les histoires de chrislebo

Meanwhile, my sister-in-law began to kiss my face, even as my nephew, her mister, continued to fuck my mouth with his quivering erection. Now, he began to alternate between shoving his dick between my painted, slutty lips and presenting it to his lady, who was only to eager to lick and suck her first born's hard manhood.

"Fuck mum, yes, suck it. Suck my dick," he gasped, "Make me cum. Make your mister cum and shoot his load all over this sissy's waiting face."

Hearing his brother on the edge of an orgasm, Chris began to shaft me even harder, sending waves rocking through my body and causing me to shaft his lady ever more vigorously.

"Oh yes. That's it. Fuck I'm gonna cum in this tight sissy arse!" he cried, "Yes. Yes. YES!! FUCK, I'M CUMMING."

His orgasm shook my body completely as he rammed his dick right up into me so our balls were slapping together, and filled my arse with warm, sticky cum until it leaked out and ran down my soft, bare thighs. At the same moment, the sighs and groans of his brother got harder and faster as both me and his lady continued to lick and suck on his slick, wet cock. Watching his brother cum inside his uncle's virgin arse was enough for him and his cock exploded.

"Uhhh," he gasped, shooting a stream of cum into my blonde wig, then another across my cheek, and another into his lady's mouth, "Mmmm, taste my cum, mum. Drink it down. Feel my warm juices across your face, sissy."

My face was sticky with my nephew's juices and I eagerly licked the cum from all around my mouth and from off my sister-in-law's face. More cum leaked from my arse and that wasn't it. I was still thrusting my little dick into her pussy. It was the only pussy I'd had in a long time and I had almost forgotten how good that warm, tight wetness could feel in all my desire to submit to big, hard cocks and get soaked in cum. Well, there would be more cum coming in a minute and this time it would be mine.

I looked across the room, and once more saw the original voyeuristic thrill that had set me off on this strange path of ********** presentation, the sight of my mister fucking my wife. They too seemed to be nearly at a climax. My wife had her head thrown back and her body was shaking orgasmically as she rode his huge cock.

"Aaah, uhhh, oh God! Oh yes! Fuck! Cum for me, honey, fill mum with your hot cum!" she gasped and cried.

He was only too happy to oblige and a few seconds later, his massive cock was shooting its huge load deep up inside her. Watching this sexy show from my wife and mister sent me too far gone as well and my own cock began to shoot creamy white cum up into my wife's sister's pussy.

My face and chest were already sticky with cum but still my wife got up from off my mister's now soft but still impressive cock and walked over to me. Her sister joined her. As my nephews stepped back to watch, their cocks now soft again, I lay back as my wife and her sister stood over me. Both of them had cunts that were leaking manly cum, my own and my mister's. Eagerly I lapped it up as it leaked and fell from their pussies, giving me one final, delicious taste of the salty, masculine juices I loved so much, making me dirtier and stickier in front of my whole family, with cum still on my face and leaking from my arse from my nephews.

My mister's cum and mine intermingling in my sissy mouth was quite an ending to what had been quite something of a day. I was a cum loving, cock hunting sissy who loved nothing more than dressing in girly lingerie and sucking the cocks of the men in my family and watching my wife fuck my mister before soaking me in cum. It was weird and kinky but, you know something, I had never been happier with my family life.

THE END

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My Shemale Steplady

My parents split up when I was eighteen, I was a little distressed by it but we had never been as close as some. Still, I didn't really see what had driven them apart so quickly and so thoroughly that they never even spoke any more. I guessed maybe one of them must have had an affair and that was really all that I thought about it. I went off to college and life went on. That following summer, when I was nineteen, I moved in to live with my dad for the summer. He had bounced back quickly following the divorce and had already found someone new and I had to say, he had done pretty well for himself. Carla was a hot, curvaceous Brazilian model, tall and long legged with olive skin and sun kissed blonde hair. Everywhere she went, eyes turned to follow her ass she wiggled her ass in the tight skirts she loved to wear. There was just something about her, sure she was super sexy but there was something extra special that set her apart from other women, something in the way she carried herself and talked and laughed, so confident of her own allure and sexuality. Where, at first, I was impressed with my dad and how he'd managed to get himself such a woman, it wasn't long before I started to become jealous and began to fantasise about my hot latin stepmum.

Any mister who catches a glimpse of their man having sex is inevitably going to be pretty massively effected by it, but for me this event had even greater significance, it was the day that pretty much changed my life for good. I couldn't stop thinking about Carla, she was on my mind constantly. Even at work in shelf stacking summer job, I was distracted all the time by my thoughts of what it would be like to stick my cock deep inside that hot Brazilian body where my dad had been before. I knew it was wrong to think that way about my steplady but what could I do? I felt like I couldn't control my own mind any more, she was always there. Finally, I decided that no matter what the consequences, I just had to see Carla's naked body, it was the only thought that consumed me.

One day, I got home from my job early and the house seemed empty and deserted, but as I walked upstairs I began to hear moans coming from the bedroom and began to guess what that would mean. Carla would be there, exposed in all her naked beauty, having sex with my man. Before I really knew quite what I was doing, I knew that I had to see this and I quietly tiptoed up the stairs to the door of my dad's room which was slightly ajar and peered through the gap.

I don't know quite what it was that I expected to see but what I did see was certainly something very very different. The scene before me was something that I would never have expected to see in a million years. Sure, in the middle of the room was just what I had hoped to see, Carla's tall, toned body almost completely naked. I had a great view of the curve of her pert, round breasts, her flat stomach and long legs in thigh high leather stiletto boots that made her tower even taller over my man who knelt in front of her and, now this was the shocking bit, was sucking on her big, thick, hard cock, almost twice the length of mine! That's right, my gorgeous new steplady wasn't a beautiful girl at all, she was a shemale! Clearly my dad didn't have any problem with it as he slobbered eagerly all over her thick manhood.

"Oh, baby, you sure know how to turn a girl like me on," Carla moaned in her thick Brazilian accent, "If you don't watch out I'm gonna cum right down your throat. You'd like that wouldn't you, you dirty little cocksucking sissy?"

"Yes mistress," my man, humiliated by this hot dominant shemale and loving it, replied, taking her cock from his mouth for a moment, "I want to make you cum, I want to take all your juices as you fuck my throat with your big, hard cock."

I couldn't watch this any longer, it was just too weird. I turned away from the bedroom door and dashed away back to my own room. Well, you would think that seeing this little, or actually rather large, extra side to the woman of my fantasies would make me stop thinking of her like that and certainly, that was what I thought when I got back to my room. But it turned out that this was not the case at all. In fact, seeing how Carla was extra endowed only served to turn me on more. I didn't realise it until I was lying on the bed in my room, but the sight of my man orally servicing the beautiful shemale had given me a massive hardon even as I felt disgusted by it. I couldn't help but jerk my dick off while picturing the much larger and more impressive size of Carla's in think of it violating my throat as right now it was doing to my man.

Over the next few days, my obsession with Carla and her cock grew and grew until I just found myself staring longingly at her wherever she went, watching her feminine figure showed off by the tight dresses she wore and imagining that little piece of masculinity the skirts concealed. At night I would masturbate and these days all I could picture was Carla's cock. Try as I might, though, I couldn't get another glimpse of it for real or another sight of her taking my man. Not in reality anyway. But, what I did do was start to think how little I really knew about Carla, who she was, where she had come from. My dad had told me that she was a model and I had accepted this pretty readily, I mean she was the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on so it wasn't hard for me to imagine her modelling. But now that I knew something more about the real her, I began to wonder just what kind of model she really was. When I was sure that I had the house to myself, I googled her, searching for "Carla Rodrigues" yielding thousands of hits. Why hadn't I thought of this before? My suspicions were confirmed when I had to go through a number of age confirmation pages to get to the sites that I was interested in. Sure enough, here were galleries of Carla the model, posing in sexy, revealing clothes and underwear, and stripping them off to reveal her monster cock. I was getting pretty hard myself just looking at these pictures and the video section was even more exciting. My cock was straining fit to burst against my tight jeans just at the clips of Carla stroking off her beautiful meat but it got better as the videos turned to Carla going down on guys, or more often, them sucking her cock, or them fucking each other.

One video in particular held my attention for many viewings. Carla was dressed in full dominatrix gear, a tight black leather corset and the thigh high stilettos I had seen her in the other day with matching black leather gloves up to her elbows. In her hand was a whip. The man that she was with was chained to a bed, his hands cuffed to the posts of the headboard and his legs tied up to his hands so they were wide open and his ass was pulled up into the air. His smallish cock was pulled up to allow Carla access to his ass, she knelt over him and was fucking him, thrusting her hard cock deep up into his ass. He was whimpering with the pain of his uncomfortable position, her tearing open his ass and her striking him with the whip but he was obviously enjoying it too.

"What do you want, slave?" Carla said in a hard edged voice, striking him with the whip.

"I want you to fuck me harder, mistress," came the reply, "Harder and faster."

Carla was only too happy to oblige, tearing into his ass with even greater vigour and excitement.

"You like that don't you sissy boy?" she taunted, "You just love having your ass fucked like a little girl, like a slutty bitch."

"Yes mistress," the man in the video moaned, "I love to be fucked by your big, throbbing cock, I want to be used as your sissy whore!"

This video turned me on so much that I couldn't help myself, I took out my cock and began to jerk it off. As Carla made the guy cum and from his position of his ass and cock raised up above him, his own cum dripped down into his mouth. I couldn't help but blow my load all over my chest. It was only as the camera zoomed in on a close up of the guy takeing down his own cum as Carla taunted "Wow slave, you even love cum like a slutty whore," that I realised that the man fucked and humiliated in this video was my own man. No wonder my mum had divorced him. Not only was my new stepmum a shemale pornstar but there was my dad up on the internet for anyone to see, begging to have his ass fucked harder by her. It was humiliating and yet I could only feel jealous that it was him and not me getting fucked by gorgeous Carla. Oh well, as it turned out, I would get my chance to star in my own Carla Rodrigues internet video, but we'll get to that later.

First, I need to tell you how I finally ended up fulfilling some of my fantasies and seeing what it would be like being with my hot pornstar shemale steplady. It was my day off and I spent it, as I spent most of them, lazing around the house, watching TV and trying not to think too much about Carla, something that was as ever proving pretty difficult. She had gone shopping but would soon be back and then it would be just me and her in the house, this didn't really happen very often and this would be the first time since I caught a glimpse of the real her and had been gaining elicit pleasure from her website. I knew it would be awkward being around her alone, I wouldn't know where to look and would probably have to start hiding an erection pretty soon.

I heard the door and the sound of Carla's strongly accented voice calling "Hiya, I'm back." She came into the living room carrying a load of shopping bags looking as ever the very definition of drop dead gorgeous perfection in a tight little yellow mini-dress and four inch heeled sandals. She beamed a white smile at me.

"Oh, I am glad I caught you on your own, Richard," she said to me and I felt a thrill to be needed by such a beautiful woman, "I have bought some new things and I want your opinion on what your daddy will think of them."

I could just about stammer OK and then she thanked me with a kiss on the cheek which made me blush bright red before turning and taking her shopping bags upstairs. A few minutes later she returned, looking even more stunning in a green halter top that exposed both her fine cleavage and her midriff above a tiny denim mini-skirt. I muttered a few words to the effect of how she looked fine and my dad would probably like it, where what I was really thinking was that she looked unbelievably stunning and that I didn't care about my dad, I wanted to fuck her myself right there. What followed was a strange combination of agony and ecstasy as my hot stepmum paraded before me in a succession of revealing outfits she had bought to impress my dad but that were totally turning me on.

"Now, I have something extra special to show you," Carla said as she left the room one last time.

I had almost got my erection under control and back to its normal size, thinking about the least sexy things I could possibly come up with, when Carla sashayed back into the room and ruined all my hard work with just one look at her. She was now dressed in some of the sexiest underwear available. If before it had been strange and arousing seeing my stepmum in ordinary sexy outfits, the sight of her in a sexy lingerie was just about ready to send me over the edge.

She was dressed in a black bra and panty set with red lace around the top of her bra cups drawing the eye into her seductive cleavage and further red lace around the waist band of her panties. Her gorgeous long legs were covered by black fishnet stockings held up by black and red lace suspenders. The beautiful length and arch of her legs were completed by a pair of six inch heeled black shoes.

"So, what do you think, honey?" she purred seductively, "You think your daddy will like me in these."

I couldn't speak, I just sat there, mouth agape, looking at her beautiful brown body in her black and red lingerie. I looked down at her pretty panties and could see the outline of her cock inside them and that just served to turn me on even more. I was awkwardly trying to cross my legs to disguise my growing hardon when Carla came and sat down next to me on the sofa.

"Or maybe you like me too in this lingerie?" she said, looking at me with her wide hazel eyes. "It's OK baby, I see the way you look at me," she said reaching her hand over to stroke it across my crotch, "I know you think I'm sexy, baby, and I think you a sexy boy too." I was dumbstruck and mesmerised as she unzipped my fly and pulled out my fully erect cock. "That's a nice, sweet little cock you have there, just like your daddy's," she smiled, leaning over, she began to stroke it with her hand and placed a little kiss on the tip of it before looking up into my eyes, "You want me to suck your pretty little cock?" she asked, God I wanted that more than anything but I was too dumbstruck by the whole situation to respond. Thinking perhaps that I was unsure of myself, she sat up again beside me, "Or maybe you prefer it like your daddy does," she said, pulling down the waistband of her black panties to pull out her cock, even only a tiny bit erect, it already dwarfed mine completely, "Maybe you rather suck me off?"

I stared at her cock, I'd never seen another one up this close and never seen one at all half as impressive as Carla's, it was even more so when it came out of such a beautiful, curvy, womanly body. It was at least eight inches long, uncut and totally hairless except for a tiny heart shaved into her pubic hair just above it. Carla took my hand in hers and wrapped it around her cock which was already becoming harder, longer and thicker, I offered no resistance to this. I could feel the warmth of it in my hand which could barely reach around the whole thickness of it. I didn't know what to do.

"Don't be scared honey," Carla said, "I know you want this, I've seen you watching me and your daddy, I know you wanna be in his place. You wanna go down on a big hard cock."

Not totally feeling in control of my actions I found myself stroking her dick, feeling it grow stronger and harder in my hand. She pulled me over and kissed me on the lips, rubbing her tongue against mine, I couldn't help but start pulling harder on her cock. She pulled one of her breasts out of her bra and pushed me down from her lips to her tits until I was suckling on her nipple.

"Oh honey, that feels good," she moaned, "You like your new mummy's breasts much better than your old mummy's now don't you?"

At this reminder that the woman whose breasts I was enjoying was my steplady, that my man had been here before me, I felt my cock grow even harder and more excited. I couldn't believe the thought of doing this to my man's choice of woman would be such a turn on. Her cock was now fully erect in my hand and stuck up from her little womanly body in such a strange, new and exciting way.

"Oh, baby, your lips are so great on mummy's tits but how about you get a taste of her cock."

She pushed my head further down until I was leaning over her lap with my face barely an inch away from her cock. Close up, it looked even more intimidatingly huge and I could see all the thick veins running through it, I wondered how on earth my dad managed to get it all in his mouth, let alone up his ass. Still, I yearned to get a taste of it and that's just what I did. I stuck out my tongue and licked up and down and around the shaft like it was the biggest, tastiest lollipop ever. Reaching the head, I found it glistening with precum, I liked the slightly salty taste on my lips and decided to go for more. I opened my lips and let the head slip inside my mouth, teasing the opening with my tongue.

"Oh yes, baby, that's it," Carla moaned, pushing my head further and further down her shaft until I found myself gagging on it only about half way down, "You're a natural honey, you'll soon get the hang of it. You suck cock just like your daddy does."

Trying to remember how my dad and the other guys in those videos had looked sucking on her cock, I slurped and bobbed up and down her thick hard beast, my mouth open as wide as it could go to fit something that thick inside it, gradually managing to take more and more inside me. With one hand I cupped and played with her bare breast while the other stroked what was still outside my mouth of her cock and balls. Soon, however, I found the hand on her breast straying and jerking off my own cock which was almost fit to explode. It seemed like Carla was too.

"Baby, if you keep this up you're gonna make me cum pretty soon. Oh, oh oooo, fuck, open up your throat honey because you're about to get a taste of my hot cum! Oh fuck yes," she groaned as she grabbed the side of my head and thrust her cock right down my throat before shooting her load inside me.

It was thick and warm and salty and tasted just delicious and I couldn't get enough of it, desperately trying to swallow down as much as possible but I couldn't swallow it as fast as it came spurting from my shemale stepmum's monster cock and soon she was spurting all over my face. I barely even noticed that I was still stroking my own cock until Carla leaned over and said, "Let me give you a hand there, baby."

It only took the briefest of touches of her hand to make my cock explode and shoot a load far further and greater than ever before. Loving the taste so much, I eagerly licked Carla's cum from my face and my own from my hand while she watched and laughed.

"Wow, baby, you really are your man's mister, just a cumslut like him."

Sucking on my stepmum's cock was all that I could think about for days, but fortunately it wasn't too long until I got another opportunity to do just that. One evening, after work, my dad went out for a while. I was lying around in my room, as usual imagining myself going down on my stepmum's beautiful cock, when she came into the room.

"Hey honey," she said, "Your daddy's gone out for a while. How about you and me have a little fun?"

I sprang up like a shot and rushed eagerly into dad and Carla's bedroom. On one side of the room, Carla had set up a camera and tripod which she was just fiddling with. "Take your clothes off honey, you're going to be the star of my new video."

Well, I didn't know quite what I thought of the world getting to see my exploits with Carla, but if that was the price I had to pay for what I wanted to do with her then I guess I was willing to do it. After all, I was pretty much completely stripped out of my clothes by the time these thoughts had crossed my mind. Carla turned to me, she was dressed once more in her dominatrix boots and fishnet stockings with the same elbow high leather gloves, her breasts and cock were both exposed.

"Listen, you're my slave, OK," she said, sternly, "And you will call me mistress, you do exactly what I ask of you, OK?"

"Yes mistress," I said sheepishly, as she turned on the camera, wondering quite what I'd let myself in for while at the same time feeling my erection growing already.

"What a pathetic little cock you've got there, slave, far too small to be good for anything. You want to see what a real cock looks like, bitch," she waved her eight inch monster at me, beginning to jerk it off with a lascivious smirk at both me and the camera. "Does it bother you that a little girl like me has a much bigger cock than you, slave? Or do you just want to get your lips around it, be a little cocksucking slut whore like your daddy? That's all you little cocked sissy boys are good for."

"Yes mistress," I responded, hearing my whiny, lust filled voice and knowing I was beginning to sound like the cock lusting sissy boy she was calling me, "I want your beautiful cock, it's sooo much bigger and stronger than mine, I want it inside me."

"Get on your knees, bitch," she commanded, and, when I was slow to reply, she kicked me in the groin with her leather boot, I doured over in pain and she put her foot on my shoulder and powerd me to my knees, "Listen, slave, when I tell you to do something, you do it, quickly. Understand?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Now, kiss my foot."

I leaned over and kissed the foot that had been on my shoulder, the smell of the leather was intoxicating. I kissed and licked my way up her leather clad leg and towards her bare thigh until I was just inches away from her cock. She kicked me back onto my ass.

"Not yet, bitch. You've got to beg for it first," she slapped my face with her semi hard cock, "Now, tell me what you want."

"I want your cock, mistress," I said wimpily.

"What do you want to do with it, slave," she slapped her cock across my cheek again. I couldn't believe how hard I had become again, this offense was turning me on almost as much as the prospect of sucking her off.

"I want to suck your cock, mistress, I want to wrap my lips all around it and make you cum down my throat."

"That's better, bitch," she said, holding out her cock straight at my mouth.

Eagerly, I leaned forward and began to tongue her cock, making it harder and harder before swallowing a large part of the length of it and starting to suck and lick it.

"Wow, you really are becoming quite the cocksucker. Just like your daddy, so eager for cum. Does it turn you on that this same hard cock in your mouth has been in your daddy's? Do you get excited thinking about me cumming in your daddy's ass like I'm about to in your mouth?" I couldn't respond to this, my mouth was so full of her thick, juicy cock, but I couldn't believe she was right, the thought of sucking the same cock as my man really did make the experience even dirtier, even naughtier and even better.

"Get ready for it, slave, because I'm about to cum for you."

She took her dick from my mouth and jerked it off as streams of her cum came flying out. I desperately tried to catch them in my mouth, delighting in the taste, although more often than not she shot across my face and chest instead so I was soaked all over in her sticky juices. I began to lick it off as I sat back and jerked my own little dick.

"Wow, quite the cumtakeer, isn't he?" Carla said to the camera, "But I never said you could jerk yourself off, slave." She kicked me again with her high leather boots. "I'm not finished with you yet. There's something that little cock loving sissy sluts like you are even better for than sucking cock."

I began to see where she was going with this and it was starting to worry me, "No, please mistress," I begged, "I can't take it."

"I know it must be hard for you, slave, seeing a cock this big with your little girly one but your going to have to learn sometime to get your pretty little ass fucked, it's what cocksluts like you do."

I had to admit that ever since watching that video of my dad chained to the bed, I couldn't help but fantasise about being taken by Carla's hard cock but fantasising about something is one thing, being powerd to do it is another. Carla put me into a position where I was on all fours with her behind me as if in a doggystyle position. She slapped me across the ass with her leather gloved hand. It stung but my cock sprang up excitedly at the feel of leather on my bare skin. It got even harder and more excited when she stuck one of her leather clad fingers into my anus and began to wiggle it around. That quickly became two fingers, then three, until I was really quite enjoying the stimulation of having my ass filled and beginning to long for her cock. She withdrew her fingers and I felt pretty empty and let out a disappointed whimper.

"See," she laughed, "All you sissy slut bitches are the same. You say you don't want it but in the end you're just desperate to be taken by a big hard cock."

"Please fuck me, mistress," I found myself saying, almost before I realised it.

"Ha ha," she laughed, "You are quite the eager slave, begging for your stepmum's cock. How does it feel, letting a girl use your ass like this? Being taken by her cock, so much bigger and thicker than yours?"

"Oh God, I want it, mistress, I want it now," I really was begging now, "I want you to pop my cherry, I want to feel your cock up inside my ass. I want to be your slutty bitch. Fuck me like you fuck my daddy."

"Well, I can't say no to that," she grinned.

She kicked my legs open wide and knelt between them. I felt the leather of her gloved hands place themselves on my ass cheeks and pull them open. The head of her cock, so quickly hard again, I could feel at the opening of my anus. This was it, there was no turning back from here, I was about to give myself up to being my stepmum's bitch. She pushed her cock up inside my tight anus and I tried to relax but the pain of it was astounding, even the loosening her fingers had given me was no preparation for this. She managed to power about three or four inches of her firm manhood into me and I felt completely impaled.

"Fuck, bitch, that's one tight little ass you've got there, it feels amazing on my cock, it's so long since I've had a virgin sissy like you."

I began to scream and tears rolled down my cheeks as she pulled out and thrust back in deeper and harder. I tried to get away but she had a tight grip on my waist.

"Fuck, no, please mistress, don't, it's too painful," I begged, panting breathlessly, "Stop, please, I can't take it, your too big." Soon though, I was crying out a whole different thing, "Oh God, fuck, please, don't stop, harder, FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK MY TIGHT VIRGIN ASS, TAKE ME, TAKE MY CHERRY!!"

This was amazing, I could see why my dad had left my mum and turned to this. Every fibre of my body felt alive with pleasure and stimulation, I felt full and impaled and my prostate was completely stimulated while my cock was rock hard without even being touched.

"Oh yeah, you like that, you little slut, you bitch. You just love daddy's girl popping your cherry, violating your tight ass."

"FUCK YES! I'm your slut, your bitch, your whore, just like my daddy, I love your cock in my ass."

"Carla? Richard? What is going on here?" I looked up at the sound of this and was mortified to see my man had come into the room and was staring at us open mouthed.

I didn't know how much he'd heard but however much couldn't be good. My offense was complete and at the sound of my man's voice, I'm ashamed to admit that I blew my load and came all over my chest and the bedroom carpet. I blushed completely red with the embarrassment, there was nowhere to hide, Carla wouldn't let me leave, my hot shemale stepmum was still fucking my ass even as my dad watched.

"I've got to keep busy when you're not around," she grinned enjoying both his and my discomfort, "How does it feel, honey, hearing your mister, your masculine pride and joy beg to have his virgin ass fucked by his own stepmum? To hear him beg to be her bitch and be fucked like his daddy? I guess being a cock loving sissy slut must run in your family."

I looked up at my dad and couldn't believe that he was getting hard, I could see his erection outlined in his jeans. It seemed that the sight of his mister having his ass ***d by his own girlfriend and her humiliatingly taunting him about it was a turn on for him. Obviously this love of offense ran in the family too.

"Come and join us," Carla said, "We can all see you want a piece of this. A man should be there for his sissy mister at such important times of his life."

My dad obviously wasn't immune to Carla's commanding abilities as he began to strip off until he was as naked as I was. His cock was already pretty hard from watching us and I couldn't help but admire it, it might have been about half the size of Carla's but it looked good enough to eat. What had happened to me? What had Carla turned me into? I was salivating over my own man's cock.

