her and pinned her arms behind her back. Suddenly Marty was in her face. "I asked you a question! Did you like watching me turn Penny into a slut?" Then the woman took advantage of Betsy's captive stance. She wrapped the fingers of her left hand into her hair and jerked Betsy's head until their eyes locked. Betsy knew enough to answer or things could get worse. "No... no, gawd no." A sudden jerk of Marty's left hand and an extremely stern stare was enough to change Betsy's mind. There was a momentary pause. Then Betsy decided to tell the woman what she wanted to hear, assuming it was the best thing to do. "Yea... yes. Yes! I watched... are you fucking happy?" Marty was good at gaining control over submissive women. She had done it many times and certainly the episode with Penny was testament to her ability to become a mistress. Suddenly her right hand slipped under the bottom of Betsy's shirt and instantly closed over her left boob. "I watched you the whole time. I saw the lust on your face. Only a slut would stand there and watch... watch Church-girl being punished." "Oh gawd... I didn't mean to." Betsy tried to turn her head and look at Phil, but Marty held her hair with a secure hold. Then Marty swiftly ripped Betsy's bra up so she could feel a bare breast. Her hand cupped Betsy's titty and squeezed hard enough to get a reaction. Betsy struggled and tried to twist out of Phil's iron-grip. She got a brief hope of getting free, but suddenly Marty took control. She pinched the hardened nipple and rolled it around vigorously until Betsy stopped struggling. Marty got more excited with each passing second. Her head filled with lustful illusions, watching the futile struggles of the gorgeous woman. "Phil tells me that you are the hottest woman around. That you love screwing... anything with a pulse," Marty whispered. "He knows. Phil knows you fucked around... screwed around with Thomas." Betsy continued to squirm, but suddenly she comprehended the severity of the situation. If her boyfriend knew that she had sex with Thomas, he would certainly not help her now. Betsy realized that she was alone against Marty, but also Phil, who would be out for revenge. Marty would try to humiliate and degrade her enough so that she could gain control and Phil would help the woman. But Betsy vowed to be strong and fight the bitch to the end. All of a sudden things took a turn for the worst. "Slut! Come here slut... and see if we can turn dear Betsy into our slave," Marty said to Penny. "Stan honey... and Phil... let's take our little slave to the bed. Then dear Betsy can show us that she's a real slut." Suddenly everyone reached for her. Phil grabbed her under the armpits, someone grabbed one leg, someone grabbed the other, and then they all picked her up like a feather. In a split second, Betsy found herself spread-eagled on the bed with four sex-starved maniacs holding her captive. She twisted and struggled but Phil held her arms fully stretched, up above her head, and her legs were pinned to the mattress by Stan and Penny. Marty was in her glory. She huddled beside the frightened woman and pretended to console Betsy. Marty lifted and supported Betsy's head and stared directly into her eyes. "You think you're too good for the rest of us... don't you? Well, miss prissy... we'll see how good you really are," Marty whispered in a most threatening tone. "Slut... Church-girl! Come here and show our little slave how you like sucking titties. But first... let's get the bitch naked." Marty planned to make Betsy suffer. She was going to strip the woman, but it would be slow and tantalizing. Marty grabbed the bottom of Betsy's shirt and rolled it up to her neck, along with the lacy bra. She shifted slightly to the side and allowed Penny room to move over Betsy's chest. Penny hovered over the captive woman and suddenly the two stared into each other's eyes. Betsy was moved by the hesitant, pleading look on Penny's face and she felt like telling the girl that she understood. Betsy remembered shaking her head when she realized what was about to happen. She glanced down at her exposed chest and noticed her boobs swaying seductively side to side with her ragged breathing. There was a hand, Marty's hand she realized, cupping her right titty and sort of squeezing it into a cone-shape. "Aren't they beautiful... the most succulent tits... ever! Go ahead Penny. Feel them. Put your hands on them and feel what real breast are like," Marty said. It was now or never, Betsy decided. "Phil. Phil! For gawd sake... make her stop! Make the bitch stop... now!" Betsy tried to turn her head upwards so she could see her boyfriend. "For gawd sake, Phil! Do something! Make her stop!" There was no response from Phil except that he tightened his hold on her outstretched arms. When she tried again to reason with him, Betsy decided that a more subtle approach might work. "Oh, please. Phil... please help me. Oh, gawd you have to help me... pleeeeease!" Betsy hoped her pleas would make her boyfriend realize the error of what was happening but that didn't happen. Suddenly her head was jerked so that she stared straight ahead at Penny. The girl's eyes pleaded for forgiveness but that didn't stop Penny from obeying her mistress. Betsy felt the girl's hands shaking when they caressed her breastbone and then slide slowly upwards. The hands quickly stopped vibrating when the fingers seized both dazzling nipples. Betsy gave another valiant attempt to look at Phil, but Marty held her head steady, facing the front. She desperately wanted to lie perfectly still and show Marty that her humiliation was having no affect. Then her breathing got very uneven and her chest heaved displaying some of her lost control. Marty decided it was time for further chastisement. "Now... let's take her clothes off. She likes showing off on the beach... wearing those skimpy outfits," she whispered. "Fuck honey... let's see what those horny bastards keep looking at." Betsy felt so many hands on her torso that it was impossible to fight them off. Suddenly her top and bra were removed and tossed across the room, as if they were rags. She could feel Marty's hands even before they actually touched her body. Betsy knew what was next. Her tummy quivered so violently that it was increasingly harder to breath. Then Marty's fingers unsnapped the waistband of her pants. Betsy couldn't breathe anymore. Suddenly Marty slowly undid the zipper in a most tantalizing fashion and purposely held the flaps open. Betsy's tummy heaved in and out so fast, making it hard to catch her breath when the woman's fingers brushed the edges of her panties. Marty's fingers pinched the elastic band and pulled outward so she could look down the front. "My, my! That's about the nicest cunt... ever. I bet you like it being touched... caressed by a slut. I think you'll like it if Penny touches you... won't you?" All of a sudden the hands returned. Stan along with the helping hands of Marty and Penny quickly stripped the rest of Betsy's clothes while Phil pinned her arms above her head. She remembered sobbing and letting out numerous whimpers when her pants were lowered. Then more sobs when her panties were stripped leaving her completely naked. Betsy tried kicking but her legs merely thrashed in midair before getting pinned on the bed again. Things were getting more desperate and Betsy opened her mouth again to plead for mercy. Suddenly Marty rolled the lacy panties into a ball and shoved them into Betsy's open mouth. The woman laughed out loud and Betsy felt sick. "I know you want it. You're a slut... just like Church-girl. I could see that when you kept watching... the gangbang last weekend... and the one tonight," Marty whispered. Betsy's eyes were open so wide they hurt. She stared straight up at the ceiling hoping it was all a bad dream. "Now it's time for you to see a real slut. Penny my love... you will witness lust like you've never seen before." The dire prediction made Betsy cry. She desperately tried to spit the panties out but Marty held them security in her mouth. Suddenly her plight seemed so hopeless and Betsy wasn't