rried.  Her desire for spanking had been evident since she was thirteen; it had taken over thirty years for her to realise her needs.

We met whenever we could, and soon I had built up a collection of spanking implements and the sessions where quite prolonged.  After at least an hour of over the knee spanking and paddling, we would progress to a severe caning, often with over 150 strokes.

Jenna during these session had admitted that she also had started reading various spanking and fetish magazines, which her husband strangely bought and enjoyed, but did not practice in real life; much to Jenna frustration.  After she had visited a BDSM fair one weekend, she had told me of some of the items that given her a sexual tingling.  These included various bondage cuffs and straps, and in particular some silicon butt plugs and an enema kit.  Taking note I visited a fetish supplier ‘on line’ and bought some of the items Jenna had talked about with what could only be described as lust.

They arrived surprisingly quickly and I took them to our next meeting.  As usual after our initial spanking, where she was over my knee, with her skirt raised and with her panties around her ankles, Jenna was excited and had a wet pussy.  As I was caressing her bottom I was lightly brushing her labia, and as her level of excitement rose she pushed back to increase the pressure on her love lips.  I reminded her about the items that had excited her at the BDSM fair.  She remained quiet when I asked if she wanted to experience them or was it all talk.  She did not answer, so I lent over to my bag and opening a side pouch removed a purple silicon butt plug.  It was one of the smaller ones, only about the thickness of a thumb and twelve centimetres long.  It also had a distinct curve on the initial half of its length.  As Jenna was laying over my lap she could not see what I was holding.  Using her natural lubrication to coat the toy which was leaking from her cunt, I then placed the tip at the puckered entrance of her anus.  I was surprised that it slipped straight in with little effort.  Jenna let out a moan - not of pain but of pleasure.  I fucked her arse with it, and she was soon cumming; in fact much quicker than she did when she had been finger-fucked.

After she had recovered, I asked her if she still wanted to try an enema?  She said that she did but was nervous to.  As Jenna  was somewhat submissive I took the lead, and picking up my bag, told her to get up the stairs and go into the bathroom.  I laid some towels on the tiled floor, and told her to take her clothes off.  While she did that, I took what I needed out of my bag.  As Jenna was now naked I told her to lay on the towels and to lay on her left side.  I was now filling  an enema bag with warm water at 40°C using a digital thermometer to check.  I knelt next to her, removed the butt plug and lubricated her sphincter, then eased the rounded tip of the tube which ran from the filled bag in. The bag was hanging from the rail of the shower curtain.  I reached up and opened the valve at the base of the bag and the fluid started to fill her.  As it was her first time, I had only put 1½ litres in the bag.  When it had all entered her, I carefully removed the nozzle, and replaced the butt plug.  After several minutes Jenna said that she wanted to let it out.  I told her to hold the fluid for longer.  I waited till she was very uncomfortable and told her she could sit on the toilet and remove the plug.  She moved quickly and she squatted over the bowl and jerked the butt plug from her hole.  Once evacuated, she let out a cry of relief.  I was unsure as to whether she had found it pleasurable or not but she had a big grin on her face, and looked contented.  It had done something for her, just as the arse fucking with the butt plug had.  As she sat contentedly she stared to finger her labia and then she was frigging herself.

It had also been a big turn-on for me too.  I was hard and so I pulled her on to the floor so that she was on all fours.  I unzipped and kneeing behind her placed the head of my cock against her ring-piece and pushed forward, while Jenna realising what was happening pushed back in response.  As her anus had been probed and stimulated I slipped in easily and was thrusting quickly, while spanking her arse simultaneously to add to the sensations she felt.  Her tight orifice was really stimulating my cock and I was soon ready to cum.  As I had noted earlier, Jenna came quickly too and as jets of my seed were released, she groaned and came too, then slumped on the tiled floor.  We moved to the spare bedroom and I took my cane from the bag with us.  We lay there recovering from the intense feeling of this new aspect of our fetish lifestyle.  Jenna was surprised how much she had been turned on and how quickly she had come from the anal stimulation.  Her husband had made it clear that he was not interest in any way in  any such anal games; not even fucking her arse.  As we lay there I was stroking and caressing the fleshy globes of her bottom.

I was automatically giving her bottom gentle spanks.  Then I told her to lie on the bed face down.  I took some of the pillows and placed them under she abdomen, thus raising her bottom.  Standing at the side of the bed, I placed the cane against her, positioning it.  I now raised the rod and swung it up and then down across the fleshy globes.  I continued, quickly giving twenty blows.  These left several red stripes across her bottom.  I continued, but stopped occasionally to stroke and gently rub the red and striped flesh.  My finger tips felt the raised marks and some that where not so obvious.  Jenna was becoming excited again and making sounds of being sexually worked up.  When we were close to one hundred strokes, Jenna was near to orgasm and then she was cumming.  I continued to give more strokes and she came over and over again.  Then she suddenly slumped forward, and was off in ‘subspace’.  I stopped her caning and lay next to her and held her till she started to recover.  It took a while for her to be able to speak, and she was weak and shaky for at least twenty minutes.  I let her lay there and disappeared to make some tea and bought it back.  We had that and then cuddled, and soon Jenna was asleep.  I quietly collected up my bits and pieces, and kissed her goodbye, leaving her to sleep.

