ot described, were forming already!

 

His answer of ‘fifteen’ and ‘thirteen’ blew my thought processes momentarily. I could see the headlines now: “Under-age girls charged with under-age rape.” Now, that’s the way to sell newspapers!

 

“Jesus Jerry,” I replied, “Are you serious?”

 

“Sure,” he answered. “They’re my nephews as a matter of fact - good kids. Just so happens they’re kinda ‘interested’ in girls. Hey, you know what it’s like…..whatever you can get huh?”  He cracked up at his end.

 

“Are you talking just a feel-up here Jer….or the whole enchilada?…not that a thirteen year old is exactly ‘going too many places’ I imagined.”

 

“Well I guess it’s a case of ‘see what happens’ really,” he muttered. “Can’t script a thing like this can you? Incidentally, they’ll be over my house Wednesday night. Michelle is staying out at a sleepover with girlfriends so we’d have the place to ourselves.”

 

God-damn I was just imagining what could happen!

 

“Tell you what Jer,” I said, “Let me think about it…maybe ask the girls if they’re interested, OK?” 

 

We left it at that.

 

As it happened, Kylie happened to stroll in half an hour later while I was watching TV. Jenna was still upstairs finishing off an Ancient History assessment – one of the few I wasn’t landed with at the last second. I figured I would sound her out on the idea.

 

After I had laid it on the table for her as it were, she kinda sat there dumbfounded.

 

“Gosh dad, are you serious? Thirteen and fifteen year old boys? There was I detected the slightest of glints in her eye though.

 

“Well I can only go on what Jerry told me,” I replied, “They’re his own nephews, so I guess he’d know their ages.”

 

Even talking to her about it, I was beginning to get a tad warm under the collar. The thought of them both being touched-up by young boys that age wasn’t exactly unpleasant. I have a sneaking suspicion the concept was something less than repulsive to her also. Talk about exposing your daughter to moral danger…‘what better way to do it is there?’ I was thinking.

 

Then Kylie really made it interesting.

 

“Have you forgotten dad?” she said, “Jenna won’t be here Wednesday night. She has that Hockey Final on the south coast…she won’t be back ‘till Friday morning.”

 

I had forgotten.  Far from putting paid to the issue however, it seemed to me perhaps fortuitous. “Would you be interested in going on your own then sweetheart?” I asked cautiously. “Jenna need never know!” Damn, I was digging a deeper pit to hell for myself with every sentence. She gave out with a small gasp of surprise and then said nothing for a few moments.

 

“You’d be there  wouldn’t you dad?” she asked eventually.  Like I was going to miss it!

 

“Of course Kyles……hardly leave you alone in that situation would I?” I told her.

 

I rang Jerry back and told him the outcome.  I don’t think he could believe his luck.

 

“Hell Noel,” he replied, “Does she know she’ll be there with the two boys all on her own?”

 

“Well obviously Jer,” I answered, “I figure if she can handle three men in one shower, two boys will be no problem. By the way, that is just the two boys Jer…no freebies for their Uncle you understand?” Sounded like he was laughing though I guessed he was scowling off-camera.

 

“Wasn’t even thinking along those lines,” he finally replied. Like Hell he wasn’t!

 

I have to say that the intervening thirty-six odd hours passed remarkably slowly. Picking Kylie up (Jenna had already left town with the rest of the team on the school coach) at 3.08 pm I brought her home and she zipped up to her room to get herself ready. I prepared just a light tea as I had no idea when we might get home.

 

As teenage girls do, she took an age in the bathroom…but what walked out was assuredly worth the time invested. Just as well my son and other daughter Natalie were home early that Wednesday. So far as they were concerned incidentally we had just concocted the tale that I was going to see a business friend locally, and that since his daughter was a friend of Kylie’s, she was tagging along with me.

 

But back to Kylie. Hottest of short skirts hid God-knows what beneath….well, in terms of panties I mean! Everything else was most familiar to me, be assured! Hair all moussed-up, touch of lip-gloss and a rather nice, yet conservative little jumper, beneath which her lovely breasts were but mere curvy hints. Whatever perfume that was, I could have drunk it!

 

“I’m really nervous dad,” she whispered as she got in the front seat. I leaned across and kissed her. How much did I want to slip my hand up under that skirt right at that moment. How much did she want me to I wondered?

 

“That figures,” I replied. “Kinda apprehensive myself sweetheart.”

 

Jerry’s place would take barely any time on a skate-board, let alone in a car. We were pulling into his driveway inside five minutes.

 

Well I tell you, if Kylie was nervous, Jerry’s two nephews were close to catatonic. Bryce, the younger boy – he actually looked more like eleven, studiously avoided all eye-contact with Kylie, even when he shook her hand. Gerard, the fifteen year old was a little more forward in as much as he actually smiled at her and muttered “Pleased to meet you Kylie.” What one wonders, was going through his mind at that moment!

 

Jerry had, so he told me later, merely told them that Kylie was a real little hottie and that she might let them kiss and cuddle her at some stage. God-damn, if someone had told me that at thirteen years old – I would have read somewhat more into it……like “kiss her where exactly???”

 

I saw Jerry’s expression when he first saw her – five will get you ten he wasn’t thinking about world current affairs. The first few minutes were a bit awkward. Jerry asked everyone what they’d like to drink and I’ll swear I saw his eyes drop to her breasts. I was thinking much the same thing. Having got Kylie and the boys some soft drink each, he fetched me my standard JD and ice while he loaded up a scotch for himself.

 

I asked the boys what school they were at, what subjects they were studying, etc while Jerry was engaging Kylie in flirty conversation and she was responding precisely as I would expect. Girlish laughs, wriggles in the seat, frequent tugs at the hem of her skirt which achieved no more than drawing attention to how short it was, seated as she was like that. I noticed the boys glancing at her knees once or twice then looking away embarrassed.

 

“Hey Gerard,” Jerry called out, “Why don’t you and Bryce take Kylie upstairs and show her some of the new games we have on Michelle’s computer?”  What he was meaning of course is “Why don’t you take Kylie upstairs and show her some new games on Michelle’s bed.” As they trouped up the stairs, Jerry whispered to me, “God she looks hot today!”

 

“Don’t I know it Jer?” I replied… “Just don’t get any ideas my man!” He looked crushed.

 

We let them have twenty minutes or so before we followed them up to see what was happening.

 

The three of them were clustered around the small computer desk, Kylie in the chair, Bryce on her left and Gerard behind her looking on.  Walking over to the group I could see why Gerard was loathe to move….having an excellent view down Kylie’s top especially when she leant forward a little. They were taking turns playing the computer at draughts. With the central heating turned up it was pretty warm in there. I thought I might make it just a tad warmer.

 

“Hey Kyles, aren’t you hot in all that wool sweetie?” I said in feigned innocence.