sure if she had the strength to overcome Marty's drastic prophecy. Suddenly Marty blocked her view of the ceiling and the woman glared threateningly into Betsy's teary eyes. "Listen. Listen good slut... because I won't repeat myself. You're going to cream... cum in Penny's mouth and show her that you are a real slut." Marty spread out on the bed. She was sideways to Betsy, leaning over her chest. Marty put her right arm on the bed and held herself up so she could keep her face right in front of the woman's startled eyes. Her left hand continued to hold the panty gag in Betsy's mouth and everyone heard the whimpers of despair coming from the captive. Betsy couldn't see past the shield of Marty's body but suddenly she felt a feather, or it felt like one. Then she realized it was Penny's tongue. The girl licked her entire pelvis and then she licked the inside of her thighs. Penny was spurred onward by the wonderful smell and the sweetest taste. Her tongue lashed out and grazed the tip of Betsy's slit. The legs were tightly closed, but it still left a small, upper portion of Betsy's pussy exposed. Penny could barely touch the hidden clit, but she couldn't resist flicking her tongue between the puffy labia. Betsy desperately held her legs together. Stan had long ago stopped holding her down and he was standing off to one side merrily fisting his prick. Phil refused to let go of her arms, but he did relax his grip so it was not as restrictive for his girlfriend. Penny crouched beside Betsy's outstretched legs trying her best to perform magic, which would please her mistress. Penny had no idea what her mistress was doing, but Betsy knew. "Spread your legs... open them so slut Penny can taste your cunt. If you don't open them this instant... I'll kick the living shit out of you. And then feed your beaten ass to every fucking guy in this house," Marty said with her voice steady and mean. "That's it slut... spread those lovely legs... show me what a slut you are." It was the most devastating moment in her life up to that point. Betsy never understood how her legs parted but she certainly understood the repercussions. Her feet were only about a foot apart, but that was enough for Penny. She flipped over one leg and pounced down between the shapely thighs. Then her hands pushed outward on the legs and suddenly she could see it all. Penny's fingers went to the pink, swollen lips and pried them part to reveal utopia. It took a few moments before Penny was able to move, but then she swooped in to put her lips over the upper portion of Betsy's slit. She tenderly forced her tongue between the pearly lips and found the secret control button. Penny opened her mouth wide and sucked the entire clitoris into her burning mouth. Betsy arched her back but there was no escaping the hungry jaws. "Feel it... feel Penny's mouth. There is no one better at eating pussy than Penny. The girl sucked me inside out when she ate me. What's it feel like... slut!" Betsy was more determined than ever. She used every ounce of willpower to stave off any desire or lust. Her pretty face twisted and lines of worry appeared, which made Marty extremely pleased. Saliva ran out the corners of her mouth, as Betsy tried hard to keep breathing with the gag still in her mouth. "Fight it. Go ahead... fight all you want. We aren't going anywhere until you do it," Marty whispered. The woman's burning breath made Betsy's face turn beat red. Betsy grit her teeth on the soaked panties, fighting with all of her strength and resolve. Suddenly Marty dropped down, pulling the gag out. She lay on top of Betsy's chest and kissed her on the lips. At first the lips remained closed tightly but that reversed in a heartbeat. Marty's teeth curled around Betsy's bottom lip and then she bit hard. It was the kiss from Hell. Betsy was positive she tasted blood and her mouth opened, as if to protest. Then the demanding Marty grabbed a handful of hair and twisted hard. She aimed Betsy's head in her direction and forced her tongue into the waiting mouth. Marty had to search for the tongue, but she found it hiding in the bottom of Betsy's mouth. The timid tongue came up to fight off the forceful approach, but then the sharp teeth closed on it too. Tears filled Betsy's eyes, as she felt helpless against such a powerful woman. All of a sudden Betsy felt more teeth. Penny had the tiny clit between her ivories and she nibbled on the puffy bud. Betsy's hips jerked, as she reacted to the sharp caresses, but that only encouraged the determined Penny. All of a sudden she experienced the strangest feelings of her life. Everything happened at the same time. Betsy realized her arms were free, but still they remained above her head, thrashing wildly. The kiss consumed her soul like no other; the teeth nibbled nonstop on her sensitive clitoris, and then a long, slender finger filled her steaming hole. Betsy knew her hips were bouncing up and down in perfect rhythm with the finger fucking but she couldn't do anything about it. Betsy never considered her collapse as surrender. It was merely the evolution of a sexual encounter and she willingly let her juices flow freely into the hungry mouth. Penny was a pro and her tongue and teeth worked feverishly in harmony to consume Betsy's lust. She tasted the cream and sucked even harder, knowing what it would do to Betsy's resolve. There was the briefest moment when Betsy rode the crest, teetering high in the air. Then the dam broke and the orgasm flooded her good judgment. Her body belonged to the devil and Betsy let the climax overwhelm all of her emotions. *** Oh, gawd, what a night, Betsy thought as she remembered that night with Marty. It didn't require any encouragement for the men to act. Betsy vividly remembered having the feeling of total helplessness. She felt the overpowering urge to let Marty retain control and sensed that the woman merely tolerated Phil and Stan when they had intercourse with her slave. Marty held Betsy the whole time, as first Phil, and then Stan ravaged her beaten body. Betsy remembered thinking at the time that it would be Phil's last stand. Their relationship was over. She submitted to the sexual encounter and tried to let her mind go off into some blank space. Betsy was thankful for Marty's tender caresses and it made the disgusting sex go by much easier. As soon as Phil emptied his load, Stan mounted her. Again Betsy merely closed her eyes and let it happen. She felt Stan's momentum build quickly and it was over in a flash. Thinking back on the worst night of her life, Betsy wondered if the drastic episode left any permanent scares. Just when Betsy thought it was over, Marty had something else to prove. The woman yearned to display her ultimate control over the sexiest woman and her outburst took Betsy by surprise. Marty ordered her to eat her out. "Do it. Lick my pussy... make me cum all over your slut tongue," she whispered in Betsy's ear. "Eat me... or else!" Betsy heard the dire remark but she didn't react fast enough. All of a sudden Marty grabbed her by the hair and sat her up straight. Then she slapped Betsy so hard across the face that it snapped her head to the side. Betsy was stunned. Suddenly her head was rotated to the front and she stared into the dark, paralyzing eyes. "Get between my legs... now! Lick my pussy," Marty hissed. "Get on your hands and knees so you can put your sexy ass in the air... so Penny can fuck it." It took about five seconds for the controlling woman to get the slave on her hands and knees. Marty yanked on Betsy's hair and she guided the whimpering woman between her legs. Betsy's cheek was on fire. The slap had robbed any measure of dignity still left in her and Betsy felt her face shoved into the woman's wetness. The hair on her head hurt so bad that Betsy was afraid to struggle for fear Marty would pull harder. Suddenly Betsy didn't want to think about that night any longer. The group stayed in Marty's bedroom the whole night and it was Betsy's biggest nightmare. She refused to recall how many times she was molested and forced to have sex. It was a chapter that wasn't pleasant but one