Much more interesting was a pretty, naive, school-girl, who
looked horny without really meaning to. An example was
Juliette, the little sister of a friend, cute with short
brown curly hair, and aged about 18. She always looked sexy
in a girlish sort of way – maybe wearing a pink woolly
sweater, little miniskirt, white tights, and pixie boots. My
friend once told me that he made her give him blow-jobs… I
never knew whether it was true, but I enjoyed vivid
fantasies about the idea of her pouty lips wrapped around my
school-boy cock.

One weekend, her brother’s parents were away, and he decided
to have an all-night barbecue. I chatted up a couple of
girls, but spent most of the time drinking and talking to
the boys. It reached two or three in the morning, and we sat
in the back garden. Juliette was next to me, but not close,
and I wasn’t about to try anything with her while my friends
looked on. Then, one of the others tried to put his arm
around her – She edged towards me, obviously not interested,
and soon was pressed next to me. She was wearing a white
halter-top, its shoulder ties slipped to the side of her
arms, and a white skirt that finished just above her knees.
I put an arm around her, resting it on her shoulder, and she
rested her head against me. I risked putting my other hand
on her knee and she just kissed my neck gently. “I’m
tired..” she murmured into my ear. “Will you take me to
bed?”.

We had tents pitched in the garden, so we found one and
climbed in. Juliette unrolled her sleeping bag, and pulled
out her night-clothes. She was fumbling and, like myself,
had drank far too much considering her age. “Can I help
you?” I asked, and she nodded. As we both knelt on the
sleeping bag, her back towards me, I pulled the little bow
the went from the halter top round her neck. “There’s some
clips on the back” Juliette whispered, so I unfastened the
four or five clips, and watched the thin white top open
before me. She held her arms up and I lifted the top up, and
put it to one side. Moving my hands to her tummy, I gently
touched her young body, raising my caresses to the little
bumps that were becoming breasts. Her nipples were hard,
maybe from the cold, but she turned and kissed me as I
played with them between my fingers. I moved my lips to
hers, and felt a little tongue probing between them, pushing
to touch my own. As she turned she tilted back onto her
bottom, folding her legs up against her front. Her skirt
stretched over her bottom now only covered the top of her
legs, and I touched them, slipping a hand between her calf
and thigh. My palm slipped down to the skirt’s hem, then
round to the inside of her thigh, until my fingertips were
touching her tight little panties. Her kisses were becoming
more furtive, so treating this as desire I slipped my
fingers, and then my hand, under the knickers, and over her
smooth, almost hairless pussy. Her knees parted so exerting
some pressure on my middle finger, I parted her labia, and
touched the tight, sticky, inside of this cute little
school-girl vagina. After playing like this for what felt
like hours, Juliette slipped out of her skirt and panties, I
undressed, and together we climbed into the sleeping bag,
pressed body to body, closely together.

My penis was long and hard, and below the fabric of the bag,
I felt her fumbling fingers stroking me. Reaching down, I
closed her fingers around its girth and motioned them up and
down, then moved an arm around her lithe body. My fingers
touched the cleft of her buttocks, and pressed her groin
closer as she slowly masturbated me.

The young, pretty, nymphet begin to whimper, becoming
excited from the un-deliberate rubbing of her own hands
against her clitoris, and the pace of her masturbation began
to increase. She started to suck on my ear-lobes, licking up
and down my neck, and I knew that I would soon be cumming.
“Can I cum inside of you?” I asked, gently. By way of an
answer, the twelve year old brunette rolled us, as if as
one, so that I was on top of her, between her knees.

Reaching between her legs, I parted her labia and nudged the
head of my cock between the lips. Her fingers joined mine,
then moved to hold my foreskin, continuing her unrelentless
wanking, forward and back. She pulled more than she pushed,
and slowly I begin to slip into her tight cavity, I ecstatic
as I floated on the verge of orgasm. As my penis was
enveloped a few inches into her pussy she grunted as her
hymen broke, and put her fingers around my balls, squeezing
gently. I pushed slightly harder, and slid deep into her
body.