 

She turned around, “Oh Hi dad,  yeah it is a bit warm.” So saying she pulled the jumper off over her head. Now this was more like it. Hot little short-sleeved low-cut top that really showed off to advantage her breasts. Pretty thin too, you could see her light blue bra clearly….and Gerard was definitely looking in that general direction.

 

“Either of you two got any girlfriends at school,” I asked casually. Bryce just shook his head while Gerard took his time to answer. “I’m a bit shy with girls,” he finally said. “Most of them in my grade like older boys anyway.” Damn, I reminded myself I had to get the address of that school.

 

Just as Kylie finished her game, beating the computer all to hell, Bryce asked if he could check his email, Kylie got up to let him sit down. How wickedly sexy she looked in that skirt, I knew  every little thing that Jerry would be thinking. All of them illegal.

 

As Bryce fiddled with some web-sites, a hot porn pop-up filled the screen. “Ohhhh oh, sorry,” he mumbled, blushing hard I imagine…“I didn’t do that!” he added. In his haste to eradicate the site, he maximised the picture – one rather cute little redhead topless and a couple of other slim blonde little things cavorting in ways their daddies may not have totally approved of. It was a spanking site of some sort, as all of them were rubbing their bottoms by the look of it. Lower in the teaser, another young girl was being held across another woman’s knee. I was instantly reminded of  Susie and Tanya.

 

“Bryce!!” said Gerard, “You’re embarrassing Kylie.”

 

“Oh, I don’t know,” I interjected, exploiting the situation for all it was worth, “Kylie doesn’t really mind being spanked at all.”

 

“Dad!” she glowered at me.

 

“Well you don’t sweetie, c’mon admit it!” I was teasing her unmercifully. “Last time I caught you over Jerry’s knee you weren’t complaining too much….nor was he as I remember,” I turned to him, “eh Jer?’ Jerry was looking for somewhere to hide.

 

The two boys didn’t know where to look, and you can’t blame them.

 

“Bet she’d even let you two do it to her,” I said looking straight at Gerard. “You’d like that, huh kids?” Gerard looked at Bryce for a second…. “I guess, but I don’t think you’d like it if we spanked your daughter.” 

 

“Wouldn’t bother me none,” I said. “She’s cheeky enough at the best of times. You want to paddle her?” Gerard was looking distinctly interested. Kylie was glaring at me….. “You wouldn’t dare dad!”

 

“I seem to remember you using those very same words almost two years ago Kyles,” I said, “Remember that night?”   Now she blushed! I moved over to her.

 

“Nooo,” she cried out as I dragged her over my knee in the nearby easy chair. God she looked hot. I could see out of the corner of my eye Jerry coming to life in no uncertain way.

 

“OK boys,” I said. “Who wants to go first?…c’mon, don’t be shy.”

 

Bryce stood his ground, but Gerard moved over if not somewhat cautiously. He stood now just a couple of feet from her prominently displayed mega hot bottom, that little skirt clinging tightly to every curve she possessed.

 

“No dad,” she was squealing, but really making little effort to get off me.

 

“Here,” I said, “Let me show you how to do it,” and gave her a smack of medium intensity right across that shapely little rear-end. She gave a shocked yelp and wriggled delightfully.

 

“C’mon Gerard,” I coaxed, “Give her a couple.”

 

The lad moved up beside her and gave her an exploratory spank that would barely have disturbed the average family cat from washing itself. Judging by his expression though, the contact with her rear end was far from an unpleasant experience. His eyes lit up.

 

“That all you got?” I kidded him. “Look here Gerard, this is one naughty little girl, put some heart into it.” His second attempt was way more impressive – actually got an “ouch” out of her. Bryce by now was at least showing some interest in proceedings and had sidled up to his brother.

 

“This is embarrassing me dad,” Kylie cried out, her face somewhere near the carpet. I gave her a couple more myself to be going on with. Her breasts were now plainly able to be felt against my upper thigh.

 

“I think you’ve faced worse than this sweetheart,” I told her, as she wriggled sexily. The sight wasn’t lost on Gerard I noticed who’s eyes had pretty much been glued to her quivering little bottom since first I made contact with it.

 

“Go on Bryce, spank her,” urged his brother. The younger boy hesitated but the sight before him quite obviously over-ruled his reluctance and he gave her one pretty good smack given that his hands were not that big.

 

From there on, they took turns and by the time they’d given her at least six or seven each, the party was jumping.

 

“Stop them dad,” she pleaded, “That’s enough - It’s making my bottom sore.”

 

“Really?” I said, “Let’s have a look.”  Before she could resist, I had her skirt up and her panties half-way down her backside…hot little red ones.

 

She was right…..it was beginning to glow fractionally. At that moment, both boys blushed an equally bright red and Kylie, trying to cover her bottom with her hands, cried out “Nooo dad, pull them up pleaaase.”

 

“Here Gerard,”  I said getting to my feet and holding Kylie firmly around the waist, her knickers gathered slightly below her bottom, “Sit in this chair and put her over your knee.”

 

The lad lost no time in complying and as Kylie struggled vainly, I forced her back over the boy’s knee. “C’mon Jer,” I called to him, “Hold her arms for me.”  A few seconds later, we had things really under control. Kylie stretched across Gerard’s knee, Jerry holding her hands down near the floor (with I imagine, a hands-on view of her jiggling breasts) l  knelt down behind her gripping her legs, slightly splayed now, leaving  Bryce and Gerard with their hands free to continue the punishment.

 

It was with little difficulty we had them push her skirt up and tug her panties right down.  Bryce baulked at the actual ‘tugging’ – Gerard seemed to find it quite therapeutic. Judging by both boy’s expressions when they  were confronted by a seventeen year-old girl’s flawlessly naked ass, I’d say it represented a definite learning-curve in their young male lives. Kylie was then subjected to a really hard spanking session, with both boys taking turns. I figure it would have hurt a bit.  But there again, I know her and just how hot their descending palms would have been making her.  Whether Jerry took advantage of his position and proximity to her various body parts, I couldn’t see. I can’t imagine he would have passed-up such a hot opportunity.

 

Calling a halt to proceedings a short time later, especially as the boys were really getting in to it, we let her get up, where she hastily pulled her knickers back up and began walking around half sobbing and rubbing her bottom. I could see the beginnings of a bulge in Gerard’s pants. Of course it didn’t approximate that which Jerry already had.

 

“You said we might be able to kiss her Uncle Jerry,” Gerard asked somewhat matter-of-factly, then looking at me.

 

“I don’t mind son,” I said, “Why not ask her?” 

 

Still rubbing her bottom ruefully, Kylie surprisingly blushed slightly when the elder boy posed the question. “Why do you want to kiss me?” she asked, rather naively I thought.   

