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A SUMMER CAMP DELIGHT


Lori was considered very gorgeous and one of the sexiest ******* around. She had Hispanic features with a beautiful, sultry appearance and her beauty seemed to radiate a wanton sexiness that most men found irresistible. She was 5'5", 115lbs and had a 35D-25-34 figure that was real in every aspect. There wasn't too much about sex that Lori didn't like and it showed, as she acted very confident and sure of herself.

Lori was married and she had two lovely ********. She worked hard to keep her body slim and in perfect shape. The fact she had 35D breasts made most guys drool and yearn to touch them. Her tits were firm and gave just a hint of bounce when she walked, which men found seductive. Lori knew she had gorgeous boobs and dressed in such a way to display their beauty and charm. She realized that showing cleavage drew men's eyes like no other sex magnet.

Her husband, Andy, liked watching men ogle his wife when she dressed provocatively. Whenever strangers hit on her, Andy fantasized about being able to watch Lori having sex with another man. Lately he even told Lori of his fantasies and at first she was utterly flabbergasted by his revelations. Although she adamantly refused to consider having an affair, the thought seemed to heighten their sexual encounters, which surprised her.

Lori came from a very religious family and committing adultery was entirely out of the question. The strangest thing about Andy's taboo suggestions was that she felt an allure for the sinful aspect of it happening, which she found profound. She came from a family with a very strict, Catholic background and such things involving illicit sex flew in the face of everything her parents believed.

Lori and Andy had been married for almost 15 years. They married shortly after high school and Lori always regretted not having experienced a lot of relationships with different men. She rationalized that was the rea*** she found Andy's sexual fantasies arousing and didn't mind him bringing them up during sex. Andy was a workaholic and Lori was usually the one who gave the kids the most parental guidance. They had a *** who was 14 and a ******** 12 and Lori would do anything in the world to make them happy.

One of the things she liked doing with her ******** was volunteering to be a chaperone at summer camp. Lori liked the fact her ******** wanted to attend the camp and it was satisfying to devote her time to such a worthy cause. She was volunteering for her second camp and thoroughly enjoyed chaperoning even though it took up two weeks during the summer. Her main job at camp was looking after the boys' and girls' bunkhouses and that required not only the cleaning, but also ensuring there was no fraternization.

Lori's ******** was one of the youngest attending camp and the ages varied all the way up to kids that were still in grade 12. There were no incidents at all during the first three days, but on the forth, Lori found herself in a quandary. Curfew for the kids was ten o'clock and lights-out by eleven. Her normal pattern was to check each bunkhouse shortly after lights out. She always checked the girls first and everything appeared good on that eventful day.

When Lori proceeded to check on the boys, she found all of the boys in bed at the first bunkhouse. Just as she checked the second shack, she heard giggling, which seemed to be coming from the darkness off to one side of the building. She slowly rounded the corner of the building and almost bumped into a boy and girl. Lori immediately recognized Sandy who was hurriedly straightening her shirt and desperately pulling up her shorts. Then she stared at the boy and thought she caught a glimpse of the boy's private parts, as he quickly pulled up his sweatpants.

Lori was too shocked to say anything at first, but then she sternly turned to Sandy. "You better fix your clothing young lady," she whispered. "You realize that I have to report you to Mr. Harris?"

The two teens were a couple of the oldest attending the camp. It infuriated Lori that neither seemed upset or disturbed by what had happened. They merely walked right past Lori and as they passed, Sandy whispered. "You'll be sorry!"

It took Lori a long time before she was able to move. She was utterly flabbergasted; her consternation quickly turned to anger, and she became determined to see that the teenagers were punished. They didn't seem repentant after getting caught out after lights-out and Sandy even threatened her, which made Lori furious. She jogged to the camp supervisor's cabin and her heartbeat was racing by the time she knocked on the door.

Mr. Harris was surprised, but extremely happy to see the sexiest chaperone. Lori immediately brushed off his exuberance and she explained what had happened. He assured her that his normal recourse for such actions would be followed and that the two teenagers would be ****** to work in the camp kitchen for the remainder of camp. Fraternization after curfew was severely frowned upon and Mr. Harris thought it was best to set an example for the younger kids.

Lori was the typical ****** who trusted people. She had no inkling of Sandy's vindictive nature when she reported the teenager, but that soon changed. Like Lori did the previous year, she stayed behind when the camp leaders took all of the kids for a tour of a remote, wilderness area. She liked the time by herself, as it was the only quiet time during the entire two weeks. Being that it happened on the fifth day of camp, most of the bunkhouses needed a good straightening up and it also gave her time to catch up on other things.

Immediately after breakfast, all of the leaders departed with the kids. Lori decided to take a swim before doing any work. She went straight to the pool and enjoyed a good one hour swim and exercise routine in the mini gym next to the pool. She finished about ten o'clock and was in the shower when she was interrupted. It ranked as one of the most embarrassing moments of her life.


Unexpectedly there was someone standing at the end of the multi-station, community shower. "My! My, oh my... don't you look ravishing. I'll bet you thought there was no one else around," Sandy said. The look on the girl's face sent shivers through Lori's body and put goose bumps all over her hot flesh.

Lori opened her mouth to give Sandy a stern tongue lashing, but suddenly her heart stopped. She stood petrified, trying her best to cover her brazen nudity, as she lost her courage. Standing directly behind the girl was her boyfriend and he had a camera in his hands. Lori attempted the classic cover-up by putting her right arm over her chest and shielded her boobs from the teenagers. Then she pressed her legs together and crossed them slightly while putting her left hand over her bare pelvis. The awkward stance hid her treasures from the leering teenagers, but she could tell by their ravenous glares that she was in deep trouble.

The shower was long and narrow and it had six showerheads. She was using a middle one and the two teenagers were only feet away. Everyone stood motionless and time seemed to standstill. Lori desperately wanted to run and escape the predicament of being caught naked, but she didn't wish to flaunt herself in front of the two teenagers. The only way out was right past Sandy and her boyfriend, so Lori didn't move.

The young girl slowly and confidently walked the short distanced over to Lori. "I have all the pictures I need. Pictures enough to get even with Mrs. B," Sandy whispered. "I plan getting even with you for reporting me... when you caught me with Brad."

Now it made sense, Lori deduced. Brad was busy taking pictures, but Lori swiftly determined that Sandy was crazy if she thought blackmail would work with her. Lori reasoned that she was only doing her job, as chaperone, when she reported the teens for breaking curfew and she wasn't afraid of any blackmail. Her entire body shivered, as the teenagers prolonged the demoralizing standoff.

Sandy slowly walked around her and the girl shut off the shower. Lori merely stood motionless trying her best to shield herself from Brad. She had no inkling that catching Sandy and Brad together might turn into a nightmare, but suddenly things didn't feel good. The teenager was unscrupulous and vindictive and Lori was far too naïve to realize how dangerous Sandy could be.

Lori was too afraid to look at the girl because she didn't want to take her eyes off Brad. She noticed him staring at particular parts of her covered torso and knew he was just waiting for something to happen.

In a blink of an eye, Sandy was right behind her. Lori desperately wanted to run when the girl put her face next to her ear. "I went over to see Brad the other night... because I'm in love with him," she whispered. Then to make matters worse, the girl licked Lori's ear in an enticing manner. "I like feeling his cock... feeling Brad's big cock whenever we are together."

Lori was horrified by Sandy's vulgarity and she mustered the courage to fight. "Sandy. This has gone far enough. Look young lady! You better stop this foolishness... or I'll report you again," she said. "Stop this instant or you'll find yourself in much bigger trouble!"

Sandy never said a word and merely stood motionless keeping her face next to Lori's. "If you think taking naked pictures of me will do any good... you're wrong," Lori whispered. "Both of you better leave immediately. Get out of the women's shower room... now!"

This was what Sandy was waiting for. She now had the opportunity to show Lori exactly who was in control. Her plan was foolproof and she had gone over it again and again with Brad. She grabbed a handful of Lori's hair and yanked the woman's head backwards, as hard as she could.

The abrupt show of ***** surprised Lori. She threw up her arms in an effort to alleviate the severe pain and didn't care if it left her nudity exposed to the boy. It was too late for modesty. She almost fell over backwards when Sandy pulled her hair even harder, but managed to stay on her feet with Sandy's help.

"You either listen... do what I say, or I'll give Julia's bare-ass pictures to every pervert in the country," Sandy said. "I can't imagine what would happen to your ********* reputation if people saw her naked pictures from summer camp. Also, the ones of you naked will make it a family affair... and I'll make sure everyone knows it was from summer camp!"

Lori was stunned. Her mind swirled out of control, making her dizzy and confused. She wondered what Sandy meant when she mentioned pictures of her ********. That was impossible, Lori reasoned. Even as she was digesting this new threat, she realized the boy was still taking pictures at that very moment and Sandy threatened to use them as blackmail. Lori felt like crawling under a rock, as her arms were raised in an effort to stop Sandy from pulling her hair, which allowed Brad to take perfect nude shots of her intimate body parts.

Mortified of what had happened so far, her eyes caught something that Sandy was holding in front of her face. The girl yanked on her hair again and held Lori's face almost aimed straight up in the air, as her back was arched so severely. Inches away from her face were pictures in a montage of her darling ******** and Julia was in various stages of undress. Her eyes roamed around the page from one incriminating photo to the next and all depicted Julia in compromising positions. When she got to the last one in the bottom corner, Lori noticed her ******** had her legs spread wide and she had her fingers between her naked thighs.

Sandy relaxed the strong grip on her hair and allowed Lori to standup fairly straight. "It's funny what a young girl will do when she wants to please someone," Sandy whispered. "Especially someone who is older and much wiser."

Sandy smiled and turned Lori's head enough so she could stare into her tear-filled eyes. The girl noticed Lori's confusion and decided to end it quickly. "Julia let me take pictures of her," she said. "I'm her dearest friend... did she tell you that?"

Lori was too frightened to say a word. She merely stared back into the dark, mystery eyes and wondered if it wasn't too late to fight the girl. Then she noticed Sandy's lips moving, but nothing seemed to register in her distraught mind at first. Suddenly things started to make sense and the great dilemma unfolded. The girl had numerous pictures of Lori's ******** and now of Lori herself, which Sandy planned on using for blackmail purposes.

Filled with indecision, Lori didn't react fast enough and Sandy swiftly got the upper hand. Any doubts Lori had were answered in a heartbeat. The girl explained how she and Brad had faked sickness. She told Lori about begging the camp leaders to let them spend the day in camp with her, rather than on the wilderness adventure. Then Sandy looked Lori in the eyes and told her camp chaperone that she would not show the incriminating pictures to anyone. The girl vowed to give Lori all the pictures of herself and Julia, but first Lori had to comply with everything in her blackmail demands.

Lori's heartbeat increased dramatically, as she imagined what Sandy meant. The girl was a devil and she wanted to punish and make Lori suffer even more. The enactment was like one from a thrilling suspense movie and Brad had front-row seats. The boy watched in utter amazement as his girlfriend took complete charge. Lori's right arm was across her chest in a valiant effort to retain some dignity and Sandy grabbed it. Sandy stepped forward and in one swift jerk, twisted Lori's arm behind her back, as she turned the woman around. She bent Lori's arm and raised it upward so that Lori was ****** to stand on her tiptoes.

Lori never realized the sheer strength of the teenager. Sandy was slightly taller than Lori and although the girl was slender, she was extremely athletic. The girl's main objective at this point was demonstrating just how hopeless it was to struggle. Lori's head was filled with images of her innocent ******** and she wondered what drastic circumstances could have happened to allow Sandy to gather such damning evidence.

Sandy only used one hand to hold Lori's arm pinned behind her back. Her other hand returned to Lori's hair and grabbed a handful of the dark, curly lochs, which caused Lori to yell for mercy. Sandy yanked Lori's head back and cradled the woman's head into the nook of her shoulder. Bright flashes of light kept going off and Lori realized what was happening. She could only imagine what people would think if they saw naked pictures of a married woman and a teenage girl. Everyone would blame the woman and think she was a pervert, which scared the wits out of Lori.

Lori desperately tried to pull away from Sandy, but the girl was far too strong. There were numerous flashes from the boy's camera and Lori felt sick. Using every bit of strength, she finally managed to straighten up and somehow step forward. Lori almost fell, but she managed to remain on her feet when Sandy abruptly let go of her hair and viciously turned her around at the same time.

The teen's eyes were ablaze, but the girl knew exactly what to do. Sandy took all the fight out of Lori with one slap of her hand. Lori staggered on her feet and she didn't notice the girl's hand when it lashed out. Sandy slapped her face so hard it jerked Lori's head to the side in a whiplash fashion.

Again Lori staggered, but she didn't fall because the girl grabbed her. Her cheek was on fire and Lori could not remember ever being slapped by anyone. Everything happened so fast that she didn't have time to think. "You're my slut... my bitch. My personal little bitch who will do anything I say," Sandy hissed. "You saw all the pictures Brad took... with you completely naked. They all show the chaperone with an innocent teenager. Those pictures are enough to blackmail any woman."

Lori didn't mean to show weakness, but she started to cry, as it was too frightening knowing her destiny was in the teenage girl's hands. She dropped to her knees and didn't try to cover her nudity, as the severe trauma felt overpowering. "Sandy! Dear gawd, Sandy. Please don't do this," Lori pleaded. "I'll do anything... please, just don't show my pictures, or Julia's to anyone."

The camera flashes continued and Lori merely looked over at Brad through tear filled eyes, realizing she was sinking deeper and deeper in trouble. Brad feasted on her rich treasures and she didn't know of any way to stop the teenager. Lori sobbed and remained on her knees, letting the young girl stroke her fingers through her messed up hair in an affectionate fashion. Suddenly Sandy's face was in front of her and the girl's expression showed no mercy at all. "Get up! Stand up and let Brad see you... all of your sexy body," Sandy ordered.

Lori couldn't remember being so defeated. Somehow she managed to get to her feet with the help of the girl and stood still while letting the teenage boy ogle her nakedness. Every time her hands moved to cover her nakedness, Sandy slapped them down to her sides.

"Brad has never screwed a girl. He's a virgin. We didn't want to do it... fuck the other night when you caught us together. I could get pregnant and that would be disastrous," she whispered, leaving Lori with the impression she wasn't finished. "I have decided that Brad should have his first fuck. Now I've found a willing slut!"

Lori wanted to die, but the girl wouldn't let her. "My God, I didn't realize you were so tempting. Now... I see you have the sexiest body. I can hardly wait to see it all... up close," she whispered sending more fear through Lori. "Of course you could just leave... go to your cottage. And let me post Julia's nude pictures... and your pictures on websites and email them to all of your friends."

Lori was distraught. "Sandy, oh please don't. You just can't show them to anyone. I'll do anything... I'll pay you!"

Sandy was in control and knew it. "You're not leaving," she whispered in a most taunting manner. "I can understand not wanting anyone to see Julia's pictures. Also, I'm not sure what people would say if they saw an innocent teenager with a married woman. A married woman who willing exposed herself."

To Lori's dismay, the boy was taking pictures again before she could do anything to stop him. Lori felt helpless and the only thing she could think of was covering her nudity with her hands and arms. This time Sandy permitted the cover-up, knowing it merely added to the incriminating illusion of the pictures. One very intimidating aspect of the drama for Lori was how Sandy made sure her own pretty face was fully exposed to the camera. The girl kept her evil smile right next to Lori's nakedness, which made the scene far more incriminating than it really was.

"I think you should move your arm... move your hand away from your luscious tits," Sandy said with a definite threatening tone. "Now! Move your Goddamn hand... now!"

The clicking never stopped, as Brad kept taking pictures. Lori never intended moving her arm, but suddenly it was down by her side. The boy madly snapped pictures, as his girlfriend's hand boldly fondled Lori's right boob. The girl acted like she was in-charge and brazenly put the big titty on display for the camera lens.

"Now the other hand. Move it before I get mad," Sandy ordered. The girl swiftly circled and put her arms around Lori. Sandy stood behind Lori and she leaned in to nibble her ear, as she turned to face her boyfriend. "Show Brad your pussy... show him your beautiful cunt, or else!"

Lori perceived Sandy's demands as a threat. She wondered how to get out of the dilemma, which seemed to be getting worse by the minute. She shivered as Sandy's lips brushed her ear. "I want to watch it all. Watch Brad get his first pussy. Watch Brad get his first piece of ass. Watch Brad cum in his first cunt. Watch him blow is load inside his first cunt," she whispered. "Do you know the one thing that I really want to watch?"

Lori heard the question, but she had no way of answering. Then Sandy grabbed Lori's left hand and pulled the arm down to the side. "I've never watched a blowjob," the teen girl hissed into her victim's ear. "Never watched someone suck a cock," she said. "Oh, my God! I can hardly wait to see it for real, to see you sucking cock."

Arms hanging listlessly at her sides, Lori closed her eyes tightly knowing the teenage boy was staring at her most private charms. She cringed hearing Sandy taunting, "Brad can see your snatch!" Lori squeezed her eyes closed, as tight as possible, hoping everything would go away, but Sandy wasn't finished. The girl noticed Lori's toiletry bag sitting on a ledge and her razor was out of the bag. "I see you were shaving... getting rid of all that ugly hair. Now I think it's time to really get rid of it all."

Lori stood still. It took several seconds for Sandy's words to register in her distraught mind and then she started to tremble. Sandy reached behind her and turned the shower on again. She readjusted the showerhead so the spray missed her, but grazed Lori. "Bradley likes his pussy shaved... clean and shaved just like mine," Sandy whispered. The girl reached for the razor and handed it to Lori. "Do it... now!"

The order sent shivers up Lori's spine, making the back of head tingle. Her hand vibrated like mad from extreme nervousness, as she took the Lady Schick out of the girl's hand. "Sandy. Please don't... make me. Andy will never understand."

Sandy smiled at her and there was no evidence of compassion on her pretty face. "It will be easier for you to explain a shaved pussy to your husband than explaining perverted pictures," Sandy said. "I want Brad to watch when his sexy slut shaves herself."

"Please no, no," Lori pleaded.

"I'd do it, but heaven knows I'd probably cut your slutty snatch to pieces," Sandy said.

To make matters worse, Brad moved into the shower area and stood against the wall, staring directly at her. Lori noticed the evil glint in his eyes and she hesitated. Everything Sandy said was true. She could most likely explain a new fashion to Andy, but certainly the pictures would be her downfall. Suddenly there was a helping hand on her own, guiding it towards her midsection. Sandy licked her lips as she spoke. "Now! Do it now, or else."

Lori pleaded with her eyes but that was useless, as she felt Sandy's eyes burning a hole right through her. She glanced downward and then the girl deftly pushed her under the hot water. A sob came out of her throat when her hand moved and put the razor at the top of her neatly trimmed patch of hair. She noticed how the water ran down her torso and plastered the black, curly strands against her pelvis.


When the razor slowly slipped downward and left a brilliant, white strip of flesh, Lori felt like crying. She made a mistake by turning sideways, away from the leering boy, but Sandy quickly rectified it. "Face me. Face Brad. He wants to watch you make yourself really pretty," she whispered. "I'd truly love to be in the room when you tell your husband that you shaved your dirty pussy for Brad."

Lori's entire body shuddered, but somehow she managed to remove all of the pussy hair without seriously cutting herself. She concentrated so hard on shaving her pubic hair and it was the hardest thing she had ever done. Without looking up or at the teenagers, Lori heard footsteps cross the floor, as Sandy left her side. Then she heard Brad leave the shower and join his girlfriend.

The suspense got the best of her. She looked up and peered across the shower and out into the main change room. Lori watched in horror, as Sandy picked up her clothes, and handed them to Brad. "Come here, Mrs. B. It's time!"

Although it was merely seconds, Lori felt like it was an eternity. She stared at the teenagers, realizing her dilemma worsened. Sandy's hand was outstretched and it was obvious what the girl wanted, by the motion of her fingers beckoning Lori forward. Lori was unsure, but she hesitantly walked towards the teens. "Sandy. Dear gawd, Sandy, please don't do this."

Sandy had one thing on her mind. "Hurry up. We're going to Brad's cabin and have some fun," she said with a creepy smile. The artificial smile immediately faded and the girl sneered, "Don't make me mad, bitch. If you do, I promise you'll regret it!"

Lori heard the disparaging remark and fully believed it. Just as she neared the girl, Sandy turned and along with Brad headed towards the exit. Lori glanced around the room and the only thing left was her towel, which still draped over a locker door. She hesitated and stared at her blackmailers, as Brad had her clothes bunched tightly in his hands. "But... but?"

Sandy stopped at the door and turned towards Lori. "Don't worry. Nobody will see you walk across camp," she said, waving her cellphone in Lori's direction. "Samantha is with the others and she'll phone me if anyone heads back to camp."

Lori was still unsure and stood motionless, which seemed to upset the girl. Not wanting to infuriate Sandy any further, Lori tried to reason with the girl. "Sandy. I'll forget about everything. I'll forget about everything that happened here... and won't say a thing," she whispered with her stomach filling with great anticipation. "Please Sandy, I won't report you."

Sandy opened the door invitingly and she seemed to hold it open for Lori. "I'm not afraid of you reporting me... ever again," she said. "Now get that pretty ass over here and we'll have a party with Brad. If I have to wait... you'll be sorry. Very Sorry!"

Her world seemed to be closing in around her and all Lori could do was grab the towel. She wrapped it tightly around her and felt slightly relieved to be covered up. When she approached the teens, Sandy grabbed her hand and they were out the door in a hurry. They almost ran the short distance across the camp to Brad's cabin and Lori was actually thankful when they got inside. Even with Sandy's assurances that nobody else would be there, Lori was still afraid to be caught.

It was fairly dimly lit inside and Sandy quickly proceeded over to the cot used by her boyfriend. When she got to the bed, she wheeled her captive around so that Lori was pressed up against the side of the bed. Then she merely let go of Lori's hand and held her hand out as if she wanted something. When the girl's eyes shifted to the towel and then back to stare intently into Lori's eyes, it was obvious what she demanded.

Lori was too petrified to move so Sandy swiftly grabbed the tucked-in corner of the towel, which was at the top of Lori's chest. In a swift jerk, she removed the towel, leaving the shivering woman brazenly naked once again. "We have hours... enough time for Brad to get his first piece of ass," Sandy whispered, feeling more and more confident. "Have you ever been screwed by a teenager... a virgin teenager?"

Lori vowed to hold her breath until she collapsed, which would end the dramatic episode. Her eyes got bigger when Sandy moved closer and they came face to face. She felt the girl's burning breath wash over her flushed face and it kept getting hotter and hotter. Although she couldn't see past Sandy, she noticed enough to know Brad was busy taking off his clothes. She saw his shirt fly in one direction and then his pants in another.

With a flick of his foot, Brad's shorts flew in the air, and Lori was unable to hold her breath any longer. She gasped for much needed air and then Sandy deviously rotated around her shaking torso. The girl kissed Lori on the cheek and then stood right beside her. "I love being with Brad... feeling him against me," Sandy whispered. "What do you think? Is he anything like your husband?"

Lori's eyes were so big they almost popped out of her head. She stared at the boy, as he furiously jerked his enlarged penis. Brad's hand pumped back and forth along the shaft of his hard cock and he boldly masturbated like a sex-starved maniac.

"That's all we normally get to do. Brad has to jerk-off when we are together. I can't take a chance on getting pregnant," Sandy whispered putting her face right next to Lori's. "But now I get to watch... watch you suck him off."

Lori trembled and it was all she could do to remain standing. She stared across the room at something that should have disgusted her, but it didn't. Brad stroked his magnificent penis and Lori's eyes grew larger, as his rod seemed to swell more and more. "I know you're very experienced... being married and all," Sandy said. "What do you think of Brad... of his big pussy-pounder?"

Lori desperately wanted to lie, but that was not something she knew how to do. "Dear gawd, it's big... too big," she whispered, almost too low to be heard.

Sandy was relentless. She put her lips next to Lori's burning ear and whispered her demands. "Brad is going to fuck his first slut. He's going to fuck you and fill your cunt with his baby-maker."

Lori was distraught. "No. No... dear gawd, no!"

Sandy's tongue lashed out in a taunting fashion. "No? No, what?"

The only man Lori had sex with since college was Andy. They dated all though high school and although Lori dated a few other men in college, she felt totally inexperienced when it came to men. Lori married Andy right after graduation and she had never been unfaithful to her husband. Something unexpected confronted her and Lori didn't know how to react. "I'm married. I just can't do anything... with someone other than Andy."

"What do you think of Brad? Is he as big as Andy?"

Lori didn't know what to say and tried hard to hide the truth. "No. Oh, no. He's... he's big... bigger," she mumbled. Once it was out in the open, she found it much easier. "Oh my gawd, Brad's big... much bigger."

Sandy's confidence soared and she grabbed a handful of hair, enough to display her ultimate control. "Do you want to suck it? Suck Brad's dick?"

"No! Gawd, no. Never!"

Sandy jerked on the head of hair. "You can't take your eyes off his cock. Now you're going to suck it."

"No! Gawd, no."

"Oh, but you are. You're going to be my willing slut. Brad's cum slut."

Lori's entire body trembled. "Oh, please no."

She whimpered pitifully when she felt the girl's hands on her shoulders. With no will to fight, it was so easy to fall to her knees. Sandy guided Lori to her knees and the girl kept her hands firmly on the woman's shoulders. Lori's eyes remained steadfast on the boy's hand, as he jerked his cock like a madman. "I love watching Brad. He can last forever when he masturbates."

Lori couldn't dispute the girl's claim, as she was amazed at how Brad masturbated, and yet didn't shot cum all over the place. Quickly the distance between her and the boy got smaller. Brad shuffled towards her and didn't stop until he was about a foot in front of her startled face. He let go of his ramrod and let it bounced enticingly up and down within inches of Lori's blushing face.

Lori was conscious that her arms were pinned at her sides even though nobody was holding them. She was paralyzed and couldn't move when Brad moved closer and let his burning tool rub the side of her face. Her eyes rolled back into her head and then Brad cleverly rubbed his pecker all over her face. First one cheek and then the other until he pressed it into her tightly closed lips. Lori refused to open her mouth, so the boy continued to rub the head of his cock around her reddened face.