"You know, bitch, your daddy is quite the s*******ed cocksucker," Carla said as she continued to fuck me with a steady, aggressive rhythm, "Maybe he could teach you a thing or two. Come here, Joe," she said to my dad. She pulled him into a passionate kiss as he caressed her breasts and then whispered something in his ear. I tried to look back and see what was happening but I was impaled on my stepmum's full eight inches and could hardly move except in time with her thrusts.

"No," my dad said, "I can't."

"You will do as I say, slave," Carla said angrily, "You know you want to see what your little slut boy of a mister tastes like."

What? What was she asking him to do?

"How about it sissy boy?" she said to me, "Your daddy's going to suck your tiny girly cock, show you how it's done."

I was about to object but Carla thrust deep and hard back into me and I could only moan and say "Oh god yeah," in response to her assfucking and began to notice my cock was already growing hard again.

My dad dropped to the floor and slid underneath me, I could feel his tongue brush around my cock, and despite my objections to how weird the whole situation was, I couldn't help but moan with delight at how his warm mouth made my cock grow even harder. I had to admit the fact that it was my own man sucking me off while my shemale stepmum fucked my ass just made me more excited.

"Oh fuck, daddy you sure know how to suck cock! Fuck that's amazing!" I moaned, almost sorry as my own man's lips conspired to give me the best blowjob I'd ever had.

"Hahahaha," Carla giggled, "What a pair of dirty freaks you are, the cum loving cocksucker daddy sucking on his sissy boy mister's cock. Just watching you bitches is too much. Fuck me, I think I'm gonna cum!"

And with that I could feel her warm juices shoot inside me for the second time that day, this time up into my ass and leaking down my thighs. Before she had even withdrawn from my ass, my daddy was already diverting his attention from my cock to licking up my thighs trying to catch Carla's cum. I could hardly blame him, I'd obviously inherited his love of it. He moved around behind him and began to eat out Carla's tasty creampie from my newly ***d ass. The feel of my daddy's tongue circling my especially sensitive anus was every bit as good as what he could do to my cock.

"Hey, you know what I'd like," Carla said, watching us with obvious delight, "is to see you two sissy bitches fuck. How about it slave, don't you want your daddy to fuck you just like your stepmum."

"Oh yes, mistress," I said, "Please daddy, fuck my ass," I said, loving the tongue fucking he was already giving it and wanting more.

"Go on daddy," Carla said, "Your little sissy boy needs you."

My daddy couldn't hide his excitement at getting to be the second permister to *** his mister's cute ass, his rock hard erection told us all how much he'd want it. He pulled his tongue out and slipped his cock in. Having been taken by Carla's monster bat, my daddy's felt nice and snug and comfortable, there was no more pain.

"Oh fuck yes, daddy," I groaned as he pulled out and thrusted back in, "Fuck me hard, use my slutty ass. FUCK ME LIKE YOU FUCKED MY MUM!"

"Oh OH God, mister," my daddy moaned at hearing my last utterance, "You're gonna make me cum soon you little bitch if you keep talking like that."

"What would she think, your wife, to see you two now," Carla said, sitting back on the bed and opening her legs wide, "Both cockloving bitches for a hot shemale and fucking each other stupid. Maybe I'll send her a copy of this tape." We were both rock hard now and thrusting back and forward with vigorous rhythm and moaning. "Come and fuck me sissy boys, a girl like me needs a bit of cock too."

We stood up, with my daddy's cock still inside me and moved over to the bed. Carla opened her legs and stuck them in the air on my shoulders as I pushed my hard cock down into her ass with my daddy still standing behind me, his cock inside me. As my daddy thrust into me, I brought my ass back to meet him, as he pulled out, I thrust forward into my stepmum. It was the most amazing sex I'd ever had, my ass totally stimulated by my daddy's hard cock, my own cock nestled in my stepmum's tight ass. Inevitably it didn't take us all long to lose it. I was first.

"Fuck daddy, I'm gonna cum," I yelled, "You're making me cum all over your girlfriend."

My body shook with pleasure, my ass tightened further on daddy's cock my own cock thrust deep into Carla and exploded shooting cum everywhere, just as she, stroking her massive cock sandwiched between us, came over my chest.

"Oh God," she moaned, "Just the sight of you dirty sissies together is enough to make me cum. I can't believe you love fucking your mister so much. Are you gonna cum in his ass, he loves a bit of daddy's cum. Maybe you should go down on daddy's cock like he did for you, sissy boy," she said to me, and I quickly obliged, dropping to my knees and swallowing my dad's hard member just as he began to cum into my eagerly awaiting mouth, "That's it," said Carla, "cum for your slutty cumtakeing bitch whore of a mister."

"Fuck me," said my daddy, "I seem to have raised quite a little cumslut."

I grinned, my lips sticky with my daddy's cum, "Well, I just take after my daddy so well."

"That's right, honey," Carla smiled as the two of us both licked her body clean of cum, "It's gonna be great having two slut slaves from now on."

And that's about it. The story of my shemale steplady and how she made both me and my dad her bitches. I gave up on college and moved in permanently to be around Carla all the time. We had lots more kinky fun and made lots more videos but she told me the one where she takes my ass for the first time and then my daddy fucks me too is still the most popular on her website.

THE END

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Office Girls


"No! Damn!" Katrina exclaimed. Hitting keys at random on the laptop didn't unfreeze it. At least there didn't appear to be any damage to the keyboard. "What am I going to do now?" She said sinking back onto the chair. This was the tenth time of switching it on and off; the damn machine still wouldn't work.

"Bloody men. They made the damn things that's why they're so complicated." She complained. The phone rang startling her from thoughts of what she was going to tell Margaret about the computer.

"Yes. Oh! No it's OK. Sue I'm fine. Yes. This computer that's all." Katrina half listened to the inevitable gossip trying to calm down. "I'm not sure. Well if you think so. Thanks a lot." The offer of help with the laptop wasn't the relief it should have been. She wasn't looking forward to returning it to Margaret in this state but it was dangerous to let someone loose on it. What if they found the photos? That would be more embarrassing than a tongue lashing from Margaret.

The doorbell rang. "Hello Jamister."

"Mum sent me to look the laptop over. Shouldn't take long." He murmured, pushing past her into the house.

Before she could object he disappeared into the small bedroom they used as a study. 'What is it with men and toys? They will spend hours playing or watching others play then in the bedroom a minutes too much bother.' She thought. Looking over his shoulder watching his hands fly over the keyboard she realised it would be impossible to stop him if he discovering the sordid little secret.

'What happened to the nerdy kid from next door?' She wondered. 'When had those broad shoulders, cute bum and long legs developed? I guess he's just been the neighbours kid all these years. How old is he now? I'm thirty four so he must be nineteen.' She mused.

"Mrs Kent?"

"Oh! Sorry. I was just thinking. Wondering if it's going to, err, live."

"Yea. Funny. Well it's dead. Whatever you had on there is lost but I can re-install Windows and have it back to you in an hour. It'll be a new blank machine though."

He was expecting her to be crestfallen at losing valuable work whereas the smile was quit genuine. It was a relief, a rescue; she could kiss him. Perhaps not, especially being from Sue's household. His lady the town gossip would start beating the tom toms in seconds. 'Married neighbour worryed my mister!' The message would be there but mysteriously couched in Sue speak.

***

Katrina prepared just a snack for dinner as Harry, her husband, was out of town on a health and safety course. While lavishing Marmite on a piece of toast the doorbell interrupted this evening's culinary delight.

"There's good news and there's bad news." Jamister stated. "I'll give you the good news first." He added while leading her into the study. "The system is up and running and all the files, word documents, spreadsheets, photos have been recovered."

'If that was the good news why wasn't he smiling?' Katrina asked herself.

His hands skimmed across the keyboard. Jamister could see he had her attention. "The bad news is I've got backups on CD."

"Backups? That's good isn't it?" Her voice trailed off remembering he mentioned photos. Clearing her throat she asked. "I guess I should have made them just in case. Can I have the CD? Jamister." She tried to stand tall over him, mustering the authority of a neighbour and a married woman. He sat there looking smug and amused. Over his shoulder she saw the naughty photos of her and her three friends playing in succession on the monitor. In this dire situation they looked so lewd no longer the innocent little games they had played.

"The CD's are safe at home. Didn't have a chance to look at them all yet. Very interesting photos though. Would look good on the Internet. I wonder what mum would make of them?"

"No!" Katrina interrupted. "Please Jamister, just bring me the CD and forget about it. I'll pay for your time."

"That's OK. I'm sure the photos will fetch a lot posted on an amateur site."

Katrina sank to her knees holding onto his looking him straight in the eyes. "You mustn't do anything with them. Don't show them to anyone. You must promise me. Please! I beg you. It would be a terrible thing to do Jamister. You don't realise how much harm it would do to me and the others." She stopped suddenly realising the others shouldn't have been mentioned.

"I could promise. I might." He said, looking down her cleavage.

Her thoughts raced. 'It's not just me. The others are in those photos too. All the naughty things we got up to. I've got to stop him right now, settle it now. I can't let him go back home with the chance of his lady finding out.'

"What. What do you want Jamister. What will it take to make you promise? How much?"

He reached forward cupping her breasts in large hands. With his thumbs he kneaded her nipples watching them harden.

Katrina whimpered. She knew what he wanted, had known it would be this all along, but tried not to think it.

"That's a nice dress but it would be better on the floor."

"I can't. Don't make me do this. Please!" She pleaded; the poise from being a responsible elder was completely lost.

Pushing her up by her breasts he told her. "I've seen it all anyway. I just want to see it in the flesh now."

Hoping he just wanted to look, hoping he was underneath just a naughty schoolboy she pulled away from his grasp. She tried to reassure herself that he didn't have much experience of women, wouldn't demand too much.

Seeing her stand there subdued gave him confidence. He reached forward lifting the hem of her dress to see the colour of her panties. White sensible knickers and nothing else of interest except what they concealed.

For a moment she felt so naughty letting him see her knickers but before it could overwhelm her she straightened her shoulders prepared to tell him off. There was no escaping it. He had her in the palm of his hand and knew it.

"Carry on then." He told her.

'Oh No. This can't be happening.' She felt so humiliated and stupid, especially that it was her fault getting into this mess. 'Just get it over with. Give him his little bit of a thrill to masturbate over at bedtime. It's just so crude and demeaning. Show him then show him the door.' Turning around she quickly pulled the dress over her head dumping it onto the floor at his feet in some sort of gesture of defiance.

"Now the rest."

With her face close to the wall it still wasn't far enough away from him in the small room. What did he think of her body now! A thirty-four year old wife couldn't compare with a teenage girl. Hadn't he humiliated her enough?

"Turn around. Arms down to your sides." He looked her over not seeing the worn slippers, the only thing she wore

"Very nice. The pictures don't do you justice. You should get a professional photographer."

"No I couldn't. I." What was she saying? Standing here stripped before this young man discussing photography while he examined her naked body. 'Why do I feel so relieved he likes my body? It's awful.' He obviously liked what he saw and became more afraid of where this was going.

"Back down here." He said pointing between his knees. Watching her breasts swing forward as she bent to her knees was too tempting. Jamister took hold of them lifting them, smoothing them in his palms, rubbing the nipples.

Feeling her nipples reply to his caresses changed her opinion, he was more experienced than she imagined. Trying to think of something else wasn't easy. No one had ever paid so much attention to her breasts and they were enjoying it. From simple fumbling with boys to being married had been too quick. Anyway it was only since being married and putting a little weight on that they had grown. Not huge, just nice. Well he seemed to like them. It was no good the rest of her body was joining in the fun too. Any moment now her throat would give in and start to moan.

Guiding her with a firm hand she turned and moved, as he wanted her. 'I'm not putty in his hands; I'm a plastic doll. He's moving my limbs around as though I weren't here, and I'm letting him. Oh! No. That has got to stop.' She thought.

Hearing her at last moan out load he knew she was his for the taking. With her bent over the desk he was kneeling between her open legs. Continuing to lick her lips and probe her with his tongue until it ached. He finally sucked everything into his mouth.

It was as though he had sucked her insides out. A blaze of fire erupted into fireworks crackling out along every nerve fibre to her toes.

Sliding off the desk she collapsed onto his lap where he held her tight while the fire cooled. The chair rocked with her shivering for a little while then subsided. He lowered her to the floor with her head in his lap. Guiding the head of his cock into her mouth he watched her suckle it until he couldn't resist and it was his turn to close both eyes tight and moan.

Coughing with a mouthful of come she looked around for a waste bin.

"Just swallow it." He told her, while closing her mouth with a hand to her chin.

With all resistance striped away she did as he told her. 'The first time ever.' She thought. 'That other thing was a first too. My god! Wow! So that was oral sex.'

Jamister pulled one then the other from the sofa to look down at them on hands and knees below him. "What do you say? Thank you sir." He prompted.

In unimister they said the words surprised at how much they meant it.

"Sit up on your bottoms. Knees apart. Hands open on your knees. That's it. Sit there a moment to think about how much you enjoyed making me happy. I won't be back tonight with the first CD after all. I'll phone when I'm ready so make sure your ready for me."

Squatting on the floor naked they watched him leave and heard the front door close behind him, still unable to move. Like a deflated balloon Margaret collapsed forward in a heap. Katrina helped her up then untangled the dress. Walking back from the kitchen with tea she handed her friend a cup. Margaret hadn't moved from where she had left her.

"Another?" Katrina asked.

"Another what?" Margaret giggled.

Katrina looked at her then realised the giggle was close to a hysterical outburst. "Don't Maggy. We're in deep trouble and getting deeper all the time. We need help. We had better tell June."

"Tell her what? Shall we tell her that we're getting it deep. Really deep. The size of him! There was enough for two of us yet I haven't had him yet." Margaret said looking at her friend with envy.

"Neither have I." Katrina said defensively. "You were supposed to have helped me tonight."

"I think I did that alright. Not as intended sure." She giggled again.

"You had better go. Don't forget to wash the come off your face." Katrina scolded her.

With a defiant sweep of her hand Margaret found some and sucked it off a fingertip. Prancing up the stairs she made her way to the bathroom to wash and dress.

"I'll see you tomorrow in the office. Drive safely and don't do anything foolish." Katrina lectured her.

"Me? Do something foolish like relax with a perfect stranger. Too late my dear." She replied at the door.

"We haven't exactly done it, have we?" Katrina asked reaching for some small comfort.

"Oh, I think that counts as adultery. Just ask our husbands." Margaret threw back at her. Seeming to revel in the idea.

Watching the car disappear into the night Katrina worried about her. Margaret seemed too wired, too manic. She hugged herself for comfort. How did she get into this? They did need June's help she would tell her tomorrow. They say a trouble shared is a trouble halved. That obviously doesn't apply to a young mans cock.

Katrina wondered how Margaret would feel tomorrow knowing she would suffer after everything went so badly this evening when the situation had gone way beyond their control. It was admittedly her fault to begin with and as soon as Jamister entered her home this evening she had capitulated to him leaving Margaret to stand up to his demands. When she too had given in they were reduced to a couple of kittens purring at his feet.

They needed help desperately. They had hoped to settle the problem without telling the other two friends but they would have to be told now and in any case they were involved as much as she was. He had naughty photographs of them too. Carol wouldn't be much help whereas June was an older woman, their office supervisor, with a greater experience of life. She wasn't the type to take any nonsense from Jamister.

It was June's home they used to meet and play where those dreadful photographs had been taken. The one's he was using to blackmail her and now Margaret. June's husband had died two years ago and the four had met together to cheer her up until one evening they had all been a little takes and started a game. A naughty little game had started out so innocently where one would tell a fantasy scene from a novel and each would add to it. It had all been just a laugh, until now.

The stories often ended up in complete farce creating a lot of merriment and did cheer June up but they had taken it all a stage too far. On Halloween night they dressed up and after a few glasses of wine June had taken photos. After a few more glasses they became more daring. Katrina always found being dared was hard to refuse and June knew how to push each of the friends from working with them as their supervisor. Bending over to show her panties had been easy for they felt it was a safe place to play out silly fantasies or so they had thought.

Over the months the weekly sessions had formulated into a routine of escapism with stories being written on the computer together with photos of them posing, illustrating the story. Dressed as a gorilla Carol had reached around Carol dressed as a schoolgirl grabbing her breasts. With a little more wine they were pulled out for the first of many bare breasted shots. Ordering saucy books over the Internet, for none of them had been brave enough to buy one in a shop, they read the stories out loud often laughing at the ludicrous scenes.

June too would join in and end up being subjected to small offenses like standing in the corner with her hands on her head or over someone's knee while they pretended to smack her bottom or serving the takes with the skirt tucked into the back of their knickers. When a bondage book arrived by mistake things did get out of hand a little when whoever drew the short straw was lightly bound. They were always just a tease but the photos didn't reflect that.

June had suggested they pose nude to record themselves while they looked young and beautiful, as a reminder for when they were her age. Katrina remembered remarking that June was good looking for forty-eight. June had a large pair of breasts over a slim waist and looked fabulous in a bustier. Her legs were long and slender and strong from dancing. A hobby she shared with her husband. Somehow they all agreed to strip off for a group photo and from then on it was easy to pose naked for ever more raunchier scenes.

Katrina remembered Carol squealing with a mixture of fear and delight when a dildo was held against her pussy. She was tied up for a pose and couldn't stop June from teasing her while she pleaded for her to stop. With tears of laughter she collapsed on the floor with all four of them in a heap laughing.

No one said anything but all suspected June had started using the thing, as it was never seen again. Other props were bought with an understanding nothing would actually be used; nothing too embarrassing would be done to each other. Yet it didn't always look that way in the photos if you hadn't been there.

Everything was photographed and saved on the computer and now that young man had a copy. Unfortunately it didn't look so innocent anymore when a young man had a hold of them. They looked lascivious, indecent even.

****

Katrina made arrangements to meet on Wednesday instead of the usual Friday night by sending emails to each of the other three. Nothing was mentioned, no emergency or difficulties, just that they should meet up. Just in case Jamister turned up at her house Katrina drove straight to Margaret's from the office. Over a quick coffee they tried to make sense of what had happened last night and what they should tell June. Carol wasn't even mentioned for they knew she would be a push over and go along with whatever they decided.

****

Jamister waited outside for the right moment to pounce and exactly on time he saw her leave the house, hesitating to check the front door was locked she turned toward her car. The twenty-five year old woman was slightly built and pretty. He remembered seeing the pictures of her dressed as a schoolgirl acknowledging how well the little outfit had suited her.

"Hi, Carol." He said, while raising his hand. She took it into hers automatically. He shook it with a gentle but firm grasp. "Katrina told me to pick you up. Here I have a note somewhere. Are! It must be in the car." He said while patting his pockets. "I'm to drive you both over to June's house. We have to hurry because they're meeting early. Katrina's directions weren't very good and it's taken me time to find you. By the way I'm Katrina's cousin, Jamister." He lied, while holding the door to his sports car for her.

Carol sat quietly on the short journey wondering what this meeting was all about and why the sudden change of plans. If Katrina's cousin was driving them there and home again it must mean a special evening with a lot of wine on the menu.

A little tingle of excitement flushed her cheeks. Under the light raincoat she wore a nice flowery summer dress. Nothing outrageous, except under it she wore sheer stockings held by suspenders with the tiniest pair of panties she had ever worn. The white suspenders and panties were in bright contrast to the smooth tan of her skin.

She inherited her beautiful features and skin tones from her parents, who were born in Kuching in Malaysia. The suspense was thrilling too as she wondered which one of them had something special to share with the others, and what was it?

"Here we are safe and sound. Katrina practically ordered me to drive slowly for you. Katrina!" He shouted, walking straight into the kitchen while Carol waiting in the hall. "Hi Katrina. OK. I'll tell her." Jamister said into the mobile phone pressed against his cheek. He didn't want Carol to see it wasn't even switched on. He smiled reassuringly at Carol with a conspiratorial wink. "She's on her way there, couldn't wait. She says to get changed and I'll drive you to June's house. Does she order everyone around like that or just me?" He asked.

"I'm afraid the three of them do it to me too." She said.

"Upstairs in the spare bedroom. She's left something for you. Here let me take your coat." Ignoring the ineffectual resistance he had her coat off and hung it on the coat rack. "Hurry up. It's the second door on the left."

Holding onto the sides of the dress with both hands she scampered up the stairs taking no chances of showing off the suspenders. He could see the sheer stockings and she could feel his eyes looking up at her from the hall. What he couldn't see was the embarrassment on her face simply from what she was wearing underneath the dress. It seemed so naughty to wear this saucy outfit with a man so close, even though he was young and didn't suspect a thing.

In the room she quickly shrugged off the dress and grabbed the garment off the bed. She gasped in surprise. It was a little bunny girl outfit. The tiny skirt was far to short. What was she going to do? She would have to make some excuse for taking it with her for she couldn't change into it while he was down stairs with her coat. Carol wasn't daring enough to wear it even with a coat over it.

"Come on we have to go." Jamister told her.

Hearing his voice right outside the door startled her into a greater panic.

When she didn't answer he asked. "You OK?"

She nodded then realised she hadn't spoken. "Yes, OK!" She managed to croak. He must have assumed her reply meant he could come in and here she was wearing nothing but this insubstantial underwear. Despite herself she was becoming aroused from this handsome young mans presence.

"Your not dressed yet. Come on! Get a move on." He scooped up the dress she had worn to drop it into a shopping bag. It was the same bag he had purchased the bunny girl costume in. It had been easy leaving it here in Katrina's house as his lady had a spare key. She used it when Katrina was on holiday to water the plants.

He flashed her a big reassuring smile. He had a right to feel satisfied as he had conquered two of the four friends and now had a third stripped down to her underwear. It had been a well-planned deception where he had practically *******ped her.

"Quickly slip that on and I'll zip it up." He told her.

The feeling of offense at him seeing her in the naughty underwear was confusing her. Not wanting to face him, unable to ask for her dress back, she quickly pulled the outfit over her head desperate to cover a near naked body. She let him turn her body to be zipped in to it with his hands upon her shoulders. Jamister was a large well-built man, well able to man handle her, yet he hadn't taken advantage or made lewd remarks. Still she found his presence overpowering. The thought crossed her mind that he was gay and Katrina had set her up in this embarrassing situation.

The spandex top was a perfect fit, like a second skin. He had her measurements from the computer where the four of them had ordered outfits on the Internet. All their measurements, purchases, photos, addresses and more were his.

She tremred while he fiddled at her neck. In the mirror she saw a collar around her neck with a short leash dangling from it. What was happening, she had no idea. Was this all a plot by the others to humiliate her?

"Here, down on the floor. You have to practice crawling." He told her.

On hands and knees she crawled next to him out of the bedroom onto the landing. She didn't see the phone in his hand videoing the event for his collection. The feel of the little hem fluttering upon her bare bottom was so mortifying she kept her eyes shut knowing it was working its way to flop around her waist. This very scene had been enacted in the privacy of June's home where even there it had been almost too much for her, but then she had worn sensible knickers.

With this young man in charge it was so much more intense and she was wearing practically nothing between her legs. Carol was humiliated, devastated and turned on all at the same time. The confusion of emotions was so overwhelming there was no option but to retreat into a little world in her mind leaving him to guide her. She had lost control and let him control her body.

He looped the leash around the banister and descended the stairs. Looking up at her he said. "You'll have to stand up to walk down the stairs or you might fall. Come on we need to hurry. Take hold of the leash."

She stood trembling with offense looking down at him knowing he could see up the tiny skirt. It only covered her hips so he would be able to see the suspenders and most embarrassing of all the minute patch of white moulded to the lips between her legs. Looking down at each step she descended carefully avoiding his stare. Still she hadn't noticed the phone videoing the sway of her hips with the pulsation of that white triangle in rhythm.

"No! Please. I need the raincoat. I can't go like this." Carol pleaded. Desperation had overcome fear bringing her back to the reality of what she was doing; or rather what she had allowed him to do to her.

"You'll be fine. I'll look after you. Now do as your told and get into the car."

Feeling his hand gently slap her bare bottom brought a spurt of energy propelling her out of the door onto the drive. Eager to get in out of sight she fell into the passenger seat trying to sink out of view. When he got in she looked down to where his eyes were drawn. She had squirmed down into the seat leaving her legs uncovered to the crotch. Pulling at the hem did no good she would have to put up with it for the short journey to June's house.

When a van pulled up beside them at traffic lights she felt so dreadful she wanted to wake up willing it all to be some kind of nightmare. At last they arrived.

"We'll just wait a moment, their car isn't here yet." Jamister told her.

Carol wasn't in a hurry to expose herself to any passing stranger so sat with eyes shut tight and with the small consolation he hadn't touched her much. He was a well-built man and could easily have his way with her, especially as those naughty panties were so flimsy. He had a slight excuse too for she had just stood there in a bedroom in her underwear, letting him take the lead. Her friends would protect her, so it would all be over soon.

The two friends didn't see them sitting waiting. They left the car, still arguing, walking up to the front door of June's house. Katrina fished in her handbag for the key June had given her, at last finding it. Right behind them Jamister led Carol on a tight leash.

