In Search of the Final Freedom: Chapter Fourteen
Bonnie's friends begin to admit their own, secret, sexual activities.
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Hermione and the Golem Part I
"Ooo, my precious," murmured the slime-encrusted Golem as it straddled youthful, pink Hermione, whom it had bewitched, undressed, and laid face-down on the tiny cot of her dormitory room. The Golem sat with its haunches atop the high part of Hermione's thighs, so that her trim bottom was presented to the Golem's fetid loins, the globes of her buttocks pliant under the Golem's cold fingers. Her spine arched prettily from the crest of her soft bottom, accenting the curve of her trim waist and narrow shoulders. Her arms flopped limp and useless at her sides; she was helpless to cast away the Golem's molestations.
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She had a mole on her right bottomcheek, near where her assflesh met the small of her back. He
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She had a mole on her right bottomcheek, near where her assflesh met the small of her back. He
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r ass was smooth as well-whipped cream. The Golem squeezed and pinched her.
"Precious must clean."
The Golem lifted its haunches so that its hardened, knobby limb hovered over the fold of Hermione's backside. It bobbed in the air, a telescoped antenna of flesh tuned to the pleasure being broadcast from Hermione's electric body. The Golem gripped its small cock amidlengths and pointed it at her vulnerable flesh, as if for emphasis, to underscore her underside.
"Now we will find out," the Golem simpered, pressing at her left bottomcheek to expose the tiny star of her virginal buttonhole, "if you clean when you go Number Two."
"Oh," Hermione cooed forlornly. "But how will you do that?" The answer presently became apparent, as the head of the Golem's twitching limb pressed up to her tight puckering starfish and the Golem slowly leaned into her, savoring the feel as it lowered its hips down to her, until her body gave way and opened, and the tip of the prick plied, just, into her gooey flesh. Just so.
"Are you clean, my precious?" leered the Golem.
"Please don't put that in me!" Hermione exclaimed, tears already welling in her innocent green eyes. "I promise! I promise I've been..."
Immune to her protests, the Golem sank its cock half into her.
"Ow!"
Already she had started to squirm as she entreated the Golem but now, as the hot flash of penetration rippled through her and her untrained muscles clinched hard, trying to drive the invading member from her, a twitch shot through her so pronounced Golem thought she might fall off her little cot. The spasm caused her buttocks to quiver in the Golem's grasping palms and her cramping anus to grip and wiggle the Golem's fuck-knob. A heavy pulse of blood surged into the Golem's prick and steeped there, and it hardened and grew in Hermione's tamed but unwilling foodhole.
The Golem gripped Hermione firmly at the waist with both hands. Her slim-hipped ass, just filling out with the onset of puberty, reassumed its natural, plump shape.
The Golem withdrew its prick until just the tip remained inside her anus, kissing the round pucker of her.
"Precious is clean," murmured the Golem. "Is Precious clean?"
"I'm clean," whimpered poor Hermione, fearing above all else that the Golem would sink further into the hole that she thought could never be entered, would plumb further the depths of her body where she thought no one could ever go.
"There's only one way to prove my Precious is clean," the Golem groaned, adrift in the hypnotic pleasure of penetrating this spellbound girl, squeezing it into poor Hermione.
"Oh, no," she squeaked again, having no recourse but to beg for mercy. "Oh... no!"
Hermione's squeak turned into a squeal as the Golem patiently contracted its pelvis and burrowed its root in Hermione's tiny, unplumbed ass to the hilt. The Golem's bristly pubis, hard as Brillo and flecked with crusts of filth, pressed the smooth pillows of Hermione's inside asscakes flat; they caressed the Golem's scaly lower belly.
She quivered. The Golem retained this aspect for a time, engaged in Hermione's bottomhole to the limit of its length. The Golem felt nothing but soft tender flesh against the scaly surface of the cock, membranous, more tissue than flesh in the delicate inside of young Hermione.
She wettened on Golem's cock, as though her sphincter were a sex canal, moistening at the Golem's penetration of her. But her pitiful mewling, the pain of being sodomized seeping through even the spell of enchantment Golem had cast on her, and the writhing of her spine indicated to Golem that the slickening in the interior of her was the copper slickness of blood.
Golem leaned down and sniffed at her perfumed, flaxen hair. She turned her brow upward and curled her lip into a pout, letting a gasp that bordered on a sob. The Golem felt two contradictory impulses now: to pull out of her and study the hot red blood welling in her rectum and staining Golem's leathery-wrinkled, oozing memberâ€â€and the other, to hammer mercilessly at the helpless girl's tender ass until it sank its load in her, even if the pain and humiliation caused her to faint dead away.
The Golem slid its hands back from Hermione's waist to her hips, holding her little ass steady as it ground its groin side to side against her. The Golem groaned with pleasure from the soft wet massage of her anus, the gripping friction of her snug, twitching sphincter. Golem relished the sight and feel of her pillowy rump, shifting this way and that under the Golem's gyrating crotch. The insertion smelled of sweat and perfume, mixed with the scent of young saltfilly girlflesh. There was another odor too, hard to place, but Golem was closer to its primitive mind than humans and placed it as the smell of her body's interior, sneaking past the lip of her dilated rump-rose. No odor of anal uncleanliness, though. She was clean through and through.
"Precious is clean," Golem murmured childishly. "Precious is clean inside and out.
"Precious... smells... clean..."
She let another gasp, fully a sob now. A tear welled up in her eye, and when she clenched her eyes shut it pooled on the inside bridge of her nose.
Golem could feel no uncleanliness in Hermione's callow, tight rump. Only, now, the hot, thin wetness of her blood, and the first dribblings of precome, oozing from the Golem's engorged loins.
"I'm clean!" Hermione groaned. "Please! It hurts!"
A string of thick, jaundice-colored drool dangled from the Golem's mouth and left a stringy splotch in Hermione's hair.
The Golem slid its left hand over her trembling buttock and grasped its cock at the base, slowly pulling out of her. She writhed, startled, when it exited her and her anus contracted tightly; it was ringed with rivulets of blood, like a scab.
"Precious is clean," the Golem conceded, stroking its aroused cock over the soft globes of Hermione's sore ass.
"Are you happy?" Hermione said, indignant and smarting in hot pain. "Will you leave me be? That hurt! Why can't I move? Why do I have to do what you say?"
The Golem pinched Hermione's rump and she twittered nervously. Pleasure rippled through the Golem's cock as it masturbated.
"No," the Golem said. "Now Precious must eat."
Golem stood, pressing its balled fist rudely on the small of Hermione's back, over the kidney, for purchase. The Golem walked around to the head of Hermione's cot, stroking its foul member all along. It clutched Hermione's curly red hair over her left ear and hoisted her head up, then left off its self-pleasure to grasp her hair over the other ear. The Golem held Hermione's head upright; her delicate childlike face was fixed before the Golem's moistening, putrid dugs.
"Precious must open and eat, taste her cleanness," said Golem, "open your mouth and eat," and when the wish was framed as an imperative Hermione reflexively compliedâ€â€beholden to the spell cast over her to open her mouth limply, lips pouting out full and ripe and sweet, tongue laid loosely over her bottom front teeth.
The Golem's cock glided easily into Hermione's mouth and the Golem began working it back and forth gently inside her, sinking it only halfway in so that the poor, molested girl wouldn't gag. Golem had punished her enough, and could easily come just by stroking the head of its pulsing meat on her slick, warm palette, her languidly undulating tongue and hot cheeks. What a load Golem had been storing up. Hermione wouldn't have to eat again for a week.
Her arms still lay limply at her sides. Her back was arched, and with her upturned neck she looked like a clubbed seal, a lured fish. She gazed pleadingly at Golem with big, soft eyes as squirts of fetid precome oozed into her mouth.
"Can Precious taste the blood?"
She nodded, obedient. Pulse, pulse, pulse, Golem pressed more quickly in and out of her. Her lips puckered and folded in. Puckered and folded in. Her tongue massaged Golem. She swallowed from time to time and slurping noises issued from her, the bubbling of saliva churning in her fucked mouth. Other than that she was silenced, brat no more, gazing mutely at Golem. Soon a great gout of sperm would squirt out of Golem and into the back of her throat, and Golem was going to make her swallow it. Golem did not know how long after this before it would want to use Hermione again. But after Golem came it would mean at least a brief respite from her ordeal for Hermione.
Hermione, though, did not know any of this. She didn't know how a penis worked, or what an orgasm was. As far as she knew, this foul violation of her might go on forever.
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"Precious must clean."
The Golem lifted its haunches so that its hardened, knobby limb hovered over the fold of Hermione's backside. It bobbed in the air, a telescoped antenna of flesh tuned to the pleasure being broadcast from Hermione's electric body. The Golem gripped its small cock amidlengths and pointed it at her vulnerable flesh, as if for emphasis, to underscore her underside.
"Now we will find out," the Golem simpered, pressing at her left bottomcheek to expose the tiny star of her virginal buttonhole, "if you clean when you go Number Two."
"Oh," Hermione cooed forlornly. "But how will you do that?" The answer presently became apparent, as the head of the Golem's twitching limb pressed up to her tight puckering starfish and the Golem slowly leaned into her, savoring the feel as it lowered its hips down to her, until her body gave way and opened, and the tip of the prick plied, just, into her gooey flesh. Just so.
"Are you clean, my precious?" leered the Golem.
"Please don't put that in me!" Hermione exclaimed, tears already welling in her innocent green eyes. "I promise! I promise I've been..."
Immune to her protests, the Golem sank its cock half into her.
"Ow!"
Already she had started to squirm as she entreated the Golem but now, as the hot flash of penetration rippled through her and her untrained muscles clinched hard, trying to drive the invading member from her, a twitch shot through her so pronounced Golem thought she might fall off her little cot. The spasm caused her buttocks to quiver in the Golem's grasping palms and her cramping anus to grip and wiggle the Golem's fuck-knob. A heavy pulse of blood surged into the Golem's prick and steeped there, and it hardened and grew in Hermione's tamed but unwilling foodhole.
The Golem gripped Hermione firmly at the waist with both hands. Her slim-hipped ass, just filling out with the onset of puberty, reassumed its natural, plump shape.
The Golem withdrew its prick until just the tip remained inside her anus, kissing the round pucker of her.
"Precious is clean," murmured the Golem. "Is Precious clean?"
"I'm clean," whimpered poor Hermione, fearing above all else that the Golem would sink further into the hole that she thought could never be entered, would plumb further the depths of her body where she thought no one could ever go.
"There's only one way to prove my Precious is clean," the Golem groaned, adrift in the hypnotic pleasure of penetrating this spellbound girl, squeezing it into poor Hermione.
"Oh, no," she squeaked again, having no recourse but to beg for mercy. "Oh... no!"
Hermione's squeak turned into a squeal as the Golem patiently contracted its pelvis and burrowed its root in Hermione's tiny, unplumbed ass to the hilt. The Golem's bristly pubis, hard as Brillo and flecked with crusts of filth, pressed the smooth pillows of Hermione's inside asscakes flat; they caressed the Golem's scaly lower belly.
She quivered. The Golem retained this aspect for a time, engaged in Hermione's bottomhole to the limit of its length. The Golem felt nothing but soft tender flesh against the scaly surface of the cock, membranous, more tissue than flesh in the delicate inside of young Hermione.
She wettened on Golem's cock, as though her sphincter were a sex canal, moistening at the Golem's penetration of her. But her pitiful mewling, the pain of being sodomized seeping through even the spell of enchantment Golem had cast on her, and the writhing of her spine indicated to Golem that the slickening in the interior of her was the copper slickness of blood.
Golem leaned down and sniffed at her perfumed, flaxen hair. She turned her brow upward and curled her lip into a pout, letting a gasp that bordered on a sob. The Golem felt two contradictory impulses now: to pull out of her and study the hot red blood welling in her rectum and staining Golem's leathery-wrinkled, oozing memberâ€â€and the other, to hammer mercilessly at the helpless girl's tender ass until it sank its load in her, even if the pain and humiliation caused her to faint dead away.
The Golem slid its hands back from Hermione's waist to her hips, holding her little ass steady as it ground its groin side to side against her. The Golem groaned with pleasure from the soft wet massage of her anus, the gripping friction of her snug, twitching sphincter. Golem relished the sight and feel of her pillowy rump, shifting this way and that under the Golem's gyrating crotch. The insertion smelled of sweat and perfume, mixed with the scent of young saltfilly girlflesh. There was another odor too, hard to place, but Golem was closer to its primitive mind than humans and placed it as the smell of her body's interior, sneaking past the lip of her dilated rump-rose. No odor of anal uncleanliness, though. She was clean through and through.
"Precious is clean," Golem murmured childishly. "Precious is clean inside and out.
"Precious... smells... clean..."
She let another gasp, fully a sob now. A tear welled up in her eye, and when she clenched her eyes shut it pooled on the inside bridge of her nose.
Golem could feel no uncleanliness in Hermione's callow, tight rump. Only, now, the hot, thin wetness of her blood, and the first dribblings of precome, oozing from the Golem's engorged loins.
"I'm clean!" Hermione groaned. "Please! It hurts!"
A string of thick, jaundice-colored drool dangled from the Golem's mouth and left a stringy splotch in Hermione's hair.
The Golem slid its left hand over her trembling buttock and grasped its cock at the base, slowly pulling out of her. She writhed, startled, when it exited her and her anus contracted tightly; it was ringed with rivulets of blood, like a scab.
"Precious is clean," the Golem conceded, stroking its aroused cock over the soft globes of Hermione's sore ass.
"Are you happy?" Hermione said, indignant and smarting in hot pain. "Will you leave me be? That hurt! Why can't I move? Why do I have to do what you say?"
The Golem pinched Hermione's rump and she twittered nervously. Pleasure rippled through the Golem's cock as it masturbated.
"No," the Golem said. "Now Precious must eat."
Golem stood, pressing its balled fist rudely on the small of Hermione's back, over the kidney, for purchase. The Golem walked around to the head of Hermione's cot, stroking its foul member all along. It clutched Hermione's curly red hair over her left ear and hoisted her head up, then left off its self-pleasure to grasp her hair over the other ear. The Golem held Hermione's head upright; her delicate childlike face was fixed before the Golem's moistening, putrid dugs.
"Precious must open and eat, taste her cleanness," said Golem, "open your mouth and eat," and when the wish was framed as an imperative Hermione reflexively compliedâ€â€beholden to the spell cast over her to open her mouth limply, lips pouting out full and ripe and sweet, tongue laid loosely over her bottom front teeth.
The Golem's cock glided easily into Hermione's mouth and the Golem began working it back and forth gently inside her, sinking it only halfway in so that the poor, molested girl wouldn't gag. Golem had punished her enough, and could easily come just by stroking the head of its pulsing meat on her slick, warm palette, her languidly undulating tongue and hot cheeks. What a load Golem had been storing up. Hermione wouldn't have to eat again for a week.
Her arms still lay limply at her sides. Her back was arched, and with her upturned neck she looked like a clubbed seal, a lured fish. She gazed pleadingly at Golem with big, soft eyes as squirts of fetid precome oozed into her mouth.
"Can Precious taste the blood?"
She nodded, obedient. Pulse, pulse, pulse, Golem pressed more quickly in and out of her. Her lips puckered and folded in. Puckered and folded in. Her tongue massaged Golem. She swallowed from time to time and slurping noises issued from her, the bubbling of saliva churning in her fucked mouth. Other than that she was silenced, brat no more, gazing mutely at Golem. Soon a great gout of sperm would squirt out of Golem and into the back of her throat, and Golem was going to make her swallow it. Golem did not know how long after this before it would want to use Hermione again. But after Golem came it would mean at least a brief respite from her ordeal for Hermione.
Hermione, though, did not know any of this. She didn't know how a penis worked, or what an orgasm was. As far as she knew, this foul violation of her might go on forever.
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School Tease part 2
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Uncontrolable Mom
I was born in a middle class family. We were used to live in a joint family system earlier. My father really worked hard to up-grade our standard of living and ultimately somehow achieved his target. He bought a separate house for us and provided us almost all the necessities. But my mom was totally neglected by him in gaining all those material things. I always saw people eyeing my mother with a different angle and she enjoyed their poking stares undoubtedly. That was the age of my puberty. Instead of getting angry or feeling jealous, I felt strings of strange pleasures which make my small penis erect. At that age I seemed to me that my brain was being controlled by my penis. I was just 14 and my mom was 37 at that time. First I tell u about my Mom, Saima, who was a complete bombshell. Sh
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e is fair with black hair, 5’ 6†tall and was 36c/28/38. Perhaps she was the fantasy of every man. She used to dress up in the normal Pakistani fashion i.e.: a Shalwar & Qameez (Long shirt and a loose trouser tied with a string or elastic). It all happened when dad had gone on a business trip to Dubai for a couple of months and asked his younger brother to stay with us. It was my summer vacation so I used to just watch TV to pass my time. I noticed mom was pretty happy after the dad’s departure and enjoyed a lot in my Chacha’s (Uncle) company. Exactly 2 weeks later I heard that my Chacha’s friend Shakil was going to visit us. She really got overjoyed as she heard that news. I always knew that my uncle was very frank with mom and both he and his friend were always interested in her. I had noticed them on my 12th birthday party when mom had invited them. They were always eyeing mom but had no chance to get near her as dad was around. I knew he was coming for mom but I did not want to interfere too much in mom’s business. Finally the day came when he arrived. Mom greeted him very warmly. I showed him his room as I put his luggage in the room. By mistake I dropped one of his handbags and the items in the bag popped out. I quickly gathered them to place them back and was shocked to find a pack of condoms. Immediately my doubts about their intentions got clear. After that mom showed them our newly constructed house in Islamabad so that they could easily roam around. I started to stay at home most of the time to keep an eye on there activities. I noticed they were getting frustrated for not getting mom just in one day. It was obvious that they did not want me to know that they wanted to fuck her. One day they asked my Mom that Shakil’s friend owned a summerhouse at Nathiagali (A beautiful hilly resort), just at a few hours drive from our home. Why shouldn’t we go for a few days to Nathiagali? Every body agreed including me as I had started to feel erotic about my Mom but we had to make plans for the next evening as mom had some work in the morning. Mom completed her tasks and informed my father at Dubai about our trip, who allowed us to go on one condition if his brother goes with us. So after collecting the warm clothes we set for Nathiagali at six pm. It was started to get dark but the mountains were looking very romantic to me. It took two and a half hours to reach at Nathiagali. During the travel Shakil who was quite an educated and friendly person started to be friendlier with me. He was telling us the jokes all the way and my mom really participated with him. I then realised, how my Mom was excited about them and too much happy. I decided to let them give a chance to enjoy. I even started to enjoy their company too and leaving my arrogant behavior behind and joined them. When we reached at Nathiagali I observed the house was newly constructed and was quite isolated. It was constructed up on the hill and the only approach to the house was a staircase had 25-30 steps. It was right in the middle of a very bushy area with lots of trees. Mom was looking quite sexy in her fitted see through, blue Shalwar and Qameez, showing her large breasts prominently. It was raining very heavily and getting too much cold when we reached there. We climbed up the stairs very speedily to get into the Veranda but due to the heavy rain we almost got drench. My Mom’s dress seemed to be disappeared and clenching with her skin. Her brassier and her belly button could easily been seen through. She was giving a complete wet and erotic look in that posture. They both feasted their eyes and my mom pleasurably displayed and allowed them to enjoy. Soon she realized my presence and put her arms around her large breasts pretended to shiver in cold. Shakil immediately unlocked the door to get us in. The house had two bedrooms, a lounge and a kitchen. We put our handbags in the bedroom and selected one for mom and me and one for Asim Chachu and Shakil. After drying us out, we arranged an umbrella and approached the car as we all were feeling hungry so went for the dinner to the bazaar after settling down. It was a quick dinner because it seemed that they wanted to be home for their action as soon as possible. We sat around the wood fire to keep us warm in the living room as it was getting colder. Asim Chachu (Uncle) put on the stereo he had brought along. The atmosphere was very friendly. Then Shakil went to his room and brought a bottle of Wine. He said showing the bottle, “If u guys don’t mind can I enjoy this?†Everybody showed no objection and allowed him to enjoy. He started to drink and then he invited mom for a dance. Mom looked at me once hesitantly and getting a gentle smile from me she moved on to Shakil’s arms for a dance. I watched Shakil moving his hand on mom back and occasionally touching her butt. I saw Mom loved it but was aware of my presence. Suddenly Chachu poured a glass of whisky for himself and said, “let’s enjoyâ€Â. I saw from the corner of eye as Chachu went to the side table, prepared a couple of soft drinks mixing a little whisky for mom and me without knowing us. I knew his intention was to put me to sleep and enjoy with mom. I pretended to drink and emptied the glass behind me in the pot. After half an hour watching my mom enjoying dancing in both of their arms, I acted to look drunk and sleepy. Soon it was 11:00 and I begged leave to sleep. Chachu helped me to my bedroom as he thought that I was drunk. He dropped me on the bed and after confirming that I was asleep he switched off the light and went into the living. I got up very instant and opened the door a little to see them enjoying with my hot mom. I saw Shakil was now rubbing his body with my mom very freely and she was enjoying too. My Chachu also joined them and coming on Mom’s backside he started to press his body too. Then he put his arms around my Mom and started to squeeze her breasts. She threw her head on Chachu’s shoulder and put her arms around his neck. Mom gave a naughty smile and then turned her face towards my room. Shakil had already begun to kiss mom. Mom was also participating freely by that time. Chachu pulled her Qameez off leaving her in her blue sleeveless thin and short slip and Shalwar. Shakil continued to kiss mom all over her body, while Chachu removed the slip and her Shalwar instantly. My cock had become very hard as I watched from the crack of the door. Mom was left in her black lacy bra and panties. She took off Shakil’s and Chachu’s shirt and trousers. Mom was looking very sexy just in her lingerie. Her breasts were growing inside her bra. Both the men removed their underwear and revealed their cocks. They were really hard and enormous, standing like a pole. Then they removed mom’s bra and panties. It seemed mom had freshly shaved her pussy and kept it ready for them. Chachu carried mom to the wooden table right in the middle of the room. Mom said erotically, “I was waiting for you both for so longâ€Â. Shakil kept on kissing mom more deeply. Chachu sucked her right breasts and played with the other one. Mom’s nipples were looking really amazing erect and firm. Chachu was squeezing her breasts as if he was squeezing a water balloon. Then Shakil started sharing sucking my Mom’s gigantic breasts also. Both of them were planting some deep kisses all over mom’s white milky breasts. Occasionally they would finger fuck her. Mom was giving out light moans “aaah ooooaahhhhhhâ€Â. Mom took both their cocks in her hands and started pushing its skin up and down. My Mom was completely naked then, with her legs spread wide. Shakil quickly knelt between her legs and started to run his tongue over the folds of her bare pussy while Chachu near the table and fed his throbbing erection into Mom's open mouth. To my surprise Mom took in the entire cock. It was a really hot sight watching mom’s breasts jiggle around. I noticed Mom felt a tingle as Shakil's tongue came into contact with her clit and involuntarily spread her thigh's wider apart, giving her lover better access to her vagina. She moaned deeply around the cock in her mouth and felt it twitch with the sudden vibration. She had, at first, wanted this to be over quickly, but now felt again that strong urge to please the men she was servicing. Shakil’s tongue on her pussy was wonderful, and she knew she was creeping closer and closer towards orgasm. As she felt herself tipping over the edge of climax, she swallowed Chachu’s cock down to the root and groaned with satisfaction. She felt wave after wave of pleasure waft over her body as her toes curled and her legs trembled and was rewarded with a gush of excitement from Chachu’s cock as he orgasmed into her mouth. I saw the whole thing from the crack of darkened room. My emotions were in turmoil. I knew that I should be shocked; should be angry and jealous, but all I felt at present was a growing excitement at watching these two studs fuck my Mom’s mouth and lick her smooth pussy. As I watched Chachu withdraw from her mouth with cum dripping from Mom’s lips, I became suddenly aware of my own throbbing erection, and without thinking pulled my cock from the confines of my underwear and started masturbating. I could see Shakil’s cock twitching between his legs and wondered what would happen next. "Shit, Asim," said Shakil as he rose from between my Mom’s open legs. "Look, man, your cum’s running down her chin!" "Yeah, don't she look cute like that!" replied Chachu with a grin. "Come on then Shakil," said Mom, "I suppose you want me to suck you off as well?" "No way, baby! I want some of this here!" replied Shakil as he pushed three fingers into Mom’s soaked and open pussy. Mom gasped at the intrusion to her body. She couldn't help herself, and as Shakil’s fingers rubbed over her swollen clit, her body shook as another orgasm swept over her. "Jeez, Shakil. She's so wet now. Go on, do her now! Fuck that tight little pussy of hers we always wanted!" Shakil was already standing between Mom’s legs. With his hands under her firm buttocks he pulled her roughly towards him, lined up his cock with her open hole and pushed himself fully inside. My Mom gasped again as she felt him slide into her wet channel up to the hilt. Her eyes were tight shut as Shakil began to fuck her with long frantic strokes. Asim Chachu started to squeeze her huge tits, as her pussy took a vicious pounding. “Aaaaaahhhhhaaaa aaaaaa ahhaahahahahaahahâ€Â. Mom left sucking her brother-in-laws dick and was saying“ Oh yes. . . . Take me, Hhhaaaaannnn aur dalo .. . . aur zor se (Yes, Fuck me harder…Harder). I love u fucking me. Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeppppperrrrr.†Chachu waited patiently as Shakil fucked my mom. After the fifteen minutes of hot and furious fucking, Shakil ejaculated his load in my mom. He was so exhausted that he fell to the side. During this whole session mom had her eyes closed. Now It was my Chachu’s turn to fuck mom he gave her a minute or two to recover, and then said, "I'm going to fuck you now, you my horny bitch bhabi(Sister-n-law), is that what you always wanted?" Mom moaned and said, "Oh yeah please!" He ordered Mom to get on her hands and knees. He liked it doggy style, and so did she. They were right in front of Shakil, whose cock was rock hard again and eyes were wide open. I could see everything through the crack, and it turned me on even more to watch my sexy Mom getting fucked by her handsome brother in law. He started to enter her, and his cock was so thick and long, he had to go in very slowly. It was so tight! I noticed. He kept at it though, and soon was deep inside her. It felt amazing! He slowly started fucking her, and each push felt like she would be split in two. The sight of that big cock going in and out of Mom’s tight brown pink pussy was amazing. Shakil was moaning again. Chachu started talking really dirty to her, something she loved. "I always knew you are one hot bitch, oh bhabi your cunt is so tight. Do you like that big cock, you slut? Ohh, take it, baby, fuck it." She started talking back "Oh fuck me Asim, that feels so good Oh God!" Soon they both had explosive orgasm together, she came so hard around his huge cock, and I thought she was going to pass out. His cock just exploded inside my mother’s tight cunt, and afterwards he held onto her tight, and they both were just feeling the intense pleasure. As I saw them exploding I couldn’t control myself and also exploded a huge amount of cum, sperm after sperm and sprayed on the back of the door. Then he rolled over and she hugged him, while Shakil watched. After they recovered for a few minutes, My Mother smiled at Shakil, took his cock in her moth and in her long nailed hand and started to pump it up and down. She told him he could jerk off on her. As she started to blow him off and bent forward, her pussy got exposed for my view. I saw the heavy cum was oozing out of her slit and dripping her healthy thighs. He came in a couple of minutes; he was so hot and frustrated from watching my hot mom getting fucked doggy style by his stud friend. He came all over my mom’s tits and body, and then she asked him to get a washcloth and clean up his mess. He did, and then helped her to the bedroom. As I saw them approaching the room I immediately rushed to the bed and pretended to be fast asleep. Shakil hugged my mom and left the room. I was so indulge in watching and couldn’t even think about cleaning the mess I had created. As he closed the door I heard my Mother’s voice,†Sunny I know you are not sleeping. You have watched everything. I have seen u peeping through the door.†I opened my eyes and saw my mom looking at me smilingly. I asked, “Sorry Mom, I shouldn’t interfere in your business but couldn’t stop my-self watching u three enjoying. Please don’t get angry.†She then came to my bed kissed me and said,â€ÂOh no son, I hope you’ll keep this secret of mine. I couldn’t control myself so I hope you will be my best friend too?†I looked at her and said, “OK Mom, If you be my best friend then I’ll be with u.†She then immediately turned her face towards the door and said as she winked her eye, “I can see that my young friend has enjoyed a lot. And I think we’ll enjoy a lot in the next coming days of our stay here?†After that discussion she went to her bed and went to sleep in no time. I watched her relaxed, calmed and greatly satisfied face for a long time then also went to sleep. From that day on I used to be with her as her buddy in every fuck party to get a satisfactory masturbatory session. Because of me, my dad never got suspicious of her illicit and hot activities.