 

“We’ve never kissed any girl,” Gerard mumbled. “Just want to see what it’s like!”

 

Still sniffling from her undeniably harsh but fun treatment, Kylie stood up, smoothed herself down and approached Gerard.

 

“Ok, just one little kiss then,” she crouched down level with his face and leaning forwards kissed the boy on the lips.

 

Poor Gerard – I think he lost the power of speech. Eyes as big as small dinner plates, he sat their motionless after she withdrew from his lips.

 

She turned to Bryce standing close by.

 

“Would you like to kiss me too?” The boy shuffled about awkwardly, not seemingly able to either make up his mind or whether to perform in public.

 

“Well lookee here,” said Jerry from across the room, “You want that your Uncle show you how to do it?”  he glanced across at me hopefully.

 

I nodded, I knew Kylie wouldn’t mind.

 

Jerry walked up to her, put one arm around her waist and just kissed her as hard as he knew how. Kylie responded with undeniable passion. As Jerry’s hand slid towards her lower back, eventually cupping her bottom, she seemed to melt against him, her arms tightening around his neck and quite obviously her breasts pressed up encouragingly hard against his shirt. In other circumstances, I think Jerry would have taken her there, right on the floor.

 

So heated was the exchange, as they broke off Jerry just looked at her, obviously entranced beyond measure.  “Wow Kylie,” he muttered, “You sure know how to kiss, Yessiree!” Vestiges of her lip-gloss remained on his own lips – how hot would that have tasted, I wondered?

 

Kylie was breathing hard – I knew that look.

 

“Kiss me now please,” Bryce asked her. I think Kylie had forgotten he was there.

 

She smiled and bending down, let the younger boy kiss her. I saw him tremble and in that one second, grow decades into manhood. Such was the effect on the lad, he put his arms around her neck and took up the option of dessert, with a second serving.

 

“Wow, you’re going to be a great little kisser,” Kylie said to him, straightening up. The boy looked chuffed and took a hold of her hand instinctively.

 

Gerard, who I would imagine was at the mercy of a rampant hormone attack right that second, seized the initiative. He patted his knee. “Would you maybe come and sit on my lap Kylie?” he asked tentatively.

 

God, it had taken him long enough.

 

Jerry had seated himself on the edge of Michelle’s bed, vitally interested in developments….much like myself I hasten to add.

 

Flirting with the boy, Kylie flicked her hair back and walking over, positioned herself squarely on Gerard’s knee, giving him an eyeful of her hot little bottom as she sat down deliberately slowly.

 

Not sure quite what to do for a moment, he held her to him as she laid her head back on his shoulder, her face up close to his.

 

“Well?” she said, “I thought you wanted to kiss me?”

 

Tentatively he turned his head and kissed her. Obviously the combination of her soft lips, perfume and pert little breasts just inches from him, did the trick. He went back for seconds.

 

Bryce sidled over to watch his brother’s progress. Whether an instinctive reaction, biological curiosity or just feeling acutely brave, as Jerry and I watched he extended a hand up beneath Kylie’s breasts and appeared to be experimentally feeling her there. Kylie jumped a bit, wriggled on Gerard’s lap and disengaged her lips.

 

“Hey…that’s naughty,” she yelped. Pushing his hand away. Bryce looked a little chastened.

 

“C’mon, you love it,” teased Gerard, having a quick feel himself. She blushed and pushing his hand away too, said  “I do not…I’m not like that!”

 

That did it.  Jerry just cracked up on the bed.

 

“I’ll say you’re not Kylie!” he mumbled. I was smiling to myself. She blushed more.

 

“Dad,” she said, turning to me, “Aren’t you going to stand up for me?”

 

“Sweetheart,” I replied, “They’re only ribbing you. Just enjoy yourself honey!”

 

Gerard shot me a glance and most likely thinking what I was expecting him to be thinking, leaned across and began kissing her again. Definitely no resistance this time.

 

Within a minute Gerard’s hand had moved up once more to her right breast and he began rubbing her softly. Jerry and I both were feeling the effects of the unravelling scenes before us and were partially unravelling ourselves.

 

“Have a feel Bryce,” invited Gerard and the younger boy responded by once again beginning to lightly fondle her other breast. Kylie was wriggling about now with what I imagine was a growing pleasure. I would guarantee her panties were far from dry in strategic spots.

 

Gerard invited his younger brother to kiss her again and the two of them took turns now, their recent shyness all but a memory.

 

“Why don’t you three come and sit on the bed here,” said Jerry, vacating his spot in favor of the computer chair.  They didn’t need any further coercion.

 

They sat Kylie on the edge of the bed with the two boys either side. Bryce, obviously keen for a little action, pulled her face towards him and began kissing her with all the amateurish haste of a young boy his age. Kylie seemed not to mind. What did get a reaction out of her was Gerard leaning across and experimentally laying his hand on her thigh, very slightly pushing the hem of her skirt up. She put his hand on top of his, but pointedly did not seek to push it away.

 

Bryce meanwhile had his left hand flush on her breasts and was rubbing her – having the feel of his short life. Kylie was no longer resisting and if my ears were not deceiving me, she was beginning to utter a few hot little sighs and “ohh’s.”

 

“Push her skirt right up son,” Jerry suddenly blurted out, looking across at Gerard’s hesitant progress. His own hand I noticed had dropped to what appeared to be a painfully swollen area of his lower groin. I was developing symptoms along a similar line.

 

Deciding obviously that aggression was the better part of valor, the lad just thrust his hand up under her skirt as far as he was able. This achieved three things. Firstly he found out just how wet a girl’s panties get when they are hot. Then Bryce decided “what’s good enough for my brother is good enough for me” and slipped his hand up her skirt too. Thirdly, Jerry extricated his erection and began his own little path to salvation.

 

Kylie of course was way past the “objection” stage by now and was inciting the boys to further indulgence, partly by spreading her legs – at least as far as that tight little skirt would allow - and partly by kissing them both with a ramped-up passion.

 

Both boys now were rubbing her pussy through her panties and that let me tell you, was not a sight to permit one to remain cool, calm and collected….not that Jerry was any of those. 

 

“Put your hand in their pants Kylie,” he gushed – a raging work in progress I noted.

 

I saw it, but I couldn’t believe it. They had her pushed flat on her back now, her bottom right on the edge of the bed, which freed-up the use of both her arms. Groping rather than having any visual guide, she found both their zippers and slipping her hands inside, managed to free both erections from their underpants. Both were small. Bryce especially was tiny by adult comparison and did he blush and whimper as she brought forth his virginal and still-developing manhood.

