After a good thirty minutes Paul finally decided where he was going to eat. He pulled into the drive through at Taco Bell and ordered a few Extra Crispy Tacos plus a medium sized Coke to drink. After paying and taking his food he decided to park and eat, so he pulled into an empty space and turned off his car. He laid a couple napkins on his lap and tucked one partially into the front of his shirt, worried he would get food on his delicate suit. Paul took his time eating and drinking his coke, not wanting to get a stomach ache from the greasy tacos and fizzy soda. After finishing he disposed of the trash then just sat there and stared out of the front window into the traffic, day dreaming but yet not at the same time. He finally snapped out of it and started the car again and backed out then left the Taco Bell parking lot. The traffic was fairly heavy today since it was a Friday so everyone was off getting paid for their weeks work. He started to get agitated and cursed under his breath as he hit almost every red traffic light he approached. Finally Paul reached his mother’s house, his mother had died a few months ago and he was still selling off her things or giving it away. Getting out of his car and locking it, he blinked as he realized the door was open. I wonder who could be here he thought as he walked up the stairs and through the door way. “Hello?” he yelled out but received no answer. He shrugged it off and nudged the door shut with his foot and began to walk down the hall way when suddenly he felt a sharp pain run through his head then everything went black.

 

            After a few hours, Paul awoke to a nauseating headache and looked around the room, seeing no one. He tried to sit up but for some reason he couldn’t move. Looking at his ankles and wrists, he realized he was tied to the bed and he frantically began to pull on the robes, wondering what was going on. Suddenly he heard someone coming but they stopped at the doorway but still not in view. “Hello?” Paul asked out, hoping to receive a reply. “Now, now my dear Paul. Don’t struggle,” said a young woman. He blinked and looked to the doorway puzzled, wondering who this mysterious lady could be. Finally the woman stepped into the room and smiled at him. She was about 5’7 with fairly large breasts, about a D cup he suspected. Her eyes were a dark brown, almost black looking and her hair matched her eyes. Her skin soft an smooth looking with it’s dark brown tone. The smile soon widened into a grin which showed off her brilliant white teeth. He looked at the woman shocked, knowing he had seen her somewhere before but couldn’t place his finger on it. “You look surprised to see me,” she spoke in a calm voice. “I thought you would remember me, but I guess not. You’re such a disappointment Paul.” the woman said with a sigh. Paul stared at her dumbfounded and confused, unable to think of who she was until she finally said, “It’s me Jasmine, your one night stand.” Her eyes narrowed as she spoke the last part. He gasped softly to himself as his eyes widened, now knowing exactly what she wanted. “Oh Jasmine, how are you? You’re looking very lovely as always,” he said, trying to play it cool. “Humph,” was her reply and she walked out of the door, closing and locking it behind her.

 

            A few hours later he heard the door unlocking and looked over to see Jasmine entering once more. This time she didn’t bother closing the door but went straight to him and began to tear off his clothes furiously. Paul yelled and began to panic, struggling to break free of the robes that held him tightly to the postings of the bed. She made loud fierce grunting and animalistic sounds. Now that he was completely naked, she gently and quietly removed her clothes and set them down off to the side. He watched her puzzled and confused by her sudden actions. Jasmine walked back to him and crawled onto the bed and in between his legs, looking down at his limp pathetic member. “Oh come on, I know it’s way bigger than this,” she said with a slight impatient tone to her voice. Paul shook his head replying back, “No please.” She ignored him and gripped his dick tightly then slowly began to move her hand up and down. He gasped out and began to struggle once more even though he knew it was useless now, knowing he wouldn’t be able to escape from these robes. “Please stop Jasmine,” he pleaded again but she continued to ignore him. Her head moved closer to his cock and her tongue slowly slipped out to slide across the tip of his member, another gasp coming from Paul. Jasmine grinned widely and began to twirl her tongue and lick on the head as her hand moved slightly faster but kept a tight grip. Slowly his dick began to become hard, he couldn’t help but love the way her soft warm tongue rubbed against his sensitive dickhead. Soon her hand let go of his shaft only to be replaced by her wet warm mouth. He gasped out loudly and looked down to see her cheeks slowly going inward as she began to suck, her hands reaching up to gently massage his balls. A soft low moan ushered from his mouth and he leaned his head back down and relaxed, giving into her now. Her head began to bob up and down on his member as she sucked even harder, gripping his sack even tighter. After a while of sucking his dick, she pulled her mouth back and licked her lips pleasingly. “Taste good as ever Paul,” that same wide grin came across her face once more. Jasmine climbed up his body and looked down at him, knowing she had defeated him. Gripping his dick once more she directed at her opening and slowly rubbed the head against her entrance. He shook his head looking up at her but she just nodded and slowly lowered herself down onto it, moaning softly as she felt the head push inside of her wet pussy. “I haven’t felt anything this large in a while my dear,” Jasmine said, pushing down more, his dick going in farther and all he could do was moan out from how tight and warm her pussy felt. She let all of his shaft rest inside of her throbbing pussy then slowly began to pull up and push back down once more. Her moans were so soft and it aroused him slightly more, trying to think of something else and she realized this so she pushed down harder and moaned a little louder. Paul gripped the robes tightly trying to concentrate on anything instead of her gorgeous body and seductive moans. She began to ride him faster and harder, her moans growing louder and soon his hips began to thrust upwards to meet her thrusting, moaning out. She forced herself down harder onto him and moaned out loudly, feeling her orgasm close. He too felt his climax near and began to wildly buck, moaning out. She screamed softly of pleasure as she pushed herself down hard one last time and erupted into an orgasm, her juices engulfing his dick and slowly leaking from her entrance. He gave out a loud grunting sound and exploded deep inside of her tight, warm, wet pussy, also feeling juices run down his dick and his balls. They laid there for a few moments, catching their breath then she slipped off him and cut his robes then got dressed. “Hope you learned a lesson from this dear. Bye.” she smiled at him then walked out of the room, leaving him there breathless and satisfied.

The plane is barely in the air when Master leans over and rubs his hand between
my legs. I am very wet, and his fingers easily slide along my pussy lips. He
pulls my right leg over towards him and I open them up wide for him, his
fingers push further inside me, I lean my head on his shoulder as he explores my wetness. He
pushes hard, at least three fingers are deep inside me as I hold my breath and
clench my hands. He pulls out, licking his fingers of my juices and settling me
back in my seat. I try to calm my breathing, looking out the window I feel his arm
across my chest, his hand sliding inside my blouse as he searches for my
nipple. His fingers find my left breast and release the nipple over the top of
my bra. He tugs it and pinches it as I bite down on my lip.

The steward moves along the aisle asking if we need drinks, Master waves him on
as his hand continues to explore. My arms are by my side, legs still open but
with Master leaning over me, all that is visible from the aisle is my head.

He finds and releases my other nipple. He pulls and twists it as well and I
bite again on my lip.

Master sits back, removes his jacket and lays it across my lap. He reaches into
a pocket removes and pushes the silk cloth in my mouth. I close my lips together hard, knowing that this can only
mean one thing.

Master reaches into the jacket again, producing a medium size black butt plug.
It is rubber and not detected by security.

He places his arm behind my lower back, hand towards my cheek and lifting my
arse slightly off the seat he pushes the plug under me. I try to assist without
making any noise and after some forcefulness, my arse is jammed full and I am
panting quietly into the gag.

Again he reaches into the jacket. This time he hands me a dildo. It too is
rubber, feels reasonably solid and it is huge. Not only is it long, but very
wide as well and I am aghast as Master places it in my hand and pushes my hand
under the jacket.

He pulls my head over gently and whispers in my ear.
‘You are to fuck yourself now Sub. There is to be no noise.. but do not
cease until I tell you. If you feel the urge to orgasm, stop for 5 seconds and start again.’

I stare at him eyes wide open.

‘If I do not feel you are going hard enough, then I will assist you.’
He pinched and twisted my nipple hard, as I squealed under the gag.

I slowly reached under the jacket and under my skirt. My pussy was well
lubricated as I shuffled it towards the edge of the seat and began to insert
the dildo. It was very wide and I had to push in and out a few times before it
finally moved inside me. I gasped as the huge, hard object pushed inside me,
touching against the butt plug as I gently guided it inside.

I pulled it outwards; the sensations flooding over me were electric. Master was
watching as my eyes rolled back and I breathed deeply through my nose. Again I
inserted the monster cock and pulled it out, slightly quicker. Master pinched
and twisted.. I rose on my seat with a start, my ‘ouch’ muffled by the gag.
‘I said fuck yourself, now do it.’ He growled at me.

I rammed the cock deep inside me and pulled it out. My hips rose up off the
seat as I rammed it in again and again. After creating a rhythm I could feel that the orgasm was building, so I stopped for a
break, counted 5 and started again. Faster and faster I pushed it in and out, hearing my juices squelching as they leaked
out. Three or four times I started and stopped, my heart beating almost out of
my chest, terrified that I would be caught. Master was leaning across the whole
time, one arm around my shoulders, the other inside my blouse.

I stopped again when the orgasm was almost on me, Master pulled my head close
again.
‘Push it right in Sub.’ I obeyed, and he kept whispering into my ear…

‘Do it…pull it out and push it again… Ohhh….. yeahhh, it is building up inside
you my Sub… you can feel it… keep fucking yourself, in and out…. that’s right, faster Sub… faster…’

I obeyed him, pumping faster and faster as my muscles tightened and I was on
the edge. I stopped again. He grabbed a nipple and twisted hard.

‘Come on Sub… you can do it, keep fucking my sweet Sub… keep going…. Faster,
come on… faster I said..’ he was almost growling at me, his voice deep and
soft.

He was twisting so hard while he was talking to me I was losing total control
of where I was. My body was jerking, I was thrusting the huge wide cock deep
inside and out then deep down again as he encouraged me.

I moaned loudly as the orgasm came, he pulled my head down onto his chest,
continuing to twist and pull on each nipple, stifling my moans and hiding my convulsions as the waves hit me.. My juices
poured out, the seat was soaking wet under me as my body went limp against his chest and I heaved for breath. He held me
for a few seconds before gently tucking my nipples under my bra, leaving just enough of the darker skin showing while
the bound points of my nipples tried to push their way through the material.

‘Leave it inside you.’ He stopped my arm as I went to remove the dildo.

I obeyed, pushing it inside me and sitting up on the seat.

The plug and the dildo were pressed together inside me, my pussy was swollen
and numb from the fucking that it just received, but the moisture remained.



Master ordered us drinks as the mainland came into view. I gathered
myself
together, leaning back in my seat and trying to relax. It was very hard to sit and look calm while my holes were full
as Master wished. He took the gag and slipped

in back into his pocket.

‘We are almost here sub, reach into my jacket, there is a thong for you to
wear, put it on and leave your friends in their place until we are at the motel.’

I obeyed him, sliding the thong over my legs and under my arse, making sure
that the plug and dildo were secured by the thin piece of material between my legs. We finished our drinks; and
prepared for the landing.

The coast was spectacular from the air and just as stunning when we were on the
ground. The air was clear, sun shone and the temperature was warm as we left
the terminal. I was finding it awkward to walk, but Master led me along by the arm, leaving me no time to think about my posture, or the people staring
at my nipples.

The cab dropped us at our resort and from the outside it was stunning. Huge
palm trees lined the driveway. The foyer was all marble, ceiling fans whirred overhead and the smartly dressed attendants
carried our bags to our 2nd floor room.

Master scooped me in his arms and stepped inside the room. Moving to the bed,
kissing me softly he lowered me onto my back, and lay on top of me. I opened my legs for him as his body pressed down
on me, his hands exploring my body as we writhed together in a tangle of
passion.

Master undid my blouse and pulled my bra upwards. My breasts popped out and his
mouth engulfed them as his hand moved down to my thong, swiftly removing it and
throwing it aside.

He nibbled one bound nipple then the other, removing the butt plug and
unzipping his pants without losing momentum.

I lay there, arms spread out and eyes closed enjoying the sensual love making
from my Master.

He knelt up between my legs, I opened my eyes to see his cock hard and
glistening poking from his trousers which were creased at his knees. He put his hands under my thighs and lifted them upwards,
pressing on the dildo inside my pussy as he did. He rested my ankles on his shoulders as his fingers traced my
engorged pussy lips and down to my gaping arse.