Juliette said nothing, but emitted little pants and gasps as
I moved in and out. Her forefinger stretched up touching the
skin between my scrotum and anus. “Juliette, my bottom,
touch my bottom and help me cum….”. The obedient girl
kissed my lips, then pushed a forefinger an inch into my
rectum making me gasp. “Do it, please, do it now” she said,
crying in her lust. I pulled my prick back until just its
head was inside of her, then begin more forcefully and
deeply thrusting in and out. Her tongue was darting around
my mouth, as she wiggled the finger that penetrated my
behind, and in moments I felt a cold sensation raising from
the inside of my legs, up into my balls. “Yes, Juliette,
Yes” I told her, feeling her other hand vibrating the small
part of my cock that was outside of her young cunt. With a
final thrust, I ejaculated my cum deep inside of her, with
the sudden realisation that I could be making her pregnant.
I half pulled out, but as the next wave of orgasm hit me,
pushed back in, not caring in my ecstasy. My whole body felt
that it was in orgasm as I spurted again and again.
Eventually I stopped, exhausted but sated, and stayed
inside, still kissing my young girl-friend as my penis
softened, and we, together, fell asleep.

I woke up the following morning alone. Feeling guilty, yet
uncertain about the events of the previous evening, I went
into the house with some trepidation. Those who were neither
throwing up in the toilets, or still asleep outside, were
eating breakfast, so I joined them, getting a bowl of cereal
and a black coffee. I was a bit queasy and conscious that
Juliette in some fit of nerves might have told someone of
our night together. However, a few minutes later, Juliette
appeared, looking like a vision, in a little white baby-doll
nighty. With her panties just visible below its frilled hem,
and cute white ankle-socks she looked like an advertisement
for little-girl sex, and I knew that other boys were
effected by her. She gave me a coy smile, then went over to
the fridge. Filling a glass with milk, she walked back to
the door, paused, then came towards me. I was worried as to
what she might say, but she just smiled and passed me a bit
of paper. Her brother looked up, but as she told me it was
‘just a telephone message’ looked down again.

It wasn’t until I returned home that I opened it. My parents
were at Church, but I went to my room and took the note from
my pocket, laying it on the bed.

“Dear Ian,

Last night was lovely for me… I love you so much, but know
that you’re probably not interested in a girl like me
because I’m too young. I don’t mind if you have lots of
other girl-friends, but I’ll always do anything for you.
I’ve been looking at William’s dirty magazines since I came
to bed, and read one that showed an older girl in a school
uniform being spanked. Would you want to spank me? Is that
what men want to do with girls like me? Maybe you want me to
suck your willy while you spurt your white stuff into my
mouth? You could do anything at all, really, even if I
didn’t like it, or if it hurt me, because you’re all that
matters. Please call me, and even if I’m not as old, or as
pretty, as your other girl-friends, at least you know that
I’ll always say yes to you.

I love you.

Juliette.”

It is this gravity which I will shake.

In body she is a girl still. Long, smooth legs and arms.
A tight, athletic bottom of a totally gratuitous degree of beau
ty. Understated but classically lovely breasts. Strong shoul
ders and an unusually striking long neck, with a very prideful
quality. Her head is graceful and wellset. A mane of long
sometimeslight and sometimesdark blond hair.

It is this wholesome prettiness which I will degrade.

The face? Unusual. The woman’s eyes, changeable as to shade and
hue, draw one in, over and over. The stormgrey eyes that you
smiled into yesterday may be dark umber tomorrow. There is also
a peculiar asymmetry, in that not only are her eyes not in hori
zontal plane (true of many people), the eyes are slightly differ
ent sizes. This is not discomfiting; rather enchanting, further
proof that THIS one is THE one, and not just another one.

This is the one whose eyes must be made to see into Hell, and
smile at what they see.

To kiss this woman is to draw close enough to get inside the
orbit of those eyes, to taste sweet lips and a lively tongue and
for a moment forget what one might have seen mirrored in the
eyes…

But today is not a day for kissing.

***

This woman feels that she has done wrong. Her great intelligence
wars with her sexuality, analyzing and measuring the very feel
ings that defy analysis and corrupt measurement. In order to be
taken away from her own constant scrutiny, she must be abused,
treated with rough disdain, as though enough humiliation and pain
trips a relay that not only allows her to come, but stills the
dry, pedantic voices in her head.