 

Gerard began whispering to Kylie but what exactly was said, remained inaudible. As she ran her hand up and down their erections, although she was really only using a couple of fingers on Bryce’s, the boys began to take things into their own hands, as it were. Gerard was the first to slip his hand inside her knickers and her little sexy yelps confirmed that indeed his fingers had found some mutually stimulating areas of interest. At the angle she was lying it was fully obvious he had a couple of fingers up inside her now. Bryce had slipped his hand beneath the leg of her knickers and was exploring the surrounding territory it would seem.

 

“Strip her,” Jerry called out in desperation. It was a borderline order!

 

She put up a token struggle as they pulled her up to the center of the bed and began divesting her of her top. I liked the “nooooo” especially, even as she helped them undo a few strategic buttons. Gerard figured out the need to unzip her skirt first..and within seconds she was lying there in just her bra and panties, wriggling and covering up. Between them they got het bra off and for a moment, both were rendered speechless at the sight of their first pair of exposed young breasts. Kylie even managed a convincing gasp as Bryce gently pulled her nipples. I could see how erect they were even at the distance I was. Jerry was pulling other things and with considerably more zest. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to avoid this descending into a full-on rape session.

 

Gerard was whispering something to his brother. Next moment they had her pinioned on her back, her arms above her head as both boys lowered their heads to her breasts and began suckling her. I figure if too many more people keep doing this to them, both Jenna and Kylie are going to start lactating. S’pose we’ll save a bit on the weekly milk bill.

 

The final bastion of self-respectability – those tight little knickers  - were the last to go. Having sucked her until she was moaning, not to mention with both their hands down inside her panties, the boys took a hold of the elastic and tugged them down, to her gasps of “Noooo…leave my panties on – pleassse!”

 

With her naked now, it began to get interesting. Gerard’s erection was considerable and his needs even more so it appeared. Obviously without prior experience in such matters, he was reluctant to take off his trousers but seeing little other option, shucked them off and positioned himself between her legs. Holding his erection more like a slim-line, if not ineffectual battering ram, than a weapon of mass destruction, he appeared reluctant to take the next step…always assuming he even knew what that was. Jerry, ever the obliging uncle was up and over there.

 

“What are you waiting for?….fuck her boy,” he roared, staring unashamedly at Kylie’s very open labia and attending to his own erectoral needs concurrently. 

 

Bryce’s eyes were bulging as he watched his older brother penetrate Kylie’s slit. Wriggling her hips, he was no more than an inch or two inside when she started really cranking-up the pleasure soundtrack.

 

“Fuck” said Gerard uncharacteristically for one so young, as he watched his own progress…. “It feels sooo hot in her!” Jerry, kneeling on the bed now, had his pretty-damn-big erection well in range of Kylie’s lower abdomen, watching his nephew’s fumbling attempts at rape. I had of course to join the group on the quilt.  “You think I was going to miss this???”

 

“Ohhh” was all Kylie could contribute to the conversation, Bryce now fondling both her breasts with consummate pleasure. Never had I seen her nipples more erect.

 

I knew it would be quick. No boy his first time can prolong the event, having less control than a suicidal lemming. Gerard jerked about like a deranged manikin and had to hold on to Kylie’s knees, well-spread though they were, as he fired off the cannonade.  It was way too much for Jerry also, who directed his hot little stream in a wide-ranging arc between her neck and upper thigh.  I was saving mine!

 

Gerard slumped backwards, almost unable to believe what he had just accomplished. Kylie lay there, one hand on her pussy now, the other across her breasts, not so much trying to cover them up as simply having a rest.

 

“Go for it Bryce,” called out his brother, then as if remembering where he was, looked at me half-apologetically.

 

“it’s OK, I said…..Kyle’s call!”

 

Bryce wasn’t listening anyway and had crawled around to be between her legs. He seemed to be staring at her pussy, unable to believe he was looking at such a forbidden sight. Just then a tiny trickle of cum ran out of her and the boy leaned forward to allow the whitish fluid to run over his finger.  Kylie then shocked us all. She held her arms out to him and whispered “Come on, you can fuck me if you like.” 

 

So hot was that, Jerry’s erection returned to its former glory, Gerard gasped, and Bryce was struck dumb. Talk about stage-fright. Whatever, the younger boy moved in close and jaw-dropping as it was, Kylie half sat-up and taking a hold of his tiny appendage, even in its erect state that is, guided it into her. I doubt she could even feel it – but Bryce obviously did.  Jerking into her with absolutely no control, he simply pushed in and out, reddening visibly but in the grip of a feeling that could never again be new for him. Kylie lay there, arms over her head, her hips doing more work than the boy’s erection.

 

“That’s it Bryce,” she encouraged, at the same moment pulling him nearer and kissing him. It was just sexual overload for the young kid and he spurted whatever it was he had, hard into her, before pulling out in embarrassment and hastily zipping himself up.  Hotter than anything I’d seen at any party, I was needing some serious servicing.

 

Jerry however was molten. “Let me fuck her Noel…please??” he begged in an agony of lustful distress. I couldn’t deny him the pleasure and nodded my assent.

 

Now he did know what he was doing!

 

Getting her to kneel on the bed, the two boys could but stare at her hot little bottom, her pussy completely visible, as their Uncle took her pretty damn hard. To say he fucked her six ways from Sunday would not be an exaggeration.  She was forced to get down on her elbows as Jerry’s thrusts must have been encroaching upon her cervix….if not further. As he came inside her, a minute or two later, I could see she was completely given over to it and mid-way through her own climax. Following Jerry’s suggestion that they “play with her tits” both boys were by then holding and tugging her nipples themselves, one either side of her.

 

Jerry collapsed, Kylie clutched at her pussy, goo, seeping out of her and sprawled sated on her back.

 

Did I say “sated?” Not two minutes later she looked up at me all imploring, and whispered. “Come on dad, its your turn.” Technically, she was right!

 

I think for the other three, this was the highlight of their afternoon. I kinda enjoyed it too.

 

 

It behoves me not to detail the rest of the afternoon and evening. I will just say that Kylie was fucked for the next hour or so every which way. Jerry was insatiable and the boys growing confidence saw them trying most every recognised position with her….and then some. Poor old Kylie found herself christening most every room in the house. Making her get dressed we then took turns undressing her, either singly or all together, literally stripping her where she stood, forcing her then to run around the house naked. The boys especially seemed to find that a tad arousing. Eventually we just had to leave and the boys were accorded one last thrill – having a shower with her. The hot images of her in there with those two soaping her up remains one to savor. I think it took us forty minutes dressing her – so much kept coming off again!

 

Even as we were saying our goodbyes, Gerard pulled her down on to his lap again and was in the process of tugging her panties back down when we just had to call “time-out.”  Kylie I know, would have been happy to stay the night and this my friends is the heart of the dilemma now. What have I turned her into? What have I become myself?

 

Jenna knows none of this and that is how it must stay. The Harper Valley  afternoons are going to have to be wound down and Kylie weaned off her diet of excessive and exotic pleasures. As for me? I really do need to join that sewing circle.