He entered me gently and slowly, holding my legs tight and leaning forwards, as
he pushed his cock inside my bowels, looking me straight in the eyes as he fucked me. I was numb, he fucked my arse erotically,
seemingly gentle, but yet hard and fast, grunting and groaning as his pleasure built.
‘Sub.. remove the bands’… he puffed between thrusts. I obeyed, lurching my hips as the painful rush of blood seared through my
nipples.

‘Tweak…uhh…uhh…tweak…’ He panted at me between thrusts.

I reached my nipples and twisted them both many times, moaning and thrusting
with him before he came hard inside me. Arching my back with the wonderful
sensation of his warm gift, and my tender swollen nipples.

‘Agghhhhhh… Ohhhh… my….. godddd…’ He screamed out, thrusting the last of his
juice into me and collapsing into my arms.

Dinner was served at 7 in the dining room, so we had to shower and prepare for
our first meal at the resort.

I was elated, Master was happy and we were clearly in love.

After dinner, we return to our room. The drapes are
drawn; candles burn on the dresser and soft music is playing through the sound
system.

Master orders me to undress as he pours us a drink. I obey immediately. He hands me my glass of wine and gestures for me to sit with him on the couch.
I sit close to him; we sip our wine
quietly, soaking the atmosphere of the
room. The scent from the candles is soft and so romantic. I find my mind drifting off to this afternoon and the frantic love making that
we had before dinner. It seemed like it was hours ago, my senses are piqued
again, and the wine relaxing me, the presence of Master is also stimulating me.


I finish my wine, Master is still sipping his and as I place me glass on the
table he reaches his hand behind my head, pulls it to him and kisses my cheek
gently.

‘Kneel before me Sub. Present your nipples.’

I drop to the floor in front of him; my arms are behind my back as I push my
nipples forward to him.

He takes both nipples and pinches them together. Pinching and pulling them hard
as I strain to remain in my position kneeling in front of him.

He begins to band them one at a time. The bands are tight and there are many of
them. My nipples strain under the tight rubber constrictions, but when he is
finished he gives them one last twist each. He sits back and admires his
handiwork.

‘I have decided to change your sleeping position. You will have noticed that
this bed does not have posts, so I have had to make some adjustments.’

‘Yes Master.’
I remain kneeling while he stands and moves towards
the bed. He takes out the cuffs and ropes and moves around the bed attaching
rope to each corner and placing the cuffs on top of the bed.

‘Here sub.’

I stand and walk over to him. He pulls back the covers and orders me to lie on
the bed. This time, I am to lie facing him, my back facing outwards. I obey
him, laying on my right side facing the center of the bed.

Master places the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. He clips my wrists together
and places them under the pillow at my head. Pulling the bed away from the
wall, he ties the rope tightly to the center leg at the head of the bed. This
pulls me slightly towards his side, so he loosens the rope and pulls it through
the center leg, back through my cuffs and down to the outer leg of the bed. He
pulls my shoulder through so that I am lying more towards my stomach. He ties
off the rope.

My right nipple is squashed and hurting as I wriggle to find a comfortable
spot.

Master moves to the foot of the bed, he stuffs a pillow under my thighs,
raising my arse upwards slightly as he pulls my right leg to the far corner of
the bed, causing me further onto my stomach and I squeal out with the pain. My
left leg is tied off to the center leg of the end of the bed. I am virtually
flat on my stomach. My head is squashed into the pillow, turned to face Masters
side of the bed. He removes the pillow, gags and masks me as I still squirm to
find comfort.

The first whack hit me with a loud crack. I stopped dead, holding my breath as
more and more rained down on me. I had no idea what he was using to whip me,
but the stings were intense and the whacks were numerous. I bit into my gag and
muffled my screams as they continued to rain down on me, my bum cheeks, thighs,
between my legs, my feet, my claves were all thrashed over and over for a long
time. He stopped and rubbed my red skin, his fingers exploring my sopping
wetness and fingering my hot arse. I could feel his breath, blowing on me,
soothing and cooling the welts. He began to lick me, my arse and leaning down
his head pressed between my legs as my hips rose slightly to meet him. He
licked at my juices, I strained for him to go further but he did not. I was
still sobbing softly, recovering from the thrashing he had dealt me.

He stood and belted me some more, these were slower strokes, and the weapon
felt larger, perhaps a paddle, but the pain was still intense. My arse was
going numb, the welts were taking more and more pain as he lashed at me, I just
lay there, bound tightly to the bed, my nipples tortured under my weight as
Master had his way and his pleasure with my body. I wanted him to stop the
pain, I wanted him inside me and as if reading my mind, he stopped. He moved
away and I felt nothing, heard nothing except my heavy breath as I groaned into
the gag, desperate for him to continue. The bed is wet under my head where I
have dribbled from the gag. My pussy feels swollen and engorged, my clit is
hard and hurting from the need to explode, how I want him to do something, but
still nothing. I wriggle a bit, moan out for him, pull against my cuffs and
force my nipples even harder into the bed. Nothing.

His hand strokes my cheeks gently and I become still. He rubs the oil over my
cheeks in a circular motion, teasingly close to my crack, gently brushing a
finger down as he continues his massage. Deeper and deeper he rubs, a finger
moves closer and closer to my wetness before finally sliding under and entering
my pussy.

I groan loudly as he presses my clit and rubs it hard. My hips want to move,
but I remain still, he thrusts his fingers in and out of me, rubbing hard and
without my knowledge he lubricates the medium butt plug. His rubbing increases
in pace and the orgasm builds inside me. My breath is faster and deeper, my
hips quiver in anticipation and with one thrust he plunges the plug inside me.
I lurch forward on the bed screaming loudly, rubbing my nipples hard against
the sheet as Master takes his fingers away from my pussy moves the plug in and out
of my arse and moves away. I squirm violently, my arse is up on the pillow, and
I want to cum badly. I am screaming to him, but he ignores my pleas and makes
his way to his side of the bed.

I feel him get onto the bed, I am panting hard, wanting an orgasm, my head
reeling from the plug firmly rammed inside me without notice, my nipples numb
with pain and my arse still feeling as if it is on fire.

Master leans over to me.

‘Stop moving, suck it in, I want to rest. Goodnight Sub.’

I moan again, desperately trying to slow my breathing, panting hard but quietly
as master made himself comfortable.

Eventually I doze off, but Master moves during the night and I wake with a
start. My breasts are agonizing, I am sure this must be doing me some damage
with my nipples tightly bound and squashed under me.

I was deeply asleep when he woke, the first I felt was his firm hand on my
shoulder, pushing it upwards while his other hand rubbed my breasts. They hurt
and I squealed with the pain. He rubbed hard, not speaking, just breathing
heavily as I let out my tine squeals under the gag. I wondered if it was
morning, my arms were stretched out as he pushed my left shoulder further
upwards and moved close.

His mouth was sucking my nipples; he licked them, kissed them and then bit on
each of them as I struggled to remain quiet.

He pushed my shoulder down again and lay close beside me. His hand rubbed up
and down my back, pressing my nipples against the bed hard, but I did not make
a sound. He reached the plug in my arse and teasingly ran his finger around it.
I held my breath and waited. His finger moved down further, my pussy was still
swollen and ready from earlier and the pace of breath from me began to quicken.

Gently and slowly he fingered my pussy, I strained to move my
hips but he was leaning on my back hard so I couldn’t move. He didn’t touch my
clit, I was shaking with anticipation and desire, but he continued slow and
gently strokes. My mind was going crazy as I mentally urged him to touch me.
Again he rubbed around the plug, his fingers brushing over the top of it,
gently pushing it deeper inside me. I groaned loudly for Master to fuck me but
he just gently rubbed and stroked me until he rolled over, pressing his back
against my body, and slept again.

I slept again until Master stirred in the morning. Again rolling over close to
me he pushed my shoulder.

‘Hold it up there. Stay still.’

I strained to hold my left shoulder up as Master worked on my nipples again. He
rubbed them hard causing me to squirm as the bands pulled against my skin.
Twisting and pinching before again sucking and biting them he pressed his face
into my chest, my arms straining against the ropes and cuffs that held me
tight.

Again he moved to my arse, this time, he took hold of the plug and thrust it in
and out of me hard and fast. Without warning he was fucking me hard with the
butt plug, moving to a kneeling position between my legs. He pulled the plug
out and entered me hard. I moaned loudly, as my head is rammed against the wall
and my nipples again squashed.

Hard and fast he fucked my arse, pumping in and out of me many times before
slowing and withdrawing.

He undid my cuffs and ropes and roughly rolled me over.

‘Sit up.’

I quickly sat on the edge of the bed.

‘Take your mask off.’

I obey him, his voice is not happy and I am worried.

‘I am sick of you squirming and wriggling around when I am using your holes.
They are MY holes remember.’
I nod.

‘Well, why do you move your arse around so much then, do I have to tie you
tighter? Do I have to punish you even more Sub?’

I shake my head no, tears have welled in my eyes and I am shaking as he speaks.


‘Stand. Turn and place hands on the bed. Do.. not.. move…’

He moves around the bed and returns with his thick leather belt. He hangs it in
front of my face before rubbing it against my arse. He doubles it and cracks
the leather together before unleashing his anger on my rump.

I push my feet hard onto the floor, clenching my toes and fingers so as to
stand still. 20 straps later, my head spins and my arse is numb. Master throws
the strap on the bed.

‘Come, shower me. At least I know you can do that properly. I will decide what
we are doing today whilst in the shower, and next time I want to use you, you
will be advised to behave. Hear?’

I nod my head; tears are running down my cheeks freely now.

I hate making Master angry, I will have to work harder for him. I remove the
gag, we shower and I suck him. My arse stings under the water but Master does
not notice. He is rough with me, pushing my head hard against his thrusts, I do
not make a sound as I wash him and please him.

We dress for breakfast, Master again chooses a tight outfit for me to wear,
pink top and denim shorts. My nipples are still swollen and protruding, Master
tweaks them before we leave the room so that I will gain maximum attention in
the dining room this morning.

Master chooses my light breakfast and we eat in silence.

And of all of these people who went to this retreat, there were 2 groups. One of all girls, and one of all guys. Of the groups, there was just one person that 'lead' them around. Ashley being the girls' leader, Josh being the boys'. Now don't get me wrong, the group didn't get bossed around by their ringleaders, nor did they all stay together all the time. Most of the guys tried to mingle with the girls, and vise virsa. Relationships developed and were ruined all the time. Mostly it was a mess of people going out with her, and him, and then her, and then him. Well two people who never did anything near eachother were Ashley and Josh.

No one knew why. Ashley was very pretty, she has straight dirty blonde hair. She's a fair height, 5'5". She couldn't weigh more than 110 pounds, and she has a nice C. Every guy wanted some, and a lot of girls wanted to be like her. She has a casual style of clothing. On this certain Saturday she was wearing a good length blue skirt, and a clean white t-shirt.

Josh was about average. He did go to the gym once in a while, so he wasn't all skin and bones. He had a nice tone body, nothing bodybuilder about him. Short brown hair, and he is 6'3". His sence of style was far from anything but just being comfortable in a pair of faded green shorts and a gray shirt that listed funny things NOT to say to a police officer.

Now on this beautiful Saturday morning, Josh waited for 2 of his best buds, Kevin and Shawn. They were bringing some beer over and they were just going to shoot the shit and drink. Well he waited for maybe 15 minutes, he heard someone coming up the pass. Need I mention, this cabin was nestled in the woods a bit. It was a little haul to get to the hangout, but out of view of the parents' watch. Josh looked up only to be disappointed. Three girls about the age of 16-18 were walking up, magazines in hand, chatting about who knows what.

He recognized them all right away. There was Ashley the bitch, Kirsten the O.K. down the earth chick, and finally Gianna, the slut. Josh, being the ...polite... person he was, got up so they could go inside. Of course, this was anybodys' place to go. But he wanted it to just be the guys today.

"Out of the way", sneered Ashley as she waited for Josh to get out of the doorway.

Josh stopped in his tracks, and looked at her. "Never thought I'd see the bitch queen and her minions today. How are you, Ashley?" He asked it so nonchalantly, like she was dirt.