***

When I enter the room, she has been standing, roped to the top of
a door, almost on tiptoes, for about ten minutes. The strained
posture does artistic things to the dynamics of her trim, athlet
ic legs, and the raising and centering of her cuffed arms pushes
her small breasts together and out. She is wearing panties and a
cotton Tshirt; this I have allowed her.

I walk over and stand next to her. “Getting any taller?” I
ask, jokingly.

“No, sir.” She doesn’t like a lot of talk. _I_ like a lot of
talk, so a lot of talk is what she gets. She also doesn’t really
know what I can accomplish with talk. There have been those who
have been broken under my casual conversation more profoundly
than if I had used a branding iron.

But now the time for talking is passed.

I lean down and run the backs of my fingers up one calf. The
woman shivers slightly, a racing horse in tether.

***

I return to the room, dragging a simple wooden director’s chair.
What I am about to do was actually taught me by a teenage girl,
long ago; one of the legion of masturbatory exhibitionists and
generalpurpose kinks that seem to find me by means of some
sexual sonar.

I sit down in the chair and study the woman. Her face is in an
attractive grimace, eyes slitted, lips pulled back across her
large, healthy white teeth. She flicks a sideways glance at me
from under her knitted brows. There is still a good deal of
defiance in that look. I steeple my hands and ask, “Would you
like to be let down?”

The woman looks at me again, this time warily. “Yyes, Sir.
Please.”

“Oh, it pleases. I wouldn’t have suggested the possibility if
it didn’t please me.” I get up from the director’s chair and
slide it closer to her, so that the chair is almost under her,
but facing the wrong way. “Would you like to be let down into
this chair?” I say, smiling.

She studies the smile, and a blazing mix of emotions flash across
her face; fear, anticipation, lustand something else, perhaps
bewilderment. This woman is seldom bewildered, and it feels
strange and exciting. (Of course, she is relatively seldom hung
from a door, but this does not bewilder; this was requested.)
“Yes” she says, her voice somewhat strained from her lengthy
suspension.

I turn up the smile another notch. I have had 300pound bikers
walk away backward from _this_ smile. “Would you like?” I
continue, in a harsh whisper, “to be let down _onto_ this
chair?”

The woman’s differentsized eyes flare, and her mouth clamps
shut. She looks sideways at me, finally not seeing me but the
authority, the terrible punishment, the indignity, the pain that
her inner voices need. “Please…” she says, in a voice as
hoarse as mine. “Please…”

I step very close to the woman. I snap my fingers and a short,
bitterly sharp leafbladed knife jumps from my sleeve into my
hand. A mere trick, but impressive in the context. Before she
can react, I slice her panties in half, one vertical swipe down
the back that kisses the skin as lightly as a breeze. One more
pass and the wispy garment falls to the floor. I put the knife
away (did she show a flash of disappointment?) and run my hands
slowly, carefully over her buttocks. Not a sexual gesture; more
like an examination of the ground before some surgical operation.

With one hand I steadily but firmly pry her cheeks apart. I use
the middle finger of the other hand to first locate, then touch,
then penetrate her tight, dry anus. A gasp is born in the
woman’s body but she kills it before it can reach her lips.

Looking the woman in the eyes, I unsmilingly work my finger in
her body, gently but steadily maneuvering until the finger is in
up to the second joint. Her asshole is very tight, very dry,
very hot. I wiggle the embedded finger a few times. The woman’s
face tries to stay cool, but her eyelids flutter and her mouth
tics.

***

“Close your eyes,” I say softly. The woman is slow. She wants
somehow to see over her shoulders and back, to see my hand plun
dering her ass. “Close your eyes, I said!” I bark. I take my
free hand from her buttocks and slap her across one breast, fast
but not very hard. This is a richly symbolic “wrong” thing to
do to a woman; she likes it very much.

“Keep your fucking eyes closed” I warn. I remove the finger
from her asshole. The woman gasps. Her eyes are squeezed tight
ly shut. For some odd reason, the nipple of the unslapped breast
is now as hard as a gemstone and pokes impertinently at the thin
fabric of the Tshirt.

I pop the snap on the chair’s canvas seatcover and slide the top
back flap down. The upper end of the back leg of the chair now
stands free, a round pole of polished wood with a rounded end,
about one inch in diameter.

