He liked to dress for travel. His trademark beat-up sweatshirt and jeans
didn’t win him any compliments as he boarded in LA, but that was okay. But
this, this was different. Shlepping his (must be 200 pounds; did I pack an
anvil in here?) luggage across the threshold of the Grand Kempinski’s
entrance doors left him feeling very slovenly indeed. His back spasmed
briefly as he lowered his bags. Use your knees, stupid.

He shrugged off the sneer from the counter help as he checked in. Against
his objections, she rang for a bellhop. No avoiding it now. A uniformed
mule snapped-to and shouldered the bags. A slight rolling of the bellman’s
eyes said it all. Great. Now _everyone_ knows I brought too much shit.

The room was about as nice as a hotel gets; they all have a certain
claustrophobic squalor to them. He had flown out on a Friday to get the
super-saver fare. Better things to do with a Friday night than sit alone in
my hotel room, he thought. The parties and heavy drinking didn’t start
until next week–what _would_ he do with himself?

Actually, there was no mystery here. He always worked from the same menu of
harmless vices when he traveled. Liquor was an absolute priority. Room
service booze is for idiots. A call to the front desk revealed the location
of a store nearby. While he was out, he thought he might indulge that
_other_ vice.

The clerk at the liquor store smiled broadly. Drinking was reserved for
trips, and only after all the business of the day was done. He had no fears
of drinking problems, even as he stuffed his three bottles into the paper
sack and headed out. He could put it away. Enough liquor and mixer to last
the week, for sure. Maybe even enough to share, if it came to that.

It never seemed to. He always traveled primed for that chance meeting he
read about in the Playboy fantasy pages all the time, but he never managed
to make so much as eye contact.

He had located a shop–it was a fair drive away–that offered up the tools
to satisfy the rest of his shopping list. The Marine behind the counter
silently filled his request for quarters, firing off a look of disgust that
had “I’m only doing this for the money, you scumbag” written all over it.
Pushing the curtain aside, an array of poorly-constructed booths lay before
him, with equipment whirring and a jumble of scratchy soundtracks filling
the room. There was plenty of eye contact to be had here, but all the wrong
kind. It was Friday night, and the hookers and pushers were cruising up a
storm. It was okay, even a little exciting; nobody ever said a word or got
pushy. He did notice that he was being tracked–at a discrete distance–by
an athletic blonde in a cut-off shirt. Those muscles were his business
card, and when he knew he was being looked at, he’d immediately lock eyes
with his examiner. Eyes that said, “I’ll do you real good.” Nice technique.
Left no doubt that the man knew his business.

Light moved the shadows for a moment as a squat, nervous man wobbled into
the room. Here was a man with a mission, he thought, watching the little
man scan quickly from booth to booth, looking for that familiar circular
hole between the booths. Finding one, he seemed greatly relieved. The man
shot a look around the room, locked onto Mr. Eyes, and hurried into the
booth. Quarters hit bottom, and moaning male voices came squawking through
the speaker. The hooker took the booth next to him, arching eyebrows at the
observer as he disappeared. “Could’ve been you,” he intoned in a practiced
voice.

He suddenly felt self-conscious–how long have I been standing here
watching this? The wry smile on the pretty black woman clued him that it
had been long enough. Well, damn it, he was here to shop, but not for
_that_. He nodded politely at his would-be hostess, found a booth that
_didn’t_ have the requisite glory hole, and stepped inside. The black woman
shuffled away as he did, muttering to herself. Shitty break, he thought,
but fucking a hooker wasn’t his idea of fun.

The floor was soaked, and his nose wrinkled as he pushed some tissues over
to try to absorb a recently-expelled load. The musky smell was something he
had gotten used to, though, and even liked a little. All eight quarters
found their way into the coin box, and the screen came to life.

Of the 11 channels, six were rewinding, and four were so noisy that the
picture wasn’t visible. He mashed the channel button repeatedly in
frustration. What a waste! He parked on channel 3 and waited for the others
to rewind.

The soundtrack synced with the one the little man had selected, and two
muscular men writhed around the screen. He was caught, for a moment, by the
shapely curve of one man’s ass. They were both naked, and, by any
standards, both very attractive. On the screen, the men wrestled, laughing
and tumbling on the floor, muscles straining and sweat glistening. Finally,
the man with the nice ass (well, he had to admit, it _was_ nice) seemed to
lose, and the winner began running his hands over his prize.

The watcher stared as the men caressed each other, very lovingly, and
exchanged kisses that seemed deep and real. This wasn’t something he was
used to seeing in porno. He watched on, and hardly noticed that his heart
had begun to race.

The caressing continued, hands drifting over backs and inside thighs,
kneading and circling. The winner’s hand inched, teasingly, up his
conquest’s thigh. As the cocks on the screen began to rise, so did the
watcher’s. He felt a little flush–this was new–but he remained fixed.
Finally, the winner’s hand found its way to the stiffening cock, first
gently massaging the balls, then tracing lines up the staff. He then
grasped it firmly, causing his parter to raise his (yeah, nice!) ass off
the bed. The camera went to close-up to show the exquisite stiffness, the
purple head fully engorged thanks to the expert handling.

Several seconds of manipulation ensued, and both men became involved in
stroking and kissing, cocks at full mast, hips pushing into each stroke.
The loser began to kneel, but his bester shook his head and invoked the
privilege of collecting war spoils. He kneeled before his defeated foe,
never ceasing to pump slowly with one hand, and cupped the balls in his
other. He licked his lips, and let his target stand on its own, twitching
in anticipation as he approached it. His lips parted, and
SNAP! The screen went back to the title display, shaking him out of his
daze. He panicked for a moment, thinking he forgot what channel that was–
3, right? He memorized the title, and exited the booth. There were the
eyes, locking first with his, and then jumping south. The watcher’s eyes
followed instinctively, and he was surprised by his own crazed erection. He
looked up to meet the eyes again, but this time they were no more than a
foot away. The watcher swallowed hard and feared for his life, and felt a
hand brush ever-so-slightly against his dick. “Twenty for everything you
saw in there.” The eyes motioned toward the booth–he must have heard the
soundtrack. Something inside the watcher’s head said “go for it!” as he
stood toe-to-toe with the smiling boy. But no. Shame and confusion overtook
him as he tossed the curtain aside and rushed into the parking lot. He
looked back nervously to see if he had been followed. No one.

A deep breath was called for, and taken. He sank into his car’s seat,
fumbling for his keys. Got to think this one through. I watched two men
getting it on, and found it very exciting. They seemed so into it, I
couldn’t help myself. What does that make me?

Wait a fucking minute. He stopped in mid-fumble, and mentally slapped
himself. What am I getting so shook up about? I got randy over two men
making out. I’m not some neanderthal. I can deal with it. Forget that, I
want to know more!

He was already back inside by the time that last thought was completed. He
marched purposefully up to the clerk, and asked to rent the title he had
seen on channel 3. The clerk winced (“great, a _faggot_ scumbag. I wish my
mom would let me move back in”), and the watcher rushed to pad the order
with the first hetero porn title his eyes came upon. The clerk handed over
the bag as if contaminated, and disappeared. “Probably washing his hands,”
thought the watcher.

An all-night “regular” video rental place handed over a rental VCR in
exchange for a $200 imprint of his credit card. He parked in the garage,
hoisted his booty, and headed for the doors of the hotel. The bellhops
converged, then dispersed again as they remembered that the fuck-off man
could handle his own bags, screw you very much.

Minutes later, the room was stocked with ice, a glass filled with liquid
sedative solution (and a twist of lime), and the VCR cabled to the TV. He
reached for a video, and grabbed the channel 3 title. Not yet, he thought.
A little too much to deal with in such short time. The hetero porn tape
went into the VCR, and he carried his drink to the bed.

The tape went exactly as every other porno tape he’d ever seen: bad acting,
superfluous plots, limp dicks and overdubbed soundtracks. It was that or
Oprah reruns, and it was as good a background as any for the drinks. Oddly,
he viewed the humping and sucking on screen with a detachment he hadn’t
experienced before; there was no burning need to unbutton his fly, in fact,
no hard-on at all.

Partway through the third stiff drink, the film faded to black. Hallelujah,
he thought. It wasn’t until he came to his feet that he remembered how much
he had to drink. He liked that slightly off-balance sensation. He wasn’t
bombed, but was clearly inebriated. Cruising altitude.

Any embarassment or shame he felt earlier was gone now, drowned or just
plain gone. The “other” tape threaded and whirred away, and the watcher
settled back onto the bed with a fresh (and considerably less alcoholic)
drink in hand. The titles rolled, complete with cheesy music, and the
watcher noticed an erection coming on before any skin was visible on
screen.

In an opening scene, two somewhat less attractive men had gotten down to
serious sucking, but the watcher was similarly enraptured. They knew just
what to do, taking the shaft deep for a few strokes, then backing off and
swirling around the tip. As he studied, he felt the same flush he’d felt
earlier, and found that his cockskin seemed about ready to split. He’d
never been this excited, and he reached for the snap on his jeans.

The phone rang. Shit! He considered not answering, but he was there on
business. Could be some client with an emergency.

“Hello?”

“Larry?”

“What?” The soundtrack seemed much louder now.

“Is this Larry?”

“No. Nobody here by that…”

“Look, I’m in the lobby. 1714, right? I’m on my way up to get those drinks
you promised me.”

“But…”

Click. The stranger was on his way up. Did I make an appointment I forgot
about? Or is this the guy from the adult bookstore? There wasn’t time to
think. The elevator chimed, and the door rattled with a powerful knock only
seconds later. Might as well open it and figure this thing out. Besides, he
was at least one sheet to the wind, and not thinking clearly enough to
formulate a strategy.

He opened the door. A tall, well-formed man with wavy brown hair stood in
the doorway, but not for long. “Hey, nice room. I wound up at the Holiday
Inn. What a shithole.” The stranger was inside, and made a beeline straight
for the liquor. “Ahhh. Booze. You can’t know how happy I am to see this.”

The stranger’s eyes settled on the TV, where two scantily-clad men were
wrestling furiously and pulling at each other’s clothes. The mixer he was
pouring overflowed the glass and spilled out onto the counter as his eyes
and mouth widened simultaneously.

Geez! The watcher sprinted to the VCR and fumbled for the STOP button.
Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit! as he pressed one button after another. The
men were tearing clothes off each other in fast motion now, the first pair
of briefs coming off just as the cord was pulled from the wall. “Video
store fucked up” was the only explanation he offered. “Help yourself to a
drink and have a seat.” He moved briskly to the bathroom to see just how
red his face was. A few deep breaths, a splash of cold water, and a flush
of the toilet left him feeling a bit less rattled. He listened intently at
the bathroom door to see if he could figure out what the stranger was up
to, and swore he heard the crappy soundtrack music very low. He opened the
door slowly, to find the stranger eyeing the description on the box of the
evening’s first tape. “She’s cute. But she isn’t in the movie, right?”
Good, no reason to be ashamed of a liking for porn. Wait–where is the
other box? I left it…

His eyes shot to the counter where he remembered laying the box down; it
wasn’t there. It had been moved to the table, or had it? Maybe he was
drunker than he thought.

“No, the great-looking women on the boxes are _never_ in the movies, or, at
least, not looking as good as that.” The stranger chuckled and eased back
in his chair. There. Crisis averted. Now to find out who the hell this guy
is.