Now don't get me wrong, at one time these two used to be best friends, attached at the hip. But one day, Josh was caught pants down with another good friend of Ashley's and well nothing was the same. Plus it's not like Josh's friends didn't mouth off how they made out with Ashley, and whatever else.

Kirsten sighed. "You guys, chill out theres enough room in here for all of us. I'm just ready to get baked and sit around." She smiled, pulling out the bit of weed she had in a bag. Enough for a blunt or 2. Everyone, even Josh and Ashley both looked interested. Weed, beer, and getting fucked up was usually a good way to pass the time now a days.

Ashley then whipped her head back to Josh. "Just keep your dirty hands off my friends, you think you can get an easy piece of ass, but you can't. You're ugly anyway"

Josh could have just spit in her face and pushed her into the dirt and laughed at her. But instead, and he shot a sarcastic look at her and flipped Ashley off. "Why don't you just go die, we don't need a snobby bitch like you here to ruin the fun. Plus I got some guys coming over, so you'd better make room and deal with it bitch." He held out "bitch" a little longer than the rest of the statement.

You would have sworn to see a look of disappointment in Ashley's face, but she turned and went inside, following her friends.

-- 10 minutes after that --

Josh stood, back rested against the wall of the cabin.� He finally heard the loud sound of restless boys walking the trail. He looked up to see Shawn and Kevin coming up, three 6 packs between the 2 of them, and grins ear to ear.

"Lets get this shit down, I brought some weed too" Shawn spoke first.

Kevin added, "Well fuck, I didn't bring a lighter."

Josh pushed himself against the wall, moving away from the cabin. "Nah bitches in there are rolling one up, we could probably snatch theirs."

They all aggreed and opened the door to go inside. Once everyone got over staring at eachother, the guys too the remaining couch, putting the beers on� a side table. Tension between the six as they both sat there for a moment. Then the girls turned back, resorting to whispering the latest gossip. Giggling and looking back at the boys once in a while. After a few moments after that, the boys all opened a beer, and shot the shit until they were all done with their first.

"Do any of yall have a lighter?" Kevin asked, he was the youngest and more of a prude to his group. He had just turned 16.

Ashley looked up first, stopping Gianna from blurting out 'Yeah sure!'. "Nothing for you boys, why don't you just leave anyways."

Sitting across the room, the two groups looked at eachother. Nothing was said for a few minutes, and then Josh took his bottle cap and threw it at the girls. Bullseye, it clocked Ashley right on the side of the head, as she finally turned back to a magazine. Boy was she pissed.

"Now what the fuck did you have to do that, you asshole?!" She jumped up, almost screaming. She stood there for a second, then she stormed out, Kirsten following her. Gianna only watched, she didn't see the big deal. I mean come on, it was a bottle cap to the head. Kind of funny actually. She was smiling.

After what seemed like an hour, Ashley and Kirsten came back in the house. Ashley looked like she had been crying a bit. Kirsten looked worried at Ashley, then angrily to Josh and his gang.

"Lets go, fucking bastards can have the damn place.." Ashley sniffed "Gianna, we're going!" Upset she was, Ashley stormed out, never looking at the boys. Gianna and Kirsten followed. At that moment, Josh felt kind of shitty. He had always liked Ashley, but hell she was such a bitch sometimes, he had no idea what she was like.

"Man fuck them" Shawn claimed, getting another beer and drinking a swig.

--Sunday afternoon, around 7pm--

A little dark out, Josh head to the clubhouse. He had no one planned on meeting. He was bored, and he had nothing else to do. Maybe someone was there. He made his way to the door, opening it to see Gianna, Ashley, and Kirsten. Right away, Josh turned to go, and then he looked back at the 3. They were as supprised as he was. Then he did spin around, walking away.

During the whole walk home, which was about 5 minutes, Josh cursed himself for being a dick. Once he got home, he went straight to his room. Not 10 minutes later, he heard a tap on his window. Josh got up from his bed, listening to music on his stereo. Opening the window to see Ashley, whom he least expected.

Ashley didn't even know what to really say. She was at a loss for words, and she was unsure what made her come to him anyways. She always questioned that. Why was she such a bitch to him, but always sneaked looks at him when he wasn't looking. She really didn't know.

"You know... I'm sorry abo-" Josh started

"No no no" Ashley stopped him. "Well... I just..." She was stumped on what to say. She wanted to just burst out with her feelings and grab Josh and fuck his brains out. But thats not the real world. "I don't know" And with that, she walked off, into the dark.

--The next day at school--

First period was a drag. Josh heard the bell ring to go to second, and made his way to the door. Walking to his next class, he met Ashley in the hall. She looked quite happy actually. She had a nice short black skirt on and a blue t-shirt to go with. Ashley went straight up to Josh, who at that moment, was standing against the wall talking to a buddy, Will.

Glancing over, Josh was taken by supprise when Ashley pushed his back to the wall and pressed her body up to his. Her left leg nestled right in his crotch, not pressing hard to hurt, more or less rubbing. Will backed off as he watched this. Ashley got as close as Josh's face as she good. Grabbing his confused hands, she put them on her side, basically on her ass.

"Theres no way you fuck with me like that and don't get punished" Ashley whispered in a huskey voice. At that moment, fully known by Ashley, Principal Hillcons walked up to them, in shock.

"Why don't you two report to my office right now, seems you can't follow the school rules!" Josh was still confused, and Ashley only smiled, pushing her left leg more into his crotch, and then seperating from him.

It took Josh a minute, that fucking bitch! She meant to do this, and that hoe just got him in trouble for nothing. He signed heavily and walked with Ashley and Hillcons to the main office.

"Now I KNOW you two know about our school rules here. I mean come on, you're both Juniors and you've been here long enough." He walked into his office, commanding them both to sit down. He looked around his room, deciding on a punishment. "You're both suspended for the rest of the day..."

"..but" Josh started.

"But nothing young man! Publicly showing all that out there in the hall is a mockery of my staff, and makes the school look like a terrible place for teenagers to gallop around and dry fuck eachother!" Hillcons yelled.

Now Ashley and Josh knew, Hillcons meant business. They didn't say another thing. After a while of the paperwork, Hillcons handed them both notes for what they had done, and sent them out. Both drove themselves, so they were seen to it that they left campus. Ashley snickered down the hall, walking next to Josh.

"Boy was he pissed!" She chanted, like they were both good friends.

"Why the FUCK would you do that you lousy bitch?" Josh turned to her.

Ashley brushed it off, she had him right where she wanted, and she was tired of being pushed around. It was time to be bold. Fortunately, there parents wouldn't get the notice, but in the mail, a few days later. The school board was very lax about their highschool standards. Plus this almost always got to the parents, and made them more angry when they found out days later. Hillcons loved that part.

The drive home for Josh was terrible. He knew he hadn't done anything but been a victim of this crazy bitch. But he went home, parked his car, went to his room, and crashed on his bed.

Probably an hour later, a knock at his door. He feared a neighbor had seen his car, and would ask him what was going on. Instead, he was stupified to see Ashley standing there, with an even shorter black skirt, and a red t-shirt that read "Too hot"

"What could you possibly want?!" Josh asked with a shrill voice. He was so pissed off that she would resort to something so evil, so cunning to get him back for a fucking bottle cap.

"Cut the shit Josh. I've seen you checking me out, and I'm pretty sure I felt a boner and hands grabbing my ass back at school." Ashley said cooly, she had thought what she was going to say already, and she loved it.

".. Well ..." Josh mumbled, he was lost and embarrassed.

"Now I'll tell you one thing, I've wanted you along time now" Ashley said, moving in and putting her finger on his chest. Josh was taken back by all of this, he stepped back. Ashley entered the room. He closed the door behind her, and from there, emotions collided and he was against the wall, and she was pressed into him, locked in a deep kiss. His hands straight for her ass, bare underneath her short skirt. A small thong, he could feel, but the bare flesh felt so great.

Ashley's hands went straight for his belt buckle. Unloosening and unbuckling his pants, as they fell down. From there, she broke the kiss, and squatted down to get met with a 7 inch dick. In her world of lust, she took the head in her mouth, sucking hard. She needed it so bad. Bobbing her head quickly, she calmed down only after a few moans and grunts from Josh. From there, Josh pulled her off of him, and backed down and sat on the couch in the living room. From there, she resumed, her knees on the floor, sucking away at his dick. He tried to hold her hair out of her wait. But that was mostly so he could watch her go up and down like a mad woman on his dick. He felt so close, when she stopped. Looking up at Josh, Ashley said in her most seductive, slutty way. "Now get down, and eat my clit baby"

Josh was lost in lust, he got up. She lied down on the couch, and he went straight to her pussy with his tongue. He hips bucked up with first contact, she moaned like the whore she was truely being as Josh went wild, drunk with lust as he licked away at her wet clit.

She must have orgasmed twice in that time, she never kept quiet. Josh didn't care, he was so focused at the job at hand, he didn't care about anything else. After probably 10-15 minutes of eatting her out, he pushed back and got on his feet. She knew what was coming now and she was no virgin. He ripped out from his wallet, a condom and put it on so fast, he was sure he ripped it. At that point, he didn't have time. She wanted it now, and so did he. He drove his dick right into her pussy.

Explosions everywhere, their eyes connected, and he pumped back and forth slowly at first. After a minute of getting used to his size, Ashley was quick to push back on his cock. The more the merrier, she was lost in an abyss of pleasure. This went on for 20 minutes, neither of them giving up to the other. Then Ashley called out.

"Oh god! Oh god! Oh my gooooooood!!!! Oh baby I'm cumming, don't stop! Don't stop!!"

Josh pushed harder, he felt himself give way only a brief second after he thought she was finished, he pulled his dick out, pealing the condom off, as he squited cum all over her breasts, stomach, and a little got on her face. After that he stood there, stooped over her, a hand on the back of the couch, panting like he had just ran a race. He looked at her, and she looked at him. Nothing was said but they felt and thought the same thing.

'I love you'

Their is quite a bad thing though about not having a dad around and my mom working all the time though. Nobody ever sat me down and explained sex to me. At 14, I still wasn't sure what it was. I knew all the dirty words, and I tried to pick up on things through overhearing dirty conversations some of my friends had. All we had was basic cable in the house, so tv porn was out of the question. I was too embarrased to ask any of my friends if they had any porn mags to look at. Finally the day came though, a few weeks after I turned 14, my mom got the internet installed. I was sure I would be able to find all the dirty little details I needed. And sure enough I did. Within one week, I went from not even knowing how babies were made, to knowing just how to make a women cum with my tounge. It wasnt just knowledge about sex that I learned either. After a couple of days of "research", my dick started to get bigger and erect. I started to touch it while looking at these porn sites, and within a few seconds I was experiencing heaven. After the greatest feeling in the world came over my body, i looked down and saw all this white goo all over my cock, and realized it was cum, after just seeing that on one of the websites. Soon I was hooked. Each day when I got home from school, I would strip my clothes off, look at internet porn and jack off, then do homework for about a half hour, jack off again watching porn, do some chores, jack off to porn again, and so and so forth. My mom never got home before 7, so what did I have to worry. As the days went on, I wanted to try more and more taboo things. It seemed that everything I saw struck my curiousity. I found about how some guys have panty fetishes, and they would jack off wearing girls panties, or sniffing them. Well, I had often wondered what womens underwear felt like, so I went through my moms drawers and found a sexy pair of thong panties and matching bra. I put them on, and the thong felt so good against my skin. The bra not so much. I went and got on the computer to find some good porn to jack off too. Having my moms underwear on really made my orgasm amazing. It was without a doubt the greatest orgasm I had ever had. I must have lost track of time, because as I was walking back to my moms bedroom, the front door opened up, and their stood my mom. I was in a complete state of panic and shock, I wanted to hide somewhere, but I could not make myself move as my mom just stood there, her jaw wide open staring at me.

"I'm ss..oorrr..oo..yy..." I tried to stammer as my mom started to walk towards me.

"Honey, why are you wearing my underwear." my mom asked

"Umm...well.....ummmm....." I had nothing. I had no idea what to say to her. I mean why story could I come up with that make this all ok. Then the worst part happened.