Later that night we chatted on internet messaging.  Jenna said it had been the most intense of our sessions so far, and thanked me for giving her a wonderful first anal experience and taking her into ‘subspace’.

her neck and down to her nipples. Mom moans grabing his head urging for him to go lower. He then kisses his way down to her navel and teases it for a while. "Don't tease me Tony." I gasp as my dad proceeds to my mothers bikini waxed vagina. From there its hard to see what he is doing, but whatever it is it seems to work wonders for mom. She clutches the dresser and wall as she gets closer to cumming. Dad stops all of a sudden leaving mom with unsatisfied look on her face. He picks her up with her legs wrapped around his waist and lays her on the bed. He takes of his boxers and inserts his huge penis in my moms hot cunt causing her to gasp with approval. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard Tony!" Dad then bangs in and out as hard as he can making mom scream, catching herself she bites her lips trying to be quiet as her perky c boobs bounce everywhere. I find myself attacking my clit as mom gets on top and brings out her inner cowgirl, bucking as if she was on an angry bull. Dad groans loudly as mom cums, quickening her pace. "I'm cumming Jane!" Mom abrutly jumps off and sucks dad off to his complition. Not being able to take it any longer I climax. I felt as if a lightening bolt of pleasure just struck my clit and I almost collasped to the hard, glossy wood floor. I looked back up at my parents to find them cuddled up kissing each other. I retreat to my bedroom and go back to sleep dreaming of what I just saw.

Around 9 o'clock I get up and take a shower. After I get out, wrapped in my towel I hear a knock on my door. "What's up" I yell. "Hey if you wanna eat you gotta fix it yourself! Mom's alittle tired this morning," My brother responds. I shake my head with a smirk "Wanna know why she's tired" With that my brother opens the door making my drop my towel from surprise. "..Why" He asks staring at my revealed flesh. "Mom and Dad had alittle TLC earlier this morning." I giggle picking up the towel. "Ohhh, and you were spying on them Jeez and you didnt even bother to wake me up" he laughs. I smile and dry my body as he stands there."You gonna watch" "Hell yea, unless you want me to do more.." he says getting closer. "Not right now, I gotta go shopping for some school clothes with friends" I say putting a hand up. "Damn. Well you know where to find me," he says and spanks my ass. I get dressed and call my friends Claire and Michelle. We meet up at the local mall.

"Hey Anna! DARLING!" Claire says using her posh voice. "Claire! It's been like forever. Like 3 days" I laugh, "where's Michelle" "I don't know she was suppose to be here like 10 seconds ago! She's always on time unless..." "Unless she's with Brock," we say in unison. We look around until we finally find Michelle and Brock making out in the parking lot. I clear my throat loudly breaking them from their kiss. "Oh hey guys!" Michelle says hugging us. Brock just nods his head, waves and leaves. "Well what's up his ass this morning" |Claire asks. "More like wats up mine," Michelle mutters. We both snap our heads to look at Michelle. "You didnt!" Claire squeals. "I did, it was good actually. Rocky at first but it was explosive!" "Mmm, sounds good but lets go shopping before we miss the sales. We'll talk about the deets later." I say steering both of them in the direction of the mall.

We literally shop until we drop. By the time I get home I'm to tired to even get out of my car. But somehow I muster enough energy to get in the house and in my room, leaving my shoping bags in my car. 10 minutes after lying my head on my nice fluffy pillow there is a knock on my door. "Who's there" "Your Father" I don't move, knowing he's coming in anyways. He opens the door, "Well looks like you just ran the million mile race!" "I did! The race for shoe deals, " I laugh, sitting up "so wats up" My dad smiles and I look down at his package to find it poking out. I raise an eyebrow and he lowers himself on top of me. We kiss deeply intertwining our tongues as he fondles my breasts. I hear footsteps and then my door opens and my brother comes bursting in."hey wat...."he stares at us in shock for a moment and then decides to join us.

I wake up to both my bro and my dad passed out on my bed. I slowly get up and grab my robe. As I make my way downstairs I wonder where my mom is. "Ma?"

"In here!" She yells out of our kitchen. 'Oh shit! does she know? Oh gosh,'I think to myself as I innocently enter the kitchen. She doesn't even look up at me when I come in. I clear my throat and get a drink of water."So-" I begin. "Yes, I know Anna" She says in a tone I can't cypher. I'm speachless and can't find anything to say, ask, or do at this point. "But-um..." "You're father has had this fantasy for awhile now and..I don't know. I somewhat...never mind." She says shaking her head and before I could continue the converstion in walks dad. Before he could say a word I excuse myself from the kitchen and run to my room. When I get there Charles is laying on my bed watching my tv. "Don't you have a TV in your room bonehead?" "Yea, but my TV doesn't come with a smoking hot sis for me to fuck," he says grabbing my waist. We kiss for what seems like ages then I break it. "Later, I wanna meet Claire down at the park." He sighs and flops back on my bed. I giggle at his childish behavior and I take my shower and leave for the park.

Upon arriving Claire is in our normal sitting spot waiting for me. "Hey Shelly!" "Hey!" I flop down on the grass beside her. "So what's new?" "ugh," I reply and lay my head in her lap. "What I miss?" I laugh, "ALOT!" We sit in the grass laughing ohing and awing as I tell her about my crazy couple of weeks. "Oh my gosh! What the hell! So what does you're mom think?" "Well, thats the thing...I over heard her and dad talking about it and she was talking to me in the kitchen earlier and then Dad walked in. I don't know." "HA! Maybe she's bi too!" She laughs. "...Oh..my..gosh! My mom? yea right! Not in a million..." I sit there thinking for a minute. "Wow!" We continue to ponder the idea and then decided it was possible that it was more than just a fantasy.