"Hello girls." He announced as they walked into the hallway.

Katrina and Margaret were stunned. They stood with open mouths staring at Jamister then took in the sight of Carol. The cold air had swollen her nipples for them to be displayed like candles on cup cakes, through the thin spandex, ready to be set on fire. They knew how sensitive she was and the slightest touch would set them aflame.

"Now we are here you two had better follow the rules. Down Carol." He ordered, with a hand on her head. Carol sank awkwardly to her knees then on to all fours. The young man did the same to Katrina who gave in with a little whimper.

Margaret watched mesmerised as he strapped a collar around her friend's neck sickened by the way she had capitulating so easily. His smile seemed so all consuming, the struggle to tell him 'No' was lost. She thought at least June would save them form this offense. The idea that she was enjoying this was firmly filed away in the back of her mind. Before she could adjust to what was happening she too was on her hands and knees while he fastened a collar around her neck. The three women crawled beside him along the hallway into the lounge.

'At least the carpet is soft on the knees.' Katrina thought.

"What do you think of this then?" June said while turning slowly around showing off a spectacular new outfit. The black latex suit lifted her breasts into two impressive globes. It creased tight between ample cheeks, pulling tight at the waist and between her legs. Completing the turn she faced her three friends. Whatever she was going to add was fetishd off on seeing her friends on hands and knees beside a stranger. Like them she was stunned into silence.

"Your friends have something to tell you. Come on Katrina, confess." Jamister told her while pulling on the leash powering her to look up at June.

Still on hands and knees Katrina looked up at her friend who's smile was replaced by a look of shock. While she stammered out a sorry tale of woe about the computer and how Jamister had the photos, June looked at her not wanting to acknowledge Jamister's presence in their secret playground.

He circled the room casually examining the fine furniture recognising it from the photos. On a piece of furniture here and there he placed a miniature camera. At last he stood beside June examining the outfit. She hadn't moved from the spot where she had given the slow twirl. He bent to her ankles quickly snapping the clasps together and stood upright, close to her.

"What have you done to them? This has got to stop now young man. We won't submit to blackmail. You will hand over the photographs or I will phone the police." June stated. She was quick to recover but not quick enough. Taking a step away from him she began to fall when her foot refused to leave its companion.

Jamister took hold of both arms gently lowering the woman to the floor. Unlike her friends she couldn't support herself on her hands as the wrists were clasped to a tight belt about her waist.

"What do you think you are doing? Let me go. Get out of here now!" June protested.

"So this is the toy box." Jamister said. He rummaged through it until he found a large vibrator. "So who wants to play a game then?" He asked.

"No you don't. We want nothing to do with you." June told him while squirming on the floor.

He sauntered over to her and knelt. "Until you learn the rules of this game you had better be kept quiet. For your own good." He told her. From a bag he pulled a gag and fitted it around her head. Carefully pulling the long blond hair away from her face he slipped it into her mouth while she gathered more words of protest.

The muffled shout convinced her of its effectiveness. She at last lay still, exhausted from the ineffective struggle, flat on the floor sucking in air through flared nostrils, glaring at her friends.

"So. Now we are all together let the fun begin. Who wants to be first?" Jamister asked, with a glint of mischief to his voice. The three women cowered on the floor staring at the carpet not wanting to catch his eye. "Katrina." He said, the single word making her tremble. "You had better get changed from your office attire into something more comfortable."

Katrina kicked off her shoes, undid the white blouse quickly twisting each button. Unzipping the side of the black skirt she let it slip to the floor. At a look from him she twisted the white bra to unclip it and let that too drop to the floor. She wasn't to be spared; the tights and black panties were pulled off each leg. She wanted to reach out for the outfit he held to cover her body but cuddled her naked body instead.

"Hands to the side girl." He told her. "You arranged this meeting so you must be punished. Go stand in the corner like a naughty girl. Count to thirty silently then place your hands on your head. Count another thirty and put them to your sides. Then start over." He ordered.

She nodded obedience and started counting. The others had watched entranced at seeing their friend capitulate to his whim. Who was going to be next and what was in store for them?

"Margaret your next. Stand up girl, quickly."

She hurried to obey not wanting to be punished, not daring to look at the others.

Carol was in her own little world pretending it was the usual Friday night game and that he wasn't there.

June lay where he had left her galled at seeing her friends reduced to playthings of this young man. How had he reduced them to this state? It was more difficult for them having husbands to consider but even she shuddered to think what friends and neighbours would think if their secret was revealed.

Margaret stood perfectly still with arms to her sides while he examined her naked body. Her breasts weren't large but they were firm and her legs were shapely. At first she was highly embarrassed but he seemed to enjoy the look of her body and was surprised at how much this pleased her. Her mind became filled with thoughts of what he had done to her last night and how much she had enjoyed it.

"Lie on the floor face down over here." Jamister told her. He directed her until her head was between June's knees.

On his knees beside June he carefully unzipped the outfit from the back to her belly. She protested through the gag a meaningless stream of sounds while he held onto her breasts squeezing the nipples harshly until she held still. For a moment he simply tingled her thighs with tender strokes of his fingertips then suddenly sucked on her lips. Pushing his tongue in to explore he felt her thighs relax, opening a little.

June tried to fight it until his tongue began to wriggle between her lips when her body gave in the struggle. Feeling her pussy opening up to him like a flower in bloom she flopped back on the floor a little more aware of how he had achieved her friends presentation. The little groans of satisfaction as he hit the right spot were thankfully muffled and distorted.

Pulling Margaret into position he directed her to suckle on her friends pussy. With the leash he guided Carol between Margaret's legs. Close to her friends bare pussy Carol watched with wide-open eyes the young man sucking on the lips only inches from her face.

"Like that. Keep doing it until I give you more instructions." He told her. As an added incentive he stroked her nipples, playing with them rubbing them hard.

Carol felt as if they would burst into flames. She reached up with her face to Margaret's recently shaved pussy and sucked. With that first touch she felt Margaret press down seeking more, slathering her mouth with wetness almost suffocating her. Startled by a touch between her own legs she stopped sucking and licking. Quickly she continued before the pussy above her pressed down too tightly and ***d her.

Feeling her panties pulled to one side was startling but the feel of fingers and a tongue exploring her was shocking. It was a delirious pleasure her body needed desperately after being so fiercely teased.

Jamister turned Katrina around from her corner of the room. She staggered when her knees went weak at the sight of her friends on the floor. She had heard mutterings but blocked it all out by counting. The three friends were laying in a row with their heads between the others legs noisily sucking. June was on her back with Margaret's head between her legs. Margaret was lying on her stomach with Carol between her legs face up.

He guided Katrina down on her friend Carol. With a little guidance she picked up what she was to do. To each of them in turn he gave the same instructions. "Lick or suck where your pussy is licked or sucked. What ever you feel do the same to the one in your mouth." He told them.

Looking up at Katrina's clitoris he pulled her hips down. Penetrating her with his tongue she sighed a deep satisfaction. A split second later he heard Carol whimper, then Margaret, then a muffled sound from June's gag. A wet finger penetrated Katrina's brown puckered hole and she nearly came. The gesture went from woman to woman eliciting a fresh round of groans and whimpers. He thought of playing a tune with them but instead carried out a steady rhythm. For half an hour he carried on the game until they were all moaning in desperation.

Jamister moved from under Katrina telling her to carry on probing with her tongue. Taking hold of her hips he slipped his aching cock into her and with a few strokes she came. The motion of her head bucking to and fro from the motions of her hips on his cock travelled from one to the other.

Holding back from coming he moved on to Carol. Lifting her bottom off the carpet he entered her. With the first stroke she was aflame with passion and her head rose up into Margaret's pussy as she came powerfully.

He pulled Carol from under her friend and entered Margaret for her to buck and gyrate on his cock so he didn't have to move a muscle. Quickly sated she deflated upon June in a heap. He had to drag Margaret off June still rubbing herself on Margaret's face. Between June's legs he felt them almost crushing him as they wrapped around his middle. Thrusting into her, he rode her hard and furiously now desperate to come after holding back for so long.

She cried out a long wailing orgasm. Thankfully for the neighbours it was muted by the gag otherwise they might think someone was being ***d or *******ed. At last the five bodies lay at rest upon the floor.

Jamister lay upon the prone body of June in silence except for the thumping of his heart and the deep breaths sucked into his heaving chest. Each of the women, in their own way, savouring the moment, held on to the feelings of satisfaction. 'This is just the beginning.' He thought. Looking them over he whispered. "So where do we go from here?"

The four women knelt upon the carpet with heads bowed before the young man, each in turn taking his cock in their mouths in a demonstration of their position of fealty to him. Margaret enjoyed the sexual contact making the most of it so that he had to pull away from her. Katrina's embarrassment became obvious as her cheeks blushed and he watched the flush spread down her neck to her bare breasts. Carol's eyes were shut tight as he pierced her lips using her compliant mouth for just one slow stroke.

June watched her friends use with astonishment; it was their presentation to this offense as much as the audacious act they were being powerd to perform that shocked her. She was struggling to gather the words to admonish this stranger who had invaded her home and her body. The words came to mind too late as his deflated member was quickly pushed into her open mouth. When she found herself sucking it like a comforter, consternation reigned in her mind. The feelings of sexual gratification were kindled again overcoming her natural reluctance to submit to this arrogant young man.

As soon as Jamister left the house the four friends pulled themselves together, each disappearing upstairs to a room for privacy. June made an effort in the kitchen sink to freshen up. Anger flared inside and subsided just as quickly as she thought about the three of them upstairs. It wasn't their fault. He had seduced her too. Too easily, too completely. Holding on to the edge of the sink she took a moment to wonder at the way he had taken her, taken all of them. It had been unexpected, outrageous, catching them off guard so they just let it happen. She tremred a little at the memory of that powerful orgasm.

In the lounge they readied to leave. Nothing was being said obviously wanting to run away from the sordid episode. "Just wait a moment." June told them. "Sit down. We've got to sort this out. We can't just give in to him. We can't just let him have sex with us whenever he wants. Its blackmail, dirty blackmail, and we must do something to stop him."

"Should we go to the police?" Katrina asked. Margaret and Carol shook their heads.

"That won't work now. We've given in to him and there isn't proof he obligate us. Which is worse, having the photos revealed or continuing with this debasement?"

"Why not just play along with him?" Margaret asked. "Do what he wants until we get the opportunity to destroy the photos, then we'll be free. Don't try to pretend you didn't enjoy it June."

June was taken aback. There hadn't been enough time to work out how she felt about it, except shame. Margaret had a point, which she didn't want to face right then. "What do you think Katrina?" She said, trying to ignore Margaret.

"I don't know what to do about it. I'm sorry June; I tried to get the photos back that first evening. I really did! I shouldn't have given in to him that first time, it gave him such an advantage. He has such a way about him it was difficult, impossible to resist him." She shook her head trying to clear it of the naughty thoughts. She explained what had happened that first evening and the second with both her and Margaret giving in to him.

"Good grief. You let him shave you? Both of you? I must admit he seems to know a lot, too much, for such a young man." She said quietly. This was the closest she was going to come to admitting she had enjoyed that evenings sexual escapade.

"What about me?" Complained Carol. They looked at her seeing the hurt expression creasing her face into almost-tears. She explained how he had brought her here on the pretext Katrina had made the arrangements. "I can't tell Luke, he must never find out, he will ******* me. We must keep it a secret." The others nodded silently each with similar reamisters for keeping the photos a secret and now there was the added problem of having had sex with him.

"It's not just the photos now. What if I'm pregnant? My husband will know it's not him. I pretend it's my fault but we both know he can't produce youngren." Carol looked like a young girl sitting there wringing her hands rocking back and forth.

Both Katrina and Margaret spluttered tea over the kitchen table. "Oh! No! I hadn't thought of that. It was only this evening that he actually. Oh! No!" Katrina wailed.

"Calm down!" June demanded.

"It's all right for you. Your past, well you know. I mean." Margaret ground to a halt.

"He didn't fill you up, either of you, did he? Well he did me." June stated. The expression upon her face revealed to her friends a secret thought, a thought that had been pushed away ever since she had felt him coming. At that moment she had wanted him and his sperm so badly she was willing to submit to anything.

"I'm not passed it if that's what you mean." June glared back at Margaret.

Katrina waved her open hand between the two of them. "Listen. Can you get some morning after pills from that friend of yours in the pharmacy?" June nodded. "When that's taken care of we can deal with the photos and blackmail. None of us can afford to let him carry out the threat so we will have to come up with a solution."

"In the mean time we do as he says, yes?" Margaret added with a sly smile upon her face.

"Yes! We must, all of us. He said that. We must all do as he says. Please! My husband mustn't find out." Carol pleaded.

Margaret was forming a quip about being relaxing with a stranger to help her friend out, when June recovered her composure to say. "I could take him on. You three have husbands to consider. I could demand he leaves you alone. Make a deal with him." June leant back from the looks of angry suspicion on the three faces. Even Carol gave her a stern look over the proposal. June dropped the idea wondering at their reaction questioning her motives behind the suggestion to.

They hugged and said good night agreeing not to decide anything until after a good nights relax. Katrina drove the two friends home and reluctantly entered her empty house. On opening the fridge she became aware of a ravenous hunger. With her husband away there was little there, no tasty leftovers. An overwhelming desire for chocolate sped her across the kitchen for the car keys. "Oh! No! Not a craving for chocolate. She relaxed a little knowing pregnancy urges were a long way off. Even if she was pregnant, which she wasn't! She stroked her stomach smiling with the thought of it. Was it worth the risk?

***

Waddling into the prenatal clinic a nurse asked Katrina her name. "And who is this." The woman was obviously experienced enough not to assume anything. The young man didn't appear to be her husband but you could never tell.

"He's the man. Jamister." Katrina purred contentedly, as he helped her down onto the cushioned mat where she would attempt some exercises. Jamister turned to help the next woman, swaying a large belly through the door.

"That's OK! I'll see to her." The nurse exclaimed. She was alarmed at seeing this young man about to man handle another of her new intake.

"Its alright, Jamister can help me. After all it's his lump too." Margaret grinned.

The nurses' eyes swivelled between the two women in astonishment not knowing what to say. Carol entered the sparsely decorated room and lifted her arms for Jamister to wrap her in a grip ready to be lowered to the floor. She sat gently on another blue cushioned mat and looked up at him. "Baby says thank you, Daddy." Carol smiled.

He turned to June and wrapped his arms around her unable to get a grip then dismissed propriety to hold her large swollen breasts, lowering her too onto a mat.

The nurse looked as though her eyes would pop. All four women looked at her expectantly while she pulled herself together. Clearing her throat she said. "There's four more booked in for this session, perhaps we should wait for them." It would at least let her regain some composure. She looked at the young man fussing over the four pregnant women. She thought she had seen it all but this was astonishing, that he should be responsible for all four was just astonishing.

Katrina introduced each of the pregnant women as they entered the room and Jamister helped them to a mat. "It's OK these belong to Jamister too. This is my neighbour Jessie, and Cousin Aggie, and Aunty Mildred. Oh! Mom!"

***

Katrina sat up in bed shaking. She looked down at herself half expecting to see a pregnant lump but her tummy was still flat. Her feelings too were flat. The sigh of relief left her lips pouting while she thought about the contentment felt in the dream. On impulse she stuffed a pillow up the baggy tee shirt used as a nightgown and tried to relax, all the while stroking the stretched shirt. Was it a nightmare or a wish fulfilment dream? Still feeling hungry she got up to feed the microwave with whatever was found open from the fridge. Still half a relax it took a few moments to realise she still had the pillow tucked up the nightgown. Reluctantly she pulled it free.

***

Next day was hectic in the office, preparing for an audit, leaving the four women too busy to discuss what they must do to rid themselves of this perverse situation. When a colleague appeared from another department with a baby shower list it caught Katrina and Carol off guard. Katrina watched Carol's eyes wide with desire, her fingers stroking the tiny romper suit comparing the blue and the pink her eyes filing with a misty far away glow. Katrina wondered if she too shared that wistful look.

The colleague patted Carol's stomach and asked her. "Are you going to be next then? I'll start a collection shall I?" She laughed, gathering everything up to stride off on her rounds of the building.

Carol gave Katrina a near-tear simper and hurried out to the bathroom. Katrina knew how she felt and decided to carry the pillow again tonight; it might help.

All four women peered over the computer monitors across the office at each other. The look in their eyes said it all; each had received a message from him with instructions for tonight. They had been summoned.

In the car, on their way to June's house Katrina wondered out loud to her two friends. "He must have access to our office systems to send a message like that. One of us must have left their Id and password on the laptop. I wonder what else is on there?" She murmured.

"It doesn't matter does it?" Margaret asked. "I mean it's the photos we want back. With them in our hands our lives will be our own again. I'm not saying I haven't enjoyed some of it, but I would rather have the choice of what to do. Whose to say what he will do to us next." She commented, turning from the front seat to look at Carol.

Carol grimaced. " I don't want to think about it. Lets just get to June's and try to figure a way out of this. I just hope June has thought of something."

Katrina wondered about Margaret. She seemed to find it all just some wild adventure as though re-living her adolescents. Katrina was feeling sick thinking about what she had done and how she would cope when her husband returned home.

***

They heard him arrive and quickly put down their takes listening to the even tap of his leather shoes on the hall tiles. When the door opened they dropped the dressing gowns in unimister. "Wonderful. Absolutely ravishing." A small part of each of the women wanted it to be them he was lavishing praise upon yet feeling sullied being naked before this young man. Standing with heads bowed was a sign of their presentation though Katrina rationalised they were too embarrassed to look him in the eye. There just hadn't been long enough to mount a revolt or agree to a plan of mutiny.

"Katrina, go and wait for me in the hall. Margaret, wait in the kitchen. Carol, go stand in the corner." June couldn't believe they were being treated like this. Four grown women had stripped themselves naked and were being ordered around like servants. She had had just about enough of this ridiculous situation.

Before June could protest the audacious young man placed a belt around her waist trapping her arms to her sides. "What are you doing?" She complained. He slipped a blindfold around her eyes.

Holding her close he whispered. "You like this don't you." She mouthed a protest in answer at the same time nodding her head betraying more truthful feelings. When she opened her mouth again he popped a gag into her mouth. While she gasped for air trying to get used to this surprise attack s let him lead her across the room with little hesitant steps. Gently pushed over the back of an easy chair she lie there shrinking into a little dark world of her own knowing what was to come. A little whimper escaped her throat as she wondered if perhaps it wasn't the obvious but something horrid, something painful he had planned for her. Was she going to be punished or had she something more frightful to endure.

She felt his fingers playing with her pussy and it was a relief. The irony of this made her chuckle. A stranger had her helpless in her own living room and she was grateful that he was playing with her pussy. At least he wasn't greasing her arse. In such a vulnerable state she needed to encourage him and with relief felt her body responding. He was good; he knew a woman's body surprisingly well. She felt him entering her and frowned, it felt wrong. She heard a hiss and the thing inside her expanded filling her up feeling huge, leaving her whimpering.

When she felt him lubricating her bottom she struggled only to feel the thing inside her wriggle. Every movement was felt as it touched nerve endings she hadn't known existed. On feeling another device gently eased up her anus she exhaled round the gag, sucking and blowing air in fear. He stroked her hair and spoke reassuringly into her ear until she quietened. Feeling the thing expand like the first one she whinnied like a nervous pony.

She was left to her darkness concentrating on the strange feelings, trying carefully not to move, not wanting the sensations to overwhelm her. Her pussy and her bottom were full and the ends were swinging between her legs. She concentrated on keeping still and keeping sane, under control. It wasn't easy when such conflicting feelings were coursing through her body, of sexual tension and fear and above all a need to orgasm. She didn't hear the others being brought back into the room and if she had it would have been some comfort to know they too were blindfolded not seeing her scandalful condition.

Jamister positioned the four women in a line close to each other one behind the other. Taking a tube from between June's legs he eased it into Katrina's prepared bottom. It had been well greased yet she still protested by rising up on tiptoe. It was no good the tube reached and the two women were pulled together. Pressing the nozzle of an aerosol can to a valve in the tube it immediately grew and stiffened. One end was firmly buried up Katrina's arse the other deep in June's pussy. Expanded as they were with compressed air there was no way of pulling them free.

Carol was next inline then Margaret. Margaret had the tube from her bottom attached to the wall. Each of them was coupled together, from bottom to pussy, like a string of carriages and Jamister was about to become their engine. To complete the chain Jamister moved into position before Katrina with his own pipe ready to couple.

The women were already steamed up moving slightly then stiffening their bodies trying to avoid the slightest movement where each transgression elicited a little whimper of pain and pleasure. The women's perfume was overpowering with sweat and hormones from their excited bodies. Each woman was straining with the dual need to hold on and let go. Holding onto Katrina's hips he slowly eased himself in while she breathed out in a whoosh of air, cooling his chest.

He started a gentle rhythm, which Katrina refused to accept until with a grunt she met his hips with hers, all restraint gone she began to buck her hips. The tightly fitted tube up her arse pulled June's pubis forward, and so too Carol and Margaret. For a few strokes they were all out of step with one another feeling the objects movements in vagina and arse to the maximum. A steady writhing rhythm gave them the appearance of some strange caterpillar getting nowhere faster and more urgently. Jamister arrived first coming into Katrina who squealed as though applying air breaks urgently. She shuddered to a halt quivering with excitement the tubes movements extending the feelings with every thrust from June. Each of the women in turn came, June shaking her head from side to side, Carol silent and intense, Margaret still bucking furiously back and forward impaling herself on both phalluses, unintentionally punishing Carol's arse.

The sound of badly leaking air brakes brought them to a halt. The four women stood perfectly still pressed up close sharing the objects presence, trembling on it, living the last vibrations together. They knew better than to sink to their knees, couldn't anyway, unable to escape the terrible thing inside them. He lifted the blindfold and undid the gag on each woman in turn. Releasing June's arms she swayed threatening to tumble to the floor but Jamister held her until she recovered. With June leaning against Carol she looked to be squashed against Margaret with her head between the woman's breasts breathing heavily against June's back.

"I need a take after that. We all need a large glass of water. Off to the kitchen with you." He laughed. "Be careful, move slowly." He said. Each in a world of their own, unable to think for themselves, they obeyed his order shuffling across the room like members of a chain gang. Orgasmic post tremors rippled through their bodies as they made their way to the kitchen. The *** to their bodies was both pleasurable and appallingly embarrassing and it showed on their faces as they shuffled back into the room.

"Please, let us go. Undo us. Please!" Katrina pleaded.

"I might keep you like that all weekend. It will teach you not to misbehave and to do as you are told." He firmly threatened.

"Please sir. We'll do as you say. You don't need to keep us like this. We'll behave. We promise to do what ever you want." Katrina pleaded. She wriggled her bottom in response to a ripple effect starting from Margaret. Jamister watched the looks of suppressed pleasure and discomfort cross the four faces. It was amusing to watch so might try this again some time but enough was enough. He didn't just release the tubes he played between their legs until they were lying exhausted upon the carpet. He had been tempted to leave the annul tube in to see the effect of them parading around with tails but let them off this offense.

"On your knees slaves." He cajoled them. They were compliant like well-trained dogs with Margaret attempting an imitating of an eager pup seeking his approval by sitting up on her knees making little whining noises. Katrina looked at her friend with a look of contempt. Before she could say anything Jamister reprimanded her. "There's no need for that. You're all in this together. Take it, you know what to do." He told Katrina. She turned to face the front as though on parade, arching her back and pulling her shoulders back thrusting out her breasts at him at the same time shuffling her knees apart. The others adjusted themselves, squatting on the floor in a row displaying their naked bodies to him.

Jamister was impressed with the size of June's breasts and they still felt firm. Next to her Carol looked so small and cute it was no wonder they had dressed her up as a schoolgirl on their naughty evenings together. There were quit a few photos on the computer which had given him clues on how best to treat each of them. On the end was Margaret always eager and ready for more. A nice figure but it was her vivacity that beamed out from her entire body straining at him to take notice. He looked back at Katrina. Her thin waist made her breasts look large too but knew by their feel they were smaller than June's.

From their last encounter Katrina knew exactly what to do. She lifted his flagging penis in one hand while cupping his balls with the other. A first tentative kiss to its eye followed by a lick along its length and back, then with a gentle suction it disappeared between her lips into her mouth. All the while she tenderly pumped his balls. She wasn't used to so much physical stimulation, none of them were, but Katrina found it impossible to resist however hard she tried to maintain a detached aloofness.

After a short moment he pulled back and moved sideways to stand before June. She repeated the action as mechanically as Katrina had. She had enjoyed him from the very first perhaps because she hadn't had sex for so long. On occasion he caught her staring at his penis with a look of lust in her eyes. She wanted to let go of her inhibitions and pull him on top of her but all the time held back before her friends not wanting to let them down.

When Carol took hold of him it was a different feeling altogether. It was as though she revered his penis lavishing it with all her attention, her tongue not resting even when it was in her mouth she worked it hard. Her slim brown fingers were cool on his hot sack continuously moving his balls around without the slightest discomfort to mar the exquisite feelings.