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Pumped-Up Teach: Volume 1
Alysha is the sexiest senior (just turned eighteen) at her private school for girls. She has a slender, athletic body (mainly from the field-hockey she plays), with a mane of platinum-hued hair that always seems to be perfect; it cascades down to the mound of her pornstar-ass. The orbs of her tits, with nipples that are always erect, have the roundness of gorgeous flesh-cantaloupes. Her emerald eyes, that are the shade of a meadow at sunset, and the crimson of her hair, told everyone around she was mostly Irish. The stilts of skin, muscle, and bone that were her legs, could be compared to a Rocketts'.
She was sexual, and masturbated every chance she could get. (She has been with only two men in her life...it was satisfactory at best.) Their
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dicks were small, and they didn't even give her oral, although she managed to let them both erupt in her awaiting mouth. After the last one, she told her roommate, "Men are just too fuckin' selfish!"
Her roommate just responded, "Why don't you bat for the other team, then?"
Alysha laughed. But ever since then, as she caught notice of her friend's legs under her plaid skirt, she thought about it more than once. Today was the day she would have to make a choice concerning this. So let's join her, shall we?
Alysha was sitting in Advanced Mathematics with fifteen other students, and the teacher, Ms. Darron. Ms. Darron was a mature, lovely teacher at thirty-six, and had the body of a centerfold. Thick locks of blonde hair erupted from her scalp, and flowed down her back and over her shoulders in honey waves. Her eyes were ice-blue and penetrating. Her breasts were exquisite and full. And recently, Alysha used to stare at them as they tried to break through the standard-issue sweater she was wearing. She was sitting on her desk now; her legs were crossed, and the neon lights above made the black stockings she wore shine.
Jill, an amazing brunette that sat in front of Alysha, was called by Ms. Darron to solve a problem on the board. As she sauntered over to the blackboard, her toes caught the rug, and she fell; her hands went out in front of her to alleviate most of the force. She was now down on all fours like a dog.
The entire classroom blurted out guffaws of laughter at their fallen schoolmate--even Jill was chuckling. Ms. Darron noticed one student did not join in: Alysha. Alysha's eyes were beheld by Jill's ass that was now exposed to her: the firmness of it; how her legs looked in her right-above-the-knee socks; and, most importantly, the plump mound of flesh under the cotton panties that marked Jill's pussy. Alysha caressed her top lip with her long tongue, moistening it. She wished right then and there, that she could have slid it up along those panties.
Jill stood up, and finally got to finish the math problem.
A minute later, the buzzer went off, and Ms. Darron said, "All right class, no extra assignments today. Enjoy the weekend."
Everyone collected their books and stood up. Alysha was concentrating on the show that just took place, so she could remember it later in detail as she fingered herself in bed. She was just about to pass through the open door, when she heard Ms. Darron say, "Alysha, could you wait a minute? I'd like to talk to you."
"Sure." DAMN! She really needed to make herself cum now!
"Since Mr. Andrews has to use this classroom later, will you please accompany me to my office?" she said, as she picked up her briefcase.
Alysha nodded "yes", and they both left.
Ms. Darron's office was nothing more than a fifteen-by-fifteen room, that contained a loveseat, a small desk in the corner, bookshelves, and a filing cabinet. There was also a coffee table in front of the wanna-be couch.
The teacher opened the door, and while placing her hand at the base of Alysha's spine, she ushered her in.
Ms. Darron told her student to please be seated, pointing to the loveseat. Alysha thought: What the hell am I doin here? I haven't done anything. Ms. Darron locked the door behind her, and walked over to her desk. She threw the briefcase on top, and made her way to the table in front of Alysha.
The teacher sat down and, while her head was lowered, she let her eyes trace up Alysha's long legs. Ms. Darron crossed her legs slowly, watching her student try to force them open with her gaze alone.
"Do you know why you're here?" Ms. Darron asked.
"No. I actually don't." Then she thought back to the fall of Jill. "I hope you don't think that I tripped Jill!" she gasped.
"Of course not," Ms. Darron laughed. "But, it's about what happened while Jill was on the floor. I noticed something." Ms. Darron smiled like a mutt waiting to be pet.
Alysha's first mental reaction was that the teacher saw her lick her lips, and she would definitely be in a lot of trouble. "Wuh-What did you notice, Ms. Darron?"
"Please, we're in my office. Call me Danielle."
"Okay, Danielle. What did you notice?"
"I saw how you stared at Jill's ass, and I also saw the way you ran your tongue over your lips. Why?" Ms. Darron was still smiling, and she cocked her head to the side.
"I really would rather not talk about it."
"Alysha, you could confide in me. I would never tell a soul anything that you'd say to me." To emphasize, Ms. Darron rested her long-fingered hand on Alysha's knee.
Alysha at once, jumped a little. She was getting hot, and she wouldn't want to cum in her panties in her teacher's office! "It's...well...it's just that lately, I've been thinking about girls," she said, her head now lowered out of embarrasment (as a bonus, she got to look at those silken legs for a while longer).
Ms. Darron massaged her hand around in circles on Alysha's knee-cap. "That's okay, honey. I think about girls, too. What else can you do in an all girls school. Sometimes, though, I wish I had a long, salty cock in my throat. But, you know...." She raised her hands to modify her statement.
The shock at hearing her teacher use such vulgarities, and the hand on her knee, was making little rivulets of hot girl-semen run into her white panties. She uncrossed her legs, shifted her ass, then crossed them the other way.
"What's the matter? Am I making you uncomfortable, dear? Or are you getting wet on how I'm talking to you? Probably both, right?"
Alysha bobbed her head up and down like she was hypnotized. "You think about girls, too? I thought that I was weird, or something."
"To answer your question: you bet your tasty-looking tits, I do. I've had sex with over twenty of them." Alysha's dark-green eyes opened wide like ovals as she heard her teacher state that remark. "For instance, you know that girl Jill, obviously. Well, I just ate her out last week. Jealous?"
"Damn right I am," Alysha laughed as she absentmindedly put her hand on top of Danielle's. "I wanted to fuck her for two years!"
"She does taste sweet, like a fine wine, or an expensive lager." Danielle leaned in, so that her face was near her student's exposed knee. Alysha could feel the spurts of warm breath on her skin. "But, I'll wager, that you taste muuuch better." And, at that, she unrolled her tongue, and spread her saliva over Alysha's knee.
At that moment, Alysha knew she would never complain about school again. "I have to tell you, Danielle, that I stare at your legs and tits everyday. Espescially when you wear these stockings." Alysha figured "what the hell?", and layed her right hand on her teacher's calf. She loved the almost liquid softness of the fabric. When she was younger, she used to frig her clit in her bed after she would see her mother wearing them.
Alysha let out a "mmmmm" as Danielle and herself massaged each other. Danielle said, "Have you ever seen someone else's pussy?"
"In the shower I try to sneak a peek, but I don't want to get caught, so I look away quick. And I've seen my roommate's once: She wiggled around in her sleep once, and the blanket fell off. She wasn't wearing anything! I got up off of my bed, and went and knelt on the floor next to her bed. My face was only about three inches away, and I could smell her aroma. I wanted to suck on her long lips, but I knew she would scream. So I went back to my bed, and settled for fucking myself with my hair brush, instead." She sighed.
"I would have loved to see that," Danielle breathed, as she moved her hand down to the fabric of the knee-high sock. "I also love it that you girls have to wear these. That's why I took this job. Okay, enough bullshit. Do you want to see my tits?"
"Yes, please."
Danielle gripped the bottom of her sweater, and drew it over her head. She was wearing a black bra that barely held the melons in place; as it turns out, Danielle purposefully bought her bras a little smaller. She adored the tightened feeling around her breasts.. "You like?"
"Yes."
The teacher rubbed her fingertips over the place where her nipples were hiding. She then brought her hands together, and unclipped the fastener that was in front. Her globes of womaness popped out and jiggled a bit. Danielle ran her fingers around the aereola, then pinched the cold-beer-can-stiff nipples.
"Can I touch them, pleeeaase ?" Alysha now uncrossed her white legs; her juices were flooding the cotton that covered her lesbian-virgin snatch.
"Of course. I didn't bring you in here to tease you. Remember, we have all day, no more classes for either of us." Danielle leaned forward, her huge tits wobbled like obese cow utters.
The student leaned forward, and grabbed a handful of Danielle-breast with her right hand. "Not too hard, honey! My tits are sensitive. I know you're an eager little beaver, but just take it easy, okay?"
Alysha responded by softening her grip, and she moved her hand around as she still couldn't fathom what was transpiring. These tits are firm for a thirty-six-year-old , Alysha thought, as she now used both hands--one on each mound of flesh. Danielle's nipples were more erect than ever, as Alysha whispered, "Can I suck and lick them now?"
"Yes, sweetie. Remember: gentle until I say otherwise."
Alysha nodded, and slid her wet pussy and ass closer to the edge; a thin streak of her warm liquid made a trail behind her on the leather loveseat. She inhaled a lungful of air, and rested her full lips right on a nipple.
"You don't screw around, do you?"
" Hummm , uhmmm ," Alysha mumbled while she tugged and sucked on the nub of stiff skin. Drool started to slip out of the corners of her mouth, and dribble down the glistening fun-bag. Alysha's hands were busy squeezing both tits as she swirled her tongue around the hard nipple. Danielle was watching all of this, and she noticed the length of the slab of muscle that was licking her.
"My, my, Alysha. Your tongue is long! That'll come in handy later." Danielle, never in her life has she needed to suckle a breast more than right now, said, "Now it's my turn, you schoolgirl whore. Lean back."
Alysha looked disappointed, but did as she was told. "I can play with them later, right?"
"Yes. But now, I need some tit. Take your shirt off."
She did as commanded, and stuck her thumbs under her sweater, and pulled it off. She nibbled at her lower lip as she started to unbutton the white shirt. She removed this, as well, and slung it across the room. Her bra was dusk-blue, and her moderate breasts made a nice line of cleavage, glimmering with persperation.
Danielle ran her finger down the crevasse of her tits, and said, "I bet you'd like to have a guy stick his dick between these?"
Alysha's eyes were closed as Danielle caressed her mounds. All she answered with was a moan.
The student reached around and undid her bra; it fell on her lap, and Danielle picked it up, and threw it behind her. Alysha opened her eyes so she could watch, as her teacher cupped her nice size tits. "Yours are very nice. By far the best I've seen in this school." She then stood up, and her knockers bounced around. At the site of that, Alysha spread her legs a little wider; the hem of her green and black plaid skirt was almost up to her waist. Danielle lifted a leg up, and rested the knee on Alysha's left side, then she repeated with the other, straddling her student. Alysha couldn't help herself. She took a quick lick of the saliva-soaked nipple.
"My turn, I said." Danielle playfully stated as she reached out to take her students breasts in her hands again.
"Squeeze mine hard, please. I need it so bad."
"No problems, there," and she did as she was asked. The flesh was so firm, that it didn't even filter through the spaces in between her fingers. Damn this girl is horny , she thought. The older woman used her thumbs to roll Alysha's nips around. Soft gasps, and quick breathing escaped Alysha's partially open mouth. Danielle lowered her head and sucked hard on her students protruding baby-feeders.
"Bite them, bitch! Bite 'em!" Alysha did't know what came over her, and instantly she was sorry she called her teacher (lover?) a bitch. But Danielle just wormed her tongue around, and bit down hard. Every time she closed her teeth on the hard flesh, Alysha cooed, " Ooooh ... Ooooh ..." The feeling of her teacher's nylons rubbing against her outer thighs was also driving her crazy.
Danielle let the young girl's nipple fall out of her mouth as she drew back up. She looked into Alysha's glossy eyes, and said with a grin on her lips, "Foreplay is over, my dear. It's time to get down to business."
She rose up, and off of the couch. The way she was standing in front of Alysha--her legs half-open, her huge jugs with their nipple-eyes staring at her, the high-heels, and the skirt that came up just above her knees--drove her to sink her hands into her lap, and started rubbing through her panties.
"Oh no you don't. Your not getting off that easy." Danielle shook her head. When Alysha lifted her hands out of her lap, Danielle got a good look between her student's legs.
"My, dear, don't you shave? I thought these days, all young girls did."
"I just never thought about it. Why, are you? Is it better?" Alysha was trying to picture her teacher's naked, bare cunt.
"Yes I am. And it's soooo much better. But that's okay, sweetie. I have a bathroom over there, and I could clean that garden right up for you if you want?"
"I want."
"Follow me," Danielle said, as she reached down and took her student by the hand. They walked over to a door, and Danielle opened it. Inside was nothing more than a toilet, a sink with a small medicine cabinet above it on the left, and a towel hanging on the wall. Danielle gestured for Alysha to sit down on the john, and she started to remove her skirt. Danielle stopped her, and said, "Please leave that on. They're so sexy. I'll just slide your panties down for ya." The high school teacher knelt down on one knee, and ran her hands up the younger girl's legs, from the ankle, all the way up to her thighs. Alysha's legs squirmed and wiggled at the touch; she could feel her cunt dripping its feminine moisture. Danielle grasped the sides of her underwear, and slowly pulled them down over the perfect hips. After Alysha stepped out of them, Danielle slung them into the corner. "Won't be needin' those for a long while. Now sit down."
Alysha heeded, and rested her beautiful ass down on the lid. Danielle opened the cabinet, and brought out shaving cream and a fresh razor. There was already a bottle of lotion on the sink for afterwards. She turned, and took an eyeful of student in. There was Alysha, her legs spread wide wih her plaid skirt crumpled up around her waist, her knee-high socks covering her calves, and her jubilees sans bra.
Danielle took this time to lick her lips, and grabbed a towel off of the rack. She wet it with cold water, and started toward her student. Alysha just kept leering at the bouncing tits and the sway of her teacher's legs as she walked. Danielle knelt down, and inhaled deeply at the odor that was emanating from the pussy in front of her. "Honey, your going to have to spread those love-sticks wider for me. I have to get close so I can see what I'm doing. I don't want to cut you, baby." So Alysha opened her legs as wide as they could go.
Danielle wet down the hair with the cold water on the towel, and Alysha's body convulsed. Danielle used cold water for this exact effect; it made the hairs stand out more. After the towel was rubbed with care around the vulva, labia, and clit, she got the tuft of hair on top wet. With every passing of the towel, Alysha's legs shook, and Danielle noticed the beads of cum on the wet hair, and the line of moisture that crept down to her asshole. She couldn't wait much longer for her face to be buried in there.
Daniele applied the shaving cream all over the hair, paying special attention to the lips and crevasse. She looked down at her hand, and she could see the oily girl-sperm mixed with the cream. She brought the razor up, and traced it down the left side of the dripping pussy in smooth strokes. She could hear the hairs being cut with each pass. With the left side bare, she ever-so-gently sliced the tiny hairs off of the slit. Now that some hair was removed, Danielle saw that the soaked flaps of cunt-skin were very large. They stuck out about two inches. After the center was as clean as the left side, she started on the right. Moans were coming from above her, and Danielle got a little surprise.
As Alysha was about to climax, her body started to shake violently. " Ohhhhhhh ... ohhhhhhh .... AHHHHH!" And then, with no warning, the student's pussy shot out a gushing stream of thick, white sperm right into Danielle's face. It convulsed, and this time Danielle opened her mouth just in time, to take a squirt right into her gaping maw. As Danielle wiped the creamy cunt-juice off of her face (she then sucked all of it off of her fingers), she saw the half-shaved pussy buck and pulse like a spasming muscle. And after each pulse, more cum creamed out in short bursts.
Alysha opened her dazed eyes, and looked down to see her teacher dripping juice from her own cunt onto the floor. She also noticed what she had done. "Duh-Danielle, I'm so sorry." White cream was stuck to her hair, neck, and tits. She was soaked!
Danielle's own orgasm ceased as she looked up at Alysha, "Dear, I have just seen the greatest sight of my life. When your snatch erupted like that, I caught some in my mouth and swallowed it all. But I want more later. And trust me, I have a few surprises for you, too. But now, I have to finish the shaving."
With the shaving done, Danielle eyed up her work. Beautiful. The hair around the mound of soft woman-flesh was gone, and she even razored all the hair that was on the girl's pubis. Now, she was as bald as her teacher. She lotioned her up, and then led her back into the office.
"Go sit back on the couch. I have the first surprise for you in my filing cabinet." Alysha complied, while Danielle watched the ass shift under the plaid skirt. The white semen was running down both of her legs, and sometimes, a string of it would stretch from one leg to another. Danielle just grunted, and walked over to her briefcase. She pulled out a key, and went to the cabinet.