“You have me at a disadvantage; I must confess that I don’t know who you
are.”
“That’s okay,” the stranger said as he waved off any significance to the
question. “We met at this show last year. We rested our feet in the bar
after a particularly long day. You left after one drink, telling me you
preferred to drink in your room. Cheaper, and better atmosphere, you said.
That’s when I invited myself to share a drunk with you sometime, and you
said “sure.” Maybe you didn’t mean it, you know, like “let’s do lunch.” If
you want me to leave…”

“No, no, if I said “sure,” I meant “sure.” But how did you come to call me
Larry?”

“Wrong one, huh? I’m lousy with names. Look, it seems like I’m not welcome
here, so I’ll just go.”

The stranger stood, but the watcher was determined. If his mood was to be
ruined, at least he could have a drinking companion for a while. Besides,
he had a nice…

Stop that! Stupid asshole. Don’t let your liquor and libido gang up on you.
Jerking off to tapes and smiling at gigolos are one thing, but get that
_other_ thought out of your mind. The block was in place. It was shaky, but
it held. He poured a mild drink for himself, bade his guest to remain, and
resumed his station on the bed, propped up by pillows.

The unidentifiable sitcom was pre-empted by the stranger’s hand on the
volume knob. The TV was the only light in the room, so he didn’t turn it
off, but obviously wanted to talk and didn’t wish to shout.

“You sure know how to travel.”

The watcher remembered the elephantoid load of luggage and sneered. “Yeah,
right. I fucked up my back lugging the entire contents of my closet into
this place. I definitely do _not_ travel well.”

“Oh, but you do where it counts. Liquor and porn, in the comfort of your
own room. Porno might be bad, but it’s always better than whatever’s on
regular TV.” The stranger picked up a videotape box, eyeing the revealing
photo again. “You’re sure she’s not in that movie?”

“See for yourself.” The stranger rose to turn on the VCR, and the watcher
remembered that the other tape was still loaded. He sprinted across the
room–”I’ll take care of it”–and practically knocked the stranger out of
his seat. He hunched over the VCR to conceal the label of the tape as it
came out. He had already pressed “eject” (found it easy enough this time)
before he realized–”I thought I unplugged this thing.”

The other tape was tucked away in preparation for a good hiding place.
Under the blankets on the bed seemed passable, but his stride was broken by
the rattle of plastic. Oh, no. Just as it was about to be swept under the
bed, the stranger piped up. “What’s that? Hey, it’s not fair to keep the
good stuff for yourself.” A hand dashed out and snatched the tape. The
stranger grinned as he read the title. He held up the tape. “This is the
one you got by mistake, right?”

Does that mean he bought my story? “Yeah, that’s it.”

“That other tape looks boring. If I can’t see the woman on the cover, I’m
not interested. Let’s watch this one instead.”

Before any protest could be lodged, tapes had been exchanged and the lewd
screenplay resumed from where it was. The stranger poured himself another
drink. Glancing to the squirming bodies on TV, then the watcher’s eyes,
then the TV again, he said, “looks familiar.” He paused.
“Looks…interesting.”
The scene from the booth played again, with the watcher settled on the bed,
and the stranger in his chair nearer the TV. The watcher felt a little
self-conscious, but couldn’t help but get wrapped up as before with these
two men stroking and kissing each other. There was no quarter’s worth now,
and things advanced again to the point where the winner was collecting his
spoils, and continued this time. The watcher’s erection was stiff and
moist, and seemed to be aided by the fact that he was no longer watching
alone. He studied the stranger’s face, and traced down the rest of his
physique. The stranger would occasionally look back with a “look at that”
or “how do they _do_ that” expression, forcing the watcher to avert his
eyes quickly. But he began to feel that he was being studied, too.

The men on the screen had truly gotten down to business. They were locked
in a fearsome 69, with the winner on top pumping his cock into his
adversary’s mouth. His balls were being tickled by adept fingers, and the
mix of saliva and jism left a glistening sheen on the shaft as it appeared,
then disappeared again. The loser wasn’t being neglected, either, because
he was being sucked with abandon as well. The winner’s technique was a mix
of hands and mouth, and his poor subject apparently had all he could do to
keep from blowing his load. From the bottom, muffled groans of pleasure
could be heard as the cock was driven, again and again, into his mouth. If
it stood still too long, he’d go after it, opening his jaws wide and taking
his master deep, kicking off more pumping. The winner lifted his head and
moaned, more frequently as the session went on, but always working with the
hands, keeping his partner’s nerve endings shouting with joy. Then, as he
lifted his head again, the winner closed his eyes and tilted his head back.
He growled low, and everything stopped. He took a few stuttered breaths.
His partner began again, moving his head slowly up and down the length of
the shaft, pausing teasingly at the right moments, licking playfully at the
pre-cum soaked tip. He took the cock in his mouth again, excruciatingly
slowly engulfing it from tip to base, then starting a rhythm again. First,
slowly, then rising in tempo until his partner nearly shouted in pleasure
as his cock was swallowed again and again. The loser squeezed his master’s
ass hard in time with the strokes, and traced between his buns to tickle
his hole and balls. Finally, the great groan was heard, as the cock jumped
out of the loser’s mouth. It was immediately met with two hands–one
tightly gripping and stroking the shaft, another vigorously massaging the
taut scrotum–and there was cum. It came in great spurts, each one causing
his back to arch. It seemed to go on forever as his partner giggled
happily.

The watcher’s erection threatened to unbutton his pants for him. The scene
drew to a close as the men kissed and cuddled on the screen, then faded
out. An attempt at plot intervened as both members of the film’s audience
drew heavy sighs.

The stranger was first to stand. He stretched and arched backward,
revealing that he had problems of his own. The outline of his swollen dick
was clearly visible through his thin dress slacks; you could even discern
the shape of the head. The watcher didn’t know what made a cock “nice,” but
this one, shrouded though it was, led him to some wild imaginings.

It had been some time since the last drinks, and the stranger held up a
drained bottle. “I can fix that,” the watcher proclaimed as he headed for
the bag in the closet. He bent over to pick it up and–zing!–his back
spasmed again. “Whoa.” The stranger rushed over. “What is it? Are you
okay?”

“Yeah. I must’ve really messed up my back downstairs.”

“You go back and sit down. I’m mooching your liquor, so the least I can do
is mix for you.” He did, and shortly a full glass was placed in his hands.
“You know, you probably didn’t do any serious damage. I know how to fix
it.”
The spasm had subsided, but this sounded interesting. “How would you do
that?”

“Lie down, face down, and I’ll show you.” The watcher pushed a pile of
pillows aside and stretched out on the bed. Felt nice. The extra pressure
against his cock brought an instinctive push into the bed. Mustn’t do that.

The stranger stood next to the bed. His hands were warm and strong, and
worked the watcher’s back and shoulders through the fabric. “Um, it works
better,” the stranger said, “if you lose _this_.” He tugged at the shirt.
The watcher turned face-up, grasped the cuff of his shirt and pulled it
over his head. The stranger watched approvingly, then offered more advice.
“Actually, if you want a _real_ massage, you have to dress down a little
more. Then you won’t have to get up again. Okay? Go change, and grab a
towel from the bathroom. Wearing something that loose will help relax you.”

Relax? The watcher’s heart was pounding as he stood in front of the
bathroom mirror. “This is stupid, this is really stupid” he thought as he
took off his pants. Standing in his briefs, his nervousness had lost him
the erection he’d started hours ago. Now he had to decide how much more to
lose. The briefs hit the floor, and a towel was tucked–_securely_–around
his waist.

He came out in his towel to find the bed had been rearranged. “Lie down,”
he was instructed, “close your eyes and relax.” The watcher obeyed, taking
a giant tug on the drink on the nightstand as he descended.

The stranger knelt on the bed, and spoke again. “I found this,” holding a
bottle of baby oil close enough to see, “on your dresser. Okay if I use
it?” The oil was there, well, for _personal_ use. Seemed appropriate now.

A nod was offered in response, and the sounds which followed added to the
suspense. The popping of the top, the squirting of the oil into the palms,
the rubbing together of the hands to warm them. Then, first contact. Aahhh,
wonderful. He was being worked on at the shoulders first, kneading the
muscles and working between the shoulderblades firmly. There was just the
right amount of oil–no dripping.

The stranger’s hands felt good as they worked their way down, fingering the
muscles on either side of the spine, and pushing out to the sides. Nerves
there were sensitive; when the hands reached around toward the front, it
should have tickled. Instead, it sent a rush of warmth. The watcher lifted
his arms over his head to give the hands more room.

Every response was noted, for when the hands would come upon some region
that elicited a reaction, that region would be revisited repeatedly. The
hands worked the sides of the watcher’s torso a lot.

The massage went on, deliciously, for a long time. Every muscle in his back
and sides was manipulated, every nerve stimulated. When the lower back was
reached, a nerve was struck–”yow!” “That needs work, but–don’t take this
the wrong way–the towel is in the way.” About ready to melt into the bed,
the watcher needed no encouragement. “It’s history.” But he was far too
relaxed to move to take it off. The stranger offered his assistance, and
unwrapped the towel from his host. He caught a brief but interesting view
from behind as the watcher lifted himself to let the towel slide out. “One
more thing,” the stranger said. “I don’t want to get oil all over these
clothes. If you have a pair of pajamas…” He was still trying to be
polite. “I don’t wear them, but there are still plenty of towels.”

“Thanks a lot.” A few moments later, the towel-clad stranger returned to
the bed. “Now, we’re ready for a serious backrub.” The stranger knelt
again, and warmed the oil in his hands for another assault. It started at
the shoulders again, just as before. Then, the stranger straddled the
watcher, taking a seat on his ass. The towel prevented contact, and the
watcher’s shoulders were worked with such renewed vigor that he didn’t mind
at all. The entire back was worked again, down the the base of the spine.

As he worked the tension there, the stranger made occasional circles of the
watcher’s buns, moving down a little further with each pass. This was
wonderful, but the stranger seemed very tentative about it, still not
wishing to offend. Only once or twice was there a full encircling of his
ass. It felt so good, the watcher could have had his buns rubbed all night.

After that, the stranger moved on to the tops of the legs, and again
straddled his patient facing the other way. This time, the towel splayed,
and the stranger’s buns and balls were dropped squarely on the watcher’s
slippery ass. At first, the stranger rose with an “Oh!” and began to tuck
the towel in. No delays, please, thought the watcher. “It’s okay. Just
don’t stop.” The stranger settled back down slowly, a little shaky, and the
watcher felt the hair of his balls, and the tip of his soft cock, as he
touched down. The stranger leaned forward to resume working on the legs,
and couldn’t help sliding around on the watcher’s backside. Both parties
enjoyed this but tried to keep it to themselves. But the watcher noticed
that the soft cock tip could no longer be felt.

The stranger stayed put as he worked just above the knees, leaning forward.
The stranger’s towel fell against the watcher’s oily body, and was set
aside. Each time he leaned foreward, his balls pressed hard against his
patient’s buns. Both were now far past aroused. The watcher raised his ass
slightly–_very_ slightly–to try to touch the stranger’s cock. The
stranger’s ass then slid backwards onto the watcher’s lower back; suddenly,
the entire length of his cock was lodged in the watcher’s split. The
stranger didn’t know quite what to do, but as his cock twitched and
expanded, the body beneath him began to buck gently, drawing his cock
deeper into the crack. Once there, the watcher began to tilt his hips,
stroking the cock above him with the crack of his ass. The stranger was
still kneeling facing the watcher’s feet, and he wrapped his hands around
one of the watcher’s legs, rubbing his face against it has he began to
pump. He reached up with his hand and pushed his cock deeper into the
crevice, pressing the shaft against the hole and the tip against the base
of the watcher’s balls when he thrusted fully forward. The watcher’s
rocking hips grabbed the stranger’s cock, and the stranger’s hand pressed
harder to feel the outline of the watcher’s hole. This was heaven.