I walk to the side table, open the drawer, take out the metal
container, walk back to the hanging woman. I open the tin, scoop
out a healthy dollop of slippery substance with two fingers, find
her asshole, and start working the slimy fingers and the Crisco
into her anus. The woman makes a kind of slippedgear noise, but
keeps her eyes shut.

***

“What will you do if I let you down?”

“…Anything.”

“Oh, really? Anything?”

“…Yes, sir.”

“Will you, oh, let’s see…will you masturbate to my
directions?”

“If you like, Sir.”

“Will you talk to me while you are doing it?”

“…talk about…?”

I slap the same breast again. Such a nice breast for hitting;
small, firm, delicately pointed. The woman gasps.

***

“You may open your eyes,” I say. “I am now going to let you
down onto the chair.” I can see her face, showing relief, then
trying to hide it. I slide the chair around until it is posi
tioned up against the backs of her legs, the polelike rear leg
sticking up at an angle. She looks over her shoulder at the
chair, and then at me.

I get another gob of Crisco, and slowly and thoroughly smear it
all over the chair leg, around the knobby top and a foot down the
rounded, polished shaft.

The woman looks at the chair leg, at my hand, and then at my
face. Her expression becomes…profound. A complex mixture of
terror and desire, one might almost say. She whispers, like dry
leaves rattling, “I…_can’t_.”

I smile. “You will.”

“It’ll hurt me. It could KILL me!”

“Well, you’ve got those nice long legs, and last night, I meas
ured you and the chair, dozens of times, and sawed four inches
off the bottoms of the chair legs.” I wipe my greasy hands on
her Tshirt, and reach for the ropes holding her wrists to the
top of the door frame. “As for hurt,” I continue, “I thought
that was the idea.”

The woman’s odd eyes now glance frantically about the room. She
licks her lips rapidly. Then she seems to briefly increase in
intensity, like an overloaded light bulb. Finally she nods.

***

“Are you comfortable?” I ask with a hint of a sneer. I had
tried it on myself, of course, previously, but there’s always a
difference in tolerance between things under ones’ own control
and things imposed from the outside.

The woman makes a low grunting noise. She is standing stock
still on her toes, slightly tipped forward, holding onto the back
of the chair with both hands in a whiteknuckled grip. She
certainly has that profoundly impaled look about her.

***

“Can you deal with it?” I ask, steadying her upper body with my
hands. I feel obscurely like some monstrous physical therapist,
assisting a patient in some painful but necessary treatment. At
that, I am not far wrong.

She squeezes out each word individually. “I…don’t…KNOW!”

***

The woman is touching herself. Things are beginning to happen.
She stirs lightly on her impalement, and the chair shifts and
creaks. She groans. “Hurt me…more!” she hisses.

I smile over her shoulder. “How?” I ask, as if asking a dining
patron if she wants freshground pepper.

“Tits!” she snarls, massaging faster between her legs. I am
further amused; this woman doesn’t say `tits’ when referring to
herself, not when she _is_ herself. Here, in the land of sweet
pain, we bark like dogs and grunt like pigs and use the MOST
disrespectful terminology.

I can only free one hand. I need to keep steady hold of the
woman, by a fist full of bunchedup Tshirt, to keep her upright.
She is just now beginning to give and lock at the knees, just a
very tiny bit. This brings her down a tiny bit onto the chair
leg, and then back up. I note this with some approval.

With my free hand, I reach around and once again begin slapping
her breasts. To do this almost makes me squeamish; I summon a
certain professional detachment that allows me to continue with
what is, after all, both required by the woman and vital to our
enterprise. Each delicate little breast rebounds from the flat
of my hand. The nipples seem to grow and then wane, grow and
subside, on individual impulses of their own. When my hand
begins to sting I seize a nipple and twist it, hard. The woman’s
fine head snaps back on her long, slender neck, and a lovely
grating noise escapes from her mouth.

***

I look down over the woman’s shoulder. One hand is digging in
the top of her vulva, the other is raking red nailmarks across
her smooth white belly. She is rocking on the chair leg, now,
with her feet flat on the floor. I hold her all the tighter with
one hand and arm, but there is one thing I must do before things
escalate to their determined conclusion. Without letting go, I
kneel, reach my right arm around and down until my hand reaches
the junction of the woman’s thighs. For once I am glad to be
tall and long of arm.