A trail of pre-cum was left on her flesh and it seemed to add to her turmoil. Sandy again took charge. Her fingers intertwined in the curly stands of hair and jerked the head backwards. "Open! Suck my boyfriend's cock," she ordered.

Lori obeyed thinking there was no alternative. The bulbous head of the biggest cock she'd seen in her life entered her mouth and instantly took her breath away. She felt it hit the back of her throat and out of pure reflex, her hand shot to the thick, throbbing shaft of Brad's cock. She wrapped the fingers of her right hand around the boy's cock and it took all of her strength to keep it from going down her throat. Then she grabbed the prick with both hands and never felt such an overwhelming feeling of helplessness.

She was about to give a teenage boy a blowjob and there was no way out of her quandary. Lori tasted the syrupy cream entering her mouth and there was none of the usual disgusting reactions that she normally got when sucking Andy's cock. The thick cock pulsed crazily in her hands and she was positive the boy was going to blast his load of cum into her mouth. Why her hands started moving up and down the lengthy shaft was a mystery, but they performed the perfect hand job. Each time she squeezed Brad's cock, she milked more pre-cum out of his loins.

Abruptly the two teens worked in unison. They each grabbed a shoulder and swiftly maneuvered her onto Brad's bed. Lori landed on her back and then Sandy pinned both arms above her head. Brad knew exactly what to do and he pinned both legs widespread, exposing her precious womanhood. Lori had never been unfaithful to Andy, but suddenly the possibility sent a shiver of doom up her spine.

Lori raised her head off the bed and watched in horror, as Brad moved in for the ****. He slipped between her velvety thighs and guided his raging saliva-slickened cock to her defenseless opening. Her heart pumped at a tremendous rate, as her temples pounded from the surging ***** rushing through her body. Lori watched the boy slip the head of his monster between her soaked labia, and menacingly pretend he was going to thrust forward.


Lori's breathing was so ragged that it was impossible to get any oxygen and then Brad jammed his penis into her hooded clitoris. She thought the bud was going to explode and her tiny clit started pulsating madly, as the boy kept pressing on it. Lori had never been into this land of ecstasy. She didn't know why her back was arched so severely and why she aimed her pelvis in the air.

Brad's penis slipped through her wet opening again and again while jabbing her clitty at every opportunity. The boy had no idea what he was doing, but it was his ****** instincts that robbed Lori of any remaining dignity. She was utterly confused and didn't know how to stop her body from going into convulsions.

"Sweet, fucking Jesus! The slut is fucking you Brad. Bradley! The slut is already cumming. She's a whore... fucking you like a whore," Sandy said loud and clear.

Lori was at the lowest point in her life, yet her emotions were at the highest point of all time. Her legs flailed up and around the boy's hips and Brad wrapped his muscular arms around her thighs. Abruptly and ********** he thrust downward like a crazed wild-man. His fiery cock went into the cunt swift and easy, but then it hit Lori's precious cervix. The flared head spread her cervix in an instant and then he was inside her cherished inner being. The entry was so abrupt, so ****** that it ripped her cunt hole wide. She screamed in silence, her mouth wide open but silent because her very breath was knocked from her lungs.

Lori desperately tried to breath, but now she had something else to contend with. Sandy kissed her hard on the lips and then the girl's beaded tongue entered her mouth. Lori was dumbfounded. In a split second her tongue fought off the advance from the girl and sort of danced around Sandy's piercing, as if she was experimenting.

Sandy pulled back long enough to voice her command. "You're going to fuck Brad again and again. Fuck him every time I command. Holy fuck. You're fucking like a slut... Brad's cum-slut! I can't believe it."

Lori couldn't stop the stream of girly cum. Her belly exploded sending volumes of cream down her love canal, coating the teenager's magnificent cock. Brad felt the lubrication greatly reducing the friction between the skin of his cock and the walls of woman's hot pussy and he was free to pump in and out at a much faster pace. He pulled back and then thrust downward ******* all the air out of Lori's lungs. Brad pulled back again, allowing her to breath, just as he developed a fanatic rhythm of a fucking machine.

Gradually Lori became aware that Sandy had left the bed. She had a hard time focusing on anything around her, as the orgasm was so intense, but to her dismay she witnessed the ultimate ********. Sandy had the camera in her hands and she was furiously taking pictures. Lori felt her hips jerking wildly, as the final spasms rocked her entire body. Her eyes filled with tears and she knew the devious teenager had gotten the upper hand. She would never be able to explain having intercourse with a teenager.

If Lori thought her turmoil was over when Brad experienced his first orgasm with a woman, she was sadly mistaken. She was tightly locked in the teenager's arms, her pussy throbbing with unwanted passion, as her inner sanctum was flooded with a torrent of his plentiful seed. As his climax subsided, Brad's jerking hips quieted, however to her horror, her own hips were still moving. Her orgasm now over, the immense guilt washed through her head, almost making her sick. She was like a zombie when Brad rolled off her body and Sandy swiftly assumed control. The girl kissed Lori all over. Raining kisses on her flushed face, her neck and down to her chest.

Lori felt the girl's tongue stroke her boobs, starting at the underside and licking all the way to the top. Then Sandy used her tongue jewelry to flick the nipple around and it felt like nothing she had ever experienced. Lori felt embarrassed for displaying any satisfaction and she tried hard to imagine it wasn't happening. She tried to focus on other things and forget about Sandy and her boyfriend.

The mean-spirited teenager wasn't happy with just seducing and degrading her ******** chaperone; she craved more extreme ***********. She quickly shifted upward and shoved her girlish titty into Lori's face. "Suck it! Suck my tit. Show me how sorry you are for reporting me to Mr. Harris," Sandy whispered, shoving the end of her boob at Lori's lips. "Suck it, or else!"

Lori reasoned there was no other option, but to do as the girl demanded. She slowly opened her mouth and the girl swiftly pushed downward. Sandy shoved the end of her boob into Lori's mouth, coating the nipple with warm saliva. Then the teenager deviously held Lori's head steady, as she rubbed her perky tit all over her flushed face.

"Brad! Eat her. Get between her legs and eat her out," Sandy whispered. "I want to watch my chaperone slut have another orgasm. Can you climax one more time?"

Lori was distraught once again. She felt her legs being pried apart by the boy and then his muscular torso move between her widespread limbs. Twisting and shifting her hips back and forth merely added to the drama and Brad felt his desire soar higher. He stared at the freshly shaved, womanly treasures and marveled at how adorable Lori looked. There was no visible hair between her legs and that left the pink, puffy lips exposed to his hungry eyes.

Brad noticed wetness all along the narrow slit. It made him thoroughly excited, knowing the moisture that glistened on the womanly jewel was his very own semen. His girlfriend continued to engage the captive and he was free to do whatever he pleased. He put his fingers on either side of the swollen labia and held them still for a few moments. When he heard the woman pleading for her life, it got him more aroused.


"Dear gawd! Please, oh please, Sandy. Not like this. Don't let him touch me... not...!" Lori's pleas were stopped abruptly when Brad's fingers spread her soaked labia. Somehow the boy knew enough to use his fingers and he pinched the vulnerable clitoris between his thumb and forefinger. When he rolled the bud around in a furious fashion, Lori felt her temperature soar to the upper limits.

Now it was Sandy's turn. She swooped down so that she could talk into Lori's ear. "Brad is good at eating pussy. This is all we can do and he always eats me like a maniac," Sandy whispered. "Can you feel his fingers?"

Lori felt Brad twirling her delicate clitty. She was well aware of how quickly she lost control whenever someone played with her clitoris. Brad lay on top of her legs and there was no way of preventing his expert seduction. "Just wait... wait until he puts that adorable cunt in his mouth. You'll cream like a slut," Sandy whispered a prophecy. "He always makes me cum like a slut... eats me and then he licks my ass, as he finger-fucks the hell out of me."

"Sandy... please Sandy. I can't... just can't," Lori pleaded.

"There! How does that feel... slut?" Sandy kept her face next to Lori's, as her boyfriend sucked the tiny pearl into his burning mouth. Brad pinched the base of the clitty between his fingers and pulled it so he could get more into his mouth. "Ooooh, that's a bad sign when your hips are high in the air and all your muscles are stiff as a board."

Lori heard the troubling remarks, but she was unable to relax. Brad used his teeth to capture the throbbing bud and then he used his tongue to batter the jewel vigorously around and around. "Sandy, dear gawd! Make him stop. Oh please, make him stop."

Sandy completely ignored the pleas. She kissed the side of Lori's face, which felt like it was on fire. Then she licked and kissed her ear in a teasing fashion while speaking soft and low. "I can never last very long when Bradley eats me," she whispered. "Does your husband eat you out?"

The mere mention of Andy sent severe shivers up Lori's spine. The guilt Lori had felt now turned to abject shame, as a spasm rocked her entire body. Sandy realized Lori's ******** and she grabbed her hair in a determined manner. "You don't have to climax. Hold it... hold it slut," Sandy said, running her tongue all around Lori's ear. "See if you can hold it... forever!"

Again Lori felt a severe spasm, but she was determined. "Sandy, honey. Tell him to stop. Tell Brad to stop, please."

"Please! Are you begging for it?"

"No, dear gawd, no!"

"Don't you want to have an orgasm with your cunt in Brad's mouth?"

"No, dear gawd, no!"

The dirty talk was something Lori had never experienced before and it seemed to be taking a toll on her endurance. "You don't have to cum. Hold it. Brad just wants to eat your cunt... then he's going to eat your ass."

"No, dear gawd, no," Lori moaned unable to do anything but repeat herself.

"Oops. I think I noticed your hips moving. Are you ready to orgasm? Ready to be Brad's slut again?"

"No! Oh, my gawd, no."

"Oh geez, Bradley has it stretched out. Using his teeth to stretch your sweet clitty out all the way. Does that feel good?"

"No, dear gawd, no."

"Do you climax when your husband eats you out?"

"No, gawd no."

Brad put his big hands under her ass and dug his fingers into her velvety cheeks. He aimed her pelvis high and pushed it towards his hungry mouth. Then he sucked the entire clitoris into his mouth and used his tongue to ravage it like a piece of raw meat. There was one swift jerk of Lori's hips, then a second followed by a third in short order. Suddenly her head was filled with the most peaceful calm and her body went into convulsions.

"Does your husband know you're a slut?"

This time Lori was unable to speak. All she could do was roll her head side to side, as the spasms took control of her spirit.

"You can make mistress very happy. Cum for mistress... be Bradley's whore again," Sandy whispered.

The train of lust was out of control and it consumed all of her emotions. It was no longer Lori's body, but one that belonged to two teenagers. She knew it was wrong and that the punishment was everlasting pandemonium. Sandy did her best to help her boyfriend when she ******** Lori's boobs. She caressed both nipples and continually rolled them between her strong fingers, squeezing them hard whenever she noticed Lori's face twist with agony.

Lori's body was covered with sweat. She collapsed on the small cot with the last spasm robbing all of her strength. Sandy and Brad loved the fact she was a rag doll and they cuddled her. Lori had to admit that the soft, tender kisses that Sandy used all over her upper body and face felt tremendously comforting. She was positive the teens would free her, as the time was getting late, and the others would be coming back to camp. Then she noticed Sandy talking on her cellphone and suddenly the girl was extremely joyous. "Samantha said they aren't leaving the summit for at least thirty minutes. That gives us over an hour."

Lori cringed in fear. That meant she was still a hostage and would be required to do whatever Sandy demanded. She shut her eyes and let her mind drift into a peaceful paradise. Even though she had tried to shut out everything that was happening, she heard Sandy speaking to her boyfriend. "For fuck sakes, Brad. Is that all you think about?" Then Sandy turned to Lori. "Guys are all the same. All they want is pussy."

She glanced towards Brad and felt sick to her stomach. It was very obvious what he had on his mind, as he had an erection. Brad had his fist on his pecker and pumped it to ensure it remained hard. Lori suspected the worst, but Sandy wanted more *********** before turning her boyfriend loose again. "Not yet, lover. First I want to punish her more. She'll never squeal on me again... ever again."

Lori wasn't sure what Sandy meant, but she quickly found out. "Brad. Do what we discussed. Put your tongue in her ass... fuck her ass. Eat her ass and finger-fuck the slut until she cums again... cums like a whore," Sandy told Brad. "Then you can use that wonderful dick on her. Fuck her with that big cock you are so proud of... you dirty bastard."

In all of her years Lori had never met anyone like Sandy. She was powerful. She was more vindictive than anyone she had met; yet for some strange reason, Lori didn't hate the girl. She was still thinking about having loving emotions for the girl when Brad flipped her onto her stomach. Her legs were immediately spread to their widest reaches and then she felt the most dreadful thing. Something she quickly determined was Brad's tongue was on her ass, licking it all over until he reached her rosebud.

Andy had often talked about anal sex and them experimenting with it, but she always thought it to be sinful and immoral. She jerked when a hand, a large male hand, began touching her ass. Brad was a master. He licked her, leaving plenty of spit all over her cheeks, and even the top of her thighs. When he teased her by threatening to stick his tongue in her asshole, she squirmed and protested.

Lori would always be amazed at how the girl took complete control. Sandy grabbed her customary handful of hair and jerked Lori's head up off the cot. The girl pulled up, as high as she could, until Lori's back was severely arched, which pressed her lower extremities into the mattress. It was impossible to move or make any evasive actions because of the captivating position and Lori felt totally helpless.

She felt Brad's tongue circle her asshole and let out a disparaging moan when it dipped to the center. Sandy stared into Lori's teary eyes. "Get ready my little, love slave. You're going to experience Brad's specialty."

Lori's mouth hung open wide, as her neck stretched and arched. For the first time in her life, she felt totally overwhelmed. She stared into the dark, unyielding eyes and felt any resolve disappear. The girl's head moved forward and closer just as Lori felt the cheeks of her ass being spread wide. Brad held the velvety cheeks apart and stared at Lori's essence.

Lori could not remember creaming so fast. The entire time seemed like continuous orgasms and she could not recall experiencing multiple orgasms within such a short period of time. The teenagers seemed to hold mystic powers that would make her do anything they demanded of her. A squeal pierced the air as Brad rammed his tongue into her ass, using it as if it was a small penis, and he fucked her with it. He used his face to hold her ass-cheeks apart and then his fingers destroyed any hope Lori had for a salvation.

Lori wasn't sure how many fingers Brad used, but her honey hole was filled. The boy somehow knew enough to curl one finger and savagely rake it across her most sensitive G-spot. Brad was an ****** and Lori shivered wildly knowing she felt the same untamed lust. He pushed his face deeper into the crevice of her ass and then rammed his stiff tongue as far into her asshole as possible. Lori dearly wanted to get up, which would allow her to regain a measure of dignity, but that was impossible with Sandy holding her head high in the air.

She stared straight ahead and into the eyes of the she-devil. Sandy gave her a knowing grin of satisfaction and Lori merely felt her emotions teetering precariously on the edge. The boy crushed her resolve when he reached under his chin with his free hand. Her labia were already spread wide, leaving her clitty fully exposed and Brad surrounded the tiny gem. When he pinched hard and pulled at the same time, Lori succumbed.

The first little jerks and thrusts of her hips into the mattress were random and sporadic. Then her pelvis started vibrating at a fast rate and an orgasm exploded from her deepest regions. There seemed no way to combat the girl's power and Lori's eyes fluttered, as the cream flowed like a river, covering Brad's fingers and hands.

The ending was a climax to remember. Lori fully realized another orgasm had occurred, which again confirmed Sandy's control over her. Just as the girl released her hair and let her head drop to the bed, the cellphone rang. Lori vaguely heard Sandy talking to her friend and telling her to try and prolong the return of the group. When she ended the conversation, Sandy smiled at Lori. "We have to hurry. They'll be back in less than thirty minutes," she whispered. "Just enough time for you to give Bradley a blowjob."

Lori's mouth dropped open in utter angst. She stared at the unyielding eyes and knew Sandy was not fooling around. Then she turned her head and looked at Brad for a possible reprieve. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and his rock-hard penis was very evident, as it stood straight up in the air. Turning back to Sandy, she pleaded for clemency. "Sandy! Dear gawd, Sandy. You can't be serious. What if they get back early and see us?"

"Then they'll see Mrs. B. sucking on Bradley's cock... giving him a blowjob."

"But Sandy, please! I've done everything you've demanded."

"Not everything. There's one more thing."

Lori stared at the girl and felt the bed bounce, as Brad stood up. "Sandy! There's no time."

Sandy merely gave her a bigger smile. "You'll have to hurry. See if you can give Brad a fast blowjob."

"I'll die if they see us."

"You better get that pretty ass moving... or else!"

Lori sensed the ultimate hopelessness when Brad step in front of her. He stood motionless and Lori's eyes riveted on his evident hard-on. "There it is my little slut. Suck! Make Brad happy," Sandy whispered, sending Lori's body into shock. "Suck his cock."

Lori made a swift decision to save her reputation. She tentatively reached for the enlarged pecker and her hand jumped back when it touched the fiery flesh. Then she pushed forward and wrapped her dainty fingers around the thick shaft. She stared at the cock for a few seconds while holding it straight out from the boy's pelvis. Her fingers surrounded Brad's prick, leaving the entire head exposed in front of her face. There were still many inches of meat left for her other hand so she fisted his cock with both hands.

She fully intended on moving forward slowly, first tasting the boy's cock before sucking it into her mouth. Things went amiss when Sandy lost patience and shoved Lori's head into her boyfriends prick. "Suck the fucking thing before I get mad," Sandy ordered. "Suck or you won't get your clothes back."

The threat filled Lori with fear. Acting on that fear, she was determined to give Brad the blowjob of his life and then she would be free from the devilish Sandy. Her mouth opened and she tasted the fruits of immoral sin. What she didn't count on was Sandy's evil intentions.

Sandy moved to put her face right beside Lori's. "Brad's cock looks good in your mouth. It looks so fucking big... in your small hands."


The boy's cock was now deep inside her mouth and Lori felt awful for doing something she knew was grossly immoral. "Now rub it all over your slut-face." She heard the girl and then it happened. Sandy's hands were on her head, moving it backwards as Brad enjoyed the immense ***********. He stared downward at his crotch and watched the older woman obey his girlfriend. Lori slipped his pecker out of her mouth and rubbed the head and the shaft all over both reddish cheeks.

"That looks lovely. Our chaperone is rubbing her studs cock on her face," Sandy whispered. "Now rub it all over your tits!"

Lori shuddered violently, but there were many helping hands to ensure she complied with the appalling demands. She glanced at her chest and noticed the magnificent penis rubbing her luscious boobs. The flared head pressed into her right titty and pushed her erect nipple into her chest. Then the cock moved to her left titty and ******** her other nipple. She felt her breathing get extremely uneven and then Sandy lost her patience.

"It's time slut. Suck'im off. Show me what kind of slut you are," Sandy said.

Lori's fists were still wrapped tightly around the boy's penis and she obeyed. She moved the cock to her mouth, as her belly filled with great anxiety. Her mind went crazy. 'Dear gawd, I'm a slut,' she thought.

"Sweet! That's fucking sweet watching you suck cock."

Lori was in her own private world. 'I'm a married woman... and nothing but a slut. Sandy's slut.'

Sandy stayed beside the two, giving both encouragements. "Holy fuck. Brad's cock looks big... so big in your slutty mouth."

Lori felt the intense heat from the boy's cock, as it throbbed madly in her hands. 'Oh gawd, I'm sucking a cock... and it's not Andy's.'

"Do it Mrs. B. Suck his cock!"

Lori complied not knowing what else to do. 'No, no! I'm acting like a slut.'

"Mrs. B's a cocksucker... the best cocksucker. Do you like teenage cock?" Sandy whispered and laughed out loud at the same time.

The degrading remarks only seemed to inflame Lori's mind. 'His cock... gawd, it's so big. It feels... I think he's ready.' Lori couldn't bring herself to say if it was good or bad and she merely moved her hands up and down the thick shaft.

"Get ready slut. I can tell Brad's almost there."

'Oh gawd, I'm nothing but a slut.'

"Pump it honey. Just like that. Yes... grab his balls. That looks great."

'Oh, my gawd, what's come over me?'

"Holy ****. I think he's going to blow his load... into your slutty mouth."

'I should move... stop sucking. Gawd, I'm a slut... giving a blowjob to a boy.'

Sandy added to the enormous ***********. "You won't report me again... ever again. Just think slut... I'll be your mistress whenever and wherever I fucking feel like it."

Lori heard the drastic comments and her entire body shuddered. 'I'm her slave. Oh, my gawd, she can make me do anything. Anything and I can't stop her. Or else, she'll ruin my life.' A blast of molten lava shot from the boy's sex-spike and she thought of nothing, but sucking Brad's manly cock.

To Lori's absolute horror, she heard the sound of a bus. She desperately wanted to end the sordid affair, but Brad wasn't finished. He was in the midst of blowing his massive load down Lori's throat and his only concern was climaxing. Lori just wanted to get it over with and she pumped the throbbing cock furiously trying to milk all of the jizz out of Brad's balls.

Sandy was already dressed and she quickly whispered something to her boyfriend before hurrying to the door. Brad squeezed out the last drop and then he grabbed his pants and shirt. He went straight to the washroom and Lori was left with a stunned look on her face. Completely naked, she panicked and searched the room for her clothes. All she could find was her swimming suit top and the shorts she wore to the swimming pool. She cursed but got dressed hoping to at least appear respectable.

The kids were just getting off the buses when Lori rushed out of the boy's bunkhouse. Many of them looked at her kind of funny, as she was dressed fairly risqué. Lori felt like everyone was staring at her when she ran to her cabin and didn't feel safe until she was inside with the door closed.

***

With a little over a week left of summer camp, Lori tried hard to stay out of Sandy's way. Every time she saw the girl, Sandy left no doubt as to who was in control. The girl was much shrewder than Lori ever imagined. Sandy proved her dominance every day, as she would find some rea*** to approach Lori and then give her pictures that she had printed. Although they were not printed on photo paper, the pictures still had enough clarity to send shivers up Lori's spine.

On Sunday, Sandy caught her cleaning one of the bunkhouses. The teenager abruptly handed Lori a picture and then she quickly disappeared without saying a word. Lori was stunned by the sudden gift. She glanced at the photo of herself naked in the shower, which showed Sandy's smiling face beside her. The rest of the day Lori walked around in a daze fearing more surprises from the girl.

The next day Sandy caught Lori in the lineup at lunchtime. Again she handed her a picture, which Lori quickly stuffed into a pocket so nobody could see. When she sat down to eat all by herself, she looked at the picture. Her heart almost stopped when the photo showed a naked woman in a shower and she had a razor in her hand. Lori's memory flashed back a couple of days and envisioned what Sandy ****** her to do. She closed her eyes for a second and visualized herself, completely shaved and brazenly exposing herself to a handsome teenage boy.

Sandy caught Lori at breakfast time on Tuesday. Lori came out of her cabin and was immediately confronted by the teenager. Sandy gave a warm welcome and then handed Lori a picture. There were two photos this time and Lori couldn't believe how *********** she had acted. One photo showed her holding Brad's cock in both hands and vividly depicted her face next to it. She glanced at the second photo and realized how devious Sandy really was. The girl must have aimed the camera from above and caught all of Lori's face. Her mouth was wide open and she was sucking Brad's extraordinary cock.

By Wednesday Lori was not surprised when Sandy approached her during a break in morning activities. The girl handed her an envelope and rushed back to her friends before Lori had a chance to say anything. Lori expected the girl to once again prove her dominance and that was very evident when she looked at the daily picture. She couldn't remember Sandy taking the photo, but it really didn't matter, as it was extremely incriminating.

Lori stared at the photo of herself lying on her back. Her tits were clearly visible and so were her belly and shaved pelvis. The timing of the photo was perfect, as it showed Brad's face between her widespread legs. That alone was mortifying, but what was even more disparaging was what the boy was doing. His tongue was out of his mouth and it was apparent he was licking her pussy. There was a big, contented smile on Brad's face and Lori shivered knowing she succumbed to his cunnilingus.

Thursday's picture was another that Sandy planned using for her blackmail scheme. Lori was utterly embarrassed with the reminder of Brad licking her ass and finger-fucking her at the same time. The only saving grace was that her face was not shown in this picture, but certainly the rest of her was. Lori winced thinking of how she should have been stronger and stood up to the girl from the start. It was too late to go back and rectify things. Each of the pictures seemed to spell her ultimate doom and she fell deeper under Sandy's control.

Sandy saved the best for last. The camp was over on Friday and that was the day the girl handed Lori the final picture. Lori was just entering the girl's washroom when Sandy caught up with her. "I want you to know one thing. I expect my sluts to obey. Obey every order I give... and obey immediately so I don't get mad."

They stared at each other, but the girl's eyes soon made Lori look away. Even though her plight seemed hopeless, Lori gave one last, valiant try. "Sandy, I'm so sorry I reported you. It'll never happen again," she whispered. "Please, don't let anyone see the pictures. I'll pay you for them."

They entered the washroom and nobody was around. "It's entirely up to you. I promise I won't show your pictures... or Julia's to anyone if you follow orders," Sandy said. Then she stepped close to Lori and ****** her up against the wall. "You'll love having me be your mistress... and I promise you'll love being my devoted slave.

Sandy put the picture in Lori's hand, as she turned and left the washroom. If there was a more incriminating picture, Lori couldn't think of one. She could never explain how a married woman could be caught in bed with a teenage boy. The camera angle was from the side and it portrayed the entire scene flawlessly. It showed her lying on her back with her head tilted up and she was staring down at her midsection. Her eyes were wide open, as if she was looking at something remarkable.

Lori vividly remembered this picture. One of the most shameful aspects of the photo showed her fingers clutching the bed sheets, as if she was experiencing something overwhelming. The obvious attraction of her stare was Brad who was between her legs. The boy had his back severely arched and his hands were desperately clutching her boobs. Then Lori noticed her crotch and the sight sent shivers through her whole body. What wasn't evident from the picture was how much of the boy's cock was inside her vagina.