On my way home I began thinking about my mom's body and how toned she is with her long legs and perky C cups. I almost for get that I'm walking and nearly bump into my neighbor. "Sorry Mr. Humphrey!" I say in a trance as I walked across my yard and into the house. I close and lock the door behind me and put my keys on the table. I noticed all the cars were gone and came to the conclusion that I was the only one home. I went into the den and just before I could turn on the TV I hear a low groan coming from my parents room. I get up from the couch and slowly walk up to the door. It's barely cracked and I ease it open some more to see my mom rubbing her shaved pussy and watching what seems like Lesbian porn. I gasp and cover my mouth at the site. My mom is Bi! I could feel the flow of my juices beginning to drip on my panties. After awhile she cums and I take the chance and walk in and start sucking on her twitching clit. She startes screaming and holding my head as I lick and suck her hot cunt.  "Oh fuck yes! Suck your mommie sweet pussy!" She screams rubbing her pussy in my face. I moan on her clit making her arch her back. "Oh! Take off your clothes! NOW!" I immediately rip off my clothes and position myself in 69. We both  are now sucking and sticking each others pussies. "Oh FUCK! MMM! Deeper!"  I first put two then three fingers in my moms juicy, hot cunt. "MMM! Lick it yea! Lick your daughters juices!" We both cum violently sucking on each others pussies when we here a knock on the door.

"Hope we aren't interrupting the festivites!" My dad said with a smirk.....

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Michele pulled at her bonds, struggling and wriggling on the bed trying to break free for a few minutes until she realised that she was securely tied and had no way of escaping.  Ellie sauntered over to the bed and looked down at Michele,

 

“Well honey, looks like we have you just where we want you; I think we are going to start to really have some fun now,” she sneered.

 

Michele opened her mouth to scream and Ellie slapped her face hard.  Michele’s face was jerked to one side with the force of the blow and her eyes watered with the pain.

 

“Look bitch, you can try to scream all you like, but if you do I’m going to invite my friends here to smack you around a bit as a prelude to whatever else they’re going to do to you.  And once they’ve done that we can gag you if you still insist on making a fracas, although I’m sure they have better ways of stuffing your mouth, so shut the fuck up or wear the consequences,” Ellie threatened.

 

Realising that resistance was useless, Michele lay still and contemplated the circumstances in which she now found herself.  She had already seen Ellie and the fat cop who she had encountered earlier in the evening; she wondered who else comprised “we” Ellie had spoken of; she looked around to see who else was in the room.  There were three other men sitting at a table drinking.  Their chairs were turned towards the bed and they had obviously been entertained by the performance provided by Ellie fellating the cop while they waited for Michele to come around.

 

They were rough looking types, dressed in jeans and T-shirts; solidly built and appeared to be in their middle forties.  The men were talking amongst themselves in gruff voices; their language vile and littered with swearwords.  Their eyes glistened as they looked hungrily at Michele tied to the bed.

 

“I won’t worry too much about formal introductions Michele if you don’t mind.  You met my friend here from the local constabulary on your way to the party earlier in the evening, and I suppose it’s fair to say you’ve known him only briefly but certainly intimately,” Ellie smiled cruelly.

 

“These other three gentlemen are also aficionados of special ladies like ourselves; that is to say they have a penchant for attractive transvestites; and they particularly like a little bit of, shall we say, extremism when it comes to sexual encounters.”

 

“They are very close friends of mine, and over the years I’ve been able to sacrifice quiet a few ‘virgins’ to the altar of their desires; if I might wax poetic,” Ellie went on.

 

“Most of the girls I have lured into their clutches have left having eventually enjoyed the encounters; a few have not; but none have ever been a position to complain.  So I suggest you just relax and enjoy what I am about to allow you to experience; if nothing else you will at least leave this room enlightened as to what two transvestites and four hungry mature men can accomplish in the way of sating their appetites.” Ellie finished.

 

Ellie turned to the three men who had been eagerly watching and listening to her explain the situation to Michele, like a pride of lions watching their wounded prey.  Their eyes glittered in the darkened room as they feasted with wanton lust on the bound transvestite.  Michele’s miniskirt had ridden up when she had struggled at her bonds and her luscious nylon sheathed legs were exposed right up to the tops of her thighs and her red satin panties peeked from under the hem of her skirt.

 

“Gentlemen, meet Michele.  Michele, meet the gentlemen,” Ellie introduced them sarcastically.

 

“As for you, my law enforcing accomplice; you can sit over there on the lounge and I will keep you suitably amused whilst Michele and our three comrades entertain us.”  Ellie sauntered over to an overstuffed lounge which had been positioned beside the bed.

 

The three men rose as one and sauntered over to the bed and they looked down and surveyed Michele tied to the bed.  They stared at the middle aged whore; her black leather miniskirt rucked up around her waist from her struggles, her red lace garters clipped to her black stocking tops; legs spread wide and her ankles tied to the bed just above her black high-heeled sandals; her red painted toenails visible through the diaphanous nylon.  Michele’s leopard-skin print nylon blouse was opened at the top displaying her red satin brassiere.

 

Michele’s face was framed by her brunette wig the lighter tints highlighted in the lamplight, her heavily mascared eyes peeked from under her fringe, emphasised by her blue and pink eyeshadow. Her rouged cheeks and ruby red lipsticked lips were accentuated by her pale foundation and face powder.  Michele’s earrings and necklace glittered in the dim light.