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d in potholes on the street, though it hasn't rain in years. This place smells rotten, like some dead animal; like a colony of huge, fat rats gathered under the streets and committed mass suicide just to make this place smell like shit. My mind lingers on this thought for only a moment then I move on. I follow Nike into Fred's shop. She opens the entrance but pauses for a second, she starts hacking then spits a wad of phlegm on the sidewalk, near the feet of a passerby. After this profound moment she disregards it and moves into the shop, I follow her.

In Fred's shop the lights are fluorescent but still dim, and considering it's location the place is relatively clean. All along the walls on either side of myself and Nike are glass cases filled with guns and ammunition, and above these cases, on the walls, are tons of racks holding up huge guns and swords, and other things of this sort. I stop at a case, maybe the fifth or sixth along the wall. This is the case I always stop at because it's full of antique revolvers, like six shooters. These days no one uses a gun unless it has seven magazine slots and five sights, infrared, and night vision; in short no one uses anything but a B.F.G.(B.F.G. meaning Big Fucking Gun). But me, I have class, I like to blast a fucker's head off with a nice six gun, I'm particularly partial to the .357 magnum.

Not many people watch films anymore, especially since the earth has gone on menopause, I but like to watch a nice Flem every now and again. A while back when Nike, Flem, Frank and myself were looting up some old scraps from some broken down beater we came across a box of films, not film reels though, more like laser discs. Either way they had a bunch of old movies; Dirty Harry, The Pale Rider, The Good The Bad and The Ugly, and other movies in that vein. I am a huge Clint Eastwood fan, probably the only one anymore, no one is 'light-hearted' enough to watch films when the world is crashing down around our ears, but I really don't care. Everyone has got to die some time.

After imagining myself riding out on the range during sundown I start walking quick, like to catch up with Nike who, despite my pausing, has kept moving on her path. "Slow down Nike, Fred's not going anywhere." I tell Nike, catching up with her, and shortening my strides to match hers. "Yea who gives a flying fuck, I don't like Fred too much and I sure as fuck don't like his goddamn sleazy ass store." she tells me, and even though she's not looking at me I can tell she says this through a rotten sneer. "Who are you calling sleazy?" I say this at a whisper, like only I can hear it, but Nike picks it up, "Yea, why don't you fuck off, instead of having a fuck with me you'll hafta choke your own goddamn chicken." she tells me off.
"Well if I don't fuck you then you don't get fucked." I say matter-of-factly.
"I'll just go out to some bar and find some random fucker to get it on with." she taunts me, "It's not like I gotta worry about AIDS or any of that fuckin' shit."
"Yea well... Fuck you..." I say this last bit at length, not knowing what else to say.

Nike gives a mocking laugh, we both know she's won the argument. At the end of this part of the building is a small office, where we'll most likely find Fred. That's where he always is. When reach come close to the back door Nike stops and turns to me, "You do the talkin' and do it fast, I don't wanna be around this faggot longer than we hafta be, okay?" she tells me, looking straight into my eyes, I nod. I reach up and knock on the door twice. "Yes, I'm very busy, who is it?" a voice calls through the door, Fred's voice. "It's me, me and Nike that is." I shout back through the door.

After a moment, and bit of paper rustling the door flies open and there stands Fred Lowe. He's probably about 6'1" or 2", he's sort of lanky but has broad shoulders. He's got shirt black hair and glasses, today he's got a bit of face stubble and he looks a little worn out. "Good to see you again, my friends." he tells us forcing a, what he would think of as welcoming, smile through his constant grimace. He steps to the side and ushers us into the cramped office, "how have you been?" he asks in a friendly manner, "Good." I say simply, and Nike just nods. He points to the three chairs in front of his desk, which is cluttered with papers and photographs, I take a seat in the one to the far left, and night sets in the one on the far right.

He takes a seat at his desk and continues he's bitter-sweet smile, "What brings you to my neck of the woods?" he asks, looking from Nike to me. I hesitate for a second, but then press on, "The same thing we always come here for." I tell him. "You need rare and expensive parts then." he says putting his right forefinger to his chin. "Well you got the 'rare' part right." I say jokingly, though not really wanting to spend any money. "Of course, of course." he says laughing at my feeble joke.

"So what sort of items are you looking for?" just the usual questions.
"Well, we're looking for a p38 to 3.75mm adapter for one of our energy generators. And maybe a few guns and some ammunition." I knock the list off.
"Well, it's going to take a while on the p38 to 3.75mill piece, that's rare, and I know we don't have any of those in stock, I'll have to order it, but it'll take anywhere from two days to a week for delivery though. And on the guns: what you see is what you get."
"Okay, well..." I pause, I don't want to stay in town for a week, and I know Nike doesn't either, "Well, we'll go ahead and take the guns I guess, but Nike and I will have to talk about the adapter..." I pause, waiting for him to get up and leave us alone, but he doesn't move. "Can you give us a quick minute." realization hits him and he gives an embarrassed laugh, "Of course, of course. I'm so sorry." he hops out from behind his desk and walks toward the door, "If you would be so kind as to open the door when your done." the he leaves the room and closes the door behind him.

Once the door is locked Nike jumps out of her seat and starts walking around his office. She looks around his three filing cabinets, and thumbs through the documents and photos on his desk, "What are you doing?" I ask in a shouted whisper. "Shut up!" she says this in the same hushed yell, "I'm looking for something we can make money off of." I give her a puzzled look, "look, idiot, if he's got to order this fuckin' adapter then it's gonna cost us out the ass. And I don't know about you, but I don't wanna pay like that." she opens the draws to his desk and hits pay dirt.

She reaches her hand into the drawer and draws it out, holding a golden antique revolver. She smiles and tosses it to me, expecting me to be an expert. "Wow..." I say more to myself than to her, "An M1869 .45 Caliber Schofield single action six shooter, with a nickel finish." I recite this almost involuntarily while I finger the gun and turn it over in my hands, "This is so freaking cool." I'm awestruck, this is such an awesome pistol, "Glad you like it, it's a sale then, we'll take it." she says smiling in a viscous, greedy way.

"Okay," I say, preparing to change subjects, "What about the adapter?" I say this pocketing the pistol.
"Fuck..." she says in contemplation, "I guess we'll hafta wait on it, we can't go back without it, we fuckin' need it" she makes up both our minds.
"Alright." I say, moving to the door, as to open it. As I reach for the knock it twists before I can reach it and the door opens again, "Sorry, I couldn't stand the suspense." Fred says. He's laughing when he sits back at his desk, "So what have you decided?" he asks me.