The picture did show four or five inches of the thick shaft not embedded. Lori remembered how Brad fucked her and managed to turn a mature, grown woman into a wanton slut. She realized anyone looking at the picture would think she was a willing participant in the sexual affair. Then she noticed something written at the bottom of the picture. 'You know how to keep this out of the news.' Sandy signed the note and the brazen signature made Lori blush with great embarrassment.

Lori came out of the washroom in a complete daze. The kids were lined up to get on the buses and she waved to her ********, as they boarded. Then she noticed Sandy who paused just before getting on the bus. The girl gave her a knowing smile and appeared to blow her a kiss, which instantly turned Lori's face beat red. Lori watched Sandy board the bus and walk directly up to Julia who was sitting with her brother. There was a short conversation and then Lori almost fainted when her *** moved, allowing the girl to sit down beside her ********.

Lori didn't know what to do. Sandy was the shrewdest per*** she had ever known and there were no limits to the girl's devious schemes. Lori kept thinking of what Sandy was using to blackmail her. There didn't seem to be any way out of the serious dilemma and Lori felt overwhelmed by the girl's demands. It took her about another hour to tidy things up so the camp could be shut down and during the time she fretted about seeing Sandy again.

The drive home was somber. By the time she arrived in the city, Lori was filled with anxiety. She kept seeing Sandy's face when the girl handed her the last picture. Then Lori remembered the disheartening statement, 'you know how to keep this out of the news!'

Once Lori came home from summer camp, she hardly went out of the house for the next two weeks.� Andy wondered why his wife acted a little strange, but he shrugged it off to that awful feeling of summer being almost over.� He had pressed his wife for details about the camp, but Lori merely said that nothing out of the ordinary happened.� Andy was not one to press the issue or persist and he let it go, as they eventually got back into the family's weekly routine.

The kids readily told Andy about all the fun they had.� Julia told her dad that she had met lots of new friends and one in particular was now her best friend.� She mentioned that Sandy was in grade 12 and much older, but they had become close friends despite the age difference.� When Julia mentioned the wilderness adventure, which everyone truly loved, she even told her dad how lucky it was that her mom stayed in camp that day.� That was because Sandy and her boyfriend weren't feeling very good so they had to return to camp and miss the adventure.

Andy didn't think much about the story, but Lori's face turned a brilliant red with embarrassment.� Lori was filled with so much shame and guilt that she wondered if anyone noticed her obvious blushing.� She quickly changed the subject, but not before her stomach churned with great anxiety.� After a couple of weeks and not hearing any blackmail demands, Lori was back to normal, as if nothing drastic had happened at camp.

Then on a Monday evening, Lori was sitting in the living room with Andy when a knock sounded at the door.� She opened the door and found Sandy standing there with the biggest smile on her pretty face.� The girl barged right past Lori and into the living room where Andy was sitting.� "Hi, Mr. B.� I hope you don't mind... but I've come over to do some camp picture organizing with Lori.� She was the greatest chaperone at summer camp," Sandy said, holding up a box of pictures.� "We are tying to arrange all the pictures taken at camp so there is a record of what happened.� Your wife is such an angel.� She was so much help to me when I was given the responsibility to record everything."

Andy was very pleased to see Sandy and immediately voiced his approval.� "By all means.� Yes!� Lori is the best and I'm sure she'd love to help you," he said.� "Right, honey?"

Lori felt trapped with no choice but to agree.� "Yes, of course.� Come Sandy, we can use the study.� You don't mind, do you?" Lori asked Andy.

Andy readily told them to use the room.� "You girls go ahead.� I'll be watching television the rest of the night... Monday Night Football!"

Lori ushered the girl into the study.� She tentatively closed the door and felt the hair rise on her neck, realizing there was no lock on the door.� Lori's hand remained on the doorknob and she refused to turn away from the door, as she listened to Sandy walk over to the desk.� The girl placed the box of photos down and then slowly walked back to the door.� Lori heard the girl's approach and her stomach churned with immense nervousness.

All of a sudden Sandy grabbed her shoulders.� The girl displayed her brute strength, as she swiftly turned Lori around, and slammed her against the hardwood door.� The only thing concerning Lori was the noise and she wanted to plead with Sandy to be quiet.� Suddenly the girl moved forward and kissed Lori before she could evade the girl's advance.� Lori dearly wanted to resist and hold her lips tightly closed, but that didn't happen.

Lori felt like she was in high school again.� Although at times she wondered at her passive nature, she never realized she was so submissive.� It seemed utterly useless to struggle so she merely stood motionless while Sandy took the initiative.� The girl yanked Lori's blouse out of her pants and in an instant had one of her boobs in her hand.� Sandy wasn't satisfied with simple groping and she promptly unbuttoned the blouse.

Sandy stared into Lori's bewildered eyes daring her to stop her.� Lori never moved and remained motionless, as the girl slowly rolled her bra upward baring her boobs.� "You have such gorgeous tits... nicest tits ever," Sandy whispered, as a big smile crossed her face.� "Do you mind if I touch them?"

Just as Lori was about to say something, Sandy thrust her tongue into her mouth.� The kiss took Lori's breath away, as the familiar pierced tongue slipped deep into her mouth.� Abruptly Sandy broke the kiss and moved back slightly giving Lori an opportunity to say something.� "Sandy!� Dear gawd, Sandy, we can't... not here.� Please, Andy will hear us."

Sandy glared into her eyes.� "I am going to say this once... not again.� I hope you understand," she whispered.� The questioning look on the girl's pretty face implored Lori to listen.� "You're going to eat me... lick my cunt!"

Lori tried to stay on her feet, but it was increasingly difficult because her legs were shaking.� "You can't be serious... not here.� Andy will hear... he'll catch us!"

"Serious?� Serious?"� Suddenly Sandy kissed her again and banged her against the door.� Lori was afraid to make more noise so she let Sandy have her way.� The girl cleverly stripped Lori's blouse and threw it across the room with a show of anger.� Then the girl deftly unfastened the bra and pulled the garment off, tossing it over to the desk.� "I won't say it again.� We're going to have sex.� Here!� Right here in your house... with your husband in the next room."

Lori made her biggest mistake when she pleaded with the girl.� "Sandy.� I wish I could make it up to you... for what happened at camp.� I'm sorry for reporting the curfew infraction."

The hand came from the side and Lori didn't see it until the end when her head snapped violently to the right.� Sandy slapped her face hard and left the biggest red mark on her cheek.� Lori instantly felt the same utter helplessness as she did when the girl slapped her at camp.� She wanted to cry, laugh and show all of her emotions at once, knowing Sandy had just proven her superiority.

"Let's take off our clothes.� Then do it on the desk... just like in the movies."� All of a sudden Sandy stripped.� She removed all of her clothes until she was only wearing a pair of sexy, see-through panties.� Lori would never know why she stared at Sandy.� For the strangest reason, she admired the girl's brazen nudity and couldn't find the strength to look away.� Sandy had perky tits with overly large, erect nipples that almost beckoned to be touched.� Lori never meant for her stare to linger on Sandy's midsection, yet she noticed the girl's pelvis was completely shaven.

A smile crossed Sandy's girlish face, as she watched the gorgeous woman's eyes open wide in astonishment, knowing Lori was now her faithful slave.� Sandy gave Lori a questioning look and Lori felt like a spoiled ***** about to be punished.� She saw Sandy's upraised hand ready for another slap and her reaction was pure reflex.� Her hands shook as she slowly took off her pants.� She stood in front of the girl almost naked and saw the smile broaden on Sandy's pretty face.

Suddenly Sandy moved across the room to the desk.� She sat on the edge and peered back at Lori, doing her best to encourage the woman to join her.� Sandy held out her hand and before Lori realized it, she was walking towards the girl.� Her only concern now was to satisfy the young girl and then hopefully get her to leave before Andy suspected anything.� The thought that the door couldn't be locked sent a shiver of fear down her spine, as she realized Andy could walk into the room at any moment.

She approached Sandy just as the girl stripped off her panties.� Lori stared at the shameless nudity, as Sandy posed for her assumed lover.� The girl leaned backwards with her arms supporting her weight, as her upper torso was at an angle.� Her feet were on the desk with her legs bent, enabling Sandy to display her entire crotch to Lori.� Suddenly the girl sat up straight, putting her feet on the floor, and motioned for Lori to act.� Sandy indicated she wanted her breasts caressed and waved her hands at Lori to take action.

Lori hesitated and that seemed to infuriate the girl.� Abruptly Sandy grabbed Lori's arm and pulled her forward.� Obediently Lori bowed and put her face next to the girl's chest.� A perky tit was in front of her face and without any warning Sandy grabbed the hair on Lori's head.� The girl gave a quick pull and then she jabbed the end of her tit into Lori's mouth.

It was easy for Lori to suck the girl's erect nipple.� She heard the soft moans of pleasure coming from Sandy and Lori wanted to get it over with as fast as possible.� Without any prodding, Lori shifted to Sandy's other boob and again the girl moaned with great joy.� As Lori realized how unique it was to caress and kiss another woman's boobs, her tongue swooped around and all over the girl's swollen nipples and ensured they were both very hard.� When she let her teeth nibble on the buds, Sandy's moans grew a lot louder and that worried Lori.

Without warning, the girl put her hands on the top of Lori's head and pushed downward.� In an instant Lori came face to face with something she had dreamed about for many days.� Sandy's legs were spread and again she brought her feet up on the desk.� Lori felt the girl's thighs on either side of her face and caught the pungent scent of the aggressive girl's cunt.� Sandy pushed harder and Lori's face hit the girl's crotch.� In an instant her mouth was directly over the puffy pussy lips.

Lori felt the immense moisture and then she tasted the luscious sweetness.� Her tongue darted out and stabbed the girl.� When Lori felt the labia spread, she marveled at how her tongue slipped into the sweltering honey-hole.� Despite Lori's earnest efforts, the girl demanded more.� Sandy ****** Lori's face deeper into her crotch and she clamped her thighs around the squirming head.

Lori's head was wedged between the girl's thighs.� She pictured the scene from hell and visualized what it must look like.� Getting caught by her husband was her greatest concern and that frightened her a lot.� Lori hardly heard a thing because Sandy's thighs were pressed against the side of her head, blocking the sound.� This made it hard to know how much noise Sandy was making and Lori hoped it wasn't enough to arouse Andy's awareness.�

Sandy felt the woman's mouth on top of her nerve center.� "That's it.� Right there... eat me," Sandy moaned.� "Eat me, slut.� Let's invite your husband in to watch his wife eat some girlie pussy."

Though greatly muted by the thigh muffs, Lori heard just enough to know what the girl said.� Her body shuddered, but she was too afraid to stop, as she wanted to get it over with as fast as possible.� She kept thinking that it had been years since the last time she kissed or touched another woman, but that didn't matter at the moment.� Lori sucked the girl's pussy and she was amazed that the taste wasn't the least bit revolting.

Her tongue parted the skinny, hairless labia and instantly found the girl's honey-hole.� Lori moved her little penis-tongue in and out until she felt Sandy's hips quivering.� Yanking on Lori's hair, the girl pulled her face deeper into the sweltering wetness.� It hurt so bad when her hair was pulled that Lori desperately wanted to scream, but she knew that would not be smart.� Desperately trying to please the demanding girl, her tongue swirled around and around the juicy clitoris.� Lori toyed with the bud in a loving fashion, which caused Sandy's hips to bounce on the desk.�

"Holy, sweet ****** of Jesus.� I'm so horny.� You're slutty mouth is making me horny," the girl moaned.� "Make me cum!"

In a moment of inspiration, Lori got the urge to use her teeth.� She nibbled on the bud inside her burning mouth, much to the teenager's delight.� When Lori stretched the girlie-meat outward with her teeth, Sandy had never felt anything like it.� It proved to be the end of the Sandy's stamina.� The girl threw herself backwards and Sandy experienced a shocking orgasm with her womanly lover.� Laying on top of the desk with her arms strewn out to the sides, the creaming girl's head rolled from side to side in obvious passion, as she felt the initial surge of cream run down her love canal.

"My fucking slut.� Oh slut, you're the best.� You're making me cum in your mouth.� Can you taste it?"� The girl squirmed on the desk feeling her power and control slip away.� "Oh, fuck me, baby... fuck me.� Eat me with that slutty mouth."

Lori wasn't able to respond, but she certainly did taste Sandy's love juices.� Without thinking, it seemed only natural to finger-fuck the girl.� She rammed her long slender, middle finger into Sandy's honey hole and felt the girl's spasms increase in velocity.� Lori ****** the girl's velvety thighs apart, as far as possible.� Then she ran her tongue up and down the narrow slit and lingered at the top, ensuring she ******** the teenager's clit in expert fashion.�

A gush of fluid filled her mouth and Lori almost ****** from the sudden flood.� Lori prayed it wasn't piss that flowed out of the girl's belly.� She recovered in time to hear loud moans and groans coming from her mistress and feared the noise would filter out into the living room.� When Sandy's hips quieted and the climax subsided, Lori was extremely thankful that it was over.

Her reprieve lasted a mere ten seconds.� To Lori's horror, Sandy jumped up off the desk and immediately stripped Lori's last garments.� The worst part was how the girl proved her dominance when she harshly shoved the wet panties into Lori's mouth as a gag.� "There!� That should help," the young bitch hissed.� "Now you can scream... make all the noise you want when I eat your delicious cunt," Sandy whispered, as she stared into Lori's eyes in a most dominant fashion.� "You can keep quiet... when you fill my mouth with your slutty cum."

The girl had the conduct and couth of a bad mannered schoolgirl.� "How do you like the gag?� I like the look... with your panties stuffed in your mouth."� Sandy stood face to face with Lori.� The girl was a couple of inches taller, which seemed to demoralize Lori.� Sandy glanced down on Lori and at the same time ****** her hand between Lori's tightly closed thighs.� Then the girl shoved her thigh between Lori's legs, spreading them enough to give her hand room to defile her slave.

Lori felt the girl's fingers lay directly on top of her precious opening.� Sandy threatened to move her hand, but she held perfectly still for many moments.� The girl felt the woman's body begin to shiver and knew her fingers were having the desired effect on Lori's resolve.� Then Sandy pressed her middle finger into the prized opening and felt the tip of her finger plunge into the hottest hole.

Lori went up on her tiptoes.� She couldn't rise any higher and Sandy took advantage of the precarious position.� The girl curled her middle finger around Lori's bony pelvis and she sort of hooked it in place.� Then she yanked upward with all of her might.� Lori grew inches taller and felt like she balanced on the girl's finger, as the fingertip buried in her pussy.� She was too scared to resist, or do anything about Sandy's ******** manner, and she simply let the girl demonstrate her control.

Abruptly Sandy pushed Lori backwards until she fell against the desk.� Then the girl reached into the box of pictures, selecting one she had purposely set on top.� "Here!� Look at this while I eat you," Sandy whispered, shoving a glossy picture into her slave's face.��� "See what a slut you were at summer camp... when you were Bradley's little whore.� I think you look good being fucked by a real stud... a real teenage stud."

To Lori's utter dismay, the girl had obviously arranged to have the demoralizing picture ready for her.� She stared at the glossy image and then her breathing got extremely uneven from rising anxiety.� The picture was almost the same as the one Sandy handed her when they left camp.� Lori reasoned there would be only one interpretation of the photo, which showed a naked woman on her back about to be fucked by a teenage boy.� As she did at camp, Lori's eyes focused on Brad's magnificent manhood that brushed against her upraised pelvis.

The picture sent shivers of guilt up her backbone.� Lori knew she had experienced possibly the best sex of her life, but she vowed to keep that a secret.� She had been unfaithful to her husband and there was no way she wanted him to find out about summer camp.� All Lori could do now was pray that Sandy didn't let anyone else see the incriminating photo.

Sandy put her hand in the middle of her chest and pushed. �Lori fell backwards on top of the desk and she felt totally helpless against the powerful girl.� Sandy ****** her legs between Lori's and watched as the woman stupidly tried to cover herself with her hand.� "You're not trying to hide that gorgeous pussy... are you?� You know you don't have a choice," Sandy whispered?� "Oh, that's right.� You can't talk with a gag in your mouth."

Lori merely mumbled and moaned in desperation, knowing her fate was in Sandy's hands.� She could only imagine what Andy would think if he walked in the room at that very moment.� If he saw a naked teenager between his wife's legs and the girl was ********* her, Andy would surely die.� Funny how every little noise or sound seemed to spell peril when a person was doing something sinful or immoral.��

"You have such amazing tits.� I love the way they jiggle and sway from side to side when you move.� Brad can't stop talking about them... how he got to feel them and suck them," Sandy whispered.� "Just so you know.� We'll be picking you up on Friday.� We're going on a date... the three of us!"

The only response Lori gave was more moaning, as the panty-gag prevented any actual words or protests.� Then she felt the girl grab her arm and slowly shift it to the side.� "I think we should call your husband.� Let him watch his wife having sex with another woman," Sandy whispered, sending more shockwaves through Lori.� "Don't you think Andy would like watching?"

Lori shook her head and desperately tried to send a message to the girl.� She reached for her mouth, but Sandy grabbed her arm.� "I didn't say you could remove the panties.� Now be a good girl or I'll yell," Sandy said.� "I'm sure your husband will hear... come running."

Lori let the girl move her arm so that both were now down at her sides.� Her eyes opened wide, as she watched Sandy's head move forward, and settle on her chest.� Glancing down, she witnessed the girl's tongue dart out to surround one of her brown nipples.� Sandy kissed and licked both nipples making sure they were fully erect.� The cool air helped and then the girl blew across the moistened buds to make them look like pegs.

There was no need to pin Lori's arms on the desk, yet Sandy did it anyway.� She wanted to prove her dominance and grinned knowing the mature woman had no alternative, but to obey her demands.� Impatient, Sandy pushed Lori backwards until she was flat on her back.� The desk was very hard, but that was the least of Lori's worries.

If Lori thought it was difficult to keep quiet before, she found it impossible when Sandy's lips moved downward.� The girl's tongue paused at her belly and filled the subtle bellybutton with saliva.� Sandy used her tongue on the small indent and jabbed in and out in a taunting fashion.� Then she swooped downward another few inches.� She licked the baby-like pelvis and let her tongue dance all over Lori's heated flesh.

Sandy kept her torso between Lori's legs, which continued hanging over the edge of the desk, and then she put her hands on the insides of the velvety thighs.� The girl pushed outward and spread Lori's legs wide and she heard the woman whimper in utter helplessness.�

Lori managed to spit out the panties to make it easier to breathe.� Her eyes were wide open and all she could do was look towards her indisputable mistress.� Sandy lifted her head up and locked eyes with Lori.� "Get ready, my love," she whispered.� "Should I yell for Andy?"

"Please, Sandy.� No, please no," Lori moaned now that she wasn't gagged.

"Will you have an orgasm for me, my love?"

"Oh, dear gawd.� What are you doing to me?"� Lori stared into the paralyzing eyes and felt the girl ravage her pussy.� Sandy finger-fucked her victim without any reservations, moving her fingers in and out at a furious rate.

"Well, I'm listening!� Will you do it for me?"

Suddenly the girl jumped up on the desk.� She rolled half on top of Lori and gave her a quick kiss.� Sandy's fingers never left Lori's sanctuary and she continued the royal finger-fucking.� Then she lifted her head slightly, as she demanded more from her slave.� There would be no end until Lori succumbed completely.� "You have three seconds to start talking... telling me what I want to hear," Sandy whispered.� "Or else... I'll scream for your husband."

Lori knew the girl wasn't kidding.� "Oh, Sandy.� Fuck me... make me cum.� I'll do anything... anything you want.� I'm yours," she moaned too desperate to refuse Sandy's demands.� Lori's main concern now was obeying so she could put an end to the dangerous session.� "Your fingers... oh, they feel good, fucking me so good."

Sandy deliberately moved her hand and latched onto the most sensitive control button.� She slipped Lori's delicate clitoris between her forefinger and middle finger and began a vigorous shaking.� Her hand moved at lightning speed, vibrating back and forth while squeezing the clitty between her fingers.� "Oh gawd, I feel it.� I feel it coming," Lori moaned, trying hard to hurry.� "Yes!� Oh yes, keep doing that to my pussy."

Lori wasn't sure what happened after that, as she focused entirely on the shameful orgasm and getting it over quickly.� She tried hard not to make noise and was very thankful when the spasms finally subsided allowing her to regain composure.� There was no going back.� She felt terribly guilty for succumbing to Sandy's blackmail demands, but reasoned there was no alternative.� Her life would be absolutely ruined if anyone saw the pictures, as no one would believe a married woman over a supposed innocent teenager.

When Sandy finally released her grip and got up off the desk, Lori quickly retrieved her clothes.� She dressed and to her amazement, Sandy took a scrapbook out of the box.� The girl showed her actual pictures from summer camp, which depicted many of the kids enjoying their time during fun activities.� Lori breathed a big sigh of relieve at not seeing any of the incriminating photos and then the two took a few minutes adding footnotes to some of the pictures.

Sandy took advantage of Lori's vulnerable situation when leaving.� They went into the living room where Andy was still watching football and the girl deliberately stopped to talk.� "We managed to get a lot done tonight, but I never realized how much work there was to document everything that happened at camp," she said.� "I think it is going to take us a long time... so hope you don't mind your wife helping out?"

Andy readily agreed, which sent shivers through Lori, knowing Sandy had set her up.� She walked the teenager to the door and Sandy gave her the biggest smile.� "I had a wonderful time tonight.� I dearly love being your mistress... watching you obey all of my demands," Sandy whispered softly.� "I'm already looking forward to the next time.� Aren't you?"

Lori was distraught thinking about Sandy's premonition.� 'Gawd, what can I do?' she hopelessly asked herself.

It was only four days after the episode in the study that Sandy came to visit again.� Lori knew the girl was coming, as Sandy had sent an email notifying her to expect a visit.� Every time Lori opened her mail and saw an email from the scheming girl, her stomach churned with great nervousness, but also great anticipation.� Lori desperately wanted to keep her summer camp indiscretions a secret, yet that was becoming increasingly more difficult, as Sandy kept applying more blackmail demands on her.

The dreaded knock sounded at the door about seven o'clock Friday evening.� Butterflies immediately filled her stomach and Lori found it hard walking.� When she opened the door, Sandy's smiling face greeted her.� "Hello, Mrs. B.� We're so happy you agreed to help us out," Sandy said upon entering.� Then the girl boldly walked into the living room to where Andy was sitting.� "We want to get lots done tonight.� My boyfriend, Brad, is also helping and we plan going back to my house.� I have everything laid out on the dining room floor, so my mom really wants me to get working on it."

Andy readily agreed with Sandy and he voiced his acceptance.� "Yes... it's nice to look back on summer camp and you kids are doing a good thing by documenting what happened," he said.� "I'm sure Lori is only too happy to help out."

"Yes.� That's for sure.� I can't remember having a better time.� Your wife is the best and she has been a great help," Sandy said.� "We might be very late, so I hope you don't mind.� Once we get working... I like to keep going."

Lori felt guilty for agreeing to go with the girl, knowing that Bradley would most likely ravage her for his girlfriend's amusement, but she really didn't see any other alternative.� Sandy had the upper hand for now, so Lori grudgingly obeyed the blackmail demands.� Reluctantly following Sandy from the security of her home, Lori felt like being led to the slaughter of the lambs.� She couldn't imagine what it must have looked like when she got into the backseat of the car and the girl slammed the door shut.� Lori knew Andy was looking out the living room window and wondered if he suspected anything.

Silently she sat in the backseat staring straight ahead at the two teenagers who whispered to each other.� Brad drove his ******* Chevy, knowing what was in store for him and he couldn't get to their destination fast enough.� Sandy had suggested a secluded spot, which offered them plenty of privacy.� Lori huddled in the backseat praying the night would never happen.� When the car came to a stop and Brad shut off the engine, Lori knew her worst fears would come to reality.

When the teenagers got out of the car, they each got in the backseat beside the frightened woman.� Surrounded and with no place to turn, Lori sat motionless waiting her dreadful fate.� "You look sexy tonight... at least that's what Brad thinks," Sandy whispered.� "He wants so much to have sex with me, but we know that's impossible."

Sandy cuddled close to Lori and put her arm around her neck.� Lori thought she was going to be kissed, but the girl merely put her face close while whispering in her ear.� "Do you remember having sex with Brad?� Remember how slutty you acted when Bradley fucked you?"� Sandy licked the side of Lori's face and continued to torment the woman.� "Sweet fuck, I remember how you couldn't get enough of Brad's big dick."

Lori trembled, as she remembered summer camp.� It was the first time she had been unfaithful to Andy and she felt terribly guilty for allowing it to happen.� She knew it was useless to plead with the girl, yet she tried anyway.� "Sandy.� What if someone comes by and sees us," she whispered.� "Please, don't make me do this."

Sandy acted like she didn't hear.� "You're not going to believe how horny Brad is tonight.� He has been beside himself with anticipation... these past few days.� Honestly, I can't remember his cock being so ****** hard."

Lori trembled with the feeling of utter hopelessness.� "Please, Sandy, don't do this!"

Sandy merely leaned closer and reached for the buttons on Lori's blouse.� "Let's show Brad your gorgeous tits.� I just wish I had lovely tits like yours."� Sandy held Lori's right arm while her left was pinned by Brad.� The girl nimbly unbuttoned one button at a time until the garment draped open.� "There!� Now Bradley can get at your luscious titties.� God, I only wish I had nipples like yours!"

Without any hesitation, the boy ******** her.� Brad fondled her boobs until he craved more intimacy and then he swiftly rolled Lori's bra upwards above her golden globes.� Sandy had everything planned down to the smallest detail.�� Working together, the two teenagers easily ripped all of Lori's clothes off, especially as Lori knew it was unwise to resist.� They stripped each garment and tossed it into the front seat, leaving their captive completely nude, shivering and utterly humiliated.

Lori wondered if there was anything more shameful than a married woman having sex in the backseat of a car with a boy half her age.� She knew that there would be no reprieve from the lewd acts that were soon to follow and she felt all hope drain from her body.� There were hands touching her nakedness everywhere.� Both teens were ********* her, but Sandy controlled the entire, bawdy affair.� The girl encouraged her boyfriend to lift Lori, so he could sit in the middle of the backseat, and Sandy even told Brad when to drop his pants.� Then she ****** Lori to sit directly on top of Brad, with her back to him.