that had to be included in her life story. She remembered falling asleep in the middle of the night but being awaken by Phil and Stan. The nightmare continued until she finally fell asleep in complete exhaustion. *** Betsy woke up with the heat and sun filling the enclosed bedroom. Phil and Marty were already up but the other three lay strewn on top of the messy bed. Betsy had a sheet covering her nudity but the other two had nothing. Her head hurt; her eyes burned so bad it was hard to keep them open, and she was famished. She heard the shower running and assumed one of the missing villains was in there. A sudden tremor shot through her head with the recollection of what Phil told her during the night. Betsy was going to try and recall when that was but suddenly realized it really didn't matter. Phil told her that he knew about Thomas, as the house had many ears and eyes. He informed her that he wanted one last fling before setting her free. He merely told her it was a nice ride while it lasted but he realized their relationship was over. Of course that happened in the middle of the night. Then Betsy remembered when Phil jumped her bones for one last ride and how the rest took liberties. She shivered with the memory. Suddenly Betsy needed to end her relationship with Phil and end the life chapter and her recollection returned to Marty's bedroom. Abruptly Betsy jumped out of bed. She passed Phil coming out of the bathroom wearing a towel and they just said good morning. Betsy had a quick shower and then she had to get out of the place. Dressed in a t-shirt, panties, and shorts, and with a little money, she was gone. She found a little restaurant several blocks away and just sat there eating and musing. How did it all happen? Was I to blame? Betsy kept wondering what went wrong? When she got back to the house, everyone was already down at the beach. Since it was the last day of what was considered summer holidays, everyone wanted to push it to the limit. Betsy contemplated calling someone to come out and pick her up, but she decided to accept Phil's offer for a ride home. It meant spending the entire afternoon at the beach but it was her only option unless she could catch a ride with someone else. Betsy headed for the beach wanting to catch up on some needed zees. She napped but her daydreaming was soon interrupted when Penny and Flipper decided to join her. Penny put her towel down next to Betsy's chair and immediately started rubbing lotion on herself. Betsy offered to do her back and the two women huddled closer. All of a sudden Betsy noticed that Penny was not smiling. The same smile Penny always had was gone and she appeared troubled. Betsy took special care in massaging the girl's back and shoulders, trying to show her that she cared. "It's okay... everything's okay." Penny couldn't look at the adorable woman. "I'm sorry... so sorry. She made me do it... and I didn't want to," she whispered. Suddenly Penny realized her mistake. "No! Well, I did... really wanted to touch you, but not like that." Betsy realized that Penny was sincere and that she was merely following orders last night. She shuddered thinking of what happened during the night and how she reacted to everything Penny did. Suddenly her train of thought was interrupted by Marty. The woman abruptly appeared with three strangers and the grin on her face sent shivers through Betsy and Penny. "Love! Penny... I have some guys that would like to meet you. We're heading to the house... please join us." The woman's statements sounded more like orders than anything else. Marty motioned towards the three men waiting off to one side and she gave the girl no choice. "Here... let me get your towel. Now... let's go!" Penny stood up, grabbing her beach bag to leave. Her head went from side to side looking at Betsy and Marty and her expression conveyed the hopelessness of the situation. Betsy felt sorry for the girl but she was not about to help Penny out in any way. She had already decided to not have anything else to do with the conniving Marty. Just before Marty turned to leave, she squatted next to Betsy's chair. She rested her forearm on the chair and stared straight into Betsy's bewildered eyes. "You can come... join us. Since you like to watch... you can get nice and close this time," Marty whispered. The sarcasm was thick when Betsy responded. "No, thanks. I'll pass." "Your mouth says not but your nipples say yes." Betsy stared into the woman's eyes almost daring her to do something. Then Marty did and Betsy almost fainted. Marty's fingers reached out and brushed across the ends of both boobs. Betsy had thrown out the challenge but suddenly she was too dumbfounded to move when the woman accepted. Marty's fingers lightly caressed her nipples and Betsy just sat still and it quickly turned into a cat and mouse game. "Penny will suck those luscious nipples." "No. I don't think so." "I've never seen anyone cum like you did last night..." "I'm glad you liked it." "Yes, it was fantastic. But you'll be doing Penny a favor if you join us." "Not today. I'm heading home right away." "Too bad! When I told the guys how you like to watch... watch a gangbang, they were totally aroused." "Well, I don't really like watching such awful scenes." "Honest! But you should have seen yourself last night... fucking amazing the way you came when Penny ate you." "Please... no more." Suddenly Marty pinched both nipples and rolled them around. She didn't care who was looking. "That's more like it... begging like you did last night. I can't remember getting more excited when I heard you beg for it... just like a real slut." Betsy was speechless. Marty gave her nipples a twist and then she let them go. The woman looked like a snake ready to pounce on a little mouse. "I don't have time for this now... but you know! You know I can make you do anything? Make you act like a slut... don't you?" Betsy didn't know what to say. She was steadfast in not submitting again to the bitch, but Marty's threats sent shivers through her body. Suddenly Betsy wondered what she would do if Marty pulled her out of the chair and ordered her to come? What if Marty ordered her to join the crowd in the house? Did she have enough courage to resist the woman? All of a sudden Marty stood and departed. She quickly joined her group and they all headed for the house. Betsy noticed how Penny was surrounded by Marty on one side and a stranger on the other. Marty had her arm around Penny's shoulders in an effort to console the girl, but it was the man who drew Betsy's stare. His right hand was on Penny's back and suddenly shifted downwards and directly onto the girl's butt. Betsy noticed how he squeezed and felt Penny's ass and there was no retaliation of any kind. Betsy almost jumped out of her skin. Unexpectedly Phil was beside her and he poked her in the side to get her attention. He said to relax and enjoy what was left of the long weekend. Luckily for Betsy, Phil decided to leave his volleyball buddies so he could drive her home. She desperately wanted to make a fast getaway even though it meant the end of summer. Betsy felt pangs of sadness thinking of no longer spending time at Phil's wonderful beach house. The trip was silent for the first few miles, but then they started a light conversation. Nothing was said about ending the love affair but both knew it was over. Suddenly Betsy sat up on the spare bed she was using for reminiscing. The life story was evolving and another chapter came to a close. A chapter that taught her many life lessons so it was not all bad. THE END I will continue Betsy's weekend in another chapter. I promised her that I would write about her first 39 years and then we can fantasize about the future. I hope readers don't find this type of flashback too confusing but I wanted Betsy to think about all the things that happened in her life before turning 40. Betsy is probably the most appealing woman I know, and strangely, I am not sure if she is not the wittiest, smartest woman... or the craziest. Please send me your feedback, as I always appreciate readers who take the time to write.