"You should know, you were fuckin' eavesdropping." Nike says before I can answer him. I look from Nike to Fred and notice Fred's face is turning red, "Well," he chuckles, "I'm sorry, I can't resist and secret" he continues to laugh, but Nike stares daggers and knives at him. "Well then, you know that we'll order it then, Fred." I tell him, looking down at my feet; fucking dickwad. "Naturally." he says smugly.

"Okay, you get in contact with your people then get back with us, we'll need to know how long we'll have to wait." I explain to Fred.
"Of course, of course..." Fred pauses for a second, crunching numbers in his head, "Come back tomorrow, I should know when it will arrive by tomorrow." he tells me.
"What time?"
"Maybe..." he looks at the ceiling, "One, no two PM, no one. Come back tomorrow at around one PM."
"Alright, fine, we'll be here." I stand up with Nike and we leave. I notice Nike has bit more speed in her steps now than when we were arriving, she must really hate Fred. Who knew cyborgs could be so prejudice.

Nike pushes the door open hard, nearly sending them off their hinges, "You really hate Fred huh?" I ask as we jump into the jeep, me driving again. "I just don't like fuckety ass faggots, that's all." she says with a rotten sneer. "So what do you want to do for the rest of the night?" I ask starting the car up. The engine rumbles and the vehicle starts to rattle.
"Let's go to a bar, get something to eat, then get someone to eat." she tells me, a curly grin on her face.
"Someone to eat?" I look at her strangely, "A girl then?"
"Yea, I think another hot piece of pussy might liven things up, who knows, we might find another big dick to bring back with us."

We're driving down 138th again, we're heading to Clyde's, which is on 140th and 67th. It's a Friday night and there are always all kinds of people staying around Clyde's a lot of hot girls, and a few good looking guys, nothing special; I'm sure at least one will peak Nike's interest. Night falls soon enough and we're sitting outside Clyde's, sitting in the jeep. "Okay, we needta find a nice short brunette, with a nice big ass." she explains to me what kind of girl she is looking for. I nod at every new characteristic and feature she adds, "long hair, red lips, cute small boobs." I agree with everything she says, her and I have similar taste in girls.

I pull the keys out of the ignition, Nike strips off her trench coat, and we step through the doors. The instant we enter the door heads are turning after Nike, whether it's because of the fact that they know who she is, or because she's sexy, I don't know. I look over at Nike, and she looks gorgeous, particularly in this light. She's checking out the bar, looking from table to table, seat to seat, looking for a prime piece of meat. "No..." "Not her..." "Too thin..." I hear her mumbling to herself, apparently about the girls who don't meet her standards.

"Let's take a seat at the bar, have a drink, you know." I tell her making my way toward the bar, she follows, sort of. She's zigzagging her way across the floor, looking at every girl she can see before reaching the bar. "Dry beer, J & B." I told the bar tender, he turns and looks to Nike, "The same for her." I say, brushing him away. I turn around and run my eye over the bar, there are a few choice girls I'd like to have, but what does Nike think? "Like anything?" I ask her, sipping my beer, not looking at her.

She keeps looking around, lingering in a place for no longer than a few seconds, "Kinda, there are a few hotties, but mostly ugly fucking pigs." she doesn't look at me. She picks up her beer and drinks it down in one, two gulps; she's definitely some kind of machine. "Well, do we have someone that meets your requirements?" I ask her, glaring hard at her breasts. She continues looking around then turns her eye on me, "Yea, I see one." she tells me.
"Well who the fuck is it?" I ask, getting a little frustrated, she won't stop dodging my freaking question.
"Her." she says pointing into a crowd of four, maybe five girls. There are a few cutey pies, they're all looking pretty young, seventeen or eighteen years old maybe.
"Which?" I still can't tell which girl she's talking about.
"The one with the long brown hair, with the glasses." she tells me condescendingly, as if I can't understand what she's saying.

I find the girl she's talking about immediately, and wowey, what a little honey dip. She's got curly, shoulder length blonde hair and a nice round butt. She's got a cute face and those black-horn rimmed glasses make her look even better. I wonder what sort of diplomatic way Nike will go about getting this girl to come back to a motel with us. Nike get's up and starts wandering over to the gaggle of girls, not stepping off to look at anything else, just walking straight at them, she looks like she has meaning in her face.

Nike snaps at the girl and gets her attention, but I can't hear what they're talking about, the noise in the bar is too much. Nike says something else and the girl's face flushes, she turns bright pink, and she looks even more cute! Nike holds her hands up in front of the girl, like she's talking about a fishing trip, like she caught a huge fish, then Nike points to me. What the hell are these girls talking about?

Nike leaves the girl and comes back to me, she sits down a the bar and orders another beer. "Well? Is she coming with us?" I ask, laying my hand on Nike's thigh. Nike kind of shivers, takes a sip of her beer, then looks me square in the eye "She'll meet us out front in five minutes." she tells me like it's no big deal.
"What? How did you hook her?" I'm dumbfounded.
"Nothing, don't worry about it, the point is that she's coming with us, now pay the fucking barkeeper and let's get out front and wait for her." She sips her beer again and lays it down on the bar.

I wave to the bartender and he promptly walks over. He draws up the tab and gives me the bill, so I lay down the cash and leave him a nice five dollar tip, "It's your lucky day." I tell him tossing the cash on the bill. Nike and I stand up and find our way out of the bar, which is a little hard seeing as how the bar is packed to the brim with swingers and sluts looking for dirty one night stands, so I guess Nike and I are one less pair of perverts.

Nike and I hop into my jeep and we sit out in front of the bar, waiting for our little girlie. I start the engine up and turn on the heater, it's a little cold out tonight. After a few moments of sitting in silence with Nike our little girl friend comes out of the dim light of this rusty little bar, but there is someone with her, a man. He's sort of tall (at least taller than I am) and he's got long wavy hair. He has chiseled features and a puss full of straight, white choppers; and he's smiling a lot for some reason.

The little girl stands beside our ride for a second and looks at me, "Hello, I'm Gillian." she tells, trying to be polite, "And this is my boyfriend, Devin." I look Devin over once and I look Gillian over twice, then a third time for good measure. "Hop in." I tell her throwing my eyes on the road ahead of us. The jeep purrs away while we drive down these mucky roads, the vibrations climb in my gut and nestle down, then crawl back out again and after that, on comes the next wave.

I find a low down motel and I pull into the parking lot, not because it's the only one that's vacant, but because it's only fifteen credits a night for one person, so Nike and the other two can sneak in once I've paid. I hop out of the jeep and find my way over to the office where I pay the desk clerk fifteen credits for the night. He gives me a weary glance and I wink at him, then I leave the office laughing like a jackal.