"What the hell, is that cum on my panties?!" my mom yelled. And sure enough, plain as day, the cum that shot out of my cock was very visible on my moms panties.

"Mom, I'm so sorry, I-"

"Shut up, and take my underwear off right now."

I was begining to get really scared. My mom had never yelled at me before. I knew I was in deep shit. I didn't care that I was about to be naked in front my mom, I was too scared to question her, so I took off her bra first, then her thong panties, standing completly naked in front of her. I was expecting my mom to yell some more, but she was just staring at me. Then I realized she was staring at my penis. We both kinda stood there for what seemed like hours, then my mom shook her head, like she was coming out of a trance, and told me to go to my room. I laid down on my bed, scared shitless, but still couldn't get the way my mom was staring at my cock out of my head. I didn't get why. It wasn't like it was so huge or anything. It wasn't quite 6 inches yet, which I was told was the average size. For some reason I didn't bother putting on any clothes, I was too focused on how long I was going to be grounded.

About 30 minutes later, my mom came into my room. I pulled the covers around me, hiding my nakedness, as my mother came and sat down beside me.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier, I was just very suprised at what I saw."

"It's no problem mom, I deserved to be yelled at for what I was doing."

"No, no honey, what you were doing was perfectly normal and natural for someone your age. I know you're curious about things of a sexual nature right now and you're exploring some things you haven't expericed yet. There was nothing wrong with you wearing my panties and masturbating in them."

I was in total shock, I could not believe the words coming out of my mothers mouth.

"I'm told it's quite normal for a young man to masturbate to thoughts of his mother and use her underwear to help him masturbate. So, I have no problem with you wearing my panties, and masturbating in them. Just make sure their not clean ones, ok

Again my jaw dropped. All I could muster out of my mouth was, "ok". Through all of this, my cock started to get a little excited, and it was fully erect, making a tent under the sheets.

"Well, apparently you're liking what you're hearing." my mom said with a grin on her face.

I didn't really know what to say, I just kinda sat there and nodded my head.

"You know what, I've got an idea." my mom said, then she pulled down her skirt, revealing these very sexy satin red panties. Then she shocked me even further by taking them off and handing them to me. "Why don't you put these on and give your ole mom a show."

My jaw dropped even more, if that was possible. Again, all that could come out of my mouth was "ok."

I pulled the sheets off of me, exposing my hard cock to my mom, but the entire time I couldn't take my eyes off her beautiful pussy. It was trimmed up quite nicely.

"Wow, thats quite nice." my mom said with a smile.

"Really, its not too small." I asked.

"No, of course not, not for your age, it will probably grow another inch, maybe inch and a half over the next year or so, so for right now, thats a perfect size." she said reassuringly. "Now, go ahead and jack off for mommy, baby."

I swear hearing her talk like that maybe harder than I had ever been before. So I got started, slowly stroking, then going very rapid, jacking myself off and I knew I was going to have an orgasm very soon, one of the quickest I had ever had, If I didn't stop and take a break, but I couldn't help it. How could I when my moms pussy was staring right at me.

Then all of a sudden I heard from my mom, "Fuck it." and she pushed my hands away and leaned over and took my cock in her mouth. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, my own mother was sucking my cock. Then I started to say some choice words of my own "Fuck yeah mom, that feels so good, OHHH GOOOOD FUCK YEAH MOMMY!!!!!!!"

It only took about 20 seconds of her sucking on my cock before I exploded into my moms mouth. She lapped up every drop as I was having the greatest orgasm of my life. Then she stood up, leaned over to me, and kissed me on my lips. But what I didn't know was that she hadn't swallowed my cum, and she spit every drop of it into my mouth. It was the first time I had tasted my cum, and it wasn't bad at all. But that wasn't what I was thinking about at the time. I was still in shock over what had just happened. Then my mom walked to the door, looked over at me with a smile and said, "keep my panties on tonight, I'll give you a new pair to wear every night." then she walked out and went to bed. I laid there for 3 more hours before I fell asleep, but not before jerking off 3 more times that night.

            When Ren awoke the next morning she was surprised to find she was well rested. She sat up and drew in a deep breath. Her stomach rumbled when she recognized the smells of eggs, bacon and sausage. She climbed from the bed and headed into the bathroom for a quick shower. She slipped the shirt back on when she climbed from the shower then toweled her hair dry. When she opened the bedroom door the smells of breakfast assaulted her, making her hurry toward the dining room. She slid to a stop when she saw several covered trays sitting along a buffet and a lone plate on the table. Michael was nowhere in sight.

            She was surprised at the hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach when she realized he wouldn’t be joining her for breakfast. She picked up the plate and dished food onto it. Suddenly, she wasn’t so hungry anymore. Sitting down at the table she realized she hadn’t gotten anything to drink. She got up and headed for the kitchen. Even though there was a pot of coffee sitting on the buffet she wanted something cold. Perhaps there would be juice in the refrigerator. She found a glass and some orange juice then returned to her lonely meal. Eating in silence she quickly finished her meal, gathered her dishes and carried them to the kitchen. She was rinsing them when Michael found her.

            “Good morning. Did you sleep well?” he asked as he put a coffee cup into the dishwasher.

            “Yes, actually.”

            “Good.”

            “Michael,” she called to him when he turned to leave. He stopped and turned back to her. “I’m sorry about last night. I was nasty and then I over reacted. I’m sorry.”

            He tilted his head to the side as he stared at her.

            “I think we both were tired and over reacted. I apologize. Perhaps today will be better.” He turned and started through the door again then stopped and said over his shoulder, “I’ve asked Amy to bring up some clothes for you.”

            “Thank you,” she whispered.

            He disappeared before she could say anything else.

            She wandered through the suite and ended up in the living room. Glancing through the CDs stacked neatly next to the stereo she chose one and inserted it. Music softly filtered through the speakers as she again wandered around the room. She stopped in front of a large bookcase and stared at the titles. The range surprised her. He had everything from the classics to contemporary mysteries. There were also several biographies and autobiographies and what looked like educational, true-account type books.

            “Feel free to read any you’d like,” he said.

            She jumped at the sound of his voice. She hadn’t heard his approach and didn’t know he was in the room. Slowly, she turned to face him.

            “Thank you.” She felt emboldened by his smile. “Are you finished working or just taking a break?”

            “Actually, Amy’s on her way up. I came out to meet her.”

            “Oh. Should I…?” she motioned toward the hallway awkwardly.

            “No. You don’t need to hide.” He smiled again. “She’s bringing clothes for you. I’ll meet with her after that.”

            “Oh.” She turned back to the bookshelves to hide her embarrassment from him.

            She flinched when she heard a soft knock at the door. Michael opened it and invited a woman in. Ren recognized the voice from the previous day. She was the young woman who’d tried to comfort her then, when that didn’t work, had brought Michael into the room where they had chained Ren to the wall.

            “Ren?”

            She turned when she realized Michael was talking to her.

            “I’m sorry?”

            “Do you want to put these away?” Michael asked, motioning to a large box sitting in the floor between him and Amy.

            “Sure.”

            He nodded and picked up the box. He carried it down the hall and put it in the room she was using then headed for his office, followed closely by Amy. Ren went into the bedroom to sort through the clothes while Michael met with his assistant.

            “Is there anything going on that I need to be aware of?” Michael asked as he closed the door to the office.

            He retreated to the chair behind the desk while Amy took her normal seat in front of the desk.

            “No, you’re up to date on everything.” She handed a bright yellow folder across the desk to him. “Burke asked me to bring this up to you. He said you asked him to do some checking.”

            Michael took the folder and flipped it open, staring at it anxiously.

            “Thanks,” he mumbled.

            Amy waited in silence as he flipped through the file.

            “Damn it! Carl’s an idiot!” He closed the file and slammed it down on the desktop, glaring across at Amy. “He’s never to do background on anyone again – ever. Understand?”

            “Yes, sir.”

            Michael got to his feet and started to pace around the office. He stuffed his hands in his pants pockets and paced for a few minutes then removed his hands and let them fall to his sides. He continued pacing. Finally, he returned to the desk and sank into the chair.

            “She was raped,” he said quietly.

            “Ren?”

            Michael nodded.

            “Oh my God,” Amy whispered.

            “Not even a month ago. And that idiot missed it.

            “But that means she’s…”

            Michael nodded, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against his chair. “Damaged goods,” he said softly.

            “I’m sorry, Michael,” Amy whispered.

            “It’s not your problem.”

            Amy watched him silently for several minutes before working up her nerve.

            “You knew, didn’t you?” she finally asked.

            He nodded slowly. “I’d guessed as much but I had to be certain. I had no idea how recent though. I knew it couldn’t have been long from her reactions but still…. Damn it.”

            He slammed his fist down onto the desk and leaned forward. He looked up at her through his lashes.

            “Tell Burke to take care of Carl. I can’t have these kinds of stupid mistakes. Anyone doing background should know better.”

            “Yes, sir,” she replied. Then asked hesitantly, “What – what about Ren?”

            “She’s my problem.”

 

            Long after Amy left the suite Michael sat staring at the walls of his office. This was the part of his job he hated most, making this type of decision. What had happened to Ren only weeks ago wasn’t her fault. The fact that his agents had seen her when they were scouting for new acquisitions, had found her so soon after…None of it was her fault and the end result would still be the same. He squeezed his eyes shut and pounded his fist on the desk.

            “Damn it!”

            He got to his feet and stalked around the room. Searching his memory he tried in vain to remember the last time this had happened. He couldn’t remember ever having been in this situation before. Even though he had contingency plans for it he had never really thought he’d have to put one of those plans into play. A timid knock at the door startled him out of his reverie. He stopped pacing and turned a malevolent stare on the closed door. The soft knock finally sounded again. He strode across the office and jerked the door open.

            “I – I’m sorry if I – interrupted something,” Ren stammered softly, avoiding his angry glare.

            “No, no it’s okay.” Michael finally replied, gentling his stern look. “What do you need?”

            “I made dinner. I – I thought you might be hungry.”

            He stared at her in surprise. She had changed into some of the clothes Amy had brought, he noticed. She wore a pair of snug jeans and a bright blue tank top. His light blue shirt still hung from her shoulders over the tank top, buttoned part way up, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. A pair of canvas tennis shoes covered her feet.

            “Sure,” he replied with a nod. He motioned her down the hall as he stepped out of the office, pulling the door closed behind him.

            “I’m not the cook you are.” She offered him a shy, nervous smile over her shoulder. “But I found some soup and stuff in the kitchen so I thought…”

            “Thank you.”

            He felt stupid for forgetting to fix a meal. When he was busy working he often didn’t get hungry and would forget to eat until late. He wasn’t used to having guests. At least she’d been brave enough to help herself to the kitchen, he thought ruefully as he took a seat at the table.

            “I hope you don’t mind…”

            “No, I’m glad you took the initiative.” He smiled at her, laying a napkin over his lap and picking up a spoon. “I apologize for being a poor host.”

            He sipped at the tomato soup she had fixed then lifted a grilled cheese sandwich from the plate next to his bowl and took a bite of it. She watched him as they ate in silence, hoping he wasn’t offended by her meager offering.

            “It’s very good,” he finally said, noticing her watching him.

            “Thank you,” she whispered with a small smile.

            God, this is going to be hard, he thought as he swallowed another bite, forcing it down past a lump in his throat.

            “You don’t have to eat it if you don’t like it,” she said softly, breaking through his thoughts.

            “What?” He blinked, looking at her in confusion.

            “The soup and sandwiches, you don’t have to eat it. I know it’s not what you’re used to.”

            “No, it’s very good. I’m just a little distracted this afternoon. I’m sorry. I’m being rude.”

            He smiled and she felt her heart skip a beat. How did he do it? This man who’d had her kidnapped and stripped naked? How could he make her feel this way? Even though she’d been terrified of him last night he seemed so gentle most of the time. And now, he seemed so…sad.

            “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have interrupted you when you were working. I just thought you might be hungry.”

            She dropped her eyes to her half-empty bowl and reached for another sandwich. She jumped when she felt his hand on her wrist. Her eyes slid up to meet his.

            “Thank you for taking the time to cook for me. I appreciate the effort.”

            “We both need to eat,” she said simply, shrugging her shoulders and pulling her hand away from his touch.