 

One of the men noticed her anklet glittering and reached out and caressed her ankle and then slowly ran his hand up her leg to her stocking top, stopping briefly to play with her garter strap and then continued up her thigh until his hand rested on the front of her panties.

 

“She’s wearing pantyhose under her panties and stockings guys; looks like this whore will need to buy a new pair tomorrow,” he chuckled to the others.

 

Michele wriggled as she felt the man’s hands on her leg and panties.

 

“Hold still now honey; Michele is it?  My friend is going to untie your legs and if you give us any trouble; well Ellie has already explained what we will do,” he threatened.

 

Michele felt the bonds on her ankles loosen and then her ankles were free; she tried to close her legs but the man who had untied her legs now held them wide apart and pushed her ankles down on the bed. 

 

“Keep her like that Joe; if she moves or makes a sound belt her one,” said the man who had his hand on her thigh to the man holding her legs down.

 

Then he and the other man started to undress; they dropped their clothes where they stood and kicked them away into the centre of the room.  One of the naked men then relieved Joe of his task and Joe shucked out of his clothes so that all three of them were now naked.  Michele strained her neck up off the bed and saw the three men standing around the bed with their erections standing proud under their round bellies.  She started to cry and the man named Joe slapped her once across the face.

 

“Keep quiet bitch; last warning!  Next time you will get a proper belting,” he growled.

 

“Fuck she looks good,” said the man who had stroked her legs, “can I fuck her first?”

 

“I think that’s only fair Steve,” Joe replied, “I fucked the last trannie that Ellie got for us first.  You ok with that Bill?”

 

“Sure,” Bill answered, “I’d prefer a blow job before I fuck her anyway.”

 

Michele’s head was spinning; she knew that resistance was futile, maybe she could reason with them?

 

“Look, Bill, Joe, Steve; what about if you untie my wrists and just let me go?  I won’t tell anyone about this honest.  You’ve had your fun now so the joke’s over; come on guys let me go,” Michele Begged.

 

All three of the men standing over Michele, the fat cop, and Ellie laughed in unison.

 

“You silly cunt; we ain’t joking; and we ain’t letting you go; and I’ll let you into a little secret Michele; you won’t be telling anyone about what happens here tonight.”

 

“Are you really going to admit to being a transvestite?  And anyway who you going to tell; the police?  Our friend Bob over there is the police you dumb cunt!”

 

“And I gotta let you into a little secret; our real names aren’t Bill, Joe, Steve and Bob.  Sure you know Ellie is Eddie but Ellie saved you when you got drunk and passed out at the party.  She was your saviour and friend tonight in front of all those witnesses; do you really think anyone is going to believe that she took you up to her hotel room and gave you to four men to have their way with?  It’s just ludicrous!” Joe lectured Michele.

 

“Now shut the fuck up and you take what we give you and you won’t get hurt; like Ellie said you might even enjoy it,” he finished.

 

“I know how to shut her up,” Bill said and bent down and began to kiss Michele on her painted red lips.

 

Michele felt Bill’s tongue invade her mouth and attempted to move her head out of the way but it was useless, he continued to kiss her, the taste of whisky and cigarettes on his breath.  She felt one of the men; Joe she figured as Steve had hold of her legs, untie her wrist and grip it firmly.  He moved her hand down and then she felt her hand come into contact with his erect member and she tried to flinch it away.

 

“Don’t you fucking well make me hurt you bitch; you take what I give you and don’t even think of hurting me down there,” Joe growled.

 

Michele wrapped her fingers lightly around the rubbery fat cock and placidly held it there.  Joe held her wrist and began to slide his cock in and out of her loosely clenched fingers.  He looked down at his thickening member wrapped in Michele’s hand, her red painted fingernails accentuating her delicate fingers, and groaned. He swayed back and forth on his heels and fucked her hand.

 

“Oh yeah; wank that cock baby! Wank that cock!” he moaned.

 

Michele felt her other wrist being untied and when her right arm was freed it was placed over Bill’s shoulder and she left it there, limp, so that she held him in a faux embrace.  Bill sat on the bed as he continued to kiss Michele and he felt her start to respond.  Gently at first, she tentatively slipped her tongue into his mouth and then when he pressed his lips harder against her lipstick painted mouth, she kissed him back passionately.

 

Michele was becoming aroused despite the fact that she was being forced to participate in their debased game.  Bill’s kisses were deep and exciting; she responded despite her feeling of abhorrence and used her free arm to embrace him.  Instinctively her right hand clasped onto Joe’s cock and started to slowly masturbate him.  She felt her fingers slide along the sleek hard shaft and then over the spongy bulbous head; she manipulated the sensitive area at the bottom of glans and heard him sigh.

 

Bill lifted his face from hers and Michele reluctantly allowed him to escape her embrace.  He bent down and kissed her lightly on her lips and then both eyelids.

 

“God you are one pretty whore,” he whispered into her ear.

 

Michele became more excited and felt her own cock hardening inside her satin panties.  Bill shifted position so that he was kneeling on the bed, his groin next to Michele’s head.  She offered scant resistance when he turned her head towards his erect member and rubbed it on her lips.  Michele opened her lips and skimmed her tongue across the head of Bill’s penis.  Bill pushed forward and his glans slid over her lips and into her warm wet mouth; he rocked back and forward and pushed his cock in and out of her mouth; fucking Michele’s oral cavity as her lipsticked lips clamped on his shaft and her tongue lashed at his cock-head.