Lori faced the front seat and her arms were pinned at her sides.� She almost fainted when Sandy reached between her legs and pulled on Brad's cock.� The girl yanked the stellar cock forward, so it ran under Lori's ass, and all the way out in front of her crotch.� Lori's legs were spread from sitting on top of Brad's lap and it left her extremely vulnerable.� Sandy placed her hand under Brad's cock and pushed up on the thick shaft so that it slipped into the wetness between Lori's thighs.

Sandy grinned with approval when the labia separated allowing the burning rod to rest along the entire length of the woman's pussy slit.� As if that was not damage enough, the girl sneaked her forefinger into the front portion of Lori's slit.� Sandy knew exactly where to find the control button.� The tip of her finger pushed on the slippery clitty and moved the bud back and forth.

Brad's arms went around Lori's torso and his hands came around the front of her chest.� Lori stared downward when the boy fondled her boobs, as if they were delicate fruit.� She shuddered with shame when she heard an order.� "Lift up!� Lift up your sexy ass... so we can straighten Bradley's cock," Sandy whispered, sending shock waves up Lori's backbone.� "Oh my God, I want Brad's cock buried in your belly."

Lori was positive that she didn't move on her own.� Suddenly she was up in the air and everything happened in slow motion.� Lori looked down at Sandy's fist, which was around the upraised cock, and the girl aimed the rod directly at her crotch.� Then Lori glanced at Sandy and shook her head for compassion, even knowing it was in vain because the girl had already made up her mind.

Lori would probably remember what happened with some horror, but also a certain amount of elation.� Sandy bent down and peered between Lori's legs so she could see the target.� Lori felt the hot meat slap the insides of her thighs just before the flared head slipped into the wetness.� She held her breath when her labia parted and the first couple of inches of Brad's rod slipped into her defenseless opening.

Sandy watched the head of her boyfriend's big prick disappear.� She allowed the distraught woman to use her legs in an effort to remain somewhat above Brad's lap.� "Go baby.� Can you feel it?� Can you feel her cunt around your cock, baby," Sandy whispered?� "Oh baby, fuck her!� Fuck her like you did at camp."

Brad thrust his hips upward until the intense moist heat surrounded almost the whole length of his pecker.� Then he reluctantly let go of the luscious tits and put his hands on Lori's flared hips.� His fingers closed over the top of Lori's hips and then he pulled down hard every time his hips bounced up off the backseat.� His rhythm was fast and furious and Lori prayed for a quick ending so she could get away from the aroused teenager.

Just when Lori thought her turmoil would conclude, Sandy took control.� The girl used both of her hands in the purest sexual fashion.� She cupped Brad's balls in one hand and put the fingers of the other on Lori's tender spirit.� She pinched the tiny clitoris between her thumb and finger and heard the woman's cry for help.� "Dear gawd, Sandy, don't do that.� Please, don't touch me there," Lori moaned.

The cock was buried deep inside her womanly being and Lori stared down in disbelief watching the girl's fingers rolling her clitty around so fast they were a blur.� Suddenly the girl's face was in front of her.� "You're going to do it... aren't you?� You're going to be Bradley's little tramp," Sandy said.� Her voice was very low, yet it carried the firmest control.

"Please, don't do that.� Don't do that to me," Lori whispered.

Sandy pinched hard on the throbbing clit and pulled at the same time.� "I can tell when a bitch is ready... and dear lord, you're ready!"

Lori listened and felt her belly rocked by numerous spasms.� "No... no... no."

"Yes, yes Brad.� Pound her hard... just like that," Sandy said, as her boyfriend pulled Lori's hips down with all his might.� "Mrs. B... are you going to do it?"

Lori stared down at her crotch and watched the girl's fingers moving at blazing speed.� "No, please don't.� I just can't... please stop."

"Ooh, I love watching you fight," Sandy whispered, as her skilled fingers extracted the last of Lori's willpower.� "I bet having Brad's cock inside your belly feels wonderful?"

"No, oh gawd, what is happening?"� Lori couldn't believe how she seemed to have no stamina.� She never experienced premature orgasms and couldn't remember the last time she climaxed before Andy.

Suddenly Sandy was in her face.� "Fight it Mrs. B.� I just can't believe how beautiful you look sitting on top of a teenage cock."

Lori stared into the paralyzing eyes and she felt her tummy go into severe convulsions.� "No.� No!� It can't be."

"Sweet ******... he's doing it.� Brad is going to fill your belly with cum."� Sandy glared into the teary eyes trying to convey her utmost control.

Lori felt her torso lifted up just slightly.� Then Brad wrapped his fingers around her slim waist and pulled down as hard as he could.� The boy thrust his hips upward embedding his penis to the hilt.� As his cock slammed into her cervix, Lori's mouth flew open and she tried to keep breathing, as an orgasm burst from her deepest regions.

"I told you Mommy.� You can't stop fucking and you love being Brad's slut-lover."

"I'm not.� No, I'm not."� Abruptly her head was filled with a dramatic flashback.� Lori remembered summer camp.� She remembered climbing the steepest mountain of ecstasy and then trying hard to wait for the teenager to join her.� Suddenly like camp, it didn't matter anymore.� She was a teenager again and the only thing on her bemused mind was fulfilling an erotic fantasy.� Such dreams were immoral and even sinful, but suddenly that didn't matter either.� Her body rocked back and forth and she felt so complete that a wave of utter contentment washed over her.

Sandy twisted her swollen clitoris around and around ensuring to keep immense pressure on the entire bud.� The girl's free hand cupped one boob and her mouth gobbled the other to push Lori over the mountaintop.� When her titties were ******** and the nipples stretched to lengths that should have been very painful, all Lori hoped was that the lust would never end.

Just as the most peaceful panorama appeared on the horizon, Lori felt the sporadic jerks of a crazed teenager.� Brad was unable to move his hips and he kept them fully thrust upward, as his loins jettisoned virile cum into Lori's secret chamber.� Strangely Lori cherished the sexual encounter even knowing she was betraying her husband.� The hopelessness of the situation seemed to pacify her guilt feelings, as the blackmail appeared too overwhelming.

Lori's breathing was still ragged and uneven when Sandy snuggled up to her.� The girl couldn't stop talking and what amazed Lori most was how Sandy assumed to have complete control over what happened.� "Bradley!� That was fantastic.� I wish we could do it, but watching you... I almost creamed my panties when you blew your load," Sandy whispered.� "Help me... take off my clothes.� Do you want to watch us together?� Watch her eat me out?"

Brad was like an eager kid in a candy store.� "Holy ******* Yes, let's make her do it."� He ripped off his girlfriend's top and then her bra, feasting on the perky tits.� Quickly he stripped Sandy's pants along with her panties, leaving her as naked as Lori.� Brad panted in excitement, as he waited for Sandy to make things happen.� "Baby.� Make her eat you.� We didn't have time at camp... but now we do.� Fuck, I can hardly wait to watch you cum in her mouth."

Lori couldn't believe her ears.� She had no way to escape and simply sat motionless, as Sandy and Brad cuddled.� Sandy sat in the middle and she easily grabbed Lori's arm.� The girl immediately let her intentions be known and she pulled Lori closer.� "Get down... on the floor.� Get between my legs.� Now!"� Sandy's voice was low, but extremely stern.� "Brad wants to watch us.� Do it... or else!"

Before Lori had a chance to protest or say anything, both teens prodded her into the desired position.� There was just enough room for Lori to crouch on the floor of the big Chevy and lean over so her face was near the girl's tummy.� The scent of a bitch in heat drifted into her nostrils and it made Lori a little dizzy, thinking of actually performing cunnilingus again.� She stared down at Sandy's midsection and noticed how the girl was already masturbating.

Sandy's fingers were directly on top of her own dripping pussy, which glistened with immense wetness.� Then Sandy's placed her forefinger on one side and her middle finger on the other, spreading open the puffy labia.� Lori noticed the pinkest opening and marveled at how girlish it looked.� She watched Sandy squirm in anticipation, as her hips twisted on the car seat.

Lori didn't have time to think before someone grabbed her head from behind and shoved down until her face hit the burning flesh.� She didn't know what else to do but comply with the girl's wishes.� When her tongue lashed out and licked a path through the widespread lips, Sandy's hips jerked like crazy.� The girl's upraised pelvis hit her in the mouth and Lori cleverly did her best to keep her teeth from hurting the girl.

Sandy cried out not knowing if it was pain or lust that she felt, as Lori's teeth grazed her tender clitty.� She was unable to prolong the onrushing orgasm and was in the midst of an explosive climax before Lori realized what was happening.� Lori rolled Sandy's clitoris around with her tongue, almost in a playful fashion.� Then she noticed the girl's body shivering madly and that every muscle was taut just as something bittersweet ran into her mouth.�

When Lori nibbled on the throbbing bud inside her mouth, she heard the desperate moans escape Sandy's throat.� "Oooh baby, she's doing it.� She's eating me... making me cum," Sandy moaned to her boyfriend.� "Oh my god, her tongue!� It's so good... I can't hold back."

Lori couldn't remember feeling more agony from being ****** to perform cunnilingus, yet she experienced great elation for being able to satisfy Sandy's lustful desires.� She crouched between the girl's legs and hugged her hips, trying hard to hold the girl steady.� Not being too skilled at oral sex with a woman, Lori used her tongue like a tiny penis, which seemed to take Sandy over the top.

Lori had no idea that Sandy had already planned the next stage.� The girl's eyes were fixed on her boyfriend's renewed hardness, as all three sort of collapsed in the backseat.� Lori crawled up onto the car seat and she sat motionless beside the teenagers.� She marveled the girl's determination, as it quickly became apparent Sandy wasn't finished.� Lori couldn't look away and watched Sandy attack her boyfriend.� The girl moved to the floor of the car and between Brad's widespread legs.� Her hands were on the upstanding pecker and even then Lori was utterly astonished at Brad's amazing endowment.

Sandy stroked her boyfriend's cock until it was so hard she couldn't bend it.� Then her head moved forward and she sucked Brad's prick into her greedy mouth, as her hand playfully rolled his balls back and forth.� Lori had to admit that it was reflective watching the expert blowjob.� The girl was good and she successfully managed to get some of the thick meat down her throat.

Lori thought she was going to be a bystander and able to watch the entire blowjob, but she was wrong.� Just as Brad huffed and puffed and his stomach heaved in and out, Sandy realized her boyfriend was moments away from an orgasm.� All of a sudden she reached out with her left hand.� She grabbed Lori's arm and sternly pulled the woman closer.� Sandy raised her head off the pulsating penis.� "Hurry up.� Hurry and get your mouth on it," Sandy yelled.� "Suck it before he blows his load... or I'll kick your naked ass out the door."

Lori was shocked.� She stared at Brad's budging cock.� Sandy had her right hand around the thick base and seemed to be ******* Brad's prick so it wouldn't blow.� Lori didn't know what else to do so she bent over until her face was barely above the teenager's cock.� Then everything happened at once.� Sandy shoved Lori's head downwards and directly into Brad's lap.� His cock-head hit her lips and immediately it went inside her mouth.� The end hit her throat and then Sandy let go.� She released the death-grip on her boyfriend's cock and Brad blasted an enormous surge of cum into Lori's throat.

Lori ****** and desperately tried to swallow.� After a few seconds, she recovered and felt Brad's load filling her mouth.� Lori gulped and gulped again before she managed to regain enough composure to finish the job.� She could feel Sandy's hand pumping up and down along the extended shaft, as the girl milked every ounce out of Brad's balls.� By the end, Lori was out of breath and gasped desperately for air.

Lori winced from intense pain in her scalp when Sandy grabbed a handful of her hair.� The girl yanked Lori's head upward and kissed her on the lips.� When Sandy pulled back and stared into her eyes, Lori felt lost.� "That was fucking great.� I love the way you suck cock.� I like tasting it in your mouth," Sandy whispered.� "I bet your husband loves getting a blowjob from you!"

The rest of the night was a complete blur.� Lori tried to block out what really happened in the backseat of the car, which was parked in a dark, isolated spot.� Trouble was, she honestly couldn't remember ever climaxing so much in so short of time.� It was very late when the teens finally took her home and Lori felt terrible sneaking into the house late at night.� Andy was already in bed and thankfully he managed a brief hello before falling back asleep.� Lori remained in the bathroom a lot longer than normal, but it took forever until she felt clean enough to go to bed with her husband.

After that first time, Lori became the teenage couple's sex connection.� The relationship developed into one where she satisfied Brad's sexual needs and Sandy's insatiable desire for power.� It bothered Lori that she didn't know how to combat or stop the girl from controlling her life, but there didn't seem to be an easy answer for her dilemma.

Lori never imagined that things could get worse, as she greatly underestimated Sandy's hunger for power.� Sandy and Brad drove Lori home after another sexual escapade when the girl blurted out, "Friday night!� We'll pick you up Friday night and I have a big surprise for you."� Sandy leaned towards Lori and what she said was shocking.� "I'll send you an email and tell you all about our date.� I'll even let you know exactly what to wear.� Be ready when we get here and pick you up.� Just a hint... you'll get to have sex with another teenager."

Somehow she had to find a solution and stop the blackmail.� Lori's problem was that she simply didn't know how.� The evidence Sandy had accumulated seemed overwhelming and Lori also didn't want her ********* reputation ruined over some silly summer camp experiment.� She heard the girl's demands and trembled.� "But Sandy, please.� This has gone far enough.� Please, don't make me do anything else."

Sandy reached across the stunned woman and opened the car door.� "Don't get any goddamn bright ideas.� Be ready when we get here... or else!"

Lori was numb when she got out of the car.� It seemed that every time she tried to stop the blackmail, or end Sandy's control over her, the girl came up with another bright idea.� Lori watched the teens drive away and realized that her quandary had suddenly gotten shamefully worse.� So many possibilities went through her head that by the time Sandy's email arrived, she was sick.

When she opened the email on Wednesday, she almost fainted.� 'Brad, Jeremy, Rachel and I will pick you up Friday evening at eight.� Be ready!'� The exclamation mark sent a shiver of apprehension through her.� 'What to wear?� Please don't piss me off.� I'll drop off a bag of clothes on Thursday.� Wear the clothes and nothing else.� Oh yeah, you can pick what shoes to wear,' Sandy wrote and adding, 'not that you will have anything on for very long.'

Sandy loved tormenting Lori to the fullest so she rambled on and on in her note.� 'Don't worry about your husband.� I'll come in and explain how we are still working on the summer camp project.� Funny thing is that he loves it when you help out... loves it when his darling wife volunteers to help kids.� Just think, my love.� You'll be helping us out tremendously... having sex with Brad and Jeremy.'

Lori could almost hear the girl laughing when she read the email about the planned sexual encounter with two teenage boys.� It was as if Sandy was in the room telling her the demands and saying it in such a way to demoralize Lori to the max.

Lori closed the email and fretted the rest of the day and night.� She was still in a worried state when Sandy surprised her at work the next day.� Lori was sitting at her desk when the girl walked up and set a bag down in front of her.� "Here is your present.� Clothes I picked out myself... just for you," Sandy whispered.� "Remember my email.� You can wear what's in the bag, plus shoes... nothing else!"

Lori stared at the bag, as if it contained a bomb.� "Dear gawd, Sandy.� I'll pay you... just don't make me do this.� I just can't."

"At first I was going to make you wear the sexiest outfit, but then I thought it best to tame it down so your husband won't get too suspicious," Sandy said.� "You're very lucky.� By the way, you owe me sixty-six dollars for these."

Too flustered and surprised to act rationally, Lori opened her purse and handed the demanding teen seventy dollars.� Sandy wheeled around and departed before Lori could do any more pleading.� When the girl was gone, Lori opened the bag.� She found it totally unbelievable that there were only two garments in the bag.� A blouse with buttons up the front, which looked like it would hide the fact she was braless, and a mid-length, black skirt.� There was a note pinned to the garment and Lori's hands vibrated when she opened it.� 'Have fun explaining your new attire to your husband!'

Lori wanted to cry.� She quickly closed the bag and dearly wanted to rebel.� The blouse was similar to ones she wore, but these days Lori seldom wore a skirt after work.� She normally dressed conservatively and thankfully the blouse with stretch denim, pencil skirt wasn't too out of the ordinary.� The upcoming rendezvous was scary and Lori wasn't able to get anything worthwhile done at work, so she left early that day.

She fretted for the rest of the day.�� The evening was no better and the night seemed to last forever, as she couldn't ******** When she went to work on Friday, her mind was still preoccupied with the growing dilemma of Sandy's blackmail.� The thought of being deceitful to Andy was very upsetting and Lori dreaded telling her husband that she was spending more time with the teens.� Lori simply didn't know a plausible way of explaining things to Andy, yet she realized that he had to be told something.

Although she got home from work at her normal time on Friday, the day felt like it was already 48 hours long.� Lori got the biggest surprise when Andy readily accepted her alibi of spending the evening with Sandy and Brad to help them on the camp project.� Buoyed with confidence, she then told Andy a boldfaced lie about buying a new outfit.� This he also accepted without asking any questions and she couldn't believe her good fortune.

Shortly before Sandy's expected arrival, Lori got dressed in the manner outlined in the girl's instructions.� Then she waited impatiently for the teen to show up at the door.� Lori felt terrible for being unfaithful to her husband, but the thought of having her life ruined by Sandy was too overwhelming.� When she joined Andy in the living room, his surprised smile sent a shiver of fear through her body.� It was extremely uncomfortable being dressed, but wondering if Andy would notice she wasn't wearing a bra or panties.

Andy looked at his wife and instantly felt a mixture of emotions.� He complimented Lori on her appearance, yet it didn't make her feel any better.� The doorbell sounded and Lori almost jumped out of her skin, which made them both laugh.� Andy yelled out for Sandy to enter and the girl instantly rushed into the living room.� She greeted them with the friendliest smile and then went on to tell Andy how the group planned a long, tiring evening trying to complete the summer camp project.

Andy walked Lori to the door and he stood there watching her leave with Sandy.� He suddenly got the shock of his life when the teenager opened the back door of the car and her boyfriend got out.� Brad stood beside the two and offered a helping hand to Lori, as if he wanted her to get in the backseat.� Andy didn't notice how Lori hesitated and seemed to voice her concern about getting in with two boys.� All of a sudden she bent over and stepped into the car, as a second boy reached out to help her enter.

The car was in the driveway, yet Andy was close enough to notice everything.� He was amazed when his wife bent over and got into the backseat.� There was a fleeting glimpse of Lori's bare skin and then a boy's hand appeared to be on her exposed leg.� The hand grabbed the back of Lori's leg just above her knee and then it seemed to slide upward.� All of a sudden Andy noticed Lori slither into the middle of the seat and Andy swore the stretchy skirt had ridden up her thighs.� The last thing he saw was Lori desperately pulling the hem of her skirt down.�

Brad jumped in the car and Andy couldn't see Lori anymore.� The door slammed shut and Andy felt the strangest feeling in the pit of his stomach, as he wondered if his wife was in any sort of trouble.� Abruptly Sandy waved at him and the girl quickly rounded the car and got into the driver's seat.� Andy waved back just as the car started and sped away, leaving him with a feeling of uneasiness.

Andy wondered if he was smart to agree that his wife assist the teens with their camp project.� It seemed to be taking a long time to complete, but then he shrugged it off as silly doubts.� He knew both Sandy and Brad and they were nice teenagers.� The last thing in the world Andy suspected was that his wife would be in the fight of her life.� He never dreamed that Lori was a prisoner sitting between two extremely aroused teenagers who were determined to fulfill erotic fantasies.� Andy never suspected Sandy was ******* his wife to obey all of her blackmail demands.

Sandy drove away as fast as she could.� She had noticed Andy standing at the door and grinned knowing he must have witnessed the shrewd abduction.� The rearview mirror was tilted so she could see what transpired in the backseat and things quickly got carried away.� She caught a glimpse of bare flesh, as one of the boys lifted Lori's blouse.� Then Sandy noticed Lori's legs thrashing and twisting like crazy, which allowed the skirt to become bunched up around the top of her thighs.

Much to Lori's dismay, one of the overly determined boys shoved his hand under her upraised skirt.�� Her arms were all over the place.� She tried unsuccessfully to prevent her blouse from being raised and the worst part was not being allowed to wear a bra, which left her exposed to the world.� Suddenly Brad's head was on her chest and that prevented her from moving her arms down to protect her lower extremities.� All she could do was hug his head and pray for some kind of intervention.

She used every ounce of strength to hold her legs together, but that too was hopeless, as she felt them spread apart by both boys.� Then her world crashed down around her.� With her legs parted, it took no effort for Brad's buddy to find her womanly treasure.� She squirmed frantically on the seat, as the boy's fingers searched for the prized gem, quickly finding it inside the wet pussy lips he had heard so much about.� His finger was long, thick and somehow skilled at finding the correct spot.

Sandy couldn't believe the savages.� "Jesus Christ, guys.� Don't fuck her yet... wait for it.� She's your whore for the whole night, so take your time," she said sending violent shivers through Lori's body.� "Wait... she's the best slut ever, better than you can ever imagine, Jeremy.� Brad can tell you that, right honey?"

Much to Lori's delight, the boys reluctantly stopped the ************** Jeremy slowly removed his invasive fingers from her wetness and to her dismay he put them to his lips.� "Pussy juice.� Yum, yum!� I can hardly wait to ***** it all," the boy boldly stated his intentions, as he tauntingly licked her juices off his fingers.

The car came to an abrupt stop in front of their suburban destination.� The two girls immediately got out and then Jeremy did as well.� Lori sat motionless for a few seconds and then Brad pushed her towards the door.� Suddenly Sandy was there and the girl grabbed one of Lori's arms.� "Come, my little darling.� It's time.� Time for a wonderful gangbang," she whispered, filling Lori with panic.

Then Sandy turned to her girlfriend.� "I've never watched a gangbang.� Tonight we get to see my sexy, summer camp chaperone get her brains fucked out by two teenage studs," she said.� "Oh my God, a real gangbang!"

When Sandy informed Lori that no parents were going to be at Brad's house, Lori realized she was in deep trouble.� Brad led the way through the house and into the downstairs recreation room.� Sandy stayed beside Lori all the way and she kept whispering demands.� "All week, all the bastards have talked about is how both are going to screw you and screw you.� Rachel and I are both looking forward to watching Brad and Jeremy fuck your delicious cunt."

Sandy whispered in Lori's ear and did everything possible to humiliate her slave.� "Mistress is going to help.� I'm going to stay right beside you.� Do you think Rachel can see it happen... see a real woman experience an orgasm with her boyfriend?"� Then Sandy thought of more.� "I told Rachel all about how you experienced an orgasm with Brad.� Now she wants to see it happen with Jeremy."

Hearing it was too much.� Her willpower was immense, but nothing compared to Sandy's devious techniques.� The girl licked her lips and motioned for Lori to say something.� Lori couldn't talk and all she could do was moan and make all kinds of ****** sounds.� Her orgasm exploded, as the ***** pounded in her head, making her temples throb madly.� She was fully aware that Brad was filling her womanly domain with his youthful seed, but nothing seemed to matter anymore.

Lori rode the out of control train of ecstasy until the boy's hips quieted enough so she could breathe again.� She gasped for much needed air and knew it was too late for any type of salvation.� Lori would always remember having the strangest emotions when Brad pulled away.� It felt like he belonged inside of her and when his pecker slipped out, she sensed her spirit going with him.

Lori was in a complete state of shock, but Sandy wasn't finished.� "Rachel didn't believe that you climaxed when Brad fucked you with his big cock... when he ate your slutty pussy... when he ate your pretty ass and finger-fucked you into cum-slut heaven."� Sandy stared into Lori's teary eyes.� "I told her how you loved getting fucked with teenage cock.� I told Rachel that you would do it... experience an orgasm with her boyfriend!"

The likelihood of Sandy's revelation actually coming true made Lori shudder.� The girl's declaration sounded exactly like an order or command and Lori wondered how she would ever escape.� She reasoned that the blackmail ****** her to be there, but then she vowed to do anything and everything possible to not succumb like Sandy promised.� All of a sudden the girl was right in her face.� "I think the boys should dance first.� We'll let boys be boys and dance with the sexy dance instructor," Sandy said.� "Can you show them how to dance... as well as how to fuck?"

The girl laughed out loud, spun Lori around and pushed her towards her boyfriend.� Brad caught her in his arms and immediately started to dance around the room.� Sandy dimmed the lights to give the room a more romantic atmosphere and then she played a CD of slow dance tunes.� Brad danced Lori around the room while stepping on her toes every time he serenaded her, but that was the least of Lori's problems.

Lori glanced at the others, as she moved around the room.� Jeremy was standing off to the side, as if waiting his turn, and he rubbed his hands together with excitement.� The two girls were sitting on a sofa, giggling and whispering to each other.� Lori couldn't hear what they were saying; yet she reasoned it had everything to do with her punishment.� She survived the first dance with only a little groping and fondling from Brad, but that swiftly changed when Jeremy took over.

Jeremy hugged her with his strong, muscular arms and he demonstrated very little ability to dance.� His primary concern was feeling her up and he did that well.� Lori had a hard time fighting off the boy's fondling and Jeremy managed to get his hands on one of her boobs and even under her skirt a couple of times.� Lori didn't know how long she could keep up the constant struggle to remain dignified.

Brad took over for his second dance and he quickly took his fondling to another level.� At one point he actually popped Lori's boob out of her blouse.� He had succeeded in unbuttoning all of the buttons and proudly exposed her tit to his friends.� Then he twirled her around in a big pirouette and wrapped his arms around her in a viselike hug.� Brad put one hand on the small of Lori's back and grabbed the bottom hem of her skirt with the other.

Lori squirmed and struggled to keep her skirt in place, but the boy easily pulled the stretchy material up to her waist.� Brad proudly showed off Lori's delicious ass, as he danced with her.� Suddenly the song ended and it was Jeremy's turn.� It seemed that it was their goal to get more and more brazen with each song.� Jeremy grabbed her dainty hand and sternly shoved it onto his crotch.� Lori instantly felt the large bulge in his pants and she shivered at how hard it seemed.