Margaret had a similar effect upon him only it was from her own desire to have him erect rather than a concern for his pleasure. She revelled in being a sex thing as long as it led to her own satisfaction, and if he enjoyed it too, it meant more pleasure would be coming her way.

With his penis bouncing before him their eyes followed it as though mesmerised by a snake. If he stepped any closer it would tap Katrina on the forehead. Placing bags before them he said. "Here's your clothes for the weekend. Get showered and changed then back down here. Quickly, come on, move." They reached for the bags and struggled to their feet almost as stiff as he was.

Katrina realised the significance of what he had just said. They were in for a session lasting the weekend, the whole weekend. After this last offense could it get any worse? With a shudder she knew it could and would.

The four friends met early at June's house desperate to discuss their predicament. Giving into a young man's blackmail was leading to ever more degrading sexual acts. With the takes poured they sat back on the sofa and easy chairs ready for a difficult decision.

"We have got to do something about this. I was going to say 'before it goes too far' but it already has. Maybe we could simply refuse to play his games and see what happens." June said.

Margaret interrupted. "It was my fault I got you into this so maybe I should confront him."

"No! Margaret we're all in this, together. He's blackmailing us all. We must decide together."

"He has photos of our naughty evenings here, nothing too bad but very embarrassing. Holding that over us he's pushed us into sleazy games; his games not ours." Taking a deep breath she continued. "I admit enjoying some of it. I never dreamed of doing such things before. I wouldn't think of suggest something so sordid even to a long time partner and here we've being doing, 'things', with a stranger. For me the decision to call his bluff is easier. I don't have a partner to consider whereas you three do. So, Margaret, what do you think?"

When young Carol chirped in it was a surprise as she usually just followed the others lead.

"If anyone sees the photos of the silly games we played it will be embarrassing but what will happen exactly? My husband doesn't want me. He blames me for not having youngren. His family are against me. They want him to leave me anyway. In this country I would have the house so I won't be on the streets. At work I'll have you three. We'll have each other as friends to stand up to the ridicule. Lets just tell him to sod off!"

They laughed at the fierce delivery and she joined in. They shared another take still nervous though more confident after their chat.

Jamister walked in. The conversation abruptly stopped and the three looked to June.

"Well June. It looks as though you've been appointed spokespermister." He was prepared for this; even surprised it hadn't happened before now. Slipping a disk into the player he reached for the remote control. "Just a minute June. You need to see this first."

The television flickered with images then settled to a shot of the four women on their knees before him. Seeing the look of shock on their faces almost made him laugh out loud but he didn't want to distract them. They were absorbed in the scenes of them playing his games on the wide screen. They each in turn were paying homage to his cock, caressing and kissing it. At least that's how he saw it. What was most disturbing to them was the evident acceptance of their place at his feet.

He clapped his hands loudly for their attention. "Now ladies. Take these clothes and get changed. I don't want any more backchat or insubordination. Just do as I say and do it quickly. In case you're wondering, I placed micro cameras around this room. Everything, and I mean everything, is on record. I'll leave that copy for you to enjoy. Now get going, get changed." Jamister ordered.

In separate rooms they changed into the clothes he provided and nervously applied makeup. The women timidly emerged from bedrooms and bathrooms to meet in the lounge. June and Katrina looked each other up and down and shrugged at the unexpected image, somewhat surprised and mystified but *** to contemplate what it was all about. June silently poured takes wondering why they were dressed up as they were.

Katrina and Margaret wore a little black dress hugging their figures over black sheer stockings complete with a pair of shiny black high heels. The hem only just covered stocking tops, stretched tight by a suspender belt. The white of their thighs flashed when they walked.

Carol was clad in a black leotard stretched revealingly thin over the bumps of her body. A little bolero jacket revealed, where the leotard thinned, a pair of small breasts every time it swung open. The micro skirt hardly covered her bottom meaning it was more lascivious than protective. Carol thought the little high heel boots cute though.

June looked once more into the mirror at her outfit. The long black dress with a deep cut front and back was almost an evening gown, only it revealed as much as it covered. Without panties the slits up to her hips were very daring.

None of the women wore panties and Carol relied on the leotard to hold her breasts. Jamister had at least allowed the three older women some support, providing a half-cup bra.

"Well ladies you do look gorgeous." Jamister announced with a wide beam lighting his face. Despite themselves they couldn't help preening in his presence, brushing back hair or adjusting stocking seams. He took each one by the hand turning them with a look of admiration. "Such a beautiful long neck." He said, while kissing June below an ear, then blowing gently into it with a promise of more to come.

The clothes would have been sluttish if they hadn't been so obviously expensive. Was he intending to take them out on the town looking like high-class hookers? Someone was sure to recognise them in the neighbourhood. What would friends and neighbours think? What would the gossip be after the exaggerations of wagging tongues?

Their protests were silenced by his reassurances. "You're looking too wonderful to waste on this neighbourhood. I don't think there is anywhere around here that deserves you. So I have a special surprise. Tonight will be my treat to you for being good girls and obeying my instructions. No questions. Just follow me." He ordered them out of the room. They wiggled their hips on high heels out to a waiting limousine thankful for the cloak of darkness, then again relieved the windows were heavily tinted.

June found it too easy joining the others in obeying his wishes. She understood how he had captured the friends into this compliant role but was still mystified as to how easily she too had given in to him. They spread themselves out in the back of the limo, sinking into the leather, as it silently moved off.

When Margaret let him kiss her deeply June was shocked to see her responding so wantonly to his wandering hands. The hussy was spreading her legs without a trace of reserve. When he turned to Carol, June had to look out of the window, ignoring the girls imploring eyes. June couldn't help the young friend knowing she had lost the will to resist him. Although angry June knew that when it came to her turn she would give in. She gulped at the champagne and poured another.

With a guilty look at Carol she saw the young woman had closed her eyes no longer afraid yet still reluctant to give in completely. A furtive glance at Katrina sitting across from her revealed a pose of defiance, the only one of them prepared to resist him.

Carol clamped her thighs together not wanting the shame of showing herself up before her friends. There was nothing she could do about his teasing hand pulling at a nipple while his caresses worked on her neck and lips. Unused to such attention it aroused her more quickly than her defences could be raised. It was a shock when his fingers slid up the fine material covering her thighs. Too late she clamped her legs shut on his hand. Those devilish fingertips flicked against the thin material covering her bud sending shock waves through her legs. They tensed and relaxed in spasms as though operated by him through her sensitive little button. The press-stud parted and he was into her creating more unmanageable patterns of sensations; her legs parted, thrust outward, quivering to the rhythm of his fingers.

Margaret stared at the two of them clearly wishing she was the centre of his attention. Katrina looked out into the night trying to distance her self from them. June downed another glass of champagne embarrassed at being a powerd witness to her friend's seduction and feeling guilty for not helping the young woman.

The limo cruised to a halt without a discernable movement. By the time the chauffeur had opened the door June was sitting adjusting what little skirt there was, perceptibly clenching her thighs. "Come on girls a night out will do you good. I don't suppose you will relax but a little adventure is good for the spirit." Jamister laughed as he guided them out into the dark night. Lights flashed in multi coloured neon brightness revealing this to be an entertainment district for tourists and hustlers.

Carol kept close to her companions walking straight legged afraid of revealing an open crotch now cooling in the night air. She helped her friends tottering in high heels all struggling desperately to keep up with Jamister not wanting to be left out on the streets dressed as hookers.

Into a club they tottered, past a door leading onto to the dance floor, continuing along a corridor into a more secluded room. A bar top was set into a wall, obviously adjoining the dance floor from the sound of music seeping in. At this end of the room stood a sturdy looking pool table. Peering past it they saw a serious game of cards being played, obviously serious from the players expressions and piles of chips stacked high. The card players were the only other customers and ignored them, concentrating on the game instead.

Carol looked around desperate for a ladies room needing to pop her modesty securely back into place. The body stocking had been rude enough pulling tight between her legs, though now her lips were pouting crudely from their lair. She tried to lean forward in an attempt to lower the hem of the skirt knowing if she stood up straight and raised her arms all would be revealed.

Not wanting to sit they shuffled to the bar as though tethered to him, needing to be close under his protection. Still no one took any notice of them concentrating instead on the game. Perhaps their outfits weren't so outrageous here. With takes in hand Jamister announced. "Ladies we are going to have a game of pool."

They looked relieved for a moment. Katrina fetishd on a Gin and Tonic, while Margaret looked across the table knowing that meant bending over it. Carol blanched pale on following Margaret's eyes. Reaching and bending over the green baize would mean revealing all.

"As an added incentive the loser has to pay a penalty. The loser will be given a token. That token will be placed in the pot on the poker table. Whoever wins the pot takes the loser. They will own the loser for the weekend." Jamister smiled.

The four women were aghast at the idea that some stranger might win them in a bet. If they hadn't been so sexually excited with their wits dulled by holy water they may have railed against the idea. Instead they stared at each other wondering at each other's ability. Who was the best player or more importantly who was the worst player?

"Heads or tails?" The women looked at Jamister wondering if this was another *** then realised it was to see who played first.

"We can't do it Jamister. You can't do this to us it's too squalid to contemplate. Please Jamister." Katrina begged quietly holding her friends close for support, knowing if she upset him he might do something even crazier. Dressed the way they were and without money it was going to be difficult getting home without him. The feeling of vulnerability kept them dependent on him but it was the video of those dreadful games that brought them to heel so effectively.

"Play the game and I'll think of something else. Something private, between us." He smiled with a frown revealing they needed to show willing or else. It was enough. They started playing.

Bending over the table for a shot Margaret knew what she was showing and tried desperately to keep her legs together. The card players were quiet, the pot was too valuable not to concentrate on the game. They were men and couldn't help glancing every time a woman bent to a shot.

Carol had run off to the rest room to press the popper back at her crotch only it had a terrible habit of popping when stretched, always at the wrong moment. June avoided the card player's side of the pool table, taking the chance of doubling the ball across the table, even if it meant losing. Even Katrina was subdued revealing how humiliated and frightened she had become.

Jamister looked on ensuring they put on a show, muttering his disapproval if one of them tried to avoid a shot on the card players side of the table. The four women had become cowed enough to follow through with his suggestions even if it meant stretching out over the table. Eventually the game was over, all four had played and the loser was Carol. The four women watched Jamister expectantly hoping they had earned the alternative task; hoping it was less terrifying than being given away to a stranger.

"Ladies, finish your takes and follow me. I have a surprise for you." Jamister told them. On seeing his friend's pile of chips had grown considerably there was no need to hang around. The guy had his back to the pool table which Jamister was sure had saved his concentration as planned. Despite their preparations even he wouldn't have been immune to distraction from such a show.

Tottering on high heels they clipped along behind Jamister whispering their fears. Two doors down he stopped and knocked at a storefront, closed and shuttered for the night. Four scantily clad women trying to be unobtrusive on a brightly light and crowded street was impossible. Whatever was in store for them behind that door would be a relief from the catcalls and lewd offers from passers by leaving them eager to follow him.

The door opened enough for them to squeeze through one at a time. The lights were off leaving the place in darkness except for the neon of advertising signs slanted through the iron shutters. They had walked into some kind of workshop at peace for the night.

"Wait here. Katrina, you come with me." Jamister demanded. She followed him through a bead curtain leaving the others huddling together for comfort. Along a narrow corridor with squeaking floorboards only heard in the dead of night, away from the noise of the street and late night revellers. In the gloom she saw a row of barbers chairs covered by dustsheets.

"Sit there." He ordered, after clearing one of the chairs. She looked around for the man that had let them in but it seemed he had disappeared only hanging around to open the door. In the large shabby chair she hefted herself up feeling the leather upon her bare arse. Behind her Jamister popped a gag into her mouth, reached over her and clamped both wrists to the arms of the chair. "Quiet!" he hissed. Scared and angry she sat still and silent. Before he left he whisked a dustsheet back over the chair and Katrina.

"Your next June." He said and waited until she had passed through the curtain. Sitting her in a chair furthest from Katrina he did the same to her. She sat there glowering at him until he covered her like a parrot in a cage.

Carol didn't want to be left on her own in the creepy shop so walked forward as soon as Jamister appeared at the curtain. He shrugged and guided her to a seat between June and Katrina. She had her mouth clamped shut to stop her teeth from chattering with fear. He kissed her lips and told her. "Open wide." So used to doing as she was told he slipped the gag into her mouth without a hassle. She sat supine while both wrists were clamped to the chair arms.

Margaret sat guessing her three friends were either side of her. What was she to do but follow their lead? Pulling the sheets off the chairs he now had the four victims seated before him. Feeling no better with her friends beside her Katrina watched in trepidation as Jamister fiddled with the chair at her feet. She felt him pull the stilettos from her feet but when she tried to stretch found her ankles had been tethered.

Now the four women were firmly attached to the chairs he went back to Katrina. A lever behind the chair winched the back down at the same time raising leg rests. Katrina's legs were lifted up and outward. Each in turn Jamister adjusted them until all four ladies were lying back with legs spread, helplessly tied to the chairs.

They looked to left and right squirming and signalling messages to each other with wild eyes flashing. It was no good they were trapped. With the hem of the dresses and skirts tucked around the waist everything was on show leaving it obvious what the centre of attention was to be. They hoped this alternative plan wasn't worse than the original. Perhaps one of them should have been sacrificed for the others safety. What they hadn't guessed was this had been planned from the start and the pool room merely a diversion in payment for the use of a friends workshop.

"Just relax ladies. You must be used to showing me everything by now." Jamister reassured them with a laugh, and then settled on a stool between June's legs. He began to trim and shave her. With a brush he tickled her most sensitive places applying lather over lips and her entire crotch. "Now keep still." He warned. After a rinse he leaned forward and kissed her naked smooth lips. Sucking everything into his mouth he nibred upon her inner lips and licked as deeply as he could.

He moved the stool over to Carol. She mewed through the gag pleading for him to stop. What was she going to tell her husband! The others couldn't fully see what was going on but guessed. Katrina and Margaret had already been shaved bare and were used to it but were wondering if this was all they were to be subject to. When he bent forward to kiss his handy work Carol became silent then. Again she started up a keening noise only with an obviously different meaning entirely. Eventually he stopped and so did Carol as she came.

He moved over to Margaret. She felt his fingers working their magic over her now engorged lips. The sounds from her two friends and anticipation of what was to come had set her off on the road to craven desire.

Taking the cloth off a tray Jamister looked at a set of instruments prepared for him by a friend. The same friend playing cards who was now a winner for a change. That is, if he had walked away when the women left the pool hall. Jamister wondered if he could do this. After practicing with a banana he had become proficient but this was very different.

Being so wet it was easy to ease a Chinese egg into Margaret's vagina. She was usually up for anything but this was obviously a surprise. He sprayed her lips with a mild anesthesthetic followed with an injection. Neither of which brought a reaction so he quickly worked away while she was still getting used to the trembling egg.

Katrina strained to move her head forward to see what was going on between her legs but the gag was attached to the headrest preventing movement. She stopped squirming on feeling the egg invade her.

Carol hardly moved seeming to have given up. She lay back with legs splayed letting him get on with the task.

June hissed at him through the gag obviously angry and wanting out. He wondered at this having already worked out she liked to be tied up. He didn't stop to think she might be worried about her friends. She soon stopped fidgeting on feeling the egg slide deep into her vagina.

Jamister finished the task on the four women and lowered their feet knowing they were feeling the strain of the ordeal. He fitted a belt round each of their waists and unclipped each wrist from the chair arm to clip it to the belt. Now free of the chairs he helped each of them up and ushered them out through the bead curtain. They had no time to think or find out what he had been up to. What was the purpose of all that other than shaving them? With each step they felt the Chinese egg quivering inside.

Walking back out onto the street they were more anxious than ever; with wrists now attached to their waists they were so very vulnerable to passing strangers. They looked at each other seeing the fear in the eyes but they couldn't talk to reassure each other. Still wearing the gags they were attracting attention so were glad to hobble into the waiting limo.

It sped off from a gathering crowd before the celebrating crowd could gain confidence enough to close in. Ten minutes wasn't enough to get their breath back but they had to alight, ushered out by Jamister. Fortunately there were no stairs to negotiate in the high heels. Straight along a ground floor corridor into a large lounge.

The house was as large as June's with a more modern décor. Posters of bands and one of Che Guevara lined the walls down the corridor. The lounge had four large sofas around a Persian rug with sets of four watercolours on each wall, by modern artists. The house wasn't exactly minimalist, it was comfortable.

"There's a bathroom through there, large enough for the four of you. I'm sure you'll want to freshen up." Jamister knew it would be terribly frustrating for them not being able to talk to each other though it would be plain what had happened as soon as they got in there. He listened to the anguished muffled cries. It was hard not to laugh.

The anaesthetic must be wearing off now so the cries would become more urgent. He had sewn loops of a cotton thin wire into their pussy lips then slipped a tiny padlock through them. Their pussies were effectively locked up. Not so much theirs as his now, for he had the keys.

Before that he had slipped in a Chinese egg, which would be impossible to extract now their vaginas' were locked up. It was no wonder they looked cross-eyed walking out of that store into the limo. Any movement would cause the ball to vibrate inside them and now they knew it would be impossible to extract the devilish device.

Each of the women had a small bell clipped to the padlock that clasped their pussy shut. Each time they moved in tinkled. When they became excited the tiny bells would ring like a kittens convention. 'An appropriate gift for his pussies.' He thought.

On bare feet the four women trailed, stepping delicately, into the lounge. "I guess you tried to cut the wire? Its a titanium alloy and cant be cut, at least not by anything you would trust that close to your sensitive parts."

They were looking at him with imploring eyes wanting to be set free. Each of them wondered what torment he was going to deal out next. Had it been Margaret who said it couldn't get any worse? Well it had.

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Preaching Conversion


I was already apprehensive as I made my way through the church to the rooms where I knew our local vicar would be waiting. I had come to audition for the church choir, and he doured as choirmaster in our parish. I didn't have a bad voice, and I had sung in choirs before, but not for a few years, so I was a little out of practice. If I made it through the audition, I knew there would be plenty of practicing to come, plenty of time spent in the church, with the other men and women who sang in the choir, getting the sound right for performance at the services during the week.

I knocked on the door to the vestry at one side of this old stone building.

"Come."

I pushed gently on the door and it creaked as it swung open. There was the vicar, sitting at a large wooden desk with his back to me, fully dressed in his black robes. Hymn and prayer books adorned the shelves which covered the walls.

"It's Jake Simpmister," I said out loud. I was a fairly ordinary guy, and even my wife thought so. I was 28 with no youngren yet, married three years or so, and quite happily. I attended church with my wife regularly, but admittedly it was more because I had been brought up to do so, rather than through any true commitment. I was tall, with an average build, no six pack, but no large belly either.

The vicar rose slowly from his chair and turned to greet me. He beamed warmly, as I took in his large form. He was a big man, a little taller than me, black, and well built without being overweight. He walked towards me and extended a hand. I shook it firmly and he returned the gesture, squeezing back, but not too hard.

To tell you the truth I was a little in awe of Father Roberts. He had a deep booming voice when he preached, but he could be quiet and softly-spoken too. I was quite nervous as I remembered what I had come here to do.

"I've come for the choir audition, Father Roberts."

"Of course you have," he boomed. He switched to his soft and gentle manner: "Well let's get on with it."

He moved to close the vestry door.

"We don't want anyone disturbing us, do we." He smiled and I noticed a twinkle in his eye. He was certainly a charismatic man, and I relaxed inwardly at his friendly but lively manner.

Father Roberts walked across the room, sat at the piano, and began to play some chords.

"Just repeat the notes you hear and we'll go from there." The vicar continued playing, and I started to sing, again a little nervously.

"Can you go any louder?" he boomed again. I couldn't. I had never had a very strong voice, but I knew that I sang in tune.

He stopped playing for a moment and got up.

"You need to relax your belly and open up, then the sound will come, clearer and louder. Here let me show you how."

The vicar moved behind me and placed his large hand on my stomach. He pushed inwards.

"Now try and sing like that. Difficult isn't it?"

He relaxed his arm, patted my stomach a couple of times and then began to rub it in circles. His hand was warm, and I responded to his touch.

"You need to relax, as I said. All the way from your chest to your belly." He held his hand on my chest for a moment, then moved it downwards, stopping at my stomach once more. He put his other hand on my lower back and held it there.

"Now try and sing. Let the sound come out!"

I did and my voice did seem to be louder.

"We need more of that Jake. Here, watch me do it. Put your hand on my belly and feel what happens when I sing."

I did as he said once more. He stomach felt firm through his robes, and then began to move and vibrate as he started to sing. I have already said that he had a powerful voice, and his singing matched his speaking for clarity and volume.

"Now you try it, let your belly vibrate," he commanded. "Loosen your shirt a bit." He reached across and undid my top button, and pulled my shirt out from my trousers so that it hung out.

"Try again Jake." He then slid his hand under my shirt so that it rested on my bare stomach underneath.

"Now I really want to feel it."

His hand was warm and soft and smooth. He held it there, and I relaxed further under his gaze. His other hand was now on my lower back, also under the shirt and against my bare skin. It didn't seem quite right at first, but his influence overwhelmed me and I just went with it. The audition would soon be over afterall. I thought for a moment of my wife at home. I looked forward to going back to see her, before turning my attention once more to the singing.

"Now sing for me Jake, any notes you like," said Father Roberts. He held my stomach and lower back firmly, occasionally stroking across my bare skin. This was surely to help the relaxation, I thought to myself. At the sime time it did start to feel a little different. It began to feel good.

A strange well of excitement began to fill me up inside, beginning at the point where his hand touched my bare stomach. Suddenly I was finding it hard to sing clearly, and my voice was cracking a little. Then those strange feelings of excitement began to make their way lower, towards my groin, all by themselves. Certainly it was no intention of mine to be enjoying the vicar's touch in this way. I reamistered with myself for a moment: it would go away after a little while, and my singing voice would return. And then I felt a familiar stirring in my groin, and a heat permeating between my thighs.

"Lost your voice? Try again."

I was barely listening now. All I could feel was the warmth of the vicar's strong hands as they massaged my belly and back. By this time my cock was already half-erect, and making an embarassing tent in my trousers. I struggled to speak.

"Ahh, nnnoo, I think that's enough singing for today." My protest was a little pathetic, and I knew I had little control over what was happening.

"I think you are right Jake. You seem to be enjoying yourself though."

Father Roberts stood looking down at the tent in my trousers, smiling, but he kept on holding me. It was now more like a hug. I suddenly felt secure under his touch, and my cock continued to rise, the red beating rapidly through it.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of. It's quite natural to feel excited in this way under another man's touch. I can see you need taking care of, that's all." He was now speaking softly, yet somehow still powerfully.

Then he moved one hand from my belly, a little lower, and suddenly he was pushing inside the front of my trousers, and pulling the buttons open. Quickly kneeling, Father Roberts pulled my pants and trousers down, allowing my fully erect cock to spring free. I looked down. There was pre-cum oozing from the tip. He moved forward, opened his mouth, and slid it over the head.

"No, we can't. I'm married. Ooohh." I protested, then groaned, as he began to tongue the underside of my thick shaft. Instinctively, my hands reached out to grab his head, and he moved to take me deeper. His lips slid down the outside of my shaft.

"Ohh Father Roberts. Ughhh. Please stoooop, before I do something I...ooooh, yesss." I moaned as he sucked hard on my cock, withdrew his mouth to the tip, swirled his tongue around and around, then plunged back to the base, deep-throating me to my balls. I wasn't going to hold out much longer. He held onto my hips and moved his head back and forth. My hips began instinctively to buck and thrust against him. I was fucking his mouth and it felt so good. Here I was, with my wife waiting at home, having never been shown such pleasures by another man before, and I was being sucked oh so hard and so well by my vicar. The thought of it confused and excited me at the same time.

I continued to thrust as Father Roberts continued to suck. Then suddenly I could no longer stand it. I cried out and gave one final thrust towards the source of my pleasures. Then my balls tightened and the cum began gushing and spurting from the tip of my manshaft. The vicar kept his lips clamped tightly around me, sucking every drop of liquid spunk I could give him.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh, ooooohh Father Roberts, nnnoooooo." There was still a part of me protesting but it was a small part now, and I was enjoying this fabulous blowjob thorougly and completely, given to me by a man, no less.

The vicar pulled his lips from my now softening cock and got to his feet. He was breathing heavily and there was a strong intensity about him. He took my hand and placed it on his groin. I could feel his arousal immediately through his black robes, and a stiffness, throbbing beneath my hand. He tightened his hand shut over mine, which closed over the material covering his cock. I was reluctant once more, but a new curiosity was building inside me, along with further excitement. He was so hard beneath that cloth, and I found myself wondering what his stiff cock would look like. I hadn't seen another man fully erect before. I glanced down at his groin, the desire growing as I did so. He noticed my gaze.

"Ahhh, you want to see me now. That's ok Jake, it's nothing to be afraid of. I'll only give you what it seems you need right now."