the night.  Of course it was fine, we would watch some movies or play some games, or so I thought.

About an hour after Jake’s parents had left, he told me he was learning about sex in school.  I tried to change the subject because it made me a little uncomfortable.  But, he persisted.  He asked me what it was like.  I told him the birds and the bee’s story, basically the same way every father tells his son.  He asked my how old I was when I first had sex, and what she looked like underneath.

Soon, the conversation turned very personal and he told me about himself.  How he liked girls, but always wondered about guys.  Trying not to embarrass him, I said every guy has that feeling every once in a while.  Then, very surprisingly, he asked me about my dick, how long it was.  I told him about seven inches.  He told me his was about the same.

Eventually, the talking had gotten me a little excited, and because I was wearing sweat pants and no underwear, he could tell.  I saw him glancing down at it and staring for a while, even though I tried to hide it.  He then reaches for the remote, which was on my other side from him.  He purposely rubbed his chest on my cock just to see what it felt like.

We both got quite for a little while, and I said, you felt it didn’t you.  He laughed and admitted to it.  He said he did it on purpose, just out of curiosity.  He asked it he could see it.  Once again trying not to embarrass him, I said maybe some other time.  He said, I’ll show you mine.  Without giving me a chance to reply, he pulled his shorts and underwear below his dick.  It sprung strait up and pointed directly at me.  It was really large, a little larger than mine.  “Now show me yours” he said. 

I said, okay, but it’s very important that this stays between us.  He agreed.  I pulled my pants below my dick, it was semi-stiff.  “Wow, you have a lot of hair” he said.  Yeah, you will too soon.  He then asked if he could touch it.  When he said that, my cock got rock hard and he knew I wanted it.  He didn’t wait for an answer, he just grabbed it.  I felt his small soft hand wrap around it and I almost lost control.  He just held onto it for a while, before getting closer and telling me to grab his.  “Teach me how to have sex” he said.

I reach down and grabbed his cock, it was so thick.  I began stroking him and he moaned a little with pleasure.  I told him; first, he had to suck my dick.  He got on his knees on the floor, crawled over between my legs and put the head of my dick in his mouth.  I wanted to cum right there, but I held it in.  He sucked for a good five minutes before he got tired of it and asked me to suck his.

He sat back on the couch and I assumed position.  I put all I could of his cock in my mouth.  About thirty seconds of sucking, and without warning, he shot his load deep in my throat.  I gagged a little and his young white cream came out of my mouth and all over his bald balls.  I thought he would be finished, but I thought wrong.  He got up and flipped over and told me to fuck his ass.  I was so surprised, this little innocent kid, just asked me to fuck his little ass.

He bent over a pulled his ass cheeks apart.  I could see he had never done this before.  His ass looked like it had never been touched.  It was completely hairless and the hole was so tiny.  I thought there was no way I was going to get it in.  I leaned forward and licked his ass.  He flinched but stayed put.  I began licking faster and faster, eventually getting him to loosen up and let my tongue enter.  He tasted so great.  I felt like a virgin again.  I then stuck a finger in and finger fucked him, leading up to two fingers.  After I felt like he was loose enough I got up put the tip of my now throbbing dick to his ass hole.  I applied a little pressure. 

I seen his hands grab the pillow of the couch to help ease the pain, but he said nothing.  I got about three inches in before I began to get in rhythm and actually fuck him.  I reach down to play with his balls and felt his dick was rock hard again.  I fucked for about five minutes before I let myself go.  I shot a huge load in his ass.  I stayed in him until my dick got soft.  When I pulled out, cum followed and flowed over his balls before dripping on the floor.

I knew he would want his turn so I turned around and put my ass in the air.  When he turned, he didn’t lick or spit, he put his dick at my entrance and went in fast.  It hurt like hell but felt great.  I had the large dick of a 13 year old kid in my ass hole.  It didn’t take him long either.  After about two minutes of fucking, he said “I want to cum in your mouth.”  By that time, I didn’t care; I rolled over and opened my mouth.  His cum shot all over my face, and into my mouth.  It tasted great, I sucked every last drop before swallowing it.

We got up a talked and little and decided it was time to go to bed.  He told me he was going to make sure that I was going to watch him whenever he needed a babysitter.  That was fine with me.  I went to bed and before I got to sleep, he came in my room and asked if he could sleep with me.  I told him okay, and well, that’s for another story...

ssibles some with photos some without, if they had a phone number we chatted to them to see if they sounded genuine, whoops there goes another ten, wives answering phone or business answering machines always means husband is playing away. The ten left seemed nice single guys aged from eighteen to thirty the ones with photos showed they were a minimum seven inches, three didn't have photos but seemed genuine and it was just a case of no photos. We started by meeting the eighteen year old trouble was in the flesh he was all of fifteen nice but illegal. The next person we met didn't match up with the photo, must have used a friends photo, we were doing well but it was not unexpected. One guy didn't turn up for a meeting but seeing as it was early we phone another guy one of the ones that didn't ask a photo and told him we would like to meet him if he was available. He was able to meet us thirty minutes later, Anne was expecting another let down a scruffy guy approached us in the beer garden about twenty minutes later, here we go again I thought Anne's face showed horror, but he was only looking for a light. Five minutes later another guy came in our direction six feet plus well built good looking and well groomed, Anne said quietly 'can't be'. He approached even closer and extended his hand.