The boy put his big hand over top of Lori's and then he rubbed himself.� If it were possible, she would have run away or disappeared.� Instead she continued to dance around the suddenly somber room.� The only sound was the music plus the occasional loud breathing from four aroused teenagers.� All of a sudden Lori jumped and tried to shuffle away from the boy.

Jeremy was strong and far too determined for her to move out of his arms.� He held her tightly with one arm and shoved his other hand under her skirt.� He instantly found the one thing he'd dreamed about for a long time.� His hand slipped between the velvety thighs and then he cupped the prized cunt that his best friend had bragged about.

Lori desperately tried to keep her legs together, but that was impossible, as she danced around the room.� There was plenty of space for Jeremy's hand and he freely groped her pussy.� He devilishly whipped his finger through the vast wetness and abruptly the music stopped.

Jeremy reluctantly loosened his grip, allowing Lori to move away.� Her freedom was fleeting, as Sandy quickly took charge.� "That's enough playing around.� The boys are getting anxious," Sandy whispered, as they faced each other.� "It's time for some serious fucking."

Lori noticed lots of movement off to the side where Brad and Jeremy were standing.� She knew they were taking off their clothes and her heartbeat increased tenfold.� "Dear gawd, Sandy!� Please don't.� Don't let this happen."

Sandy reached out and the teenager was impatient for things to happen.� "I've thought about this for a long time.� Having complete control over such a beautiful, sexy woman," she whispered.� "I think if you are acting like a bitch... you should be on your hands and knees in true doggie fashion."

Lori heard the devastating statements and trembled.� Then she felt the girl prodding her and encouraging her to get into the demanded position.� "Sandy, please stop.� Don't do this to me.� Dear gawd, please have mercy," Lori pleaded.

In a scant moment, Lori found herself on her knees and she tried to remain upright.� "Let's get rid of this silly blouse," Sandy said.� "Show the guys your luscious tits.� I know Bradley wants to see them again."

Lori felt like crying, as her dilemma seemed impossible.� She desperately tried to keep her open blouse on, but Sandy was far too determined.� The girl grabbed the front and pulled it upward and before Lori could do anything, Rachel was helping her friend.� The girls stripped the blouse and left Lori shivering much to the boys' delight.� Then the girls worked together to get Lori bent over so her hands were on the floor.� "Now get ready... my love.� I want to watch my sexy chaperone get fucked like a bitch-dog."

"Sandy!� Darling, please, don't do this," Lori begged.

Sandy put her face beside Lori's and whispered in her ear.� "I'll stay right beside you... hold your hand."

"Oh, gawd no... no... no," Lori begged.

"You're going to love it, I know you will."

Goose bumps started at Lori's hands and slowly ascended upwards, up her arms and shoulders until they reached the back of her scalp and the top of her head.� She sensed, then felt, someone moving behind her rear-end.� Lori couldn't move her head or look behind, as Sandy held her steady.� The girl had a strong hold of her hair and she held Lori's head pointing straight ahead.� "Yes, I'll stay beside you so you can whisper in my ear.� I want to hear what you have to say when Brad and Jeremy screw you."

"Dear gawd, Sandy!� You aren't serious?"

Suddenly Lori felt her skirt lifted and rolled forward until it was bunched around her slim waist.� "Brad wants your slutty pussy first.� Do you remember last time?"� Sandy cocked her head and stared into Lori's teary eyes.� "I do!� Last time you acted like a total slut."

Lori started to sweat like crazy.� The girl stated the truth and it embarrassed Lori very much knowing she had lost control.� What made it even worse was that it happened more than once.� "Please, no... no."

Lori felt hands on her knees and they were spread wide enough so that her entire backside was exposed to the perpetrator.� Her head was tilted upward and she stared into the dark, mystic eyes of her teenage mistress.� Lori desperately wanted to beg Sandy for sympathy, but she knew it was useless.

Lori felt despondent when the boy positioned himself for penetration.� Her tension built as Brad's cock slowly pried her labia apart, with a slow deliberate seduction.� She whimpered helplessly as Brad nestled the head of his engorged penis into her inviting pussy.� "Can you feel it?� Can you feel Brad's cock?"� Sandy was overly excited and her voice seemed to quiver.� "Brad's cock... can you feel it?"

Brad held perfectly still with his cock-head parting her pussy lips.� All Lori could do was to hold her breath.� Then she felt the penis-head slid up and down the long, narrow slit until the head glistened with lubrication.

As Lori waited for the cock to slide up inside her, Sandy made her feel totally submissive.� The girl curled her forefinger and stuck the bent knuckle into Lori's mouth.� "You're going to need something to bite down on when Brad sticks his big cock inside your cunt.� I just love watching you with Brad," Sandy whispered, holding the intense stare.� "Last time... was amazing!"

Brad pushed his hips forward just enough so that the head of his cock went into the sweet honey-hole.� His girlfriend had instructed him and he followed the script to perfection.� He pulled back and then pushed his cock against Lori's vulnerable control switch.� He wasn't satisfied with merely pushing on the clit and he used his fingers to ruin Lori's determination.� Brad bent over and reached around her hips.� His hand started at her belly and slithered backwards into the growing wetness.

When his fingers pulled the gorgeous clitoris out of the puffy labia and rolled it around furiously, Lori's hips jerked wildly.� Then Brad shoved his hips at Lori's ass and he felt the drastic heat surround the first three or four inches of his pecker.� Keeping his fingers on her clitty, Brad kept rolling it around and around, which brought a valiant protest from Lori.

"Sandy, oh please, Sandy, make him stop."

"But you should see the look on Brad's face.� He looks happy... real happy."

"No, please no."

"Oh baby, what does that feel like?"

"No, no, no!"

"Tell me again.� Tell me how Brad's so much bigger than your husband.� Remember... you told me that the first time Brad fucked you."

"No, no, no!"

"Oh yes, you said it and now you're going to say it again... again... and again."

"Sandy, no, please no."

Sandy quickly jerked Lori's head up and down.� Then she kissed her on the lips before pulling back so she could stare back into Lori's bewildered eyes.� "I'm waiting... and you know it's best not to make me mad.� Say it!"

The she-devil stepped away then gave the order, "Fuck her!"� All of a sudden her entire body flinched and jerked so hard that her knees bounced on the floor as Brad thrust his hips at her ass like a madman, ramming his cock to the hilt.� All the air came out of her lungs and her tongue flew out of her mouth in violent fashion.� With her belly full of teenage cock, her stomach churned in trepidation.

Sandy stepped up to again, placing her bare foot in Lori's face.� Lifting her chin by her foot she demanded that she respond. "I don't hear you, slut!"�

This time Lori was unable to fight off the girl's humiliating command.� "Dear gawd, it's big... so big.� His thing... cock is so big," Lori moaned.� "It's big... much bigger.� Oh gawd, bigger than Andy's."

Sandy smiled at her and Lori noticed the girl's satisfaction.� "Yes!� I knew my slave would tell Mistress... tell me that she's a slut and wants nothing more than Brad's big cock."� Then she reached down and jerked Lori's head again demanding more.� "Now, are you going to cum... cream all over Bradley's cock?"

"No, gawd no!"

"Oh, but you are... or else!"

The threat was well inferred and Lori felt a disparaging spasm deep in the pit of her belly.� The boy gave her swollen clitty one last squeeze and then he put his hands around her waist.� Brad held her in an iron grip as he began using her.� Every time he thrust his cock into her, he pulled back with all of his might.� Her ass slammed into the boy's crotch and the slapping sound highlighted the affair.� "Say it, Lori.� Talk to me!"

She didn't know what else to do.� "Oh, gawd no.� His cock... it's so deep.� Inside of me... so deep," Lori moaned in desperation.� "So deep... deep... inside..."

Sandy kept the secure grip on her hair and jerked Lori's head, demanding more.� "You're going to do it... aren't you?� Aren't you?"�

An enormous spasm rocked her fragile confidence.� It started deep inside her tummy and then Brad pounded her hard and deep.� His cock sliced through her cervix and embedded in her womanly chamber.� "Oh, my gawd, no!� I can't... just can't."� Lori felt the familiar tremors deep inside of her womanly being and knew she had passed the point of no return.� Again she wondered why?� Why couldn't she hold back and prolong the orgasm, which seemed to be so untimely?

"Are you Brad's slut?"

"Gawd no... no, please stop."

"C'mon Mommy... do it with a teenager.� Do it with a teenage boy young enough to be your ***!"

Lori heard the girl and her brain froze, as convulsions rocked her entire body.� She stared straight ahead into the eyes of the devil and felt utter defeat.� "Humph, huuumph," Lori gasped.� "I can't... I can't... gawd, I can't stop!"

"I see it!� Mommy is fucking the boy," Sandy hissed at the distraught woman.

At no time did Lori consider succumbing to the ****** lust, but the girl was far too shrewd for her.� She was a ******, a wife and a mature woman.� "Oh fuck... oh fuck... I can't stop fucking."

"That's it, Mommy.� Fuck Bradley... be his whore-mommy!"

Hearing it was too much.� Her willpower was immense, but nothing compared to Sandy's devious techniques.� The girl licked her lips and motioned for Lori to say something.� Lori couldn't talk and all she could do was moan and make all kinds of ****** sounds.� Her orgasm exploded, as the ***** pounded in her head, making her temples throb madly.� She was fully aware that Brad was filling her womanly domain with his youthful seed, but nothing seemed to matter anymore.

Lori rode the out of control train of ecstasy until the boy's hips quieted enough so she could breathe again.� She gasped for much needed air and knew it was too late for any type of salvation.� Lori would always remember having the strangest emotions when Brad pulled away.� It felt like he belonged inside of her and when his pecker slipped out, she sensed her spirit going with him.

Suddenly she had other things to worry about.� For weeks Jeremy had listened to his best friend brag about having sex with the sexiest woman ever.� Jeremy simply thought Brad's talking was all bull****, as he knew of Brad's ongoing inability to crack open Sandy's pussy.� However the live sex-show he'd just witnessed left no doubt that his buddy was actually telling the truth.� If anything, Brad had understated the sexiness of the slut MILF.

Lustfully enraged from watching his friend's illustrious fucking, it was now his turn.� Jeremy stared at the heavenly jewel between Lori's legs dripping his friend's seed and his eyes couldn't get any bigger.� He moved forward until he was inches behind the shivering goddess before he paused.� Sorely tempted to merely mount the powerless woman and fuck her, Jeremy knew his stamina was extremely limited.� He was overly excited and realized that he would last but a few moments with his cock sheathed inside the hot cunt of the bare-assed woman.

In his mind Jeremy could hear his buddy taunting him about a hair-trigger and he wasn't about to allow that.� Quickly he made a decision of having Lori blow him and then rely on his quick recuperative powers.� Jeremy hoped he wouldn't even lose his full erection before being ready to go again.� That was what Rachel liked about him the best, his ability to maintain a hard-on for the longest time.� Jeremy relished the power of a virile teenage man-boy at his sexual peak.

Without warning, Lori was hauled up off he floor into a kneeing position where she was immediately confronted with another hard male organ for servicing.� At her side was her nemesis, the she-devil taunting her to the max.� "Time to suck Jeremy's cock, slut.� Go for it.� Show this boy what an older, expert cocksucker like you can do.� Suck him!"

Lori faced an ongoing dilemma.� She wanted to bolt and run from this nightmare, yet she had the strongest urge to stay.� The aroused teenager brushed her lips with his manly cock, sending panic through Lori, as she tried not to submit.� No, she wouldn't do it; they couldn't make her!� The abrupt searing pain of her hair being yanked again proved to be her demise.� When her mouth opened for a dire scream, Jeremy stuffed his cock in her gapping mouth.� The boy slammed his hard meat into the back of her throat and he made her gag.

Lori's hell ensued when Jeremy used her ears as handles.� He roughly yanked her head back and forth, driving his impressive cock to the back of her throat with each ****** thrust.� Lori gagged each time, as she fought for air, and her mouth filled with saliva.� Each thrust caused the saliva to turn into frothy foam, which soon bubbled from her mouth, running down her chin and onto her chest.� All the time her mouth was being raped, Lori heard the other three teens shouting encouragement to Jeremy and yelling insults to her.

"Go, man.� Fuck her... fuck her good."

"Suck'm mommy... suck your teenage cock."

"Holy ****, Jeremy.� Your fucking cock is all the way in."

"Good slut.� Spit all over that big cock."

"Go, man, ram your cock down her throat."

"More!� More spit.� Cover that big dick with spit."

"Holy fuck.� You're actually doing it.� Shooting your load down her throat, man."

"Oh, slut! �You've got boy-juice all over your tits."

"You lucky bastard.� I wish she was sucking me off."

"That's the greatest blowjob.� Lori, you're the best."

"You lucky bastard.� Your big fucking cock looks good in her mouth."

"Just wait, slut.� Wait for what Jeremy has next for you... and your slutty cunt."

"Do it, man.� Empty your balls in her mouth."

"Oh, slut.� You're going to make me happy... aren't you?� You're going to fuck my boyfriend and cream all over his big prick... aren't you?

Lori had never been ******ly used like that before.� The boy wasn't at all interested in her oral talents, only in getting his rocks off, as quickly as possible.� She was thankful when the face-fucking rapidly ended with the release of a flood of nut-juice into her greedy mouth.� Her throat had been battered, making it hard to swallow.� The majority of the boy's cum, mixed with saliva, dripped from her mouth in a long beard-like strand that seemed to defy gravity.

Jeremy released her and in a daze Lori rocked back crushed and defeated.� She still heard the taunts and even though her eyes were closed, she detected the flash of the camera documenting her shame.� Lori's only solace was that it was over, or so she thought.� Her reprieve was brief.� Much to her duress, she was once again manhandled to the floor and positioned like a dog to be fucked.�

The moment his still hard pecker touched the heated flesh of the MILF's swollen cunt, he thought his heart would burst out of his chest.� When he moved his hips forward slightly, the head of his cock pushed on the prettiest pussy lips.� His body started shaking when he noticed the lips spread and then he felt the fiery pit.

Jeremy had never felt heat like it.� He'd experienced a number of girlie-fucks, but had never experienced a hot-*****ed woman like Lori before.� The girls let him touch them with his cock, even let him insert some inside their precious pussies, but they never let him climax in their honey holes.� They always jerked him off because of being too afraid of getting pregnant.� All of a sudden he thrust forward and stiffened when the intense heat surrounded the entire length of his swollen cock.� His brain went into overload, as Jeremy realized his cock was fully embedded inside a real woman.

Lori moaned out loud feeling more and more distressed by what was happening.� Her spirit was broken and she was well aware of the fact.� Suddenly Sandy was saying something.� "Now I'm going to see if you really want summer camp to remain a secret," the girl whispered.� "Do you want me to give you all of the pictures?"

"Oh yes!� Dear gawd, yes," Lori pleaded.

"Don't worry about Rachel taking more," Sandy said.� "Since I already have pictures of you fucking Bradley... more with Jeremy won't matter."

Abruptly there were many flashes of brilliant light and Lori had a dreadful feeling in the pit of her stomach.� "Please.� No more, please no."

"I love how you are so submissive," Sandy said.� "Do you like being my slave?"

Lori felt a big shock, as a jolt of electricity shot through her body.� Somehow she was determined to fight back.� "No.� Your threats are ******* me to do what you say... otherwise I wouldn't be here."

"That's not what it looks like to me," Sandy whispered.� The girl was having fun and she wanted to taunt and tease her slave.� "I think you like getting fucked by a real stud for a change."

"No!� You're wrong."

Sandy was shrewd and knew what it took to destroy Lori's will.� "We all watched you experience an orgasm with Brad.� You climaxed like a cheap slut," Sandy said.� Then the girl cupped Lori's chin in her hand and jerked the woman's head upward in violent fashion.� Their eyes met and Sandy conveyed strength and power.� "Are you telling me that you didn't like it... having sex with Brad?"

Lori was lost.� She didn't know what to say or how to respond to the girl.� The words came out of her mouth without thinking and she tried not to incriminate herself.� "You ****** me... to do it."

Sandy jerked Lori's head up a little higher and severely arched the woman's back.� Then she grabbed a handful of hair.� "You climaxed!� You came all over Bradley's cock like a slut... didn't you?"

"But you ****** me.� You made me cum," Lori said.� Suddenly Sandy yanked on her hair and almost pulled some out of her head.� Lori's response was swift.� "Gawd yes, it was fantastic.� I did it.� I climaxed!� Are you happy?"

Lori stared into the dark, unyielding eyes and knew the girl was not content.� "Was it as good as with your husband?� As good as with Andy?"� Sandy held her captive in a viselike grip, demanding Lori respond.� "Well?"

Lori's back was arched and it sort of raised her hips so they were at a perfect angle for Jeremy.� His hands surrounded her slim waist and he clawed her tender flesh in desperation.� It was the first time in his life that he had actual intercourse and Jeremy wanted it to last forever.� "Not yet, oh fuck, not yet," cried the overly excited boy.

Sandy glared at Lori.� "Well... was it better with Bradley?"

"But... dear gawd, yes!� It was good... so good, so good with Brad," Lori moaned.� Suddenly she felt the desperation of Jeremy who was madly screwing her as if he was a sex maniac.� "Sandy!� Oh please, not again.� I just can't."

"Oh, but you will... again and again."

"No, please make him stop."

"Don't you want to make me happy?"

"Yes... no!� Yes!"

"Then you will do it for me... every time I ask."

"Please, don't make me."

"You should see Jeremy.� My Lord, he's fucking you like a ********* He's pounding your slutty cunt like a sex maniac."

Lori knew exactly what Jeremy was doing.� "Oh gawd, make him stop, please!"

"Do you know how to make him stop?"

"No?"

The teen squeezed hard on her waist and he yanked her body backwards every time he thrust his pecker deep into her inner being.� Jeremy was huffing and puffing and everyone knew he was getting close.�

"Okay, Mommy.� It's time to show mistress.� Fuck your teenage-stud."

"Stop.� Please stop, my gawd."

"That's it, my love.� Fuck your stud for Mistress.� Do it Mommy!"

"Sandy, please make it stop."

Sandy held her head steady while holding the deadly stare.� Then she swooped forward and kissed Lori hard on the lips before pulling back.� "I've never seen a gangbang... never watched a slut get her brains fucked out by more than one guy.� Holy sweet fuck, I think you're ready... almost ready for another good fucking."

Lori felt totally helpless.� Her body was pinned between the teenage boy and the she-devil mistress.� Suddenly the girl licked her face in a gross fashion, but it merely aroused Lori to a higher degree.� Her whole body was on fire.� Her inner core was ablaze with the flames licking the boy's cock like a burning hell.

Jeremy grunted and Sandy realized there was no more time.� The girl reached under the twisting torso and at the same time ordered her girlfriend to act.� "Rachel... grab her tits.� You know what to do... squeeze those gorgeous nipples and make our mommy happy," Sandy said.� "I'll take care of her clitty.� Grab'em, honey!� Wait till you see it.� She'll be creaming all over Jeremy's prick in no time... just wait for it!"

The ****** woman cried out in pleasure and pain as her nipples were inflamed.� Rachel rolled them around with her determined fingers while frantically pulling them out to the sides.� Sandy instantly grabbed the precious gem between Lori's legs, which was already throbbing like crazy.� She put the clitoris between her fingers and squeezed as hard as she could.� It was the most dramatic conclusion witnessed by three of Jeremy's friends.� Lori's hips shoved backwards to alleviate the extreme pain from Sandy's assault and Jeremy rammed his hips forward with all of his brute strength.

Sandy couldn't tell who climaxed first.� Lori's mouth flew open when her womanhood was filled with a man-sized cock and Jeremy's eyes popped out of his head.� Sandy kissed her slave and used her tongue tauntingly, as if she was Lori's lover.� Then she rolled the captured clitty around and around until Lori lost all hope for any reprieve.� Lori's first buck of her hips was swift and short, but the second was the beginning of a full-blown orgasm.

Lori felt the teen's cock in her belly and she coated it with womanly juices.� Then the crazed teenage girl jerked her head around, demanding an immediate verbal response.� "Dear gawd, not again.� I... I can't... I can't stop."

Sandy felt totally supreme and in complete control.� "You know what you have to do... what to say!"

"I'm... I'm cumming.� Dear gawd, I'm cumming... so good, I'm cumming," Lori moaned as her body shuddered.� "Again... I'm cumming again."

Jeremy was so close, but he desperately didn't want it to end.� "Sweet Jesus... it's so good.� Her cunt is so hot... so fucking hot."

"That's it buddy.� Fuck her, man.� Holy fuck!� She's cumming all over your dick.� Fuck her Jerr; Do it man... fuck her," Brad growled at his friend.

Lori stared into the girl's eyes knowing she had lost.� "Not again.� Dear gawd, I can't stop.� I'm cumming," she moaned.� "It's so good... soooo good."

She was almost over the top when Sandy proved the ultimate mistress.� "Hang on, my love.� Jeremy's ready!� He's going to fill you up with jizz."

Lori's hips went out of control and she managed to push backwards knowing it would drive the teen's cock to the hilt.� She felt the boy go crazy with lust and Lori would never forget joining him in sin.� She spoke knowing what Sandy wanted to hear.� "Oh gawd, It's so good... I'm cumming good... soooo good.� Gawd Sandy, I can't stop."

Then Lori merely grunted and groaned, as the lust robbed her sanity.� The spasms were so powerful that her body went into overdrive and she became a sex-toy for another teenager.� She vaguely heard Rachel cheering on her boyfriend and telling him to make the gangbang even more dramatic.� Jeremy's thrusts were out of sync and he erratically rammed his hips at Lori's body, as his orgasm exploded.� His stamina was profound for someone so inexperienced, but suddenly there was no more holding back.

The only thing Lori could do at the end was collapse.� She fell onto her stomach and lay prone for the longest time, or that's what it felt like to her.� There was movement around her, but Lori was no longer concerned for her safety.� Sandy who had proven too strong had defeated her, so when the girl whispered in her ear, Lori merely listened.� "Guess what, my love?� There is more... lots more," Sandy said.

Then the girl grabbed Lori's shoulders and helped her sit up.� "You get to lick some teenage pussy.� Rachel's so fucking hot after watching her boyfriend fuck your cunt... and now she needs some lovin'."

"Please... dear gawd, Sandy.� I can't take any more... no more," Lori pleaded.

"I sure hope Andy doesn't expect you home early... because you still have pussy to eat and cock to suck," Sandy said.� "Plus I'm sure the boys will both want to fuck you again."

"No, I can't do any more... no more," Lori pleaded.

The next hour of blackmail sex would remain engrained in Lori's mind.� It was a roller coaster of erotic desire and Lori's emotions slowly climbed the steep hill of ecstasy before rocketing down the slippery slope of shameful lust.� She remembered being impaled on Brad's magnificent cock, fucking the well-hung teen boy, believing she didn't have a choice.� Brad mauled her tits, yet Lori shamefully yearned for him to ****** her even more.

Lori recalled probably the most embarrassing details.� Brad's cock remained buried deeply inside of her when Sandy grabbed her shoulders, bending her backwards.� The girl ****** Lori onto her back over Brad's legs and then she did the unthinkable.� Sandy sat on Lori's face, grinding her soaked pussy and ass into an older woman's face.� What happened would always send shivers through Lori when she remembered how Sandy used her for self-gratification.

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Moments later she was prone and between Rachel's widespread legs.� She tongued Rachel with a growing confidence when the teenager responded with a quivering eagerness.� The tongue-lashing was skillful and one that the girl couldn't withstand for very long.� Lori sensed that Rachel was getting close so she swooped in for the ******* She put her mouth around the girl's entire clitty and sucked the throbbing bud into her hot mouth.� Lori licked the girl's rubbery clitoris until Rachel displayed a dramatic willingness to reach an orgasm.

Just as she tasted Rachel's love juices, Sandy attacked.� The girl shoved Lori's legs apart and then she acted like a violent ********* Sandy watched her girlfriend's body arch, as her torso rose high in the air.� She knew Rachel was a scant moment away from total ********** to her overpowering desire.� Abruptly Sandy rammed two fingers into Lori's opening and heard the woman yell.� The quivering morsel inside Lori's mouth muffled her scream and Rachel was the benefactor, as sharp teeth clamped down on her clitty.

Lori knew Rachel was climaxing and she didn't have to do anything, as the girl's internal organs were in severe convulsions.� Suddenly her own cunt belonged to the she-devil blackmailer.� Sandy finger-fucked her, easily overcoming any resistance Lori offered.� The girl used both hands, one for fucking and one for ******ing the vulnerable clitty.� Sandy curled her fingers that were buried deep inside the honey pit and found the susceptible G-spot.

Suddenly Sandy raked the spot with her middle finger while pinching hard with her other hand.� Her fingers surrounded the throbbing bud and squeezed it until she heard the desired groan of protest.� All of a sudden Brad rubbed his manly cock all over Lori's face.� First he cleaned the seeping cum off on one cheek before rolling his prick to Lori's other blushing cheek.� The boy then poked her with the end of his cock making sure to ****** every part of her head and neck.

Abruptly her stamina came into question.� Her hips were moving and Lori didn't know why.� The finger-fucking was professional and one that Lori would not forget.� Sandy fucked her hard without displaying any pity or remorse.� "That's it Mrs. B.� Lori!� Your husband never has to know that you're my slave," Sandy whispered.� "I'm going to rip one more out of your cunt... before making you suck cock."

Lori was too occupied trying to stave off yet another orgasm.� She heard the disparaging remarks, but there was nothing she could do.� The girl's finger-fucking continued and Lori desperately wanted to move her arms.� She wanted to grab Sandy's hands and stop the ***********, but Lori knew that serious repercussions would result.� "That's it lover.� Fuck all over my fingers," Sandy hissed.� "I just love the way you fuck when I finger your cunt... and when Brad fucks you with his big cock."