 

Michele couldn’t help herself; she was enjoying playing the role of a whore; sucking Bill’s cock whilst she stroked Joe’s cock with long slow strokes.  She enjoyed the feeling and taste of the hard member in her mouth, unlike the fat stubby cock of the cop, this cock was long, sleek and the secretions that leaked from the eye of the penis were sweet.  The cock in her hand was also long, but thick and veiny; she loved the silky feel of the skin of the shaft contrasting with the spongy feel of the head.

 

Then she felt Steve’s hand under her skirt start to stroke her own cock through the layers of her satin panties and pantyhose.  As the satin of her panties rubbed against her nylon encased cock it sent small shocks of pleasure shooting through her.  Then she felt Steve move onto the bed between her legs as he continued to stimulate her through her underwear.  She was startled when she felt Steve’s other hand push aside the crotch of her panties and a finger probe at her anus through the nylon gusset of her pantyhose.  She wriggled a little but she found the finger stimulating.

 

Michele could not believe that she was becoming an active participant in her own rape; she was enjoying it, she couldn’t stop the raging desire that coursed through her.  She sucked on Bill’s cock and used her free hand to stroke the shaft as she slobbered over the head of his cock, alternately kissing, licking and sucking at the fat cock-head.  Her other hand slid up and down Joe’s member, varying between squeezing it and then running her red painted fingernails gently up and down the shaft and under his balls.

 

Steve was mesmerised by Michele’s nylon sheathed legs; he manipulated and caressed Michele’s hardening cock through her knickers and with his other hand he stroked her stockinged calves and thighs. Steve straddled Michele’s right leg and began to hump her thigh.  Then he lifted her leg and worked his cock into the silky furrow behind her knee; he groaned revelling in the soft sensations in his cock as he slowly worked his penis in the gossamer nyloned crevasse behind her knee and thigh.

 

Steve slid his cock further up Michele’s thigh until he could force it under her stocking top so that it was trapped in the silken diaphanous tunnel between her stocking and her pantyhose encased thigh.  He fucked the gauzy chasm leaving a silver trail of pre-seminal fluid soaking into her nylons as his cock throbbed and released sticky beads of pre-come.

Michele could feel Steve’s hard penis sliding up and down her leg and was surprised to find that the sensation was highly arousing.  When he slid his cock into the silken trap behind her bent knee she clenched her knee so that his penis was clamped between the sensitive nylon sheathed skin of her calf and thigh; she moved her leg from side to side and felt Steve’s hot cock secrete warm moist droplets of sticky pre-come which was absorbed into her stockings and pantyhose.

 

When Steve moved his cock up her leg and started to fuck her thigh with his cock between her stocking and pantyhose she pushed her leg up into his groin so that her pantyhosed thigh rubbed against his scrotum, sending delightful stabs of pleasure through his balls.

 

Michele wanked at Joe’s cock; squeezing the shaft as she worked her fingers up and down his manhood; when she came to the end of his shaft she worked her fingers in circular motion around the glans and then grasped at the shaft and slid her hand back down the length of the engorged member.  She sucked and slavered at Bill’s cock, occasionally allowing his member to come right out of her mouth and then she licked the entire length of his phallus and gently nibbled at the head whilst flicking her tongue under the sensitive skin where the glans joined the shaft.

 

Joe was rocking back and forth on his heels, fucking Michele’s hand as she wanked him.  He looked into her pretty made up face and her rouged cheeks and mascared eyes, fringed by her silky hair aroused him; but what stimulated him the most was the way she worked her ruby red lipsticked lips up, down and over Bill’s cock.  For a girl who was terrified of what was about to happen to her twenty minutes ago, she had certainly changed her tune; she really was a whore.

 

Joe cast his eyes down Michele’s body, he reached out and caressed her belly through her nylon blouse and scanned down to her groin where her miniskirt had been pulled up and was rucked up around her waist exposing her garter belt and red satin panties.  Steve was slowly massaging Michele’s cock through her panties and his other hand was pressing down on her magnificent black stocked leg; his cock jammed between her stocking top and her pantyhosed thigh as he rocked back and forth and fucked the gossamer tunnel.

 

Steve was in ecstasy, but he forced himself to remove his cock from the silken trap of Michele’s thigh and moved back down the bed so that he was between her spread legs.  He moved up between them and pushed his cock down onto her panties to replace his hand which had been stroking Michele’s cock through her satin knickers.  He pressed down and began to slide back and forth, fucking Michele’s silken encased cock with his own.  The feeling was electrifying as his shaft felt hers start to throb through her tight pantyhose gusset and the satin panel in front of her panties.

 

Michele felt Steve’s manhood rub against her own as he dry fucked her through her knickers and hose; the taut nylon on her cock sending sensations all through her member.  She bucked and lifted her crotch to meet Steve’s thrusts and gyrated her hips to enhance the sensations shooting through her groin.  Then she was a little disappointed when she felt Steve move on top of her and his cock slid down her shiny satin panties and eased under the gusset; she felt the head of his cock nestle in the crack of her arse and begin to push against her arse bud, forcing the nylon of her pantyhose into the puckered hole.