“Might you,” came the breathless voice of the stranger, “roll over?” The
stranger lifted himself off slowly, allowing his prick to trace over the
watcher’s ass. He couldn’t resist dropping himself down again, grinding his
hips deeply, and forcefully fucking the length of the watcher’s split. He
rolled off, and the watcher brought himself face-up.

The stranger straddled again, this time looking in the watcher’s eyes, and
applied a great amount of oil to the watcher’s straining cock. He smiled,
and slid forward until the base of the watcher’s cock was firmly in his
crack, and the glistening tip showed between his balls. The stranger oiled
his hands again, and started rocking. He massaged the watcher’s chest,
circling the nipples and surrounding the neck with his hands. As he rocked,
the watcher pumped, holding tight to the stranger’s arms.

The stranger leaned backwards, putting his hands near the watcher’s knees,
to bring more of his ass to bear on the watcher’s slippery cock. The
stranger couldn’t move much in this position, but the watcher happily did
all the work, thrusting himself up and down the split. The watcher
moistened his palms with oil from his chest, and grasped the stranger’s
prick with both hands. The stranger’s cock felt good, responding to every
touch. He worked the stranger’s shaft and balls deftly, both hands working
while still grinding away at the stranger’s ass. When a drop of jism
appeared, the watcher had to have that cock in his mouth. He pulled the
stranger onto his chest, held his cock firmly in one hand, and began to
lick the tip. With each circling of his tongue, the stranger’s hips pushed
forward. He moved back, wanting to take things at his own speed. He licked
his lips and placed them, slightly parted, on the tip of the stranger’s
cock. He drew it into his mouth slowly, surrounding it with his lips as it
entered, and pressing his tongue against the underside of the shaft. The
stranger began to pump, and his lover pushed forward to meet every thrust.
Every few thrusts, the watcher experimented with taking the cock deeper,
noticing that the deeper he went, the more response he got. After testing
himself for a time, the watcher felt confident and swallowed the stranger’s
cock up to the base. The stranger stopped in full thrust, squeezing his ass
tight and pushing as far forward as he could. The watcher held his cock
deep for a long time, massaging the shaft with his tongue. He tickled the
stranger’s balls, pressing between them and working his thumb up and down
the very base of his cock. The stranger drew a fast breath as his balls
drew taut, and the watcher knew his lover was about to come. He wanted to
watch and to feel it on his skin. He slowly withdrew the cock from his
throat, and began furiously sucking and tonguing the top inch. The
stranger’s moaning and breathing spun the watcher into a frenzy, and he did
everything he knew how to get his guest to come.

The stranger was overwhelmed by the sensations emanating from his groin.
The pleasure grew in circular waves, involving more and more of his nerves.
Each move he made accentuated the feeling, and he fought to keep from
coming; he didn’t want this feeling to end. He felt the fluid rise from
deep inside him, drawn out by the talented man sucking away at his cock.
The tongue circled and darted and moved this way and that, the hand
squeezed and stroked in cooperation, and another hand gently tickled the
hair on his balls. Ripples moved through him as the tongue danced across
the most sensitive regions of his cock. The waves centered somewhere behind
his cock and reached out to every muscle, making each one shiver with joy
as it absorbed another wave. He could feel his come surging inside him,
rushing to escape. He fought it, enjoying the delicious torture of holding
himself on the very edge, his cock fully engorged, the liquid pushing to
get out. He figured he could hold out for at least a while longer.

The stranger’s balls grew tauter still, and his eyes rolled back. The
watcher fixed his eyes on the tip of his lover’s cock and stroked it
furiously. He slid a finger between his lover’s legs, between his balls and
hole, and pressed and stroked the skin there. The stranger bucked, and the
first hot jet spurted out and struck his lover on the chin. The second was
a moment or two in coming, but was even stronger than the first. The
watcher’s fingers were busily massaging away, drawing the liquid from deep
inside. After two long, powerful jets, the stranger’s cock began pulsing
more rapidly, pushing out more and more come. White rivers ran from the
stranger’s pulsing purple head, down his cock, flowing over the hands and
spilling onto the chest of his lover. The orgasm continued as fingers
seemed to find every reserve and empty it. The pulsing subsided, leaving
the watcher’s chest and neck splattered with come.

The watcher caressed the legs of his lover, and played in the coating of
come on his chest.

Some how, women in the computer field have acquired the reputation
of being terribly straight laced and boring. I’ve never understood
why, and I’ve always thought it was my duty to dispel that myth, at
least to the best of my abilities.

I’m twenty-six, female, and though I’m not a raving beauty, I’m
extremely sensual looking. For starters, I’m five foot seven, weigh
131 pounds, and have a size 42 chest. I have a 24 inch waist, my
breasts look impressively large. I’m also lucky to have a nice, tight
ass and pretty nice legs.

But with my job, looking too sexy can be a real disadvantage, so I
usually dress down, covering up as best I can. I wear my long red hair
wound up in a bun on top of my head, no make-up, loose sweaters and
baggy pants. At least that’s what I wear to work.

About six months ago, I was contacted by the parents of a nineteen
year old boy named Jim Tompson. It seems he was really interested in
programming, and for some reason, his parents wanted someone to help
select a computer and software,and then to tutor their son. The money
was very attractive, so I decided to do it. When I first met Jim, I
was stunned! Not only was he a very bright, rather shy boy; he was
gorgeous. Almost six feet tall, brown, tanned, and athletic, Jim was so
good looking I could hardly concentrate as we talked.

After they bought a loaded AT clone, I began visiting their house
two evenings a week to teach Jim to be a programmer. By the second
lesson, I desperately wanted to teach him something else! I couldn’t
believe my luck when his parents told me they were going away on
vacation, a month-long cruise, but that Jim would be staying home to
continue his lessons. An aunt who lived across town was supposed to
keep an eye on things, but Jim was pretty much on his own. They paid
me in advance for his lessons, and off they went.

The very next lesson, I knew what I wanted to do. An hour before I
was due at their home, I undressed and quickly showered. I put on a
pair of black panties and a transparent black bra. My nipples felt
full and tingly as they poked against the cool bra cups. In seconds
they were painfully swollen, standing tall, deep red and fully erect.
Slipping my sexiest black garter belt around my waist, I fastened the
little hooks behind my back, enjoying the silky sensation. I picked
out a pair of long nylon stockings, sheer suntan in color; the kind
with real wide, dark tops. I don’t know why, but nylons always make me
feel sexier and more attractive than panty-hose.I slid the sheer
stockings on, slowly smoothing them up my well-toned legs as I fastened
them to the garter belt. My shoes were black leather high heels, cut
low on both sides. I stood in front of the mirror in my lingerie. My
hair was a golden cloud that swirled around my shoulders as I made sure
my make-up was fashion-model perfect. I felt terribly wanton as I put
on a short skirt and tightly fitted blouse, leaving the top three
buttons open.

From the minute I came in the door, Jim couldn’t take his eyes off
me. His eyes instantly locked on my breasts, which crowned subtly but
were distinctly visible within my blouse. I could hardly control
myself as we worked through his lesson. He messed up almost
everything, obviously distracted by my flirtatious attire.

When we were through, I began to implement my scheme. I stood up,
and feigning a slip, stumbled against the desk, falling to the floor.
As expected, Jim jumped to my assistance.

“It’s my right leg. I think it’s just a cramp in the calf,”I told
him, “but I don’t know if I can walk.”

“Here, Mrs. Yates,” he offered courteously, “let me help you over to
the sofa.”

I leaned heavily against him, making sure that my breast pressed
warmly against his arm. I couple of phony limping steps and I fell
back onto the couch, my skirt “accidentally” sliding up my thighs.

“You’ve played sports in school, haven’t you, Jim,” I asked.

“Sure,” he answered. “Football and track.”

“Well, you must have seen all sorts of injuries,” I continued.”Maybe
you could take a look at my leg. Just to see if it’s anything
serious.”

“Sure, Mrs. Yates,” he replied, kneeling in front of me.

Tenderly, his fingers touched my right calf, caressing the strong
muscles through the sheer nylon of my stocking. Slowly, I let my knees
swing apart, giving Jim a clear view all the way to my black panties.
Seconds later, as he lightly massaged my calf,I saw him peeking up my
skirt.

“Do you think my leg’s all right?” I asked.

“I don’t think it’s anything serious, Mrs. Yates,” he said, taking
another peek at my private spot.

“Jim!” I said sternly. “What are you looking at?”

“N.n.nothing,” he stammered.
“You were looking up my skirt, young man,” I said with mock anger,
“weren’t you?”

Jim said nothing. He just looked down at the floor.

“Would you like a better look?” I asked, my voice like
melting butter.

I didn’t wait for an answer. I stood up, my tingling love grotto
just inches from Jim’s head. I stood there, with my feet wide apart,
my ankles flexed on my high heeled shoes. Bending down, I slowly pulled
up my skirt, raising the hem to my waist. Jim simply stared. I don’t
think he’d ever seen a woman wearing a garter belt and stockings.

“I think these stockings make my legs and ankles look really sexy,” I
said, boldly turning around so he could see me from all angles. “Don’t
you think so?” I asked.

“Oh, Mrs. Yates!” Jim gasped, ogling my stocking-sheathed
legs.

“I love the way they make my thighs feel,” I told him, sliding my
hands over the glistening nylon covering my legs.

“M..Mrs. Yates,” Jim stammered, getting to his feet and backing away.

“I don’t think we should be doing this. I don’t want to get into any
trouble.”

“Don’t worry, Jim,” I purred reassuringly. I walked toward him, my
stockings sizzling as I did. Jim just stood there, unable to move. I
dropped my skirt, moving my hand boldly to my pupil’s inner thigh,
skimming lightly, appraisingly, over the solid pouch between his legs.
My finger tips traced the warm,rigid length of his masculinity, making
Jim tremble.

“You …. uh …. shouldn’t be doing that, Mrs. Yates,” he
said half heartedly.

“It’s O.K. Jim. Why don’t you take your clothes off for me,” I
whispered hoarsely, my hand between his thighs.

Jim had no idea what to do, so he slowly began stripping himself,
shirt first, then pants. I could see his self-consciousness as he
dropped his pants, his penis standing out in full naked erection, a
long, thick pole of throbbing flesh and blood. We stared into each
other’s eyes. I reached down and took his hands, and placed them on my
breasts. Hesitantly, he began to knead my flesh through my blouse and
bra. I unbuttoned my top slowly, moaning a little as I slipped the
fabric over my skin. I reached around and unhooked my bra, uncovering
my large, firm breasts. The nipples were an angry pink, swollen, hard.
Then I undid the button at the waist of my skirt, slowly unzipped
the side, and then turned around, my back to Jim. I lowered my skirt
over my buns and bent over to remove it completely. When I stood
backup, I was naked except for my panties, my stockings,and my high
heeled shoes. Before he knew what was happening, I was examining Jim’s
spectacular young peter. His cock was standing straight up, deep red,
and I began to slide my finger tips along the shaft, touching the soft
skin ever so lightly. At the same time, I reached between his beefy
thighs and palmed his balls. I’d only been touching him for a minute or
two when he started to reathe exceptionally deep and fast. “Oh,
Jesus,” I heard him grunt. “I can’t hold back any longer. It’s just
too much. I’m going to come!”