Sandy felt the telltale signs of lost control.� She increased the finger pumping, raking the G-spot and constantly pinching the clit until she noticed Lori's eyes roll back into her head.� The orgasm was shameful, yet Lori couldn't stop the girl from yanking it out of her guts.� Suddenly there was a cock in her ear and Brad used his pecker to destroy her last sliver of willpower.� The girl's hands moved at lightning speed and the boy gave her severe shocks with his lightning rod.

The river of womanly cum ran freely and Lori shuddered knowing she was under the complete control of Mistress Sandy.� Her appalling actions continued when Sandy ordered her to suck her boyfriend's cock.� Lori obediently gave Brad a blowjob and again the boy filled her belly with his teenage sperm.� If that wasn't bad enough, Sandy made her do it with Jeremy and the roller coaster raced again.� Lori had no sooner swallowed all of the boy's molten lava when Sandy reached the end of her own stamina.� The girl craved an orgasm in the worst way, so she ravaged her submissive captive, and ****** Lori to perform another act of cunnilingus.

The night ended in dramatic fashion.� Lori panicked when she heard loud noises coming from the upstairs when Brad's parents came home a little early.� There was a mad scurry with everyone trying to find their clothes and it only took Lori less than one minute to get dressed.� Luckily there was a back door that offered a measure of privacy without going past Brad's parents.� Everyone rushed out of the house while Brad went upstairs to engage his parents, so they wouldn't become suspicious.

Lori was relieved that the teens drove her straight home.� She thought the drive would end her traumatic turmoil, but again the blackmailing teen proved her wrong.� Lori huddled in the backseat sitting between two well-built teenage boys.� Just as the car rounded the last corner and drove into the block Lori lived on, the car came to an abrupt stop.� Lori's heart pounded frantically as she waited.� She stared down the block and could see the front door of her home.

Sandy turned the car off and the lights out.� They were three or four doors from Lori's place, yet it seemed like miles to a desperate woman.� Suddenly Sandy leaned over the front seat and peered into Lori's eyes.� "I hope you don't think it's over," the girl whispered.� "I'm sure we have time for one more... once more where Rachel and I can watch Mommy cum all over the cock of her teenage lover."

The girl's eyes burned a hole through her, but Lori couldn't look away.� She stared into Sandy's eyes and could see the power, the determination and mostly the overwhelming lust for supreme control.� Lori summoned up the last shred of willpower in her disillusioned mind to look away from the dark, unyielding eyes and she looked down the block to her only safe-haven.� The house was dark, which meant Andy had gone to bed, and the quiet, serene setting seemed to give her hope.

"You think it's over... that I can't blackmail you now," Sandy whispered, with her voice deep and very commanding.� "You've been very obedient, so far.� Done everything I've asked, but there's more."

Lori started to shake and some doubt crept into her head.� "Sandy, my dear ******** Please!� I've done everything you've asked... and more," she whispered, trying to sound more mature and older.� "Let me go home and I'll forget all about tonight."

It was as if the girl didn't hear.� "Rachel and I have to see it one more time.� We want to watch Mommy get fucked by her teenage lover," Sandy said.� "You're going to show me how much you love being my slave.� Remember how you climaxed when you sat on top of Bradley's cock that first time in the backseat?"

Lori's entire body shivered and it wasn't because of the cold.� "Never!� Never, never, never!� I can't do anymore.� Please, let me out of the car," she whispered.� She twisted and struggled in a futile attempt to get free of the two overpowering teenage boys.� Lori had made up her mind that the blackmail was over.� She vowed to resist with all of the remaining strength left in her battered body.

Sandy witnessed Lori's determination and she decided to prove her dominance once and for all.� "You know how much I love watching you fight me.� How much I love watching you try to stop the blackmail," she whispered.� "Do you remember that first time... months ago with Brad in the backseat?� How you creamed like a nymph?"

Lori glared at Sandy, realizing the girl was right.� It seemed the harder she fought, the more Sandy enjoyed the conquest, but she vowed to fight.� Lori became more resolved to make things different.� She reasoned that being a mature woman, a parent, and a responsible adult would be enough to defeat an inferior teenager.� Lori locked eyes with the devil and she set her jaw in a strong, determined manner.� "Never!� I won't do anything more," she whispered.

"Lori.� You're my devoted slave.� You'll obey... or else," Sandy hissed and the grin on the girl's face sent panic through Lori's confused mind.

"No.� I've done enough."

"Lori.� You're going to cum one more time.� Climax all over Bradley's cock one more time."

"No.� No!"� Lori's voice was shaking when she replied.� Then she reached across Jeremy and tried to open the car door.

All of a sudden her heart stopped cold.� The abrupt sound of a loud car horn echoed in the quiet night and thankfully it was a very brief honk.� "If you don't obey, I'll blow this horn until everyone in the entire neighborhood comes outside to see what their darling Lori is doing," Sandy said.� "Do you want your neighbors to see you now?"

Lori froze with her hand on the door handle.� She hastily glanced around at all of the houses to see if any lights came on.� She was frantic and let out a sigh of relief when she noticed nothing.� Her heart pounded like mad and she was more afraid than at any time in her life.� "Please, dear gawd, Sandy, please don't."

"That's better.� Now if you obey... obey every order without a seconds delay, I won't wakeup your neighbors," Sandy said.� "Take off your blouse!"� The girl's voice was commanding and so unsympathetic it left Lori with only one option.

In an instant Lori was topless.� She sat up straight in the backseat and returned Sandy's intense glare, too afraid to look away.� Suddenly hands were all over her breasts, but Lori didn't take her eyes off Sandy's to see which teen was fondling her boobs.� "Dear gawd, this can't be happening," she cried silently to herself.

"I asked you... do you remember that first time in the backseat with Brad.� When you acted like a trollop and creamed all over his cock?"

"Yes.� Dear gawd, yes."

All of a sudden Sandy drove the final nail in Lori's coffin.� "The only way to stop me from blowing this horn is to make me happy," she said.� Then the girl pretended to reach for the horn.� "I'll lean on the horn until your husband comes out to see what's happening if you don't obey."

"Please don't.� I'll do it... anything you say.� Just don't blow the horn."

"Fuck!� I'll never get tired of watching you orgasm with Bradley's cock buried in your belly," Sandy whispered.� "If you fuck Brad... sit on his cock and fuck him until you cream, I won't sound the horn."

"But... what if I can't cum?"� Lori was despondent thinking about how her neighbors could find her with four teenagers.

"Then I'll blow the fucking horn until Andy comes out to see your bare ass riding Brad's big cock," Sandy whispered matter-of-factly.� "And you better climax before Brad... or else!"

Lori would be able to look back on the session as the most humiliating, demoralizing event in her life.� She whipped her skirt up to her waist and then jumped on top of Brad's lap.� He had already lowered his pants leaving no doubt as to what was about to happen.� Lori faced the teenager, exactly as ordered by his girlfriend, and even rubbed her tits in his face when ordered to do so.� When Sandy told her to ****** and caress her own boobs and nipples, Lori willingly did it with as much passion as possible.

Lori would remember acting like a puppet, as Sandy pulled her strings.� She followed every command and her thoughts never strayed from the image of Sandy's hand reaching for the car horn.� Suddenly Sandy directed her to hold Brad's cock straight up in the air and then she was ordered to balance on her knees over top of the extended arrow.� At the time Lori glanced downward to witness her dainty fist around the thick meat, as she held Brad's oversized cock at the doorway of her heart.

"Not yet.� Hold it there and rub the head all over your slutty cunt.� Don't put Brad's beautiful cock in your dirty hole yet," Sandy ordered.� "I want you to beat that dirty clitty until you're ready... ready for a good fucking."

Lori obeyed without any hesitation.� She rubbed Brad's penis back and forth along her entire pussy slit before concentrating on the *********** of her precious clitoris.� The cock-head was covered with oil and it was easy to roll the winged clitty around while putting more and more pressure on the little bud.� All of a sudden she heard the dire command.� "Sit down.� Sit on Brad's cock and shove his meat into your mommy-belly."

There was the slightest hesitation when Lori placed the flared head at her opening, but then she let her torso sink all the way down.� The thick pole slipped into her defenseless cavity and she felt her entire being filled with the burning poker.� Lori felt stimulated, but certainly not enough passion to reach an orgasm.� She rode the stallion like a mare in heat, rocking her hips back and forth with a desperation so profound it made her extremely anxious.

Lori was unaware that her boobs were robbing Brad's stamina.� She bounced on his lap and her succulent tits rolled and jiggled mere inches in front of his flushed face.� Brad watched the enormous nipples brush past his face, as Lori rode his prick, and he tried to catch one or the other with his mouth.� Suddenly he was successful and sucked her left nipple into his mouth and held it firmly with his sharp teeth.� Lori cried out, as the sudden capture not only surprised her, but it hurt when Brad bit down harder than he intended.

"Rachel!� Look at Bradley.� I think he's almost there.� He's almost ready to fill Mommy with his cum," Sandy said, sending a threatening message to Lori.� "If he does cum... before Mommy, I'll blow the fucking horn so loud it'll bring neighbors from miles around."

All of a sudden Lori panicked.� She felt the teen's hips jerk, as he trust madly trying to reach the coveted end of her love-canal, and knew there wasn't much time.� Her arms were extended with her hands resting on Brad's shoulders for balance and she abruptly sat up as straight as possible.� Lori swiftly let go of the teen's shoulders and she shoved her right hand into her crotch.� She knew exactly what to do, as masturbation was not uncommon to her.� Deftly her fingers slipped into the wetness and instantly seized the throbbing clitoris.� She skillfully placed the clit between her fingers and started to vibrate her hand at blazing speed.

Her head rolled to the side and she caught a vision of Sandy out the corner of her eye.� The girl was smiling, which made Lori happy, but it was her arm that turned Lori's stomach to jelly.� Sandy's arm was outstretched with her hand resting on the steering wheel.� Lori could see Sandy pretending to press on the horn and she hoped the girl was faking.

Lori would remember the spectacular climax, as not only traumatic, but as one of the best ever.� Sandy's timing was perfect.� She must have noticed the initial jerks of Lori's pelvis, as the first tremors rocked her body.� Then the girl swiftly too charge.� Sandy grabbed a full handful of the hair on the back of Lori's head and yanked real hard.� She pulled Lori's head backwards, towards the front seat, which caused the woman's neck and back to become severely arched.

Lori quickly moved both hands up to her head in a futile effort to stop Sandy and ease the ruthless hair pulling.� The girl held Lori's head steady with the woman's teary eyes staring straight up at the car's roof.� As quick as Lori's hand left her crotch, Jeremy's replaced it.� The teen put the dangling clitoris in his strong fingers and squeezed, while jiggling his hand back and forth rapidly.� At the same time Brad put his big hands around Lori's waist and he fucked the daylights out of her.

Everything happened at the same time.� Lori's fragile endurance exploded into a full-blown orgasm.� Her mouth hung wide open, as her arched neck pulled down on her lower jaw.�� Lori struggled to get enough air through her constricted throat and all she could do was utter groans of ****** ecstasy.� It was easy after the first thousand spasms.� Her disillusioned mind went into fantasyland and she let the dramatic orgasm flood all of her emotions, without trying to avoid the demoralizing outcome.

Nothing mattered after the violent explosion in her deepest being.� "Look!� Mommy has her teenage cock.� Rachel... look.� Mommy's cumming... she's having an orgasm!"� Lori heard the devastating remarks, but she was long past the point of caring.� The teenage boy yanked downwards on her quivering hips and then he rammed his pecker into her belly.� Again and again Brad pumped his cock into her delicate being.

Suddenly sex was different.� Sex with Brad and even Jeremy was not the same, as intercourse used to be.� Lori would forever envision the youthful magnificent manhood; she would forever fantasize what the boys' cock felt like in her hands and she would forever be a slave to having the big cock deep inside her womanly domain.� Her body jerked and thrashed out of control on top of the teenager's lap, yet her mind was at peace in erotic bliss.

When the last tremor subsided within Lori's fragile epicenter, Sandy demanded one more punishing proposal.� Lori willingly obeyed the girl.� She reached into Jeremy pants and pulled out his stiff, throbbing prick.� The boy was definitely ready for a blowjob after watching the memorable session his buddy had just completed.� He laid back into the corner of the backseat and spread his legs out across half the seat.

Jeremy stared at the illustrious act.� His eyes bulged, as the dainty hands surrounded his thick shaft, and he marveled at how Lori managed to get both hands on his erection.� He saw two or three inches poking out above Lori's top hand and then the meat disappeared into the hottest mouth.� There was instant gratification when the sexy woman sucked on his cock.� Lori's tongue rolled around the flared head ensuring to lightly caress the most sensitive rim around the base of the bulbous head.

Lori expected to hear lots of laughter from Sandy's sarcasm.� That was not the case, as both boys were overjoyed with their sexy goddess, and they didn't want to upset her.� Rachel was too excited and somehow overly aroused from watching the fuck session and then the blowjob her boyfriend received.� Sandy let out a giggle, but then she felt a little sad that the night was actually finished.� Her power struggle was over and now she would have to plan for another.

Lori got out of the car and staggered to her feet.� It must have appeared like a hostage return after an abduction, as the car sped away leaving a battered victim.� Lori was left standing in her front yard, shivering and shaking like crazy, as if it was cold outside.� She glanced down at her skirt in awe.� The garment was wrinkled and had stains all over the dark material.� It seemed silly to wipe the spots away, yet she did her best to make the skirt look okay.

Her legs trembled when she went to the house.� As long as she lived, Lori would never forget what happened.� She sneaked into the house like a cat burglar and quietly made her way to the bedroom.� The room was dark and she managed to get into the bathroom before the extreme anxiety got the best of her.� She left the lights off and it was easy to undress without Andy noticing her soiled attire.� He also wouldn't realize she wasn't wearing undies, which made Lori feel better.

Lori quickly took off the blouse and skirt and purposely hid them in the clothes hamper.� Suddenly she felt a trickle of cream running from her belly and she quickly wiped the cum up with a used towel.� She ran her tongue around her lips and a shiver shot through her body when she tasted the remnants of male essence.� Then Lori reached for her customary, oversized t-shirt that she wore to bed every night.

All of a sudden Lori froze.� "Hurry up love... come here.� I've been waiting all night for you," Andy said.� "I'm so goddamn horny and need some loving.� You won't need anything on... not tonight!"

Lori grudgingly forgot the shirt and slowly exited the bathroom.� She felt extremely damp between her legs and her mouth had a taste of guilt and shame.� Knowing that she reeked of sex, reluctantly she slipped into bed.� Andy immediately wrapped her in his arms and things got heated very quickly.� Lori's head started spinning out of control with the thought of Andy finding out her secret.� She prayed he wouldn't smell or taste the residue of her infidelity, as her marriage would be over if he discovered she had been unfaithful.� Lori felt his eager hands all over her torso and realized that Andy's only concern was fulfilling his deep need for sex.� His lust grew hotter and with each degree Lori felt more and more secure.

It took awhile, but suddenly Lori felt much better.� She encouraged Andy and tried to satisfy his sexual desire.� Probably the worst moment of the night came when she reached for his manhood.� Lori wrapped her fingers around Andy's cock and the only thing in her head was a vivid visualization of a teenager's cock.� She tightened her grip, but the images were far too illustrious to ignore.� Then Lori felt Andy's hips begin to jerk and shudder and she knew he was getting close.� She sensed his urge to ride her and it was easy to get him on top of her outstretched body.

For the very first time in her life, Lori faked an orgasm.� Her confusion and anxiety were so great that her head started spinning out of control.� Strangely everything seemed reversed.� She was having sex with her husband, but deep inside she was betraying Sandy and Brad.� Lori moaned and uttered familiar sounds of sexual desire hoping Andy believed them.� Then she felt him thrust hard and hold still for a brief moment.

Lori knew her husband was on the verge of an orgasm so she arched her back, throwing her hips at him.� Andy sensed his wife's lust and let go.� Having to wait for hours had turned his stamina into quicksand.� His climax was swift and abrupt.� When it was over, Lori relaxed for the first time in many hours.� Her arms and legs were outstretched and she merely lay spread-eagled on the bed, hoping to fall asleep.

Lori's eyes were closed, but not the movie screen on the back of her eyelids.� Her mind went backwards a few hours to when she was on her hands and knees.� The dream was so real that she felt Sandy's lips next to her ear, as the girl whispered softly.� Her voice was affectionate, yet very unyielding, and Lori recalled having the deepest urge to obey the girl.� Even now in bed with her husband, Lori's tummy quivered, as she remembered what Sandy made her do.

The movie rolled along and then she was aware of Brad.� His magnificent cock was so deep inside of her that Lori only experienced total bliss.� Suddenly the visualization had Sandy ordering her to obey.� Lori remembered how her entire body went into convulsions and how she climaxed exactly as Sandy commanded.

Half asleep and in bed with her husband, Lori's brain drifted through the immoral ecstasy.� Suddenly the orgasm was over and someone else was behind her.� Lori couldn't tell whether it was one minute or one hour later, but Sandy was beside her again and the girl demanded more.� Then she remembered the disparaging remarks that came from not only Sandy, but also her girlfriend.� The teens announced to the world that the mature woman was experiencing an earth-rattling orgasm with Jeremy.� The last recollection of her movie before falling asleep was being taken up the highest mountain of lust in the backseat of a car and then tumbling down the far side into a calm, peaceful valley.

***

Lori would always look back on the relationship with a certain amount of regret.� She definitely regretted succumbing to Sandy's devious blackmail and also being unfaithful to Andy during the whole affair.� What Lori didn't understand was her feelings of remorse now that the affair was actually over.� She should have been extremely happy that Sandy and Brad were moving away to attend university.� Strangely she had a deep yearning in the pit of her tummy that she would miss Sandy and the girl's overpowering demeanor.

The end came quite suddenly.� Lori came home from work where she was confronted by her next door neighbor who she hated with a passion.� Ken Patterson was vulgar and one of the most egotistic, male chauvinists Lori had ever met.� He had been their neighbor for many years and Lori disliked the man from day one.� Ken greeted her, as she drove into her driveway, and she was unable to avoid the man.� "Hi sweetheart.� You're looking very sexy today... Andy is a very lucky man.� We'll have to have a block party one of these days," Ken said, sending tremors up her backbone.

Then he handed her an envelope.� "That sex-kitten whose been visiting you lately, Sandy I think her name is... well she desperately wanted to see you, but couldn't wait.� She left this," Ken said.� "She said her parents were driving her to LA and mentioned some project you two were working on... and how you needed this letter."

Lori's hand shook when she took the envelope from Ken and she could hardly wait to get away from the man.� She could tell he wanted to keep talking, but she quickly scurried away.� Once inside her home, Lori opened Sandy's letter.� She didn't know whether to jump for joy or be sad by the news the girl was going halfway across the country to attend university.� Sandy had applied to the same university as Brad, and they both were accepted, which should have made Lori extremely happy.

Lori managed a big sigh of relief knowing her life was back to normal.� Sandy mentioned in her letter that she was somewhat sorry for the way she acted.� The girl revealed how exciting and tantalizing it was to blackmail Lori, but things had gotten carried away.� Sandy said how she regretted the gangbang session and vowed to keep anything from getting back to Andy.� She reassured Lori that all of the incriminating pictures and movies would be destroyed.

Sandy mentioned how getting rid of the pictures was the only way she could assure her friends didn't continue the sexual charade.� The girl said how she would always consider Lori a dear friend and that she would remain in email contact with her.� All of a sudden someone came in the house and Lori quickly hid the letter in her pocket.� "Mom!� Are you in the kitchen?"

Julia came into the room and Lori smiled at her *********** Then she made a decision of not volunteering for any more summer camps.� Her chaperone days were over and it was time to make amends to her family.� Too bad for Lori that she couldn't foresee the future or else she might be able to change what happened.� Her submissive nature might have been hidden from her devious neighbor and she might have been able to eliminate any more blackmail in her life.


THE END

Excellent story

Merci ami lecteur

Cocu consentant, d'accord ! mais il y a des limites !!!



- Pendant que j'y pense chéri, vendredi soir Raymond offre un pot pour *** départ à la retraite, donc avec ta permission je rentrerais plus tard ...
- Est ce que j'ai l'habitude de te refuser quoique ce soit ?
- Non ! bien sur mais il s'agit d'un apéro dinatoire, çà risque simplement de durer un peu tard dans la soirée
- Accordé ! Tu as la permission de minuit !mais ce Raymond il t'a à la bonne si je ne me trompe ?
- Tu n'es quand même pas jaloux ? Raymond est un excellent copain de boulot, très compétent, sérieux, même si quelques fois il essaie de mater sous mes jupes, il ne m'a jamais manqué de respect .... Il y a pourtant des fois ou j'aurais bien aimé, surtout que bien des femmes au boulot flashent sur lui, pas plus tard qu'il y a deux jours deux nanas discutaient aux lavabos, l'une disait à l'autre ' je mangerais bien du concombre à midi !'- pourquoi tu en as amené ? – non ! Mais on va aller voir Raymond !- ha ! Bonne idée ! Tu viens avec nous Annie ? - oh non merci ! - tu as tort tu sais avec lui quand y'en a pour deux y'en a pour trois !!

- Vous êtes bien toutes des vicieuses au boulot ! mais il a encore le temps de te proposer la botte !
- Non ! Maintenant c'est foutu !!
Le vendredi matin Annie met beaucoup de temps à se pomponner, lorsqu'elle sort de la salle de bain je tousse ! Habillée d'une jupe en jean qui lui arrive à mis cuisses, des bottes aux genoux, un top qui dessine trop merveilleusement sa poitrine, comme d'habitude avant qu'elle ne parte je lui fais un bisou et en même temps je passe une main amicale sous sa jupe ....nous somment au printemps mais c'est tout de même un peu court pour la sai*** ! Et s'il n'y avait que cela, elle a aussi mis des bas auto fixant et un mini string qui couvre à peine ses grandes lèvres....
- Chérie c'est journée portes ouvertes ? tu vas avoir froid ! Quand tu vas te baisser on va voir tes bas ....
- Et alors ? Je ne veux pas passer pour une rabat joie ce soir ! un peu d'excentricité çà ne peut pas tuer, je suis capable de me défendre si je veux !
- Ce qui me fait peur, c'est 'si tu veux '..... Allez, à ce soir chérie, amuse toi bien !
- A ce soir chéri, tu m'attends ? on pourrait finir la soirée en amoureux ...

Le soir en robe de chambre, je me détends en regardant la télé onze heures, pas de nouvelles, le match de foot est fini, alors je mets un d v d de cul ! ma queue se redresse évidement ! vivement que ma femme arrive .... minuit toujours pas d'Annie ! C'est la dernière heure que j'ai retenue après j'ai plongé dans les bras de Morphée alors qu'une femme se faisait prendre en double par deux noirs, çà me fait penser à ma belle qui aimerait bien cette situation, bien que ce ne serait pas une première pour elle !
Soudain je suis réveillé par une voiture qui se gare devant le garage, un coup d'œil à la pendule... plus de trois heures du matin ! j'éteins le lecteur d v d qui est resté allumé, la porte s'ouvre Annie passe devant le salon pour aller vers la salle de bain.
- Ah ! Te voilà chérie !
- Oh ! Tu n'es pas couché ! Excuse-moi mais j'ai eue des imprévus ....
- Au point de te laver ? Approche mon amour viens me faire un bisou !.....woouuuff ! que t'est il arrivée ? Tu es passée sous un camion ? Oh non ! On dirait plutôt que tu as rencontré un régiment d'artilleur ! oh tu pues de la bouche ! Tu as mangé quoi ? Une tarte au foutre ???
Les cheveux ébouriffés, *** rimmel a coulé ce qui lui donne une apparence de clown triste !
- Euuuuuh je vais tout t'expliquer ....
- j'y compte bien !!
- Et si nous allions sur le lit, je suis rompue .....
- OK !
Annie ôte *** top ... première surprise, elle a les seins nus ! La jupe glisse lentement sur ses hanches .... Le string est bien là mais des kleenex mouillés dépassent de la bande étroite de tissu..... Un bas à un accroc ! je la stoppe avant qu'elle ne baisse la culotte et la pousse sur le lit, elle tombe les bras en croix.
- Allez ! raconte, çà dois être croustillant, je veux du détail !
- Comme tu veux.... alors voilà hier soir vers onze heures et demie je m'apprête à prendre congé, je vais pour remercier Raymond ... 'oh Annie j'ai un service à te demander, Henriette devait me donner un coup de main pour débarrasser la salle mais elle est complètement bourrée, des amis l'on raccompagnée, tu peux rester un moment ?çà ne seras pas long.'
- Ca ne m'arrange pas mais bon ok !
Nous avons commencés à débarrasser les tables, finalement deux intérims qui finissent leur contrat ce soir, Jamal et Antonin un maghrébin et un martiniquais se ***t joints à nous je me dépêchais et à un moment donné je me suis penchée sur une table pour attraper des gobelets lorsque Raymond a crié : Arrête Annie ne bouge plus ......
- Que se passe t il ??
- Rassure toi rien de grave mais tout simplement je découvre tes jambes comme jamais je ne les ai vues ! je vois juste au dessus de tes bas, s'il te plait reste un moment comme çà !!
Boff, après tout je ne le reverrais plus, si çà peut lui faire plaisir....
- Tu ne remonterais pas un peu plus ?
- Raymond ! Voyons !..... Pas ici !
Que n'ais je pas dis !
- Tu as rai***, prend deux gobelets propres je prends une bouteille de champagne fraiche allons dans mon bureau, ce sera le plus beau cadeau que j'aurais eu ce soir !..... les gars vous passez un coup de balais et vous pouvez partir !
Comment refuser ? Nous nous sommes retrouvés dans *** bureau débarrassé de tous dossiers, un verre à la main :
- Bon, que veux tu voir de plus ?
- Tu sais ce que j'aimerai ? Un petit striptease ! Tu restes en sous- vêtements çà me suffira !
- Je fais çà où ??
- Là sur mon bureau .....
- Tu exagères ! aide-moi à monter ....
Sans musique ce n'est pas facile, j'ai commencé à me déhancher, bon, je te fais grâce de la suite, je me suis retrouvée en soutien gorge et en slip à vingt centimètres de *** visage, le pauvre était tout rouge !
- Continue à te balancer.... que tu es belle ....
Je me suis baissée en ouvrant les genoux, quand rapidement il a passé une main dans mon dos, avec deux doigts il a défait avec une habilité incroyable mon agrafe de soutient gorge, me voilà les seins nus, vite, je me suis relevée, mais il a crocheté mon string de chaque cotés, celui-ci en glissant sur mes cuisses s'est retrouvé au sol évidement !
- Que c'est beau .......
-- salope au fond de toi-même tu ne demandais que çà !