Alysha was looking down at her bald, glistening, twat as she noticed a pair of stockinged legs before her. She brought her gaze up, and saw that Danielle was holding something and smiling.
The large part in her hand was shaped like an oval, and made of clear plastic with rubber around the ridge. A hose was connected to a "T" shaped piece of plastic. Alysha asked, "What's that?"
"This, my squirting student, is a pussy pump. Trust me, you're going to luuhhv it." Danielle layed the pump down on the coffee table, and pushed the table away from the loveseat. She then hooked her tumbs into the sides of her dark-blue skirt, and slid it down. "It's about time I showed you my goods," she said as the skirt got thrown over her shoulder. The thigh-highs went all the way up to just below her bulging heap of cunt. A line of cum was hanging from in between the folds of her vagina. Alysha had to taste it. She reached out her hand, and grabbed the clear liquid with her thumb and forefinger. She brought it up to her mouth and stuck the fingers in. She sucked on them like a baby with a bottle. "Damn that's good."
"Oh, trust me, you'll get plenty later. Now just sit back and relax. I'd tell you to spread 'em, but you've already done that."
Danielle knelt in front of the open legs of her student, and set the rubber-lined plastic bulb part against the wet and bare skin of the sexy cunt. "Now I'm going to pump that pussy of yours up. Your going to feel a bit of pulling pressure. It might hurt a tad at first, but don't worry, you'll love it. This makes your area more sensitive. Plus, it also makes it look plump. When you do me, you'll see how great it looks. You'll probably want to get one of your own, and walk around all day with a bulging pussy like I do."
"You walk around like that! I'd go nuts. I would want to sick something in me to relieve the pressure."
"That's the best part, as you will see later. But, yeah, sometimes I sit at my desk, and I'm pumping right in the classroom as I look at you girls' legs. But now, it's your turn."
Danielle held the pumping mechanism between her thighs, as she held the cup against the girl's snatch. The other started to plunge the "T" stick down, then pull up...down ...up...very slowly, at first. Alysha groaned at the suction, but Danielle noticed that it was all pleasure. She started doing it a bit faster. She looked into the clear plastic: the cunt was being pulled almost to the max. The plastic was fogging, so she went up and down five more times, and flicked the release valve. The cup fell off with a "pop".
"Now that's the most wonderful cunt I have ever seen. And that's saying a lot, because, until now, I thought mine was the best. I'm jealous." Alysha's pussy was swelled out about two inches! It was red, and the long lips were even longer, as they were plumpy too. White cream was dribbling down the slit, and puddling on the sofa.
"How does it look?" Alysha asked.
"Like I said, it's amazing. Hold on." Danielle got up and shook her ass over to her desk. She came back with a hand mirror, and handed it to her student.
" WOW! You're right. With it shaved and swollen, I want to eat it."
"Don't worry, you'll get mine. But now I want to be pumped up, so trade places."
They exchanged spots, and now Alysha finally got a dreamy look at the facade of her teachers cunt. It was completely hairless! None on top, or anything. Danielle lifted her high-heeled feet onto the couch, and Alysha could see droplets of woman-semen clinging to the stockings. She wished she had had a video camera. Danielle's lips were thick, and rounded round the hole. She was as pink as could be, but Alysha would change that.
Alysha placed the pump against the flesh, and set the handle between her thighs. As she held the cup, she started the pumping. Danielle moaned with ecstasy. "Honey, pump fast. That's how I like it."
Alysha listened to the older woman, and pistoned the mechanism up and down, like she did a couple of times with cocks. " Ooooh , do it baby! Punish my pussy! Pump it all the way up till I explode!" Danielle's thrusts were timed with the pumps, and she was shaking and wrenching her legs open and closed, open and closed.
An orgasm was building in Alysha, and she knew it wouldn't be long until she blew.
The bulging cunt was now obscenly pressed up against the inner wall of the cup, and it was as red as a drunk's nose. "Do you want me to stop? I think your pussy's going to break through!" Now, as she pumped harder and harder, the rubber ridge actually came away from the flesh as there was no more room for cunt in it.
"A...few...more...times...." Danielle whimpered in between breaths.
Four more times, and Danielle told Alysha to stop. The valve was released, and a much louder pop sounded when the cup actually flew off about half a foot. The hissing of the air was also more obvious.
As their breathing slowed, the teacher told her student to put the toy down, and hand her the mirror. Before she handed the mirror over, Alysha was in awe of the bulbousness of the wet vagina. It was almost twice the size as her own. The color was the red of a pure-ripe apple, and she also had a thin river of clear liquid running between the profusely large flaps of flesh.
"I think that's the biggest it's ever been," Danielle said, stunned. "Just look at my clit! It looks like a small cock!"
"That's actually bigger than one dick I sucked. And I'll bet ya that yours tastes better." A shiny spot was forming on a corner of Alysha's mouth as she seen the protruding, three-inch-long clitoris.
Danielle laughed at that, and said, "I think your ready for some full-out munching. Join me in a 69, will ya?"
Before the teacher got out "will ya", Alysha was already sitting next to her on the chair. "Like I said, eager beaver. You want top or bottom?"
"Bottom."
Daniele stood up so Alysha could stretch out. After she did, Danielle lowered her drippig pussy over her students waiting face. The smell of vaginal secretions assaulted both girls' nostrils as they were inches away from humongous, bloated cunts. "Now I'm not going to tell you what to do with my pussy; I'll let you just go with your instincts. I think you'll do just fine. You just let me know when you're going to unleash the flood; I want to be prepared this time. I don't like to waste good semen. And when I say I'm going to cum, brace yourself and open wide."
"Okay my pussy-pumping teacher slut. Let's eat." And Alysha could hold out no longer, so she buried her face into the awaiting mound of woman-meat. The taste was sweet and sour, and she engorged in it. She shook her head side to side as if she was a wolf trying to rip a limb off of a rabbit. She bobbed her head as she sucked on the stiff clit. Her hands were on the sides of the pussy, and it felt like she was holding a football. Danielle's ass wavered back and forth, as she ,herself was binging on snatch.
The teacher did it different, though. She found satisfaction in running her tongue over the puffy length of her students lips. Every time she removed her tongue, a filmy, white string of Alysha's cum would connect the two. Danielle entered three fingers at once into the gooey flesh.
Alysha moaned in delight, but it was muffled because of how far her tongue was inserted into her teacher's love-hole. As soon as the fingers entered, Alysha took her own fingers--two only--and pushed them in all the way to the knuckles. She shoved them in and out in such a fast motion, droplets of teacher-cream was spilling out, and landing on Alysha's face, lips, and tits.
As their groans became louder and louder (their mouths and fingers working vigorously to give each other the climax of a lifetime), Alysha moaned, " Oooooh, ooooh, come on mama, I'm almost there. Ohhhh! Suck my huge cunt! Bite into it like a steak! Take my sweet lips in between your teeth, and pull them out as far as they'll go! That's it...that's it, Danny." Alysha jammed all four fingers deep into her teacher, while one from her other hand got lubricated with cum. She poked it straight into Danielle's puckered asshole with no warning.
"Whoooo!"
Thirty more seconds of slushing sounds as they entered and fed on one another. Then Alysha gripped the nylon thighs of her teacher, and breathed, "Here it comes."
Her nails dug into the thigh-highs, and Danielle was ready for the orgasm this time. Just as before, Alysha's hips girated, and rose up and down from the loveseat as Danielle's mouth was wide open. A shotgun blast of virgin-white cum blew out of the bulbous vagina right into the mouth of the teacher. She felt shot after hot shot hit the back of her throat as the pussy pulsed.
"Oh!Oh!Oh!Oh! Yeaaaahhhh!" Alysha yelled as she jammed her four fingers in and out of the extremely large mound of red skin.
There was a lot of semen spewing out of the student, but Danielle swallowed every last drop; some was stuck and swinging from her face, but she licked that right off. The sight of those knee-high stockings, and the puffed-out pussy still pulsing and fauciting out hot cum, pushed her over the edge.
"Here it comes my little squirting whore, you'd better be ready for it!"
Alysha placed her fingers on both side of the bulging snatch, and spread the lips wide. What was almost a gallon of translucent sperm waterfalled down onto Alysha's pretty, young face. Her mouth was open, and she caught most of the load in it. But there was just too much for a virgin swallower to handle. It poured all around her face, and soaked her hair and heaving chest. The tastes; the smells; the feel of the jizm's viscousness brought a little more cum from the student's burning cunt. Danielle's head was now resting against the vagina-pillow, and she felt the hot spurts fire against her cheek. She would let Alysha clean that off, she thought.
"You were the greatest fuck of my life. I hope you had fun," the teacher said as she lay against the beating cunt.
"You swallowed all my fun, cum-slut. I couldn't get all of yours; there was just too much! I guess that's what comes from having a swollen pussy all day." Alysha took a couple of lazy swipes of some of the sticky cum that was hanging from the pumped-to-the-brink snatch.
"You see, your a natural squirter. I, myself, have to earn it, in a manner of speaking. You know you want to walk around all day with your lips all puffy, so don't worry, I'll take care of you.
Danielle got to a standing position, and motioned for her student to sit next to her on the soaked couch. Their asses slid around on the semen, and they enjoyed every bit of it. Both women, at the same time, placed the arches of their feet on the coffee table; their legs were still open. The coolness around the room kissed their steaming hot vaginas.
"We definitely have to do this again," Alysha said to her teacher. "I'll look at school in a whole new light from now on."
"But we still have to get a nice-sized prick in you. Women are excellent, but sometimes you just need the pole."
"I know. Maybe you could hel--"
She was cut off by the jingling of keys in the door. They turned their head in horror, as they saw the knob turn. The door swiveled in on its hinges, and they both saw the janitor standing there, staring at their stockinged legs, and puffed-up cunts.
"I'm sorry. I thought you were gone for the day." He couldn't take his eyes off of what he was witnessing. All around them was a wetness, and he started getting a hard-on.
"Well, shut the door before anyone else gets a peek!"
The janitor shut the door, and just stood there. He figured he would lose his job for his one.
"Drop your mop...and your pants. Now," Danielle said.
Stunned, he did just that. Down came the pants and boxers he was wearing. Although, only semi-hard, his cock was still at seven inches. Both women leered, wondering what it would be like to ride that pony. Danielle said to her student, "Now THAT'S a cock, my dear."
The janitor walked over to the girls, his massive dick growing by the second, and swinging back and forth, slapping against his inner thighs....
To be cunt-inued...
the teacher screeched into the sloppy swollen puss under her. "OHHH , I like that...I like that. Sink it in deeper, baby! Suck my cunt and fuck my ass, I'm almost there! Get ready!"Share Story
So as we walked our cum-covered bodies into the bathroom, she said “what the fuck are we doing?”
I told her “I thought the same, but look at what we have done so far. Might as well just have some fun”, as I smirked at her.
She smiled back and said “yeah…”
So she got the shower at the right temp and hopped in. I was about 2 seconds behind her. Her back was towards the water, and we were facing each other After the legs were rinsed, I focused primarily on eating her out. I started fingering her, pointer and middle finger. After a short while of that, I turned her around, stood up, and started washing her neck, and back. I continued down and started washing her ass. I soaped up my hands and started massaging it in to her ass. I then started rubbing her tight little asshole. She leaned forward so I could have better access to her hole. While rubbing her asshole, I rinsed out the poof and squeezed it around her mid back so the water ran down her back, the crack of her ass, taking the soap with it. I then knelt back down and started licking her asshole once again. I had each hand spreading a butt cheek, to give full access to the anus. She stopped me after a couple minutes and pulled me up. She instantly went in for a kiss. We started making out, probably for 30-45 seconds and she started kissing me neck, licking it, moved down and started sucking on my nipples. As she was sucking on my nipples, she cupped my balls and started massaging them, over so slowly. My dick went straight up, right along her arm. Every 10 seconds or so, she would reach back and touch my butthole. Like I said earlier, I have never wanted this done, nor had I thought I would like it, but it was very pleasurable. Next, she grabbed the poof and started washing me down, first my chest, stomach, cock and balls, legs and then I turned around and she started and she did almost exactly what I had done to her. First, my neck, then my back, then my butt, then she soaped up her hand and really started rubbing on to my butthole. I then leaned forward a little and holy shit that felt good. She then rinsed it down and then started to lick my asshole. I about told her to stop cuz I thought it was for gays only (which I am a homo-phobe), but realized in about 2 seconds that liking guys makes you gay, not liking anal pleasure. So I figured fuck it, lets go with it. She had both her hands spreading my cheeks apart. I took one of my hands and spread my cheek apart, and she took her free hand, alternating licking and rubbing my anus. Eventually, she started to insert a finger in there. That was enough for me for now so I turned around and pulled her up as we started kissing once again, playing with each other. This proceeded for just a couple more minutes and after what was probably close to a half hour, we got out of the shower. We dried ourselves off and went and threw something on. I went and just put a pair of boxers on, she had a cute pair of pink boy shorts and a matching camisole. The cami was very thin, and was no problem seeing her complete nipple. I asked her if she wanted anything else to drink, but she declined. I was thinking “Damnit! I hope this isn’t the end”. It wasn’t. I went out and laid on the couch and put on some HBO. Damn, no titty shows on. I can’t remember what show I stopped on. She told me to scoot over. So I did just then. She was lying right beside me, we were in a spoon position. It did not take long for my dick to come back to life. I had intentionally left the button open on the fly, so it would go right out once it was hard. Her ass was right in my crotch, so I guided it right between her legs, right along her pussy (which she still had her panties on). She let out a little laugh and started tightening her legs, squeezing my cock. I started humping as she kept tightening. I reached my arm around her and starting squeezing her tits. First on the outside but after I few seconds, I worked my way up underneath her cami. I then started kissing her neck, while playing with her tits, while humping between her legs in the spoon position. This went on for 10 minutes or so before she rolled over, facing me now. We instantly started kissing as she put my dick right back between her legs. I continued thrusting, trying to make more contact with her pussy. She had put her arms around me, as I put mine around hers and started massaging each others backs, real deep and smooth. I continued back to kissing her neck. After a few more minutes of this, I pulled her on top of me as I rolled on my back. I almost instantly pulled off her cami, as she rode me in just a pair of panties, with my dick poking out of my boxers. She started crouched over, parallel to me. She then threw her head back and sat upright and continued riding me. I put both my hands up, squeezing her tits. I then pulled her panties aside to get a little pussy juice on my cock. As I tried that, she stood up, took them off and pulled my boxers off. There was a little trouble as she tried just pulling straight off, my cock which was still hanging out the fly, which gave quite a bit of resistance to the boxers going off. It was semi-humorous at the time. So she mounted back up and started riding me. My shaft parted her pussy lips, which she kept rubbing all along it. She was like a frickin river. Just from riding, you could hear how wet she was. The warm moistness on my cock felt excellent. She while this was going on, she was reaching around playing with my balls, and still occasionally touching my anus. After about her 5th time touching there, she stopped and shoved a couple fingers in her waterfall of a pussy, and started rubbing my anus again, harder. The wetness made it about ten times more enjoyable. She continued back to riding my shaft, as she seemed to try to insert a finger into me once again. This time, I figured I would let it go. I spread my legs in the birthing position this time as she continued riding me and shoving a finger inside what I previously considered and exit only. Holy shit that felt amazing. She would occasionally pull it out, get it wet again, and continue on. It felt as if she had her toy all the way in there, but come to find out it was just to the second knuckle of her middle finger. She finally stopped riding me, finger still in my ass, going in and out, as she got in the 69 position. She started slurping her pussy juices that had drenched my cock, and proceeded to deep throat me, still finger inserted. This was intense. I started licking her pussy, lifting my head up to lick her ass, back to the pussy, and so on. I then started fucking her with two fingers, just about as quickly as I could. After a couple minutes, getting them lubed up nice, I shoved one in her ass, shortly followed by both. She started moaning with her mouth full of my cock. So there we were, giving each other oral pleasure, both with fingers in each others asses. Definitely not how I would have planned it out, but definitely glad it happened. After 5 minutes or so, she pulled out her finger, and started to turn back around, so I pulled mine out as well. She started riding me once again after just enough time for my cock to get covered back with her pussy juice, she raised up a little bit, stood my cock straight up in the air, and sat her pussy right down over it, slowly all the way down the shaft until the next thing that would have went it, could they have, we my pubes. Now I did not plan on having sex with her, as I was a vaginal virgin. I have had anal sex with a few select partners, but never vaginal. Now don’t get me wrong, anal sex is awesome, but having a warm, wet pussy around every part of my cock was amazing. She started slowly going up and down, increasing ever so slowly and little by little. After a couple minutes she was going full bore. As quick as she could going damn near the whole length of my dick. This was too much. I told her I was about to cum and she said she was on the pill. I still had no desire to cum in my sister’s pussy, so I told her to suck me the rest of the way off. She got off me and sat straight up on the couch, I stood on the couch, facing her, put my hands on the back (top) of the couch and started fucking her mouth. I would occasionally take a hand and force her head all the way to my pubes and keep it there for a couple seconds, and then continue fucking. After a few minutes, my load was about to be released. I had always wanted to do a facial, and since my other girlfriend declined, I figured I was going to shoot it all over her face. I pulled out of her mouth and starting whacking off as fast as I could. It didn’t take long before I was cumming. I told her to open her mouth. I think I got about 2 out of 8 shots in her mouth, the rest was covering her face, except for one that missed and shot over the couch. That was just as neat as I had thought it would be. She told me to lick some of it off, but there was no way I was going to do that, so I said “No thanks”. She swallowed what she could and tried scraping off the rest. She then rubbed what she had all over my chest and starting licking it all off. What a little hoe! I was loving it. After she was done, she said “my turn!” I asked her what she wanted and she said “Your tongue, my toy, your finger” as pointed to her clit, her pussy, and her ass. So I got the toy off the floor, and did as she wished. I started licking her clit as I shoved the vibrator in her pussy, as I fingered her asshole once again. She started moaning and rocking back and forth as my fingers and toy were in rhythm with each other. It only took her about 3 minutes before she started cumming. The moaning was getting louder, faster, and the climax nearly hurt my ears but to hear how that last moan faded down is still worth beating off to. That was probably the best orgasm I had heard. Once she was done I pulled stopped everything, climbed on top of her and starting making out with her once again. We were both whooped, tired from the night, drinking, two orgasm, so we just laid there and cuddled for quite a while as I must have started to doze off (same with her) because I had jumped in my sleep which scared both of us. After that she asked “My bed or yours?” We both had queens, so I said “Mine.” I rolled off her, and off the couch and just picked her up and carried her back in to my room. She was laughing the whole way and I just threw her on the bed. She landed on her back, tits bouncing back and forth legs spread. I hinted at taking pictures and she said “There is no fucking way, what if those got out of our control.” I said good point, but still had all intentions of getting pictures of her. I figured that my face never had to be in the pic, since I would be taking the pictures. (Although they did happen on Sunday, which will be in the next story) We laid there, on top of my covers on my bed, not really saying anything. After a couple minutes of silence, she asked me “So you are a big anal fan?” I kinda chuckled and said “How did ya guess that? In fact I had only had anal sex before tonight, never had vaginal. She replied “No fucking way!” I said “Fucking way!” So she asked “So did ya like it? I stated “I loved it… also what you were doing back there” nodding my head backwards. I did not want to say it because it felt weird to say. She said “Fingering your ass!?” I said “Shut up, don’t say it… But yes, that!” She just laughed and laughed. I asked “What made you decide to do that anyways?” She said “I have always wanted to do that. They had talked about it a couple times on that Talk Sex with Sue show.” You know that 80 year old lady that talks about sex and toys and all this stuff an old lady shouldn’t be talking about. She said “most guys who try it love it, but never want to give it a chance. The guys I have been with freak out when I try it.” “I was one of those a couple of hours ago… glad I changed my mind.” She just smirked. I said “Hang on, I am going to have one more drink. Want one?” “Sure, why not” I ran and made the drinks, fairly strong and came on back. After about half ways gone, she said “Round 3”? I replied “Ding ding ding” (like a boxing match sound) I rolled her over and she stuck her ass up in the air. I started fingering her pussy and licking her asshole. Apparently my fingers weren’t enough, as she put in two of hers as well. That was pretty cool having both of our fingers in her pussy. My cock was pretty limp yet, but was on his way. I just started rubbing the head on her pussy, in her ass, and so on until it was finally hard. I then inserted it into my sister’s pussy and started pounding her doggy style. I hunched over her and started squeezing her tits as I was pounding Sarah’s vagina as hard as I could. She had one hand under playing with her clit. I was getting no where fast. Going on my third time, it wasn’t so easy. After about 10 minutes of that, she said “Put it in my ass.” I wasted no time doing what she wanted. I instantly pulled it out and put it against her brown-eye. She slowly started backing into it and after a short while, we were in the clear. I grabbed a hold of her waist and started thrusting my cock into that wonderful ass. I reached underneath and started fingering her pussy (which is also neat, those who have not done it. You can feel your dick when fucking her in the ass if you finger her). She started moaning louder and louder. She pulled out her toy, which I was not aware she had brought back there, turned it on and put it on her clit. She would then reach under and put in on my balls, and try to get my ass with it, which was unsuccessful. After 15 minutes of fucking her in the ass, she pulled away and it plopped out. She proceeded on giving me one hell of a blowjob. That was new to me. I later found out it’s call A2M (Ass to Mouth)… I kinda really like that stuff now. Anyways, she started the great BJ, playing with my balls and ass once again. She was hooked on my ass. She was trying to insert a finger in there once again, which met little resistance. One word, Wow. She had had middle finger buried and deepthroating my cock. I also found out later the prostate is a very sensitive organ and feels great when stimulated. I was on the verge of cumming, so I had her stop. I had her on her back and got on top of her on the 69 position. I inserted the toy in her pussy and started licking her clit. She started sucking on my balls, and pushed me forward so she could get to, what else? My ass. She has a very pointy tongue and seemed like she was trying to get her tongue in as far as her finger was. Quite pleasurable. I alternated between her pussy and ass with the vibe. After about 10 minutes of this, she started cumming. She leaned forwards, held on for dear life, and she started shaking violently. That was some orgasm, although relatively quite to previous. She said “OK, now I am going to have some fund with you.” “Sweet!” I thought. She ran to the bathroom and came back holding something behind her back. I did not know what it was. She told me to get on my stomach, so I did just that. I heard something open and 10 seconds later felt something quite cold on my asshole. It was a vasalined vibrator. I said “whoa whoa whoa, that ain’t going in me!” She pushed me back down and said yes it is. I treated that just like she did not. I slowly backed in to it. “What the fuck am I doing” I thought to myself. The further in it was, the better it felt. I started going back and forth, enjoying the anal penetration. Once it was all the way in, she said, “Here, take this, and get in the doggy style position.” She sure got demanding in a short amount of time. So I took the vibe that was buried in me, and started fucking myself with it. She got under me and guided my cock into her pussy. So there I was, in about the most imaginable situation. Fucking my ass with a vibe with fucking my younger sister, Sarah. I was ready to come in a matter of minutes. When I stated I was cuming, she put her head down, reach back with both arms and pulled me into her as far as I could. I knew she wanted me to cum in her, so I obliged. I pumped my sister’s cunt full of cum. That pill better be damn good, I thought to myself. I slowly pulled the vibe out of me, which felt like I was taking a … well, never mind. Quite a weird and worryful experience the first time. Then I plopped my dick out of Sarah’s cum filled twat. She got up, ran to the bathroom cupper her hand underneath her pussy, and went and cleaned up. I went in and wash my dick off, as she cleaned up a little more so than that. I went back to bed and she was about 3 minutes behind. We spooned and fell asleep right like that. Both exhausted after the drinking, the 3 wonderful orgasms each, and whatever time it was (I think it was around 1-2?, but it had been a long time since I paid attention to the clock) So more of what happened Sunday (which was a lot of what happened today, and what happened when she came down to visit me at college (I “MET” her at a party and brought her home not to raise suspicion. I was able to talk her in to a threesome with another chick, let me know and rate me on this story) Also, I do have some pictures that I will send out to people who send self-couple photos. If you are just a dude, I don’t want to see dick. I can pull down my pants if I want to see that. I am also looking for couple or female webcam chat that I am trying to talk her in to doing. Let me know if you are up for it. Let me know at inisbestst@hotmail.com Read More. I reached around her and grabbed the shower-poof thingy, put some soap on it, and started soaping her body, starting with her breasts. I probably spent a couple minutes on them, and proceeded down to her stomach as I bent over and started sucking on her left tit. She placed her hands on my back and started rubbing, very hard. When I was done there, I was doing to clean up below the waist. I kneeled down and started on her pussy. She spread her legs as far as she could and still stand in the shower. I then turned her around to rinse her down and turned her back around. I then proceeded to wash her legs as I started tonguing her pussy.