“Take your hand away for a little” I demand. The woman groans
but complies. I search with two fingers into her hot, twitching
center. It is as wet as it has ever been. “I just want to” I
say, soothingly, as I stick the two fingers up into her cunt,
“check on something” I feel with the backs of the fingers along
the rear wall of the vagina, “and see how it feels…”

I press the fingers up and backwards until I can feel the wooden
solidity of the chair leg through the intervening layers of
muscle and tissue. I press, lightly. The woman gives a terri
ble, startling moan and begins to contract around my hand. I
push very delicately at the back wall of her cunt, still holding
her firmly, as she writhes flatfooted on the chair leg. The
woman whips a hand down to rub her clit; this I allow. With the
other hand she captures one nipple through the Tshirt and sav
ages it far more violently than I am accustomed to doing. This I
allow.

The climax is lengthy, episodic, and serial. Toward the end I
remove my hand and take a fresh grip on the woman’s body; she
shows a tendency to slump after orgasm, and that would be danger
ous in the current configuration.

It is easy enough to hold up a woman this size and slide the
chair out of and out from under her. I let her fall, panting,
into the chair. I stand behind her, stroking her shoulders and
pushing her sweaty bangs away from her forehead.

Finally she speaks. “Sir?”

“Umm hmm…”

“Out of scene?”

“Oh, yes, indeed.”

She makes a whooshing exhalation, then turns and gives me one of
her `evil’ smiles; squinty eyes, knitted brows, mouth turned up.
I find it perfectly charming. “They warned me,” she says.

“Who warned you?”

“You know. They said you were absolutely 100% stone crazy and
dangerous.”

“Me? I’m a pussycat. I don’t make people do difficult things;
just think about a walnut fourposter bed, for example.”

She grimaced. “As soon as I can get up from here, I’m not
sitting down again for two weeks.”

I step away, rubbing my hands together. “You’ll be all right?”
I ask.

The woman halfturns to look at me. “You’re going?”

“Yes. I have other business…”

She nods, shivers slightly and then grimaces as some sore part is
disturbed.

I move toward the door. “I’ll call you,” I say. I open the
door to the hall, look back over my shoulder, and add “You can
keep the chair. The Crisco was, I believe, yours to begin
with.”

The woman’s last facial expression stays with me as I go whis
tling down the stairs and into the street.

We met as scheduled and enjoyed the painting and sculpture and then
decided to go somewhere for a drink. We ended up at a small bar near her
apartment that neither of us had ever been in before. we sipped our drinks
and caught up on each others lives. Neither of us paid much attention to the
surroundings until the pianist started playing. He was very attractive and
played extremely well. He ran through lots of songs from the 60’s and 70’s
and then people started to sing and make requests. Between Janice and I we
knew practically every song he started after just the first couple of bars,
and it turned out to be lots of fun here.

The waitress was very busy so I went up to the bar during the break and
tried to scrunch in between a couple of guys to order fresh drinks. Suddenly
I was grabbed from behind by a pair of huge hands. I jumped and the man who
was holding me whispered “don’t scream and I’ll let you live”. I immediately
laughed as I recognized that voice. I turned around and saw Ted, a guy I had
worked with about five years before. He was always using that line. Ted is
about 6′2″ and 200 in all the right places. I’d forgotten that sexy grin of
his and was delighted to see him. We hugged and kissed on the cheek and he
ordered the drinks for me. When they were ready I invited him to our table and
as we turned to walk there I noticed Rick was deeply engrossed in a game of
bar dice with Janice.

I introduced Janice to Ted and he and Rick did a high five, they had been
friends for a long time it seems. Janice was anxious to get back to the game
and I asked what they were playing for. She calmly said TP. I know Janice
and I know that TP to her is not toilet paper. But she didn’t usually move so
fast. Janice is 5′11″ barefooted and has the kind of traffic stopping legs
most of us would kill for. But she’s jealous of my boobs, so I guess we’re
even.

The break ended before the dice game and Rick went back to the piano and
played all our favorites and I discovered Ted has a great voice. During the
next break Janice beat Rick fair and square in dice and I could see her
thinking about the upcoming events. I was getting very drunk on the music and
the bourbon and when Rick was through playing she suggested we all go to her
place.