'Anne & Peter ?' he asked.

When we nodded he introduced himself  'Glad to meet you, I'm Anthony we spoke on the phone a short while ago'.

By the look on Anne's face the guy was in already, asking what we would like to drink before he sat put him on side with me. Shortly after him returning with the drinks we were getting on like we had known each other for ages, two hours later we were still chatting. An invite to return to our place was given and accepted, this was unusual as we normally don't do that the same night after a meeting just to be sure both parties get on. However when we pulled into our driveway Anthony's car pulled in right behind ours. I went ahead and turned on the lights (dimmed of course) and music before getting drinks from the bar. Anne walked through with Anthony on her arm sitting him on the lounge before joining him there nearly but not quite on his lap. No uncomfortable period here, as I carried across the drinks they started some serious kissing. I felt a bit like a spare wheel so I decided to check on the spa out in the garden, it was a beautifull warm summers night. I took off the spa cover through the lounge room window I could see Anne and Anthony their kissing had now gone on to mild foreplay. Anne's blouse was wide open and her skirt was hitched right up Anthony wasting no time in checking out Anne's body. When I walked in Anne seemed to be having trouble with Anthony's trousers, though open at the fly his cock seemed from my view out of sight.

"Oh good I thought, another five incher" I expected a very annoyed Anne to tell Anthony a few home truths. Instead she gave me a look of amazement undoing Anthonys's trousers completely she pulled them down his legs. The view of his boxer shorts amazed me as well they were being stretched by a monster cock, finally Anne freed it and it bobbed up. I was a little stunned myself I had often heard the phrase hung like a horse and now I was seeing it. For a moment or two Anne just looked then she took it in her hand her fingers nowhere near encircling it, putting her other hand above the first she was still nowhere near the glans never mind the tip of this monster.

'Peter get a ruler out of my desk draw' Anne said I did as asked when I gave it to her she measured Anthony's cock all eleven inches.

'Your kidding, eleven inches' Anne whispered, before once again taking it in her hands and giving it a few gentle strokes.

'What am I going to do with this?' Anne turned to look at me as if I knew what she was going to do with it.

I knew one thing she wasn't going to throw it back and I knew this was going to be a long night.

Part two to follow

ocusing only on her looks. She saw a short lady waving at her and walked up to her.

   “You must be Brandy!” she smiled. “Why don’t you come inside and ill find you a seat.”

    They walked into the large brick building, with the other kids still outside. The lady kept talking as they navigated the halls. “I’m Ms. Baker, and im your homeroom teacher.” She said. “I teach math. It must be so tough to be a new kid.”  Ms. Baker was an attractive woman, Brandy thought. About 5 foot 6 and beautiful 36E breasts. Maybe 30 years old. Brandy couldn’t help staring at her as they entered the room. “here’s your seat.” She gestured toward a set near the front of the class. Brandy dropped her bag by her seat. “my, youre a quiet one” she giggled.

     “Im sorry, im just a little nervous.” Brandy started to take her things out of her pack.

     “I understand, I really do. Would you like some help with your things?” Ms. Baker bent down to grab the pack and Brandy couldn’t restrain herself from looking down at her half open blouse. Her pussy was aroused at her massive tits. Brandy was very good looking herself, 13 years old, 5 foot 2 and the larger side of C cups already. She had long brown hair down to her waist. She couldn’t not know why boys adored her, but she also liked girls.

      “let me lead you to your locker.” Ms. Baker smiled and started down the hallway, her butt swinging as she walked. They stopped at a locker and Brandy was given her combination. She finally took off her coat and shoved it in. As she did so, she noticed Ms. Baker look over her body. Brandy glanced at her and Ms. Baker gave her a flirty smile. Brandy was getting very excited about this new teacher.

     The next few weeks went by uneventful, and Brandy was getting the hang of her new lessons. She kept receiving sexy looks from Ms. Baker, and almost every day would get home quickly to masturbate before her parents came home. Everything would boil up inside her all day and she needed to get it all out. Boys still constantly stared at her tits, and it was making her become something of a slut. At least once a week she would wear something revealing to get past the insecurity. She started giving blowjobs, and even went all the way with one boy. Her favorite outfit was a pair of extremely short shorts and a tight blose that exposed a lot of cleavage. But she still would cum, thinking about Ms. Baker. She was getting very hot with Brandy, and she was getting tired of just leeting herself stream cum. Brandy wanted her.

     The snow started falling, and she coulnt keep her eyes off Ms. Baker. She finally came to school one day in tight jeans and an almost see-thru button down, determined to seduce her teacher. The bell finally rang, and she was about to make her move.

      Kids were streaming out of the classroom, and Brandy packed her stuff and walked up to the desk.

   “Hello, there Brandy” she said with a wide smile. She bent over just enough to reveal her bra. “Can I help you?”

   “yes, I think you can, Miss.” Said Brandy sa she sat down on the desk, showing off heer thong. “I cant help but notice your looks during class”

   “youre a very, very sexy girl, Brandy” Said Ms. Baker, as she started to unbutton her shirt, “its very hard to ignore you.”

      Brandy crept around to the other side of the desk, locked the door, and started to unzip her jeans.

   “I want you, Miss Baker. Ive wanted you so long….”

    “Shhhhhh….. call me Courtney. Ive also wanted you. I want those huge teen breasts.”

    They were both naked now, and Ms. Baker reached into her drawer and puled out a  huge green dildo.

   “youre not a virgin, arre  you sweetie?”

   “no”

    “I didn’t expect so. Lie down on the desk.” Brandy did as she was told and Ms. Baker got  on her knees and licked Brandy’s pussy as she stuck the dildo up her ass.

     “Ohhhhhhhhh… OHHHHH. Ms. Bakerr!!” Brandy yelled as Ms. Baker shoved her tounge into her slit. Brandy sqeezed her boobs hard and Ms. Baker stood up and placed her pussy on her face.

    “Lick me!” she said and Brandy ate her like it was the last on earth.

     “YES! YES!!!!!!!!” Ms. Baker yelled and Brandy moaned with her. “Brandy, im gonna cum!”

      “Oh! Me too! YESSSS!” they screamed in unison as cum splattered all over the desk. “O my, god. That was so good!”

      “Its not over, yet Brandy. Grab the strap on  in my desk.” Brandy  handed it to her and Ms. Baker said, “give me your ass” Brandy stuck her ass in the air and shoved the strap on in it while she fingered her pusy. “you like that, you little slut? Huh?”