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Camping
Shelly was sure the others were asleep by now.  It had been at least 20 minutes since she heard a sound from anyone except their soft breathing.  Mike, beside her, was definitely out. He’d had quite a bit to drink, and after 3 years of marriage she knew the rhythm and sound of his breathing when he was asleep.
Shelly was enjoying the camping holiday with Brent and Debbie, but sleeping with another couple in the holiday trai ‘Yes’, she thought, ‘I’d love to have a sampling of that right about now…mmhhmmm’, a light shiver ran over her at the thought.  She was certainly not going to be able to sleep tonight unless she was liberated from the passion she was almost past controlling. She considered waking Mike, then decided against it.  Were she able to convince Mike to make her cum, she was so horny she knew she wouldn’t be able to control her fervor, and would be way too loud in the little camper. She decided she would have to solve this little dilemma herself.  She felt that she could maintain some control that way and would hopefully not make much noise – although she was almost past the point of caring about now. It was pretty warm at this time of year, because of that Shelly had worn only a light nighty over her panties tonight. The nighty was light cotton, and covered her to mid thigh.  Shelly was laying on her side and peered through the subtle light in the camper. She looked over at Brent and Debbie’s bed to ensure they were asleep.  Brent was closest and turned away from her. Seeing only the gentle rise and fall of the covers from their breathing, she felt a certain amount of confidence as she slid her hand under the covers of her bed. Slowly Shelly moved her hand along her outer thigh to the hem of her nighty.  Gently and quietly Shelly took the hem of her night gown and slid it up over her hip.  Her ears piqued to any sound of stirring from Brent and Debbie, she silently raised her hip off of the bed to slip the right side of her nighty up to her waist.  She felt naughty and extremely horny as she slid her hand down to her panties.  It reminded her of when she first discovered the joy of fingering her pussy when she was thirteen. She had been in the same room as her older sister.  Shelly had made herself cum countless times with Jenny sleeping quietly only 10 feet away.  Slowly she slid her hand under the waistband of her panties as she gently brought her knees apart.  Raising her knee high she tucked her left foot behind her right knee as her fingers slipped through the light hair of her pussy.  She continued to keep a cautious eye on Brent and behind him Debbie, as her fingers sought out the throbbing itch of her pussy. An unintentional moan escaped her as Shelly’s fingers finally touched her wet clit.  She was absolutely soaked and as she slowly circled two fingers over it she could hear the slurping sounds of her juices under her fingers.  Reflexively she thrust her pussy forward against her fingers her eyes closed in pleasure. She slid her hand further into her panties - as the bottoms of two fingers and then the top of her palm slipped wetly over her clit she sunk two fingers as deep as she could into her itching slit. She was having extreme difficulty remaining quiet as she stroked herself, her fingers soaking wet with her own juices.  The pleasure was incredible as she massaged her clit with her palm and wiggled her fingers inside her musky wet canal.  She found herself starting to gently hump her pussy against her own manipulations and had to make a conscious effort to settle herself down.  Slipping her fingers out of her needy slit, she slid one finger along her lips up to her clit and back down again, with only the tip of her finger between her salivating pussy lips.  Her panties were now a hindrance to her and she determined she had to have them off.  She opened her eyes to once again survey Brent and Debbie’s sleep.  She saw that there was no change in their position and then noticed that she could see almost clearly in the camper now.  The full moon had come out from behind a cloud showering  their little camper in a soft glow.  Since everyone was clearly asleep, Shelly boldly rolled to her back and raised her hips. Hooking both thumbs in the waistband, she slid her panties down over her bum. Bringing her knees forward she slipped the panties off –just as she heard a stirring in Brent and Debbie’s bed.  Shelly froze and listened closely.  Someone was turning over.  She slowly lowered her feet to the bed then layed very still, as whoever was moving settled. If she wasn’t so horny she might have decided that it would be too reckless to continue, but she was very aroused and determined to cum – tonight.  Shelly layed still for what seemed an eternity, then feigning sleep sounds, turned her head to take a cautious look at Brent and Debbie.  She saw in the soft light that Brent had turned toward her now and was breathing quietly, still asleep.  Now, out of her panties, she felt a freedom that was erotic and naughty as she quietly slipped her damn underwear under her pillow. Mike, pretty much passed out beside her, was not a big threat to wake up, but with Brent stirring the threat of being caught added excitement to her already overly excited passion. Her knees were still drawn up and as she slipped her hands down her tummy her knees instinctively separated.  Her hands with a mind of their own continued down her body drawn by the needs of her pussy.  Again soft wet sounds could just barely be heard as she slipped one and then two fingers into her eager pussy.  She slowly and deliberately massaged her desperate pussy. She played slowly to both remain as quiet as possible, and to maintain this sensation for as long as she could stand.  She was so horny she could make herself cum quickly if she tried, but she was loving the feeling too much to have it go away. Gently she rolled her fingers around inside her pussy as she massaged her clit with three fingers of the other hand.  She couldn’t prevent the soft moans of pleasure from escaping her, and tried her best to make them sound like sleep noises.  She was trying to keep as still and quiet as possible but her passion was becoming stronger, and she was loosing what little inhibition she had left.  She was now uncontrollably thrusting lightly against her hand as her fingers fucked her pussy with increased vigor.  ‘Mmhmm’ quietly sounded in her throat.  The camper was starting to rock slightly and Shelly almost didn’t care.  She was enjoying this too much to make it end so soon – she wanted to cum, but wanted more to maintain the pleasure.  Slowing her pace she slid her fingers out of her drenched pussy and slid them up and down her wet lips. The camper was rocking too much now - she mustered all her control and slowed - then stopped her movements. She again piqued her ears to hear if there was any sign of others being awake. The camper still continued to rock slightly though, even after she consciously stopped thrusting against her hand.  She stopped moving completely and there was still a slight movement of the camper. Opening her eyes slowly Shelly’s senses were alert as she looked, felt and listened in the camper.  She could hear a slight noise from Brent and Debbie’s side of the camper.  As she turned her head slowly to look, the noise stopped and she could feel the camper stop its gentle sway.   She could see quite well in the soft light and Brent was still lying facing her, she could see well enough to tell his eyes were closed, but she could see by his breathing that he was not asleep.  He was not breathing gently and easily as sleeping people do, rather his breathing was rapid and more intense.  Shelly grinned to herself as she guessed what was happening. Turning quietly toward Brent she discretely slipped out from under the blanket as she spread her knees. Again slipping her hand down to her pussy she slipped a finger inside and wiggled it quickly.  Soft sucking sounds were plainly heard now not muffled by the blanket.  Brent’s eyes opened then widened as Shelly’s fingers and pussy were plainly visible only a few feet away.  Brent smiled and slowly slipped his blanket back exposing his obviously fully erect cock.  Her suspicions were correct, Brent’s hard cock was evidence to the fact that he had heard Shelly’s play and had started to masturbate as well.  His cock was gorgeous. It was quite long and very thick.  As he started to stroke it, his fingers barely reached around it.  Shelly relished the view of her husband’s handsome friend stroking his huge cock only 6 feet away.  The sight of Brent’s rock hard cock leaking pre-cum was hugely erotic to Shelly and she again buried two fingers deep inside her wetness. She stroked her fingers in and out in rhythm to Brent’s long stroking of his rigid cock.  They tried to maintain control of themselves lest they wake their spouses as they continued to masturbate for their and each other’s pleasure.  Shelly was getting too, too horny now and was bucking harder and harder against her hand.  She ground her clit against the heel of her hand as she rode hard on her fingers reaching deep inside her wet slit.  Moans were coming more and more quickly from her as she fucked her pussy mesmerized by Brent’s stroking of his cock in front of her.  Brent’s stroking grew in time to her own play could tell that he too was close to orgasm. She wanted to see his cum, wanted to taste it.  She felt very mischievous, naughty and horny as she ached to cum and watch Brent cum too. Shelly had her legs wide open and her fingers buried deep inside herself.  She was fucking herself forcefully now, too excited to be restrained - both she and Brent were on the verge.  She could feel the passion welling up inside her, and knew she was past the point of no return.  Suddenly Brent tensed up, his hand stopped stroking his gorgeous cock, his eyes were squeezed tight as his whole body stiffened.  A stifled moan escaped Brent as Shelly saw his cock twitch then sprays of cum erupted from Brent’s hard cock.  Stream after stream of hot semen jumped from his stiff penis, landing on Brent’s stomach, his chest, his arm, the bed – it gushed uncontrolled from his hard cock as he lay taut in pleasure.  It was all Shelly could take – as Brent lay across from her, his cock erupting cum - a great rush of pleasure came over her - she bucked hard against her hand and felt the wash of orgasm roll over her.  She reflexively plunged two fingers inside her and held her hand tight to her pussy.  Rocking the heel of her hand against her clit she bucked hard against it, grinding her itching, aching clit to satisfaction.  Her orgasm, so much in anticipation, was intense.  She was barely able to suppress her squeals of passion and pleasure as she rode her hand through her orgasm – the vision of Brent’s cock shooting cum making her pleasure even more intense. Slowly the waves of her orgasm subsided, and as Shelly lay in the afterglow she smiled at Brent and winked.  He winked back smiling, he was a beautiful sight to her right now – naked and covered with his own cum, brought on by his excitement at her own play.  The orgasm she had, intense as it was, only took the edge off of her passion though.  Now actually seeing Brent’s cock she had an even greater urge feel it fill her up.  Tonight might not be the best situation to do that however. They both lay quietly now surveying their situation.  They listened intently to their spouses breathing.  Shelly surmised that Mike had slept through the entire thing and Brent indicated to her that Debbie too was still asleep.  ‘It was a good thing that both Mike and Debbie had tied into the whisky that evening,’ Shelly considered. In retrospect she was certain that she and Brent had been not very quiet.  She even remembered the camper squeaking slightly from their play.  She was too wrapped up in her pleasure to really think about it at the time mind you.  Thankfully though, it appeared that they were undiscovered.  Brent was in a bit of a state however.  He and the bed were covered with his cum.  He looked down at the sprays of cum and frowned.  He gave Shelly a funny look and she suppressed a giggle.  Reaching under her pillow she pulled out the panties she had tucked there.  She held them up to him with her eyebrows raised in a questioning expression.  He nodded with a grin and she gently tossed them over to him.  The implication was not lost on either of them.  Tonight he would be using her panties to wipe his cum from himself – another time her panties might have his cum in them for a better reason. The panties she tossed landed on his chest. As he picked them up he could feel the dampness on his fingers.  Sliding the crotch of them between his fingers he shrugged his eyebrows at Shelly and then winked.  She smiled back with a slightly shy/embarrassed look - knowing herself how wet she had been before she removed them.  Brent then did something that surprised her.  Taking Shelly’s panties in his hand he drew them up to his face, and took a long breath of her scent.  His body visibly wilted as be smelled the erotic juices of her pussy on the panties.  It struck Shelly oddly to see Brent sniff her panties.  She was slightly grossed out, but she was more aroused. The thought that she had turned him on so much that he wanted to smell her underwear was very arousing to her.  Arousing so much in fact, that she was surprised to feel a familiar warmth growing in her loins. After taking several long whiffs of her scent from the panties, Brent removed them from his face and began to wipe up his cum with them. Sometimes Shelly found cum to be kind of gross, but tonight even after her intense orgasm she was still horny enough to find it a turn on.  As Brent moved slowly to keep from waking Debbie, he rubbed the panties over himself, wiping the cum from his chest, stomach, arms and bed into Shelly’s panties.  He was not really able to absorb a lot of it into the scant filmy panties, but he cleaned it up enough to have it not running down his body as it had been. He held up the panties to Shelly with a ‘Now what do we do with these’ expression on his face. Shelly held her hand out to him and waved her fingers, indicating that he was to toss them back to her.  He made a funny ‘grossed out’ face and tossed them into her outstretched hand.   Shelly caught them and brought her hand back to the bed.  Having seen Brent smelling her panties had stirred up erotic thoughts in her, she knew exactly what she was going to do with her now cum covered panties. With a coy smile at Brent she winked and held the panties out letting them hang free.  She could see the wet patches of Brent’s cum clinging to the filmy fabric.  She held a finger to a string of cum that was starting to hang down from the panties.  Wiping some of the stringy cum with her finger she smiled at Brent and drew her finger to lips.  Maintaining her gaze on Brent, she opened her mouth and slid her cum covered finger onto her tongue.   Brent’s eyes opened wide as Shelly grinned naughtily and sucked the cum off of her finger.  Withdrawing her finger from her mouth she smirked at Brent and visibly swallowed his cum. Brent smiled back at her, visibly turned on by Shelly’s actions.  He was still on his side, uncovered, facing her and she could see that as she sucked his cum off of her finger his cock was beginning to come back to life. Shelly returned her attention to the cum soaked panties. Looking them over carefully, she found a large patch of cum and drew the panties to her mouth.  Shelly slipped out her tongue, and touched it to the cum covered spot.  First taking long licks she then placed the panties against her lips and sucked the cum into her mouth. After swallowing the spot of cum, she surveyed the panties again, finding a fresh spot to suck. Each time she found a fresh spot she hungrily sucked in all the cum she could. Brent watched in amazement and arousal as Shelly sucked all of his cum off of her panties.  His cock had responded to the sight of Shelly sexily eating his cum.  Although it had only been 10 minutes previous that it had shot great gobs of cum in a fantastic orgasm, his cock was now fully erect again. As Brent watched Shelly sucking his cum from her panties, he instinctively began stroking his fully erect cock. Shelly, satisfied that she had removed all of the cum she could from her panties looked over to Brent.  Seeing him stroking his cock again made her grin.  ‘As turned on as I am’ she thought.  She smiled at him and shook her head from side to side pointing at his hand wrapped around his cock. She mouthed to him, “No…..Tomorrow….†                                         Read Moreler certainly put a cramp in one’s ‘marital privacy’.  Two or three days wouldn’t have been too bad, but now after 6 nights without any sex, she was almost going out of her mind. Shelly loved sex and wanted - needed, it every day. To top things off, her passion was certainly not abated by seeing Brent every day.  “Debbie was a lucky girlâ€Â, Shelly considered. She couldn’t help but imagine what Brent was like in bed. Earlier today, it was all Shelly could do to not stare at Brent in his Speedo.  She did secret a few quick glances at his substantial package and was rewarded with a warmth in her pussy that had been nagging her since.
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This story contains material that may offend some readers. It has sexually explicit content…please don’t write to me afterwards and complain…I’m warning you now.
Again thanks readers for taking the time to write to me, I do like constructive criticism, and flattery even more. I hope you all enjoyed Christmas and New Year with friends and loved ones and if you were out and about on the roads, drove carefully and didn’t drink and drive…one or the other but not both.
This story contains material that may offend some readers. It has sexually explicit content…please don’t write to me afterwards and complain…I’m warning you now.
Again thanks readers for taking the time to write to me, I do like constructive criticism, and flattery even more. I hope you all enjoyed Christmas and New Year with friends and loved ones and if you were out and about on the roads, drove carefully and didn’t drink and drive…one or the other but not both.
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I recently spent some time in Hawaii and enjoyed every moment. Hi and thanks to Steve, Terry, Brad and Tony…if you are reading this you’ll know who you are. Thanks guys I had a great time
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Fantasies and notions of group sex have ran through most our minds from time to time I imagine. After reading Martha Spacey’s article about her experience on a gang bang or being put on the block by a Motor Cycle Gang had me going, in fact I read the article a couple of times more and had to admit it stirred certain carnal feelings in me and leaving a wetness in my pants.
God…how could she have taken all those guys…how many had there been there that night, twenty she said? My mind going into overdrive as I visualized it all happening…one…by one. I’d had group sex myself before, but not on the scale Martha had described. There had been six guys and myself,. I was so naïve to think I could go to a quiet beach with six horny guys and not get pounced on. I mean here I was with only a bikini, a fully developed female, drinking beer and wine, the guys getting hornier and hornier staring at my body, flirting with them, then I get tackled to the ground and next thing is, my bikini bottom is being torn from me…oh I kicked and struggled to start with, but once Mike was inside me, I was a different person. I couldn’t just stop for one, I had to do it for all of them…but six was a lot different to twenty. Oh god I had to stop thinking about it, it was just too much, my heart and pulse were racing and my body was all a tremble.
Well its one thing to have a fantasy…real life is another thing and I wondered if given the opportunity I would and could handle them all. I mean twenty guys fucking you one after another…over a week maybe…but all in one night.
The thought of it all just wouldn’t go away, it continued to harass my mind and thinking, whether I was at home at work or out with the girls for a drink I found myself daydreaming and fantasying about it. The thing is the more I thought about it the more I wanted it to happen, but if given the opportunity would I actually stand up and carry it through…or would I renege at the final moment and remain safe, happy and contented within my fantasy.
Well there’s an old and true saying. “Be careful what you wish for…it may just come true”
That beautiful Wednesday morning as I drove between Buxton and Grassmeads little did I know I was about to be keeping a date with destiny. It was a beautiful day, hot and not a cloud in the sky, the type of day you’re glad to be alive and just wanted to keep driving…go somewhere…anywhere, who cares? I was going to dress in jeans and light top, but I then decided it would be shorts and top. I always liked my denim shorts on these occasions and they did show off my long shapely legs…not that I’d anticipated showing them to any guy before I arrived at Grassmeads. The route I’d chosen was the scenic one, it ambled through some of the best countryside in the county, alongside the river, through bush and forest, sometimes the trees forming a canopy of shade from the hot overhead sun…it was just so beautiful and breathtaking. My fingers tapped the steering wheel in time with the music coming from my CD…life just didn’t get any better than this. Then at approximately the half waypoint, it happened.
You ever had that sinking and sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach when something goes wrong with your car…well that day I got it, trusty old Tommy Toyota started to overheat. I have no idea how long it had been happening. I just looked at the gauges and saw the temperature one was well above where it should have been and rising.
Oh shit…shit…shit. Then mercifully I saw the sign, telling me there was a picnic area ahead, only a few more yards. Just around the next bend I saw it and slid in and parked. It was the usual well-kept rest area, wooden tables and benches, shady trees and tidy rubbish bins…nothing else of course, it was just a picnic/rest stop, but at least it told me that at sometime some would come by.
I lifted the hood to a mass of smoke, steam or something and hissing. I just stared at it; I hadn’t the faintest idea what I was looking at or for. I felt lost and abandoned, what had been such a great day not moments ago…well I must say I felt lost. I tried my cell phone, but this area was outside the coverage area…now I felt even worse, but ho…wait. I’d heard a car approach and my spirits lifted, only to be dashed again when the car kept going. Two cars and a truck passed and I was starting to panic a little, then I heard what I thought was a helicopter…no…no not a helicopter, but what. Then I saw them as they came around the bend. My whole being was filled with fear…my blood turning to ice; it was a motorcycle gang. Black leather clad individuals sitting upright, holding on to sit up and beg handlebars.
Oh god no…please no. Visions of being raped and left there were my immediate thoughts…gone were my fantasies of being put on the block.
They saw me and peeled off the highway, the deafening sound of their Harley’s as they circled around me…then silence as they stopped their machines.
The big bearded tattooed brute, who was their leader, came toward me.
“Well now little lady…you seem to be in some kind of trouble?” he asked.
I could hardly reply, hot as it was I was cold with fear right then.
Oh god no. Please don’t rape me…please…was the only thought going through my mind.
He leaned over the car and took a look at the engine.
“I have no idea what’s wrong with it…I…I just opened the hood and out came all this smoke” I said
“Steam…little lady…it’s steam…not smoke…. looks like you have a busted water hose and the engine has overheated…let’s hope you stopped in time eh?”
“Well…I think I did” I replied.
I took a look around as the others alighted from their cycles, some lying on the grass, others making toward us.
As if reading my mind the boss guy said. “Relax little lady…no one is going to harm you…contrary to what they tell you we don’t go around molesting women” then gave me a reassuring smile. Somehow I believed him and felt the tension drain a little.
“I’m glad to hear it…I mean you hear so many stories about bikie gangs and what they do to women” I replied.
“No…not true…only those who consent to it” he replied.
“Oh I see” I replied and blushed bright red at the thoughts that had just returned to my thinking and at the same time surveying all the riders in the area.
“There’s twenty of us little lady…if that’s what your thinking”
God could this guy read my mind. “No…no I was…I was just….” I broke off… trying hard to think of something to say
“Well I mean I’ve heard so many stories, I mean about being put on the block and the like…does that really happen with you guys?” God I couldn’t believe I’d just asked that…who was this guy, my father confessor…I should just keep quiet before I dug too deep a hole.