Ted drove me in his car and Janice took Rick in hers. She is a great
hostess and managed to fix up some munchies very quickly as well as fix new
drinks. We were soon dancing to some soft music and Ted was holding me very
tight. Not only could he sing but he danced beautifully. And Rick and Janice
seemed to be getting along quite well also. I seem to remember her saying
they would see us in the morning and showing Ted where the guest room was. He
was very considerate and helped me remove my clothes, cause by this point I
needed help. And the next thing I knew he was kissing me leaving little doubt
about what the night would bring.

He massaged my temples and kissed my forehead and worked his way down my
eyelids. Then he kissed my nose and my lips and my chin and my ears and my
neck. I’ve never been worshipped quite like that before. I discovered his
fondness for boobs and was very thankful God gave me an ample pair. He licked
and sucked and nibbled and caressed them until I thought I would cum right
there. I tried to run my fingers on his strong body but he pressed me back on
the bed and said, “later, love. For now I want you to lie back and just enjoy
my making love to you”. That sounded so inviting, so I followed instructions.

He kissed his way down my chest to my tummy and made me giggle. Then he
ran his hands down my sides and gently brushed my pubic hair as his lips
kissed a straight line down to the same area. I felt him separate my thighs
just enough for him to tease me with his tongue on my clit. That caused a
reaction he must have liked cause he kept it up until I was moaning and seeing
fireworks in my head. His strong fingers wound their way down my thighs and
one of them slowly pressed into the wetness and caused more moans from my
lips. He gently used two fingers to open me further and followed that with a
great tongue session that gave me several more climaxes. Then I felt his
fingers exploring inside me again and it was wonderful. He whispered that he
wanted me to be very ready for him and I responded that I was. I soon learned
why he was so concerned. He had the longest cock I’ve ever encountered and it
was thick as well. As he pressed into me I tried to press back but it was
almost like being a virgin again. It was incredible and bordered on being
painful at the same time. Very slowly he pushed deeper and then he would stop
momentarily and let me adjust to the feeling of this penetration. Again he
moved deeper inside my pussy and when I was certain there couldn’t be any more
he continued to fill me up. He commented on how tight I was and I mumbled
something about his going where no man had gone before.

I’m generally of the opinion that size isn’t usually the determining
factor in how pleasurable sex can be but frankly when you’re hung like Ted you
don’t have to worry about how you use it! But he was very accomplished and he
didn’t just move in and out, he moved from side to side and that too drove me
wild. As he began a rhythmic action I began to cum constantly and there was
no let up until he decided I needed a breather. He was totally in control of
himself and of me as well. As my ragged breathing returned to a more normal
state he moved his hands under my back and pulled me upright. He lifted one
leg at a time and we ended up forming a see-saw of sorts. Then he pressed
deep into me again and I knew nothing but pure ecstasy. He kept up the slow
loving movement until I thought I’d just give in and pass out. Sensing my
condition he stopped and held me close, rubbing my back and kissing me. I
loved this feeling of being truly treasured. We untangled our legs and he
rolled me over to my knees and spread my legs enough to gain entrance doggy
fashion. One thrust was enough to know this was going to be the best yet. He
never rammed me, he just pressed and retreated and pushed in again. His hands
were touching my hanging breasts and his cock was doing all the talking for
both of us. I know I yelled out but I don’t know how loud it was. I only
know he kept taking me to Heaven and back again. Thrusting deep, and pulling
back, pushing in and wiggling to the left and right. This was pure physical
sensation. I was at his mercy and couldn’t stop cumming over and over. My
knees were getting weak, hell, my whole body was getting weak. I begged him
to cum with me and he calmly told me he knew I could cum some more first. It
may sound like a woman in this position isn’t doing much work and perhaps I
only felt like I had run a marathon. But he was right again, and I was
quickly on the brink and then over the edge once more. He gave the term
multiple orgasms a new dimension in my mind. After a few more minutes that
seemed like hours to me he finally told me it was time. And to feel him
quiver and shoot his hot sticky load so deep inside of me was wonderful too.
One last powerful thrust and he was still filling me with cum. Ever in
control, Ted put his strong arms around me and together we rolled to our side
and cuddled in the spoon position. I didn’t want to ever move again. Just
lie there in his arms and feel his chest up against my back, his lips nuzzling
my neck and his legs next to mine.