For a moment, I looked fondly at the contorted expression on his
face, then his virile prick was jerking wildly in my hand. I felt
Jim’s thick hot semen spurting all over my fingers.

“Oh, my God! Look at it, Jim! God, you’re coming so much,”I gasped.
Running my fist up and down his spewing cock fast and hard, I pumped
even more of his semen from his virile young body,until he begged me to
stop. Happily, I licked my fingers, devouring every last drop of his
fluid. Then I guided Jim’s hand to my groin. Instinctively, he
slipped his hand inside my panties and quickly located my moist
opening.

“That feels so good!” I exhaled as he slowly probed my lustful sex
tunnel.

He began to slide his middle finger in and out, and I loved the
stimulation. He soon had two fingers, then three buried deep inside my
horny cunt. I bit my lower lip every time I felt my orgasm flaring up.
Several times I was on the verge of coming, and held back, but then I
lost control. My body exploded in orgasm as I screamed with satisfied
lust. “Oh baby, do it to my pussy! Push your hand all the way inside
me. I’m coming! Please! Don’t stop!”

I had three quick, shattering orgasms in a row, and I felt like I
was going to pass out. I practically fell over, and when I finally
stopped shaking, and turned to Jim and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
Silently, I had him lie down on his back on the thickly carpeted floor.
I slid my damp panties down my legs and off, then knelt next to Jim on
the floor.

Jim’s phallus drooped lazily to the left, showing no sign of the
size and vigor it had only minutes before. I reached over and lightly
caressed his spongy penis with the finger tips of my right hand. He
jumped the instant my fingers made contact with his resting organ.

He spread his thighs, and I reached for his hanging love spheres.
The tips of my fingers barely touched his gonads when I heard Jim gasp.
I felt his balls writhe against my finger tips, as I repeatedly brushed
at them. My eyes burned as I watched his penis begin to straighten and
elongate.

I curled my fingers around his thickening shaft and lightly milked
his shaft, real slow and easy, tantalizing him. Virility was pumping
back into his shaft, bringing back his raging erection, if anything
more awesome than before. Jim trembled and moaned as I massaged his
growing organ.

Lowering my head to his groin, I exhaled hotly as I lay the tip of
his manhood on my lower lip, extending my tongue so that I could tease
the small little hole into giving me its pearl. “Oh, my God!” he moaned.
“Oh, my God!”

I let my tongue travel in tiny circles, teasingly, gradually
centering in on his most sensitive spot. And when I got to that tender
ridge, Jim just stopped breathing, and his entire body tightened up.
Opening my mouth a little more, I took his whole length in my mouth.
Right down to his hairy root!

I closed my lips around the base and held absolutely still for just
a second as a chill ran down my spine. I rubbed my thighs together,
massaging my burning pussy, nearly climaxing again from the excitement.

Jim enlarged rapidly inside my warm sucking mouth until he was
pushing against the back of my throat. I began to gag,and I had to
withdraw, letting his now turgid spire slide gradually from my lips.

Slowly, shakily, I stood up, straddling Jim’s flat,powerful hips
with my widely spread feet. From a position towering above his
reclining body, I squatted down and grasped his pulsing cock in my
hands, guiding it to my pussy. I held my cunt above him just an
instant, rubbing the head of his cock between the blonde-haired lips of
my pussy. And then I pushed down.

He entered my cunt very, very slowly, filling me with his hardness,
stretching the already lubricated walls of my pussy. I sat erect on
his belly, my head thrown back, my spine in inverted curve, and I could
feel his hardness slipping up into my body. I could feel the head of
his cock throbbing against the sticky passageway.

He was like a long thick fire being swallowed by my body, along
thick hardness moving deeper and deeper up my cunt. I pushed all the
way down, as hard as I could, and I found myself sitting on his lap.
His cock, that powerful, merciless shaft was buried to the hilt inside
my cunt.

I began to ride him. I say I rode him because he did nothing but
lie there under me, his penis standing straight up like a deeply rooted tree.
Gingerly, balancing on my steep heels, I put my hands on my knees and began to
raise and lower my pelvis. I was literally doing deep-knee bends. And Jim
was sliding all the way in, and almost all the way out of me as I moved up and
down.

I flexed my hips again and again, up and down, an orgasm building
like a crescendo between our bodies. When the energy was screaming,
shrilling throughout my body, when it could be denied no further by
either of us, I quickly disengaged and turned my body around. I pushed
my pussy lips into his face. Jim had no idea how to respond, but he
instinctively began to lap at my tender flesh. His tongue stabbed
forward, rasping over my clitoris. What he lacked in experience, he
made up with enthusiasm. He licked me from clit to cunt-hole, driving
himself up into my body as our orgasms exploded.

At the same time, I closed my lips around his cock as he began to
ejaculate. His thick hot sperm splattered into my mouth and I
swallowed every drop of it, swirling my tongue across the head of his
cock. Mrs. Yates he whispered “You have the nicest teeth I have ever
come across!”.

“This is Christy,” she answered.

“Hi Christy, Dave,” I said.

“Hi Dave. How you doing?”

“OK. Say, can you come to see me right now? I live about half a mile from
work.”

“What? Now? What for?”

“I just woke up, and I was dreaming about you. I’ve got something here for
you, and I’d love to see you,” I said.

There was a pause. “Well . . . I guess I can take an early lunch. Where do
you live?”

Giving her directions, I lay back down and waited.

Fifteen minutes later my bell rang. Pulling on a light robe, I went to the
door and opened it. Christy was there, and I let her in. My cock was hard,
and I was naked under my robe. Closing the door, I stepped back and opened
the robe.

“This is for you,” I said, as she stared in surprise, then hungrily, at my
stiff member. She reached her hands down and took hold of me as I pulled her
coat off, then began to unbutton her blouse while she rubbed my cock. We
kissed and my prick throbbed in her hands.

I unsnapped her jeans, tugging them down, then pushing her panties down around
her knees, and looked at her skinny body with it’s large muff and slim legs.
I pulled her down to the floor and gently urged her on her hands and knees.
Pulling her jeans and panties off her legs and tossing them aside, I put my
hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks and looking at her vaginal and anal
areas as she turned her head to watch me. Her pussy lips, framed in pubic
hair, looked huge in contrast to her skinny legs, and I could see that she had
experience with anal sex – her asshole was stretched, and had the telltale
signs of loose skin caused by the expanding of her rectum to accept either a
cock or some other tool.

Opening her ass wide, I brought my mouth to her anus as she moaned in
surprise. I jammed my tongue into her anal canal, frenching her bottom and
rimming her tasty butt as she squirmed under my hands.

“Oh my God . . . Ohhh . . . Ohhh . . .,” she groaned.

“Yes, Christy, I dreamed I did this to you,” I said, pushing my tongue deeper
up her skinny behind. “And then I dreamed I sunk my cock to the hilt up your
lovely rear end.”

“Oh David . . .” she breathed as I ate her bottom.

“Stay right here,” I said, standing up and going into the kitchen. She
watched me, on her hands and knees, bare butt in the air, still writhing from
the feel of my mouth and tongue on her sensitive anal area.

Opening the refrigerator I took out some butter, closing the door. Her eyes
glazed in erotic anticipation as she saw what I had. Kneeling behind her, I
opened the stick of butter. I pushed it’s square end against her anus, and
she whimpered as I twisted and turned it until it slipped past her sphincter
and into her rectum. Pushing harder, I forced it up her behind and began to
fuck her with it, as it melted from her anal heat. I pushed the short stick
all the way into her rear and held it, then took my hand away and watched as
she squeezed it back out, and it fell on the floor.

Figuring her bottom was sufficiently lubed, I moved my rigid prick up to her
buttery anus. As she watched, mouth open, I slowly, in one long thrust,
pushed my stiff cock all the way up her ass. She yelped and jumped as I
jabbed deep into her rectum, then began to slide her buttered butt around on
my cock, grinding down on it, urging it deeper. Beginning a steady rhythm I
pulled out almost all the way, then slowly slid back into her ass, repeating
this until we moved together as my cock reamed her butt.

Holding her tightly to me and putting my arm around her waist, I lifted her
up, and we stumbled to the couch where I sat down, Christy impaled on my
member, her back to me. She began to ride my cock now, and I watched as her
slim hips and ass rose up, then lowered onto my stiff pole, taking it’s entire
length up her behind and grinding down, hungry for even more.

She leaned back now and lifted her slender legs onto the coffee table, and I
pounded into her asshole, thrusting deep and hard now as I caressed her
breasts and thighs, then reaching to her pussy and rubbing her tiny, erect
clit. The wet sound of my cock plunging in and out of her open asshole added
to our excitement as her buns slammed down on my groin.

Pushing to the hilt up into her behind, I felt my prick spurt it’s hot load
into her bowels, as she ground her ass down on my ravaging cock. Pushing her
forward again, she leaned over the coffee table and my cock hammered in and
out of her, continuing to spurt. Suddenly I pulled out of her gaping asshole,
and I pulled her around to face me. I pushed my squirting prick between her
lips, jamming it’s full length down her throat as she gagged and choked on the
semen that flooded into her mouth.

We both fell asleep after that, having moved into my big bed. About an hour
later I awoke, and looked down at Christy’s long body. I pulled the sheet
back, and she was on her stomach, long legs open as she slept.

Reaching under the bed I grabbed my three dildos. I took the smaller one,
and, greasing it up in the Vaseline jar, slipped it between her buns and into
her ass, fucking it deeper and deeper. Miraculously she still slept, although
she moaned and squirmed as I gently used the dildo on her. Pulling it out, I
grabbed the next one, the one that looked like a human cock. Greasing it up
the same way I inserted in her behind, holding her cheeks apart. Slowly I
slid the rubber dildo into her rectum.
Christy woke up, feeling the dildo entering her rear, and she looked back at
me.

“Hold still, baby,” I told her as I fucked the rubber dick in and out of her
stretched rear hole. She moaned, swallowing the dildo with her ass, fucking
back on it, as I watched her slender tail accept the wide rubber cock.

Pulling this one out, I looked at her gaping rectum, which looked particularly
obscene surrounded by her slim cheeks. Now I grabbed the huge, black dildo.
Christy turned to look at me, eyes wide when she saw what I had.

“No, David, please . . .,” she whimpered, but I did not hear a sincere plea to
stop in her voice. Scooping out a big glob of Vaseline, I rubbed it on the
gigantic head of the black dildo. I placed this monster between her cheeks
and aimed it at her anus. It looked massive poised at the entrance to this
slender bottom. Pushing gently, I saw the dildo spread her anus, trying to
slide past her sphincter. It didn’t seem like it would fit, it was so big. I
pushed a little harder, and Christy whimpered as she tried to accept this
black monster up her butt. The head was halfway past her sphincter, but the
biggest part still had to go in.

“Relax, now, and pretend like you’re going to shit – push back,” I instructed
her.

Christy took a breath, then I felt her begin to push backward. The edges of
her anus flowered out around the dildo as she strained against it. Leaning
into it, I shoved the dildo forward, and all of a sudden the huge black head
slipped into her anus, her sphincter accepting the intruder and closing around
the base of the head. Christy yelped and shuddered, and I held still as I
looked at the wide black dildo buried in her behind, caressing her ass and
soothing her.

Pushing her legs further apart, I began to shove the big dildo into her rectum
again. Now it slid further in, very slowly, and Christy struggled and
squirmed as the monster slowly sank into her rear. I twisted and turned it as
I pushed, easing it in inch by inch, watching the wide black shaft stretching
her asshole open as it plunged up her small bottom. I began to fuck it in and
out now, and Christy began a low, continuous moan as her butt swallowed the
huge black rubber dick. Pulling out and thrusting in, her bottom was dragged
around by the motion as I pushed the dildo all the way into her ass. I could
not believe the sight of this 12″ long, 3″ wide rubber meat buried in her slim
behind.