Father Roberts quickly pulled open the buttons on his black robe, and parted it from his chest down to his stomach. I saw immediately that he wore nothing underneath, and his semi-nakedness was a sight to behold. He was no body-builder but his strength was evident from his build. And all smooth ebony. He lifted the skirt of his robe and pulled it off, revealing himself fully to me. His cock must have been a good eight inches long, thick, throbbing, veins bulging and glistening with precum.

"Come to me. Taste me." The man was insistent.

"I've never..." I started. But the vicar put his arms on my shoulders and silenced me, pulling me to my knees. He then moved forward.

"Taste me, I think you will enjoy it. No-one need know. It can be our secret."

Without thinking any further I opened my mouth to his bulging cockhead and he pushed inside. It was pretty big, and I felt the warmth of his flesh pass my lips, and the slipperyness of the juices that oozed from the tip.

"Now suck me and lick me, Jake."

I did my best, swirling my tongue around the mushroom-shaped head as he had done to me only a few minutes before. Then I grabbed his hips and pulled him deeper down my throat, stopping before I gagged and then sliding my lips up his thick shaft once more. I tried to remember what a blowjob was like for me, and had a go at applying what I knew. It was different to be giving rather than receiving, a different focus of attention. But he tasted good, and the feel of his thickness in my mouth was an added pleasure. His warmth and throbbing fullness was awakening something new in me. I wanted him now, I wanted to suck him until he could no longer take it, to return the delicious favour.

"Aaaah, yessss. I knew you'd be a good cocksucker. You suck like you want it so badly. And I know that you do. Ooooh, unnnggh, yessss."

Father Roberts began to thrust his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth deeply now, as I continued to suck. His member seemed to grow even harder then. Suddenly, without warning, he grabbed my head with both hands, cried out, and stiffened even more.

"Oooooohh, unnnggh, yeeeaaah. Take my cum."

His cock began to jerk in my mouth which was then filled with spurt after spurt of warm liquid lovejuice. It tasted slightly salty, but sweet at the same time. My mouth was filling up and I had to swallow his seed to keep up. It seemed to keep on coming, and I had to admit, I was enjoying the taste already.

Pulling from me, the vicar stroked my hair.

"That was wonderful, and I can tell you loved it too. What would your wife say about that, eh?"

"Noooo, please, I thought it was our secret."

He smiled.

"Of course, it will be. But I have more to give you."

I could see that he was still semi-hard, and his large balls looked full and tight.

Standing me up, he turned me around, stroking and rubbing my chest, stomach and back, and then grabbing my ass. Pulling my trousers and pants fully down , he reached around and grabbed my dick, giving it a few deep strokes. I was already quite erect from the pleasure of having sucked him off, but now my cock rose to full attention. His touch felt good. The touch of another man. Letting go of my dick, he pulled my asscheeks apart, and suddenly I felt a warm wetness touching my asshole. It had to be his tongue.

"Oooh, what are you doing?" I moaned.

"Just relax and enjoy these new sensations. You have alot more to enjoy today."

His tongue flicked around the rim of my tight hole, swirling and licking all over, then plunged inside. It felt so good, and my ass bucked against him, trying to get more of him inside. I had always enjoyed playing with my asshole on my own, but I had never been able to get my wife to join in. Now someone else was playing with and pleasuring this intimate area.

Father Roberts withdrew his tongue, much to my disappointment. The next thing I felt was a fat slippery finger pushing inside my hole, moving around inside, stretching me. I knew where this was probably leading. After all, I wasn't that naive.

"You'd better not fuck me with that huge cock of yours. You might do some damage." I was still protesting, even while I enjoyed his probing of my asshole.

"No, well, no-one is gonna hurt anyone today. But I bet you would love to feel me inside you. It's like nothing else."

A second finger began to probe and finger me. I wriggled and squirmed under the new feelings that Father Roberts was stimulating in me. Again the fingers withdrew.

Finally I felt something else, warm and slippery and firm pushing against my hole. This wasn't his fingers any more, and I moaned in response. The vicar gave a sudden little shove, and I could feel his cockhead embedded inside me.

"Aahhh, how does that feel Jake? You want some more?"

"Ok, but take it slowly."

I had to admit once more that this next step felt good, a little unusual and uncomfortable, but not bad at all. He pushed in further, his shaft inching its way into my rectum, stretching my asshole little by little as it went. Moments later, I could feel his balls against my ass. He was fully inside me. He began to withdraw slowly. It seemed to take an age, but then he was pushing back in once more, starting to get into a steady rhythm.

"Oh, ahhh, Father Roberts, it feels so, aaahh, mmmm." It really began to feel good, as he thrust deeper and faster, heating up my backside with the slap of his body against mine.

The vicar was moaning himself now.

"Mmmmm, ooohh, yessss, that's it now. Take all of me inside you. Take my cock like you love it."

He was fucking me so well and so thoroughly, as his thick shaft slid against my prostate, pleasuring me further. He was filling me deeply, like I'd never experienced before. Well, of course I hadn't. Yet here I was, being taken fully and completely. I continued to groan and grunt, more openly now, as if I had really accepted the nature of my feelings.

"Unngh, unnngh, unnngh, ooh, yesss, don't stop, please don't stop, that's right, oh Father Roberts, fuck me, fuck me good. Yeeeaaah. Unngh."

Father Roberts gave a deep gutteral moan.

"Urrrrghh, unngh, gonna cum, gonna cum in you, ohhhh, ohhhh, ahhhh, yesssss."

His thick shaft stiffened somewhere deep inside my rectum, and then I felt it, the spasming and jerking as he unloaded a torrent of cum, a warmth, bursting and spraying up my stretched and slippery asshole. He held me from behind, his hands on my stomach, as it continued.

"Aaaah, yessss, sooo gooood."

That cock was still stiff, and it rested for a while fully embedded up my lovehole. Then he slowly slid out of me and withdrew completely with a pop. I could feel the juices running out of me and down the inside of my thighs. The warmth and the wetness of them turned me on momentarily.

I turned to face him. He was already pulling himself together, grabbing his robe and sliding it over his head. I was a mess, and I did the same.

"Well Jake, it seems we got a little carried away in the midst of your choir audition. I had almost forgotten about it."

So had I.

The vicar spoke again.

"If you want to come back another time, we could get carried away all over again. It's clearly something that we both enjoy. And no-one needs to know, as I said."

I finished tucking my shirt in.

"I would like that, Father."

I rang the doorbell to Father Roberts' house at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and I could already feel my heart beating in my chest. I was nervous and excited at the same time and wondered what the next few hours would bring.

Finding my way to the vicar's house had been easy. It was down a fairly secluded lane, and I had hardly encountered any traffic on the way there. The house itself was quite old and quite large; I imagined there were many rooms inside, as I stood on the doorstep, waiting for him to answer.

Suddenly I heard movement, the sound of footsteps, which grew louder. Then the door opened and there stood the imposing figure of Father Roberts. He grinned broadly at me.

"Ah, Jake, so glad you could make it. I've been looking forward to seeing you today."

"Hello Father Roberts." I blushed under his strong gaze.

"Call me Mike," he said reassuringly.

I relaxed a little. The last time we had met, it had been 'Father Roberts'. Indeed I had cried the title out loud during our encounter. But 'Mike' was more intimate, more permisteral.

"I'm glad you came," he said again. "Please, come inside."

I stepped through into the hallway and closed the door behind me. There was a slightly musky smell in the air, that of an old house. I gathered that the house came with the job for Father Mike Roberts.

"This way."

He turned and led me through to the living room. It was comfortably turned out, with sofas and chairs, some unusual pictures hanging on the walls, but nothing untoward. I was still nervous and thinking a little of my wife back at home. She knew nothing of this, nor of my encounter with Mike in the church vestry a few days earlier. I still had mixed feelings about the whole experience, but something deep inside had persuaded me to make the short journey to the vicar's house.

"Have a seat. Can I make you a take."

I sat down on the large black leather sofa which lay along one side of the room. I wasn't thirsty.

"No thanks."

My heart was still beating fast. I had come at Mike's invitation. He had told me that his wife was out during the afternoons, and he would have finished the work he had had to do that day. The large house would be empty except for me and him, and would be so for a few hours apparently.

"So Jake, I can see that you're a little nervous here. Let me help you out."

Mike sat at an angle facing me, at the other end of the sofa, leaving a little space between us. Reaching across, he put his large black hand on my knee, and slowly stroked it up my thigh towards my groin.

I had to admit that as well as the nervousness that was almost freezing me to the spot, I was tingling with excitement. Mike stroked my leg up and down slowly, while fixing me with an intense gaze and a smile, which was turning from friendly to a little lusty. His hand on my leg felt good.

I opened my mouth a little and rested my tongue on my upper lip. Between my legs, my cock was stirring in response to Mike's touch. I saw him inch a little closer to me on the sofa, while he continued stroking my leg. Then I felt his hand brush my crotch, which was already throbbing in time with my thumping heartbeat. I saw Mike's own tongue escape his mouth and he licked his lips, then emitted a low, gutteral moan.

"I can see you're enjoying this Jake," he said. With that he placed his hand on my crotch and began rubbing my now semi-hard member through my jeans. My cock rapidly stiffened and was, within moments, begging for release. But then Mike removed his hand.

"It's time for you to taste me again," he said, rising to his feet and unbuttoning his fly. Kicking off his shoes, he slowly slid his own jeans to the floor. My heart was thumping again. Although I had seen him in his naked glory before, I was now yearning to do so again. I could see the developing bulge in his underwear, even as I admired his long muscular legs. He swiped a hand across his own crotch, then did so again, this time pausing to rub himself through the material. I could feel the prickles on my skin as I began to sweat a little, and I licked my lips as I stared at his thighs and crotch.

Mike undid the shirt he was wearing and tossed it aside, leaving him topless. For a moment I admired his strong-looking chest and fairly smooth black skin. In places he was a little hairy but mostly not, and I wanted to touch him. He was standing so close, and yet I was still almost frozen on the sofa.

Mike then slid his underwear down, revealing himself to me. His cock sprang free, semi-hard with the bulbous, mushroom-shaped head pushing out from his foreskin. I could see a drop of shiny liquid at the tip emerging from the slit. It was big, black and beautiful, maybe eight inches long, and thick, and I could see the veigns standing out along its length.

"I want to see you naked, Jake," he said. "Take off your clothes."

I had almost forgotten. Here he was, standing magnificently before me, and I still had all my clothes on.

Mike backed away from me for a few moments, tantalisingly out of reach. By this stage, I realised that I wanted him, that I needed to touch him and feel him, and to taste his thick shaft as it slid across my lips. Quickly, I removed my shoes, jeans, shirt and underwear, less subtly than he had done, but I didn't care about that now. In less than a minute, I was naked too, my white skin a beautiful contrast to his ebony. I was in good shape, slim and toned, no body-builder, but I knew and enjoyed my own body.

Mike stood a little away from me still, slowly pumping himself to full hardness. I could see the whole of his cockhead now, and it glistened with pre-cum. The veigns down the length of his shaft stood out even more now. I wanted to suck his cock.

Without saying any more, I fell to my knees in front of him, and began to suck his bulbous cockhead. It stretched my mouth slightly given its size, but I didn't mind that. I enjoyed its size and girth. I tasted the syrupy liquid for which I had been yearning. Then I pushed my head forward and slid him further into my mouth. I loved the way the warm fleshyness of it felt against my lips and the inside of my mouth. Tongueing and sucking a little harder, I reached around and grabbed his asscheecks with both hands, pulling him towards me and taking him deeper, without gagging. His firm ass felt wonderful to the touch and I stroked his cheeks, then I brought one hand around to his balls, giving them a rub and a gentle squeeze, before grabbing the base of his shaft and then beginning to move my head back and forth, sliding along his length as far as I could go, and then withdrawing, in a steady rhythm.

I glanced up at Mike's face. He had his eyes closed and his mouth open, while his tongue was licking his bottom lip slowly as his head was tilted back slightly, in all the signs of ecstasy. I continued to taste and suck his manmeat.

"Ahhhhh, yessss, ooohhhhh, mmmmm, Jake, yeaaaah..." he moaned and groaned, grabbing onto the back of my head with both hands, running his fingers through my hair, and holding me steady. He started to thrust his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth, and I let him. His smooth, hard, warm, thickness slid in and out of me.

Mike carried on thrusting for some time, as I revelled in the excitement of pleasuring him. Then I felt his pace quicken, and his dick stiffened as he held onto my head and gave one final push. Suddenly, I felt his warm liquid cum squirting into my mouth.

"Aggghhhh, yesssss, take it."

I kept my lips clamped around his cock as he came, determined to take every drop he had to give me. I had enjoyed the taste of it the first time, only a few days ago, and now I could make an effort to swallow it all down, which I did with relish.

Mike's dick began to soften in my mouth, as he calmed down, let go of me, and pulled out.

"Ahhh, you learn so fast. Only the second time Jake," he said.

By now all the nervousness had gone from me but I was still excited. My own cock was hard and throbbing between my legs, standing at full erection. Mike pulled me to my feet and our lips met as he slid his tongue straight into my mouth, tasting the remains of his own come. Our tongues writhed together as I realized this was the first time I had kissed another man. It was hot with Mike, as hot as it was kissing my wife deeply, but slightly different. I could tell that it was another guy whose tongue I was enjoying sliding over my own. Mike's arms were on my ass, holding me, his fingers inching towards my sensitive crack, stroking my soft skin. My own hands were hugging his smooth muscular back as we continued our passionate embrace.

After some moments, we pulled apart. Mike pushed me back onto the leather sofa and kneeled in front of me.

"Now it's your turn."

With that he engulfed my straining cock with his wet mouth. It was almost a relief, such had been my anticipation. He went to town, making love to my cockhead and shaft, sucking the head, before sliding his mouth down to the base, while gently massaging my balls with one hand. Then he slid his mouth up once more, before diving down again. Up and down on me he went. I grabbed his head with both hands, somehow trying to get more of his mouth onto my dick, craving more sensation and pleasure even as I was getting just what I so badly needed. I could tell it wouldn't be long before I shot my load, and suddenly my balls tightened, my dick stiffened further and then I was cumming in Mike's mouth, willing him to take all my load.

"Ohhh, fuccckkkkkk, yesssss, ohhhhhhh," I cried out as I sprayed my spunk down his throat.

Mike didn't spill a drop from his lips. As I finished, he pulled himself up my body and we shared another kiss, this one full of all the cum I had just given him. As our lips locked together, I tasted the warm, salty liquid and couldn't help swallowing a bit of it. Mike swallowed his own share as we continued to suck face.

"Mmmmm, you taste good, lover," moaned Mike as he broke our kiss, and our eyes met. My cock was still semi-hard, but I was still full of lust and wanted to continue our love-making. I glanced down at Mike's groin, and noticed that he had fully recovered. He noticed my gaze.

"Ahhh, you want me inside you now?"

I knodded eagerly. "Oh yes, like the other day."

Mike knelt once again and pushed my legs up towards my shoulders, exposing my asscheeks and puckered hole. He moved forwards, kissing my ass as he worked towards my most intimate area. Licking his lips first, he then began to lick my asshole. I gasped, remembering what it had been like the first time he had done it. This time, it seemed even better. In the comfort of his home, rather than in the church vestry, in a place where no-one could disturb us, we could both relax and enjoy the intimacy and passion.

Mike began to lick around the rim of my lovehole, pleasuring me in the dirtiest way, before thrusting his tongue up inside me. He thrust in and out for a few moments, before rimming me again. He continued this sequence of tongue-fucking and rimming for several minutes before I could stand it no longer. The desire to be penetrated by his thick manmeat was building within me. I needed his thickness in my ass.

"Mike, I need you inside me. Please. I want you now."

"In a moment, I need to get you ready," Mike said calmly. With that he licked two large fingers and slid them into my sensitive entrance.

"Ooooohhh, yesss, all the way inside," I cried out as he thrust his fingers in and out a few times and moved them around a bit. Then, after a short pause, he pushed three fingers inside and held them there for a while. I was squirming and wriggling under this invasion, which was stretching my hole each time he did it. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but my entrance was accommodating. Suddenly the fingers were withdrawn and Mike stood over me, pumping his eight inches of lovemeat a few times. I loved the way his foreskin slipped back and forth over the beautiful cockhead with each stroke.

Then, within moments, he was gently positioning himself on top of me, holding his dick in one hand, teasing my entrance with the head, rubbing it around a bit, and pushing gently without entering me one inch.

"Uuuugghh, fucckkkkk, Mike, do me now, take my lovehole." I couldn't stand it and moaned at him a little desperately.

Then I felt it, his head pushing into my hole, stretching me slightly, as his hips and torso pushed slowly forward. I grimaced a little but was immediately enjoying the feelings as his thick tool inched its way inside me, sliding past the walls of my rectum before he stopped and rested there for a few moments. Then he slowly began to pull out. His stiff veigny manmeat rippled against my anal passage, until just the head was still inside. Pushing back in, more easily now, Mike began to get into a steady rhythm.

It felt so good. Despite having only been initiated into the joys of another man making love to me a few days ago, and despite some initial reluctance, I wanted him to fuck me.

"Ooohh yeeahhhh, that's it, yeaaaah," cried out Mike as he continued to pump in and out of me. "You're just tight enough for me, just right, and it feels so good, yeeaaah, take all my cock in you."

I was just as enthusiastic: "Ohhhh, that's it, take my asshole man, do me good, fuck me, yesssss."

I was heating up further in our sustained love-making, a light film of sweat covering my body as Mike fucked me just the way I needed.

"Unnggh, unnghh, unngghh," Mike groaned and moaned. His shaft was rubbing against my prostate, adding further to my pleasure.

Just then, I heard the front door. Mike stopped thrusting immediately and we both looked quickly out of the living room at the same time, to see Mike's wife come in to the house. She was still in the hall and I could here her putting down some things and dumping a coat. She wasn't yet aware of the scene that had unfolded a few feet away. I thought for a moment that she would simply not see us, and would turn away and walk into some other part of the house, leaving us time to pull our clothes together.

Mike withdrew his cock from my body and pulled away from me. Strangely though, he didn't look nearly as worried as I felt. Here was our most intimate secret, discovered. I reached for my trousers, but by then it was too late.

"Oh my lord."

She was standing in the doorway to the living room. I had seen her in the past, in the background at church, but had never really looked properly. My first thought was how beautiful and feminine she looked. She was tall for a woman, slim but not too thin, with some lovely curves, and black like her husband. Her hair was curly and shoulder length, and she wore a pale blouse and near knee-length skirt. I guessed she had already kicked her shoes off in the hallway and she seemed to be wearing tights, or stockings I imagined, beginning to drift off.

"Mike, what are you doing? And who is this naked friend of yours?"

"Darling, this is Jake. We were just getting a little carried away here, that's all. I wasn't expecting you back so early."

I hadn't even noticed that I had lost my hard on, such had been my state of mind. But the two of them seemed almost relaxed about the situation. I said nothing.

"Well if you had told me that we were having such an attractive man round, I would have stayed."

The mood was changing fast, and two of us were still naked. Mike spoke again.

"Charmaine, darling, I'd love it if you joined us, and I'm sure Jake wouldn't mind. The secret doesn't leave the walls of this house."

"Hmmmm, sounds like something we could all enjoy. No-one else will disturb us now," she said, her tone softening.

Charmaine then began to unbutton her blouse in front of us, just like that, revealing her bra-covered cleavage. He breasts were full and large and all my worries were beginning to melt away once more. I could even feel my cock beginning to fill out again.

Mike's wife undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor. I saw now that she was wearing stockings and suspenders, as well as a small pair of knickers. Quickly she removed her bra, and cupped her breasts in both hands. She had huge brown beautiful nipples, and I wanted to suck on them straightaway. Then her knickers were gone. This wasn't a slow, seductive striptease, but I didn't care. With Mike Roberts' permission, I wanted her bad. I had almost forgotten about my empty asshole.

"Ahh, Jake, where were we when we were so suddenly interrupted?" asked Mike.

He pushed me back on the sofa and moved my legs into position once more, back towards my shoulders, exposing me again. I took my eyes off his wife to concentrate on more urgent matters. Mike was still hard and he quickly pushed his love muscle all the way into me again so we could resume our love-making. Meanwhile, Charmaine moved to the sofa too and crouched over my face, spreading her soft-looking thighs and showing me her beautiful pussy lips. While her mound was hairy, her lips were shaven and she was already a little wet. As she lowered herself onto my face, I began to tongue her, licking her up and down before pushing inside her a little, beginning a tongue-fucking I hoped she would enjoy.

"Unnngh, mmmmmm," she moaned as I continued to taste her wonderful cunt. He juices were slightly sweet, different from my wife certainly, but just as delicious.

For a moment I thought of my wife at home, blissfully unaware of my secret and all that was happening. I felt a pang of guilt, even as I was becoming more and more immersed into this threesome, which was another new experience for me. I could hardly deny the pleasures I was experiencing, and it remained intimate, the secrecy perhaps making it moreso. My wife was never too far from my mind but I was still able to partake fully of the joys of being with Mike and Charmaine.

I turned my attention to Mike's 8 incher plunging in and out of my tight lovehole. His cock seemed to grow bigger and harder with every thrust. I disengaged from Charmaine's lovely pussy and smiled up at Mike.

"Unngh, yeaaah, you like that, huh?" he cried out.

"Oh godddd yess, I love your cock inside me, it feels so good, do me Mike, do me good, fuck me harder, I want to feel your cum inside me."

My talk sent him over the edge, as with one final thrust, he stiffened even further and then cried out loud as warm liquid lovejuice began to spray and spurt deep inside my rectum.

"Ahhhhhh, yeaaahh, ooohhhh, unnnnghh," Mike grunted as his cum shot from the tip of his manmeat, buried all the way up me. He continued to thrust more slowly now, as he calmed down gradually. I was enjoying the feeling of warm cum inside my asshole, and as Mike gently withdrew, some of it dribred out onto the sofa. I squeezed my hole tight and then released it in response a few times, trying to keep his come held within me.

Charmaine was still riding my mouth and tongue and I kissed and licked her wonderful mound, occasionally flicking over her clit, as she moaned and groaned above me.

"Oh yeaah, Jake, that's so good, keep going honey, keep going, just like that, ungh yeahh, I'm gonna cum soon honey, I'm gonna cum bad. Ooooh yessssss."

With that her love juices began leaking copiously from her lovelips. I lapped them up eagerly, as I continued to pleasure her. As she gradually calmed down too, she stepped off the leather sofa and sat next to me, spreading her legs, for Mike and myself. I reminded myself that I had only cum once today, and I was sitting there at full erection, my cock and balls aching slightly, needing further release. Charmaine noticed and nodded and winked at Mike.

"What I would love to see is my husband have his own ass made love to as he penetrates me. I'm sure he would love it, and...so would I. Just the thought of it is making me horny."

I stood to my feet, but was unsure for a moment. She was so gorgeous, so curvaceous and sexy, that I could hardly refuse. I felt myself being led on by this horny couple. I hadn't taken Mike's hole before. Suddenly I felt a firm hand on my waist, and another sliding over my dick and rubbing it gently. Then Mike's breathy voice whispered in my ear.

"I would love it too. Jake, I want to feel your warm hard dick up me as I make love to my wife. I can tell it excites you."

With that, Mike moved to the couch, and guided his thick cock up his wife's lovehole.

"Aaaah," he moaned, "It's so soft and warm and wet, and just a little bit tight. Come on Jake, get me ready, then take me."

I started forward and slid two saliva-coated fingers up Mike's warm asshole. Then, after a few seconds, I pushed a third one up there. He squirmed a little under my invasion, then relaxed. He was holding himself still inside Charmaine, how I can't imagine. I placed my wet cockhead at his entrance and pushed.

"Aaagh. That's it Jake, keep going."

I did what he said, holding onto his hips with both hands, and entered him. His asshole was hot and tight, and gripped my shaft completely. It felt wonderful. I pushed until I was all the way inside, and my balls rested against his backside. Then I began to withdraw. Mike moaned in appreciation and started to gently pull his cock out of his lovely wife and push back in again. I tried to get into a rhythm, and match his own thrust back. In the end, I figured I didn't need to do too much. It worked better if Mike did all the thrusting. I could just enjoy his asshole as it slid along the length of my shaft, back and forth, back and forth. I admitted to myself that this was a wonderful threesome. Of course, I had no others to compare it to, but I was so immersed in making love and I didn't want it to end anytime soon.

All three of us were moaning, grunting and groaning as we fucked each other good. Charmaine, being taken deeply by her husband; Mike, thrusting his hips forward and then pulling back as he penetrated her; and me, taking Mike's delicious ass. As Mike withdrew, his backside slapped against my balls and groin.

"Ohhh, ahhhh, ohhhh, I'm gonna cum again." Charmaine really began to moan and cry out loud again, and then she was cumming hard, as Mike continued to thrust inside of her.

"Ohhhh yesssss, ohhhhh, cum in me Mike, cum in me lover, I want you so bad," she groaned.

This set Mike off, and he himself now cried out as he started shooting his third load of the day, deep inside his beautiful wife.

"Graaghhhh, unnngghh, yessssss, that's it, take it all, baby, take it good."