Room twenty-three on the second floor. So I whistle down to Nike and she brings up our two friends, Devin and Gillian, and I can already tell we are in for a hell of a night. The first thing Nike does when we all get into the room, and I close the door, is strip down to her bare ass. So Gillian and I start to do the same, but Devin stands their looking at me shyly. I take my time when I undress, I slowly loosen my shoe laces then toss my boots off to the side, then I slide my shirt and my pants off. Gillian is undressed and staring at me while I get down to my boxers, Nike is standing to the side with her arms crossed and Devin is still standing there fully clothed, all eyes are on me.

I pretend not to notice everyone staring at me, waiting for that special moment, and I just pull my boxers off. I step out of them and toss them across the room. I stand up and look around, and put my fists on my hips, trying to show off my piece a little bit. "You were right." Gillian whispers to Nike, her face going a little red. "Yip, that's why I keep him around." she says jokingly serious. She steps up to me and grabs hold of my flaccid shaft, then she turns to Gillian and Devin and winks at them.

I put my hands behind my back when Nike kneels down in front of me; finally, Nike's going to give me a freaking blow job! She licks up and down the shaft and strokes it a little to get it hard. She holds my cock up and kisses the head, then she slides into her mouth; though not all the way, only about the first two inches. She doesn't let me fuck her mouth though, she just sucks on it like a popcicle.

Nike pops my cock out of her mouth and looks to Gillian, so Gillian joins Nike on her knees. At this point Devin finally starts to undress. Nike and Gillian take turns licking my cock; Nike holds it to herself, licking it over, then holding it out for Gillian to lick it. My breathing is getting heavier as they change pace and Nike starts sliding it into her mouth, then Gillian does the very same. I'm moving closer and closer. They keep sliding my piece in and out of each others mouths and before too much longer they're taking turns sucking on it. I especially like Gillian's way of giving head, she's twirling and twisting her tongue around my cock like a slimy snake.

I'm getting nervous when Devin joins Gillian and Nike on their knees in front of me, does he want to suck my dick too? "Whose gonna suck Devin off?" I ask, trying to get him away from me. "No one, silly." Gillian told me in the split second she pulled my cock out of her mouth. "That's the deal," Nike starts to tell me, "They came with so that me, Gillian, and Devin will all get fucked by you."
"I don't know about that." I'm not gay.
"Look here fucker, you're going to let me, Gillian, and even Devin suck you off, then your gonna fuck all of us up the asses, and that includes Devin." Nike tells me, threateningly.
"I ain't fucking gay, Nike" I tell her, trying to reason.
"Gay or straight, there's no real difference anymore, that is a decades old problem." Devin tells me getting closer, pushing Nike and Gillian apart. "Whoa, whoa! Hold on!" I start to yell when Nike hands my cock off to Devin.
"Oh relax Benny-boy," Nike tries to relax me, "If some guy is sucking your dick you're not gay, its just some faggot sucking you off, that doesn't make you gay." she has a crappy logic.
I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the pain when Devin leans in on my crotch. Wasting no time he takes my entire length in his mouth and starts in by deepthroating me. When I he push down on my cock no further he sticks his tongue out and starts licking, this is probably for less endowed men though; when he sticks his tongue out he is supposed to be able to lick the dude's balls, but it's pretty much impossible to do with my cock.

Nike gives Devin's ass a nice slap before she stands up. She leans in on my and starts kissing me hard, really hard. She bites my bottom lip and she bites my tongue, she sticks her wet, writhing tongue in my mouth, and I am about to scream with ecstasy. She starts sucking my tongue, which almost sends me over the edge, then I remember there is a dude on my cock, and that brings me back off my cloud. She holds my head close to hers, gripping my hair to keep me in place. Then she backs off.

She crawls back down to where Devin and Gillian are. Gillian and Nike kiss and run their tongues up and down the sides of my cock while Devin handles the head, it's pure pleasure. I put my hand behind Nike's head, rubbing her neck, and shoulders gently; I do the same to Gillian. "C'mon, yea, I'm getting there." I tell them between breathless gasps.

Finally Nike grabs hold of my fat shaft and starts jerking me off, this deters Gillian for a second, but then she joins in. There is easily enough room for Gillian and Nike to fit both their hands on my cock all at the same, so that's what they do. The two girls are jerking my off, with four hands total, while Devin keeps sucking away at the head of my cock. "Oh fuck, Oh shit." I mutter, I'm getting closer and closer, shit...

"Oh, Fuck!..." I cum like a freight train. My cum spurts up in Devin's face while he holds his mouth open(though none actually gets into his mouth) I'm breathing heavily while the cum still squirts out, leaning back on my arms, "Shit..." Devin isn't done yet, he's still jerking my cock slowly, trying to milk it for every drop of cum.

I am being pulled and twisted like pink taffy at this point. I'm disgusted with myself for letting some faggot suck my cock, but at the same time it feels so fucking good... Almost as good as Nike, though I would never tell her this. I'd never live it down if I told her getting my cock sucked by a guy was almost as good as being sucked by her...

side. She was a tall slim brunette with honey coloured streaks in her hair and a bright happy face, nothing at all what i expected. I opened the door and let her in.

"Do you have any special requests?" she asked.

"Not really, I have never done this before" i replied, "Do you want to start with a spa?"

"Sure thing" she said. She slipped off her black dress to reveal nothing at all on underneath, her perky breasts were white and smooth, the round pink nipple standing to attention. I quickly stripped off and jumped into the water feeling very conscious of my naked body. She slid into the spa next to me, leaned over and kissed my neck; her hand slid down to my crotch. Relax she whispered and splashed me with the bath water. She laughed; I felt my body start to relax. I kissed her nipple, softly flicking it with my tongue. My heart started to flutter, I didn't really know what to do but continued anyway, hoping it was the right thing, my hand slid between her legs and i gently stroked the soft wet strip of hair, i separated her lips with my finger and gently rubbed her clit. She moaned. I wanted more, she started kissing my body starting at the neck and moving down, moving her tongue around my nipples. She went under, i felt her head between my legs teasing me kissing my thighs. I wanted her more. She came up for air.

"Let's get out". I followed her to the bed. "69?" she asked. I laid on my side with me head between her legs, hers between mine. Tenderly sucking her lips, her legs squeezed against me head. More, I wanted more. I moved over and sat up against the pillows.

"More" I whispered. I softly pushed her head between my legs again. I groaned with pleasure as she continued to give me the best head of my life. I felt every muscle in my body tighten, my thighs started to quiver, I lifted my groin closer to her face, her rhythm got faster, my whole body started to shake.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck" I screamed as she brought me to orgasm. My body relaxed, I flopped back on the pillows enjoying the hot pulse between my legs.

She got up out of bed and started to dress, I rummaged through the bedside drawer to find the money.

"Thanks" I smiled as i handed it to her. I really needed that.

"Anytime" she said, giving me a wink as she closed the door behind her. The telephone in the room rang, I picked it up.