“Yes well it’s mostly true, yes we do have a block and yes we do put women on it”
“Oh I see”
“But as I said…only those who consent to it…those that do become honorary members of the chapter”
“Oh right”
“You wouldn’t consider becoming a member would you?” he asked with a cheeky smile.
“Oh no…no…hey…I mean twenty guys that’s an awful lot of” I was going to say cock but stopped just short. “It’s an awful lot of guys” Then turning to peruse the twenty riders. My thoughts and fantasies returning at warp speed and a stirring in my loins.
His eyes had been raking my body, his own fantasies in mind and what he’d like to do to me.
“Oh I’m sure you could handle us all…we’d loved to make you an honorary chapter member little lady…what’s your name…I’m Gus by the way”
“Oh…Lisa” I proffered
“Well Lisa we’d better see what we can do about this car of yours eh?”
“Well if you could I’d be real grateful, you’re the only ones who have stopped” I said
He asked a couple of the guys to take a look and see if they could do anything with the car. Whilst they did so I grabbed my water pack and sat with Gus and friends, talking and chatting. I was surprised at myself asking so many questions about bike life and how they lived. At the same time my thoughts wondered to my fantasies and right here and now I was at the door of opportunity to my fantasies…fantasies that could become reality, all I had to do was acquiesce to their invitation. I looked from one guy to another, trying to imagine if I could take them all on. There’d be little or no time or intervals between one guy and the next, as one finished the next would be ready for me.
My thoughts were suddenly broken into.
“Sorry what was that?” I asked
Gus had asked a question.
“I asked if you thought you could take us all on…it is what you were thinking, isn’t it”
Again I blushed bright red, how could this guy read my most inner and intimate thoughts.
“Oh gosh…no…no…” I started to protest.
He held up his hand stopping me further.
“Just be honest with yourself…admit it you were…I’ve seen that look on many other faces…it tells me a great deal…you were thinking about it weren’t you…just a little bit?”
“Well, yes…yes I was…but I mean, twenty guys, I really don’t think I could cope with that many?”
“Don’t under estimate yourself…others before you have…and no doubt others after you will…just think of it as giving yourself a night of shear fun and pleasure”
“Oh shit…I don’t know…I really don’t know” my heart now racing with excitement.
Just then Red came over to tell us he couldn’t really do much to fix the problem a couple of new parts were required, which they did not have…a quick patch job was the best, but it may not last and a few more miles down the track and I’d have the same problem.
“Well Lisa, why not hitch a ride on the back of my bike into Grassmeads. I’ll leave Red here with your car to guard it; Jess finds the parts, returns with one of the other members and brings your car back to wherever you’re staying for the night.
I thought about it and agreed to the invitation for a lift.
I was given a crash helmet and cocked my leg over the seat behind Gus. The roar of the Harley’s was deafening as we left the picnic area on mass.
There’s something about being on a bike a kind of freedom that you don’t get from behind the steering wheel of a car. Riding the second half of the journey to Grassmeads was an enjoyable experience and I couldn’t get the invitation to join these guys for some fun and recreation out of my mind. I’d been holding all these thoughts…all these fantasies about them and low and behold here was the opportunity…I could turn fantasy into reality…but now that I had this opportunity did I really have the will and the courage to carry it out. Soon the outskirts of Grassmeads was upon us and Gus signaled his followers to pull over.
“Where do you want us to drop you off Lisa…or do you want to join us for the night?” he asked grinning.
“Oh god I don’t know Gus…I’ve been thinking about it but I keep coming back to twenty guys…it’s a lot of guys”
“Well it’s up to you…it’s easy for me to say jump in and do it, you only live once and all those other cliché’s…in the end it’s up to you”
I bit my bottom lip…. trying to make my mind up. If I said no I might regret doing so later…equally if I said yes I might still regret doing so…decisions…. decisions.
“Yes…yes….let’s do it” I said, my heart now pounding, now having made the decision and agreeing to it.
I hung on tight as the bikes twisted and turned, making there noisy way toward their headquarters. I was quite surprised at the size of the property. It was on the outskirts of the city and on a large section…more that just a house…a large house, sheds, work sheds and a high fortified fence surrounding it. They obviously wanted no intruders…had I made the right decision? .
They drew to a halt just outside, the two fortifies gates opened.
“Well Lisa…one last chance to say no…once your inside….” He let the implications ride.
I swallowed and nodded. “Ok…let’s go…let’s do it”
I was quickly driven in through the gates…through into the lion’s den…followed by the rest of the pack. As the riders cut each of the bikes…there was a stillness and I watched as the two large gates clanked shut and the heavy bolts thrust in place…this was it…I couldn’t turn back…tonight’s menu was Lisa
I took off the helmet Gus had loaned me.
“Ok…let me show you around the place…our humble home”
My legs felt like rubber, my heart was pounding, was I scarred or excited…a little of both I guess. I knew what lay ahead…what was expected of me, but how would I handle it. Entering through the main door I was escorted by other riders, other members, each room he showed me, there was other members lounging about, smoking pot, drinking beer, their gazes following my movement.
“Er I thought there was only twenty of you Gus….who are all these other guys?” I asked
“Oh I forgot to tell you…there are thirty of us in all…some didn’t ride today”
“Oh god…no Gus…not thirty…please tell me it’s not thirty I’m expected to….?”
“To fuck you…is that what you were going to say…oh don’t worry so…you’ll handle us all…you’ll see”
But I was worried…twenty, well I’d calculated and come to terms with…but suddenly I now had another ten guys to contend with…thirty, the number kept running through my head…thirty guys…thirty guys, how long would it take thirty guys to fuck me, oh god what had I done…what had I let myself in for?
Gus took me from one room to another, one area to another, the complex was huge…then we came to it. “The Room” the meeting house, the entertainment room, whatever you cared to call it. Above the door was a sign. “The Rats Nest” and another sign declaring a code of tidy dress…or undress whatever the occasion may demand. There was a bar down one side, a most impressive bar, a bar that would not look out of place in any pub. The walls were adorned with other memorabilia, photos of bikers and bikes, flags, and gang patches, bull horns, cow horns and any other type of material they deemed fit for display.
“We have guests from time to time…so we need to make them welcome and feel welcome” said Gus indicating to the bar, but it wasn’t the bar that had my attention. In the middle of the room was “The Block” the place where I was to be sacrificed. It was about the size or perhaps bigger than a king sized bed and padded all over in black leather. Gus saw me gazing at it.
“Yes honey…that’s it…that’s where it will all take place…come on let’s take a closer look”
I followed him to the centre. The black leather padding was firm but soft. I pressed my hand into the fabric, testing its softness.
“Ok honey…meet with you’re approval”
It was soft but firm, the leather was warm from the day’s sun that had been shining upon it, directly above the ceiling had glass skylights, allowing the suns and rays to fall upon it, kinda accentuating the whole block, making it the centre of attraction, which no doubt it was…well tonight it would be.
“Yes…yes, I guess so” I said, rather nervously. I looked at the now gathering group of guys as the news spread that a woman had volunteered to go on the block tonight. They were all keen to see who this woman was…the one they were going to be fucking at some stage.
I now know what stage fright must be like, at some stage I was going to be asked to perform…perform for all these guys…there was no lines to learn…no rehearsals required…all I had to do was strip naked in front of them all and the rest…well the rest would be taken care of.
“Would you like a drink…or something to eat before the action Lisa?” Gus asked
I’d lost my appetite for food…but a good strong drink would go down well right now.
I declined the food, but accepted the invitation to a drink.
The first two double Bourbons went down real fast, followed by a cold lager. As I drank Gus wrote names on a clipboard, they were the names of the members in order of seniority…those who would have me first, second, third and so on. Then when all the seniors had been selected they brought forth a bucket containing plastic disks, each disk having a number upon it. The none senior members trooped passed, took out a disk and handed it to Gus, name and number placed on the sheet. Gus just looked at me and smiled…there was no need for explanations. By the time the sheet was filled with names, I’d had quite a few drinks, when Gus said
“Well come on Lisa…I think you’ve had sufficient to drink…it’s time to perform”
The drink had helped numb my senses and I stumbled a little as he led me to the centre of the room and the “Block”
“Would you like me to help you undress…or can you manage by yourself”
“No…no…I can manage just fine” I said, words a little slurred. Looking at the gathering crowd of leering grinning faces
There wasn’t much to remove, a light coloured top, a pair of denim shorts, bra and god forbid a pair of skimpy knickers, I peeled off top and shorts, letting them drop to the floor. Standing half naked in front of thirty lust-ridden guys, I felt very, very vulnerable, I scanned the leering faces around the room. Either the alcohol was playing tricks with my vision or…. god there seemed more than thirty guys packed in to see me. There were murmurs of approval as I removed my bra, revealing firm rounded breasts, but even more raucous talk, shouting and clapping when I removed my pants and revealed my freshly shaven pussy…the fact was I’d just shaved it that morning. I really didn’t know where to put myself. I felt awkward…. embarrassed and wanted to run, hide, flee from the scene, but knew that was impossible. I had nowhere to go or hide…this part I had not entered into the equation, into my fantasy. In my fantasy it was all so very straightforward, I would just lay back and take them one at a time and in the end just calmly walk away…somehow I had the feeling it wasn’t going to be quite like that.
“On the block honey…as chapter president I get you first…then it’s order of seniority” said Gus
I planted my bum on the black leather block swung my legs around and lay on my back. It felt warm against my skin from the hot sun…somehow very comforting and indeed comfortable
“Come on honey…you’ve been fucked before, get those lovely legs of yours open…spread them wide apart, assume the position as they say….I want to see that lovely cunt of yours”
I drew up my knees and spread my legs apart….I took a deep breath and quietly said “Oh my god”.
“One more thing before we start sweetheart…I’m gona have Jeff video tape the first part…I want you to tell the camera that you’re doing this of your own free will…don’t want you shouting rape later on….ok?” he said
I nodded that I understood.
Jeff stood up to the block and pointed the camera at me. Now anyone who has had a mike stuck in front of them and asked to speak into it knows what it’s like. I just looked at the camera and froze…lost for words. I mean here I was…naked, lying on a black leather bed/mattress in front of thirty pent up horny guys, about to be fucked and I was lost for words.
“When you’re ready honey…we want to get started….” Gus prompted me.
“Oh er yes” I smiled at the camera, trying to make myself look more confident than I felt “”I’m er Lisa, I’m here, er at the headquarters of the Gateway motor cycle gang…I’m er…I’m…well what I want to say is, what I’m about to do with them…. I’m er doing of my own free will…. I’m…. I’m not being raped…that’s what I want to say” I gave one final smile at the camera and turned my attention back to Gus.
Whilst I’d been giving my little confession for the benefit of the camera, Gus had stripped off his leather pants and his jocks. He stood at the foot of the block and all he had on was a T-shirt advertising Led Zeppelin. His arms and legs were a mass of tattoos and he was holding and stroking what I could only describe as one very fine piece of manhood…hard erect manhood… there was not going to be any need to coax him into an erection…he was ready. I could see he was proud of it and had every right to be…It stood upright like some giant of the forest, rising from a thick mat of black pubic hair…at its base hung two massive balls…balls that would contain his sperm…and that sperm would be delivered to me in due course.
What I was looking at was not an apparition, not part of my fantasies or thoughts…this was real…what I saw before me was the real thing…I was about to be fucked with it for real…not a fantasy and there was a further twenty nine to go. I heard the leather creak and crinkle as he mounted the block and placed himself between my wide-open legs. I felt the warmth of his body as he pressed against my thighs. I gasped and jerked as he plunged his finger into my warm wet pussy, thrusting back and forth, rubbing against my clit…getting me excited.
I let out a soft moan “Oh god yes…yes” eyes closed, soaking up the euphoric feeling
“Oh baby…baby you sure are ready for it, aren’t you…that’s one wet pussy just asking for it”
I couldn’t argue with him…he was right of course…I was ready for him…I wanted him and the others as well…so bring them on.
I’d thought that his next move would be to insert his penis inside me…but no. To my surprise it was his warm mouth gorging on my slit, tongue delving into my inner regions. I let out a yell “Oh my god Gus” lifting my hips upward and off the mattress, I pushed myself as hard as I could onto his mouth and tongue, my hands on his shaved head pulling him inward. I had no control over my feelings as my head thrashed from side to side, reviling in euphoria
Having had his fill of wet pussy he resumed to what I’d been brought here for.
He pushed my legs apart and pointed his erect penis in my direction. I could see every detail of it, every vein and blood vessel, the rounded head, the slit and eye at the top, the eye from which his sperm would shoot forth and fill my pussy.
For the next moment or so it was like slow motion…I remember being in a car accident and seeing the other car in front of me, I knew it was going to happen, it was all over in a trice, but some how time and action seemed to slow for those few seconds, it was the same now. I saw him place the tip of his penis against the lips of my eager pussy, the lips parting as the thick shaft was inserted then slowly swallowed up and vanishing inside, until there was no more, his body was pressed hard against mine. I couldn’t hear myself but I knew I’d gasped and cried out.
“Ahhhhh…..ohhhhhh. Oh my god…. oh my god” when time caught up with me, his hips were already swaying back and forth and he was ferociously thrusting into me…fast and deep.
“Oh my god…I’m being fucked” I sighed, not intending for him to hear.
“Yes honey you are…and before this night is out you’ll be well and truly fucked”
I gazed straight up at the skylight; I remember how blue the sky seemed. I felt each and every thrust he was making, the chatter and lured comments from the other members. The air was filled with cigarette smoke and smells and all the time Gus thrust and thrust and thrust. His hands were grabbing and squeezing at my breasts, kneading them like bakers dough…mouth and tongue licking and suckling my hardened nipples and all the time his arse rose and fell, rose and fell, remorsefully pile driving his manhood, deep inside me. My hands gripping his arms tightly, my legs now wrapped around his torso…I just hung on to him as our bodies moved in unison with the thrusting of his cock.
This encounter like all the following were not going to be long, lingering and loving. This was just straightforward sex…. raw sex, fast, deep and furious. The object was to fuck…fuck hard…cum, pull out and move on…. but right now it felt good, this is what I’d come for, to enjoy, to feel the fury of it.
I shut the sound of the other guys out, the chatter, the shouting and goading. I stared up into the eyes of Gus…felt the swaying of his hips and ass between my legs, the urgent thrusts…then I drifted back into my world of euphoria.
So engrossed was I in this euphoria, it took me a moment or two to realize that Gus had already cum, pulled out and was walking away from the block, holding his arms high, like some world boxing champion, to the clapping and approval of his mates. Already another member was kneeling between my legs, unzipping his fly, pulling his trousers down and feeding me his hard manhood. This was how it was going to be. I wouldn’t have to wait long between each guy, they were all up erect and ready to go, as each climaxed and cum, there was no time wasted, each would withdraw give a victory salute to their mates and move on. It all happened so fast I was hardly aware that there had been a change over.
I gave no gasp when the second guy entered me; Gus had opened me up. It was but a small glitch and already the new guy was humping me hard, fast and deep. “Oh god…. oh my god…number two” I murmured.
Had I kept my eyes closed…it would almost seem like one long fuck, with one guy and minor stoppages. But I didn’t keep my eyes closed. I watched as each one finished, withdrew and the next one take his place, took in the vision of each and every erection, sometimes taking hold of it and guiding it in.
Three became four, then five, then six. The pointers on the clock moved on.
The faces hovering above constantly changing, one with shaved head and bushy beard, one with unruly mop of hair and bushy beard…all different. Tattooed arms or foreheads, different designs, but all fucked and fucked hard and fast. My breasts were grabbed squeezed and kneaded, nipples suckled and neck chewed at. Bare arses continued to hump up and down between my legs.
I’d now lost count…was it eight or ten…no it was eight…then again it might be ten.
I felt a trickle of warm fluid run between my buttocks and drip onto the black leather upholstery and I realized my pussy could hold no more cum and it was starting to ooze out.
I turned my head toward the bar, there was a chalk board with the number ten in large print upon it…ten…ten, yes that’s it, this was guy number ten, this was how they kept the tally, how the next guy knew when it was soon to be his turn. By the time number fourteen was inside me I was feeling…well the only word that comes to mind was …FUCKED. Fifteen was the half way mark and I started to wonder if I would ever make it to thirty. I mean if it had been twenty, there would only be another five or six…but god another fifteen seemed a huge mountain to climb. When the fifteenth guy had finished I was so relived when Gus brought it to a halt.
“We’ll give you a brake now honey…take a shower…freshen up a little eh?” He didn’t know how relieved I was right then…it had taken fifteen guys almost three hours…three hours of none stop fucking.
The water was hot and I delighted in the feel of it against my tired, bruised body. The stench of male cum seemed to have entered every pour of my body. The leather mattress had been smeared with cum and I’d dragged my ass through it as I’d slid from the block…now the soap felt and smelt good as I gently, tenderly washed between my legs and breasts.
I was reluctant to leave the warmth of the shower, but knew I had no option; as I dried myself I looked at the shattered mess in the mirror…god what had I let myself in for. Bruises and marks were already showing, my breasts and thighs showing the most and god my neck looked a mess…it was a mass of love bights…all these marks and bruises were going to take days to go away. During those days they would be a constant reminder of what I’d done tonight. I looked at the image in the mirror and said
“God Lisa…you’re nothing but a slut…just one big slut” and to be honest right then I looked like one.
“Time Lisa…let’s go…don’t want to keep the guys waiting” It was Gus, telling me it was time to go.
When I entered the room again, it was like entering an arena. The smells that had pervaded before were still present and seemed even stronger to my senses. Cigarette smoke, a bit of pot, stale beer and yes a subtle hint of male semen. The leather mattress had been cleaned and wiped and everything was now set for part two.
I lay on my back and spread my legs. I now knew the routine. The light was starting to go, the skylights weren’t as bright as they had been…soon it would be dark outside.
I looked at the chalkboard and saw the number sixteen written upon it. I also took a glance around the bar and hall. There now seemed an indifference in their attitude as they slouched in chairs or against the bar, cans or bottles of beer in hand, chatting and laughing. I mean hey…the guys were having fun…a relaxing beer or two with your mates and if some silly bitch wanted some guys to fuck her…well that was good…they were all willing to oblige her there…but mates and beer came first.
The next fifteen were definitely the hardest to contend with, the relief I’d felt from the shower was only brief as once again they came at me, got inside me…this time I was placed in a variety of positions. Strong hands holding me by the ankles, legs held high or legs slung over shoulders as they pounded and humped away. Face down butt up as they took me from behind…they just seemed to keep cuming…if you’ll pardon the pun. I kept looking at the blackboard trying to will the numbers upward, twenty two…twenty three. The darkness was now upon us as the lights came on. Twenty eight…twenty nine and finally oh thank god thirty. I’d been feeling like the marathon runners as the approached the finish line…only a few yards to go. However thirty was not the final count. The thirtieth guy had finished with me and I awaited to be told to go take another shower. I really needed one this time, some had, instead of cuming inside me, had masturbated the final and cum all over my body…the sticky stuff was all over me and I could smell it.
There was clapping from the guys and I looked to see a young guy make toward the “Block” He looked out of place here and I didn’t want to know just how old he was.
“Spread your legs again bitch…you’re not finished yet”
The look in his eyes made me somewhat fearful. I had the feeling to disobey him was not a wise choice.
I did as he asked and once again spread the wide. As he viewed my well and truly fucked pussy a wide wicked grin spread over his face.
“Nice cunt ya got there woman” he drawled. He was the only one apart from Gus who stripped out of his trousers and jocks, leaving his leather vest with patch on the back.
He seemed so young; his skin was smooth and tight and only had a couple of tattoos upon it. His face was also smooth and clear of all hair, but the erection he held was all male.
“God…just how old are you?” I asked
“Old enough to fuck you, you slack bitch” came his reply, climbing and shuffling between my open legs. His hands seemed cold as he pressed them against my thighs, pushing my legs even further apart.
“I said open your legs bitch…do you know what open your legs means?” he said coldly.
“Sorry…I’m sorry” I said apologizing to him. For some reason the apology just came out automatically…god why should I apologize to a young arrogant little prick like this?
I’m no sooner apologized than he was inside me, his tight smooth little ass going like crazy…it was obvious I wasn’t his first and I sure as hell was not going to be his last.
I tried once more to be nice toward him “Oh god…you’ve done this before haven’t you” I said and smiled at him.
His looked was unrelenting, cold as he replied, “Yeh, well I get to fuck plenty of fucking slut whores like you bitch”
I decided it was a hopeless task, he wasn’t going to be nice in return…but I guess he was right, I was a slut and probably a whore.
It seemed he was going to go forever and I was praying he would just cum and cum soon.
“Come on Denny…finish of lad…I think she’s had enough fucking for one night” It was the voice of Gus.
“Yeh dad…I’m almost ready to cum…. any moment now” he replied.
So this Denny was the son of Gus…following in father’s footsteps eh?
He was humping faster now. I knew he was ready to cum. I couldn’t avert his stare as he looked into my eyes. His look was cold, devoid of any emotion. Like the others before him, he’d squeezed and crushed my breasts…not tenderly but with a brutish ferocity that hurt…he bit hard into my nipples and left more love bites on my neck…. more than any of the others…it was as if he wanted to punish me…humiliate me, but for what reason.
A cruel lop sided smile spread over his face as he made one final thrust.
“There you slack bitch…that’s all for you” he said, as he unloaded his seed. Then he quickly withdrew, having no further use for me. Like his father and others before him he left the pad, arms held high in victory and accomplishment, a swagger in his stride.
I lay there hoping and praying this was indeed the last…I’d gone that extra mile and now I was exhausted in body and mind, male sperm continuing to ooze from me and onto the leather padding.
I slung my legs over the side and just sat there. I hardly had the energy to stand. Gus came and sat beside me, arm around my shoulder.
“You did well lass…I knew you would…you’re one of us now, and honorary member of the chapter. I didn’t know whether that was good or bad…. but an honorary member I was.
If the first shower felt good, this one felt even better. My body had been hammered and it knew it, the bruises were showing and my neck was a mess, a real mess, it would look even worse by morning. When bikies fucked you, you knew you’d been fucked.
Dressed and smelling good again, that cold beer felt real good as it slid down my dry parched throat. Flanked by Gus and a guy I had been introduced to as Red, apart from soreness and bruising I felt remarkably good again. I cast a gaze around the bar and room and couldn’t believe that all these guys had fucked me and of course Gus’s arrogant little shit of a son, who was at this moment with a couple of his older mates glaring at me…I wondered what it was that I had done to curry so much animosity toward me…or was he like this with all women. Well I wasn’t going to dwell upon it, it was his problem, let him deal with it.