Je ne savais plus quoi faire chéri ! pétrifiée je suis restée sans bouger, il a alors posé ses mains sur mes fesses, sa joue appuyée sur mes poils, il a embrassé l'intérieur de mes cuisses, malgré moi celles-ci se ***t ouvertes, il m'a soulevée pour m'assoir sur le bord du bureau ....
- Oh, tu sens bon la femme... ouvre toi Annie tu es mouillée je veux te boire .....
- Raymond je ne suis pas très propre, ma douche date de ce matin ......
- Justement c'est comme çà que j'aime une chatte, et c'est la seule de la boite que je n'ai pas eue !
Alors chéri, j'ai obéis ....il m'a léchée, et tu me connais quand on touche à mon petit bouton je ne peu plus rien refuser .... à nouveau il m'a prise dans ses bras pour me déposer sur la moquette rase, et là j'ai tout lâché, je me suis offerte complètement à ses caresses , j'ai fermé les yeux en lui tenant la tête sur ma chatte , j'ai joui chéri , j'ai honte ...... mais quand je suis redescendue de mon petit nuage en ouvrant les yeux ......tu es sur de vouloir connaitre la suite ?
- AH oui !!! Ce doit être très intéressant !!
- Bon, tu l'auras voulu ! et bien au dessus de moi deux bites énormes se balançaient, une bien brune, celles de Jamal et l'autre noire celle d' Antonin, j'allais protester mais à ce moment là Raymond m'a pénétrée, mes jambes sur ses épaules *** sexe énorme me pourfend en deux, la bouche ouverte sous la surprise Jamal en profite il soulève me tête pour m'embrocher carrément sur *** zob circoncis ,Antonin me pelote les seins en se masturbant , chéri ... j'ai adoré .... comme une affamée j'ai sucé , je me lance au devant de la queue qui me perfore la matrice.
*** récit me fait bander à l' extrême, Je me décide à baisser *** string détrempé les mouchoirs de papier ***t collés aux poils, ses lèvres n'ont aucunes formes, collées par le foutre je les sépare, un flot de liquide coule dans sa raie, mes doigts s'aventurent sur *** petit trou, petit ? Avant oui ! Mais ce soir c'est une boursouflure ignoble à peine refermée, suintante.
- Oh chéri, baise moi ! Baise ta salope de femme !
- Te baiser ? Que veux tu que je baise ? Un trou difforme où je vais nager ? je vais plutôt t'enfiler ma main pendant que tu continues à déballer tes saloperies !!
- Comme tu veux mon amour .....Jamal a déchargé dans ma bouche, çà m'est ressortit par les trous de nez, le reste est partit dans mes cheveux et sur mes seins Raymond lui aussi a joui dans ma moule, il s'est rapidement retiré bousculé par Antonin qui voulait la place, sa trique est plus dure que celle de Raymond ! mais je suis bien lubrifiée je jouie sans discontinuer hystérique, gourmande de queues je leur demande de me défoncer , alors Antonin me bascule sur lui , je me cambre, le cul offert a celui qui voudra .....
C'est Jamal qui en veut encore, mais il décide de me prendre en double par la chatte avec *** copain, j'ai cru entendre craquer mes chairs, j'ai eue une pensée pour toi chéri, toi qui aime me voir prise comme çà, ma chatte devait être belle à voir, plantée par deux concombres comme çà !! Jamal me travaille mon cul, je pense avoir compris et j'appréhende ....... ils m'ont tellement pistonnée la matrice que ma vessie à lâchée, je leur ai pissé dessus !
- AAAAHHHHH la salope elle nous pisse dessus !
Je ne pouvais même pas crier car Raymond a voulus que je le suce pour lui redonner une érection convenable ' on va te baiser encore et encore ' m'a-t-il dit !
Et ce qui devait arriver .... Jamal a pointé *** gland sur ma cible désormais préparée, lentement sa manthule s'enfonce dans mes reins.
Tous mes trous ***t pris .... Va y chéri ta main est presque rentrée....aie ******** encore un peu je vais me dilater encore, comme tout à l'heure ! Tu es sur que tu ne veux pas me baiser j'ai envie de ta queue !!
- Plus tard finis ton récit !
A ce moment là j'ai crié : 'Donnez moi à boire j'ai la bouche sèche '
On m'a tendus un gobelet plein de champagne, je sais c'est de l'eau que j'aurais du boire .......Jamal a dit 'donne moi la bouteille, lui aussi en veut' et c'est de mon cul qu'il parle car il retire sa pine, je sens le liquide glacé couler dans mon conduit béant, des milliers de bulles éclatent, çà pique et c'est bon, je deviens folle de jouissance ! il enfonce a nouveau sa queue jusqu'à la garde, le champagne gicle hors de mon boyau
- OOOOHHHHH mes salauds allez y !! Je jouiiiiiiiiiie !!
À nouveau des giclées fusent de ma chatte mais cette fois c'est mon coté femme fontaine qui se déclenche ! combien de fois m'ont-ils déchargés dans tous mes trous, je ne sais plus, mais tu vois le résultat ! Lorsque nous nous sommes relevés, une flaque impressionnante décore la moquette, j'ai fourré mon soutien gorge dans mon sac à main, Raymond m'a filé des kleenex que j'ai fourrés sous mon string pour ne pas tacher le siège de la voiture et me voilà !!!.... quelle est la sanction chéri ?? Tu veux bien me baiser maintenant ??
- Je voudrais bien ! Mais trop tard ! J'ai déchargé dans les draps ! je n'accomplirai mon devoir conjugal que lorsque tes parties intimes aurons retrouvées une apparence digne de ce nom , Tu vas à la salle de bain maintenant salope, laisse toi tremper une heure pour décoller toutes les croutes que tu as sur le corps ! et pendant que j'y pense tu as un mois pour me dégoter une ou deux bonnes mères de famille en quête de sensations fortes ou bien deux ou trois jeunettes qui rêvent de se faire élargir définitivement leurs orifices intimes, en clair des nanas qui ne fuiront pas en découvrant mon démonte pneus gorgé de sang !
- Oui chéri je te trouverai çà ... je pourrai participer ?
- Bien sur !! Tu prendras des clichés et une vidéo afin que les participantes aient un souvenir de la dévastation de leurs entre jambes ! Toi tu resteras en jean serré avec interdiction de te palucher et de toucher les filles !
- Tu es dur avec moi ....
- je veux bien être cocu consentant ! mais il y a des limites tout de même ..............

Surpris par le frère...




Bonjour je m'appelle Jean, j'ai 19 ans, et je vis pour le moment toujours chez mes parents.
Mon passe temps favoris est de mater ma voisine, Léa par la fenêtre de sa chambre. Je me cache derrière les buis***s, et je peux la regarder tranquillement sans être vu.
Elle ne se doute pas qu'on puisse la voir derrière les buis***s, elle se laisse donc souvent aller les rideaux ouverts. Elle se déshabille sans gène, se masturbe et quelques fois j'ai pu la surprendre faisant l'amour avec des mecs, qui n'étaient même pas ses copains, une vraie salope !
Ce jour là, je la matais en pleine masturbation, elle était sur *** lit, les jambes écartées, sur sa peau légèrement bronzée coulait de grosses goutes de sueur ainsi que des litres de mouille, elle laissait ses cheveux brun dorés tomber sur ses petits seins pointus. Ses deux longs doigts s'activaient dans sa petite chatte rasée. Moi, je me branlais bien sur ! Per***ne ne m'avait jamais surpris... jusqu'à ce jour...
J'accélérais le rythme avant de lâcher toute la purée dans l'herbe, c'est là qu'une voix retenti de derrière les buis***s :
« Alors elle t'excite ma sœur à ce que je vois ! »
Je levais la tête, c'était bien lui, Kévin, le frère de Léa, j'étais mal, très mal...
Ne sachant que faire, j'hochais simplement la tête en signe d'affirmation.
« Je vois... alors là t'as plus vraiment le choix Jean, tu vas venir avec moi ok ? »
« Ok... »
Il valait mieux le suivre.
Kévin était grand, costaud, la peau légèrement bronzée tout comme sa sœur, et des cheveux bruns clairs, ses yeux étaient d'un vert magnifique.
Il m'emmena chez lui, ses parents n'étaient pas là mais on entendait sa sœur crier dans sa jouissance. Il ouvrit une porte et me fit signe de rentrer.
C'était sa chambre, il y avait un grand lit, un bureau avec un ordinateur, des posters de voitures et de belles filles nues.
« Couche toi sur le lit, m'ordonnât il, et met toi à poil que je puisse voir comment est foutu le mec qui bande sur ma sœur... »
Je n'avais pas d'autre solution que d'obéir, je me mis alors nu.
Kévin s'approcha de moi et commença à caresser ma bite, le reste du sperme lui coula sur la main, il s'en enduit le doigt et glissa vers mon trou. Pourquoi n'ai-je donc pas protesté ? Par peur de me faire taper ? Non... Avec le recul, je crois que cette situation m'excitait.
Il enfonça *** doigt dans mon cul, puis se mit à faire des vas et vient. Ma queue devenait de plus en plus raide.
« Mais c'est que ca lui plait à ce pervers ! »
Kevin augmenta la cadence, puis rajouta un doigt, il me branlait l'anus à toute vitesse. Il se déshabilla et je senti *** gland pousser contre ma rondelle.
Je tiens à préciser que je m'étais déjà doigté le cul avant cette expérience, ainsi qu'une fois avec un pote lors de masturbation mutuelle, il avait mit sa bite dans mon cul mais ça c'est une autre histoire.
Il enfonça *** gland, puis sa verge, j'avais mal, mais peu à peu je me laissé envahir par ce gros gourdin.
Enfin il se mit à me piner le trou du cul avec violence.
Je poussais des petits cris.
« Oh oui ! Baise-moi ! Baise-moi ! »
« Elle est bonne ma sœur ? Hein ?! »
« Oui elle me fait bander ! »
« Et ma bite elle est bonne ?! »
« Ouiiiiii !!! »
Mon anus se contracte sur sa bite, et cela le fit jouir instantanément au fond de mon cul.
Je sentais un flot de foutre chaud inonder mon ventre.
Kevin se retira et entrepris de me lécher le fion quand une autre per***ne ordonna :
« Non frangin, lève toi, j'ai envie de m'en occuper »
Léa était appuyée contre la porte, elle contempla mon anus dégoulinant du sperme de Kevin, elle s'approcha de moi, et commença à glisser sa langue dans mon trou...

ma dure vie de prof !


Mais qu'est ce qui m'a pris d'accepter ce poste de prof remplaçant dans ce lycée de jeunes filles!
Toutes ces petites lolitas qui vous jettent au visage leurs nichons bien formés de femmes enfants, leurs cuisses bien pleines, voir plus, comme la jeune Agnès Martinez à ma droite, assise à trois mètres de mon bureau, qui a cet instant même essaie de capter mon attention, et qui y arrive fort bien!!
Je suis souvent assis sur le coin de mon bureau, pour expliquer un devoir, une jambe pendante, ce qui fait ressortir encore plus le paquet que j'ai entre les jambes, est ce ma faute si la nature m'a doté d'un sexe imposant qui déforme ma braguette et fait se retourner les femmes dans la rue.
D'ailleurs, pas plus tard que la semaine dernière, une jeune femme arrive en face de moi sur le trottoir, les yeux fixés sur mon entre jambe avec un sourire en coin, une fois qu'elle m'a croisé je me retourne sur elle en même temps qu'elle le fait elle même! Une demi-heure plus tard sa petite culotte ornait mon tableau de bord tandis que les cuisses écartées sur le siège passager je me préparais à la pilonner
- NON ! Arrête tu es trop gros j'ai mal!
Mon gland crisse dans ses chairs qui ne ***t pas prêtes à recevoir mon engin.
- Trop tard! Faut savoir ce que tu veux! Concentre toi, tu vas mouiller et çà iras mieux
Quelques minutes plus tard c'est elle qui en redemande!
Mais revenons en à la petite perruche qui pourtant est bonne élève, m'aguiche, depuis un moment elle s'amuse assise bien au bord extérieur de *** siège, à balancer à intervalles réguliers *** genou vers le milieu de l'allée ce qui a pour effet de laisser voir la partie la plus étroite de sa culotte rose dont quelques poils châtains dépassent sur les cotés, elle me fixe avec un sourire narquois, comment voulez vous faire correctement un cours!
Mes phrases ***t hachées, je bafouille, les élèves se consultent et se demandent ce qui ne va pas!
- Tout va bien monsieur??
- Comment? Heuuu oui çà va excusez moi!
Heureusement je suis sauvé par la ***nerie qui met fin au cours, les jeunes filent vers la sortie comme des bombes!
- Mademoiselle Martinez veuillez rester s'il vous plaît, j'ai à vous parler ....la gamine rougit seulement l'espace d'un instant et reprend très vite une attitude provocante, nous voilà seuls dans la classe.
- Mademoiselle je ne supporte plus de voir votre fond de culotte, çà me gêne.
- Haaa! Çà vous gêne? Il fallait le dire! De toute façon çà me gêne aussi!
Et sans se démonter elle passe ses mains sous sa jupe à ma grande surprise je vois le bout de tissu rose descendre le long de ses jambes, et d'une main elle le lance sur mon bureau, je n'ai pas le temps de dire ouf qu'elle a déjà disparut!
Hébété je m'assieds à mon bureau, je contemple cette protection de chatte, justement exposée coté doublure en coton, un filet humide tout en longueur indique que la fente de sa jeune moule devait suinter d'excitation.
Comme un automate je m'empare de sa culotte et la porte à mes narines ......quelle merveilleuse odeur de femme ....putain, je bande!
Rapidement je défais ma fermeture pour en extraire difficilement ma queue raide... je me branle, le tissu plaqué sur le nez, tellement excité qu'en deux minutes j'ai atteins le point de non retour, je décharge à gros bouillons ....la seul chose qui me tombe sous la main pour recevoir ces flots de foutre et ne pas tout balancer sur le sol est la petite culotte: elle est rapidement trempée, je frotte mon gland à l'emplacement exact de sa chatte sur le slip
Soudain des pas ré***nent dans le couloir, j'ai à peine le temps de me réajuster que l'on frappe a ma porte....
- Entrez.....

- Heuuu, excusez moi pour tout à l'heure monsieur, je ne sais pas ce qui m'a pris! Mais je voudrais récupérer ma culotte car si maman s'aperçois demain que je n'ai pas mise de culotte à laver je vais me faire tuer!!
- Ha! ...... c'est que ......hé bien .....
- Hé bien?? Elle est là je la vois! Je peux la reprendre??
- Boff, oui va y, après tout .....
- HAAAAA!! Mais qu'est ce c'est .....Elle est toute gluante! Vous avez déchargé dedans ma parole!!
- Chut, pas si fort, je vais t'expliquer...... et puis c'est ta faute après tout!j'ai beau être ton prof, je n'en reste pas moins un homme! à ***** de me montrer ton entre cuisse voilà ce qui arrive .....
- Oui, c'est vrai je reconnais que j'y suis allée un peu fort, bon pour la culotte je vais m'arranger ....rassurez vous çà reste entre nous!!
- Merci petite, bonsoir .....
Le lendemain matin, je suis à mon bureau une demi heure avant l'arrivée des élèves, de nouveau on frappe... C'est encore la petite Martinez......
- Excusez moi de vous déranger monsieur, mais maman voudrait vous rencontrer ... rassurez vous çà n'a pas de rapports avec ' çà' C'est pour me donner quelques cours ....
- HA, bon? pourtant tu suis à merveille! et, quand veut elle me voir??
- Si c'est possible, ce soir vers dix sept heures à la mai***.
- D'accord, j'y serais ......
Toute la journée ça cogite dans ma tête, et si? Et pourquoi? est ce que j'y vais? Et pourtant à l'heure dite je frappe au domicile de la petite Martinez et c'est elle-même qui m'ouvre
- Entrez! Maman n'est pas encore arrivée, je vais vous faire un café pour vous faire patienter, installez vous au salon.
En attendent mon café je tourne en rond dans le salon coquet, soudain, la jeune Agnès fait *** apparition ....vêtue simplement d'une serviette entrelacée sur ses seins, dont le bas cache à peine ses poils, un plateau dans les mains sur lequel ***t déposés les cafés fumants.
Elle me regarde avec ce petit sourire que je reconnais bien ...
- Excusez moi, je me suis préparée pour la douche en attendant que le café passe!
Elle pose le plateau sur la table basse, de fait, sa position en se relevant fait tomber la serviette au sol, elle se redresse entièrement nue à cinquante centimètres de moi .....
- Monsieur ...Georges ... je vous demande pardon pour mon attitude en classe
La voilà qui se met à sangloter... que faire? Je lui prends les épaules, la tenant éloignée de moi, car sa tenue fait monter en moi un début d'érection, ses sanglots s'accentuent, elle donne l'impression de pleurer à chaude larmes ... réel ou chiqué??
- Je suis une vilaine fille trop gâtée, ne m'en veuillez pas.... maman m'élève seule, et je profite de sa bonté
Agnès se colle à moi, la tête sur mon torse, les bras autour de ma taille, elle ne peu ignorer ma queue bandée qui s'est déployée dans mon boxer
- Allez, ressaisis toi, maman va arriver ...
- Maman n'arrive que dans une heure ... je vous ai menti un peu ....je voulais me retrouver seule avec vous avant *** arrivée ...vous devez être puissant ....à voir l'état de ma petite culotte... je veux la voir Georges, s'il te plaît ....

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MICHELLE'S STORY


Michelle looked forward to the upcoming trip with great anticipation. She never traveled with her husband when he went abroad, but this time it seemed safe. Rodney worked for a government agency and a lot of his work involved negotiating with foreign governments. He often put in an American presence so the world would know America was helping third world countries. Rodney was slated to supervise state run elections in one of South Africa's neighboring countries but he decided to setup his home base in Cape Town.

This was the perfect opportunity for Michelle to go with Rodney. She had never been to Africa and the country of South Africa seemed like the perfect place for a vacation. She decided it was best to stay in Cape Town when Rodney ventured outside the country to carry out his international assigned duties. There was only one scary event to endure but she overlooked the possibility of anything bad happening... before their flight landed in Cape Town. Their plane was scheduled to make a short stopover in the neighboring country where Rodney would be working.

Rodney was obliged to meet with some of the ruling government's politicians to finalize his agenda. The country was conducting state run elections and an international committee had assigned Rodney to supervise the voting in the country's capital city. Everything seemed okay to Michelle and Rodney, as they would not be required to leave the airport during the stopover.

The preliminary meeting was scheduled between Rodney and the government's military officer in-charge of election security. The two were to make all security arrangements during the week to ensure Rodney's safety when he visited all the voting stations. Rodney assured Michelle that she had nothing to worry about so she became fairly confident the short stopover was safe. 'After all,' she reasoned, 'what can happen in a public domain like an airport?'

When the couple departed on the Africa trip, Michelle was excited. The plane landed at the airport where Rodney's meeting was to be held and Michelle took her husband's hand when they deplaned. They chatted while walking to the small terminal and everything seemed very normal. Once inside the brightly lit building, each was directed to a separate line to go through a security check. All the security guards were dressed in military uniforms obviously that of the country's ruling junta.




It seemed like a silly formality for the couple to go through security. Michelle wondered why they would have to be checked when Rodney was there merely to attend a meeting. They each took their place at the end of a line but luckily the lines were very short. Only about a dozen people got off the plane and the screening process moved very quickly.

All the guards were tall, extremely well built and very black. When Rodney reached the two guards at his screening station, he was immediately asked to put his briefcase on the x-ray conveyer belt. In typical airport screening fashion, he had to take everything out of his pockets and place his belongings in a container so it all could go through the x-ray machine. Suddenly one guard talked fast and with a concerned tone when Rodney's belongings went through the detector. He even pointed at Rodney's briefcase, as if there was something wrong.

Michelle shuddered when one of the guards in her line guided her to the proper position near the screening table. The man used a tight grip on her elbow and she had the feeling he did it for a reason. "Put coat and bag on table... nothing in pockets," the guard said. She looked at the guard and noticed how he looked her up and down, which gave her a creepy feeling. With a shrug of her shoulders, she obeyed the man putting everything she was carrying on the conveyer belt so it could go through screening.

There was an older lady in front of Michelle and she went through the walk-through metal detectors very quickly. Michelle was happy that the process was quick and easy. That was until she stepped between the archway of the screening detector. It started beeping like crazy and she really didn't understand how that could be. Everything except her clothing was on the conveyer belt so there should have been nothing to set off a metal detector.

The guard grinned widely when the gorgeous white woman stepped through the screeching detector. "Lady... over here. You come here... I do check... for beeping," he said in very good English for anyone in his country. Michelle never saw his thumb moving and covertly pressing a secret button on the hand wand. He wiped the wand up and down her body while actually rubbing against her body with the hand detector. Every time he innocently pressed the stick against her chest or on her legs, Michelle flinched looking at the man trying her best to give him the meanest look.

He grinned at her while acting in an extremely confident manner. "You have something... you hide something?"

Michelle shook her head vehemently. Suddenly a small commotion broke out in the line her husband was in. Everyone's attention was diverted to two of the big, burly guards physically handcuffing Rodney even though he struggled madly. She stared at her husband when he was led away to an interrogation room with another guard carrying his open briefcase. Michelle almost fainted when she saw some small white, plastic packets openly displayed in the case.

The guard using the wand on Michelle suddenly got her attention. "Husband get caught. He smuggle *****... white powder into country... he big trouble," the man whispered making Michelle cry out to Rodney.

Rodney heard his wife shout and he tried to calm her down. "Don't worry, Honey! Someone must have planted it. On the plane... someone must have planted ***** in my briefcase."

Michelle watched her husband, as he was led into an adjourning room. The door slammed shut. Her last vision was Rodney being shoved hard so that he fell into a chair with a guard standing on each side of him.

Before Michelle had a chance to move, a guard put his big, strong hand on her arm. She was led across the large waiting area to another interrogation room and a second guard took her other arm. She felt dwarfed between two big men. The door opened and all she saw was a big desk with a royally dressed man in uniform sitting behind it. Michelle faced the rugged man who stared at her with the most demoralizing glare. Her heart beat so fast that she was positive her chest was going to explode.

The man didn't say a word but merely held the stare for an eternity. He was the obvious leader of the guards and gave off an aura of power and control. "Come in... Please sit. Sit down... We go over the options. Maybe you can save your husband," he said with his voice steady and confident. "You do want to save your husband... don't you?"

Sarge looked at the frightened woman seeing a gorgeous white woman who emitted a most desirable sexual ambiance. It had taken much conniving and scheming but he eventually set up the meeting with Rodney for one purpose. Sarge had assured the president of the country's corrupt junta that he could influence Rodney's report about the upcoming election. They needed Rodney's certification that everything about the election was on the up and up, and Sarge's fake **** bust would ensure they got a favorable report.

Suddenly his plan was not only working perfectly, it was working even better than he ever imagined. Standing in sheer shock and disbelieve in front of him was a golden goddess; a golden goddess to do with as he pleased. His threat to throw her husband in jail for a long, long time was the perfect blackmail to gain control over Michelle. Sarge loved fucking white women, especially the ones who had no choice but to fall under his devious control.

He looked at Michelle noticing the succulent soft curves of her hips and how her legs stretched long and slender. His eyes paused on her chest, which was heaving like mad. He could hardly wait to see her breasts knowing they were ripe and luscious. Michelle was one refined, well-dressed woman, he deduced. Sarge had fucked many white women but never one as beautiful and his charcoal cock stirred when he contemplated the prospect.

Some people in Western society may call his **** and seduction of innocent women wrong and disgusting. Sarge thought and acted like most men in his country. Men in his third world country were considered supreme and Sarge believed he could do anything without repercussions. He had everything going for himself. He was the head military officer in charge of not only airport security but also security in the country's capital city. If all went as planned, soon he would be in charge of all security ****** in the county.

Sarge's obsession for sex with white women began when he visited America. He went there to visit some of his countrymen who had moved to New York and they bragged to him about how some white women loved fucking black men. They told Sarge that it was a taboo that some women found too enticing to resist. From then on, all Sarge dreamed about was screwing prominent white women of foreign dignitaries who visited his country.

Being in charge of airport security, it afforded Sarge the perfect opportunity to screen women so he could pick the ones he most desired. Sarge took his job, as head of security, very seriously, and he viewed the escapades with white visitors as merely a perk of his job. Many of the women he approached started out horrified, even hating him, but that changed after he gained control over them.

Sarge was a master at knowing how to coerce and blackmail a woman until she was completely under his control. He knew how to get a woman fully aroused and loved seeing the looks on their faces when they had sex with their first black man. He treated them like pieces of meat and enjoyed their horrified expressions when he filled them with his black cum. Sarge hoped Michelle was not taking any birth control, as the absolute best scenario was when the woman feared getting pregnant.

Sarge stared at the gorgeous Michelle noting her frightened appearance. "Please... don't be afraid. I'm here to help you," he said. Although he smiled at Michelle, she knew he was deadly serious. She felt totally alone with no friends or anyone around to help her out of the growing despair she felt.

The meancing black man glared at her without blinking or turning away. "Did you know that smuggling ***** into our country can put a man in jail for life?" Sarge held out his hand indicating that Michelle should sit down. Slowly and on legs that could barely move, Michelle walked to the only chair in front of his desk.

Sarge stared at the shivering woman testing her patience. "But you don't have to worry... it can all be forgotten," he whispered, as Michelle shook in fear. "I can forget all about the white powder in your husband's briefcase..."

He stopped mid sentence making Michelle hold her breath waiting for his demands. She knew it was futile to protest or tell the man that it was a setup. Michelle realized that Sarge was the mastermind and it would do no good to plead with him. All the guards were probably in on the ruse so she waited for the price that she would have to pay for Rodney's freedom.