      “Oh, fuck yes!” Brandy replied as Ms. Baker sped up “yes, YES! YESSSSSSS! OH MY GOD FUCK ME MS. BAKER! FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL! YES! YESS! DON’T STOP!” It hurt, but felt good at the same time as Brandy fingered herself and was rammed in the ass with a dildo by woman of her dreams. “IM GONNA CUM! YESSSSS! YES! AHHHHHH…..!” A water fall of cum shot from Brandy’s pussy, like none before.

     “oh, my god Brandy that felt better than ive ever done” said Ms. Baker as she climed onto a wet, dripping Brandy, and started squeezing her tits. “I think we need to do this more often, girlfriend”

    Brandy cleaned up and dressd, grabbed her stuff, and stood in the doorway, looking at her teacher/ girlfriend. “see you tomorrow, baby!” and ran down the hall with joy.

Another installment if you like it.

 

: 49.5pt">Grant, naked on the large bed, hands shackled behind his back, was very helpless. His puzzled eyes stared at his wife as he wondered what May was going on about. This night was not going according to plan; he should be fucking by now! His cock was hard – May was delicious in her black lingerie – and it was Saturday night! Why weren’t they fucking?

In Grant’s mind, the marriage had improved somewhat over the past few weeks when May, apparently, discovered her kinky side. Last Saturday night had been great with Grant tying May to their bed with silken scarves before fucking her until he experienced a mighty orgasm.

This week, May had suggested that she tie him up and tease him. Grant, eager for sex, had agreed but had been vaguely surprised when May had produced the shackles.

And after restraining his hands, she rattled on about trust and other bollocks!

‘What do you mean, honey?’ Grant asked, wondering why women choose the most inopportune time to discuss things that are important to their flighty minds but, actually dull as dishwater to the superior male mind.

He wryly remembered when he had been fucking Joan, his secretary two weeks ago, she had asked him if he loved her. Loved her! Right in the middle of fucking! Talk about spoiling the bloody moment! Women don’t have a bloody clue!

‘Marriage,’ May said, bending to fasten shackles to Grant’s ankles, ‘is built on trust. It’s rather obvious  - well, it is to me.’

Grant watched her fasten the shackles, his eyes flitting back to her buoyant breasts that threatened to spill from the black lace bustier.

She brushed her long blonde hair back with her fingers, smiled at his ankles and said, ‘there. Try to move your legs.’

Grant tried and found they were fastened as tightly as his hands.

‘Good,’ May said, standing and Grant found his eyes were level with the lace panel of her panties, framed beautifully by the black lace straps of her suspenders that led to the dark nylon band of her stocking tops.

‘I have some more treats for you, darling,’ May said rummaging in the large department store shopping bag in which she had transported the shackle. It was incongruous to see her remove fiendish articles from a bag with a revered and well-known conservative brand name on its side.

‘Do you know what this is?’

Grant stared at the contraption of straps and meta rodsl and shook his head.

‘It’s a harness for your head,’ May said with a sly smile, ‘it will keep your head perfectly still.’

‘Now look, May,’ Grant said, deciding that enough was enough and May smiled when she saw his cock wilt a little.

‘That’s for later,’ she said, ignoring him and placing the neck harness on the bed. ‘Time for this!’

This was a ball gag and Grant instantly recognised it for what it was.

‘May, there’s no need…’

‘There’s every need, darling,’ May said softly, moving close, her nylon leg brushing his thigh and Grant’s eyes widened as the gag moved closer. ‘Open wide.’

‘No…honey…no…’

His protests assisted May’s goal and enabled her to push the ball gag firmly into Grant’s mouth, buckling it tightly behind his head.

Smiling with triumph, May sat back on her heels, her knees turning pale under the black nylon and looked at her husband.

‘Try to say something, darling,’ she urged, the smile now forming a grin, ‘it doesn’t have to be anything profound.’

Her fingers found his testicles and Grant felt her warm hand close around his precious yet vulnerable maleness.

‘Perhaps a squeeze on the family jewels will help you find something to say?’

Grant’s eyes bulged and he tried to say, No, don’t! However, he sounded like a drunken monkey asphyxiated with a pillow filled with damp straw!

May laughed delightedly, her fingers fell away from Grant’s balls and she clapped hands in a gesture reminiscent of a schoolgirl.

‘That’s priceless! Excellent!’

She watched her husband coming to terms with his predicament – naked, restrained and gagged – while she, his wife, was free and, for the first time, in control. His eyes filled with anger and he sent wave after wave of mental heat in her direction.

May didn’t appear to recognise her husband’s mental weapon and condescendingly patted his cheek.

‘Poor little boy,’ she said in mocking Mummy tones, ‘is it all going wrong? Is little Granty feeling a little scared?’

She laughed and swung off the bed.

‘As I said, my darling husband, marriage is built on trust. It’s what makes the relationship survive. Unfortunately, I’ve discovered over the years that you haven’t actually been that trustworthy.’

Grant blinked.

What was going on? What did she say?

‘Yes, darling, I’ve known for a while about your sexual escapades and, as a dutiful wife, I thought if I kept quiet you’d get over it in time and settle down.’

She ran a long fingernail down his thigh.

‘I was a silly muffin, wasn’t I?’ May giggled at her naïve stupidity for a second and then looked around the room in a businesslike manner. ‘I need you in that corner but let me put this on you first.’

Grant twisted and turned as May began to fasten a thick leather collar around his neck.

‘Stop being a wriggle bunny! It’s going on whether you want it or not!’

As his wife buckled the collar on, Grant felt the major first pangs of fear – no more little nervous flutters in his stomach – this was naked fear! May’s cold eyes looked down at him as she connected a long leather strap – more like a leash – to the collar.

‘Now,’ May said in a serious tone, ‘I need you on your knees in that corner.’

Grant spluttered protests but the gag made his words unintelligible.

‘We can do it the easy way – well,’ May giggled, her breasts jiggling in the bustier, ‘easier – or the hard way. You can either help me or I’ll just roll you off the bed and you could land with a thump on your face or on this!’

Her fingers encircled his hard cock and May languidly pulled it once or twice, eliciting a small muffled moan from her gagged husband.

‘I wonder if it would snap off if you landed on it?’ May said with a giggle and a horrified Grant gaped at her. ‘It just might bend into a right angle – you’d have a G-spot dickie!’

May laughed delightedly at that while Grant stared at her with naked terror.

‘I’ll swing your legs over the bed and we’ll see if you’ve decided to help me.’

What choice did he have?