“Unnnngggghhhh . . . ow OW OW . . . unnnnnhhhhghghgh” she grunted in pain and
pleasure, her butt stuffed full.

“Oh, Christy, the sight of this gigantic black dildo up your ass is making me
so hot I can’t stand it. You should see it, splitting your cheeks and filling
you up,” I told her. Her only response was a deep, animal moan.

I began vigorously fucking her with the dildo, pulling it’s length almost all
the way out, then shoving it all the way back in, repeating this over and
over, her slender bottom being pulled back and forth by the motion. She
yelped when I plunged it to the hilt up her rectum, and I left it there,
buried deep up her ass, and moved around the bed to face her. As I looked
back at the sight of the wide black dildo disappearing between her slim buns,
I pushed my erect cock into her gasping mouth. Reflexively, she began to suck
as I pushed my cock down her throat, and as I felt the warmth of her hot
throat grabbing my prick I immediately squirted my load into her mouth,
pumping in and out between her lips as my sperm flooded past her tonsils and
down into her throat.

She had been on my case ever since I had transferred here three weeks
previous. I guess I was no slouch in the looks department, and the
attention I got from the boys pissed her off. She kept insulting me in
front of everyone, really pushing it… Well, now I was going to push
back.

We squared off in a small clearing in the woods behind the campus. We
were both wearing our gym strip. We circled each other, the crowd
cheering Susan on. She came at me, spinning on her heel to give me a
drop kick.

What a laugh! I knew that she had been taking martial arts courses for a
few months. Big deal. No one here knew me, but I come from a family of
martial arts experts. Susan was in for a very unpleasant surprise!

I easily sidestepped her kick, grabbing her ankle as she went by and
dumping her heavily on the ground, stunning her. I laughed, standing
there. She scrambled up, angry. She lost her composure, charged. I
stepped inside her swinging fists and jabbed my fingers into her gut.
Her breath whooshed out of her as she doubled over. I jerked her head up
by the hair and slapped her face, once, twice, three times…she was
gasping, a stunned look in her eyes. I pushed her face with my palm,
dumping her on her ass. She rolled weakly onto her side, curling up…

I knelt down and shoved her further over, face down, and then grabbed
the bottom of her t-shirt. I pulled it up over her head and then right
off. She was gasping, now, obviously panicking. I undid her bra and
jerked it off, then used it to tie her hands together in front of her.

She pressed herself down against the grass, afraid of exposing her
breasts. She begged me to stop. “I give, I give!”, she pleaded. “You
win!” I just laughed.

I said, “Susan, I happen to know that you planned no mercy for me if you
had won this fight!” I told one of my few supporters to go and get
Susans’ purse and open it. She did and pulled out two items, a long
handled hairbrush and one of the biggest dildoes you can imagine! “I
overheard you boasting to some of your fancy friends, bitch! I know what
you planned to do to me! Well, I’m not going to let them down, but you
are going to be the star attraction!”

She began to squirm and struggle, but she really had no chance. I jerked
her runners off and then peeled away her socks. The crowd pressed
forward as I grabbed the waistband of her shorts and dragged them down
her legs and off…

Just panties left now…

She was really wailing now, begging for mercy, for help…but no one
even tried! Because, when you come right down to it, they didn’t want me
to stop. They wanted to see this rich bitch brought down to size!

Then, to the delight of the crowd, I slowly peeled off her panties,
revealing her bare ass. Down, down, and off! And Susan was now
completely naked! She blushed redder than ever, her whole body shaking
with humiliation! Her breathing was nervous and gasping…

I grabbed her hair and jerked her up on her hands and knees. I told her,
“You see that stump over there? That’s about one hundred yards. Well,
you’ve got 30 seconds to get over there, on your hands and knees. If you
don’t, I’m going to give you what you really deserve – an over the knee,
bare assed paddling! Now, git!”

With that, I blasted her ass with the back of the hair brush. She yelped
in pain, then began hurrying toward the stump. You can’t travel fast
that way, of course, and she was soon begging for mercy, blushing as the
crowd laughed at her slow, embarassing progress, hopping along on her
hands and knees. I walked alongside of her, smacking her ass with the
hair brush, hurrying her along, while I counted out the seconds. She was
shifting her butt all over the place, trying to avoid the spanks, but
succeeded only in putting on a good show for the crowd – her buns
bouncing, her tits swaying…

She went as fast as she could, but she just couldn’t do it. The 30th
second counted off just a few feet short of the stump. I stood her up,
then sat down on the stump while dragging her forward, over my lap. I
laughed. “Little girl,” I sneered at her, “you’ve been bad, and now I’m
gonna give your rump a real workout!”

“Now, listen up, Susan,” I lectured her. “You’re about to get the
spanking you deserve, but it can be a long one, or a short one. You are
going to get at least 40 whacks, understand? But I am not going to start
counting those 40 until one of two things happens. Either I reach 40
spanks once, and then start another 40…or else you spread your legs
nice and wide and let everyone here look at your cunt!”

“No! No! No!” she begged, squirming, “Please, please don’t, please, I’ll
do anything, anything-”

I just laughed. I took the hairbrush and began the spanking!

Splat! One! Whack! Two! Ca-rack! Three!

“Just think, Susan, you can still win a moral victory! Maybe you can
hold out through all 80 strokes and not show anyone your pussy! Maybe
you can show everyone how tough you are, that you can take this spanking
without humiliating yourself! Think you can do that?”

Whack, whack, splack, crack!

Her ass jiggled, her body shook. She began to cry out. I knew it
wouldn’t take much more…

Wh-ack! Ca-rack! Smma-ackkk!!!!

Ten strokes, that’s all it took. She screamed at me to stop, and quickly
spread her legs wide open, exposing her naked slit for everyone to see!

The crowd went wild, humiliating Susan further, impressing her with how
complete and public her come-uppance was. “Gee, Susan, only ten
strokes!” I cooed at her. And now, the final 40!”

Ignoring her pleadings not to continue, I renewed the spanking with
increased energy. I spanked hard and fast, punishing her poor ass
unmercifully! She kicked her legs wildly in a vain attempt to avoid the
blows, showing her cunt even more! After 20 more strokes she was bawling
like a four year old. To entertain the crowd some more, I began angling
my spanks, striking the inside of each ass cheek alternately, pulling
each one away from the other, revealing tiny glimpses of Susans’ asshole
to the crowd, humiliating her even further.

I rolled her off my lap and stood up, watching Susan as she continued to
jerk and twist, naked on the grass. I watched, grinning down at her all
the while. As she came back to her senses, she regained some control of
herself and stared up at me. A fresh burst of tears poured down her
cheeks. “You bitch! You goddamn bitch! I hate you! I hate you!”

I stopped grinning. I raised the hairbrush again, patted it in my palm.
“I guess you haven’t learned your lesson, yet, have you Susan?” Fear
jumped back into her eyes now and she shrank back from me. “W-wait!
Wait…I…I’m sorry, I-”

“Susan, I’m going to give you another choice. You know how sore your ass
is. You can either do what I say, or else I’m going to give you some
more spanks. Two Hundred. Can you imagine two hundred more spanks?
That’s enough to make your ass look like a rainbow. Or you can do
something for me…”

“Wha-what?” she said, trembling…

I opened my purse and pulled out a pair of sciccors and a razor. “I
think everyone here would enjoy watching you shave your cunt hairs off
for us, don’t you think?”

Susan gasped. She pleaded with me, begged me not to make her do it. I
just brandished the hairbrush and told her to turn over. With a fresh
burst of tears, she gave in and took the sciccors. With everyone
gathering around she sat gingerly on the grass, and spread her legs wide
open, blushing. She began to snip her cunt hairs off close to the skin,
softly crying and sniffling. The crowd gawked and made rude comments,
making her suffer in shame.

I collected all her cuttings in a baggie and told her, “This makes for a
nice trophy, don’t you think? Kind of like taking a scalp! Hah! Kind of
symbolic, too, that you are doing this to yourself rather than face me
some more. You are going to be hairless like a little girl. Yeah, a
grown woman with a bald cunt! Just an overgrown baby, if you ask me!”

She finished the sciccor work and I handed her the razor. She had to be
careful with it, slowly scraping her stubble away with short, delicate
strokes. She had to pull her cunt lips open for everyone, to pull them
away and get at the hairs there. At the end I made her get on her hands
and knees and put her head down. I knelt behind her, parted her knees,
lifted her ass up and finished shaving her crotch from the bottom of
her cunt right up to her asshole. As the cool breeze tickled her anus, I
sensed her mounting shame and helpless anger. I chuckled as I continued
to taunt her. How she hated me! And how I enjoyed her humiliation!

As I finished, I gave her ass a good smack and then shoved her face
down, flat on the grass. I untied her wrists and then retied them behind
her back. I squatted down, my knees on either side of her, keeping her
firmly under control.

Did she know what was coming? Probably. But she was so emotionally
spent, so drained of energy. She could barely protest, barely continue
to whimper and plead.

I took the sciccors…

She had such a gorgeous head of hair. She really did…

Snip! Snip! Snip!!!

She screamed, began to blubber and beg, pleading pathetically!

Snip! Snip! Snip, snip snip!!!

All she could move were her legs, which were kicking up and down
furiously while she wailed her protest and the crowd leered and
snickered! It was fantastic, the ultimate humiliation…

Or was it?

And fifteen minutes later, as I finished sliding the razor over her
scalp, removing the remaining stubble, I asked her if she was ready to
behave!

She was in shock. I untied her hands and watched as she kept sliding
her palms over her naked scalp, tremling, astonished, incredulous at
what had been done to her! I smiled. Once my rival, now my little pet.
Such a sweet, sweet revenge…!

She lay in the grass, stroking her head, moaning, twisting,
crying…then, to my satisfaction she began whimpering to me like a
little baby! “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she cried, over and over. “Please
don’t hurt me any more… Please, please?”

I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “That’s good, Susan. Just
remember who’s the boss, that’s a good girl. We’re going to have a
little more fun, now, but don’t worry, don’t think about anything. Just
concentrate on what I do…to you…right now…” All the while I gently
rubbed her aching ass cheeks, petting them in a…proprietary sort of
way…

I rolled her over onto her back. Grabbing both of her ankles, I pushed
her legs back and apart, exposing her cunt completely. I knelt between
her legs, making sure she couldn’t possibly close them, all the while
staring into her eyes. She was quietly, fearfully pleading with me to
stop. But her tone was one of apology and pleading – she knew she had no
chance!

I began by rubbing my middle finger up and down her cunt lips, gently
parting them, stroking, pressing slightly forward. “Concentrate, baby,
come on…concentrate on how my finger feels on your pussy. Come on,
Susan, make love to my finger, come on, that’s it…” She was still
sniffling. “Come on, be a good girl.” I cooed at her.

Her hips began to move. I held my finger still, and was delighted to
observe her cunt lips push forward against it, almost starting to suck
on it. I renewed my fingering, and was rewarded with a burst of cunt
juice!

I began working her harder, sliding my finger up and down her lips,
smearing her oils along them, making her start to moan. I gently slid my
finger up her hole, then back out, then in. Out. In.

I figured she was wet enough now, so I slid another finger up her and
began rotating them, forcing her cunt wider. She responded by
humping back and forth against my hand. “Play with your tits, babe,” I
ordered her. She reached up with one hand, began pinching her nipples. I
smiled to the crowd. Susan seemed unaware of them, so mesmerized and…
captivated…she seemed by my fingering!