I happened to notice the clock then and what had seemed like hours had in
fact been three hours since we left the bar. I sometimes have trouble
sleeping in strange surroundings but not this night. Ted held me close all
night and made love to me again in the morning. Soon the sound of the coffee
grinder could be heard and we showered together and presented our clean and
very satisfied bodies, now clothed again.

Janice was in the kitchen humming and Rick was pouring orange juice for
all of us. She turned to me and smiled and asked how was feeling. My look
must have told her volumes. She laughed and suggested I sit down, I was
walking funny so she said. At the breakfast table we chatted politely and
finally she said she thought she’d made a major mistake. I asked what and she
replied “winning top position meant I had to do all the work”! Rick grinned
and said he’d make it up to her as soon as the dishes were done. Ted and I
volunteered to do KP and they slipped away to the bedroom again. We cleaned
up and left them a note thanking them for the great time and left. As I
dropped Ted off at his car he pulled me close and asked what my plans were for
diner that night. I suggested that I would love for him to come to dinner at
my place. He said he’d bring the wine and be there at 7:30. I can hardly
wait for dinner!!!!

Eddie was the next one on the list for him she put on her teddy
that showed her hot tits and ever so hot pussy exposed for all to
see. When he walk into the Kitchen to get a bite, little did he
know how hot a bite it would be. She walked up from behind him
and started rubbing his cock. He thought it was his girlfriend so
he said do it harder baby. But to his growing surprise he turned
to find Shirley rubbing his growing cock. That got him even
hotter. She looked at him and said I want to suck all of you, he
gladly agreed, but she said you’ll have to come back later to get
you’re reward for being sooo hot love. He went to work on getting
rid of his girlfriend for the night. Then it came to him, I’ll tell
her I have a dinner date that will run late into the night. Randy
went to the bar for a drink and got the biggest surprise of them
all, as he was pouring a drink for himself he felt his pants being
unzipped and his cock grabbed and put in something nice and warm.

He slowly looked down to see Shirley eagerly working his now
growing dick. He was so hot, he thought he would pop, then she just
stop where she was. And said later, just come back if you want more
sucking and fucking from me. BIG BOY, nice cock. He wasn’t sure if
he could get rid of his girlfriend for the night but said he
would sure try his best. The last and hardest to get was Tom, He
was to shy not use to girls who took charge. She had to work
slowly on him. She started by massaging his shoulders and
caressing his chest. He really liked that, made him relax just a
bit. So she kissed his lips and rubbed his cock while they
kissed. He really warmed up to that. He start taking off her
blouse and sucking her big hot tits, while he stroked her pussy.

Then she got up in front of him and slide her pants down. She ask,
like what you see. If so come back later for more fun. So by the
time she worked all of them into coming back she was ever so hot
and ever so ready for them all. The first one to get back was
Randy, she had just teased him to get him to come back, so while
they waited for the others she told him that she would give him a
sample of what was to come with the night ahead. She slowly took
her robe off, to reveal a teddy under it with her tits and sweet
pussy exposed. She told him that he was now her slave for the
night and if he didn’t do as she ask that he would have to suck
one of the other slaves cocks for her. He would have to watch the
others fuck and suck his mistress, without being able to touch her
at all or she could make him beg for a lick of her sweet pussy
while the others watched him beg for it. He eagerly agreed to
what she ask. So she told him to get down on all fours like a dog
and lick her sweet pussy. There came a knock on the door just as
he started licking her clit. He stopped licking her cunt and she
said that is one penalty you will pay for. Then she ask who it
was and the answer was it’s Tony. She said come in, so he came in
to find Randy on all fours licking his mistress’s pussy. Now that
you have come back she said, I will tell you the rules too. You
must do my bidding all night if you want me. He thought to
himself sounds fun to me, so he agreed to do her bidding for the
night. She made him suck on her tits while Randy licked Tony’s
cock for not obeying her orders. Then she made Tony suck her clit
for a while. If you want to have fun tonight with me you will do
as I say. There was a knock on the door she said come in. It was
Brian. He agreed to her rules. She made Brian fuck her hard with
long strokes. They knew her sweet pussy and hot mouth would be
well worth it. The next one to show was Eddie, he had the hops
for Shirley for a long time. Shirley knew he would do her
bidding. She made him lick her clit and Brian’s cock as it came
out of her cunt. The last one to pop in was Tom. He had got drunk
before coming to see her. He started trying to kiss all over her.