"Hello, Amanda speaking" I answered.

 

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?" "Yeh lady, really good." "Thanks." I told them and drove over and parked. I got out, had on a nice skirt, business type and blouse with business type jacket over it. I had on a factory strenght bra holding in my 44EEE titties and regular panties with no hose. I walked in and a woman seated me after asking if I preferred a booth. I told her yes and sat down. There were about a dozen or so people there all eating and acting normal. I wondered if this was the right place. My snack came, the script had told me what to order. I flirted with a couple men there and the waitress, all scripted and presumed that the big blank place in the script was the sex part.

I ate and finished and the waitress brought the check. "How bout a cup of coffee?" the waitress said and I accepted. She brought it and I sipped it and drank the rest as I felt that I was ready to leave and maybe I had just been given a screen test or something since the camera people were all over filming. I began to get up and felt dizzy, I sat back down and the room was spinning and slowly faded. After that the next thing I remember was someone outside asking if I was okay. I got up and fixed my clothes which seemed to be a little off and shook my head and drove off to the studio and they all thanked me and said that I did great.

So now we al sat in the living room, some undressed and some not, I was in a thong and that was it. I served drinks and Steve started the DVD. All the beginning was like I just said up to the point that I felt dizzy. The waitress asked me, "Are you okay lady? Are you okay?" I looked at her and laid back down in the booth, melting against the wall on the booth. "Looks like she is ready guys." the waitress said. She leaned forward and kissed me deep. I did not respond and she said, "Yeh, she is ready" and opened my coat and blouse. My bra was not coming off easily and the waitress took a sharp knife and cut the front making my tits fall out into view. "Damn, those are some tits" she said and leaned over and took them in her hands her mouth finding the nipples and sucking them hard. I laid there totally out and she began biting them hard. Blood came from a nipple and I nver moved. "Fuck yeh, she is out." A man came over and said, "Let's get her in the back." Several came over and lifted me and they carried me into a back room, well lighted and with a bed in the middle and chairs around and couches.

"Who is first?" a man said and me stood there as I was undressed. My clothes were laid aside and I was spread out. A man stepped and handed the man money. "30 min," the man said and he undressed and got on me He filled my pussy with his cock and fucked me hard. He was squeezing my tits hard and filled me at least twice with cum then the man said, "Times up." He got up and dressed. Next a man was there and gave the money, "One hour" the man said and began his stop watch. The man was huge and turned me over and put a pillow under my hips and spread my legs He moved around my pussy some and then into my ass letting out a loud groan as he entered my ass. "Damn, nice ass." he said as he humped me wthout any play to get me going since I was out. He fuked my limp body several times and filled me with cum and the hour was up. "Next" the man said and two men stepped up, naked and hung like hell. "One hour" the man said and they got on the bed. One man opened my mouth and it seemed that I responded some. The man slipped his cock into my mouth and did not care if I was doing anything. The other man entered my ass again and he rammed hard into me. I was on my stomach and the man in my mouth was on his back in front of me. He held my face down on his cock and I was being moved by him. Suddenly he tensed up and I gagged and he filled my throat with his cum.

My eyes opened some and I moved my head. About that time the man in my asss filled it and I moaned. THey changed places and again took my mouth and ass and filled them both. This time I seemed to swallow and did not gag. "Time" the man said again and the next couple stepped up. Two really fat women and gave him money. "One hour" he said and they grabbed me and held me up on my feet. Both had on huge dildos and they were both strong. I was lifted up and they held me up above the ground off my feet. Suddenly they guided the two huge strap on dildos into me, one in the ass and the other in the pussy. At the same time they were really grabbing my tits, pulling and biting them hard. I hung there between them moaning a little but still out. They finished with me as the man said time.

Everyone in the room began to clap loud and then two huge dogs were led to the center of the room. Several men and women moved me to the edge of the bed and put my hips over the edge and spread my legs apart Somehow I was tied that way, my arms up so I stayed on the bed and my legs so my legs stayed apart. The dogs, both Dobermans, were led to my rear and one made to sit near by while the other was coaxed onto my back. He managed to mount me and drove into me and began humping. His knot was soon in my pussy and he was there for a long time as the other dog wimpered watching. Finally he dismounted and the other was loed to my rear. The clapping stopped and someone said, "Put him in her ass." "Yeh, her ass" and so the dog was guided into my ass instead of the pussy. He humped hard and drove into my ass as my hips moved with his motion. His knot went in and he began filling my ass with his cum like the other did.

Now two women were led to me and they had on collars and chains that they were led by. THey were slapped and made to lay with me on he bed. "Eat her out" they were commanded by a woman that was holding their chains. THey began eating my pussy and ass that was full of all kinds of cum and one even fisted my pussy hard. "Get her up" they told the woman and they lifted me. "OVer here" they said and I was carried still limp to a kind of mat that had plastic paper all around it on the floor. "Okay, everyone piss away or jack off, whatever you want." Several men began pissing all over me and they even went from pissing to jacking off, their cum shooting all over my ba=ody, face and hair and some in my mouth and pussy again. I began moving and one said, she is waking up" and another leaned over and gave me a shoot and I went totally limp again. The DVD continued and more men and women were on me, mostly now there was a lot of really kinky stuff, pissing and cumming all over me. "Okay, lets see what else we can think of" said a man and a woman brought a huge cock that had to be over 12 inches and really thick. She shoved it in and began ramming hard. "Damn, this woman is really out" one said and filled my ass again with the dldo.

I looked around the room and everyone was looking at me as if they could not believe that I had been in this and taknen all the things they did. "I was out folks" I said and they had begun long ago to each begin fucking and sucking and now even Lynn and Steve were naked, she sitting on his hard cock moving her hips slowly. Jackie had left and now he came back at the end of the DVD. He was smiling and everyone was getting up, naked carressing and each to their friends playing. I was being grabbed hard by as  many as could. "I don't belive yu took the dogs, that had to be a double" Jacke said. Everyone agredd and finally I was called on to prove it was me. Jackie went outside and brought in his Doberman and told me, "Put up or put out" I took of the thong and got on al 4s and slapped my ass. "Bring him to me" I said soaking wet as I was. He brought the doberman over and the dog was ready and mounted me right away. I reached back and guided him into my pussy and he drove in. He huimped me and I responded with loud "Fuck me hard" sounds. His knot went in and there were all these people around watching and jacking off and fucking each other with me at the center.

I grabbed a cock that was near to my face and sucked it in deep and swallowed the load in it. There were others offered to me and I took them as if I was starving. The night got hotter from there and I took al the cock and pussy offered to me. Everyone bought a copy of the DVD as they left the next morning. Several men and women came back over later for more personal demos.

My divorce from Steve is almost ready and Lynn and he will be getting married at the nudist colony near her after.

See ya later.

Teresa