I felt his already tight hole begin to contract rhythmically around my cock. It held me tight and then released. It was an amazing feeling, and just added to all that I had already experienced that day. But I wasn't ready to cum just yet.

Mike and Charmaine were making more gentle noises now, and had finished their unified orgasm. Mike withdrew from her and turned to slump on the sofa, my cock sliding out of his asshole as he did so. It was still hard and straining, and my balls were aching a little. Charmaine lay there in front of me, still in her black stockings. She looked wonderful and it was too good an opportunity to miss. I stepped towards her, looking her deep in the eye, seeking confirmation that this was ok, that it would be ok to penetrate her sopping wet and dripping pussy, and mix my own lovejuices with her own and those of her husband.

Charmaine's eyes caught my own in just the right way and she knodded once.

"Ok Jake baby, take me like you want to. I know it's what you want. But be gentle, I'm still a bit sensitive after that cum."

Taking note, I pushed forward and guided my manmeat gently up her. It felt so hot and wet and juicy inside this woman, and my stiffness was enveloped in lovejuices and her own wondrous warmth. It turned me on to think that Mike had only just emptied his load inside her. Now I almost desperately wanted to do the same.

I began to thrust in a steady rhythm, in and out of her, my chest resting on her huge dark breasts. It was all I could do to contain myself and prevent it being a quick cum, but I held myself together a bit, and started to moan as I made love to Charmaine Roberts.

My lips sought hers, and suddenly I was kissing her, our tongues seeking each other out and meeting in love's embrace, sliding and playing together. As I did so, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Mike shift from the seat and out of my vision. Then I felt something warm on my backside, and the next moment Mike was tongueing my asshole once more. I slowed my rhythm inside Charmaine, to allow Mike to get better access to me. His efforts further heightened my pleasures, and I squirmed a little under his attention. Then he withdrew, and I missed him immediately. Without much pause, I felt a new warmth against my lovehole, and something pushing against me. I knew it was Mike's thick cock, and was surprised that he had any more left after his exertions. I didn't know if he'd be able to fill me with his cum again, but I wanted him in me as I fucked his wife. Holding still for a short time, I allowed Mike's cock to find my slippery and inviting hole and push inside, until he was all the way in. Then I started to thrust my hips back and forth once more, as I gave all I had left to them both, Charmaine in front of me and Mike behind.

What an incredible feeling it was, penetrating this gorgeous woman's tasty pussy, as Mike's thick shaft slid in and out of my ass. I was in heaven. I knew I wanted to spend more time with this incredible couple and for a few seconds I entertained the thought of my own wife joining the three of us for even greater love-making. The thoughts vanished quickly, but they were there now, buried deep inside my mind.

Returning to the pleasures of the moment, I knew it wouldn't be long before I shot my load inside Charmaine. She had recovered her desire somewhat too, and she was willing me on.

"Come on baby, fill me with that big cock, gimme your cum, I want you to fill my pussy just right. Can you do that for me? I know you can do that. I want it inside me. Fuck me deeper! Harder!" she moaned and gasped.

I responded eagerly, picking up the pace of my thrusts, entering her and withdrawing more rapidly now. And of course, each time I pulled out, Mike's big lovestick slid fully into my wet asshole, rubbing against the walls of my rectum and stimulating my prostate.

I could feel myself getting close. Then I felt it, my balls tightening, my shaft stiffening completely, and the spunk rushing and bursting out of my cockhead, deep inside this woman's cunt.

"Aaaaghhhh, unggghhh, yeaaahh, fuckkkkk," I gasped out loud as I sprayed my load up her pussy, my lovejuices fully joining Mike's in her most private and intimate place.

"Oooh, that's it baby, gimme all your cum, let it fill me."

As I came my asshole contracted around Mike's cock, and this set him off one final time.

"Unnnghh, unnggh, sooo goooood, yeaaaah," he grunted as he unloaded his own spunk in me for the second time that afternoon.

As I calmed down I half collapsed on top of Charmaine, kissing her deeply, then rolled off of her to one side on the sofa as my softening cock slid out of her moist cum-filled lovehole. Mike slowly slid out of my soaking wet asshole, and joined us. There we were, the three of us: myself, Mike and his wife, sitting in a row, slightly squashed together, breathing heavily, a thin layer of sweat coating our bodies, basking in love's afterglow.

I spoke first.

"Ahh, that was amazing. It all felt so wonderful."

"Jake, you did good. I would love it if you joined our love-making regularly. You're a natural," replied Mike.

Charmaine responded: "I loved both your cocks inside me. I would love it too if you joined us again. Maybe next time I could try both of you at once, if you can tear yourselves away from each other's cocks and assholes."

Mike spoke again.

"Maybe we could seduce your wife into joining us too. That would complete the picture. She's a lovely woman and she would be welcome."

"Hmmmm, I don't know if she would. On the other hand, maybe she could be seduced. I would like that. Let's see what we can do."

With that, the three of us began to plan how to bring my wife into the fold.

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Rainy Emo Night


It was late and raining. The forecast had the rain tapering off and cooling later that night, but for now it was still raining hard. I had just gotten home from my job, closing up the piercing parlor for the night. It wasn't too busy, it never was when it was raining. I drummed my chipped black nail polished fingernails on the outside of the fridge. I had the door open staring into it, the light from inside lit up a rather dark half kitchen in the apartment. I sighed, a half case of beer, a carton of leftover Chinese and a half an orange was all that was left inside. I scratched my bare chest, I had taken off my tattered black t-shirt, it was soaked from the rain. I ran my fingers across my abs, scratched a little more where my most recent addition to the tattoo'd art that was covering most of my right side. I hadn't had the cash to continue the design that would eventually cover most of my upper torso, the last part was a few months old, the linework was dark solid blacks and a tribal island patterns. I yawned, pushed my dyed black hair away from my face and stretched, grabbed a beer out of the fridge and closed the door. I leaned on the kitchen counter, opened the beer and drank most of it. The frosty bottle brushed up against my chest. The slight coldness from the beer and the thought of the rain gave me the chills, a shiver ran through me and I felt the rings in both of my nipples tighten against the skin.

Unfortunately, it reminded me it had been a while since I last had sex. It was three months since my bitch of a girlfriend, Shelly, left and the few remaining boxes of her crap that she left stood in the corner of the living room -- as a constant reminder of her absence. Don't get me wrong, she had to go. I had kicked her out of the apartment months earlier after I had caught her having sex in the bathroom of a local bar with my ex-bestfriend. She had soon dumped him for a new long haired blond guy that she met at the college she still attended on occasion. She had a thing for long haired guys. I kept mine shoulder length. Earlier, she had left a phone message saying her new boyfriend would be over tonight to pick up the last of her stuff. It was like her to make someone else grab her stuff for her. It wasn't that she was afraid of seeing me, she just would rather have someone else do her cuckolds brownie for her, she liked to boss men around. I sighed again, grabbed another beer from the fridge and walked to the bathroom.

I pulled the chain on the overhead light, squinted as the light popped on. I looked at myself in the mirror, I grunted, I was pretty damn thin to begin with, the bitch took off with most of my cash, and the rent had to come the week before even considering stocking the fridge. I grabbed a towel and ran it through my slightly rain damp jet black hair. I stared back at myself, my eyeliner had ran, it only made my eyes look like they were set back into my skull further. I grabbed my 1/2" black plugs from the bathroom sink counter and took out the 1/2" tunnels I had in both ears and replaced them with the solid black ones. I then took off my black jeans that had shrunk a little in the rain. I dried myself off and grabbed my rather worn leather pants and slipped them on, I didn't bother with underwear, I had have to go to the laundry soon. I put on a new pair of clean black socks and laced on a pair of 10 eye steel toed Gripfast boots that also looked rather worn. They were well broken in. I was about to grab a shirt when I knock came to the door. Shit, I thought, it was probably Shelly's boyfriend.

I was still shirtless when I walked to the door and opened it. It was him alright, he looked at me, almost embarrassed that he was here. I noticed his eyes had glanced at my chest before meeting he said hello. His name was Henry and he had a slight build as well and was just an inch or so shorter than me. He was wearing a dark green t-shirt with a small black silkscreened skull and some jeans. I told Henry to come in, and pointed at the boxes. I didn't offer to help. He looked at the boxes, there were about ten good sized ones stacked in the corner. He went over to one and tried to pick it up. Henry said, "Shit what does she have in here."

"Books," I replied, "her class books, and from the looks of it, the past four years worth." He grunted again, picked it up and went out the door to his car. He had to make several trips with the heavy boxes. By the time he was done, he was soaked with rain and sweat. I looked at him, in a way I felt sorry for him, I knew my former girlfriend was a cheating bitch and it would only be a short time before she cheated on Henry as well.

"Hey Henry," I said to him, "want a beer?"

He looked at me, crinkled his brow, I could see his uncomfortableness fade away and he said, "sure, thanks man."

I went to the fridge grabbed another one, opened it and handed it too him. He took it and said thanks. He glanced down at my chest again and said, "hey, cool piercings and tattoos, I always wanted to get something pierced."

I looked at him, cocked my head and said,"Well, I work at Young's Piercing down on Main Street. Come down and all hook you up." I really wasn't too pissed off at the guy, I guess I couldn't really be. He wasn't the guy that was screwing with my girlfriend at the time I was going out with her, but at the same time, I really felt like getting back at the back stabbing bitch.

Henry said,"Hey, thanks man, that would be cool. But Shelly said that I shouldn't get anything, she mentioned that she didn't care for guys with piercings."

I thought, well no cuckolds brownie, she would say that if she was pissed off at me. She was relaxing around and fucking my best friend at the time we were going out, but I was the one that threw her out. So I was the bad guy. He had finished his beer, I grabbed two more from the fridge, one for both of us. He looked up at me and said thanks again for the beer.

"So do you have any other piercings?" Henry asked me, a little sheepishly.

I said, "Well, I have both nipples pierced, two plugs and a PA. I use to have a few more."

His voice perked up a littler, he looked at me and asked,"What's a PA?"

"Well," I said, "it's called a prince albert and it's a piercing, usually with a large gauge steel ring that goes through the hole in a permister's cock and out on underneath." I even had a pretty large gauge ring for a PA, I had spent some careful months stretching the hole and going up gauges a few times. Henry's eyes went a little wide. "So," I said to him, "want to see it? It's ok, I pierce for a living, just think of it as a visual aid."

Henry gulped and said, "Uh, yea, I guess, I mean sure, if it's ok and all."

"Sure, no problem," I said. I unbuttoned the top of my leather jeans and pushed the zipper down. I had gone commando, so it didn't take much to get a view of my seven and half inch soft dick.

"Wow," Henry said,"that's uh, pretty cool, and uh, pretty big. I mean pretty big ring, of course."

I smiled and thought I would rag on him. I said, "yea, your girlfriend says she doesn't like piercings, but this is one she never complained about."

Henry looked at me then back down again, and said,"Hey, is there another piercing down there?"

I said to him, "you mean on my balls? It's a scrotal piercing, with a captive bead ring. You can look closer if you want to see." I pulled up my dick a little so that he was able to see the piercing, I hadn't shaved down there in a while, so my pubes where about 1/2", so he got a pretty good look at the positioning of the piercing.

Henry got a little closer, brushed his blond hair out of his eyes and looked like he wanted to say something. I looked at him and thought it was a little strange, he was staring a little too much. Like I said earlier, it had been awhile since I had sex, and the thought of him paying a little extra attention to my privates got my head thinking. Internally I smiled to my self and had a little evil thought I thought, hey, if I could get back at Shelly, and maybe satisfy my own needs, it wouldn't be so bad and might make this rainy night a little less depressing.

So I spoke up. "So, henry, want to touch it?" I asked. My cock had gotten a little firmer as I was still holding it so he could get a better look at the scrotal piercing.

Henry's eyes did not meet mine, he just kept staring at my cock. The internal grin began to grow into a real one, I thought hey, maybe Henry was a little into this whole scene. I said, hey why not to myself, might as well take it to my advantage. I said,"it's ok, Henry, it doesn't bite." I grinned and Henry, finished another chug at his beer. He walked closer to me, and knelt down.

"Did it hurt?" Henry asked.

"The PA hurts the most when you insert the receiving tube, but that's part of the fun Henry. No pain, no gain," i replied back.

His hand came up, and touched the underside of my cock. Henry looked to himself in deep thought. I thought to myself, man this is too easy, he doesn't need any prompting. I thought back to Shelly's taste in men, and I knew she had a thing for guys that she thought swung a little bi. He moved closer and came face to face with my cock, which by now had grown to it's almost it's full nine and a half inches. He looked up at me, I said, "go ahead, it's ok."

His lips parted a little bit and his tongue ran ever slow slightly on his lips. "Henry," I said to him more firmly," take it." Surprisingly the tone in my voice broke through to him. There was a slight drop of precum on the tip of my dick, glistening on the end of silver PA piercing. Henry licked his lips again and came even closer to me. I heard him inhale, I knew he was taking in my sweaty leather smell. I grabbed his hands and placed them on the sides of my legs, He slipped his fingers part way under my leather pants that were half way down my ass. Henry's wet tongue reached out and tentatively tasted the length of my dry shaft. As his tongue reached the tip of my cock he slipped his tongue into my piss hole, exploring the piercing, tasting my precum. I sensed his body almost relaxing as he did that. This wasn't going to be a lame night after all.

It was then that I took hold of his long blond hair and grabbed it in two hand fulls and guided his head into my crouch and onto my cock. His lips parted and my pieced cock entered his mouth. His lips were not too tight on my cock as a powerd about four inches in. He gagged slightly and I pulled his head off my dick. I told him to relax. Henry then pushed forward and took my cock into his mouth again, giving in to the experience. I felt my PA rub against the top of the roof of his mouth. His lips swirled around my cock.

"Henry," I said to him. "Do you like cock?" His head shook slightly up and down as he began to take more of it into his mouth. "Henry, if you want more, your going to have to go all the way, and I mean all the way with me Henry. Do you understand? Your going to have to listen and do what I say for the rest of the night" He shook his head yes again. "Ok, " I said, "no backing out Henry do you understand? We wouldn't want Shelly to know you were sucking on her ex-boyfriends cock would we?"

I heard him mumble a "yes sir" under his breath. I smiled and took that as my cue to ram his head down the full length my cock, I felt his muffled breath on my pubes. He gagged a little, but he began to get into it, after a few assisted pushes and pulls he got the full hang of it. I didn't think this was Henry's first time sucking a guy's cock. I moaned felt myself relax, and ran my fingers into his hair, I enjoyed feeling my cock and the PA rub in and out of his throat, over and over again. He had grabbed my ass a little more and digging deeper into my leather pants. I grabbed his hands gently as he continued to feed on my cock and placed each one of his hands on my pierced nipples. I used my hands to show him how to yank and pull on the piercings. My nipples became rock hard as I let him play with my nipples by himself. He continued to yank and pull and tweak as I continued to fuck his face. In and out, I felt the smooth movement of my dick around his tongue, I felt each vain throbbing on his tongue. Deeper I thrusted into him. He popped my cock out his mouth and ran his tongue down to my sack. He sucked in my hairy sack on at a time, He sucked on them more and used his tongue to pull and tease my scrotal piercing. He continued to savor the taste of the metal and my nuts and I grabbed his head again and put in back to work on my cock. My dick was soaking wet with his spit as he began to go faster and faster down the length of my cock.

"Henry, man I'm going to cum. Take it deep man." I pounded into him harder and harder, down his throat I felt my PA bang against it. In and out. I couldn't take it anymore, and then without another warning, wave after wave of cum spurted out filling his throat and mouth. I held his head tight onto my cock so he could take every drop of what seemed like gallons of cum coming out my cock. Cum was beginning to seep out of the side of his mouth as I had stopped pumping into him. I pulled up on his hair, and my slick cock slide out of his mouth, I made him stand and I drew him close, His sweaty shirt clung to my sweaty body as I opened his mouth my tongue and slid it inside his mouth. I savored the taste of my cum in his mouth, I passed it back to him. I told him to swallow, he did and then used he explored my mouth. He made sure to find and lick any remaining spunk out of my mouth, sucking on the tip of my tongue. I smiled at him and pushed him away.

"Henry, your a mighty fine cock sucker," I said. Sheepishly he grinned. Then I dropped the bomb on him, "Henry, I don't think Shelly is going to be too pleased, I think we might have a little problem if you don't continue to do what I say."

Henry quizzingly looked back at me, "Shit, your still going to tell her man?"

I said, "no, not unless you listen to whatever I say tonight, and I mean everything."

"Ok, ok," he said, "just don't tell her anything man, she'll be pissed."

I smiled, finished off the rest of my beer. "Well, in that case Henry," I began,"your night has just begun.... and I think we'll begin with a few piercings too."

Henry looked at me, a little worried,"But," he stammered, "she'll be pissed."

"Not as pissed as she's going to be if she learns her new boyfriend just sucked me off," I replied back.

"Alright," he said with a resigned look,"fine whatever then."

I smiled, it was going to be a fun night after all.

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Red Lights


"Jesus Christ, you drive like my Grandma," Mikey shouted, his words barely audible over the pounding beat from the speakers. The big black car in front of him slowed, red taillights flashing. "You've got to be cuckolds brownieting me. It's a yellow, Man!"

Mikey swerved to the left, pulling around the other car neatly, giving the driver a one-fingered salute on the way. Nipping through the intersection, he laughed, rocking back and forth.

With a throaty purr, the big car rocketed through the intersection behind Mikey, just making it before the light turned red.

Mikey laughed again, pushing his foot down harder on the pedal. So this fucker wanted to play games? Who gave a cuckolds brownie if the big car dwarfed his little rust bucket? No one out drove Mikey, especially not some guy who couldn't even drive the speed limit.

After a few miles, he was beginning to regret his initial glee. "What the hell are you following me for, Stalker? Christ, just go on about your business and leave me alone." He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, trying to think about what lay ahead on the route.

There wasn't much out this way. They'd left the city limits behind a few minutes ago. And, yes, he was a retard for continuing on to his house instead of staying in the city. This weirdo could be a serial *******er for all he knew. At first, Mikey had ignored the presence of the big car, assuming they were just headed in the same direction. But when the car followed him out past that last turn, he started getting suspicious. Who was this guy? Was he pissed about the finger? Everyone gave the finger nowadays! At least Mikey hadn't laid on the horn like he wanted to.

The car came up behind him, tailing him closely. The man flashed his brights, blinding Mikey when he looked in the rear-view mirror. "What do you want? I'm not stopping, fuckwit, so you might as well keep driving."

Mikey tried to remember how long it would take to get to the first crossroad. He could turn around there, maybe surprise the guy enough to pull a u-ey and get back to the main roads before the guy realized what was happening. He'd turn around on the road, except his car didn't exactly have the smoothest turning. The guy could be out of his car and busting down Mikey's door in the time it took him to turn the car around.

He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.

Ah, there it is. He spied the small turnoff up ahead. Pressing his foot on the gas pedal, he sped up. Without signalling his intent, Mikey spun the wheel to the right. With a whoop of glee, he turned on to the crossroad. "Shit..."

The black car pulled in behind him, neatly cutting him off when he tried to spin his car around. Mikey stayed in the car, peering over at the other driver. The windows were tinted, he couldn't quite make out the other figure. "Come on, man, get out of the car and stop playing with me. What do you want?" He switched off his radio, nervously tapping his fingers on the dash.

The driver's door of the other car opened. A whipcord lean man stepped out, his short black locks ruffling in the breeze. He had on a pair of wrap-around shades set high on his aquiline nose. His mouth was full, his cheekbones pronounced.

Christ, the guy was giving him a woody. He was gorgeous.

His body was encased in dark denim jeans and a long sleeved black tee. The clothes weren't tight but they still showed off his body. The man stepped forward, stalking to Mikey's door. Leaning down, he tapped on the window with his knuckles. "Open the door."

The words came through loud and clear in the silence of the car. Mikey really didn't want to get out . That guy looked dangerous. Rolling down the window, he nervously wiped his fingers on his jeans. "Look, man, I'm sorry bout all that. I was in a hurry, yeah? Didn't mean no disrespect."

"You knew exactly what you were doing. Now, open the door."

"Look, asshole, you can't tell me what to do. I'll have you--"

The man reached in through the window, popping the lock in one smooth move. Yanking open the door, the man reached in and pulled Mikey out, manhandling him until he stood in the opening. "You do know you're supposed to wear a seatbelt right? You could have been *******ed, you idiot."

Mikey bristled at the low tone. Who the hell did this guy think he was? He angled to the side, desperate to keep his erection from the guys view. He didn't know why that obnoxious voice was getting to him, but he damn well wasn't going to let the guy know about it.

"Hmm... what's this?" The man pulled down his shades, blinking copper eyes at Mikey. Copper? No way! God, they were beautiful.

Mikey was so distracted by the eyes that he didn't at first notice where the man was gesturing with his other hand. The glancing touch across his hard-on made him jump.

"It does appear that you like this."

"Look, man. Just leave me alone."

"And why would I want to do that? I'd much rather play with this." The man grabbed Mikey's cock, palming it. Mikey groaned, arching into the touch. Wow, that was good.

"These need to go." Copper-eyes unsnapped his jeans, sliding down the zipper and pushing the baggy pants and his boxers down to pool on the ground. Cool fingers wrapped around his cock, slicking along the head and gathering up the pre-come that leaked out. "Someone seems a little desperate. Is this what you want, Boy?"

"God, please." Mikey tossed his head, thrusting his hips toward the other man. Copper-eyes chuckled, leaning forward to place his mouth on Mikey's shoulder. Brushing aside the cotton of his tee, the man sunk his teeth into Mikey's skin.

"Ah!" Mikey jerked his hips, brought to the edge by the feel of those teeth. They weren't sharp, and he was pretty sure they hadn't broken skin, but God, that was...

"Turn around."

Mikey swung around, holding on to the roof of the car, wedged as he was between the door and the driver's seat. Long fingers glanced down his crack, smoothing over his hole. Mikey groaned, pushing back into the touch. Christ, he needed it. The fingers went away, ignoring his pleas.

A small object dropped to the ground by his feet, followed by the foil of a condom wrapper. Copper-eyes must have been carrying lube on him cause his fingers came back wet. One finger went in to the knuckle, entering his ass in a single thrust. Mikey cried out, his cock throbbing. "Man, please, I need it now."

Copper-eyes grunted, and Mikey heard the snap of his own buckle, the slide of his zipper. A hard, hot presence was suddenly bumping his hole. He angled his hips, wiggling to entice Copper-eyes to get on with it. He didn't have all day.

The man's cock slid against his hole, pushing in. The head breached him, bringing Mikey to his toes as pleasure zinged through his body. This was a greater high than any have he knew of. That moment when you knew you were being taken... when you belonged to someone else.

The cock pressed forward, relentlessly tunnelling into him. Mikey groaned, echoed by the man. His body slumped on top of Mikey, pressing him into the car. Mikey locked his knees, terrified that he'd be thrown in through the open door if he wasn't careful. He was so close he was practically dripping pre-come.

The man wasted no time, thrusting in to the hilt inside Mikey's ass, pulling out and pressing in again. They were out in the open. Fuck, anyone driving by would be able to see them.

Sweat dripped down on the back of his neck, copper-eyes was thrusting in hard now, wasting no time to attain his release. Mikey cried out, bucking back into him.

The man bit down on the back of his neck again, and that was it. He arched, cum spewing from his dick, splattering on the seat of the car. The man groaned when Mikey clamped down on his cock, freezing and shooting his seed inside the condom.

Mikey huffed for breath, horrified when he whimpered. The man levered himself up, little aftershocks tearing through Mikey when copper-eyes pulled out of his ass. "Christ, I think you *******ed me, boy."

"I'm not a boy," he gasped.

"What's your name?"

"Mikey Graymister. You?"

"Malcolm Carey. Remember it, because you'll be screaming it later."

Mikey slumped, sliding to his knees beside the car. He had a feeling the guy was telling the truth. He couldn't wait.

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South Beach Cop


I sat naked on the bed and watched as my beautiful naked wife took the cop's uniform off revealing his taught muscular body and his enormous semi hard cock.

Janice and I were on vacation in southern Florida and we had gotten carried away on the second floor balcony of our hotel. It was a warm night and we had been sitting outside in our bathing suits looking out at the empty beach. We had both been takeing and we started kissing in the moonlight. On thing led to another and soon we were both naked. Janice bent over the railing and I entered her from behind. We had been fucking for about 5 minutes when the cop knocked at the door. We stopped fucking ducked inside and stayed silent hoping he would go away. Two minutes later as we sat quietly on the bed the cop opened the door with the help of a master key.

Janice and I were still naked when he entered and we knew we were in trouble. Officer Tomkins explained that he had seen us fucking from the beach. He told us we were going to be arrested and charged with public indecency and lewd and lascivious behavior.

Janice and I were both terrified and that is when she did something that changed our lives forever.

''Isn't there anything we can do,'' she asked softly as she played with her long blonde hair. Janice stood up giving the cop a great view of her spectacular body as she slowly walked over to him.

Janice has always kept herself in great shape despite being the lady of two. She has nice firm 36b tits, a flat stomach, full hips and a great round ass.