 

Steve was gasping with pleasure as his cock rubbed against Michele’s nylon sheathed, engorged member.  He could easily come this way and enjoy every second; but he wanted to fuck the lovely transvestite who lay beneath him sucking the cock of his friend and masturbating the other.  He pulled back and shuddered as the glans of his penis rubbed feather lightly along Michele’s panties; he pushed forward as the knob of his cock nestled against the elasticised crotch of her panties and then forced his hard cock under her panty crotch and against her pantyhosed arse. He manipulated his crotch and wriggled his cock in the silken pantyhosed valley of Michele’s arse crack until he felt the head of his penis nestle in the bud of her back passage.

 

Steve pushed forward and felt the nylon pantyhose gusset begin to give; he pushed harder and his cock broke through the gossamer prison and wedged into Michele’s anal bud.  His cock was wet and lubricated from his pre-seminal secretions and he continued to push forward and felt his cock stretch Michele’s sphincter and finally the head of his penis penetrated Michele’s virgin passage.

 

Michele felt Steve’s cock begin to slide inside her; at first it was uncomfortable but she forced herself to relax and then the sensation of being slowly filled with hard cock began to excite her.  To Michele’s own amazement she actually started to push her groin against Steve to force his cock further and deeper inside her.  She felt her passage open as his manhood filled her and then she felt Steve’s groin hard against hers; he was all the way in.  Michele heard Steve groan and she lifted her stockinged legs up and wrapped her high heels around his waist and began to buck underneath him.  Steve held on and Michele began to fuck him, raising her buttocks off the bed in time with his thrusts in a slow steady rhythm.

 

Michele had now actually become the whore that she had only pretended to be at the start of the evening.  She was not only dressed as a whore; she was behaving like a whore.  She had already sucked her first cock before she got to the party, she had had lesbian sex with Jill on the balcony; now she was having forced sex with three middle aged men; and she was loving it!  ‘Yes’, Michele thought to herself, ‘I am a whore and I adore being a whore; what have I missed out on all these years?’

 

The three men and Michele began to concentrate on inducing their orgasms.  Steve was now slamming his cock in and out of Michele’s back passage and she was bucking under him; raising her buttocks off the bed to meet his thrusts.  She could feel his pulsating cock stretching her back passage and pushing against her prostate, sending waves of sexual sensations through her body; she wiggled her arse and clenched and unclenched her sphincter to increase Steve’s pleasure and enhance her own gratification.

 

Bill’s cock was pulsing in her mouth and she felt his orgasm approach as he pushed his cock in and out of her lipsticked mouth, holding her head as he fucked her face.  He groaned as Michele slavered at his erect manhood, running her tongue over the head and shaft as she felt the vibrating piece of flesh begin to convulse.

 

Joe was rocking on his heels fucking her hand in time to Michele’s hard strokes as she masturbated him.  He looked at her ruby red fingernails and the glittering jewellery on her fingers and wrists and felt his own climax build.  Michele could feel Joe’s cock start to shudder in her fingers and she gripped it hard and wanked at the erect piece of manhood; increasing the pace as she felt the cock quiver and shake in her hand.

 

Steve’s cock erupted deep inside her and Michele felt the splash of his seed flood  her passage; Steve’s cock was buried deep inside her, in her right up to the hilt, and she pushed up to meet Steve’s groin and felt his erection quiver against her prostate gland as she filled her panties with her own hot wet emission.

 

Bob’s cock exploded in her mouth at the same time and her mouth was inundated with salty hot come; she gulped it down as fast as she could but still some of the viscous white fluid escaped her mouth and ran down her chin.  Joe saw this and groaned as own penis spewed forth jet after jet of hot semen all over Michele’s hand, and arm.  Jets of his spend shot through the air and splashed on her blouse; the gobs of white ejaculate contrasting against the leopard-skin nylon.

 

Michele was writhing in ecstasy as the three cocks filled her and covered her with hot come.  Her arse was convulsing as Steve plunged his last few thrusts deep inside her, draining the last of his issue.  Her mouth was filled with Bob’s semen and he pulled his cock out of her mouth and let the last few jets of his release splash over her pretty, heavily made up face; a string of semen flew out of his cock and glistened in her hair.

 

Joe’s penis had shot stream after stream of semen over Michele and the globs of glistening semen on her blouse was joined by a thick viscous stream of come which had splashed over her rucked up skirt.

 

Michele lay there quivering in orgasmic bliss as her own climax subsided; her hot fluid filled her panties as she tasted Bob’s come in her mouth and felt his hot seed on her face.  She was covered in semen inside and out; she felt sated; satisfied like she had never been before.  Michele had become a Transvestite whore and she loved it!

 

……………………………………..To be continued.

ld several round tables, set up in a circular formation. I tried to go back to reading my book, but every time I looked up she was looking at me.

Her eyes were astonishing; they were large and cat-like, with yellow-gold iris and large black pupils, her eye lashes were long and arced upward, framed perfectly by her thick black frame glasses. After about an hour I decided it was time for me to leave. A day passed before I went back to the library, but when I did I saw her again! I tried to read my book, but this time I couldn't pry my eyes from her. I watched her as she walked around the room, from shelf to shelf, pulling a book off the shelf, reading a few pages, then putting it back in it's place. She was in the Science Fiction section, referred to be most as "Weird Fiction" a place were HP Lovecraft as shelved, as well as a few Edgar Allen Poe Books, among other authors.