She was really gushing now! I worked another finger in, then another!
Four fingers! I really worked her now, fucking her mercilessly with my
fingers. Susan was bouncing and humping, squealing and gasping…

And then I gently began rubbing her clit with my thumb. She went nuts!
Her legs were trying to jerk together, but were unable to close, of
course. She was going to come, any second now, real soon…

I stopped. She gasped in shock. “No! What?…what are you doing?! No,
fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…ohhh, please, please…let me come!”

“You can come, Susan,” I told her. “Just work at it!” I then tucked my
thumb against my palm and began sliding my whole hand up her hole!

Yes! My whole hand! She began to scream…screams of panic, of pleasure,
of shock! But she was wet, and pliable, and well-worked…My hand firmly
continued its’ way up her cunt till her lips were uncontrollably and
visibly sucking on my forearm!

I rotated my hand from side to side, amazed at the sight of cunt juices
spurting out from her hole. She was out of her mind now, fucking back
against my wrist, desperate to come.

I taunted her. “Come on, baby, come for me. Go for it. Fuck my arm,
squirt, squirm, suck my fist! Come on, come on…come for me…in front
of all these people…” Her face suddenly showed a new horror and
embarrassment as she was reminded of the crowd. “Come for me, your
enemy, come on her hand, for her, in front of the whole crowd, the whole
school!”

That was it! She exploded in orgasm, her juices flowing all over my
forearm, down onto her ass. She bucked and humped and twisted, wailing
like a hundred wanton whores! Her bare feet pounded up and down on the
grass on either side of me. What a show! The crowd cheered and laughed
while Susan, rich, arrogant Susan, naked and hairless, squirmed on my
arm like a fish on a hook.

I slowly withdrew my arm and stood up, watching Susan as she continued
to jerk and twist, naked on the grass. I waited for her orgasms to
subside. I cupped her chin in my hand. “Do you like my hand, Susan?” I
asked her.

She was squeezing her thighs together, in a spasmodic twitching. She
pressed her face against my hand and began licking it.

“Please,” she whispered, “Please, put it back in! Please, please…fuck
me some more!”

“You know something, child,” I said to her, “I’m going to enjoy having
you as my precious little servant from now on. My naked, hairless little
slut! You are never going to have a man again for the rest of your life.
All your satisfaction will depend on pleasing me, on making sure that I
am willing to give you what you need…my hand!”

Then it was Teresa’s turn to eat a little pussy, something she obviously
enjoys. After sucking on Deb’s tits for awhile she slowly moved down into
position and buried her face in Deb’s pussy, licking and sucking her clit.
The old camera was clicking away and I was having a great time, but boy
was I getting horny. It wasn’t very long before Deb was moaning and
thrusting her pelvis up to meet Teresa’s probing tongue and finger.
Watching the two of them on that bed and Deb coming and Teresa sucking up
all that pussy juice, what a sight. I was at the end of my ability to
control myself. I began to feverishly remove my clothes and by the time I
was completely naked, Deb had regained her composure after a very intense
orgasm. She invited me over to the bed and once I was lying down she began
to caress and kiss my swollen, throbbing member. She was on her knees
between my legs and Teresa was behind her stroking and kissing her ass.
What a sight, my cock sliding in and out of Deb’s mouth while Teresa was
licking and kissing all over Deb’s body. The feeling was heavenly and Deb
began to massage my balls as she allowed my cock to go deeper and deeper
into her throat. At this point Teresa reached out and took my hand and we
began caressing each others fingers and hands. The touching moved up the
arms to the shoulders as she moved her upper body closer to mine. Deb was
continuing to lick and suck my cock and had gently inserted a finger into
my ass, OH WOW, was it feeling good. I began massaging Teresa’s tits and
then she leaned forward and began kissing me passionately, thrusting her
tongue deep into my mouth. I had my hand between her legs and was rubbing
her still sopping wet pussy. I slid my index finger inside her and was
rubbing her hard clit with my thumb. At this point she gave me one last
deep, wet kiss and then moved to position her pussy right over my face. I
raised my head slightly and plunged my face and mouth right into her
beautiful, juicy cunt. My tongue was flitting back and forth from probing
the deep interior of her pussy to licking her swollen clitoris. She was
gently rocking her hips back and forth to get the full effect of my
feasting mouth and I could feel her shivering as the tension began to
build in her. Deb told me later that she was watching me munching on
Teresa’s snatch while she was devouring my cock. It was wonderful, my face
buried in that gorgeous pussy and my cock thrusting deep into Deb’s mouth.
And then it happened, Teresa started to come. She was fucking my face like
a woman possessed and my tongue was grinding on her throbbing clit. As the
orgasm began to take control of her body and her pelvic muscles began to
spasm the flood started. I felt the warmth flowing over my face and chest
and then my cock began its on dance of ecstasy. Every muscle in my body
spasmed and my back arched as my cock exploded in Deb’s mouth, my cum
filling her mouth to overflowing. And as she swallowed my love juices,
Teresa collapsed from the strain of her own orgasm. We all laid
intertwined and spent for quite some time. Then the two girls began
playing again. First it was touching, kissing and tickling and slowly the
focus changed to more deliberate action. They each in turn brought one
another to orgasm via masturbation and then they took turns going down on
one another and again enjoying the pleasures of eating each others pussy.

Watching this exhibition of female sexual abandon had me hard as a rock
before I knew what was happening. By this time Teresa was lying on top of
Deb and they were in perfect alignment, face to face, tits to tits and
pussy to pussy. I was in a semi reclining position with my back against
the headboard right next to the two gorgeous naked sexy female bodies. My
hips were about level with their shoulders and I was watching intently as
they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues and slowly rubbed
their HOT pussies together. Teresa looked over at me and saw my erect,
throbbing cock. She reached over and took it in her hand and began to
stroke it gently. She then shifted her upper body towards me and began to
lick the swollen head of my cock. She said, “you taste delicious” and then
took my member all the way into her mouth as she lightly sucked. There was
a slow shifting of bodies as Deb and Teresa untangled from each other and
Teresa moved to position herself to concentrate on cocksucking. She spent
several glorious minutes sliding my cock all the way down her throat and
then she sat up straight and said in a very matter of fact way, ” I want
you to fuck me”. In a matter of seconds she was on her back and I was
positioned on top of her ready for penetration. Deb said, “let me help”
and grasping my cock in her hand guided it gently but firmly into Teresa’s
waiting pussy. Teresa wrapped her legs around my waist and stuck her
tongue into my mouth and I began thrusting deep into her wet snatch. While
I was driving my cock in and out of Teresa’s beautiful pussy Deb had
positioned herself in such a way that she was in position to slide a
finger into Teresa’s ass. I was unaware of these goings on but Teresa
responded to it like a wild woman. Her hips were thrusting up to meet my
cock as I drove it deep inside her and Deb was eagerly fingerfucking her
ass. As Teresa started coming I was unable to hold back any longer and I
filled her pulsating vagina with a tremendous load. The waves of pleasure
flowed over my entire body and my ears were filled with the screams of
Teresa’s orgasm. Once we had regained enough energy to be able to talk,
Teresa said, “I want more of that”. Not knowing what Deb had been doing
while I was busy fucking Teresa’s brains out, I didn’t know that she was
referring to wanting more up the ass. Once they both explained it to me, I
said I would be happy to oblige. Teresa’s plan was for me to enter her
from behind, her on her knees with her ass in the air. While I was fucking
her she wanted to eat Deb’s pussy. She and Deb got into position and I
just watch for a bit as Teresa licked and sucked on Deb’s clit. Then I
moved up behind her and slowly, gently penetrated her ass, going deeper
each time my cock moved in and out, until my entire length was buried deep
inside of her. As my cock slid in and out of her tight little ass she
began licking Deb’s pussy faster and faster. We had a mirror positioned so
that Deb could see me fucking Teresa from behind and we were all racing
towards orgasm at breakneck speed. Deb had the best view in the house and
with the assistance of Teresa’s talented tongue she was the first to go
over the edge and began moaning with orgasmic delight. This excited me
greatly and I began thrusting into Teresa’s ass rather wildly as I watched
and listened to Deborah’s screams of pleasure. The double action of Deb
creaming all over her face and my piledriving her ass sent Teresa into a
wild orgasmic frenzy and as her and Deb’s screams blended together I
exploded into her ass and then just held on for a wild ride. As my cock
slid out of her puckering rosebud my come gushed out and flowed down the
backs of her thighs. We finished the night with a long soak and grope in a
jacuzzi filled with bubble bath and then went to bed and slept intertwined
with me in the middle and Deb and Teresa on either side of me. That was
one hell of a night and I can’t wait to do it again.

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.”

I slid my hands up her legs, pulling the hem of her robe
with them. She was naked underneat as was I, and my hands
were all over her. As we both stood there exciting and
playing with each other, I caught something out of the
corner of my eye. Without being obvious, I took another
look and discovered someone sitting two balconys down.

What I had seen was a cigarette, and saw it again as he took
another puff. He was sitting down, and I could only make
out his head above the balcony wall. My first thought was
to go back inside to continue undressing my wife. But,
before I could react, she was switching places with me and
turned me to lean against the wall while she kneeled in
front of me. As her hands went inside my robe, I knew
what she had in mind. I was thinking of a way to move
inside without coming right out and telling her someone
was watching us, but when she took my cock in her mouth
I felt it would wait at least a few more minutes.

Well, she soon had my robe at my feet, and I resolved myself
to the fact that some strange guy was going to watch my
wife suck my cock. What surprised me most was discovering
that I not only didn’t care, but that it was actually
turning me on more. She was sucking and moaning, and I
was moaning and I suddenly had the urge to give this
guy an even better show. I pulled her up and slid the
robe off her shoulders and let it fall.

Now my wife wears some pretty skimpy bikinis, but here I was
stripping her completely naked while some other guy
looked on. I turned her around and leaned her back
over the balcony. I was behind her and we both had
a great view. She spread her legs, and my cock slid
right into her soaking pussy. I looked out of the corner
of my eye, and although I couldn’t see what he was doing,
by the way his head was moving, I could swear he was
jacking off. Seeing that, I put my hands on her hips
and really started fucking her. Here I was fucking my
wife like there was no tomorrow, all the while knowing
that someone was watching us. We were soon both cumming,
and I’m sure our “friend” was also. My wife and I still
make comments about our nights on that balcony (yes,
we gave him another show two nights later) but I never
told her about our visitor.

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.

A very handsome young man (about 25, she guessed) stepped through
the center opening and welcomed members and guests to the club. He
was dressed in formal attire and had a very full mustache. The time
had arrived, he announced, for the evening’s entertainment. As a
beginning, Member, Kathy had brought along a young man she would
like to introduce to the group. A petit, blonde woman rose from a
table to Jan’s right and walked to the stage as the curtains were
parting to reveal a long, low, padded platform in the center of the
stage. New spotlights came up slowly to light the platform in
shades of blue and green. Kathy was accompanied by a huge, dark
skinned man. He appeared to be at least six feet, six and was very
muscular with broad shoulders. Kathy had him stand in front of the
platform and spoke to the audience. “Fellow members, I would like
you all to meet Kevin. He has graciously consented to come with me
tonight (a slight giggle) to demonstrate his unique talent.
Please, show them what I mean, Kevin.” Kevin’s lips parted and the
pink tip of his tongue protruded between them. Before Jan’s amazed
eyes, and those of others in the room, the tongue seemed to just
keep coming farther and farther out of his mouth. Fully extended,
it looked to be almost six inches long and Jan thought, “This has
got to be some kind of a trick or joke.” He began to move it up and
down and she knew that it was real. When he lowered it, the tip was
well below his chin and when he held it up, it completely obscured
his nose and his sparkling eyes could be seen on either side. As he
was giving his little display, Kathy was untying the sash at her
waist and removed her wrap around dress to reveal that she was
wearing only a pink garter belt and white stockings underneath.