She stepped up next to the cop and ran her hand up his chest and grazed her fingernails along his earlobe. Her fingers trailed to the cop's uniform shirt. She slowly unbuttoned it and dropped it to the floor. Janice fell to her knees and unfastened his pants as the cop unbuckled his belt. She pulled his pants off and took his rapidly rising cock into her small hand.

I looked on as my sexy wife started licking the cop's enormous cock like a Popsicle. His dick was about 9 inches long and very thick.

''Don't just stand there,'' the cop said to me. ''Get over here and help your wife out.''

It was not a request but rather an order and I didn't know what to do. I had never in my life entertained a homosexual thought but it was clear that the cop expected me to submit to his disgusting desire.

Janice looked up at me and nodded as she continued to lick the cop's big dick. I stood up slowly as I considered my options. I didn't want to go to jail and certainly not for a sex crime.

''Come on boy,'' the big cop said in a deep baritone, ''stop hesitating and start fellating.'' He chuckled and pointed to the floor beside my wife.

I finished my walk of shame and quietly knelt beside my beautiful wife. She pointed his big dick at my mouth as a lust filled expression overtook her pretty face. I never imagined that Janice would want to see such a depraved act but it was evident she was excited.

''Do it baby,'' she said. Her voice was thick with lust as she stared at the cop's cock just inches from my mouth.

''You heard the lady,'' the cop chided, ''she obviously wants to see you with a dick in your mouth.''

He was right her desire was visible and for some unknown reamister it was contagious because as I looked at her pretty lust filled face I wanted to try it.

I tentatively reached out and touched the cop's big hard cock with my hand as my wife groaned her approval. It was warm in my hand and it throbbed as red coursed through it.

A drop of precum drooled from the big purple head and I wondered what it tasted like.

My wife put her hand on the back of my head and gently pushed forward guiding my mouth to the big throbbing rod. I stuck my tongue out and licked the precum from the head as my wife moaned loudly.

''It sounds like you're wife is enjoying the show,'' the cop teased.

''Mmmmm hmmm,'' Janice moaned excitedly.

I looked over at my pretty wife as she furiously rubbed her slick wet pussy. My lips parted and I accepted the cop's dick in my mouth. My tongue ran along the ridge of his spongy head as precum continued to leak steadily from the big flesh torpedo.

His cum tasted surprisingly good and I found myself enjoying the feel of his dick in my mouth. It was oddly comforting and empowering.

I began to enjoy myself as my head bobbed over his big cock. My lips were stretched wide and my hand was wrapped tightly around the slippery shaft.

''You like it don't you baby,'' Janice whispered as she noticed the enthusiasm with which I was fellating the cop. ''You like having a cock in your sexy mouth don't you baby.'' She wrapped her fingers around my hard dick and stroked it as I continued to blow the cop's big dick.

My head bobbed over the cop's dick and my hand pumped his granite shaft as I worked furiously to make him cum. I wanted more of his cream and he knew it.

''You're husband is quite a cock sucker,'' the cop said to Janice and all she could do is moan. Her lust had overwhelmed her as she furiously rubbed her engorged clit with her left hand while her right hand stroked and squeezed my cock.

''I'm getting close,'' the cop grunted as I massaged his balls with my free hand. ''You want to take my seed don't you?''

I moaned around his cock as my hand pumped his dick faster. I did want his seed. I wanted him to fill my mouth with his delicious cream. I was wanton with desire as I sucked his magnificent cock.

His balls tightened in my hand and I powerd his giant cock down my throat as he started to spurt. My eyes watered as I deep throated his spurting dick. His thick creamy goo slid down my throat as I gulped and swallowed as fast as I could.

He came hard and shot copious amounts of cum into my mouth and down my throat. It filled my mouth and ran down my chin despite my efforts to swallow it all.

He pushed me off his sensitive softening dick and walked to the bathroom without saying a word. Janice straddled my hard cock and rode me hard to a body shaking climax. Her tits bounced and she screamed out in ecstasy as her pussy contracted around my spasming dick. Janice collapsed on top of me as her climax subsided. My cum covered cock softened inside her as we lay on the floor.

The cop was dressed in his uniform when I looked up from my beautiful wife.

''Thanks for a good time. If you want more cock here is my card,'' he said with a smile as tossed a business card on the table and walked out the door.

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Submitting to Master


I was sitting alone again just like every other night lately. Somehow I felt the urge to put on my favorite red panties again. As they slid over my cock I couldn't help but be aroused. Ever since I was a young man I have felt the need to wear panties and nylons. Being 40 and recently divorced, I now had more than enough free time to indulge myself. Grabbing a glass of wine I sat at the computer planning on surfing the web and eventually jerking myself to ecstasy. Checking my favorite sites and e-mail had begun to make me hot and horny so I began to slowly stroke my cock. Beginning to breathe heavily I heard a knock upon my apartment door. Sighing with frustration I put on my robe and went to see who came calling. Spying through the peephole I saw an older looking black man who I immediately recognized as one of my neighbors. Opening the door I greeted him with a hello.

"Hi Dave," he said, smiling.

Looking at him I noticed he was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Standing about 5'7" he had salt and pepper hair and a small beard shot through with gray. He looked to be in fairly good shape for a man approaching 60 except for a protruding stomach.

"What's up Bill," I asked.

He smiled broader and said "We'll see."

As I wondered what he meant, he said to me "Did you know your curtains are wide open?"

"Uh, No," I replied.

He grinned again and said, "It's a very nice view from out there too. I especially like your choice of underwear."

I froze and didn't know what to say as he stood there and smiled.

"Red is my favorite color, Dave," he stated.

"It's not what you think it is," I said, knowing how lame it sounded.

He just laughed and looked at me with a knowing smile. Suddenly, he reached out and pulled the belt of my robe apart revealing my red silky panties to him. He reached down and softly rubbed my now soft cock and I jumped.

"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled.

He looked into my eyes and said "I am going to take what's mine."

He pushed his way into my apartment and closed the door behind him while still rubbing my now hardening cock. Grabbing both sides of my robe he pulled me close to him and kissed me with his big soft lips. I tried to resist him but his lips felt so good on mine I was almost helpless to stop him. The more his lips rubbed on mine the more I couldn't help myself and gave my lips to him. His tongue darted into my mouth and when I felt it hit mine my knees went weak and he had to hold me up.

Taking his lips from mine he said "As soon as I looked in your window I knew I would make you my bitch."

Before I could reply his lips were on mine, this time more powerfully as he kissed me hard and pushed me against the wall. He grabbed my now aching cock and squeezed it.

Pulling back from my mouth he said to me "Now you are my bitch aren't you"?

I couldn't help myself, "Yes," I whispered to him.

"Say it louder bitch," he said.

"Yes," I said to him.

"You will call me Master do you understand bitch?" he questioned.

"Yes Master," I said as my cock twitched.

"Kiss me, bitch and show me you are mine," my Master said.

I leaned forward and kissed his lips and loved it. As I kissed him my mind began to finally realize that all my late night fantasizing about older men was driving me crazy. His hands ran all over my crotch and ass as I kept kissing him, moaning into his mouth.

My Master pulled his lips from mine and asked, "do you have stockings, Bitch?"

"Yes Master," I replied. "Let's go put them on you then."

Walking to the bedroom his hands continued rubbing my ass. Entering the bedroom he told me to shut the curtains and put on stockings for him. While I pulled the curtains closed and turned to my closet for the stockings he pulled off his shirt and shorts. After grabbing the stockings I turned to him and was shocked at his nudity. His chest was covered in a light gray hair and looking downward I saw his large cut cock amidst gray pubic hair.

Seeing his cock made mine tingle in my panties. I sat on the bed and pulled up my stockings, loving the smooth, silky feeling.

When I had the last one on he moved over in front of me and said, "Stay right there Bitch."

Sitting there at eye-level with his cock was making me so hot and weak, I couldn't believe how horny this was making me.

He reached down and tilted my chin up and said, "Do you like what you see, Bitch?"

"Yes Master," was all I could say.

I had dreamed so long of an overweight older man taking control of me. I couldn't believe it was finally happening. Just looking at his face, cock and belly were making me leak into my panties. Reaching down again he grabbed my nipples and pulled me up to stand in front of him. Twisting my nipples painfully, he again kissed my lips. When he broke the kiss I was weak-kneed yet again. Pushing on my shoulders he made me drop to my knees. As I hit the floor he pushed his cock onto my face. As his cock rubbed on my face, I was inhaling his musky, sweaty scent. It smelled as if he hadn't washed recently and was making my head swim.

"Kiss it, Slut," he commanded.

I kissed the head of his cock and noticed a slightly acrid taste to it.

I must have winced because he said, "Don't stop, Bitch, I just pissed before I came over and wanted you to have a taste of what's to come."

Knowing that I was licking his urine of his cock brought me almost to orgasm right then and there. Suddenly he thrust his cock into my mouth a few inches and held it there.

"Get used to it my little slut, it's going to be there a lot from now on," he said with a mocking tone in his voice.

His words echoed in my head and I realized I was going to be enslaved by this old black man. I licked and sucked the head of his cock while he held it motionless in my mouth.

"Oh that feels so good Bitch," he moaned, "I am going to love this."

He slowly started sliding his cock into my mouth. When I started to gag he pulled out slightly and looked down.

"Not even halfway, Slut, we'll have to get you trained," my Master stated.

Slowly he started pushing his cock in and out of my mouth. As his cock slid in and out of my mouth, I was rubbing my cock and moaning.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, "Did I tell you to touch yourself Bitch?"

"No Master," I replied, surprised and ashamed.

He pushed my head roughly to the floor and slapped my ass hard, causing my eyes to water.

Repeatedly spanking my ass he said, "You don't do anything unless I tell you to Bitch, understand?"

I whimpered, "Yes Master."

"Kiss my feet Bitch," he said.

I reached out my head to his feet and began to kiss them. Kissing his feet felt just so right and so natural. I was in heaven.

He grabbed my hair and pulled me back up to my knees and said, "Now, Bitch you will kiss my balls and beg me to let you suck my cock."

I pushed my head under his cock to get at his hanging balls. They felt heavy on my lips and tasted wet and salty with sweat. The musky, earthy scent was much stronger and I realized I was smelling his asshole. As I licked and kissed his balls he was telling me what a good bitch I was turning out to be.

I pulled off his cock and pleaded, "Master, please let me suck your cock, oh please Master."

Once more grabbing my head he thrust his cock into my mouth and said "Suck my cock Bitch, I want to give you my come."

Sliding his cock in and out, he began to breathe heavier and heavier. I felt his cock expand in my mouth as he grabbed my head and held it. Suddenly my mouth was filled with hot, salty liquid that made me want to gag. "

Take it all, Bitch," he yelled.

The taste was almost making me sick, yet I was even hornier knowing it was come in my mouth. Slowly his cock started to shrink in my mouth, but he held my head so I couldn't pull away from him.

"Swallow it all Bitch," He said.

I swallowed all of his come trying not to gag too much. He pulled me up to my feet and placed his lips on mine again, making me even hornier...

I swallowed all of his come trying not to gag too much. He pulled me up to my feet and placed his lips on mine again, making me even hornier...

As his lips kissed mine, my body pushed against his. I could not believe how horny I was for this man. He pulled my head away from his and looked into my eyes with a knowing smile.

"From now on you are my bitch, do you understand?" He asked.

"Yes Master," I replied, knowing it was the truth.

"I want you to be completely shaven when I come back, slut," He commanded.

"All over , Master?" I asked.

"Yes, bitch, you are my slave and will be shaven and wearing panties at all times," He said to me grinning.

Pulling up his shorts, he grabbed my panty-covered cock one more time and said, "I will be back in an hour or so bitch, so be ready for me by then."

"Yes Master," was all I could say or wanted to say.

He walked out of my apartment, whistling. I went to the bathroom to begin showering, figuring it would take a while to shave oof all my hair since I am a fairly hairy man. As I got out of my robe and panties, I realized my cock was still hard and ready. Getting under the warm rain of water, I began to think about how to get all the hair off my body. Little did I know how hard it was going to end up to be. After 45 minutes or so of shaving with my razor I realized I would have to get Nair or something similar for the next time. I got out of the shower and dried myself off. I knew I didn't have much time so I grabbed a pair of light blue bikini panties and put them on. I decided just to wear panties and show my new master that I was all his. A few minutes later I heard a knock on my door. My cock tingled as I went to go see who it was. Looking through the peephole I saw it was my master so I opened the door.

"Hello again my little slut," he said.

Reaching out he touched my full panties and rubbed them slowly up and down. Standing there in the doorway with this old black man feeling me up made me feel so weak and helpless. This dominant man was slowly but surely making me a slut for his amusement. I noticed another neighbor trying to see what was going on in my doorway but, oddly enough, I didn't care what he saw, I just wanted more of this man in front of me. He pushed me into the apartment and closed the door while kissing me and tonguing into my mouth. Once inside, he pushed me to my knees and powerd my face into the crotch of his running shorts.

"That's it slut, smell my cock, feel my cock, rub against my cock," he stated.

I couldn't help myself, I rubbed my face in his crotch like an natural, I wanted him, needed him, and I couldn't stop it. Now that my deepest fantasy was becoming reality, the feelings this man brought out were overwhelming me with sensations. I can't decribe how much I wanted him to control me and use me. I continued to rub my face against him until he pushed my face back from his shorts.

"Pull down my shorts, slut," he commanded.

I pulled down his shorts and saw that his cock was wet with pre-cum and almost completely rigid. Without any coaxing I bent to his cock and began licking and kissing it with my lips and tongue. The taste of his cock and feel of his cock were intoxicating to me. I literally felt waves of feelings through my body as I tasted his cock. I could not stop licking and kissing his beautiful cock.

"That's it slut, give yourself to my cock," my master said.

"You will learn to love my cock bitch," master said, "Your life will be for my cock's pleasure, slave."

"Yes Master," I said to him

He reached down and held my hair as he pushed my face into his crotch powerfully. Slowly he pulled me upwards, stopping when my lips were kissing his belly and licking it like a madman. He held my face on his belly as I kissed and licked him, moaning into his hot skin. He pulled me up some more and I discovered his hard nipples. I sucked them into my mouth loving his hot sweaty taste. He then pulled me upright so he could once again possess my lips with his.

"Get down on all fours slut, I am going to take your ass now!" he commanded.

He pulled down my panties and pushed me to the floor. Reaching down to his shorts he grabbed a tube of lubrication from his shorts and applied it liberally to his cock. He rubbed his fingers across my ass and wiped some lube onto it. Feeling his fingers on my ass makes me weak with anticipation. Slowly his hot cock slides across my ass teasing me with it's hardness. Suddenly the head of his cock is pushing against my hole. At first it is just pressure but then all of a sudden a burst of pain as it slides into my ass, stretching it out. The pain causes my cock to wilt as he holds his cock just inside my ass. Slowly he pushes it further into me and the pain is reduced as the head passes further into my waiting asshole. Ever so slowly his cock is pushed into me until I feel his balls on me. Holding his cock all the way in me, he reaches down and tweaks my nipples, causing my cock to begin twitching. As he begins to slide out of me, I realize my cock is hard again and that this is starting to feel so very good.

"Do you want more, slut?" He asked.

Surprising myself, I say to him, "Yes I do Master".

"Here goes then bitch," He said, sliding his cock all the way back in quickly.

I gasp as the feeling of his cock filling my ass shoots through me. Sliding in and out of my ass, his cock feels so good.

"Fuck me Master, fuck me," I moan to him unable to help myself.

I can't believe how good this feels. I love his cock in my ass. I push back into him, trying to get even more of his cock into me. My cock swells and all of a sudden a giant orgasm sweeps over me. The come feels as though it's being pushed out of me by his cock in my ass. I spray come on the carpet below me at least 4 or more times. Weakened, I fall to the floor, unable to hold myself up anymore. He picks me up and leans my body over the arm of the couch. His cock once again slides into my hole. I can feel his cock swelling as his thrusts become quicker and rougher.

"Take my come, slut, take it," He yells.

"Oh god, oh god, aaaaaaaaaa," He moans as his hot come fills my ass.

His come is so hot inside of me. I am surprised I can feel his come inside me. His cock slides out of my ass as he backs away from me and I begin to feel a warm wetness down my legs. I am laying across the arm of the couch feeling like a ragdoll, with absolutely no energy. He moves around to get in front of me and rubs his cock on my lips. The scent of his cock is unbelievable, a combination of come, sweat, and ass. I begin to lick and suck his cock, knowing that he wants me to clean it for him. The taste is salty and sour but I can't help but be aroused by this. Knowing his cock has been in my ass just makes cleaning his cock more arousing to me. The presentation to him somehow makes me feel more at ease with him and myself. Sucking his cock as clean as I can get it gives me a sense of satisfaction. He pulls up his shorts and tells me, "slut, you and I are going to have some very good times together".

With that he walks out the door, leaving me to wonder when he will be back. I hope it's soon, very soon. I feel so empty without him.

Another night rubbing my cock and dreaming of my master. It had been a week since he had taken me and I couldn't get him out of my mind. I was jerking off almost constantly thinking about his black cock in my mouth and ass. All I wanted was his cock, it consumed me. I was shaving all over every other day just hoping against hope he would come over. Afer another week passed I heard a knock on my door. I went to the door smiling, hoping it was my master. It turned out to be a delivery driver with a large box for me. After signing for the box, I set it on the coffee table and tried to figure out who would send me such a large item. I cut the tape and opened the box and found a note on top of some packing foam. The note said, "Slut, put on every item in this box and then call me at the listed number below." As I began to take items out of the box I got more and more excited and horny. There were crotchless pantyhose, a silky thong, a latex top, thigh-high latex boots, and long latex gloves. I slowly dressed in this sexy outfit and could not control my hard cock or my feelings, I was so turned on right then. After I was dressed I grabbed the phone and called the number.

"Hello slut." came my master's voice from the phone.

"Hello Master." I replied.

"Get on your knees and wait for me bitch!" he said.

"Yes, Master," I replied, trembling.

An hour later the door opened and there he was. He was wearing only a bathrobe and carried a sports bag. He walked over to me tossing his bag on the couch and said "Kiss my feet bitch". I leaned down and began kissing his feet. I loved the feeling of his rough flesh on my lips. Lookinig down at me he laughed and told me what a slut I was for him. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up into his crotch and said "Kiss my cock bitch, you know you want to." I began kissing his cock and loving it. He reached down and held my head as he placed the tip of his cock in my mouth and told me to just hold it there. Suddenly a hot acrid liquid began streaming into my mouth and I realized he was pissing. I moaned and began to swallow his hot piss. I kept on takeing his piss until the stream finally stopped. He pulled me up to him and kissed my lips making me melt into his arms. After what seemed like forever but was really only a minute or so he pushed me away and said to me "Now you are my toilet slut as well, aren't you bitch?"

"Yes, Master," I whispered to him, unable to help myself.

"Whenever I have to piss I will come over and use my toilet, do you understand slut?" He asked.

"I understand Master," I said with a shiver.

"Now, take off my robe bitch." He demanded.

I reached out for his belt and untied it from his ample belly. Slowly I pushed his robe off his shoulders, almost passing out from the sheer excitement of knowing how much control he had of me. I pulled off his robe and stared at his nakedness. His hard cock and large belly made me weak from desire, especially after two weeks without him. I realized as I stared at him that I wanted to be worshipping his body all the time. I could not stop staring at his hairy black body with his cock jutting out as if to point at me. I looked up and noticed a small grin on his face as he watched me stare at him. "Can't help yourself, can you bitch?" He asked.

"No Master." I replied.

"Good slut." He said.

"Now, get on your knees and lick my balls you bitch." he said.

"Yes Master," I replied, dropping to my knees.

I ran my tongue over his balls, moaning and whimpering in presentation. My tongue made his ballsack shiny and wet. Slowly, my tongue worked it's way up to his hard cock. God, it felt so good to taste his cock again. I placed my mouth over his cock and began sucking it and tonguing it. As I licked and sucked his cock, I could not stop moaning into his sweaty, musky crotch. The smell and heat were making me crazy with lust. I knew he would come soon and could not wait to feel his thick, hot cum fill my mouth, but he had other plans for me as he grabbed my head and pulled it out of his crotch. He started to jerk his cock while backing away from me a few inches so I could not reach him with my mouth. Jerking his cock faster and faster he told me to stand up. Suddenly, I heard him gasp and his cock started to twitch. Coming closer to me he started to shoot load after load all over my boots. It looked so sexy and hot. Looking down I could see his hot cum all over my boots. "Rub it into those boots, bitch." He said. I rubbed the hot cum into my boots and loved the feel of my hands on my boots. As I rubbed the cum into my boots my master came over to me and whispered into my ear "You will always have my cum with you now bitch." I moaned and kissed him unable to help myself from touching my cock in that thong. He kissed me back and then pulled away and said, "Do you want me to fuck you slut?"

"Oh god yes , Master, please fuck me, please fuck me!" I begged.

He pulled my face into his crotch and told me to make his cock hard. I licked and sucked his cock cleaning him and making him hard.....

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Sucking at the Picnic


It was the annual benefit picnic for the VFD, and it was hot. A hundred degrees in the shade, and record-shatteringly humid. As my wife and I sat listening to the band and sucking down the lemonade, a strange sensation came over me. Usually I was not a hot weather permister, but this extreme heat felt like a sauna, and as I got used to the sweat, I started feeling the stirrings of desire. My wife was here to hobnob with her friends, though, and I knew she would not be receptive at this place and time.

In fact, she had just excused herself now to greet another gaggle of girlfriends. I was watching some of the young girls dancing to the band, fully enjoying the skin they were showing on this blistering day. Everyone was beered up and trying to enjoy the heat as best they could.

My cock was now half-hard in his shorts and I got up to walk, enjoying the thought that my bulge was now visible in my shorts. I began watching out of the corner of his eye to see who was watching. Some women were oblivious, but some were not. The looks I did get caused my cock to stiffen further.

Now seriously horny, I wandered back in the trees where most of the cars were parked. I began wondering if I could find a place private enough to whip out his cock for a little stroke session. I began wondering if I could even wait that long, and whether I should just stroke it right here.

I reached the top level of the parking lot, a good hike away from the main body of the party. Here, a small clearing held ten or fifteen cars parked in a dirt clearing in the forest.

I was walking past a full size Ford pickup with an empty spot next to it when he got the surprise of my life. There leaning against the side of the pickup was a large well-built man, shirtless and wearing shorts. And kneeling at the man's feet was another man, ever bigger and more cut than the first. And in between the two men was the first man's cock, hard as a rock and shining wet.

As I watched, the kneeling man took the other man's slick pole into his mouth, slowly and with great relish. It was about this time the though entered my head that I should be disgusted, that he should go call over a security guard. But somehow I could not do that. I had never thought of another man sexually before, but there was something undeniable about the scene before me. I wanted to see more!

As I stood transfixed, the kneeling man looked over and became aware of my presence. Rather than starting back in shock, he continued sucking the other man's hard cock. If anything, he began sucking even more theatrically, looking over at me for the performance he was now giving. I stood motionless, my mouth hanging half-open. After a couple of long sensuous sucks and lip-smacks, the man pulled off the head of the standing man's cock and looked at me.

"Looks like you want some of this." He pointed the cock in my direction. There was a drop of pre-cum on the head, and I was close enough to see the slit in his cockhead. It seemed to be inviting me.

Before I could rationally consider the consequences of my actions, I had stepped forward and dropped to my knees as the kneeling man stood up. I was now face-to-face with a very large and very hard cock. It was standing straight up, giving me a view that made me dizzy: his large low-hanging balls, leading to his glistening shaft, veins bulging in every direction. That dark plum-shaped head, a droplet of precum now dripping ever so slowly off the head. Flat, rippled abs above that, and a man looking down at me with pure lust on his face.

I had gone too far to turn back. I reached up with my right hand and grasped his shaft, still slick with the other man's spit. I smelled the spit, his sweat, the musk from his balls, and the summertime smells of the forest. I moved my hand up and down his cock tentatively.

"Come on. Suck it. You know you want to."

I lowered my head and slowly slipped the head of his cock in my mouth. I felt the velvety softness of his cockhead as it hit my tongue, and a lightly salty taste from the precum. Taking care not to nick him with my teeth, I wrapped my lips around his rigid shaft and slid it into my mouth, until it filled up my mouth. As though it was the most natural thing in the world, I pulled my head back and lowered it down again. Up again, down again, and I was falling into a rhythm.

For a moment I stepped outside of myself and looked at the scene. Here I was, on my knees in front of a strange man, bobbing my head on his hard cock in front of the whole world, while people who knew me partied just a few yards away! I could hear the band as I slipped his cock in and out of my mouth. I could hear the sounds I was making as I smacked my lips in lust. I pulled his cock out and worshipped it for a minute, rubbing it around my face, licking the head while looking up at my new best friend. I loved this feeling! I wanted to suck his cock all afternoon while the band played.

It was not to be, however. "Stand up," I heard from behind me. "Jim, you sit on the side of your truck there." Jim, understanding immediately, hopped up on the side of his F350, his hard cock bouncing in the breeze.

"Yeah, Hank. Do it." Jim said.