After a few moments she walked up to me. I was hypnotized, she had long back hair; complimenting her yellow eyes, she had a silver loop in her left nostril; drawing attention to her small turned up button nose, she was wearing blue jeans and a dark blue tank top; accentuating her perky size B breasts. "Here." was all she said at first, handing me a book. I looked down, "Dreams of Terror and Death," I said, reading the title of the book out loud, "Yea, you remember you let me take it out before you?" she said, putting her left hand on her hip, shifting her weight to her right foot. "Yea, I remember," I started, the hypnosis she put over me fading. "What did you think?" I asked her about the book, "It was good, even though it was more fantasy than horror, it was still haunting and bone chilling," she said, as if she was a critic, "But that's my opinion." she added.

I laid the book down on the table, looking at the dull cover, crimson read, the words "Dreams of Terror and Death" etched into the cover in gold. "Would you care to join me?" I asked her, pulling a chair out for her. She grabbed the back of the chair and slid in beside me. I sat up a little straighter, "So you like Lovecraft?" I asked, trying to strike up the first conversation. "Yea, I think he's probably my favorite, and in my opinion the best." she said matter-of-factly. I lifted one eye brow to her, "I enjoy Lovecraft, but I prefer Poe, all of his stories are classics." She relaxed a bit, and slid down a little in her seat, I felt like she would be here for a long stay.

We sat at that table all night talking about literature; our favorite authors, things we had written about, paintings, and all the other finer things the world had to offer. Once the library as closing we said our good-byes, "Will I see you here tomorrow?" she asked me before parting ways with me, "If you're lucky" I said jokingly, "What time?" she pressed, I looked her squarely in the eyes, "What-ever time you want..." "Okay, I'll be coming here around one o'clock." she said, "I'll see ya tomorrow." she waved walking away.

The next day came, and so did one o'clock surely enough. we met and sat at that same table, stacks of our favorite books around us. We spent that entire day talking, as well as most of the following week. The more her and I talked the more sexual and devious our conversations became. Finally after two weeks of meeting at the library she asked me "Wanna come over to my place?... It'll much more quiet than a crowded library." I looked around, there was only one other person in the library besides us, the clerk. Either way I took her up on her offer. We walked down the streets of Chicago, talking and chatting on the way. She was renting an apartment, "I tried to get a room on the 13th floor, but most people are so superstitious they don't make 13th floors." she was restating something I had already known, but I nodded and tried to look interested, like I was hearing something new. We were riding the elevator up to the 16th floor, "So, you don't seem to work much, how can you afford an apartment up here?" I asked. "Well I'm up here for college, my father is paying for my college, and also my apartment expenses.

When we came to her apartment she looked at me strangely before sliding the key into the keyhole. Her apartment was rather clean, her dark green walls were filled with paintings. I noticed several pieces by William Blake, and even a few paintings by No-Names obviously inspired by HP Lovecraft. She had large Entertainment-center, originally made for televisions, stocked with books, and loose-leaf pages of paper with poetry scribbled on them. "I like your apartment." I said, looking around, still, at the paintings, and reading the spines of the books on her shelves. "Television is a beast that consumes the minds and intellect of humans, It shall not have mine." I said turning to her, quoting one of my philosophers. "It's like you read my mind." she said, laughing as she sat on her plush couch. Her couch was on the wall parallel to the wall with the entertainment-center on it, leaving the window to the right open. To the left of the couch was a wall broken by a small open window, open for a bar. In the window as her kitchen, barely 10 square feet in the entire kitchen. Also on the wall with the window to the kitchen was a Queen sized bed, covered with down quilts and over stuffed pillows. As I sat down she stood up, lighting several candles around the room.

She turned the electricity off and sat back down beside me. "I prefer to read by candle light." she said, taking up a book from the off side of the couch. She sat the book between the two off us. I put my hand on the spine of the book, and she laid her hand atop mine. With her forefinger and middle finger she stroked the backside of my hand.

I could feel the blood rushing to my head, I knew I was blushing, but I could tell she couldn't see it in the dimly lit room. I helped her up and she sat on my lap, her legs draped across myself and the length of the couch. We kissed heavily, lips and tongue entwining, lost in the moment of lusty passion. As I held her I slid my hand under the back her shirt, caressing the small of her back, moving up slightly, running my fingers up the concave grove her spine created. I made no move to her bra, not wanting to seem too eager. I started kissing her neck, moving down to her collar bone, "Unhook my bra..." she said, breathing heavily as I sucked tenderly on her neck. I slowly moved my fingers lazily over the back of her bra, finding the 2 clips keeping her breasts contained in this bra. I moved my hands over it and with ease unhooked them both. She slid her bra out from under her shirt and tossed it on the floor. As I continued to kiss her neck she unzipped the jacket she was wearing, revealing a small black t shirt, with no logo or decal present. She slid the shirt off over her head and tossed it on the floor, next to the bra.

I moved back down from her neck to her collar bone, and then to her chest, slowly caressing and kneading her breasts before kissing them lightly. In my mind I remembered how stupid people looked licking and sucking one the nipple, so I forced myself not to, trying to keep my composure. She took hold of my shirt by the underside of the sleeves and hoisted it over my hand and onto the floor. We kicked our shoes off climbing into her bed. The mattress seemed to form a groove around us and we sunk in the middle together. I pulled her belt off and she pulled mine off, she unzipped my pants and I hers. She pulled my socks off using her toes, and I sat up, taking hold of her leg. I kissed it from thigh to calf and took her sock off with my teeth, and doing the same for the other foot. Still sitting up I pulled her panties off and she sat up, and pulled mine down to my knees, which I was more or less standing on. I slid them off the rest of the way and threw both my boxers and her panties to the ground, with our pants, shirts, and her bra.