She said my slaves only do what I tell them to do. Unless they
have earned free time. Besides if they didn’t like it they have
to do what I tell them to or suck my slaves cocks until I tell
them they can stop. Or any penalty I want to make you do. I could
even make you watch the others do every thing for me. But she
also told them if you don’t want do to more than one thing I ask
you must leave then or pay the penalty. She had Tony take Randy’s
place between her legs as she laid down on her bed. Then she took
Randy’s and Brian’s cocks in her hot throbbing mouth and started
working them ever so slowly while she stroked Eddie’s and Tom’s
cocks in her hand. She made Tony stop licking her sweet pussy, he
didn’t want to let go it was so good. She said let go or pay the
penalty. He took the penalty so she let him lick it for a few
more minutes. Then Brian was told to put his cock deep in her
juicy cunt while Tony licked at her cunt and clit. She made him
lick Brian’s cock as it came out and went in between licking her
clit. Then she told him he had to pay for his penalty now. He had
to give her his cock for close inspection, She put it in her hot
mouth, as she moaned. She told her slaves if they were good she
would give them free time [when they could do what they wanted
with her for mins.]. So they all worked hard to please her. She
told them that the had earned their free time. So Brian fucked
her sweet pussy while Randy licked her clit. Eddie had her
sucking his hard cock for him. And Tony wanted her hot asshole,
so he had to pay before he could get his hot cock in her ass. She
made him tell her how much he wanted to fuck her tight asshole,
he told her he wanted to feel her tight ass close around his cock
like a vise. Since he was such a good slave she let him put it
deep in her ass. She slowly worked Randy’s growing cock in her
hand. Then she put it deep in her mouth for a long suck of his
cock. They all were moaning and working each other as fast as
they could. Tom was fucking her sweet tits they were so big and
warm on his cock. Then she told them Free time was over. So she
made them do her bidding again. This time thought she wanted to
suck their hot cocks while some of them fucked her. She wanted
every one of her hot holes to be filled with their big juicy
cocks. She loved them so. So Tony got her hot asshole while Eddie
fucked her tight sweet cunt. She wanted Brian’s hot dick in her
mouth, so she could take all of his yummy cummm. Which left Tom
without a nice hole to fill. So she told him to put it in her hot
mouth with Brian’s juicy cock, she would work them both. Randy had
been a bad slave earlier so he just got her hands attention. Tony
was the first to try to cum on her, but she wouldn’t let him fill
her hot ass with his cum not just yet. He would have to what and
ask his mistress permission first. So he ask her if he may please
cum in her hot ass. She let him. It got her so tight that it made
the others want to try to cum on her. It squeezed the cum out of
his balls. The next one was Eddie, he tried to cum just after
Tony. But he had to ask first so he did, give me all the cum
you’ve got hot stuff. He shot his hot load in her tight pussy.

Eddie could feel the cum shot forth into her hot ass as he shot
even more in her wet pussy. She sucked Brian and Tom even hard as
she felt all the cum being shot into her. They had never been
sucked and worked so hard before and tried to explode soon
after. She made them wait while she sucked them harder than
before. Then they ask if they may give her all the hot cum they
had for her. She said in a few minutes I’m not through sucking you
hot juicy cocks yet. She took longer and faster strokes on their
cocks and then said fill my hot mouth with all that hot cum. They
filled her hot mouth as she tried to suck it all in, but it was
just to much for her. It ran down her face and on to her
tits. Then she grabbed Randy’s long rod and put it deep in her
mouth to work it, He moaned and said I’m so sorry I was bad
mistress, please forgive me. She told him only if you shot your
hot cum deep in my throat. Then he begged her to please let him
fill her hot throat with his cum. You must wait because you were
so bad, just before he lost it she said fill me now. But she loved
every minute. She told them that they would have to meet again
really soon, but for now she had some friends coming over. So they
would have to stop for this night right there. But that there
would be other nights if they were game.