“Big Red’s gona be ya man Lisa”
I looked at him, puzzled.
“Big Red…he’s you’re guy, whenever you’re here visiting…he’s you’re man…you bed with him”
I could see why he was called big Red…he towered well above me…I felt small and insignificant along side him…as would many of his mates. I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of him. His head was shaved and he had a full bushy beard. His arms well muscled and covered in tattoos, a swastika tattoo on his forehead…I just knew that undressed his body would be a tapestry of tattoos, there was nothing good looking or handsome about him…and this was my man…lucky me. Somehow I had the feeling the only interest he would have in me was for shagging purposes.
The clock on the wall said midnight and I was getting tired, my body was now reacting to the pummeling it had taken and I wanted to sleep.
“Er…where to from here Gus…is my car back…I’d like to get going…I’m tired and would like to grab some sleep” I said
“Tomorrow morning…leave tomorrow morning, you’re car’s back here and ready…big Red fixed it…now why don’t you show Red how appreciative you are…you two get to know each other a little better and leave in the morning”
“I….” Gus stopped me right there.
“Tomorrow morning sweetheart…for now take a hike down the corridor to Reds room…get that nice tight ass” he gave a chuckle at this point “Well I guess it’s not quite as tight as it used to be…but get it into bed and wait for your man to come to you…now scoot we have some serious drinking to do” he slapped my butt and indicated I leave them.
I followed the passage, looking for Red’s room. All the doors looked the same, I asked a passing member which was his room, he smiled and pointed to it.
The room looked like it needed some tidying up, a woman’s touch, obviously now my job. Right now though I couldn’t care less. I undressed, flung back the rather soiled bedclothes and flopped my naked aching body down.
I must have gone straight to sleep, next thing I knew were groping hands fondling my body and delving into my crevices…Red had come to bed. My bruised and battered body was not really up to this right now. He rolled me on my back and climbed on top. His mouth savagely seeking mine, forcing his warm wet tongue inside. I could taste and smell the alcohol on him as we kissed. The thing pressing against my thighs was warm and hard. I grimaced with pain as his hands squeezed my breasts, his tongue now licking my ear he said.
“Open your legs…let me fuck you woman”
I didn’t need to be told twice…not with this guy. As my legs opened up for him, he quickly pushed inside me, his ass just as quick to start humping.
“Oh my god Red…take it easy” I pleaded.
“Yeh…you like that honey…you like being fucked don’t you…but you like big Red best eh?”
“Yeh…yeh I like it but just take it easy Red…you are a little rough” I replied
“Yeh and rough is how you like it” he said, not easing up
He grunted and groaned, thrust and pushed. The only good thing was that it was not going to last long and I felt somewhat relieved when I heard him give one final thrust and a grunt and knew that he was cuming. I’ve never been so relieved to have a guy cum, having finished he rolled on his back and a moment later he was snoring. I turned on my side and likewise fell into a deep sleep.
When I awoke the bed was empty. The smell of freshly brewing coffee, bacon and eggs was wafting through the building…I realized I was hungry…very hungry.
I sat up and blinked at the strong morning sunlight streaming through the open window and stretched and yawned. My body ached more than ever, but then that’s the way it seemed to happen, the day after and my pussy felt soar and tender.
“How ya feeling lass…sleep well” it was Gus.
I nodded and said that I’d slept well but I was now feeling the effects of last nights activities.
He laughed and said it was to be expected. It wasn’t everyday I got to be fucked by thirty guys.
“Just as well” I replied “Besides it was thirty one not thirty…if I remember you’re son had a hand in it as well”
He smiled and said “Yeh…yeh that’s right…he did as well…was pretty good if I recall…bit like his old dad yeh?”
“Yeh…I guess he is” I was going to ask how old he was but decided I really didn’t want to know, I had the feeling I wasn’t going to get the truth anyway.
“Well what do I do now…do I get to go, or do you keep me locked up here with Red” I asked.
“Good heavens lass you can leave anytime you want…we’re not here to make trouble for anyone…or keep you against your will” He looked around the room. “Bit of a mess isn’t it…why don’t you give your man’s room a tidy up and come and have a bight to eat…you hungry yet?”
“I’m ravenous” I replied.
“Come on then…have a bight to eat first then the room”
By ten o clock I’d eaten all I could and drank enough coffee to look like a coffee bean. “My Mans” room as he called it was neat and tidy, probably by tomorrow it would be as bad as it was when I first went to it.
My car was standing all ready for me, washed and cleaned and tanked up. On the passengers seat was my certificate.
“Yes that’s your certificate…proof that you were gang banged…even gives the number of members…thirty…yes I know should be thirty one…but thirty is pretty impressive also…your member number 410, you can ride with us anytime you want…you will of course have to ride with Red”
It was an impressive looking document, fancy writing and all, and signed by Gus as chapter President and Red vice president. I’ve since framed it and it stands on the dresser in the lounge. I like to watch guests as they read it and look at it in disbelief.
“Is this for real Lisa…or are you having us on?”
“Oh it’s for real” I’ll reply.
“God…thirty of them…unbelievable” is often their reply.
Also there was a manila envelope, containing full size coloured photo’s of myself and various club members in…well, very compromising positions shall we say. The other item was a DVD and you get no prizes for guessing what was on the DVD…I’m sure you’d know.
When I left the club premises I turned north, away from the city and headed back home toward Buxton. Visiting my best friend just didn’t seem such a good idea right now….I mean the mass of love bights alone were bad enough…far too many to have been planted there by one person and I didn’t want to explain to her how I’d come by them. I picked up my cell phone and rang her. Said the car had broken down and I was having it repaired, would catch up with her in a week or two. I was sure my “Injuries” would have healed by then.
I had plenty of time to think and relive those arduous hours I’d spent with all those guys. There were my fantasies, which made every thing seem quite easy and exciting. I mean having a multitude of men fuck you…. ohhhhhh…. yes. I could always shut off the illusion when I needed. Then there was the real thing, well I can tell you that is completely different, spending almost six hours on a black leather mattress, being continually screwed from every position…by thirty…sorry…thirty-one guys…well it’s hard and soar work. I’d just keep to my fantasies in future I told myself and I sang along to the melody playing on my CD.
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Epilog
We humans are strange creatures are we not? Nine months later here I was driving south toward hot sun and sand. My “Injuries” had long healed and my fantasies were just those, fantasies. I kept playing the DVD in the player and in my head…the bad part about that evening diminishing with time, until I was telling myself what a great night I’d had with them…my pants were getting a little wet at the thought.
Angels Bay looked beautiful this time of year. Blue clear skies and hot sun. The row of Harley’s were all parked up in a neat row. Their owners wearing their club patch “Southern Trash” lounged or lay on the grass, shading under the palm trees. The sight of a tall bronzed long legged blond with mini skirt and tight fitting top was too much to let pass by without some comments. I smiled at them and engaged a couple in conversation…. big mistake
Now here I am watching the heavily security doors close the world out. I see the heavy bolts slammed in place and Garcia make his way toward me…smiling.
“Ok…Lisa…come with me, let me show you around our humble abode first…we do boast a large membership by the way”
“Ohhhhh…. shiiiit”
I recently spent some time in Hawaii and enjoyed every moment. Hi and thanks to Steve, Terry, Brad and Tony…if you are reading this you’ll know who you are. Thanks guys I had a great time
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Fantasies and notions of group sex have ran through most our minds from time to time I imagine. After reading Martha Spacey’s article about her experience on a gang bang or being put on the block by a Motor Cycle Gang had me going, in fact I read the article a couple of times more and had to admit it stirred certain carnal feelings in me and leaving a wetness in my pants.
God…how could she have taken all those guys…how many had there been there that night, twenty she said? My mind going into overdrive as I visualized it all happening…one…by one. I’d had group sex myself before, but not on the scale Martha had described. There had been six guys and myself,. I was so naïve to think I could go to a quiet beach with six horny guys and not get pounced on. I mean here I was with only a bikini, a fully developed female, drinking beer and wine, the guys getting hornier and hornier staring at my body, flirting with them, then I get tackled to the ground and next thing is, my bikini bottom is being torn from me…oh I kicked and struggled to start with, but once Mike was inside me, I was a different person. I couldn’t just stop for one, I had to do it for all of them…but six was a lot different to twenty. Oh god I had to stop thinking about it, it was just too much, my heart and pulse were racing and my body was all a tremble.
Well its one thing to have a fantasy…real life is another thing and I wondered if given the opportunity I would and could handle them all. I mean twenty guys fucking you one after another…over a week maybe…but all in one night.
The thought of it all just wouldn’t go away, it continued to harass my mind and thinking, whether I was at home at work or out with the girls for a drink I found myself daydreaming and fantasying about it. The thing is the more I thought about it the more I wanted it to happen, but if given the opportunity would I actually stand up and carry it through…or would I renege at the final moment and remain safe, happy and contented within my fantasy.
Well there’s an old and true saying. “Be careful what you wish for…it may just come true”
That beautiful Wednesday morning as I drove between Buxton and Grassmeads little did I know I was about to be keeping a date with destiny. It was a beautiful day, hot and not a cloud in the sky, the type of day you’re glad to be alive and just wanted to keep driving…go somewhere…anywhere, who cares? I was going to dress in jeans and light top, but I then decided it would be shorts and top. I always liked my denim shorts on these occasions and they did show off my long shapely legs…not that I’d anticipated showing them to any guy before I arrived at Grassmeads. The route I’d chosen was the scenic one, it ambled through some of the best countryside in the county, alongside the river, through bush and forest, sometimes the trees forming a canopy of shade from the hot overhead sun…it was just so beautiful and breathtaking. My fingers tapped the steering wheel in time with the music coming from my CD…life just didn’t get any better than this. Then at approximately the half waypoint, it happened.
You ever had that sinking and sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach when something goes wrong with your car…well that day I got it, trusty old Tommy Toyota started to overheat. I have no idea how long it had been happening. I just looked at the gauges and saw the temperature one was well above where it should have been and rising.
Oh shit…shit…shit. Then mercifully I saw the sign, telling me there was a picnic area ahead, only a few more yards. Just around the next bend I saw it and slid in and parked. It was the usual well-kept rest area, wooden tables and benches, shady trees and tidy rubbish bins…nothing else of course, it was just a picnic/rest stop, but at least it told me that at sometime some would come by.
I lifted the hood to a mass of smoke, steam or something and hissing. I just stared at it; I hadn’t the faintest idea what I was looking at or for. I felt lost and abandoned, what had been such a great day not moments ago…well I must say I felt lost. I tried my cell phone, but this area was outside the coverage area…now I felt even worse, but ho…wait. I’d heard a car approach and my spirits lifted, only to be dashed again when the car kept going. Two cars and a truck passed and I was starting to panic a little, then I heard what I thought was a helicopter…no…no not a helicopter, but what. Then I saw them as they came around the bend. My whole being was filled with fear…my blood turning to ice; it was a motorcycle gang. Black leather clad individuals sitting upright, holding on to sit up and beg handlebars.
Oh god no…please no. Visions of being raped and left there were my immediate thoughts…gone were my fantasies of being put on the block.
They saw me and peeled off the highway, the deafening sound of their Harley’s as they circled around me…then silence as they stopped their machines.
The big bearded tattooed brute, who was their leader, came toward me.
“Well now little lady…you seem to be in some kind of trouble?” he asked.
I could hardly reply, hot as it was I was cold with fear right then.
Oh god no. Please don’t rape me…please…was the only thought going through my mind.
He leaned over the car and took a look at the engine.
“I have no idea what’s wrong with it…I…I just opened the hood and out came all this smoke” I said
“Steam…little lady…it’s steam…not smoke…. looks like you have a busted water hose and the engine has overheated…let’s hope you stopped in time eh?”
“Well…I think I did” I replied.
I took a look around as the others alighted from their cycles, some lying on the grass, others making toward us.
As if reading my mind the boss guy said. “Relax little lady…no one is going to harm you…contrary to what they tell you we don’t go around molesting women” then gave me a reassuring smile. Somehow I believed him and felt the tension drain a little.
“I’m glad to hear it…I mean you hear so many stories about bikie gangs and what they do to women” I replied.
“No…not true…only those who consent to it” he replied.
“Oh I see” I replied and blushed bright red at the thoughts that had just returned to my thinking and at the same time surveying all the riders in the area.
“There’s twenty of us little lady…if that’s what your thinking”
God could this guy read my mind. “No…no I was…I was just….” I broke off… trying hard to think of something to say
“Well I mean I’ve heard so many stories, I mean about being put on the block and the like…does that really happen with you guys?” God I couldn’t believe I’d just asked that…who was this guy, my father confessor…I should just keep quiet before I dug too deep a hole.
“Yes well it’s mostly true, yes we do have a block and yes we do put women on it”
“Oh I see”
“But as I said…only those who consent to it…those that do become honorary members of the chapter”
“Oh right”
“You wouldn’t consider becoming a member would you?” he asked with a cheeky smile.
“Oh no…no…hey…I mean twenty guys that’s an awful lot of” I was going to say cock but stopped just short. “It’s an awful lot of guys” Then turning to peruse the twenty riders. My thoughts and fantasies returning at warp speed and a stirring in my loins.
His eyes had been raking my body, his own fantasies in mind and what he’d like to do to me.
“Oh I’m sure you could handle us all…we’d loved to make you an honorary chapter member little lady…what’s your name…I’m Gus by the way”
“Oh…Lisa” I proffered
“Well Lisa we’d better see what we can do about this car of yours eh?”
“Well if you could I’d be real grateful, you’re the only ones who have stopped” I said
He asked a couple of the guys to take a look and see if they could do anything with the car. Whilst they did so I grabbed my water pack and sat with Gus and friends, talking and chatting. I was surprised at myself asking so many questions about bike life and how they lived. At the same time my thoughts wondered to my fantasies and right here and now I was at the door of opportunity to my fantasies…fantasies that could become reality, all I had to do was acquiesce to their invitation. I looked from one guy to another, trying to imagine if I could take them all on. There’d be little or no time or intervals between one guy and the next, as one finished the next would be ready for me.
My thoughts were suddenly broken into.
“Sorry what was that?” I asked
Gus had asked a question.
“I asked if you thought you could take us all on…it is what you were thinking, isn’t it”
Again I blushed bright red, how could this guy read my most inner and intimate thoughts.
“Oh gosh…no…no…” I started to protest.
He held up his hand stopping me further.
“Just be honest with yourself…admit it you were…I’ve seen that look on many other faces…it tells me a great deal…you were thinking about it weren’t you…just a little bit?”
“Well, yes…yes I was…but I mean, twenty guys, I really don’t think I could cope with that many?”
“Don’t under estimate yourself…others before you have…and no doubt others after you will…just think of it as giving yourself a night of shear fun and pleasure”
“Oh shit…I don’t know…I really don’t know” my heart now racing with excitement.
Just then Red came over to tell us he couldn’t really do much to fix the problem a couple of new parts were required, which they did not have…a quick patch job was the best, but it may not last and a few more miles down the track and I’d have the same problem.
“Well Lisa, why not hitch a ride on the back of my bike into Grassmeads. I’ll leave Red here with your car to guard it; Jess finds the parts, returns with one of the other members and brings your car back to wherever you’re staying for the night.
I thought about it and agreed to the invitation for a lift.
I was given a crash helmet and cocked my leg over the seat behind Gus. The roar of the Harley’s was deafening as we left the picnic area on mass.
There’s something about being on a bike a kind of freedom that you don’t get from behind the steering wheel of a car. Riding the second half of the journey to Grassmeads was an enjoyable experience and I couldn’t get the invitation to join these guys for some fun and recreation out of my mind. I’d been holding all these thoughts…all these fantasies about them and low and behold here was the opportunity…I could turn fantasy into reality…but now that I had this opportunity did I really have the will and the courage to carry it out. Soon the outskirts of Grassmeads was upon us and Gus signaled his followers to pull over.
“Where do you want us to drop you off Lisa…or do you want to join us for the night?” he asked grinning.
“Oh god I don’t know Gus…I’ve been thinking about it but I keep coming back to twenty guys…it’s a lot of guys”
“Well it’s up to you…it’s easy for me to say jump in and do it, you only live once and all those other cliché’s…in the end it’s up to you”
I bit my bottom lip…. trying to make my mind up. If I said no I might regret doing so later…equally if I said yes I might still regret doing so…decisions…. decisions.
“Yes…yes….let’s do it” I said, my heart now pounding, now having made the decision and agreeing to it.
I hung on tight as the bikes twisted and turned, making there noisy way toward their headquarters. I was quite surprised at the size of the property. It was on the outskirts of the city and on a large section…more that just a house…a large house, sheds, work sheds and a high fortified fence surrounding it. They obviously wanted no intruders…had I made the right decision? .
They drew to a halt just outside, the two fortifies gates opened.
“Well Lisa…one last chance to say no…once your inside….” He let the implications ride.
I swallowed and nodded. “Ok…let’s go…let’s do it”
I was quickly driven in through the gates…through into the lion’s den…followed by the rest of the pack. As the riders cut each of the bikes…there was a stillness and I watched as the two large gates clanked shut and the heavy bolts thrust in place…this was it…I couldn’t turn back…tonight’s menu was Lisa
I took off the helmet Gus had loaned me.
“Ok…let me show you around the place…our humble home”
My legs felt like rubber, my heart was pounding, was I scarred or excited…a little of both I guess. I knew what lay ahead…what was expected of me, but how would I handle it. Entering through the main door I was escorted by other riders, other members, each room he showed me, there was other members lounging about, smoking pot, drinking beer, their gazes following my movement.
“Er I thought there was only twenty of you Gus….who are all these other guys?” I asked
“Oh I forgot to tell you…there are thirty of us in all…some didn’t ride today”
“Oh god…no Gus…not thirty…please tell me it’s not thirty I’m expected to….?”
“To fuck you…is that what you were going to say…oh don’t worry so…you’ll handle us all…you’ll see”
But I was worried…twenty, well I’d calculated and come to terms with…but suddenly I now had another ten guys to contend with…thirty, the number kept running through my head…thirty guys…thirty guys, how long would it take thirty guys to fuck me, oh god what had I done…what had I let myself in for?
Gus took me from one room to another, one area to another, the complex was huge…then we came to it. “The Room” the meeting house, the entertainment room, whatever you cared to call it. Above the door was a sign. “The Rats Nest” and another sign declaring a code of tidy dress…or undress whatever the occasion may demand. There was a bar down one side, a most impressive bar, a bar that would not look out of place in any pub. The walls were adorned with other memorabilia, photos of bikers and bikes, flags, and gang patches, bull horns, cow horns and any other type of material they deemed fit for display.
“We have guests from time to time…so we need to make them welcome and feel welcome” said Gus indicating to the bar, but it wasn’t the bar that had my attention. In the middle of the room was “The Block” the place where I was to be sacrificed. It was about the size or perhaps bigger than a king sized bed and padded all over in black leather. Gus saw me gazing at it.
“Yes honey…that’s it…that’s where it will all take place…come on let’s take a closer look”
I followed him to the centre. The black leather padding was firm but soft. I pressed my hand into the fabric, testing its softness.
“Ok honey…meet with you’re approval”
It was soft but firm, the leather was warm from the day’s sun that had been shining upon it, directly above the ceiling had glass skylights, allowing the suns and rays to fall upon it, kinda accentuating the whole block, making it the centre of attraction, which no doubt it was…well tonight it would be.
“Yes…yes, I guess so” I said, rather nervously. I looked at the now gathering group of guys as the news spread that a woman had volunteered to go on the block tonight. They were all keen to see who this woman was…the one they were going to be fucking at some stage.
I now know what stage fright must be like, at some stage I was going to be asked to perform…perform for all these guys…there was no lines to learn…no rehearsals required…all I had to do was strip naked in front of them all and the rest…well the rest would be taken care of.
“Would you like a drink…or something to eat before the action Lisa?” Gus asked
I’d lost my appetite for food…but a good strong drink would go down well right now.
I declined the food, but accepted the invitation to a drink.
The first two double Bourbons went down real fast, followed by a cold lager. As I drank Gus wrote names on a clipboard, they were the names of the members in order of seniority…those who would have me first, second, third and so on. Then when all the seniors had been selected they brought forth a bucket containing plastic disks, each disk having a number upon it. The none senior members trooped passed, took out a disk and handed it to Gus, name and number placed on the sheet. Gus just looked at me and smiled…there was no need for explanations. By the time the sheet was filled with names, I’d had quite a few drinks, when Gus said
“Well come on Lisa…I think you’ve had sufficient to drink…it’s time to perform”
The drink had helped numb my senses and I stumbled a little as he led me to the centre of the room and the “Block”
“Would you like me to help you undress…or can you manage by yourself”
“No…no…I can manage just fine” I said, words a little slurred. Looking at the gathering crowd of leering grinning faces
There wasn’t much to remove, a light coloured top, a pair of denim shorts, bra and god forbid a pair of skimpy knickers, I peeled off top and shorts, letting them drop to the floor. Standing half naked in front of thirty lust-ridden guys, I felt very, very vulnerable, I scanned the leering faces around the room. Either the alcohol was playing tricks with my vision or…. god there seemed more than thirty guys packed in to see me. There were murmurs of approval as I removed my bra, revealing firm rounded breasts, but even more raucous talk, shouting and clapping when I removed my pants and revealed my freshly shaven pussy…the fact was I’d just shaved it that morning. I really didn’t know where to put myself. I felt awkward…. embarrassed and wanted to run, hide, flee from the scene, but knew that was impossible. I had nowhere to go or hide…this part I had not entered into the equation, into my fantasy. In my fantasy it was all so very straightforward, I would just lay back and take them one at a time and in the end just calmly walk away…somehow I had the feeling it wasn’t going to be quite like that.
“On the block honey…as chapter president I get you first…then it’s order of seniority” said Gus
I planted my bum on the black leather block swung my legs around and lay on my back. It felt warm against my skin from the hot sun…somehow very comforting and indeed comfortable
“Come on honey…you’ve been fucked before, get those lovely legs of yours open…spread them wide apart, assume the position as they say….I want to see that lovely cunt of yours”
I drew up my knees and spread my legs apart….I took a deep breath and quietly said “Oh my god”.
“One more thing before we start sweetheart…I’m gona have Jeff video tape the first part…I want you to tell the camera that you’re doing this of your own free will…don’t want you shouting rape later on….ok?” he said
I nodded that I understood.
Jeff stood up to the block and pointed the camera at me. Now anyone who has had a mike stuck in front of them and asked to speak into it knows what it’s like. I just looked at the camera and froze…lost for words. I mean here I was…naked, lying on a black leather bed/mattress in front of thirty pent up horny guys, about to be fucked and I was lost for words.