Kathy lay on the low platform at an angle and Jan could clearly see
her hairless pussy between her wide spread legs. The difference in
size between this giant man and the tiny Kathy was almost comical
and Jan had a momentary vision of what it would look like if he
were to try make love with little Kathy. Her head would be about
even with his stomach, she thought, and found herself getting even
more aroused as she tried to picture it. Kevin removed his shirt
and was nude to the waist as he knelt between the small woman’s
legs and started to lick her calves and thighs. As he worked his
way up to the exposed lips of her shaved pussy, Jan couldn’t resist
the impulse to move her hand under the edge of her short skirt and
place two fingers on her clit. She started to rub it lightly as she
watched the show before her. A large TV monitor lit up at the back
of the stage and it was clear that there was a video camera
somewhere overhead in a position to give a clear, close up view of
what was happening on the platform. She wanted to look for the
camera, but couldn’t tear her eyes away from Kevin’s long tongue
gently sweeping up and down Karen’s open slit. He inserted the tip
between the lips and moved his head forward to enter her two or
three inches. Jan’s eyes jumped to the monitor where she could get
a closer look as he inserted and withdrew his monster tongue. Kathy
was squeezing her nipples and running her hands over her breasts
and flat stomach as she moaned in obvious pleasure at the deep
penetration Kevin was able to achieve. Jan was fingering her clit
faster and harder as Karen cried out with the beginning of her
orgasm and, in the monitor, she could see Kevin extend his tongue
as far as possible and move his head forward until his nose was
pressed tight against Kathy’s pubic bone. He stayed that way while
she bucked and kneaded her firm breasts while she called out in
release.

Finally, Kevin withdrew from Kathy and his face gleamed with her
juices in the spotlights. Kathy, still shaken from the intensity of
her orgasm, raised herself up on one elbow and said to the
audience, “As you can see, Kevin is quite unusual, but… there’s
more.” She smiled up at Kevin and he released the top of his pants.
He was facing away from the audience as he lowered the pants and
stepped out of them. When he turned around, there was an audible
gasp from several tables (Jan thought she might have been one of
them, but wasn’t sure). Kevin’s cock was at least ten inches long
and an inch and a half to two inches in diameter. It wasn’t
completely hard, yet but seemed quite firm nonetheless. Karen stood
beside him and bending only a little took the large head between
her lips and sucked at it. She used both hands to slide along the
sides of the shaft and Jan could see that it was growing as she
watched. When it was almost twelve inches long (and fatter, if that
was possible), Karen turned to the members and guests and said,
“Unfortunately, my pelvic anatomy is a bit small to make full use
of this wonderful member but we’re working on it a little at a
time.” She smiled up at the giant beside her and winked. “I would
like to suggest that a volunteer come up here so we can see how
well Kevin uses that which nature has provided.

Hands shot up all over the room and Jan heard calls of “Oh, God.
Let me do it.” and “Please… me!” Dan stood and addressed Karen.
He spoke quietly, but the noise of the room quickly abated so he
could be heard. Jan sensed that Dan was one of the more dominant
members of this group and he was granted deference in all things.
“I have with me a first time guest.”, he said, and Jan’s heart
began to pound in her throat. “And, I would like to ask the
indulgence of those here assembled to allow my friend, Jan, to
sample this marvelous discovery first.” He can’t really mean it.”,
she thought, “There is no way I’m going to let that monster tear me
apart.” She looked at Dan with fire in her eyes and mouthed the
word, “NO!” He stood beside her, holding her arm in his hand, and
whispered, “Karen has already assured me that Kevin has complete
control and will not allow you to be hurt in any way. He will give
you only what you can accept and stop when you tell him to. You
see, this is a little gift that Karen and I worked up especially
for you and I really hope you won’t spoil the surprise.”

Suddenly, Jan understood the full extent of the power Dan had over
her. She knew without question that she would ascend to the stage,
undress before all these people and accept as much of that huge
member into her body as she could. She didn’t know why, but she
knew she was going to do it. Dan walked with her to the edge of the
stage and gave her hand to Karen who helped her step up. As the
petit blonde removed Jan’s clothes, she was even more struck with
how small Karen really was. When Jan was completely nude (Karen had
even taken off her garter belt and stockings), she turned to face
Kevin. His body was well muscled without a hint of fat and his skin
was a light brown. It was hard to tell from his face if he was
Italian, Spanish or a mix of several nationalities, but one thing
he was was beautiful. Not just handsome, but truly beautiful. He
bent quickly to kiss her lips and she tasted a hint of Karen’s
musky wetness on his mouth. He pressed down lightly on her
shoulders and she found herself slowly descending along his
gorgeous body. As she lowered herself to her knees, she leaned
forward to place a small kiss on his solid stomach, then she was
face to face with his tremendous member. She glanced to the side to
see if she could locate Dan, but the spotlights made it hard to
make out more than general shapes and she was glad that she
couldn’t see the audience she knew was watching her.

Jan lifted Kevin’s cock with both hands and placed the head against
her lips. It was quite heavy, as she had expected, but much
smoother than she had imagined. It felt almost like satin to the
touch and she extended her tongue to press against the small slit
at its end. “How strange,”, she thought, “that such a large cock
would have a normal size opening.” She licked her lips to moisten
them and allowed them to part as she moved forward capturing the
head. She had thought Robert was large, but the best she could do
with Kevin was the head and one or two inches beyond. Her mouth
simply wouldn’t open far enough to take more. Out of the corner of
her eye, she noticed the TV monitor and saw that there was
apparently another camera at a low level as her face filled the
screen. She normally didn’t think of herself as pretty and when she
looked in the mirror, all she seemed to notice were the small
defects that no one else ever saw. But, in the monitor, she saw for
the first time what a truly beautiful woman she was (or, at least,
could be). She also saw her mouth stretched wider than she would
have imagined possible and Kevin’s tremendous member sliding in and
out between her lips through a combination of her motion and a
gentle swaying of his hips. She thought how sad it was that he had
probably never experienced a real oral loving as most “normal” men
were capable of. While she was doing her best to make Kevin enjoy
the limited access to her warm, wet mouth, she felt Karen applying
a liberal coating of slippery lubricant around and in her pussy and
suddenly remembered why she had been brought on stage. She felt a
slight panic race through her body and looked up to see Kevin
smiling down at her. She felt that Dan had told her the truth and
trusted Kevin to take it slow and allow her to adjust. He had most
likely had plenty of experience with that.

Soon, Karen lifted her gently away from Kevin and had her lay in
the same position Karen had occupied earlier. “Have to be in the
right place for the camera.”, Jan thought with an internal chuckle,
and realized that everything was probably being recorded on video
tape as well. She hoped this adventure wouldn’t come back to haunt
her, but at the moment all she cared about was having Kevin in her
body and she could deal with everything else later. He moved
between her spread legs and leaned down to kiss her. He parted her
lips with the tip of his tongue and she half feared and half hoped
he would fill her mouth with it. He didn’t, but raised back up on
his hands to watch as she reached down and guided him toward the
thoroughly lubricated entrance to her vagina. She slipped the head
up and down along her slit a few times, then released him to use
her hands to spread the lips wide in anticipation of his first
attempt at entry. He came forward only enough to lodge the wide
head between her open lips and stopped. By tilting her head back
only a little, she was able to get an upside down view of his cock
about to enter her body in the large monitor. She watched in
fascination as he came forward little by little until the head had
disappeared entirely. It was a weird sensation to watch that other
woman on the screen being penetrated by a huge male member as she
felt the pressure against the walls of her own vagina as it was
entered simultaneously.

She released her soft lips and raised her arms to stroke his strong
sides and what little of his back she could reach. “So far, so
good.”, she thought. There was a definite sense of being stretched,
but it seemed his girth was not going to be an insurmountable
problem. The head was all the way inside her and she felt him flex
back and forth a little rubbing the bulb against her inner lips and
the ridge that formed just beyond them. In addition to the more
than adequate lubrication Kathy had supplied, Jan could tell that
she was producing lots of fluid on her own and Kevin slid tightly,
but easily in and out. She looked down as about two inches of his
cock followed the head into her depths and felt the firm edges of
his head touching deeper parts of her. She let out a gasp and Kevin
looked concerned that he might have hurt her. “It’s all right.”,
she whispered, “It just caught me by surprise a little.” Reassured
that she was O.K., he started moving in and out, gaining just a
little more depth with each stroke. She was on the verge of an
orgasm, now, and she put the back of her hand against her mouth and
bit against it so that she wouldn’t cry out. When it came, biting
her hand didn’t help much and she heard her self let out a sharp
squeak, followed by a long moan. She was coming hard and he hadn’t
even gotten very far into her yet. What had she gotten herself
into? Was it possible to be fucked to death? He was still working
himself deeper and she was feeling as full as she had ever been in
her life. When the head bumped against her cervix, a new orgasm
began even before the first one had subsided and she was pushed
even higher. He stopped moving and held himself all the way into
her as her head thrashed from side to side and she heard herself
almost screaming with the intensity of her climax. She caught
occasional glimpses of the monitor and saw that there were still at
least four inches of Kevin outside her body. She wanted it all! She
wanted him into her until his stomach was pressing against hers,
but knew it was impossible. On impulse, she ran her hands across
her flat tummy and could feel the rise where his shaft was pressing
against the top of her vagina. He started fucking in and out from
her depths to a point where the head was just barely inside and
back again. She was coming continuously and thought she might
actually pass out from the intensity of it, but she stayed with him
and sensed when he was getting close to his own orgasm. She pulled
his face against hers and kissed him hard, then whispered in his
ear, “I want you to come in my mouth!”

That was all he needed. Immediately, he pulled out of her and moved
up to kneel beside her head. Jan opened her mouth wide and worked
his shaft with both hands. She was desperate to feel him pumping
and taste his warm cum. Her hands were soaked with her own juices
as she stroked his entire length and they slid easily along his
cock. She felt the first contractions with her thumbs along the
underside of this incredible instrument of pleasure. Almost at the
same time, a large spurt hit the inside of her cheek and ran down
to her throat. Soon, she felt as if she were taking a shower in his
hot sperm as it fell all over her face and into her mouth. She
didn’t think he was ever going to stop. She was certain there had
been at least ten strong spurts and he was still releasing small
ones every few seconds. Finally, it was over and she pulled him to
her mouth where she took in as much as she could and sucked hard as
if trying to drain him completely (which she was).

She was aware of riotous cheering and applause but couldn’t seem to
remember where she was or why people were cheering for a minute.
When it came back to her, she saw that the curtain was closed and
the monitor was off. Kevin lay down beside her and covered her body
with his strong arm as she drifted off to sleep.