"I will forget all about the smuggling... if we fuck. We have sex... and your husband will be set free," he said with an evil grin. "I have power to free husband."

Michelle's heart stopped and she stared wide-eyed at the chief of security. She suspected something dreadful but this was the absolute worst. Michelle imagined that Sarge might want to see her naked or even feel her up. Suddenly she realized the price of freeing Rodney was extremely high. She felt totally lost and a tear came to her eye when she thought of being ****** into having sex with the evil bastard.

All of a sudden Sarge stood up. He slowly walked around the desk until he stood directly behind Michelle's chair. She dared not look at the man and knew he was looking her up and down. Her heart raced madly while she waited for him to say something. Suddenly she could not resist putting her hand on the top button of her blouse ensuring he could not look down her chest. Sarge stood at her shoulder and she felt his prying eyes trying to look at her boobs.

Suddenly his fingers were on her shoulder and Michelle thought she would die. He lightly ran his fingers down her shoulder and then moved to the other shoulder doing the same thing. "Yes... you can make me forget all about what happened," he whispered giving her hand a sudden push away from her chest. She sat perfectly still when he grabbed the top button of her blouse and pulled the material away from her chest. He held the blouse open enough to see the wonderful cleavage and the pretty lace trim of her bra.

Michelle dearly wanted to vanish. She trembled as the man ogled her womanly treasures but realized she had to say something. "It's wrong... Rodney would never smuggle anything... certainly not *****. Please... you have to believe me," she said hoping to convince Sarge. "Please... please let us go."

She realized her pleas sounded stupid but it was all she managed to say. Sarge grinned watching the gorgeous woman squirm in the chair knowing she would eventually be his willing servant. He loved nothing more than to control a white woman and he always made sure that they knew he was their master. "I gave you a choice," he said keeping his voice low but very stern sounding. "You know what you have to do! It's all up to you... But if you don't want to do it... to save your husband... then go! You're free to go," Sarge said with the devilish grin.

Michelle quickly stood up. She wheeled heading for the door in a rush. Suddenly she stopped, frozen to the spot. 'It was too easy. This evil man wouldn't try to blackmail her and just let her leave,' she reasoned. Michelle stood motionless with her hand on the doorknob and she closed her eyes trying to think.

Time seemed to stand still while her imagination ran wild. Michelle imagined Sarge's control. He threatened to throw her husband in jail but he would relent if she had sex with him. Michelle could not think of any way to save Rodney and she dreaded the thought of letting the evil man have his way with her. She stood paralyzed with her hand gripping the door handle.

Michelle's eyes remained tightly closed. She dreamed that the horrifying ordeal was over and everything had been a hoax. All of a sudden she sensed movement right behind her. Suddenly she felt something hot, like burning breath on the side of her face. She couldn't look but her imagination pictured the tall, black man standing just beside her. There was no doubt that the imaginary figure was Sarge and he merely stood still waiting for her to make a decision.

Suddenly she felt his arm reach in front of her shivering body. She did not move a muscle when his strong fingers closed on her hand, which was still locked on the door handle. Michelle didn't dare open her eyes when her hand was tugged off the handle. Her whole body trembled wildly, as she was swiftly turned around, and pushed hard against the door. With her back flat against the door, the dark, imposing figure moved in front of her.

Michelle felt totally helpless. Slowly and almost too afraid, she opened her eyes. Sarge's face beamed and he seemed to give orders even without speaking. She whimpered and dropped her arms letting them dangle at her sides because that was what she thought he demanded. She merely uttered another pitiful whimper, as Sarge stood inches in front of her bewildered eyes.

Sarge seemed so tall and powerful, and she tilted her head back to look up at him. Her body shivered as his fingers touched her blouse and began unbuttoning the front until it fell wide open. She did her utmost to beg with her eyes pleading for him to leave her alone. Michelle did not try to stop Sarge when he grabbed the two bra cups pulling the flimsy material apart until it ripped. Her eyes fluttered and she could barely look down at her suddenly bare chest. Sarge's big, black hands cupped her boobs pushing them upward, pretending like he was assessing their beauty.

Sarge stared at the luscious breasts marveling at their ripe beauty. "We go... my office is very private. We have sex and I'll forget your husband tried to smuggle *****," he whispered giving Michelle's swollen nipple a little squeeze. "You wise... smart. Your husband not like prison in my country!"

He didn't allow Michelle to button her blouse. He merely took her right hand leading her out of the interrogation room. She desperately used her free hand to hold the front of her blouse closed so nobody could see her nudity. Michelle frantically glanced around the room at all the leering faces. Most were black and all had knowing smiles.

Michelle suddenly saw her husband standing by two guards. His arms were handcuffed and he had a pleading look on his frightened face. Her torn bra cups dangled in her armpits but she managed to prevent anyone from seeing her bare flesh. Michelle had to look away from Rodney because she was too embarrassed and she hoped he wouldn't notice her helter-skelter attire.

Rodney's mouth gaped open in dismay. One of the guards beside him chuckled and could not resist adding to Rodney's anguish. "White sluts... all the same. Can't resist black cock... but you no worry," the guard told Rodney. "Sarge no hurt... only fuck wife. He black stud... you watch slut climax with big, black cock in belly," he said letting out a big laugh.

Rodney felt like hitting the man but resisted knowing it would only make matters worse. "Michelle would never do that... never," he said feeling a sudden wave of doubt flow through his mind. With horror, he watched Sarge and Michelle followed by two large black guards, Emu and Mosi, walk to the far side of the waiting room.

Sarge pulled the hesitant woman down a long hallway to a big office with large double doors. They entered what appeared to be a richly decorated office for a king. The room was huge with big, stuffed sofas around the largest desk Michelle had ever seen. Sarge waved his hand indicating he wanted her to sit on one of the sofas while he proceeded into an adjourning bathroom.

The two guards knew what their leader wanted. They each grabbed one of Michelle's arms escorting her to a sofa where she was ordered to wait while Sarge changed into something more comfortable. She wound up sitting on overly stuffed, sofa cushions and the guards obediently stood at attention waiting for Sarge's return.

Sarge came out of the bathroom wearing a velvet robe, which was loosely tied at the waist, and he slowly walked towards the frightened woman. Michelle stood up before Sarge reached her. She desperately wanted to run and escape any dreaded affair with such a devious man. Her legs vibrated so viciously that it was very hard to remain standing. She stared up at the big man and into his dark, mystic eyes, which seemed to stop her protests.

When his hand came up and reached for her blouse, she merely stopped breathing. Sarge slowly and purposely took his time unbuttoning the garment enjoying the way her body shivered. He thought it was quite amusing that Michelle had re-buttoned the blouse even though her plight was hopeless.

Once the blouse hung open, Sarge grabbed the loose front rotating the material over her shoulders until it fell to the floor behind her. The cool air hit her breasts and Michelle knew what that did to her enlarged nipples. She held her breath, as long as possible, but suddenly her chest started to heave.

Sarge swiftly moved his hands so that his fingers brushed both hard nipples. He grinned at the agony etched on Michelle's pretty face when he skillfully teased her rosebuds without the slightest retaliation. Her arms remained down at her sides and Sarge knew his blackmail had worked magic. He admired the swollen nipples and noticed how her chest heaved every time his daring fingers brushed across the extraordinary buds.

Suddenly filled with the utmost confidence, Sarge went beyond tenderness. "Standstill! Standstill my pet... so Sarge can see what you have to offer. Maybe you aren't sexy enough to buy freedom for husband." She tried hard not to move a muscle knowing she must look silly being only half dressed. Her loosened bra still hung wide open with the empty cups in her armpits. She still wore her skirt and high heels but it felt like nothing with the man's hungry eyes devouring her nakedness.

Michelle obeyed even though she knew what was next. She could not remember her legs shaking so badly or being filled with so much fear. Sarge casually ripped the loosened bra from her torso and he threw it against a large mirror, which decorated one wall. He then moved around her shivering body until he stood directly in front of her. Sarge stared into her eyes seeing a helpless woman. "Take off... strip now!"

************* her hands moved and began the arduous task of complying with his orders. She kept thinking of the dire consequences for Rodney if she did not obey Sarge's disparaging instructions. It did not take long before Michelle was stripped of her dignity. She stood in front of the man allowing his hungry eyes to devour her luscious nakedness.

Michelle was positive she had passed out. All of a sudden she was in Sarge's arms and he was carrying her back to the overstuffed sofa. He sort of tossed her onto the sofa and easily guided her into a sitting position with her feet flat on the floor. Without any warning, Sarge stripped the dressing robe from his body and he stood erect right in front of Michelle.

Her eyes bulged when she saw his hardened length of steel, which stood at a 45-degree angle in front of his charcoal hips. It was not so much the color or the fact the penis was hard that shocked Michelle. It was the fact the penis was so large. "No... oh gawd, no... please no," she moaned hoping for a salvation. "You don't understand... I am... I just can't."

Sarge loved it when his white slaves begged. He liked nothing more than ******* a woman to be extremely dramatic in voicing her fear and trepidation. Sarge imagined himself being totally irresistible and overpowering, which filled him with a rampant confidence. His eyes never left Michelle's agonizing face that looked more appealing and attractive than ever.

"Now you pay... pay for husband freedom. You suck... and make Sarge happy... or else," he whispered. Sarge watched her pretty face twist and her expression turn to one of sheer horror. "You be my white whore... now suck!" Sarge moved forward and he bravely waved his enlarged pecker in front of Michelle's frightened face. All of a sudden he grabbed her head holding it steady while he rubbed his penis all over her flushed cheeks. First one cheek and then the other, making Michelle turn her head trying to avert his demeaning taunting. It felt like heaven to Sarge when her hot mouth engulfed the head of his black cock

Michelle expected him to shove his penis into her mouth so her hand went out to prevent him from ramming it down her throat. She didn't mean to hold his penis, but it was that, or obey his filthy command.

Sarge was in complete control and he saw no need for foreplay or for prolonging the inevitable. "Blowjob. Suck my cock... now! Or get the hell out of my office." He could hear soft whimpering sounds coming from her throat when he thrust his hips forward until his bulging cock touched her lips. Michelle's mouth seemed to open reluctantly but it felt like heaven to Sarge when her hot mouth engulfed the head of his cock.

Michelle's dainty hand looked utterly spectacular around his throbbing pecker. She stroked his rod by moving her hand back and forth while keeping the head buried in her steamy mouth. Sarge dearly wanted to fill her mouth with his burning lava but that was not his objective.

Michelle resigned herself to fulfilling the man's disgusting wishes. She vowed to suck his cock in hopes it would save her from actually having sex with the blackmailer. When he suddenly pulled his throbbing pecker out of her mouth, she was a little disappointed. Sarge slapped her hands down as if demanding that she sit still with her arms at her sides. Then he began rubbing his scorching penis all over her flushed face and even down her neck until he poked each boob with his wet prick.

Sarge purposely coated both nipples with pre-cum and then he ordered Michelle onto her back. "You good slut... now you fuck Sarge," he stated giving her a stern shove backwards. "Lay down like good white slave... and we fuck!"

She knew what was coming. "Please... gawd you can't... please, don't do it," she pleaded. Michelle thought crying might help so she let the tears flow freely. She sobbed and could hardly speak when she begged Sarge, "You just can't... I am not taking anything. Oh gawd... no you can't... I could get pregnant!"

Everything she did merely enraged Sarge making him more aroused than ever. He loved when women begged and loved watching them squirm trying to stay out of his grasp. Michelle was everything he hoped for and hearing her horrifying affirmation that she was fertile was Sarge's momentous gratification.

The sofas inside his office were designed with one thing in mind. They were oversized and perfectly suitable for his devious plans. Michelle was no match for the African guards. The three worked together with Emu and Mosi each pinning one of Michelle's arms above her head so that she was confined flat on her back. She kicked and twisted her hips trying to stop Sarge from getting between her legs but it was hopeless. He easily pushed on the insides of her thighs pushing them wide apart so there was room for his slender hips between her splayed legs.

"Oh no... gawd, not like this... please, oh please," she moaned feeling utterly helpless. "Oh my gawd... please don't do it. Please use something so I don't..."

Sarge loved hearing her beg but he suddenly cut her off midway through her dire appeal. He chuckled at her pleas knowing his blackmail would keep Michelle on her back, as long as he wanted her there. All the women he blackmailed would do anything to keep their husbands out of prison, even go as far as having sex with him knowing they might get pregnant. He watched Michelle squirm and twist her body trying desperately to keep out of his clutches.

All of a sudden Sarge pressed forward. Sarge shifted his upper body and dropped down over Michelle, stretching out until he could hold her arms fully extended over her head. He grabbed her around the wrists allowing Emu and Mosi to let go of her arms. Sarge's dark, rugged face was mere inches above her teary eyes and Michelle could see the man was very determined. Her eyes opened so big it made Michelle appear frightened but even sexier to the three guards.

Michelle's heart began beating much faster. Doom swiftly closed in on her, as she felt completely vulnerable with Sarge laying prone over her nakedness. The large African lay on top of Michelle threatening to take her at any moment. Sarge purposely let his swollen cock press against her tummy and he pushed his hips downward letting her feel every inch of his throbbing black prick.

Emu and Mosi knew exactly what to do and they each held one of Michelle's legs out to the side allowing their boss complete freedom. Michelle began to whimper knowing she was at the mercy of the powerful man. She felt Sarge pushing his oversized penis against her midsection, rolling his hips so that it stabbed her in the belly. Michelle's panic stricken mind fretted over being his prisoner but she could think of no way out of the ominous situation. Reluctantly she resigned herself to the fact Sarge would keep Rodney in jail if she didn't cooperate. Emu and Mosi held her legs wide apart while her hapless husband watched Sarge positioning himself to **** Michelle's fertile pussy with his huge black cock

Sarge lifted his hips. He arched his back enough so that his hard pecker barely touched Michelle and he merely let the head roam over her overheated flesh. Skillfully, he let his hips guide the head over her tummy making sure to graze every spot while leaving a trail of gooey wetness. Then he shifted his torso downward until the head of his pecker slipped between Michelle's widespread legs letting her know the end was near.

Michelle's chest heaved and rolled trying frantically to evade the man. Her breathing was so ragged it seemed she was losing control. Sarge threatened to invade her inner domain but then he pulled back giving her a temporary reprieve. He grinned feeling her body shudder every time he let his penis graze her unprotected opening. It was music to his ears hearing the loud gasps of maddening distress when he teased her.

All of a sudden Sarge accidentally pushed a little too hard. Suddenly the entire head of his enlarged penis got soaked with burning juices. He planned to pull back and continue the intense teasing but the heat was overwhelming. Michelle's cunt was extremely tight and it was so hot that Sarge's chest filled with cavernous desire. He thrust his hips feeling even more intense desire for the quivering woman.

Suddenly he couldn't stop his powerful hips. Sarge drove downwards like a beast. Michelle wanted to scream but she couldn't because her breathing had stopped. She felt the thick meat invade her most private haven knowing it was wrong but still she was unable to fight. The wide head sliced through her cervix with an ease so surprising that Michelle felt completely bewildered. Instead of it being the most humiliating and degrading event of her life, it seemed surreal and her body felt totally alive.

She could not remember holding her breath for such a long time. Michelle kept waiting for the expected pain but all she felt was the most concentrated sensations, which increased her heartbeat to an unbearable rate. Her chest pounded sending ***** rushing throughout her entire body and her temperature rose skyward giving her a fully flushed appearance.

The big, black man was buried to the hilt and the inferno was making his balls swell with buckets of cum. "Now you will have orgasm... show husband what a white whore you are. Feel my black rod in your belly... and cum... cum like a slut," he whispered.

Michelle was confused. 'What the hell did he mean? How could Rodney know what was going on,' she wondered?

"But you said sex... not this. No... Rodney must never know," she said feeling more desperate with each passing second. "No... I won't. Go ahead and have me, you bastard... but I won't do that. Never!"

It was this precise time Sarge waited for with every white woman he blackmailed. The time he became their ultimate master. The time he ****** them to climax while their husbands looked on.

He sensed Michelle was on the brink. He rammed his thick cock in and out a few times before grabbing her roughly by the hair. He reached forward jerking her head sideways. "See... see the mirror? Well your husband is behind that glass... watching. He is going to see orgasm... see you cum on my cock," Sarge whispered holding her head pointed at the two-way mirror. "There is only one way to free your husband!"

His words hung in the air like morning dew. Michelle realized that she not only had to have sex with the disgusting man, but she also had to make him happy.

Sarge let her head drop onto the leather sofa. He reached for her titties grabbing the nipples and squeezing hard. He pulled outward stretching the elastic buds beyond tolerable limits. "Don't you want to save your husband? There is only one way!"

She stared into the dark, stern eyes. The dilemma was profound. Suddenly his lips were moving again. "I will wait... wait for orgasm. Then I will fill your white cunt with black chizz," he whispered bringing an end to her futile struggle. "Fill belly with African cum."

Michelle was delirious and quickly overcome thinking she was doing the right thing. How her hand reached between the sweaty bodies was a mystery. Michelle's fingers slipped down her chest tracing a path across the soft under swell of her boobs to her tummy, which was quivering madly. Her hand seemed to belong to a stranger who moved her fingers with a passionate fervor over her heated flesh. She squirmed wildly seemingly trying to evade the self-gratifying caresses, but there was no escape.

The most profound moment of truth shocked Michelle back to reality. Her damning hand slipped downward between the two bodies and over the ticklish indent of her bellybutton. Her tummy jumped in reaction to the tender caresses and that was followed by a shocking gasp when her fingers dropped to caress her raised pelvis. Sarge realized what was happening and he arched his back raising his upper torso above Michelle. He stared at the reflection of naked bodies in the big two-way mirror with a feeling of immense pride and satisfaction.

Michelle was utterly astounded by her brazen immorality when her skilled fingers dipped into the valley of desire. She separated the puffy labia to expose her throbbing control button and it made her blush with immense shame. When she pinched the throbbing clitoris, her heart almost came out of her chest. She could feel the thick, black meat stretching her honey hole and she did the unthinkable. Her fingers rolled the tiny clit back and forth so vigorously that her hips rocked out of control. It was the most humiliating event of her life but Michelle reasoned it was the only way to save her husband.

Rodney stared at the utterly raunchy scene. His wife was always overly dramatic when she climaxed and it was very apparent Michelle was in the midst of an earth-shattering orgasm. Her face was contorted with profound lust. Her fingers were moving so fast he could only imagine what it did to her precious clitoris. His faithful wife was creaming with a big, black penis buried deep inside her womanhood.

Sarge was a master of deception. He arched his back and slapped Michelle's titties making sure to strike her swollen nipples each time. The burning inferno tightened around his enlarged pecker and he used constant pumping to end Michelle's spectacular downfall. The conquest was beyond Sarge's expectations and he imagined the husband witnessing his wife's ultimate demise.

Sarge was at his best when he released his demons. He uttered loud grunting sounds with each powerful thrust, as his lance cut through Michelle's inner being. Every time he inserted the flared head of his bulging penis into virgin territory, he jettisoned molten lava into the deepest reaches of her womb. Sarge put his dark hands on the sides of her hips pulling hard each time he thrust downward with his hips.

All of a sudden Rodney realized the guard next to him was talking. "She his white whore... she hot bitch. You wait... Enu and Mosi next," he said making Rodney shudder. "You watch... see wife get fucked by many black cock."

Rodney was distraught by the revelation. He watched his darling wife's body squirm and thrust with the African's cock still embedded in her snatch. There was no doubt she had experienced a violent orgasm matching the one Sarge was going through. As the big man's hips slowly came to a stop, Rodney's eyes opened wide in trepidation. The two guards standing next to the sofa were taking off their clothes. It took mere moments until they stood proud and stately beside the unknowing woman.

Michelle thought her turmoil was over. Suddenly she saw a naked man out of the corner of her eye. To make matters worse, the guard fisted his oversized cock making sure it was hard as steel. She watched the foreskin flow back and forth over the bulbous head like a well-oiled machine. A quantity of clear fluid squirted from the slit at the end of the black penis and Michelle realized the blackmail wasn't finished. These evil blackmailing guards were going to use and ***** her and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.

The three guards wanted her to struggle and protest. Sarge encouraged Michelle to fight and he allowed her legs to flail wildly, as she tried to stop Emu from getting between them. Sarge didn't hold her down or stop her from sitting up. He merely prevented her from getting off the sofa by pushing and prodding her so that she remained spread out on the leather cushions.

Suddenly Sarge ordered Mosi to assist him. Each held one of Michelle's legs until she was spread wide again allowing Emu complete freedom. The guard rolled onto the sofa and between her splayed legs bringing a scream of protest from the overpowered wife.

Rodney put his hands on the glass pretending that he wanted to help his wife. The guard standing beside him was enjoying the erotic display and he wanted to make the husband suffer. "Not worry... only fuck... not hurt wife," the guard whispered. They watched as Emu fisted his pecker and slapped Michelle's white flesh all over. First he left a wet trail across Michelle's flat belly before slapping her raised pelvis.

Sarge was now free to carry out more depraved chastisement. He reached across his desk flicking a switch to allow sound into the secret room so the husband could hear. "Emu see cunt... pretty white cunt," Emu said knowing what his boss expected him to do. "Emu stick prick in ... fuck white slut," the guard whispered shaking Rodney to the core. The husband watched in horror, as his wife's turmoil continued with a second guard mounting her naked body.

Michelle felt the head of the massive pecker spreading her labia wide until he could ravage the puffy clitoris. Emu crushed the tender bud before slipping the wide head inside the hot opening. Amazingly, Michelle felt his cock slide into her cavity without the slightest bit of pain. Sarge had taken care of any required stretching and his semen lubricated her smooth, heated channel.

Instantly the heat of her pussy overwhelmed the big African. He rammed his big cock to the hilt pounding Michelle's ass deep into the plush cushions. Emu marveled his reward for working with the unscrupulous Sarge. He grinned wide and desperately clung to his last shred of stamina. It sent shivers through the spectators seeing his body covered with sweat, which made his muscles stand out prominently all over his body. He appeared like Zeus, as Rodney watched the powerfully built African ravage his innocent wife.

Emu quickly developed a smooth rhythm with his desire soaring sky-high. Michelle thought he had limited stamina but she was sorely wrong. The African pumped in and out of her precious honey hole like a madman enjoying the ride of his life. Emu arched his back and grabbed both of Michelle's arms holding them stretched out to the sides. He straightened his arms so that his upper body hovered over his precious, white slave, which gave everyone a perfect view of Michelle's luscious body.

Sarge grinned when he shifted so he could get close to Michelle. He put his mouth next to her ear and whispered. "You good white ass... hubby like seeing his wife fuck... fuck big Blackman." Sarge put his fingers in her hair and yanked so that her head faced the reflective glass. "Husband watch wife fuck... you save his sorry ass when you fuck Emu. You cum ... again ... and make Sarge happy."

Michelle's eyes opened wide when she stared at the uncanny reflections. She stared into the mirror knowing she was looking into Rodney's eyes. Michelle imagined her husband on the other side of the glass watching her demise but she didn't know how to fight the mean, dominant Sarge. She didn't know how to show Rodney that she was being ****** and suddenly realized she couldn't fool any of the men.

It seemed that every time she acted worried or distraught, she conveyed sheer passion and desire. All of a sudden a spasm shot through her insides, and then another more powerful than the first. She could only imagine what it looked like from the other side of the mirror. Suddenly Sarge nibbled on her ear, which resulted in another spasm so strong it rocked her fragile confidence.

Sarge kept his mouth at her ear. "You very sexy... you like black cock... don't you?" He kept her face pointed directly at the mirror so she couldn't hide her despair. "You pay. The price for husband's freedom is... one more orgasm. You cum or else Sarge fuck ass... fuck ass with his big... black... cock!"

If she could disappear, Michelle would have at that moment. Although she stared at her imaginary husband wanting to fight and struggle with all her might, time stopped for the distraught woman. She could only imagine what it looked like being a captive to the two Africans. Emu hovered over her body with his black cock deep inside her precious opening, as he held her arms fully outstretched to her sides.

Sarge held her head turned directly at the mirror, as he whispered orders in her ear. "You do it... do it... now!" Sarge said a split second before biting down hard. His teeth bit into Michelle's tender ear bringing about instant pain. She screamed but Sarge merely bit harder. He bit just hard enough to break the skin and her ***** was like an intoxicating **** to his crazed mind.

He yelled through his clinched teeth. "That's it... move cunt... fuck Emu's black cock. You fuck Emu... put black cock in belly... fuck Emu!"

The pain was gone but not the screaming agony. But now it was the agony of lust, which quickly robbed her sanity. Sarge had broken her spirit. "No... no, gawd no... Oh gawd I can't stop," Michelle moaned. Sarge bit harder but there was no more pain, only the agony of a woman surrendering her soul. Her voice was loud and shook Rodney to the core. "Fuck... fuck me you bastard. Fuck me with your big cock... so fucking big. Oh gawd, so deep... inside... I can't stop, I caaaaan't."

Her stomach went into convulsion, as she succumbed to the African police officer. Suddenly it didn't matter anymore. "Oh my gawd... I'm cuuumming... cuuumming," she yelled at Sarge. Her mind was consumed by pure, unadulterated sex. No love or no tender emotions. There was only pure ****** lust.

He twisted her head to keep her face pointed at the mirror. "Tell Sarge what you are."

She didn't hesitate. "I'm your white woman... oh gawd... your white cunt. Take me you black bastard!" The only thing she cared about was satisfying her raging desire and her body went out of control. Her world consisted of only one thing. A big, black cock buried deep inside her womanly being. "Fuck me... fuck me you... you... you cocksucker!"

Sarge wanted her to beg even more and for some profound reason Michelle complied. He thrust his big hand under her thrashing torso, which was driving up at Emu, until he wormed his way to her squirming rear end. Sarge fondled her ass threatening to shove his fingers between her vulnerable butt cheeks, which Michelle desperately tried to squeeze together.

"You cum... or next Sarge will fuck ass. Use big cock on your white ass and show husband... wife is slut."