He watched his wife walk past, her sexy bottom jiggling in the black panties and moved his legs off the bed.

Grant felt the floor under his bare feet.

‘Kneel down there and walk on your knees to the corner.’

He looked wildly at her and May, hands on hips, stared coldly back.

‘If you don’t, I’m going to get my curling wand, heat it up and play with your dickie!’

He looked up at her hard eyes and, intuitively, knew his wife wasn’t joking!

That was all it took and Grant shuffled over the floor, hard dick bobbing in the night air while his wife watched.

‘Turned around and kneel on this pillow,’ May said, dropping a pillow onto the floor. Muffled sounds of protest leaked from the gag but Grant did as he was told. 

May leant over him to do something behind him with the leash, her leg brushing his face and Grant inhaled her perfume. His cock twitched and May smiled down at it as she stood up, panty-covered groin close to his face.

‘The leash is locked on to the window latch so you can’t go anywhere.’

Grant tried to move but the leash kept him in position.

‘I’ll put the harness on and then we’ll have a little talk.’

She walked away and Grant watched sadly as her bottom wiggled within the panties. He had a feeling he wasn’t getting into those panties tonight!

What was going on in her mind?

She knows about my affairs?

What will she do? Spank me?

His cock twitched at the thought as May walked back with the harness in her hand and squatted down next to him.

His eyes fell to her breasts and she smiled.

‘You’ll get to see them later, darling, but not how you intended,’ May said as she began to fasten the strange leather harness with short slim metal poles around his head.

Grant moved his head this way and that to prevent her and May stopped.

‘It’s going on, darling,’ she said in a quiet voice. ‘If I have to kick you in your precious balls first and then put it on when you are incapable, I will! Believe me! Your choice.’

May stood up and Grant inadvertently glanced down at her black high heel shoes.

‘If you’re going to let me fix the harness on you, nod.’

Grant tried to cry out to his wife, to beg her not to but the steely look in her eyes told him that May meant everything she said.

Slowly, he nodded.

‘Good boy,’ May said, squatting again, presenting Grant with a view of her black panties stretched tightly over her pussy as she fitted the strange harness to his head.

‘There,’ she said after a few moments and standing up, ‘all done.’

May walked back to the bed and sat on the edge.

‘I suppose you’re wondering what that harness is, darling? It’s very simple; it’s rather like blinkers on a horse. It keeps your head in one position so you have to look over here at the bed.’

Grant tried to turn his head but couldn’t, no matter how much energy he used and found his head was firmly fixed in one position. Grant could only stare ahead.

May smiled.

‘Trust, darling. I trusted you and you shattered that trust after just seven months into our marriage but I thought, at least, I was keeping my dignity. That no one would know that you were having your little flings. I was just fooling myself I know, but I needed to.’

Grant stared at her, his stomach turning with fear as he wondered if his wife had become insane.

‘And then, darling, I discovered that you liked to brag about your conquests! That you gossipped about it!’

Grant blinked and frantically strained against the shackles but they were immovable.

‘Everyone knows! All my friends and their husbands – everyone! I even asked Steve – you remember Steve, the young man who cleans the swimming pool – if he had heard anything and he even knew!’

Muffled urgent sounds came from the gag but May ignored them.

‘Trust, darling. I trusted you just as you trusted me to remain faithful to you. And I did!’

May stood up and walked over, looking down on the naked and sweating Grant.

‘I was a fool but I did trust you, darling, just like you trusted me.’

May squatted down again and fondled her husband’s rigid cock.

‘You think with this and you shattered our trust with it.’

Her eyes burrowed into Grants and he tried to look away from that terrible look but the harness prevented his head from moving.

‘So,’ May continued, standing, ‘I’ve decided that I’m going to shatter your trust in me!’

Grant gaped up at his delectable wife’s thighs and even though he couldn’t move his head up, he could tell she was grinning.

‘Steve will be here in ten minutes and I’m going to let him fuck me on our bed while you watch!’

Her calm words were like a burning hot sword piercing his intestines and he gawked painfully at her thighs.

Grant spluttered furiously in the gag and May laughed softly before pushing her pelvis forward so her panty-covered pussy filled her husband’s vision.

‘This sweet pussy wasn’t enough for you but I’m sure it will be for Steve. He couldn’t take his eyes off me when I sunbaked in my tiny bikini. He really wants to fuck me and I can’t wait to feel him inside me! Judging by the way he stretches his jeans, he’s bloody huge!’

More urgent and terrified spluttering as Grant attempted to move but the harness kept his head fixed and the shackles and the leash combined to immobilise him completely.

He was trapped!

‘Poor darling,’ May said, squatting to pat Grant’s cheek, ‘you will watch another man fuck me. I know, you can close your eyes but you can’t close your ears and we both know I’m such a screamer!’

May stood and, still laughing softly walked from the room.

Grant’s stomach churned at the horror of what his wife had said.

She couldn’t do that!

She couldn’t!

Not sweet little May!

No!

Music drifted from downstairs and Grant struggled again with the shackles.

If I can get free, get out of here and I can stop this! I must stop this, I must!

He froze when he heard the doorbell.

No! She can’t! Please god, no!

Voices on the stairs and, suddenly, May walked in leading a slightly embarrassed young man dressed in a white T-shirt and faded blues jeans. He was sinewy, tanned and muscular and his eyes widened when he saw Grant huddled in the corner.

‘Fuck! What’s he doing here?’

May moved into his arms, pushing her self against him and kissed him on the lips.

‘He likes to watch,’ she whispered, her fingers stroking Steve’s cock through his jeans.

‘He likes to what?’ Steve demanded but May claimed another kiss as she unzipped his jeans.

‘He likes to watch, baby,’ May said hoarsely and, to his horror, Grant watched her hand slip into the other man’s jeans. ‘He’s hard, baby, look.’

Steve squinted over at Grant and horrified, Grant realised that his own cock was erect!

‘Yeah,’ Steve said slowly, ‘he’s got a woody.’

‘And so have you!’ May teased and Grant watched as Steve’s jeans and briefs fell to the floor and May leisurely pumped his large and obviously rigid cock.

She turned a little so Grant had no choice but to see her hand sliding up and down Steve’s thick uncircumcised cock. It was devastating and Grant felt waves of nausea sweep over him!

‘So,’ Steve asked, as he peeled his T-shirt off over his head, ‘do you do this often? Do this kinky shit?’

‘Nothing kinky here, baby,’ May said as she squatted down so she was level with Steve’s cock, ‘I’m just going to suck and fuck you. And he can watch all he likes.’ May winked at the distraught Grant before slowly licking Steve’s throbbing cock.