            They finished their meal in silence. Michael helped her clear away the dishes then they both headed back toward the living room.

            “Ren, we need to talk,” Michael said softly.

            Ren sat down on the sofa and looked up at him. He saw the fear in her eyes as he sat down across from her.

            “Does this mean you’ve finally decided what to do with me?” she asked.

            He gave her a small, wan smile. “Not exactly.”

            “I know you can’t just let me go because I know too much and I’ve seen faces. But I also know you’re running a business here. I could be a secretary or something.”

            “Ren –”

            “All businesses need secretaries, right?”

            He dropped his head to stare at the floor. When the silence grew too strained she covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a sob.

            “Michael, I don’t want to die,” she whispered.

            He jerked his head up and stared at her with his hazel eyes. They seemed so sad to her.

            “Ren, I promised you I wouldn’t hurt you and I won’t.”

            She stared at him in confusion, trying to fight back tears.

            “I need to ask you about something very personal, something I know you don’t want to discuss.

            “Oh, no,” she whispered so softly he could barely hear her.

            “I need you to tell me about the rape,” he said quietly, with such tenderness she could feel it.

            She shook her head from side to side as she started to withdraw, pulling her feet up on the sofa, drawing her arms around her knees. She laid her forehead against her knees and started to shake.

            “Ren –”

            “No!” Her chest heaved with the effort to hold back the wall of terror. “You’re going to let them do it again, aren’t you?” she finally sobbed.

            “No, Ren.” His voice was so soft and gentle it broke through her fear and drew her eyes up to look at him. She saw the sad regret in face, in his eyes.

            “Then what? Kill me?”

            “No.” He broke his stare and glanced away from her for a moment. “None of this is your fault. I can’t hold the mistakes of my people against you.”

            “So, what?”

            “I haven’t figured that out yet,” he replied softly, honestly.

            They were silent for several minutes. Finally, Ren shifted her position and laid her head atop her knees, staring at Michael.

            “Can I ask you something?” she inquired.

            “Sure.”

            “When you had me brought here, to your suite, what were you plans?”

            He was silent for a long time before he finally answered her.

            “I thought I’d come in and calm you down then take you back downstairs. Or, if my suspicions were correct, I’d have you killed.”

            “You knew?”

            He shook his head. “I suspected.”

            “So why haven’t you killed me yet?”

            “I can’t,” he replied with a shrug.

            “Why?”

            “This…situation isn’t your fault. You didn’t ask to be here, especially after what happened to you.”

            “But you can kill.” It was a statement, not a question.

            “Yes, I can and have.” He nodded. “The man who did the background check on you didn’t do his job. He fucked up. He knew better but he got lazy. I can’t have those kinds of problems in this business so he’s been eliminated.”

            “Eliminated,” she repeated. “Is that what you call it?”

            He shrugged. “It’s a word, like any other.”

            “God, you’re a cold bastard.”

            “In my world, I have to be.”

            “So what about me?”

            “Yes, what about you?”

            “I can’t ever leave can I?”

            He slowly shook his head from side to side. “I’m afraid not, Ren. Like it or not, we’re inexorably linked now.”

            He stood and strode across to the wet bar. He mixed a drink for himself and turned expectantly to her. She shook her head at him. He picked up his dringk and returned to his seat.

            “So what do I do with you now? I can’t sell you, I can’t give you as a gift and I can’t just let you go.” He took a sip of his drink. “What do I do?”

            They sat in silence for an interminable several minutes. Finally, Ren broke the tense, quiet.

            “I’ve always worked to pay my own way. I can work for you,” she said softly. When he didn’t answer, she added, “I could be a secretary or something. Or maybe I could clean your apartment for you? I’ve taught English before, maybe I could do something like that?”

            He narrowed his eyes as he stared at her.

“What languages other than Russian and Chinese do you speak?” he asked softly.

“How – Never mind.” She shook head, lowering her eyes to stare at the floor. “Japanese and Spanish. I was trying to learn Arabic but it’s really hard for me for some reason.”

“Why so many languages?”

“I love words and sounds. The different sounds of different languages intrigue me.”

“Would you be interested in doing some interpretation work and perhaps teaching others how to speak the languages you know?”

Her eyes flew up to stare at his face. She studied him in silence trying to discern whether or not he was serious.

“I-I could try,” she finally stammered.

“If you’re still interested in learning Arabic, I’ll see if I can find a tutor to work with you.”

She nodded, unable to speak.

“I’m sorry,” he continued. “But, for now, you’ll still be confined to this suite. When I know I can trust you not to cause trouble, I’ll give you access to a few areas of the rest of the building.”

She frowned but nodded her understanding.

“Michael, I won’t cause you any trouble. I promise I’ll cooperate,” she said softly, staring at him.

He returned her stare as he replied. “I know you’ll try. But I also know it’s human nature to fight against restraints of any kind.”

 

        My first day to the beach I rode my bike straight from ‘work’. The Rhode Island beaches still have changing rooms adjacent to the bathrooms. They are housed in large wooden free standing buildings set back from the boardwalk. As I went in to change into my suit a saw a large group of “A list” kids packing up their stuff and getting ready to go home. A few of the girls I knew from school and a couple of the guys as well. One of the guys, Jimmy, was a good friend of mine until a few years ago. We had lost touch and frankly I missed his friendship and honesty. He was walking with another guy from our neighborhood Sean, who I had not seen in years. His Parents had divorced and he went to live with his Dad in the next town. He had certainly grown up. Sean was at least 6”3’ and had a slim tight body that I’ve only seen on Calvin Klein ads. As I entered the changing room I could have sworn someone called “hey Kelly!” Thinking it wasn’t me they were talking to I went in to change.

Going into one of the changing rooms, I shut the door and began to undress. Looking at my self in mirror I ran my hands over my body, turning to look at my self in the mirror and thinking “in a few years it will be my turn to be on the A list” I took my suit out of my bag and pulled the bikini bottoms up and realized it was alttle tight . Before I put on the top I examined my boobs in the mirror. Holding them in my hands I pinched my nipples and felt a warm feeling course through my body. I had never even heard of masturbation yet and I thought this feeling was some type of secret that I had discovered. Pulling up the top I realized that this was last year’s suit and my boobs had grown much fuller since then. Looking in the mirror at the light pink two piece I was wearing it was defiantly too tight and my nipples were sticking through the material from my “examination”. Knowing that the beach would be deserted, and the A liters had left I decided to go get some sun and get out of this stifling hot changing room.

 

         Locking my stuff up in a locker I took a towel, my Walkman and started walking to a secluded part of the beach. Where I like to go there are lots of large rocks on the waterline that can give you cover, shade or privacy (I once went pee behind one of the rocks). Lying down I started to day dream about Sean and what it would be like to kiss him, wondering if he touched my boobs if I would get the same feeling I got when I did it. Despite the # 30 sun block I had on I felt I was starting to bake. Time for a swim. The waves were cool and large. When I plunged in I could feel my top lift up exposing my boobs to the cool water. I felt the same feeling of “warmth” run through me as my nipples were exposed to a combination of cool water and warm air. Checking to make sure no one was around I went back till the water was waist deep and got on my knees and let the water keep hitting me in the chest. My nipples were rock hard and my privates were tingling like never before. Just then a large wave sent me flying backwards. As I regained my footing I realized that my top was missing. Panicking, I turned to see if anyone was watching while covering my boobs with my arms. The only people I could see were two lifeguards and they were walking in the opposite direction. Franticly I searched for my top. I still had a funny feeling that I was not alone but when I scanned the beach I saw no one, not even the lifeguards. Just then I spotted the tiny top floating near the shore. As I ran towards the shore to get it, the feeling of my boobs free in the air turned my nipples hard again and the warmth returned between my legs. My body seemed to have mind of its own. Trying to ignore the feelings I put my top back on while looking to see if anyone was watching. Again I could find no one.

        Having enough excitement for one day I grabbed my stuff and started the ½ mile walk back to the changing room. No sooner than I started than I had to go top the bathroom. Remember the rock that afforded me privacy last year I headed right towards it. I went to the rear of the formation and did my business quickly. As I started to leave I heard some sounds coming from the other side of the massive cave-like rock. It sounded like someone had been hurt and was moaning. Then I heard a voice say” you like that Jennie, you like the way it feels don’t you.” Climbing up the rock I could see the two lifeguards I had seen earlier. They were lying in the wet sand and the guy had his hand inside the girl’s bathing suit bottom. Just then I saw the girl face. It was Jennie Walsh a girl who went to my fathers Dentist office. She was about 3 years older than me and was a senior in H.S. and a cheerleader. I thought she was so cool and pretty. Now her she is with some guy with his hand in her shorts. Just as I was going to leave I hear him say “you promised Jen come on don’t back out on me know” I looked back and the guy was standing now pleading” Jen you promised, help me out, please” Jen was still lying down and replied “you better not tell anyone Brad, I swear if you do I’ll kill you” quickly he said “I won’t I won’t” Just then Jen said “are you turned on enough?” He replied “ I’m getting there” Then Jen pulled her  top off revealing her firm well tanned boobs as she got to her knees in front of Brad. She reached up and pulled the top of his shorts down and let them drop to the sand. I could see his naked butt. As she moved closer to him he said “just put the tip in your mouth” she said “I know what to do!” I saw her hand go to his waist area and then her head was moving back in forth. As this continued, he turned slightly, and I could see that Jen had his penis in her mouth! It wasn’t like the penises in our Biology books this was much longer and didn’t bend down but up. When jenny took it out of her mouth it stood straight out of Brad. Jen then took one of her own boobs in her hands and brought the nipple to her own mouth and suckled it. “Are you turned on enough Brad? She said as she licked her nipple and stroked his penis. He mumbled something but I was too busy staring at Jen. As she pulled him back into her mouth I involuntarily let out what I thought was a soft moan. Jens eyes looked up as she continued to take more and more of his penis in her mouth. Our eyes meet. She was looking right at me. Just then Brad started to buck back and forth. Jen pulled him out of her mouth and said “close your eyes Brad” and he said “what?” sternly she replied “ do it or I stop” he said “O.K …just don’t stop. Here I cum Jenny please don’t stop” She started licking the head and pulling on his penis all the while starring at me. Brad grabbed her by the head as his penis started shooting jet after jet of silver liquid all over her boobs and face. Jen then took him back in her mouth and I could see the cream coming out of her mouth. She was still trying to catch my eyes but I was almost in shock at this point. Brad started talking and I climbed down the rock and started running back to the changing rooms.

 As I started to go in the changing room I glanced back and saw Brad and Jenny going into the water, to clean off no doubt. As I started to change I noticed that my Bikini bottoms were damp. The wetness was coming out of my privates. I reach between my legs and touched my clit for the first time in a sexual way. It was sooo sensitive. I pinched it like I do my nipples and my body started to shake. I thought that I was having some kind of seizure. But I could not stop playing with my clit… I reached up with the other hand and pinched my nipple and then I felt a feeling like never before, like a dam releasing inside me. I keep pinching and rubbing until the feeling slowed down. I had lost all concepts of time and space. I was sweating from the event of the afternoon, the heat of the changing room and my hands all over me. Forcing myself to dress I got on my bike got my stuff from the locker and headed home. When I got home I was ashamed of myself for what I had done yet couldn’t stop thinking of Jenny with that big penis in her mouth and the cream on her face…..