“When you’re ready honey…we want to get started….” Gus prompted me.
“Oh er yes” I smiled at the camera, trying to make myself look more confident than I felt “”I’m er Lisa, I’m here, er at the headquarters of the Gateway motor cycle gang…I’m er…I’m…well what I want to say is, what I’m about to do with them…. I’m er doing of my own free will…. I’m…. I’m not being raped…that’s what I want to say” I gave one final smile at the camera and turned my attention back to Gus.
Whilst I’d been giving my little confession for the benefit of the camera, Gus had stripped off his leather pants and his jocks. He stood at the foot of the block and all he had on was a T-shirt advertising Led Zeppelin. His arms and legs were a mass of tattoos and he was holding and stroking what I could only describe as one very fine piece of manhood…hard erect manhood… there was not going to be any need to coax him into an erection…he was ready. I could see he was proud of it and had every right to be…It stood upright like some giant of the forest, rising from a thick mat of black pubic hair…at its base hung two massive balls…balls that would contain his sperm…and that sperm would be delivered to me in due course.
What I was looking at was not an apparition, not part of my fantasies or thoughts…this was real…what I saw before me was the real thing…I was about to be fucked with it for real…not a fantasy and there was a further twenty nine to go. I heard the leather creak and crinkle as he mounted the block and placed himself between my wide-open legs. I felt the warmth of his body as he pressed against my thighs. I gasped and jerked as he plunged his finger into my warm wet pussy, thrusting back and forth, rubbing against my clit…getting me excited.
I let out a soft moan “Oh god yes…yes” eyes closed, soaking up the euphoric feeling
“Oh baby…baby you sure are ready for it, aren’t you…that’s one wet pussy just asking for it”
I couldn’t argue with him…he was right of course…I was ready for him…I wanted him and the others as well…so bring them on.
I’d thought that his next move would be to insert his penis inside me…but no. To my surprise it was his warm mouth gorging on my slit, tongue delving into my inner regions. I let out a yell “Oh my god Gus” lifting my hips upward and off the mattress, I pushed myself as hard as I could onto his mouth and tongue, my hands on his shaved head pulling him inward. I had no control over my feelings as my head thrashed from side to side, reviling in euphoria
Having had his fill of wet pussy he resumed to what I’d been brought here for.
He pushed my legs apart and pointed his erect penis in my direction. I could see every detail of it, every vein and blood vessel, the rounded head, the slit and eye at the top, the eye from which his sperm would shoot forth and fill my pussy.
For the next moment or so it was like slow motion…I remember being in a car accident and seeing the other car in front of me, I knew it was going to happen, it was all over in a trice, but some how time and action seemed to slow for those few seconds, it was the same now. I saw him place the tip of his penis against the lips of my eager pussy, the lips parting as the thick shaft was inserted then slowly swallowed up and vanishing inside, until there was no more, his body was pressed hard against mine. I couldn’t hear myself but I knew I’d gasped and cried out.
“Ahhhhh…..ohhhhhh. Oh my god…. oh my god” when time caught up with me, his hips were already swaying back and forth and he was ferociously thrusting into me…fast and deep.
“Oh my god…I’m being fucked” I sighed, not intending for him to hear.
“Yes honey you are…and before this night is out you’ll be well and truly fucked”
I gazed straight up at the skylight; I remember how blue the sky seemed. I felt each and every thrust he was making, the chatter and lured comments from the other members. The air was filled with cigarette smoke and smells and all the time Gus thrust and thrust and thrust. His hands were grabbing and squeezing at my breasts, kneading them like bakers dough…mouth and tongue licking and suckling my hardened nipples and all the time his arse rose and fell, rose and fell, remorsefully pile driving his manhood, deep inside me. My hands gripping his arms tightly, my legs now wrapped around his torso…I just hung on to him as our bodies moved in unison with the thrusting of his cock.
This encounter like all the following were not going to be long, lingering and loving. This was just straightforward sex…. raw sex, fast, deep and furious. The object was to fuck…fuck hard…cum, pull out and move on…. but right now it felt good, this is what I’d come for, to enjoy, to feel the fury of it.
I shut the sound of the other guys out, the chatter, the shouting and goading. I stared up into the eyes of Gus…felt the swaying of his hips and ass between my legs, the urgent thrusts…then I drifted back into my world of euphoria.
So engrossed was I in this euphoria, it took me a moment or two to realize that Gus had already cum, pulled out and was walking away from the block, holding his arms high, like some world boxing champion, to the clapping and approval of his mates. Already another member was kneeling between my legs, unzipping his fly, pulling his trousers down and feeding me his hard manhood. This was how it was going to be. I wouldn’t have to wait long between each guy, they were all up erect and ready to go, as each climaxed and cum, there was no time wasted, each would withdraw give a victory salute to their mates and move on. It all happened so fast I was hardly aware that there had been a change over.
I gave no gasp when the second guy entered me; Gus had opened me up. It was but a small glitch and already the new guy was humping me hard, fast and deep. “Oh god…. oh my god…number two” I murmured.
Had I kept my eyes closed…it would almost seem like one long fuck, with one guy and minor stoppages. But I didn’t keep my eyes closed. I watched as each one finished, withdrew and the next one take his place, took in the vision of each and every erection, sometimes taking hold of it and guiding it in.
Three became four, then five, then six. The pointers on the clock moved on.
The faces hovering above constantly changing, one with shaved head and bushy beard, one with unruly mop of hair and bushy beard…all different. Tattooed arms or foreheads, different designs, but all fucked and fucked hard and fast. My breasts were grabbed squeezed and kneaded, nipples suckled and neck chewed at. Bare arses continued to hump up and down between my legs.
I’d now lost count…was it eight or ten…no it was eight…then again it might be ten.
I felt a trickle of warm fluid run between my buttocks and drip onto the black leather upholstery and I realized my pussy could hold no more cum and it was starting to ooze out.
I turned my head toward the bar, there was a chalk board with the number ten in large print upon it…ten…ten, yes that’s it, this was guy number ten, this was how they kept the tally, how the next guy knew when it was soon to be his turn. By the time number fourteen was inside me I was feeling…well the only word that comes to mind was …FUCKED. Fifteen was the half way mark and I started to wonder if I would ever make it to thirty. I mean if it had been twenty, there would only be another five or six…but god another fifteen seemed a huge mountain to climb. When the fifteenth guy had finished I was so relived when Gus brought it to a halt.
“We’ll give you a brake now honey…take a shower…freshen up a little eh?” He didn’t know how relieved I was right then…it had taken fifteen guys almost three hours…three hours of none stop fucking.
The water was hot and I delighted in the feel of it against my tired, bruised body. The stench of male cum seemed to have entered every pour of my body. The leather mattress had been smeared with cum and I’d dragged my ass through it as I’d slid from the block…now the soap felt and smelt good as I gently, tenderly washed between my legs and breasts.
I was reluctant to leave the warmth of the shower, but knew I had no option; as I dried myself I looked at the shattered mess in the mirror…god what had I let myself in for. Bruises and marks were already showing, my breasts and thighs showing the most and god my neck looked a mess…it was a mass of love bights…all these marks and bruises were going to take days to go away. During those days they would be a constant reminder of what I’d done tonight. I looked at the image in the mirror and said
“God Lisa…you’re nothing but a slut…just one big slut” and to be honest right then I looked like one.
“Time Lisa…let’s go…don’t want to keep the guys waiting” It was Gus, telling me it was time to go.
When I entered the room again, it was like entering an arena. The smells that had pervaded before were still present and seemed even stronger to my senses. Cigarette smoke, a bit of pot, stale beer and yes a subtle hint of male semen. The leather mattress had been cleaned and wiped and everything was now set for part two.
I lay on my back and spread my legs. I now knew the routine. The light was starting to go, the skylights weren’t as bright as they had been…soon it would be dark outside.
I looked at the chalkboard and saw the number sixteen written upon it. I also took a glance around the bar and hall. There now seemed an indifference in their attitude as they slouched in chairs or against the bar, cans or bottles of beer in hand, chatting and laughing. I mean hey…the guys were having fun…a relaxing beer or two with your mates and if some silly bitch wanted some guys to fuck her…well that was good…they were all willing to oblige her there…but mates and beer came first.
The next fifteen were definitely the hardest to contend with, the relief I’d felt from the shower was only brief as once again they came at me, got inside me…this time I was placed in a variety of positions. Strong hands holding me by the ankles, legs held high or legs slung over shoulders as they pounded and humped away. Face down butt up as they took me from behind…they just seemed to keep cuming…if you’ll pardon the pun. I kept looking at the blackboard trying to will the numbers upward, twenty two…twenty three. The darkness was now upon us as the lights came on. Twenty eight…twenty nine and finally oh thank god thirty. I’d been feeling like the marathon runners as the approached the finish line…only a few yards to go. However thirty was not the final count. The thirtieth guy had finished with me and I awaited to be told to go take another shower. I really needed one this time, some had, instead of cuming inside me, had masturbated the final and cum all over my body…the sticky stuff was all over me and I could smell it.
There was clapping from the guys and I looked to see a young guy make toward the “Block” He looked out of place here and I didn’t want to know just how old he was.
“Spread your legs again bitch…you’re not finished yet”
The look in his eyes made me somewhat fearful. I had the feeling to disobey him was not a wise choice.
I did as he asked and once again spread the wide. As he viewed my well and truly fucked pussy a wide wicked grin spread over his face.
“Nice cunt ya got there woman” he drawled. He was the only one apart from Gus who stripped out of his trousers and jocks, leaving his leather vest with patch on the back.
He seemed so young; his skin was smooth and tight and only had a couple of tattoos upon it. His face was also smooth and clear of all hair, but the erection he held was all male.
“God…just how old are you?” I asked
“Old enough to fuck you, you slack bitch” came his reply, climbing and shuffling between my open legs. His hands seemed cold as he pressed them against my thighs, pushing my legs even further apart.
“I said open your legs bitch…do you know what open your legs means?” he said coldly.
“Sorry…I’m sorry” I said apologizing to him. For some reason the apology just came out automatically…god why should I apologize to a young arrogant little prick like this?
I’m no sooner apologized than he was inside me, his tight smooth little ass going like crazy…it was obvious I wasn’t his first and I sure as hell was not going to be his last.
I tried once more to be nice toward him “Oh god…you’ve done this before haven’t you” I said and smiled at him.
His looked was unrelenting, cold as he replied, “Yeh, well I get to fuck plenty of fucking slut whores like you bitch”
I decided it was a hopeless task, he wasn’t going to be nice in return…but I guess he was right, I was a slut and probably a whore.
It seemed he was going to go forever and I was praying he would just cum and cum soon.
“Come on Denny…finish of lad…I think she’s had enough fucking for one night” It was the voice of Gus.
“Yeh dad…I’m almost ready to cum…. any moment now” he replied.
So this Denny was the son of Gus…following in father’s footsteps eh?
He was humping faster now. I knew he was ready to cum. I couldn’t avert his stare as he looked into my eyes. His look was cold, devoid of any emotion. Like the others before him, he’d squeezed and crushed my breasts…not tenderly but with a brutish ferocity that hurt…he bit hard into my nipples and left more love bites on my neck…. more than any of the others…it was as if he wanted to punish me…humiliate me, but for what reason.
A cruel lop sided smile spread over his face as he made one final thrust.
“There you slack bitch…that’s all for you” he said, as he unloaded his seed. Then he quickly withdrew, having no further use for me. Like his father and others before him he left the pad, arms held high in victory and accomplishment, a swagger in his stride.
I lay there hoping and praying this was indeed the last…I’d gone that extra mile and now I was exhausted in body and mind, male sperm continuing to ooze from me and onto the leather padding.
I slung my legs over the side and just sat there. I hardly had the energy to stand. Gus came and sat beside me, arm around my shoulder.
“You did well lass…I knew you would…you’re one of us now, and honorary member of the chapter. I didn’t know whether that was good or bad…. but an honorary member I was.
If the first shower felt good, this one felt even better. My body had been hammered and it knew it, the bruises were showing and my neck was a mess, a real mess, it would look even worse by morning. When bikies fucked you, you knew you’d been fucked.
Dressed and smelling good again, that cold beer felt real good as it slid down my dry parched throat. Flanked by Gus and a guy I had been introduced to as Red, apart from soreness and bruising I felt remarkably good again. I cast a gaze around the bar and room and couldn’t believe that all these guys had fucked me and of course Gus’s arrogant little shit of a son, who was at this moment with a couple of his older mates glaring at me…I wondered what it was that I had done to curry so much animosity toward me…or was he like this with all women. Well I wasn’t going to dwell upon it, it was his problem, let him deal with it.
“Big Red’s gona be ya man Lisa”
I looked at him, puzzled.
“Big Red…he’s you’re guy, whenever you’re here visiting…he’s you’re man…you bed with him”
I could see why he was called big Red…he towered well above me…I felt small and insignificant along side him…as would many of his mates. I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of him. His head was shaved and he had a full bushy beard. His arms well muscled and covered in tattoos, a swastika tattoo on his forehead…I just knew that undressed his body would be a tapestry of tattoos, there was nothing good looking or handsome about him…and this was my man…lucky me. Somehow I had the feeling the only interest he would have in me was for shagging purposes.
The clock on the wall said midnight and I was getting tired, my body was now reacting to the pummeling it had taken and I wanted to sleep.
“Er…where to from here Gus…is my car back…I’d like to get going…I’m tired and would like to grab some sleep” I said
“Tomorrow morning…leave tomorrow morning, you’re car’s back here and ready…big Red fixed it…now why don’t you show Red how appreciative you are…you two get to know each other a little better and leave in the morning”
“I….” Gus stopped me right there.
“Tomorrow morning sweetheart…for now take a hike down the corridor to Reds room…get that nice tight ass” he gave a chuckle at this point “Well I guess it’s not quite as tight as it used to be…but get it into bed and wait for your man to come to you…now scoot we have some serious drinking to do” he slapped my butt and indicated I leave them.
I followed the passage, looking for Red’s room. All the doors looked the same, I asked a passing member which was his room, he smiled and pointed to it.
The room looked like it needed some tidying up, a woman’s touch, obviously now my job. Right now though I couldn’t care less. I undressed, flung back the rather soiled bedclothes and flopped my naked aching body down.
I must have gone straight to sleep, next thing I knew were groping hands fondling my body and delving into my crevices…Red had come to bed. My bruised and battered body was not really up to this right now. He rolled me on my back and climbed on top. His mouth savagely seeking mine, forcing his warm wet tongue inside. I could taste and smell the alcohol on him as we kissed. The thing pressing against my thighs was warm and hard. I grimaced with pain as his hands squeezed my breasts, his tongue now licking my ear he said.
“Open your legs…let me fuck you woman”
I didn’t need to be told twice…not with this guy. As my legs opened up for him, he quickly pushed inside me, his ass just as quick to start humping.
“Oh my god Red…take it easy” I pleaded.
“Yeh…you like that honey…you like being fucked don’t you…but you like big Red best eh?”
“Yeh…yeh I like it but just take it easy Red…you are a little rough” I replied
“Yeh and rough is how you like it” he said, not easing up
He grunted and groaned, thrust and pushed. The only good thing was that it was not going to last long and I felt somewhat relieved when I heard him give one final thrust and a grunt and knew that he was cuming. I’ve never been so relieved to have a guy cum, having finished he rolled on his back and a moment later he was snoring. I turned on my side and likewise fell into a deep sleep.
When I awoke the bed was empty. The smell of freshly brewing coffee, bacon and eggs was wafting through the building…I realized I was hungry…very hungry.
I sat up and blinked at the strong morning sunlight streaming through the open window and stretched and yawned. My body ached more than ever, but then that’s the way it seemed to happen, the day after and my pussy felt soar and tender.
“How ya feeling lass…sleep well” it was Gus.
I nodded and said that I’d slept well but I was now feeling the effects of last nights activities.
He laughed and said it was to be expected. It wasn’t everyday I got to be fucked by thirty guys.
“Just as well” I replied “Besides it was thirty one not thirty…if I remember you’re son had a hand in it as well”
He smiled and said “Yeh…yeh that’s right…he did as well…was pretty good if I recall…bit like his old dad yeh?”
“Yeh…I guess he is” I was going to ask how old he was but decided I really didn’t want to know, I had the feeling I wasn’t going to get the truth anyway.
“Well what do I do now…do I get to go, or do you keep me locked up here with Red” I asked.
“Good heavens lass you can leave anytime you want…we’re not here to make trouble for anyone…or keep you against your will” He looked around the room. “Bit of a mess isn’t it…why don’t you give your man’s room a tidy up and come and have a bight to eat…you hungry yet?”
“I’m ravenous” I replied.
“Come on then…have a bight to eat first then the room”
By ten o clock I’d eaten all I could and drank enough coffee to look like a coffee bean. “My Mans” room as he called it was neat and tidy, probably by tomorrow it would be as bad as it was when I first went to it.
My car was standing all ready for me, washed and cleaned and tanked up. On the passengers seat was my certificate.
“Yes that’s your certificate…proof that you were gang banged…even gives the number of members…thirty…yes I know should be thirty one…but thirty is pretty impressive also…your member number 410, you can ride with us anytime you want…you will of course have to ride with Red”
It was an impressive looking document, fancy writing and all, and signed by Gus as chapter President and Red vice president. I’ve since framed it and it stands on the dresser in the lounge. I like to watch guests as they read it and look at it in disbelief.
“Is this for real Lisa…or are you having us on?”
“Oh it’s for real” I’ll reply.
“God…thirty of them…unbelievable” is often their reply.
Also there was a manila envelope, containing full size coloured photo’s of myself and various club members in…well, very compromising positions shall we say. The other item was a DVD and you get no prizes for guessing what was on the DVD…I’m sure you’d know.
When I left the club premises I turned north, away from the city and headed back home toward Buxton. Visiting my best friend just didn’t seem such a good idea right now….I mean the mass of love bights alone were bad enough…far too many to have been planted there by one person and I didn’t want to explain to her how I’d come by them. I picked up my cell phone and rang her. Said the car had broken down and I was having it repaired, would catch up with her in a week or two. I was sure my “Injuries” would have healed by then.
I had plenty of time to think and relive those arduous hours I’d spent with all those guys. There were my fantasies, which made every thing seem quite easy and exciting. I mean having a multitude of men fuck you…. ohhhhhh…. yes. I could always shut off the illusion when I needed. Then there was the real thing, well I can tell you that is completely different, spending almost six hours on a black leather mattress, being continually screwed from every position…by thirty…sorry…thirty-one guys…well it’s hard and soar work. I’d just keep to my fantasies in future I told myself and I sang along to the melody playing on my CD.
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Epilog
We humans are strange creatures are we not? Nine months later here I was driving south toward hot sun and sand. My “Injuries” had long healed and my fantasies were just those, fantasies. I kept playing the DVD in the player and in my head…the bad part about that evening diminishing with time, until I was telling myself what a great night I’d had with them…my pants were getting a little wet at the thought.
Angels Bay looked beautiful this time of year. Blue clear skies and hot sun. The row of Harley’s were all parked up in a neat row. Their owners wearing their club patch “Southern Trash” lounged or lay on the grass, shading under the palm trees. The sight of a tall bronzed long legged blond with mini skirt and tight fitting top was too much to let pass by without some comments. I smiled at them and engaged a couple in conversation…. big mistake
Now here I am watching the heavily security doors close the world out. I see the heavy bolts slammed in place and Garcia make his way toward me…smiling.
“Ok…Lisa…come with me, let me show you around our humble abode first…we do boast a large membership by the way”
“Ohhhhh…. shiiiit”
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Although she was curvier than most Spanish women, she was totally fuckable in my eyes. I could’ve sat and dreamt about her luscious body all day but I needed a cigarette, so I
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asked to be excused. When I got to the washroom, I went into the stall and sat down. As I day dreamed about screwing my Spanish teacher right up the ass, bent over my desk with everyone watching, my cock became instantly very hard and I reached my full length of 5 and half inches. As I sat trying to take my mind off her perky tits and tight ass I thought to myself
"I knew I should have jacked off this morning."
But I knew myself well enough to know the only way of getting rid of my Miss Alvarez fantasy was to jerk off. Since I couldn’t go back to class with a hard-on I decided to do the deed quickly. I pulled out my full hard cock, and I started to rub and fondle my balls until the point where I was ready to fuck anything that walked. I closed my eyes and imagined Miss Alvarez begging me to eat her out. I heard the door open but thought nothing of it since I was being quiet. I continued my slow rhythmic motions as I heard the door opening again. For a split second I thought what if that person saw me through the door crack. I worried for a moment, but hurriedly decided to get back to the task on hand.
I slowly stroked my cock for what felt like an eternity. I could feel my balls wanting to explode with the passion and ecstacy I’d felt so many times before. I continued fantasizing about my teacher as I stroked circles around the head of my fully erect cock. I felt my load beginning to bubble inside me when I suddenly heard moaning outside the stall door. I quickly zipped up and rushed the door open only to see a sight from the heavens. There she was, the woman of my dreams, Miss Alvarez, spread eagle, feet on the sinks, pussy in the air, masturbating. Instantly I felt my cock grow even more. There was no hiding my erection from her, not like it mattered judging on her position. My cock was huge.
"Miss Alvarez!" I managed to choke out from the bottom of my throat. "What are you doing!?"
"I caught a peek of you through the door," she replied in her sexy Spanish tone "I thought you might like it if I join in on the fun."
I felt my cheeks go beet red. Somehow the thought of her catching me in my most private of moments made me long for that sweet Spanish pussy even more.
"Sit down in that stall again or it’s another detention for you" she said as she slowly fingered her beautiful pink pussy, which I could now see was totally soaked with her juices.
I obeyed the teacher and sat again in the stall. I pulled out my still erect cock and shivering from the pure excitement of the situation at hand. My hands were freezing cold and I let out a small moan as they made contact with my cock. I began to stroke my cock again, watching her finger her sweet hole. She rolled her head back as her tempo increased. She inserted a finger into her pussy as she licked her lips and stared straight at me.
Miss Alvarez undid her blouse and exposed to me her perfect tits. Her beautiful nipples were erect and ready to be sucked. I felt my body continue shivering and I increased my tempo. She rolled her head back again and jammed one more finger into her pussy. She started to moan as I watched her juices flow down her fingers.
"Fuck me like a good little schoolboy!" she screamed in total ecstacy.
I couldn’t take it any more. My cock exploded into the biggest orgasm I’d ever had. I felt my thick cream spurt all over myself as I stroked faster and faster. My whole body was trembling as I felt myself contract to squeeze out the last few drops of cum I had left inside me.
Miss Alvarez got up, totally naked and came over to me, she got on her knees and cleaned off my cock of all the cum. As I went to get up she said
"Aren’t you going to return the favor?"