I turned to look at Hank. He was standing naked, with his hard cock in his hand. It wasn't as thick as Jim's, but it was longer, with a delicious upward curve to it.

"Take your clothes off". Without even thinking, I dropped my shorts on the ground and started unbuttoning my shirt. Since I was not wearing underwear on this hot day, this left me completely naked, hard, and exposed.

"Now spread your legs and suck him some more," Hank said.

I knew what was going to happen, knew it would hurt. I didn't care. I stepped in front of Jim, spread my legs wide, and lowered my head to his hard cock. I could feel the hot wind on my exposed asshole. I felt something cold and slippery drip on it, and then Hank's strong fingers exploring my virgin asshole. With fear and lust battling it out, I pushed my ass back against his fingers. Lust won.

"Fuck my ass, Hank. Fuck it hard."

"Oh, you know I will, faggot. Now keep sucking that cock while I fill you up."

I returned to Jim's cock, stroking him with my hand while pistoning up and down on his head – all the while waiting for that sensation I dreaded – Hank's hard cock pushing up against my sphincter, demanding entry.

Just when I started to wonder if it was all a bluff, I felt it. Hank pressed the head of his cock up against my butthole, not yet pushing it in, but keeping a light pressure on. I continued sucking on Jim's cock while I got used to the sensation. Jim was now moving his hips under me, and I knew he was getting closer.

Hank now pushed harder, and the head of his cock slipped inside of my ass. He stayed there while a hot burning sensation surged through my entire body. The searing pain was like a hot poker. I moaned onto Jim's cock.

"Hang in there, dude. It's gonna feel REAL good in a minute or two."

I whimpered, holding on to Jim's hips for support. His cock flopped out and he slapped it gently against my cheeks. After a minute or so I could feel my asshole give way and relax around the tube steak stretching it where it had never been stretched. The burning sensation faded, replaced by a glowing warmth that extended up my guts and into my stomach. I pushed back against Hank, wanting more.

Feeling the encouragement, Hank began thrusting his hard cock into me. Pretty soon he and Jim had set up a complementary rhythm, and I began rocking back and forth on those two hard cocks like a pig on a skewer.

"Unh! Unh! Unh!" Hank granted as he slammed into me time after time. Jim was thrusting his hips up against me. I knew he was getting close, and I knew that mean his hot spunk blasting into my mouth. I was ready. I wanted it, and I wanted it at the same time I felt Hank's seed shooting into my guts.

"Tom? Tom, are you up here?"

My wife's voice!

I thought about running and hiding, but Hank and Jim were controlling the situation and not me. I could not have stopped their pounding if I had wanted to, and most of me didn't want to.

"Tom? Oh my G-"

I looked over to my right, and there was my wife Myra with two of her more sexy friends, open-mouthed in shock. Hank looked over, as calm as you please, and said "Afternoon ladies, we were just enjoying your husband's company. Perhaps you'd like to stay for the big finale!"

My wife looked like she was going to turn and run, but her friends hand on her elbow stopped her. Her hottie friend Pam was intently staring at the whole scene, her face starting to flush.

Myra wavered for a moment, then stopped. "Well, I guess if my husband wants to wander off to get ASS-fucked, the least we can do is watch." Pam nodded vacantly, while her other friend Liz just stared. None of them made any move to leave.

"So, do you like that, Tom?" my wife demanded, her voice showing more than a hint of anger. "Do you like sucking cock, you faggot cocksucker?"

Somehow, this only turned me on more. I nodded my head as I bobbed it up and down on Jim's hard cock. Jim was now moaning constantly, bucking his hips under me.

"Good, because you're about to find out how it feels to have a big cock shoot cum in your mouth. Go on, fuck his ass hard. Make him feel it!" She shouted at Hank.

Hank was beyond caring. He was pounding my ass in a faster and faster rhythm, a low wail building up in his throat.

"I'm gonna cummmmmm..." he shouted, the smacks from his hips and my ass echoing off the trees.

"Yeah! Shoot that hot come in his ass!" Myra shouted. Pam now had her hand down the front of her jean shorts, and Liz was twisting her nipple in her fingers.

Just then, Jim reached the point of no return and grabbed the back of my head. "Fuuuuucckkk! He cried as his cockhead swelled up in my mouth and shot a blast of boiling hot come into my throat. This send Hank over the edge, and he grunted one more time and let go. I felt his cock plunge deep in my ass and his hot sperm blast into me. I lost track of space and time as I absorbed the fact that I was getting hot come blasted into me from both ends, in front of my wife and her friends. I could feel my cock, untouched, spurting its hot load on the ground. There was no question to anyone how much I was enjoying this.

The power from Hank's thrusts caused Jim's cock to pop out of my mouth while it was still shooting. Gooey ropes of jiz flew from his cockhead and splashed on my cheeks, forehead, and hair. Shot after shot splashed on me as Hank's thrusts died away. I could feel his hard cock spreading his load around my insides. I was dripping sweat and panting.

The silence was broken by my wife's clapping. Liz and Pam joined in, although their clapping lacked the angry edge of my wife's.

I looked at her, cum dripping down my face and out of my ass. "Honey?" Was all I could manage.

There was a long silence as she navigated the raging emotions inside her. At last, she spoke.

"Well, you'd better get dressed, my cocksucking husband. We wouldn't want to scare the youngren or anything."

Sheepishly, I looked around for my shorts, and raised my hand to my face.

"Oh, don't wipe that off, misterny boy. That's going to be your punishment for today. I'll think of something new tomorrow."

Oh boy, I thought. This could be a long summer.

Strangely, my wife did not throw me out of the house after catching me in the middle of two hard cocks at the annual Firefighter's picnic. I tried to talk to her about it, but she would just smile enigmatically and say she wasn't sure how she felt about it yet. In the meantime, she was perfectly pleasant with me, if a tiny bit aloof. After a few weeks, I started thinking that maybe the other shoe would never actually drop. The only fly in the ointment was that she was "too tired" for the next three weeks. We had had gaps like that before, though, and I wasn't going to push it.

A month had gone by when my wife Myra said to me, "Honey, could you clean up the back yard? I invited a few friends over for a barbecue." Nothing unusual there; we had a nice deck and a nice back yard, and our friends were a gregarious bunch.

That Saturday, I was getting ready and I asked Myra who was showing up. "Oh, the usual crowd" she said. "Those are fine. No need to dress up", she said, nodding at the lightweight Tai Chi pants I was wearing.

I watched in growing unease as the crowd came in. There was Pam and her boyfriend Luke, and Liz and her husband Bill. You see, Pam and Liz had been the ones standing at my wife's side when they saw me naked and sandwiched between two beefy firemen, one hose blasting into my mouth and another in my ass. There was also Donna and Rex, who were not there that day -- but Rex was also a member of that VFD. It was a small town, and I had to figure that everybody and their grandlady knew the intimate details by now. People are polite in my neighborhood, however, and nobody smirked or said anything untoward as I did my host duties and got everyone fed.

As usual, the men congregated around the cooking beef while the women caught up on things in the kitchen. The girl giggles seemed unusually raucous this time, and Rex was the first to say something.

"Man, all our ladies are looking extra-fine tonight. It's *******ing me, because Donna has been unavailable more than usual lately."

"You too?" Bill put in. "Liz has been really affectionate, but then she stiff-arms me. I could swear she was teasing me on purpose." Luke just nodded ruefully.

Myra and the girls came out with a tray of Budweisers. Their faces were still bright from all the laughing. When Myra neared us with the beers, I got a shock. She was wearing a new and snug pair of bluejeans, and as I looked down I saw a large bulge right where a bulge shouldn't be. Bill wasn't looking, but I saw Luke's eyes get very wide before he suppressed a grin.

Strangely, none of the women seemed to even notice Myra's huge boner. They just kept making small talk through the meal as if nothing was amiss, and the boys were obliged to keep up. Nobody wanted to be the first to mention the unmentionable.

Finally, after the meal (which came out perfectly), we all sat around on the porch relaxing, telling jokes, and laughing. The jokes got bawdier, and finally Rex had enough beer to break the ice.

"So Myra, is that a banana in your pants or are you just happy to see me?" he said in a slightly slurred voice.

Myra leaned back lewdly and stroked her bulge. "That depends on how friendly you're prepared to be."

Rex held up his hands in mock surrender. "Not my thing, Myra. Besides, I think Tom should get first dibs." At this everyone laughed, and I felt my face get hot. Myra was making my recent adventure the topic of conversation, and everyone was in on the joke but me.

Myra let the silence linger for a minute, then looked right at me. "I don't know, a nice blowjob might be just the thing after a good meal. Tom, would you be a dear and suck my dick for me? I laughed uncomfortably, but my earlier wardrobe decisions were working against me. Despite (or perhaps because of) the offense potential of the evening, I felt myself becoming aroused, and there was nothing between me and my Calvins to disguise the fact.

Myra knew this. She kept talking about how good it would feel to have my mouth on her hard dick, slurping and slobbering away, and making really good sound effects for the slurping and slobbering. Everyone else was maintaining a sort of shocked silence, but there was also a sense of anticipation. They knew some sort of a show was in the offing.

By now, my cock was fully hard in my light tai chi pants, and Myra knew it. "Tom, could you get our guests another round?" I had no choice; I take my hosting duties seriously. I got up, and my hard cock was tenting out my pants in a way that no one could miss. Amid laughter and catcalls, I got another cold six from the fridge.

When I returned, all eyes were on Myra. I found out why: she had unzipped her Wranglers and was now stroking a large strap-on dildo protruding from same.

"Honey, I want you to kneel in front of me right now and suck my cock. You know you want to, I know you want to, and all these nice people know you want to.

The other shoe had dropped. Payback's a bitch. I was cornered. My face burning, I kneeled down in front of my wife and stared down at the lifelike rubber cock sliding lewdly through her fist.

"Good boy. Now make it nasty. Show me how much it turns you on to suck cock,"

I did. Against all odds, I was becoming more turned on as I kneeled in front of my wife and prepared to fellate her in front of my friends. I closed my eyes and rubbed the fake cock on my cheeks. It felt surprisingly lifelike; some sort of high-tech cyberskin dildo, it seems. Finally I took the plunge, opening my mouth and feeling the skin-like rubber slide across my lips and fill my mouth. There was silence all around as I lowered my head and brought it up, lowered it again until I found a rhythm.

"What do you think guys? Is he doing a good job of cocksucking? Does it make you hard?" There was a pause before a set of lame denials came back.

"I think he's doing a fine job, but we'll never know how he will handle the big finish with this rubber thing. I think Tom needs to show us what he'll do with a real cock in his mouth. A real cock squirting hot cum. Any volunteers?"

Silence. Then Pam spoke up. "Look guys, we want to see Tom here sucking a real cock. I can promise you if nobody volunteers here, nobody ELSE is going to be sucking yours for quite a while.

Nobody spoke for what seemed like minutes.

"Fuck it," Luke finally said. "Nothing permisteral Tom, but I'm a man that needs that pussy...so you're just going to have to suck my dick. I probably won't even get turned on." Pam chortled. Let's just get it over with, all right?"

Liz put in, "I think they should be naked."

"Fine by me" said Luke. "It's hot out." He pulled his t-shirt off and dropped his cargo shorts and boxers. Luke worked in construction, and he had a pretty good body. My best attribute was revealed when I dropped my shorts: not overly long at seven inches, but with more than enough girth and rigidity to do the job. Right now it was pointing straight up with a drop of precum glistening on the tip.

Luke leaned back in his rattan chair and spread his legs. "Take your best shot, Tom." He said with a lazy smile. I sat down on my knees in front of him. It was an entirely different experience than looking down at a strap-on. He wasn't hard, but he wasn't exactly shriveled. His dick was mid-sized from the look of hit, solid-looking. I leaned in and took a tentative lick. When the world didn't end, I took another. Luke had his hands on the armrests, drumming his fingers nervously. I sucked the head into my mouth and moved my tongue over it. Nothing happened for ten or twelve seconds of this, and then...I felt the head growing in my mouth. I started tentatively sliding my mouth down on about three inches of his cock. At first that was just about all of it, but I noticed that each time I slid my mouth down on him, his pubes were a little farther away and my mouth was stretched a little more.

The nervous bawdy joking stopped one by one as people noted the new development. I barely noticed them as I concentrated on one of nature's miracles: the birth of a new boner in one's mouth. I kept up my steady but slow sucking until I could pull my mouth off and look down at a completely hard cock, slick and wet with my spit.

There no sound on the deck except the chirp of mistergbirds and the wet slurping sounds my mouth was making on Luke's hard dick. The minutes went by, and he was now gently holding my head as I pistoned his hard cock in and out along my tongue.

"Okay, stop. New position." It was Myra's voice. For the first time in minutes, I was a world outside the cock I was sucking. Myra was standing behind me, rubbing oil over the hard cock strapped to her. "Hands and knees, Tom. I'm going to fuck your ass now." I looked around. Glazed eyes everywhere. Rex and Bill were openly stroking the large bulges in their pants, and Liz and Pam were looking ready to slip a hand in and see what is wet down there.

"Hurry up," said Luke. I needed no coaxing to return to his rock-hard dick. He was getting close and we both knew it. I plunged my mouth back down, and soon we had the rhythm going again. Then I felt a warm hand and cold lube on my ass, and two or three mouth cycles later I felt the head of her rubber cock pressing up against my ass. She stayed there as I sucked on Luke's dick, until she started feeling me pressing gently back against her. She leaned into me a little harder and I pushed back a little harder until the head of her cock popped inside my sphincter. My gasp of pain was muffled by Luke's cock. I stopped to breathe until finally my ass relaxed around my wife's cock. She started easing it in and out, and suddenly the pain was replaced by that wonderful feeling of being fucked in the ass. Soon all three of us were in a rhythm, until it felt like there was just one hard cock going all the way through me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the hands of Rex and Bill openly stroking their hard cocks now. Pam and Liz were huddled together, their hands enmeshed in each others' panties.

I kept sucking until Luke grabbed my head and groaned. I felt his cock swell up, so I grabbed it and pumped furiously, the angry slit in the middle of his now-large purplish head pointed right at my face. I opened my mouth as he started to shoot, great ropes of come splashing down on my nose, my lips, my tongue, my chin, my cheeks. He just kept depositing great wads of salty hot cum on my face. I didn't want it to end.

I was just sucking the last few drops out when Luke was elbowed out of the way by Bill, his raging boner bobbing in the breeze. By the time he was settled in and thrusting into my mouth, Myra's rubber cock had pulled out of my mouth and a new sensation was taking its place. Something spongy and warm and hard was sliding into my now well-greased hole. I looked back to see Rex kneeling behind me, his face contorted in lust, his hands on my hips. His cock only got hotter once it started generating friction on the rapid thrusting Rex was now assaying.

I had lost track of time, and of all sensation beyond that of a hard wet slimy cock in my mouth, another one in my ass, and globs of cum sliding down my cheeks and chin. Myra leaned down beside me and said "you love this, you little faggot cocksucker of a husband! I guess I'm just going to have to make sure you get plenty of it! Now I want you to pass your final cocksucker exam -- I want you to swallow Bill's cum. All of it. And you are leaving that cum on your face all night to remind me! Now SUCK!

I sucked. Bill was already halfway there, and I hardly had to move as he fucked my face.

Meanwhile, Rex was thrusting and groaning and pumping like a man about to shoot a hot load deep in my ass. Bill groaned, and I stopped my head on the downstroke. A huge salty glob of cum spurted inside my mouth, filling all the space Bill's cock head didn't. It kept spurting and I started to swallow as my wife stared from inches away. Bill kept pumping goo into my mouth as Rex screamed and blasted a load of boiling hit jizz into the deepest part of my ass. I left my body and was looking down on myself getting rammed in the ass while swallowing a hard cock.

Finally, I came back to my senses. Rex and Bill pulled out of me with wet popping sounds, and I looked around as I scooped cum from my cheeks into my mouth. Luke was happily watching Pam and Liz ease into a 69 next to us on the deck, but that's a story for another time.

When he finished with me, he pulled his cock back, then shoved me, pushing me off-balance, and I fell back onto the carpet. But he was not finished. He grabbed my legs and pulled them apart.

I was in an eerie state--hating what was happening to me but panting and eager for whatever came next. Oh, god, is he going to suck my cock now?

In my confusion, as Carvel tugged at my tighty-whities, I didn't fight him. In fact, I raised my ass so he could get them off more easily. Everything was spinning, nothing made sense, nothing was familiar. Once he bared my cock, he smiled--it drooled precum in a sticky stream. I couldn't deny it--I was hot for him.

Expecting a blowjob, I was surprised when he pushed my knees back to my chest, but when his head ducked down, I figured I would feel his mouth on my cock.

Wrong. To my roaring, insane astonishment, his tongue stabbed at my asshole! Incredible! The sensation was overwhelming! A new area of thrills! Never felt anything like it from there!

"Carvel! What are--" I could hardly talk! Lightning bolts were shooting up from my writhing asshole! What is he doing?? I'd never felt anything like that in my life!

As his tongue circled and diddled on my rectum, jolts of stimulation I could barely stand zapped through me, focusing into my cock and hardening it into an iron stake so hard it was painful! I couldn't imagine what he was doing, but I loved it! In only a few seconds, Carvel had me so horny, I was insane with lust!

And he had me right where he wanted me: I was a sweating, panting, hot-to-trot sex maniac. Carvel pushed my legs even harder onto my chest, and with my feet up in the air, completely vulnerable, he moved into my crotch and centered his giant cock like an artillery cannon.

Ohmigod, NO! Before he mounted, he swiped my ass a couple of times with something greasy--I saw him toss the small tube aside. Then he entered me.

Pushed it in like we were old friends--fast, hard, no apologies. And oh, god, it was a bazooka! An explosion of pain shot through me! My ass-ring was on fire. god, a terrible mistake! "Carvel! Stop!" He hugged me tighter. "god, oh, god, Carvel! STOP!"

But he didn't. His huge, black tree gouged in to my lungs! Breathing hard, he gasped, "Gets--better," and he pushed even deeper. His huge testicles bumped against my ass. Ohmigod! Stretched to the max around his cock! My asshole is bigger around than my arm!

Tears ran down my cheeks, and I prayed it would be over soon. What is happening inside? I groaned. When he pulls out, he'll gut me. Pull my insides out. I gritted my teeth. Would my brother then call an ambulance before I red to death? At least then it will be over. I bent my head down, trying to endure.

He began thrusting, and unlike what Samantha's cunt did around my cock--stretch out to one diameter and then hold it as I fucked--Carvels lunges into me were repeated agonizing rectum-reams from shut to wide, wide open, bringing a scream from me each time!

But as I crouched there, servicing my own brother, something happened. Slowly, very slowly, the big dong hurt less. Less and less. Oh, god, don't tell me!

I dropped my head and looked back down my chest and between my legs. Carvel was a stud. His black balls swung back and forth with every lunge. And with every slap of his balls, a new feeling grew stronger--It feels--Oh, god, can this be true-- good!

Carvel somehow knew. "Yeah! Like it--now--Don't you--Benny?"

I closed my eyes. It did feel good. Finally. In fact, I gradually began to get The Feeling. I don't believe it! I'm going to cum??

But it was true. Carvel's lusty lunges pumped me into a growing frenzy to the point I was an apple on a stick roasting over a fire, never burning, never splitting open, just cooking to a madness of pleasure. "Damn, Carvel! What are--doing--to me??"

The apple was starting to burn--my whole body felt fiery, and I knew I was submitting. Plowing me deeply, my brother growled, "Yeah!--My--bitch now--right, Benny?"

The words were like electric shocks, lightning inside me, connecting my cock to my brain. Carvel's words were damnation, words a man doesn't want to hear, but I couldn't deny it: I would do anything to keep him fucking me. The veins and textures of his cock rubbing over my straining, stretched asshole felt like he was fucking me with his M-16--every lever, trigger-guard, and gunsight--every bump and vein sent skyrockets of pleasure through me. It was true. I wanted him to take me like a dog. I was his bitch.

"Almost--there--Benny!" His voice was hoarse. "Gonna--breed ya!"

He sealed my bitchhood with six or eight more thrusts--I could almost feel his spurts conquering my soul. My whole body lurched with the slams of his hips, and in an orgasm of my own, sputtering my own jism in a sympathetic climax, I knew it: I was his. His bitch.

When he finished with me and pulled out, I was barely conscious. I fell over, drools of his cum slithering from my ass. He stood over me. "Well, you did good, brother."

How had I let things get so out of control? In the cinnamon feelings of afterglow, I still purred in contentment. But when this ecstasy ends, how in hell am I going to relate to him?

In case I was thinking it would lead to a closer, deeper friendship, more intimate and affectionate, Carvel showed me the truth: he fell onto his bed, pulled the blanket over him, and rolled over to relax.

There it is: I'm just a piece of ass to him.

That should have pissed me off. I know it should've, but instead the idea that I was just a hole in a piece of meat to him made me so horny I got a hardon again.

Humiliated but still aroused, hard again, I crawled back into my own bed and beat off. Silently, holding the covers in an arch over my pistoning hand, powering myself to breathe quietly, I let go with another load, my mind ablaze with a vision of Carvel's big dong stretching me into a new universe.

It took a long time to fall arelax. I had never had such a tumultuous, mind-blowing sex session. And I was the passive partner! I got fucked!!

I woke early the next morning. I looked over at Carvel's bed. He was awake, looking at me. "Morning, Benny."

"Good morning, Carvel." Damn, what can I say?

He said it. "Why don't you come over here and settle that tight ass over this morning woodie?"

I should've been pissed. I should've been outraged that he would take me for granted as his cum-bucket. But I got out of bed and moved quickly over to him. He had pulled away his blanket and lay back, his giant organ jutting up to the sky. I crawled over him, straddling his hips.

"C'mon, Benny, get me off."

I squatted over him, lowering myself. Carvel lay back, his hands behind his head, smiling as his bitch serviced him. god, how humiliating. This is my little brother! But I was past that. New pages were being written.

As his big cockhead touched my--had to admit it, eager--asshole, my buzzing brain settled into straight-line concentration: lust. My toes curled, and my crotch was on fire again. The impossible, mind-boggling stretch began again.

Like a trained military weapon, Carvel's bayonet entered me straight and true, and he chuckled, looking up at me with that smile. I was humiliated, but I couldn't stop. Gritting my teeth and tensing my muscles with the increasing pain, I finally settled my full weight on him, and my poor, ***d asshole once again strained to adjust.

He did none of the work. I lifted. I lunged back. I lifted. I lunged back. "You're good, Benny. Better than a lot of girls I know."

I shut my eyes in shame. But in ecstasy. My ass was responding to the training--the pain faded a lot sooner, and a ladyfucker of an orgasm was building in my balls. I felt his balls sliding out of my way on each wide-stretch full squat on him. Damn, his balls are big as apples!

I couldn't raise and lower myself as fast as he could've fucked me "normally," so the build-up and the session were longer, slower, and more maddening. I was close, damned close, but I couldn't power my aching muscles to move any faster. All I could do was watch, desperate, as my orgasm approached like a camel caravan moving slowly over the desert. Ravel's "Bolero" played in my mind. Ah, cuckolds brownie, I'm almost there! Slowly, like lava from Kilauea, the fiery consummation appeared on the horizon, and, dripping with sweat, I worked like a madman to bring it closer.

I gave up trying to clench my ass-cheeks to tighten the friction over Carvel's thrill-per-inch cock. Couldn't stand it. With all my ass muscles trying to shut my hole over him, the violent yank-back as all my weight skewered me over his giant base was a pain so strong it made me light-headed. Like impaling myself onto the big end of a baseball bat.

But my cock was smoking. On its way. Just a few more lunges!

I looked down at him. What a man. The fucking alpha-male! He looked back with arrogance. Like he would look at a dildo. And I realized it: The more he treats me like cuckolds brownie, the more it turns me on!

My ladyfucker-orgasm finally arrived, and my cock blew up like the Hindenburg. Feverish red, it pumped my cum out in frenzied jackrabbit spurts, splattering it all over Carvel's chest. And again the sneering smile. He knew "property" when he saw it.

I was too far gone, though. My eyes rolled back in my head, and it was all I could do to keep from passing out. The skittish jets of my sperm accented my debauchery, burning away every male pride, welding me into bitch-service. Anytime he wanted.

When I finally came to, he looked up at me. "Well?" He hadn't cum yet. That was my duty. Wishing could just roll off him and slump to the floor, still I started lurching my hips again, dragging him to his orgasm. By the time he finally reached it, I was sore and panting with exhaustion, but a wonderful, soul-satisfying glow swept over me as his seed spurted up inside me.

When he was finished, he pushed me off him, rolling me to the side, and I fell onto the floor like a cum-rag he had just wiped himself with. Carvel got up, pulled on his Army jockstrap, and went out to the bathroom.

I crawled onto my bed and lay there for a while, reveling in the facing afterglow. Finally I fell arelax.

When I awoke, Carvel had gone. I got up and sat drank a cup of coffee with my lady. While my world had not exactly come crashing down around me, the floor had collapsed under me, and I had crashed into a new basement, a place I didn't imagine could exist