We we lost in the lust of unholy passion. As she laid back, her legs spread, I plunged my throbbing member into her wet, hot womanhood. She moaned with pleasure and shivered with excitement as I pushed in and pulled out, and did it again and again. As I was laying over her, my arms planted on either side of her, hold me up, she put her arms around me. She was caressing my back at first, running the tips of her fingers over my back, up and down my spine, giving me chills. Soon though, she was putting pressure on her hands. It wasn't long before her moderately lengthed finger nails here dragging cross my back, leaving welts in their wake. As she moved over and over my back she began to draw blood, and at first it was painful, but now I was drawing sexual gratification from it. It was turning me on all the more!

I bent low and kept kissing her. Her velvet lips, her supple neck, and her firm luscious breasts. She was moaning, breathing heavily, and writhing in pleasure bringing her to sweat. I licked the sweat off her neck and chest, like the sweetest of any nectar. I could feel the juices of her pleasure running down my leg, it was a warm trickling sensation, very pleasurable. Finally I grabbed her and I flipped us over, I as laying down and she was sitting on top of me, sliding up and down. I put my hands on the upper part of her hips, on her stomach, helping up to move up and down easier.

We were both sweating and breathing heavily when finally we came together, in a moment of lust being unleashed onto the world we were entwined, bound together, by the pleasure that binds us all to this world....

wn this dark dirt trail. From his glove box he pulled out a pack of Marlboro Reds. He asked me first if it would be ok if he had one. I just looked at him and said “ I didn’t know you smoked”. He then said “ baby if you don’t want me to smoke I won’t”. I looked at him again and said “ I am not your mother, you can do what ever it is that you wanna do, and I will not stop you from smoking I just didn’t know you smoked”. And with that said he pulled out a cigarette from the pack, put it between his hot lips. He pulled a Zippo from his blue jeans pocket, opened the lid, struck it on his jeans, it lit he looked at me and put the flame of the Zippo to the Red and lit it. This was just to much for me to handle he looked so HOT my god, he just looked like a stud from a good porno, all he needed now was to be naked. He looked at me and said “ well what do you think, do you not like this bad habit about me? Would you like me to stop?”. There was nothing I could say except “ No what ever you do, do not stop you look so hot, you look like a guy that can take control of any woman he wanted to”. And with said I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his limp cock from its cage. I started sucking on the head of it and it did not take long for it to be standing at attention with my head bobbing up and down in his lap, he was enjoying the pleasure a lot. Now me being the brave girl that I am, I took the cigarette from him, took a long drag from it handed it back and exhaled the smoke into his lap and all over his hard 10” cock. He loved this and had me do it again and again, after about the third or fourth time he exploded his cock full of cum down my throat, I took every last of it too.

Michael and I had found this new fetish to a good jump in our relationship. About a week after we learned our new fetish we continued to do different things that had to do with smoking and sex.

It was now about the end of my freshman year in college and Michael and I planned an end of the year party for just some of our friends at our apartment. The party was on a Saturday night; we had about 20-30 people over that night. Some were smokers and others were not. I found myself watching the other guys smoking and learned that Michael was not the only hot smoker that I knew. Michaels’ friend Brad was at the party that night. Now Brad is just a bit younger than Michael is. Brad was 19 years old the same age as me, he has blonde surfer hair and hazel eyes nice tan and build from working out and surfing all the time. Now Brad was the flirtatious type and he knew he could be to be because Michael and him were very good friends and Brad would not do anything to hurt Michael, he would be the first to have Michael’s back in any confrontation or any time of need. I was not an all out cigarette smoker at this time, just while Michael and I were fucking or I was sucking his dick and even then not every time. Brad on the other hand was an all out smoker and I mean smoker, weed, cigarettes and cigars. I will never be into pot or cigars so just check that off your list. As the night went on I found Brad alone on the back porch smoking. His brand of choice was Newport. While Michael was entertaining guest I was going to entertain Brad. I took a Newport out of the pack that was sitting on the table in front of Brad, I asked for a light; Brad then said “why you don’t smoke”, in a questing manner. I asked again for a light, Brad pulled a lighter out of a pocket in his bright orange and blue board shorts and lit the cigarette for me. As I was sitting in the chair next to him smoking this menthol cigarette that I actually like the flavor of Brad looked over at me and asked again “ when did you start smoking?”, I explained to him about me and Michael’s fetish. He looked confused about this as though he has never heard of such a fetish. He looked over at me as I was putting out the cigarette, and said “show me what you mean about this fetish”. He lit his cigarette and I told him that he would have to talk to Michael about that. Now don’t get me wrong I would fuck Brad in a minuet if Michael and I were not together and so happy like we are. Brad finished his cigarette and went in the house.

About 30 minuets later the party was starting to thin out just a little and Michael came over to me and said he had to talk to me about something and it was important. I looked at him and said ok talk, Michael began to tell me how his ex-girlfriend showed up at the party, I had not noticed her (if I did I would kick her ass) and she went over to him and locked him in the back bedroom, she threw him on the bed and started to suck his cock while her friend sat on his face (with her pants off) to keep him quiet. After they were done they switched positions and did the same thing. I was pissed off at this point and asked if he was really serious he said that he was. My question was why did no one else saw this. I think he fucked them not they fucked him. I stormed off to my bedroom after stopping on the porch to steal the pack of Brad’s Newport’s. Once I got in my room I locked the door and lit a cigarette, after about 10 minuets to myself I heard a knock on my bedroom window, it was Brad...

This story is to be continued.