I got on my knees and cleaned her sweet pussy of all the juices. When she stood up, we got dressed and she said
"So, detention next Wednesday ?"
She smiled at me and walked away.
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1st time true
I was 19yo, 5'7", 155lbs. I kept myself in really good shape. I had always enjoyed sex with girls but had always wanted to get fucked in the ass. It was strange because I did not find guys sexy. But seeing so many nice cocks in the boys lockerroom. I wanted one.
I found the wonderful world of adult bookstores. Horny older men. Just wanting their cocks serviced. No hugging, kissing, game playing. Just service them, After acouple of mouth full of cum. Do to chickening out of taking it up the ass. I decide to just do it.
Well. tonight was the night. No matter what. I made a quick round in the store when Mike walked in. Early 30ies, 6&q
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uot; slim. I knew he would be the lucky guy to pop my cherry. We quickly found booths that had the window where you can see one another. He had his 7" cock out for my enjoyment. And before I knew it we were parked at a near by park. Leaning his seat back almost as fast as he took out his cock. He jacked off slowly as he made out that I was still new to this scene. Once I was ready I leaned down and took his cock into my mouth. I was working his cock pretty good wanting him to cum in my mouth. Man, I wanted to swollow his load so bad I could hardly wait. Then he pulled me away. He then asked if this is what I wanted. I just stayed quiet. My heart was pounding. Scared to say anything. I heard him ask "Want me to fuck you up the ass?" I just looked at him. Then he sat up and started his car. " I know a nice place I can fuck you for your first time, O.K.?'. "yes" was all I could say.
He took me to a park outside of city limits. Led me down a path to a park bench. Now I was just on cruise control. Whatever he wanted I was going to do. "Here we are" he said "Take your clothes off" . My shirt was no problem but as I was pulling down my shorts and underwear. I felt like , sexy. Proud to show off my ass. As I stood there naked for him. I felt like a scared schoolgirl. Mike just walked up to me. Reaching behind me and squeezing both of my ass cheeks. "Nice ass". He then lowered me down to my knees. The cool breeze against my asshole encourged me to take all of his soft cock into my mouth. With in seconds he was rock hard again. Now, I was getting scared. His cock was more like 9" long and it seemed thicker than earlier. "O.K. I'm ready" he said. He than led me to the table. I just bend over it. "No, I want you to lay on top of it" Mike instructed me. So, I laid on my back on top of the tabled. Mike spread my legs opened and placed them over his shoulders. Man I really felt like alittle whore. Horny as hell. Mike took his finger and started to finger fucking me. Now this was a surprise. It did not feel good at all. It hurt and it was just 1 finger. Man, he just dug it deep inside of me. I just trying to relax. Thinking that it will feel good very soon. But it didn't. I was relieved when the took it out. He pulled me further off the table and pushed my knees to my chest. Just relax I said over and over to myself. As I felt his warm cockhead pressing against my asshole, to my delight my cock started getting hard. Harder and harder he pushed down. Man. it felt like a baseball was being shoved into my ass, Then there was a pop and the pain. My God it hurt like hell. And he was barely in. Man the pain was too much."Please stop, please it hurts too much" I repeated over and over. Luckly he lowered my legs to ease the pain. But it hurt still and did not feel good at all. I just laid there stuck on this mans cock. Then I realized, that this is what I wanted. A cock in my asshole. And now I have a nice big one in me. I kept thinking about how bad I wanted it. I guess Mike could sense this and started slowly moving in and out. Going deeper and deeper with each stroke. Then I heard him groan as he finally got all of is cock in me. How, It still hurt but it also felt good. Mike some how manged to get on top on me. He was now driving his cock all the way in and all the way out. Man, it hust when he drove in. It sent a very sharp pian into me. But felt so good when he was pulling out. Just as I was getting to enjoy his hot cock banging into me. His cock began to get bigger and bigger has he drove in harder and harder. It was now too big for me to handle. With his last stroke he buried himself deep in me. That forced my first scream out of my mouth. I could feel him cumming deep inside my stomach. It was nice and warm. The feeling of his laod made it all worth it. As he continued to release himself in me, I loved it. One last push and he was done.
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The Making of a Slut - Chapter Two
CHAPTER TWO
I admit I was confused about my new place in the family. Within a few weeks I went from daddy's little girl to daddy's little slut. I suppose you could call that first time a rape, since I had no choice but to spread my legs wide open and admit him into my cherry cunt. But, on the other hand, I have to admit that something in me really wanted him to just 'own' me.
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It surprised me to discover that he could be so crude and demanding. He was so educated and professional, but then he'd come home and take off his tie and jacket and yell up the stairs, "where's my little slut?" If I'd even had the least illusion that Mom would protect me, that lasted about a day. She was already trained to service him, and little by little I understood what subimssive meant. My stepfather had chosen her probably for two reasons: she was naturally obedient, and she had a daughter just coming out of puberty into womanhood, a female he could train to his liking.
I'll back up a little bit in the story. After that first night, when he caught me necking in the car, he kept me busy servicing his cock every night and every monring. I wore a dildo in my cunt every day to school and couldn't keep my mind off the sensation of being filled. I sometimes had to go to the girls bathroom and actually slide it in and out of my pussy, just to get some relief, though I knew when I got home, the dildo would be replaced by Daddy's cock.
Our relationship wasn't private, just between us. Part of Daddy's game was humiliation, showing off his possessions. It started of course, as I wrote in part one, of making me sit naked at the dinner table and shove carrots and celery and things up my wet pussy, while he discussed my lack of abilities in the most embarrasing ways, as if I were a piece of equipment. "Derek," he'd say to my brother, "I haven't let you do her yet, I hate to share that tight little fuckhole quite yet, but by the time you have your turn, believe me, she'll be a lot better trained. Right now she just lies there like a blow-up doll. But those tits of hers are growing fast. What do you think of 'em?"
THen Derek, who'd turned 18 and was fucking every girl he could get his hands on, would reach over and squeeze and mash my breasts really hard. "Not bad, but I've had better."
"But they're pert and firm, aren't they?" Dad said. "Not like your mother's, sagging down to her belly."
Mom didn't say a word, just blushed, as Derek got up an stood behind her chair., and cupped her large breasts through her blouse. "Yeah, but they dangle and jiggle so nice when I fuck her ass, and make her drag them across the carpet." He ripped open her blouse and yanked her bra up over her breasts. THen he pinched her nipples hard untils he squirmed. "What's the matter, Mum?" he laughed. "Sucked on 'em when I was a lad, didn't I? Now I get to smack 'em around, too." He grabbed his crotch. "And I gotta say she's the best damn cocksucker in town. There's not one of those sluts at school who knows how to swallow the whole thing and do it right."
"Training is everything," my stepfather replied smiling. "That's why your sister is going to be a very valuable commodity someday, once she's properly disciplined and taught. And of course the most important element is teaching a slut to enjoy BEING a slut. That's the most satisfying part. Anyone cretin can grab some bitch and rape her, or just use a cunt for his pleasure. But the art is making them not just want it, but need it, need to serve, need to be abased, humiliated, until that's part of their pleasure."
I didn't quite understand the commodity part, but I knew from the look on his face that I had better learn to suck cock however he wanted it. And I was kind of embarrassed that he was so inside my head all the time, like he really knew I was starting to like the way he treated me, the way my pussy seemed to be wet all the time.
"So when do I get a crack at her, Dad?"
"Soon, but not yet. On the other hand I see no reason why she shouldn't be on her knees with your cock in her mouth anytime I'm not using it. the more consistent the training, the better. LIke right now, for instance, Linda's finished her dinner, and the dog has licked her pussy under the table, so she's probably getting nice and hot. So why not some dessert for our hot little slut? Something nice and creamy. "
The front of Derek's jeans were already bulging out and he grinned at me with a nasty leer. "Yeah," he said, "a little cum pudding for my little sister."
As had become his habit, Dad got his video camera off the shelf while Derek ordered me to my knees. "Kiss the my crotch," he ordered. "Nuzzle it like a good little bitch. Make those nice 'mmm' noises so I know how much you want it." I obeyed, because I had learned that disobedience meant some very painful swats across my naked bum with Dad's leather belt. Though, on the other hand, I was ashamed to admit that even that had become a turn on, because he made me finger my pussy while he punished me and I felt those spasms inside, and they were good.
So Dad filmed while Derek had me unzip his jeans and pull them down so he could step out of them. His cock wasn't as big as my stepfather's, but it was thick. "First the balls, lick my balls, suck on 'em, yeah, munch on dessert, you hot little cunt." I sucked the heavy ball sack into my mouth and licked and twirled my tongue. "Put your hand on my dick while you do that, slide it up and down," he ordered. After a few minutes, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back to look up at him. He rubbed the head of his cock all over my face and lips, then slapped me with it, back and forth, poking it at me.ÂÂ
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Dad, camera in one hand, his other hand on my mother's naked breast. "She's going to be quite good, Jane. She's a natural, you know. The first time a boy felt her up, her pussy got wet. First time I fucked her, she came. . . . and she wanted even more. I'm rarely wrong about these things, you know."
So there I was, kneeling in the dining room, the remnants of dinner still on the table, with my brother ramming his hard cock into my mouth while my stepfather urged him on. "Don't be gentle, Derek. She needs to learn to swallow every inch. This isn't some favor she's granting you and you don't have to beg to have your cock serviced properly. Just fuck her mouth any way you want. Linda, put your hands between your legs and spread your pussy lips while Derek fucks your mouth. Now play with yourself."
He moved around the table to get a better shot of me frigging my wet pussy while my brother slid himself in and out of my hot mouth.
"Lick his rod as it goes in and out, Linda. Wrap your lips around your brother's hard cock, suck on it . . . yes, and dont you dare get yourself off, bitch, until I say you can."
That part was hard because all I could think about was getting off. I wanted it so bad, and I was so wet. Everything about it, the camera filming, and Derek rutting his dick in my mouth like some sort of convenient hole, and Dad's voice, low and forceful and kind of hypnotic. "That's good, Linda. You're such a fucking little slut, a perfect little whore. I think you'd like Daddy's dick in your tight little twat, filling up that pretty little snatch, wouldn't you?"
I mumbled around Derek's thick hardness, "MMfff"
Dad laughed. "I think she said yes, don't you?"
"Yeah, Dad," replied Derek, as he groaned aloud and started pumping his hot jism down my throat.
"On her face, too," my stepfather reminded him. "All over her face and tits while I get a nice closeup. . . cum-covered bitch, always a money shot."
Of course, it was quite a while before I discovered that my escapades as a sex toy were hardly confined to the family. Before I'd turned 18, my sexual training and subjugation had been viewed by hundreds of men who belonged to private organization of which my stepfather was a member. . . a very quiet, elite group who traded film and photos of their wives and daughters being gradually converted into willing nymphomanics, hungry to be used and abused. And I learned eventually that it wasn't just film they shared, but the sex toys themselves. But at the time I thought these were just Daddy's home movies. And I got a forbidden thrill at being the center of attention.
WHen Derek was finished, he told me to lick his cock clean and put it back in his pants. Then he turned and looked at our mother. "Don't worry, I'll have another stiffie for you later. Come up to my room when Dad's done with you."
Derek walked out of the room whistling happily while Dad placed the camera on a tripod. Then he sat down on a chair and opened his pants. "Crawl over here, slut. And Jane, strip off, and stand over here. Good, now put my dick in your daughter's mouth, that's right. Slide it in." He reached up and roughly squeezed one of her tits. She moaned softly. "You see, little girl, your mum loves it when I'm rough on those big udders of hers. Don't you, Jane?"
"Yes, sir," she murmured.
"Do you know your mother can take a 12" cock up her snatch? I've made her do it, several in fact, one after the other, and she cums every time. You like fucking big dicks, don't you, Jane?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I like fucking big dicks."
I was even more confused. Even I knew Dad's cock wasn't that big, so he must be talking about other men, but why would she be doing this with other men?
As if reading my thoughts, Dad pushed himself harder into my mouth. "I like pimping her out," he said. "Just another way to make her obedient. Sometimes I even scrounge up a few strangers and make them pay to gangbang her. Other times I loan her to my friends. But not to worry, little slut, I'm keeping you at home."
Of course, he didn't mean forever, just for a while but I was relieved at the time. If it was only being a slut for Daddy and Derek, it was okay. It was even getting to be kind of fun. I wondered what the kids at school would think if they knew what I was doing at home, or if they found out about the dildo I wore, and the way it kept me aroused all day. I didn't have long to find out, because it turns out that Derek just couldn't help bragging about the piece of ass he was banging right at home., and he and his mates had a little surprise planned for the new slut in school.
Just as I was getting totally carried away with the sensation of Dad's thick hot manhood in my mouth, he pulled it out, scooped me up and made me straddle his lap, and shoved his cock into my cunt in one smooth motion, buried all the way. I gasped with how far in it went..
 "Now bounce up and down for Daddy. Fuck Daddy's nice hard cock and jjiggle those sweet little titties." I rode him, my eyes closed, my cunt filled up with him.
"Yes," I remember calling out. "Oh, God, yes, Daddy. Fuck me, fuck me hard. Please, don't stop. DO it harder....please yes, oh yes. " He reached under me and flicked my clit hard with his thumb and electricity shot through me until I thought I would faint.
"Film this, Jane" he ordred and Mum picked up the camera and got it all on tape, including the part where he pulled out, laid me on the table amonst the dishes and sprayed his cum all over body. "Yes," he smiled. "That looks so nice. Now you can lick it off, Jane, every bit of it. Lick my cum and Derek's cum off your sweet little slut daughter." She looked a little reluctant, I admit, but she was apparently too accustomed to folloiwng orders to even question it. And once she'd licked everywhere but my pussy, Daddy shoved her face between my legs so she could lick and slurp. "Cum all you want to," he smiled, and shoved his fingers into Mum's pussy from behind. "You'll both enjoy it. My treat."
That night I went to bed naked as usual, my pussy still throbbing from being fucked and licked. Daddy had told me that I was always to be naked in my room so as to be available to him. ANd I was never to close the window shades, even with the lights on. I was pretty sure our neighbor, Mr. McNamara, could see into my room, but Dad didn't care. He even made me stand facing the window one night, holding my tits up in my hands. "Just think, he said, "Maybe old Brian is over there jerking off his cock looking at your tits and pussy." It felt kind of weird, doing that, imagnining that old geezer staring at me, pumping his cock. But kind of exciting. Odd, isn't it? I found myself wanting to finger my own pussy. And again, Dad knew. "Spread your cunt open," he whispered from the chair where he sat watching me display myself. And I was too naive at the time to realize it was more than pretending. Dad had already arranged with mr. McNamara to have a complete show for his enjoyment. And he'd paid for it.
Still, at least I was safe at home, and that's where all the sex happened. At least until Derek got his little plan going. And that's how I ended up in the boys locker room. That would be part three of the story.
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Sex in the Park
I want to start by saying that this has been a fetish of mine for a while. I consider myself bisexual, but mainly am attracted to women. I have thought about being with guys, but more in the nonconsensual way. The following story is fictional, but maybe one day it will come true. The material is homosexual in nature; just wanted to let you know ahead of time. A little bit about myself…I’m about 5’9, 150 lbs, blond hair, blue eyes; basically a toothpick with a big dick. Enjoy the story!
Recently I had decided to move into a small apartment up in the higher end part of town. My apartment was fairly nice and the complex sat
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next to a small lake with a paved path that encircled it. I have always had a “naked in nature” type of fetish in which I liked to get naked in public areas and play. While walking around one night, I followed the path to a small park located on the south end of the lake. It was a small park with a baseball field, tennis courts, and a small community center. While walking up to the baseball field, the lights on the tennis court switched off, scaring the shit out of me. The time was about 11:00, dark, and nobody around. I looked around and decided to get naked; I had brought with me a blanket and a few other play toys just in case I got horny. I slowly pulled my clothes off, sitting them about a 100 yards away from me; this excited me due to the fact that if I got caught, I knew that my clothes were so far away. I put my blanket out on the ground, sat down completely naked, and started to play a little. I decided to get up and walk around a little; as I walked up to the fence surrounding the baseball field, I realized that there was someone about 200 feet away from me on the baseball field on the other side of the fence. The moon was bright so I was lit up enough to make out my entire body, every inch of it. I could tell it was a man, about 6’6, 350lbs, and was looking me up and down. He started to walk towards the fence. He got about 25 feet away from me and stopped. I was panicking…I have never been caught before. Questions started to flood into my head; did he call the cops Does he have a gun Is he dangerous Panic took over, so I turned around and grabbed my cloths and ran. I had found an exit through the woods if I was ever caught. I got back to my apartment and sat there for a while trying to fathom what had just happened.
The next night, I decided to go back out there thinking that all should be clear, but at the same time hoping for the same kind of excitement. I found my same spot in the trees next to the baseball field and stripped down. This time I placed my cloths on the baseball field where I could not get to them if I was caught again. Not sure why I did this…just feeding my excitement making me hornier. About 45 minutes later a car pulls into the park and drives around coming into the upper parking lot near my hiding place. The lights from the vehicles would light up the woods and light me up as well. I knew that I could see them, but they could not see me. The car drove around, made a U-turn and parked directly in front of me, turning his high beams on, really exposing me. I had decided to lay down just in case. I do not think he saw me; I think he was just scanning the area to see if he actually had seen something. The adrenalin started to flow and about that time he turned his car off and turned off the lights. The street light lit up the car and I could see very clearly a very large black guy getting out of the car. He was huge, at least 6’6; could this be the same guy as last night No way! I watched him walk up the sidewalk, through the fence, and onto the baseball field. It was still a full moon so the area was lit up pretty good. He saw my cloths sitting on the ground next to the fence and started to look around. It didn’t take long for him to spot me sitting on the edge of moon light and the darkness of the woods behind me. He walked up to the fence with my cloths in his hand and told me to come to the fence. The adrenaline was really flowing now, but I decided to do what he said this time. As I approached the fence a very bright flash blinded me. He said “ I just took your picture and will call the police if you run”. I conceded and asked him what he wanted. He told me to come onto the baseball field. I started to walk around, slowly, rounding the fence opening and started to approach him. He was huge, towering over me. He was at least a foot taller than me. He was muscular with large hands. As I got up close to him he grabbed me around my hips with his hands and whipped me around. He pulled my bare ass into his crotch, rubbing me up and down grabbing my balls, stroking my dick, putting his hands on my throat. He pushed me over arching my back, grabbing my hips with his hands, and started to dry fuck me smashing me into his fully clothed body. This excited the hell out of me and I unknowingly started to moan. He spinned me around and pushed me to the ground. He said that I was to suck his dick now. I got up on my knees and pulled his shorts off, leaving just his underwear. I stood up and removed his shirt kissing his chest as I pulled it off. He grabbed my ass pulling me up and straddling him in the air. He then started to pull me up and down on his large ever-growing bulge in his underwear. He had both hands on my ass holding me in the air over his bulge when I felt one of his fingers start playing with my asshole. He started to push in and out, seeing how tight my hole was. I started to struggle a little, making some loud noises; this pissed him off so he dropped me to the ground. He grabbed my hair pulling me up to where my face was sitting on his bulge. He told me to suck his dick or I would pay. I reached up and grabbed his underwear pulling it down freeing his bulge, which promptly fell onto my forehead. It was at least 12 inches and at least 2 inches in diameter. It was huge. I put it at the opening of my mouth looking up at him. I opened my mouth and he started to face fuck me for a few minutes. I sucked, pulling as much cum out of his dick as I could. I closed my mouth tight, making sure I didn’t use my teeth at all. I started to vigorously bob back and forth until I felt him start to tense up. He then pushed his dick as far as he could in my mouth, practically down my throat. He started to cum, grabbing my head holding his cock in my mouth. I could feel his juices flow down my throat.
I was amazed how much he had cummed, but didn’t have time to stew over it for long. He was hard as a rock again and grabbed me putting me in a doggie style position. I could feel his cock as he rubbed it up and down my ass. He had brought with him several items in a bag, one of them being a small thing of Vaseline. He coated my ass with Vaseline and started to rub his cock again over my ass. I started to plead with him not to do it, which basically excited him and started to thrust in. My body tensed up with pain and he pushed in about half way and pulled out. I screamed on his thrust back in about half way and pulled out again. He then reached in his bag again and pulled out a roll of duct tape. He grabbed his underwear shoving them in my mouth and wrapping my mouth with duct tape. The only thing I could muster was a weak muffle now. He smacked me on my ass as hard as he could, lined his cock up with my ass again, and thrusted as hard as he could into my ass burying his entire cock. I screamed as loud as I could, but only a muffle came out. He then started to pump in and out of me at full speed, grabbing my shoulders with his hands. He wrapped his arm around me putting me into a chokehold position pulling me up and further on his dick. He was fucking me so hard that I did not notice the cop car driving around in the parking lot. As he drove by, his intensity increased, fucking me so hard that he had a hard time keeping me from flying to far forward and allowing his dick to fall out. Everytime this happened, he would slap my ass and pull me violently back on him. Tears were now starting to flow a little since the pain grew with each thrust. He pulled out, stood up and told me to stand up. He then grabbed me by the ass, making me straddle him in the air again, lifting me above his cock. Once he was lined up with my ass, he let me drop down on his dick. He started to fuck me straddling him, pushing me up against the fence. He fucked me vigorously until the fence started ripping into my skin. He walked me over to the streetlight in the parking lot, still straddling him. He laid down In the middle of the parking lot with me still on him, straddling him with me on top. We started to fuck again , grabbing my ass and push me up and then slamming me down on his dick. He started to go faster and faster until I started to scream again. He told me to get off and lean against his car. As I started to get up, he grabbed me and threw me on the hood of his car, ass out, my dick against his hood. He shoved his dick in me as hard as he could, fucking me so hard that I actually slid up and down on his hood with every thrust. He had brought his belt with him and started whipping me with every stroke in and out. His intensity increased, grabbing my hips with his hands. He started to slam his dick in me vigorously, holding my ass up and pushing his forearm into my back driving me into the hood of his car. I could feel him tensing up, thrusting faster and faster, until I felt his cum start to fill up my ass. He then pulls his cock out half way through his cum putting the rest of it on my ass and back. He then took his hand and rubbed in all over my ass and back, and spanking me for one last time. I laid there completely worn out. He grabbed me putting me over his shoulder walking me back to the baseball field. He threw me down next to my cloths and said that if he caught me out here again, I would pay with a gangbang from him and his friends. He left, taking my underwear with him. I could not believe this had just happened. I started to think how much this whole thing had excited me and how much a gangbang intrigued me!
Let me know what you think. I have lots of fetishes, just let me know what I need to write about next.
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