Grant’s heart pounded and his stomach turned over as he watched May suck another man’s cock.

Each suck, each bellow-like movement of her cheeks sent a dagger through his heart and Grant felt sick with jealously. He wanted this to end, to wake up from this awful nightmare and to find his sweet sexy and innocent wife curled up in bed beside him.

Powerless, he watched as the now naked Steve crawled onto the bed and began suckling on May’s breast. The bustier came loose and her magnificent breasts bounced free and into Steve’s willing hands.

‘Fuck, they’re huge!’

Steve suckled on them with a fevered passion and May arched back moaning.

No! Grant’s mind was dangerously close to exploding.

Stop! Please…please…please…

Moaning into the gag, he could only watch tearfully as Steve removed May’s panties and his wife willingly parted her thighs, her pink pussy glistening obscenely in the soft light. Steve’s hands roamed, tickling slightly before sensuously noisily finger fucking her, much to the obvious delight of May!

It went by in a blur and to his humiliation, Grant’s cock remained hard as he watched another man fuck his willing wife.

The pool man, for fucks sake!

May took him on all fours and Steve pounded in and out, howling with delight and then flicked May over onto her back to ram into her again with that large red cock, her legs almost behind her ears.

Grant whimpered into the gag as salty tears dripped from his nose.

No, please…please…no…no…

‘I’m coming, baby!’ Steve said hoarsely.

‘I’m close,’ May whimpered. ‘Keep going…please,’ she pleaded hoarsely.

May came with a heart wrenching scream and fevered movements that left red fingernail marks down Steve’s broad back. The cry of ecstasy from his wife was the worse moment for Grant who was now sobbing openly.

Steve also rocked with his orgasm, face contorted with pleasure.

Grant hoped it would end then – that it was over - but that was not to be.

He had to endure May and Steve, cuddling, talking in loud whispers about sex, about Grant’s perverted desires and many other things while Grant knelt in the corner, forced to watch the bed.

And then Steve and May went at it again - wild, passionate fucking - and this time, Grant just slumped in his bonds and clenched his eyes shut.

But he had to listen and more tears formed as May screamed in ecstasy once again while Steve grunted and exclaimed that May was ‘a fucking horny slut!’

Finally, Steve left after a scornful look at Grant and May crawled naked down the end of the bed to smile in triumph at her huddled husband.

‘That was nice, darling,’ she said softly, ‘I can see why you enjoy fucking other women. Variety is the spice of life, after all.’

Grant opened his eyes and May saw they were red and hollow, his expression one of a broken man.

‘Don’t worry, darling,’ May said with a smile to her stricken husband who knelt defeated in the corner, ‘I won’t tell anyone and I trust Steve not to tell anyone. Although, I can’t guarantee that Steve won’t brag – you know what men are like! They don’t seem to understand a matter of trust.’

(Carmenica Diaz

e my teachers will like me" he replied. He looked really hot and just looking at him made me a bit horny.
   i put my legs up on the seat and spread them a little while looking away [so it would seem i didnt no my pussy was showing] i knew sean was looking "no panties today?" sean asked. i quickly closed my legs and pretended to be embarrased. he kissed me a long very passionate kiss,"ah were alomost at school baby i dont want to get hard right now id have to walk in the bulding like that" he said while pulling away. I gave him a pouting face like little kids do to get what they want.
   "aww" he said right as we were pulling up to school. right when he reached to open the door i quikley moved ontop of him so i was sitting on his lap facing him "im soooo horny"i whispered in his ear."i no baby but school.." "lets skip and go to your house or something!" i said interupting while thrustung my whole body closer to him.."why hadnt i thought of that?" sean question himself,"because your not extremly horny right now" i said while giggling "yes i am,baby i saw your pussy im deffinantly horny"
   sean quikley drove to his house, we entered his normal size house and i ran up the stairs pulling him behinde me we got up to his room and he quikley took my top of and struggled with my bra,but when he got it open he amedently started sucking on my nipples "mmph" i moaned quitley,he then without taking my skirt off ran his finger up and down the lips of my soaking pussy "oh my god" i said while gasping for air.
   I pushed him away from me and took off is shirt i ran my hand along his chest and tugged his pants down when i got to them , his cock was extremly hard under his boxers and i grasped it.Sean let out a sigh and he slipped of my skirt and pushed me on his bed he ran his finger up and down the lips of my pussy and started circling around my clit "ooooooh" i moaned slighty loud. he then stuck two finger deep inside of me and thrusted them in and out while with the other he he caressed my boobs, i was moaning like ccrazy and i pulled his finger out of me.
   i pulled of his boxers and put his ful length in my mouth,i love giving him blowjobs and seeing how good thay make him feel. Sean thrusted his hips to my face "OO fuck emily,thats it baby ooo god" he screamed. I pulled up from him and we kissed long and hard, then he layed me down and i felt his cock press up againt my pussy , as we both let out moans he quicky put it inside me and went fast and hard going harder and harder "oooo my god sweetie mm fuck me fuck me as hard as you can! ooooo" sean was also moaning like crazy and pick up speed.
   I pushed him off me once again and he layed on his bak a little confused, but i placed myself over his cock and this got him excited "oh my god you're so hot fuck me !" he said and with that i droped down on his cock and went up and down pushing my self hard against him
   Me and sean heard a door opening "SHit! i forgot my brother had a half day today!" but this didnt stop me i kept fucking him it felt so good and he didnt care anymore also for he was moaning loud enough for the whole development to hear
   "what the fuck are u doing sean?" we heard his brother,but i didnt stop,his brother walked in to see me fucking his older brother [he was only a year younger so he was aware wht was happening and it still made him three years older than me]
   "sean! shes 14 ! what the fuck are you doing" his brother yelled "go away matt" sean said between gasps of plessure,but he just stood there at the doorway as i continued fucking"do you like watching me fuck your big brother?" i said but could barley between my moans..i thoguht this would make him go away,but to my surpirse [and deffinantly to seans] he pulled out his cock and started jacking off right in the doorway.'
   "mmm yeah sexy fuck him harddd mmm" i was in shock and so was sean but we continued as he jacked off soon me and sean came all over eachother and not longer his brother fallowed.
   "now may i ask why your fucking emily sean? keeping in mind shes 14!" "because im in love her" sean quitly announced. i kissed him and said how much i loved him too
   "can you go now matt , stop looking at my girlfriends tits"

...to be continued.

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