 

            The next day I was trying to stay busy to try and avoid thinking about the day before. About 2 o’clock my Dad asked me if I wanted a ride to the beach. I said O.K. and before I knew it I was walking down the same beach in the same tight fitting suit heading to the same spot. Having brought a book to read today I wasn’t consumed with thought of yesterday. Trying to stay cool I headed back to the water to cool off. Avoiding touching my boobs was a little difficult but I managed. As I wadded out of the water I saw the same two lifeguards walking towards the rocks again. I had on my sunglasses so I wasn’t worried about them seeing look at them. Just as they were about to go behind the rocks Jen stopped, looked at me and waved. I stared at her, she waved again and I waved back. She smiled and gave me the A.O.K. sign. I sat back down and tried to concentrate but I could not stop staring at the rocks. Just then Jen came out of the rocks and waved to me again. I waved back and she pointed to the top of the rocks were I had watched her and Brad the day before. Then she walked back in. Confused I gathered my stuff and started walking back to the main part of the beach. When I got near the rocks I could hear Jen’s soft moans. I had to go see what was going on. Climbing back to my spot from yesterday I looked over the top of the rock and saw Jen lying on her back. She was completely naked. Brad was lying on top of her; he still had his shorts on. He was sucking on her nipples, on the sides of her boobs and on her neck. She was moving her head back and forth. Her moans were louder. I felt my nipples craving to be touched, sucked. I put my hand inside my top. Pinched my nips and let out a moan. Jen looked up and saw me but Brad had his back to me. She looked me in the eye and smiled, I just keep rubbing my boobs. Then she pushed Brad by the shoulders, I thought it was time for her to suck him like before. Instead Jen pushed his head down towards her pussy. Brad kissed and licked her belly as she smiled at me. Brad then put his mouth on her pussy and Jens face changed. He was sucking and licking and I could hear slurping sounds. Her face was one complete ecstasy. She was biting her lip as she tried to look at me. Brad had moved a hand up to her pussy and had inserted two fingers into her pussy. Jen said she was going to cum. And then she started thrashing as Brad buried his tongue in her pussy. As she came we locked eyes again as she floated in and out of reality. Brad moved up to kiss her on the mouth with the juices of her pussy still on his face. She gladly accepted his tongue. My hands were now inside my shorts and I was stroking my own clit. I thought I was going to have leave before I started screaming. Looking at them again, I saw Brad step out of his shorts, his penis was sticking straight out. Jen asked if he had a condom He replied that he won’t cum in her. Jen rolled onto her tummy and stuck her ass up in the air. I couldn’t believe my eyes when Brad grabbed his penis and started rubbing it on Jens pussy. She turned to help him and looked up at me again, and then she blew a kiss at me. I almost fainted. Then Brad pushed his penis into the folds of Jens pussy. She gasped, told him to go slow. He began to push in and out faster and faster. Jens head was trying to look at me but Brad was pushing her too hard, her head was being pushed into the sand, harder and harder. Jen said” Brad, your hurting me, slow down, Brad please” he said “ shut the Fuck up” Jen cried “Brad please don’t cum in me” He replied in a mean voice” this is for all the times you teased me you bitch” then he pulled his penis out of her. I thought he was going to shoot his cum but instead he grabbed Jen by the hips and rubbed his penis tip on her ass. She said “Brad don’t even think about putting that in my ass” What I thought? Just then He grabbed her by the hair and pushed her face into the sand. Jen was crying now and I saw paralyzed. He grabbed his penis and pushed near her asshole. She started to scream. He slapped her in the side of the face and pushed harder. From my angle I could see it sliding into her ass. Her face a mess of tears, sweat and panic. Harder and harder he slammed into her ass. Looking at Jen again I could see she was starting to moan again. She liked it. Brad said “I’m going to cum” and she replied   “cum in my ass Brad..harder..harder” and then Brad went rigid as he shot his cum in Jens ass. He keep pumping and grunting. She turned to see if I was still there, we locked eyes again. Her face was scrapped up, she tried to smile. Brad pulled out of her and stood, she turned and he grabbed her head and said “ clean my cock off now bitch” and put his penis in her mouth. As she sucked and cleaned him I looked at her and she at me. I saw that she was rubbing her clit as she sucked him and I was rubbing mine as well. Brad grew hard again and came in her face. Just as he did I climbed down and made my way to the changing rooms. The last two days had been ones that I’ll never forget but I still wasn’t ready for what was to happen next………..

By Dick Inkum

(Weeks after her capture and serving as a cocubine, Kara and the other women are sent to the slave market)

In the morning after the party, and all the sex we could stand, we women were loaded onto a wagon and driven to our captors capitol city. We were taken to the back room of an arena to await our fate. About noon the area began to fill.

"Who are these people?" I asked one of our keepers.

"Some are rich old men looking for a second or third wife. Some will buy a girl for their sons or just for recreation. Some are younger men who have lost a wife. Some are brothel keepers who will look for bargains" he replied.

I rather hoped I wasn't a bargain.

The auctioneer called for order. Our group of twelve was led out on stage. I had the creepy feeling of hundreds of people appraising by body for sexual utility.

The auctioneer decided to star with one of the mid-twenties women. He called her forward and disrobed her. There was great applause and many shouts of sexual intent. The auctioneer began taking bids, but wasn't satisfied. He took the girl, spun her around and had her bend over.

"Look at that ass! She'll take all your cock in it. Now what am I bid?" he shouted.

The brothel owners had dropped out at that point. She was eventually sold to a very wealthy merchant.

The next woman up was the other twenty-something in our group. The result was about the same.

I was third. I have to say that when I was stripped, I had to smile at the loudness of the applause and the very lewd remarks.

"Here we have a teenager who will bear many children" said the auctioneer, "she will make an excellent wife or concubine for a young person. Everyone here would love to fuck her and she can be yours!"

The bidding began. The brothel owners, I'm told, stayed in the bidding longer than usual, but eventually an older man with a boy about eighteen or twenty won the bidding at a very high price. I left the stage to await my claiming.

Zetta was up next. She was very nervous when she was stripped. Her virginity was announced and the bidding went very high. The brothel owner would resell her virginity for a very high price. She had hardly started her periods, but she was sold to a brothel where she would immediately fuck four to ten times a day.

The older women (especially those overweight) went at much lower bids. Two of them went to brothels, most as replacement wives.

I was curious about my new owners, but I had to wait until the auction was over. Zetta was crying. I tried to comfort her, a promised I'd try to rescue her if I could. The whorehouse madam came and put her arm around her and led her off.

At length my owners came. The elder man said he had bought me for his sons. Plural?

Yes, he had boys eighteen, sixteen, and fourteen. Fourteen? Yes, he'll grow into a good partner, he assured me.

The father, Mr. Y. said that he expected his oldest son to be married in a year and regardless of where he chose to live, that I would remain in the house. He said I would not be used by the three boys randomly or continuously. He had already considered a schedule. He would tell me later.

The eighteen year old was accompanying him. Arfa was quite nice enough looking and was of medium height and build. He asked me for a kiss. I was glad he asked. After all, he could take what he wanted from his slave.

Mr. Y asked if I had been pregnant. I told him I was a virgin before I was captured and the military made sure I wouldn't get pregnant.

"Ah, yes, of course" he replied.

Arfa looked quizzical. Mr. Y told him he'd explain it later.

We were carted to my new home. It was a very impressive villa in the nicest part of the city. Mrs. Y was quite nice to me though rather imperious. She showed me around the house. I'd have my own bedroom.

I would have household duties in the mornings under the directions of their housekeeper-cook named Meera, an older woman. I would also help serve at feasts and parties.

Mr. Y asked if I could sing, dance, or play an instrument. I could play the lyre a bit. He said I would get lessons in all of these if I showed any talent or desire. I desired.

Starting tomorrow, my sexual favors would be dispensed on a weekly schedule. Alternate days for six days, I would be mistress to Arful (eighteen) and Borth (sixteen). Torf (fourteen would have one day. A sexual working day would start no earlier than two o'clock, have a four to seven dinner break, and resume seven to ten if my master desired. None would sleep with me except by my invitation. I should teach them how to avoid making me pregnant.

"Now" said Mrs. Y, "we must make you some decent clothes".

She called Meera who produced a great deal of material. The cloth was beautiful and I was thrilled. Meera would make me day clothes for work and recreation and I would have four colors of evening dresses required at dinner. The only sandals they had available were noit quite a fit. I was assured that I'd have neew ones in a few days.

This evening we would have a family feast to celebrate my arrival. A feast to honor a slave girl! That probably violated some social code. Wine was served. Mr. Y rose and issued a proclamation.

"Today, we welcome Kara to our family. All of us (he said with a stern look at his sons), will regard her as such and meet our obligations to her as she does to us."

I was flattered and I blushed a bit. I expressed my thanks. Considering my circumstances, I said, I could not anticipate better treatment.

So now I had met all the boys. Borth was a nice boy, just a bit taller than I am and quite slim. God! What would it be like fucking with a boy my age after all the adults who'd had me? Torf was a skinny kid. He was in awe of me. The first three days I would fuck with them serially and then the weekly schedule would begin.

since my mom never gets out we have nice conversations with me always managing to hide my inceteuous thoughts and rock hard cock. me and my mom dont get along well, only because she always yells at me whenever she is mad which is alot.

whenever i see my mom get exicted my mind always goes to the times when i would look in my moms rooms door and see a porno on and her fingering herself. i coudnt see her pussy because when she did masturbate it would be under shorts or pants. i would constantly try to have sex with her but i never took it far enough as too clue my mom in on it.

One early summer saturday, i woke up to the sound of my mom cleaning my room. i watched her as her hips swayed with the vaccum. she then bent down to pick my trashcan up from the floor and i noticed her nice ass. she was wearing short jean shorts with a nice white t shirt. her hair was tied back which made her look more sexy. she was working up a sweat. it must have been 100 degrees out i was even sweating just laying in my bed.

i made a noise and she looked up at me with a smile on her face. "hey sleepy head, bout time you get up." she said. "sleepy head, bout time i get up? its like 9 in the mornin its too early too get up." i said jokingly. "hot enough for you?" she asked with a grin on her face tyring to make small talk. "yea im sweating just layin here." i said. "well im done my house work, im going to go take nice cold shower." she said. " ok ill call you if you need anything." i said as she walked out the room.

i then got out of bed and got in the hallway. i looked in my moms room and saw her take her top off as she went to the bathroom. i then followed her but waited outside the bathroom. i knew i wouldnt get caught because my sister was out for the week at her friends house and if my mom caught me i had all week to explain and apologize.

there i was, watching my own mother stripping off her clothes. her tits were already exposed. they were hard and gleeming with sweat. i watched as she took off her shorts. she was wearing black panties with a gold lace around the sides. it looked so sexy. my cock grew harder and harder reaching the point where i was about to burst watching my mom peel her sweaty panties off her shaven pussy. she then turned on the shower and i knew i had to have her. my mind came up with the perfect plan as she went into the shower and pulled the curtain forward.

i knew i had limited time so i ran to my bathroom and pulled down the curtians and took them apart. then i got naked and went into my moms bathroom with a towel. i slowly pulled the curtains back and hopped in. she didnt notice i was there until i touched her back and said "im sorry, i need a shower. since YOU woke me up ive been sweating and if i dont have a shower now i will faint. the only reason i didnt take a shower in my bathroom is that the curtains broke and i need some help fixing them and i cant wait til ur done or i might faint or somthing. dont worry theres nothing sexual about this I'm your son." i quicly said trying to explain. " i think ill get out now" she said. i quickly grabbed her shoulder and said " hey, ur already wet and there is no need to waste the water so why dont we just have one together, i could wash your hair and your back." she looked into my eyes and said " well that would be nice for a change."

i grabbed the shampoo bottle and started to lather in the shampoo in her hair. i repositioned myself as i massaged her head so i was facing her back. my cock was hard and as i was massaging i moved closer and closer but never actually touching her with my cock.

" O that was wonderful, now do my back." she ordered. i reached for the soap and started to work her back. i sensed that this was the first time in years that a man has actually touched her naked body as she let out a gasp and leaned back into me. now my cock was pressed against her ass crack with my balls hanging down along her ass crack. My cock moved and she jumped forward. " No, just stay here with me." i said as i reached forward and held her with my arm covering her stomach. " No we cant do this, this is incest, please stop." she pleaded

"mom please, just once and i will never do it again unless you like it." i said to her as if she had a choice. i pushed her against the wall as she whimpered. with one hand i held her breast, squeezing it and with the other i put my thumb in her pussy and put my cock in while holding her to the wall with my body. her pussy was so tight. i then leaned over and said. " you'll enjoy this, i know you havent had sex in over a decade you must be dieing inside for some cock. " she didnt say a word

as my cock rested inside her she started to try and push me but the more she resisted the more i pushed my cock harder in. i waited for her to try and actually get away from the wall and when she did i pushed her back agaisnt it with a thrust and as her body jerked forward i started to pump my cock fast in her tight pussy. she let out a moan and i pumped even harder. i whispered in her ear "mom your gonna be my first." and then she started to cry out and as she did i pumped even faster and harder. despite her whimpers i knew she wanted me to go faster and harder. Soon her cum started to drip down my leg and she pushed her pussy more onto my cock. " you like mommys pussy." she said with her orgasm. "yes, yes, yes" i said as i pumped faster and faster.

i pulled out in perfect time to jiz all over her ass and the small of her back. it didnt stay long because the shower quickly washed away all the jiz. " now arent you glad you got all that pent up sexual energy out." i said. she smiled and when i smiled she slapped me and got out of the shower.

nothing was said about what happend. even after a month we never talked about the time i fucked her in the shower. Â

               Meeting Laurie
 A short time after returning home, Terri took a job at a local hair salon. A few weeks later, she brought a young, single, friend, and co-worker home for dinner.
 Laurie seemed friendly and outgoing, and she knew how to play chess. Chess is my favorite game, and Terri didn't play. She had tried playing a few times, but she just couldn’t grasp the game, didn’t like it, and quickly gave up trying to learn.
Therefore, I took full advantage whenever an opponent became available. So, Laurie instantly became a friend and competitor.  Â
 Laurie was only 19-years-old, and she was built very similar to Terri. She was 5’5”, a little on the heavy side, and had a hugh set of tits. Her cute round face always seemed to be smiling. I was fascinated by her.
 After dinner, Terri left us to take a shower, and Laurie and I set up the chess board. Several hours later, Terri had gone to bed, and I had beaten Laurie in three out of five hard fought games. I then took Laurie home, and she promised to return soon for a rematch. Â
 Over the next several weeks, Laurie came by to play chess many times. Our relationship seemed to be getting friendlier as time went on.

                Getting Closer
 Later that summer, Terri and I planned on attending a rodeo held in the northeastern mountains of Arizona. Terri had told Laurie about the event, and Laurie wanted to go with us. She had never seen a live rodeo. Of course, I said yes. I called Laurie to make sure she knew we would be leaving very early the following Saturday and confirmed she still wanted to go with us. I made sure she understood the rodeo would be a long day's event, and we would be returning very late that night.Â
 Well before dawn the following Saturday morning, Terri and I picked Laurie up and headed for the rodeo.Â
 The ride up was uneventful. The rodeo was exciting and the three of us had a great time. The bull riders seemed to really excite Laurie, and she was jumping out of her seat with every ride. Every time she jumped, her hugh tits would nearly hit her in the chin.Â
 I became excited as well, but not over the bull riders.
 After the rodeo, we stopped for dinner at a local joint. When dinner was finished, we began the four to five hour drive home.Â
 Terri said she was tired and got into the back seat. She was fast asleep within a half an hour. Laurie was soon nodding off too. She was sitting in the front passenger seat and leaning against her door. With every bump in the road, she bounced her head off the passenger door window. When I suggested she put her head in my lap, she quickly agreed. As she tried to get comfortable, I gave her a light pat on her right side.
 As she lay in my lap, Laurie began rubbing the inside of my right leg. It wasn’t long before I started getting a hard-on. So here I was, traveling down a dark highway, Terri asleep in the back seat, and Laurie making me horny. What’s a guy to do.Â
 I began gently rubbing Laurie’s side and gradually pulled her blouse out of her jeans. To make sure Laurie knew what she had started, I reached down, grabbed a hand full of jeans-covered ass and squeezed firmly.Â
 Laurie gave a soft moan. She responded by returning my squeeze. As she squeezed my leg, she pushed the back of her head into my hardening cock.Â
 I returned to stroking her now bare midriff and worked my way up to those big tits. We still had a three or four hours to ride, and I was in no hurry. I massaged her tits and gently pinched her nipples through her bra for quite some time. Occasionally, I’d squeeze or pat her ass.Â
 Getting bolder, I reached down and slid my hand inside her jeans. They were too tight to get more than my fingers under her waistband. A quick snap, and a zip, and I was easily rubbing her ass through her panties.Â
 Laurie, in the mean time, had slightly rolled onto her right side and started rubbing my dick through my pants. My hard-on was at full staff by then. She was moaning almost constantly. Â
 With Laurie on her right side, I took the opportunity to unhooked her bra. When I reached around and took a firm hold of her right tit, she loudly gasped. She put her hand on mine and pushed it hard into her tit. Her tits turned out to be one of her most sensitive erogenous area. When I found her nipple and gently pinched it, she put her hand into her pants and began rubbing her pussy through her panties.Â
 Whispering, I told her, “Here, let me help you with that." I reached down inside her jeans and began stroking the length of her outer pussy lips through her panties. They were soon soaked with her juices. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs as wide as she could, given her confined location. Reaching into her panties, I slightly opened her pussy and continued slowly stroking. She began firmly kneading her own tits with both hands. I began alternately dipping a finger into her tight hole and gently rubbing her clit. When she seemed to be near orgasm, I curled my finger so it was constantly rubbing her clit and still in her hole to the second knuckle. Almost immediately, Laurie closed her eyes, slammed her legs together, raised her hips off the seat, and mashed her tits together.Â
 When she calmed down, in a breathless voice she asked, “What was that?”
 “Haven’t you ever had an orgasm before?” I asked.Â
 “I guess not!” she replied.Â
 “I think you have now! Haven’t you ever petted yourself or let a boyfriend pet you?”
 She said, “Yes, I've played with myself, but nothing like that ever happened, and I don't have a boyfriend. Never had one.”Â
 “Then your a virgin?” I asked.Â
 She smiled up at me and said, “Yes!”
 She put her clothes back together and fell asleep in my lap. That’s where she stayed until I dropped her at her home. Â
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                Laurie’s Opening
 Two weeks later, Laurie again came over for dinner and a game of chess. After dinner, Laurie and I set up the chess board. Terri went to take a shower. While getting us something to drink, I decided to take a chance. Coming up behind Laurie, without warning, I reached over her shoulders and into her loose fitting blouse. I grabbed both tits and squeezed. She instantly gasped, brought her hands to mine, and held them there. She tipped her head back, and I gave her a deep passionate kiss. With another firm squeeze to both tits, I let her go and retrieved our drinks. Nothing further happened that night, but I could tell Laurie was on edge. Later, with another passionate kiss, she left for home.Â
 A few days later, Laurie called and told me she had played with her self for hours after getting home after our last chess game. She had been unable to get off like she had on the ride home from the rodeo.
 The next time I saw Laurie was a weekday afternoon. She had the day off while Terri worked. She arrived unannounced supposedly to play chess. The chess board never got set up.
 As we sat on the couch talking, we began petting each other. Laurie was rubbing my thigh while I rubbed her clothed tits. She was soon rubbing my dick through my pants. That produced a ragging hard-on.                          Â
 She told me that after our ride home from the rodeo, she realized she knew practically nothing about sex. Her parents had never spoken of the subject to her. They changed the subject whenever she asked questions. So, she had been reading every how-to book she could find on the subject.Â
 “What have you learned?” I asked.
 “Let me show you.”
 With that Laurie unzipped my pants and took out my hard dick. What a relief. She stroked my dick and kissed its head. She then licked the entire shaft and sucked my balls. Then, without a word, she took me into her mouth. She slowly slid her mouth up and down my dick stopping when she got to the entrance to her throat. She was sucking hard the whole time.Â
 In the mean time, I had unbuttoned her blouse and released her bra. I was firmly squeezing her tits and pinching her hardening nipples.              Â
 It didn’t take long before I told her I was about to cum. Instead of taking her mouth off my dick, she put it to the back of her mouth. A couple of seconds later, she pushed down and swallowed my entire length down her throat. As soon as she had me completely in her throat, she pulled up to where only the head was still in her mouth. Without hesitation, she dove all the way back down on my dick. She repeatedly swallowed and pulled off my dick until I started cuming. Even then, she didn’t stop deep-throating me. She just bobbed up and down faster. She took my entire load down her throat.Â
 When I finished cuming, she pulled off my dick and licked me clean.Â
 “Wow! That was the best blow-job I have ever gotten. Where did you learn that?”
 With a giggle, she said, “Really? I told you I’ve been reading. One of the books I read was on oral sex. I’ve been practicing with bananas and carrots. I thought it sounded like fun.”
 “Was it?”
 With a shy grin, her response was a simple “Uh hu,”
 “Well then, you’re going to love what happens next because it’s my turn to return the favor.”
 With that, I took her hand and led Laurie to the bedroom. We finished undressing each other before lying down.
 I began by sucking and gently nipping her nipples until they were fully erect.   Laurie said, "Damn, my nipples have never been so hard."Â
 I then licked my way down her belly, pausing at her belly-button to give it some attention. Proceeding to kiss mey way down her plump body, I was soon at Laurie's virgin pussy.Â
 Laurie tentatively spread her legs, and I crawled up between them.Â
 As I began licking up and down her sweet slit, she slowly spread her legs wider and wider. She was already soaking wet with her lubricating juices. I separated her outer pussy lips with my tongue, and she started moaning loudly. When I reached her clit, I licked and sucked it until she placed her hands on the back of my head and pulled me firmly to her pussy. As I ground my lips and tongue into her hot hole and clit, Laurie had the second orgasm of her life.Â
 She wildly thrust her hips up to me while moaning, “Oh yes! Oh shit! That feels so good.”
 I continued to minister to her pussy with my tongue as she slowly relaxed.
 I then moved up to lay beside her, and she licked her juices off my face. Holding each other closely, Laurie asked, “Are you going to make love to me?”
 “Only if you want me to.” I answered.
 “Will it hurt?”
 “Probably some.” I told her.
 Laurie pulled on my arm to urge me on top of her, and said, “Please, be gentle.”Â
 As I positioned my dick at the entrance of her virgin love hole, I could tell she was getting tense. So, I slid down and warmed her up a little more with my tongue. She raised her knees and was rapidly humping my tongue. I again moved to position my dick at her hole. She smiled and closed her eyes.Â
 With a gentle push, I inserted the head of my dick into her opening. Two or three inches more and I was pushing at her hymen. I took a few short strokes without breaking through her cherry.Â
 She was so naive. She said, "You feel good in me. It doesn’t hurt at all."
 I told her, "We haven’t popped your cherry yet." I returned to pressing against her hymen and told her, "If I go any further, you will no longer be a virgin." Holding still, I asked if she wanted me to continue.Â
 She answered by squeezing my neck, raising her knees, spreading her legs wider, and whispering, “Please, yes.”
 I pulled back until only the head of my dick was in her pussy. With one smooth long push, I fully entered her. Her hymen gave some light resistance before giving way as I passed through. Laurie gave a yelp and held me tightly. When I had me cock fully buried in her freshly opened pussy, I held still for a short time to allow her to get used to this new experience.Â
 Before continuing, I asked her if she was OK. She said it hurt but not too bad. She said she wanted me to go on. I began slowly pumping in and out of Laurie's tight pussy. Since I had already cum from her great blow-job, it took a while before I was ready to cum again. By that time, Laurie was starting to enjoy her first fuck. Trying to remember I had promised to be gentle, I warned her I was about to cum, and I wanted to pump into her a little harder.Â
 She grinned and said, “Good!”
 Slowly picking up speed, I was soon hammering in and out of her tender pussy.Â
 Laurie had a slight grimace on her face. Any pain she felt didn’t stop her from wrapping her legs around me and returning my thrusts. With one final hard, deep, thrust, I buried myself in Laurie's pussy and came deep inside her newly opened pussy.Â
 Laurie arched her back and used her legs to pull me as deep as possible into her.
 We stayed locked together until my cock softened. I pulled out of her and we cuddled closely. As we lay with her head on my shoulder, Laurie hugged me and softly cried.Â
 I asked, "Why the tears, Honey?"
 She said she was sorry she had waited so long to have sex and thanked me for being so gentle with her.
 Over the next few months, Laurie and I had numerous rendezvous. We either fucked, which she was really getting into, or she gave me one of her fantastic deep-throat blow-jobs.
 That fall, Laurie moved out of state, and I never saw her again. I believe somewhere out there is one well fucked and sucked guy. I hope he knows just how lucky he is to have a lover like Laurie.                     Â
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Eventually she started writing on the board, and before I could signal a "coast is clear" to Cheryl, I found her hand groping my crotch; she seemed a lot braver than I had been with her. She kneaded and fondled the general vicinity of my penis which quickly sprang into erect mode, growing to its full length. Cheryl must've noticed it doing so before I did, because she quickly grabbed it and started to play with it. Just then the teacher began to turn back to the class, so we returned to our hard-at-work poses.

When next we had some privacy I fended off Cheryl's hand, instead putting mine on her legs, and immediately travelling up to her hips, and across to her crotch, where I got straight down to stroking her vagina through the material of her trousers. I noticed that she was reclining a bit more now, and that her eyes were closed - now, cheryl has a habit of falling asleep in sociology, we all do; but she seems the only one not to try and be sly about it. Unfortunately, this frequently draws the attention of the teacher. I carried on stroking her, and she started making noises; the stereo-typical moans of pleasure. Not loudly, but just enough so as to make me worried that she would get loud enough to warrant the teacher's attention if I continued stroking her. As such, I stopped stroking her crotch, and instead I returned my hand to my own lap, where I slowly undid my zipper, nudging cheryl to get her attention.

After a bit of indecision on her part, she slid her hand inside my jeans, and undid the buttons on the front of my boxers. Finally getting some one-on-one attention, dicky boy sprang up into the gap and into Cheryl's hand. My dick was by now sticking right up out of my trousers, with Cheryl's hand firmly about my shaft, moving slowly up and down.

At this point I decided it would be a good idea to stop, as things could get extremely difficult if the teacher turned around in the next few seconds to the sight of Cheryl holding my dick.

I must have been psychic - the very second I finished doing up my fly and returning my hands to the keyboard of my laptop, she spun on her heel and dismissed the class; I couldn't believe the class had gone by so quickly.

Pt III coming soon, which includes the addition of another classmate, one who DID notice Cheryl grabbing my crotch.

"Well, aren't you going to strip too?"

"Ok." He ripped off his clothes and roughly grabbed my ass and picked me up and put me on the bed.

He immediately plunged his cock deep inside me. It was painful to have a twelve inch cock in me, but I like the pain, it felt good. He started to fuck me.

"Faster, Faster, Harder, Harder Baby!!!" I screamed.

As he fucked, he grabbed and squeezed my 36c boobs to stop them from bouncing in his face. He suddenly exploded a load of cum in me. We quickly got off the bed to avoid wetting all of it. Soon, I started cumming again and there was a pool of it on the ground. We kept going for an a few hours until I was bleeding and he was panting for breath.

But I was still horny as hell. He had was already extremely tired, so I decided to go to the bathroom. I turned the shower on as high and hot as it would go. I laid down and let the water hit my pussy, filling it up and hitting my clit. I started to moan, spasms were running through my body.

After nearly half an hour, I finally decided to come out, and started sucking my boyfriend's cock. He was immediately aroused and took it out and put it up my pussy again. We fucked even more than before and it was midnight until we both fell asleep, and he was still in me

When she finished showering, she quickly dried herself off and ran, naked, to her room, past the open door of her 18 year old brother’s room. Back in her room, she picked up the first underwear she found – a white lacy bra and matching thong – and put them on, followed by her school uniform. This was a white blouse, black top over this, a short, black, pleated skirt and knee-high black socks. When dressed, she messily put her hair into a ponytail, grabbed her bag and ran down the stairs and out of the house, only stopping to answer her brother’s call of ‘bye, sis’. As she walked quickly to school, a breeze kept catching between her legs, urging her to finish her interrupted work. However much Emily wanted to, she couldn’t stop, because she needed to get to school on time and avoid being late.

As she ran into her form room, her chest heaving, she narrowly avoided a detention once again, and asked permission to go to the bathroom to sort herself out. Her heavy breathing attracted attention from some boys in the corridor, but Emily carried on to the toilets and fixed herself in the mirror. She took her hair out of the messy ponytail it was in and put it into plaited pigtails – she had geography with her favourite teacher, Mr James, that morning and had to look her sexiest for him. As the bell rang, she walked to her mostly uneventful first lesson and spending it bored as her friends talked to her about pointless things that Emily wasn’t interested in. The lesson seemed to drag on forever, but when the bell finally did ring, she rushed hastily to geography.

In this class, Emily sat at the back with Jack. Jack was a tall guy, with light brown hair, a gorgeous face, sexy smile and skin that seemed to be permanently tanned. He was one of the few guys in her year that Emily thought was worth a second look, and she did a lot of watching him. However, in this lesson, her focus was usually on the man at the front of the class. Mr James was about 6’3” and all the girls wanted him. He was a relatively new teacher, and had started just the year before. He was 24 years old with a nice smile and, from what Emily could tell, a great body. His hair was spiked and blonde, and in all of his classes, the girls focused on him while the guys just talked. Emily just watched him as he spoke about tectonics or something, she wasn’t concentrating on his words, and soon, she was feeling that wetness coming back between her legs. With the combined troubles of her sexy teacher, hot friend sat next to her and having not got off that morning, Emily thought she needed some fun.

She looked sideways at Jack and he smiled at her, so she smiled back. She shifted her chair a little closer to him, unnoticeably, and put her hand on his thigh. He looked to his thigh, and then to Emily, but she continued to look forwards smiling. She began to stroke up and down his thigh, her fingers getting closer to his groin with each stroke. His mouth was open slightly and he was transfixed, watching this sexy girl coming on to him. As she reached the top of his thigh, she squeezed and looked into his eyes. They seemed to plead for more from her. She smiled again and undid his trousers. She pulled down the zip slowly, so that nobody would hear them if they were close. She pulled out his semi-hard penis and admired it lying on his leg. He shifted in his seat a little to let her know he was ready for her, and she slowly began to stroke his shaft up and down. His cock quickly hardened and she sped up her stroking a little, pulling the foreskin up and down to allow the breeze to tease the head of his dick while she stroked him. She brought her face closer to his and he kissed her face softly a few times, and went to her neck as she continued to stroke his 7” hard cock up and down. As he kissed her, Emily unbuttoned the bottom of Jacks shirt so that she could see his hot body. He had a very nicely developing stomach, and this was just as tanned as his arms and gorgeous face. She ran her free hand over his chest and abs as she turned in to kiss him on the lips. They were startled by Mr James shouting at another pupil, and though she kept his dick in her hand, she felt it best to be less obvious about what was happening. She resumed her stroking and the wetness between her legs was still building. Soon it got too much for her, and she leaned over Jack. Her head went to his crotch, and she took 6 of his 7 inches into her mouth, sucking on his cock like a lollipop. As she bobbed up and down, Jack moaned softly and then quickly bit his lip to prevent any more. He let her continue and then whispered to her that he was going to cum, as he thrust his hips a little off the seat to get deeper down her throat. She pulled her head up from his cock and pulled him into a kiss, furiously stroking his dick again. Their tongues danced in each others mouths, and this suppressed his moan as he came over Emily hand and his own, still exposed stomach. He pulled away from their kiss and pecked her on the lips once more, smiling that sexy smile to give his thanks. She smiled back and lowered her head to his stomach, licking up his cum and swallowing it down her throat.

As Jack buttoned up the bottom of his shirt and Emily tidied herself up, the bell went to tell them it was their break. However, as Emily and jack were ready to leave;

“Emily, could you stay behind please. Jack, you can go to break.” Mr James said. Emily and Jack exchanged a slightly worried glance, but he smiled at her again as he closed the door behind him. Emily became quite flustered. After her fun with Jack during the lesson, and now being up close to a fantasy of hers, she was very hot between the legs.

“Now Emily, I think you know what this is about” Mr James went on. “You’re far behind in class as it is; I need your full concentration in lessons.” Phew, thought Emily, he hadn’t seen what her and Jack were doing.

“Yes Sir, I know, but I find it hard to concentrate in class sometimes…” Emily replied.

“Well maybe I should move you next to a person that you’re not going to get on with as well as Jack, someone who you won’t have as much fun with.” Emily was shocked. Not only because Mr James had seen what she had been doing with Jack, but now also because he had a noticeable bulge forming in his trousers. She eyed it hungrily, and he saw her looking.

“Sir...” she was interrupted by Mr James

“Call me Phil, Emily” he said as he stroked a few stray hairs from her eyes.

“Ok then, Phil, I’m sorry, if you leave me where I am, I promise to pay more attention in future, it’s just today I…I wasn’t really…thinking for myself” but Mr James had stopped listening. He stood up and met Emily’s lips with his own. They were in a deep embrace, and she couldn’t help but smile. One of her biggest fantasies was coming true. As they pulled away from the kiss, Phil pulled down his trousers while Emily unbuttoned his shirt. She was right about his body. As his shirt slid off his shoulders, his muscled chest and stomach were exposed. She couldn’t help running her hands over his chest and licking his body, paying attention to his nipples. At this he moaned and squeezed Emily’s plump, sexy ass in his hand.

Mr James, stood only in his boxers, pulled off Emily’s top and blouse, and stared for a short while at her amazing breasts, just screaming for his attention. He once again kissed her full on the lips, and unbuttoned her skirt at the side. It fell to the floor and she looked fantastic in her sexy underwear and those knee high socks, Phil thought. He stroked her legs, squeezed her ass and kneaded her tits through her minimal clothing, and she was loving every second of it. Her thong was soaked with her juices from the eventful day so far, and she needed more than ever to be satisfied. Moving his hand round to her back, Phil unsnapped Emily’s bra and her boobs stood proud from her chest. She stood in awe as he moved his mouth to her hard pink nipple and he sucked on it as he massaged the other breast. He had a process of swapping between her breasts and licked outwards on them, to stimulate her more. She welcomed this with lots of moaning and she stroked his hair as she pushed his head onto her waiting breasts. Soon, Phil lowered his tongue down her stomach and he ripped down her soaking thong with his teeth, inhaling the sweet smell of her teen pussy as he did so. When this was done, he probed her pussy with his tongue, licking and sucking on her clit, before delving into her pussy deep, causing her to moan and call out his name.

”Oh Phil, baby, please, suck me dry baby, fuck me with your tongue, come on baby.” This gave Phil even more incentive and arousal to get the job done and he sped up, flicking his tongue over her clit more often. As her breathing quickened, she spoke to him again;

“Oh Phil, please baby, fuck me now, I want you inside me while I cum, I want your nice hard dick tearing me apart.” This was enough for her teacher, and he jumped up and bent Emily over his desk. He tore down his boxers and thrust into her soaking wet pussy, passing no resistance. ‘Hmm’, he thought, she’s done this before…’ This turned him on so much, he just smiled and rammed into her as hard as he could. She was screaming for his cock, wanting more and more from her sexy teacher, and this brought Phil ever closer to his own building orgasm. Soon, she called out loudly and her pussy contracted against his 8” dick, squeezing it hard as she came over him;

“Oh Phil, fuck me, fuck me hard, yeah, come inside me sir, fuck your slut of a student hard, oh yeah, baby, fuck that’s good…’ Emily’s orgasm and dirty talk forced Mr James into his own huge orgasm, deep inside Emily’s pussy.

“Oh Emily, fucking hell…I’ve never had suck a good, tight pussy around my dick, oh baby I had to cum in you, fuck yeah…” His thrusting slowed and he pulled his softening cock out of Emily’s pussy, covered in their mixed juices. As they kissed again, she tasted her own sweet juice on his tongue and they both squeezed the other’s ass.

They watched each other dress back into their clothes, kissed once more and Emily left the classroom, just as the bell rang for her third lesson. Outside the geography room, Jack was waiting for Emily.

“Hey baby” he said as he leaned in and kissed her. “You didn’t get in any trouble for what we did, did you?”

“No baby, don’t worry. Me and Mr James sorted everything out” replied Emily with a smile.

“Oh good” said jack, relieved, and he pushed Emily against the wall and kissed her passionately once more. “We’ll have to carry on our lesson sometime, won’t we baby?” said Jack happily, a smile playing across his lips.

“Hmm, definitely baby” she answered, laughing and grinning to him. He smiled back, and put his hand on her ass, squeezing lightly as they walked to her next lesson.

Let me know what you think, it’s my first story. Email any suggestions or improvements to arlopinkstaff@yahoo.co.uk     It’s my first story so go easy lol, thanks.