The Capture

I waited about a month and a half before I started Operation
Katie. I made sure not to return to that restaurant again, but
looked her up in the phone book and found out where she lived. Her
neighborhood was perfect for what I had in mind: small houses hidden
by lots of trees that were far from each other and had long
driveways. There was very little traffic on her street and no
streetlights. Her house was about half of a mile away from a
slightly busier street and this road could be easily reached by
walking down an infrequently travelled path through some dense woods.
I made careful plans, even waiting for her to come home during the
ten days before I intended to take her. It was very easy to park the
van in a shopping center near her house, walk through some woods and
place myself in some well-positioned trees and bushes where I could
watch the front door of her house. This surveillance showed me that
she lived alone, which was just what I wanted, and that she always
came home by herself. Apparently she didn’t have any boyfriends,
which was even better.
Everything seemed to be going my way until the tenth night of
my watch. She came home like usual, around 10:00 PM, but after
spending an hour in one of the upstairs rooms, she came out the front
door with a couple of suitcases and put them in the trunk of her car.
I nearly shit! The little bitch was going out of town and about to
ruin all of my plans. I thought fast and acted even faster. I took
off and raced back to the van. I drove it to the street across the
wooded path and parked it there after grabbing the bag holding my
trapping gear. I ran back to the front of her house, heart pounding
and hoping that she hadn’t left yet. I lucked out and saw her car
still there, with the front door open and all of the upstairs lights
off. I snuck around closer to her house, waiting in the shadows by
the side of the house in front of the car. She would be coming out
any minute now, and I planned to make my grab as she walked from the
porch to her car. I waited a minute or two and then finally heard
the screen door open, the front door closed shut and she was walking
down the steps to her car. In a flash, I stalked her silently from
behind and surprised her by tackling her from the rear and falling on
top of her as we both hit the ground. She never knew what hit her.
Years of practice have perfected my technique, and in just a
few seconds I was sitting on top of her back with my knees holding
her arms down and my hands slipping the gag into her mouth. She was
kind of dazed for a minute, and didn’t start to struggle till after
the gag was secured, which by then was too late for her because noone
could here her muffled screams anymore. I punched the back of her
head to settle her down a bit, then proceeded to handcuff her hands
together, behind her back. I next cuffed her ankles, thus ensuring
that she could not get away. I took a strong rope out of my bag and
slipped it through the ankle and wrist cuffs, tying her wrists and
ankles together very tightly. Her legs were bent back pretty good,
and to make the bondage even tighter, I looped some cords around her
knees, forcing her legs together. She was ready to be moved, except
for one final thing, and after placing a hood over her face, I picked
her up, along with my bag, and carried her through the woods to my
waiting van.
I approached the van slowly, making sure that no cars were
coming down the street or that noone was walking their dog. I
quickly opened the rear door, put her inside and closed the door
behind me. This had happened so fast that she was still kind of
dazed and not really struggling, which made it easy for me to pack
her into a waiting heavy-duty trunk. Snapping the lid closed, I
piled some boxes around it, along with some moving blankets, and
crawled up to the front to start the engine. I was soon out of that
neighborhood safely and on my way home. I stopped for a minute at a
convenience store and bought some lottery tickets (since I figured my
luck was riding pretty high), some beer and cigarettes. I was home
half an hour later and pulling my van into the garage when I could
finally relax and start to enjoy my accomplishment. Beautiful Katie
was all mine!

Welcome to the Dungeon

After waiting for the garage door to close, I went into the
kitchen through the utility room and looked out of the window, making
sure that no cars had followed me. Everything looked clear, so I went
to the door that led into the basement, went down the stairs and
turned on the lights. Another door, which was always kept locked and
made out of steel, led down into the dungeon proper. It took me
months of slow excavation to dig out a new and lower level, which was
where I kept my bondage equipment and the girls I played with. I went
down into this chilly pit and turned on a few lights, ending up next
to a table where I liked to put the girls for their preliminary
exercises and preparations. After making sure all of the straps were
ready, I walked upstairs and returned to Katie waiting for me in the
stuffy trunk. She must have been really scared by now, because I
could hear her struggling as much as she could in the confined space,
trying to scream as loud as she could through the muffling gag. I
moved the boxes aside, unlatched the trunk and reached for her
helpless body.
She went rigid with fear as I told her, “Settle down bitch,
the real fun hasn’t even started yet. Just wait a few minutes…”
I picked her up out of the trunk and carried her downstairs,
after slipping loose the ropes that tied her ankles to her wrists. Su
Lin, of course had no idea where she was, but she at least knew she
was in some kind of building, especially when I carried her down the
stairs. I could feel that her body was tense, her senses alert as she
tried to figure out what was about to happen next. She soon found
out. I laid her down on the table and quickly slipped a strap around
her neck that secured her head to the hard, heavy table. I reached
under her back to unlock the cuffs in order to secure them to the
straps that ran from the upper corners of the table. I expected her
to struggle once her wrists were freed, they all did, and Katie was
no exception. A few quick slaps on the face stunned her long enough
for me to secure her arms, after which I slipped new ropes around her
ankles and secured them also. I untied the straps across her knees
and pulled on her ankle restraints till her legs were tightly locked
into place and very nicely spread.
I could tell that she was really nervous now. She was
probably expecting to be raped after I had tackled her to the ground
in front of her house. But she could tell that more than a ’simple’
rape was about to happen: she had been kidnapped and tied to this
table for more than forced sex. I talked to her while I removed her
hood and gag, since sometimes seeing what is about to happen can
really scare the shit out of them, especially at the beginning of
their training period. I had a fierce-looking leather mask on to
protect myself and her eyes widened with shock and fear when the hood
slipped off and she looked around the room. The first thing she tried
to do was lift her head to look down at her legs, but she couldn’t
raise her head enough to get a good look.
“Don’t worry my little slut, your legs look just fine.
They’ll look even better once I get your clothes off, bitch.”
I used a sharp pair of scissors to cut through the thin
material of the cotton skirt that she wore, leaving her in pretty red
panties. With her legs spread so wide, I could clearly see the outline
of her sweet pussy through the shear material. I let the blades of my
scissors run along her crack, teasing her tender mound with the sharp
ends through her panties. I opened the scissors and let one blade
slide about an inch into her hole. She pleaded, “Oh please, don’t cut
me down there! PLEASE!!!” Of course I would never damage a hole I
planned to use, but it was nice to let her think that I would. I
pushed the blade in a little deeper, till the only way I could get it
in farther would be by slicing up her tender pussy a little. I kept it
there for a few seconds, then eased it back out in order to cut her
panties off. She sighed with relief when she realized her vagina was
not about to be sliced and diced. I also removed her blouse and bra
very quickly, her nice tits still firm and pointing straight up. They
were real beauties and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them, but I
like working on a new girl’s pussy first – it’s alot more humiliating
for them.
I was very impressed with her cunt: she had nice full lips and
a rather large clit. I like my girls this way; makes it easier to
clamp their cunts when you have more flesh to work with. I was going
to have to trim away some of that thick black hair, though, since I
like to have them clean shaven – comes out better in my pictures that
way. I used the scissors to trim down her long bush, cutting as close
as possible. I made sure, though, to keep a dark triangle patch of
hair above her cunt lips. I brushed away the lose hairs, and proceeded
to lather her pussy up with shaving cream in order to finish the job
right. I used a straight razor, and holding it firmly against her pussy
area, warned her, “Don’t make a move, stupid, or this damn thing just
may slice up some of that pretty pussy.” With the practiced touch of
an experienced barber, I carefully shaved away all of her pubes,
leaving her cunt as bare as the day she was born, except for a small
patch above her lips.
I placed a mirror above her waist and angled it so that she
could see what her slit looked like without hair. She seemed
rather taken aback, and felt extremely humiliated since her pussy lips
now seemed larger than usual without the protection of her pubes to
shield them. Her cunt was very puffy, her lips pouting and her clit
getting semi-erect. The slow shaving and the feeling of the cream had
slightly aroused her. I cleaned her up with a towel, and to arouse her
even further, I gently blew across her newly shaven mound. She started
to moan slightly and to slowly start grinding her hips as the cool
sensation of my breath touched her bare, wet lips. I could see her
getting more and more aroused, her clit starting to expand to its full
size and a few drops of cuntjuice glistened along her inner lips. I
tenderly put my fingers on her cunt and used them to push her pussy
lips open, exposing the deep pink hole beneath. I blew more air over
her lips and into her hole while my index finger started to gently rub
the clit that was now starting to poke out from beneath its hood. She
was really starting to get off, her hips rocking and her ass cheeks
clenching while the pace of her breathing quickened. There was a blush
spreading across her face, and her nipples were also starting to get
hard.
I kept up the manipulation of her pussy for a few more minutes,
until I felt that she was on the verge of coming. She was soon about
to learn that she wasn’t here for fun and games. While my right hand
kept her pussy happy, my left hand reached for a pair of pliers that I
kept on a shelf beneath the examination table. Not able to raise her
head, she didn’t see as I moved the heavy steel, sharp-toothed pliers
towards her hot and defenseless cunt. Without any warning, I cruelly
gripped her hard and aroused clit in the cruel jaws of the pliers,
squeezing as hard as I could. She went from pleasure to the most
severe pain she had ever felt, instantly. Her body stiffened, her toes
curled tight and her hands clenched into fists. She screamed and
screamed, but I kept up the tight pressure and piercing pain on her
sweet clit, even pulling the pliers towards me, stretching her
tender clit flesh tight. She tried raising her ass off the bench to
lessen the terrible strain on her clit, but the more she arched, the
harder I pulled, till eventually her clit was stretched to an
incredible length, near double its usual one-inch length. I reached up
with my free hand to her left breast, and gripped her tender nipple
with my fingers, pinching as cruelly as possible. This brought forth a
new urgency in her continual screaming. I could see her shaking with
the pain and there was a complete look of agony and terror in her face.
Poor bitch, I thought, in a few days this kind of treatment will be
nothing compared to what she will have endured in later sessions. After
a few minutes of torturing her clit and nipple, I released the tender
flesh and watched as she slowly calmed down and recovered from the pain
she had felt.
“Just think, my little slut-bitch, a few minutes ago you were
about to come, but got intense pain instead. Just think of that next
time you start feeling good. By the time I finish with you, you’ll be
coming every time I do what I just did.”
She was dazed and confused; I could see it in her eyes. Her
breathing was getting back to normal. She must have been wondering
what kind of man would want to do this to a sweet young girl like her.
What really got to her, though, was the unwelcome realization that the
evil abuse had started to slightly arouse her. Underneath the pain,
she had felt a stirring in the deep nerves of her cunt and tits, and
this was something she couldn’t understand. She had liked the way her
first boyfriend had treated her in bed: he was very rough, slapping her
ass and pinching her nipples hard while fucking her. But this kind of
abuse was totally different. Simply put, she was confused.
I decided it was time to introduce her tits to the concept of
severe pain. I roughly mauled and handled her fleshy mounds, admiring
their firmness and roundness. She had large tits for such a skinny
little gal and I knew they would turn up great in the pictures I
planned to take. My fingers grazed her nipples gently, circling around
the tan areola of each breast, till her nipples were up and waiting for
abuse. I literally shook with lust as I squeezed her tits. Her
nipples were very long, just perfect for clamping, so I figured it was
about time to introduce her to my steel clamps. For her first
experience, I planned to use a pair of spring clamps with very sharp
teeth. The end of the clamp had a ring so that I could pass a cord
through it and force her tits up by pulling on them with cords. I
reached for the clamps and brought them up to her face, so that she
could see what I was about to use on her. I liked the look of fear on
her face when she saw the sharp, serrated edge of the clamps and I
could tell that she seemed to have an idea what they would be used for.
She started whimpering, “Please…please…don’t put those
things on me! I’ll do anything you want. I’ll blow you, let you fuck
me wherever you want, but don’t put those on me!” I loved to hear her
plead and it made me feel great that this slut, who 2 hours ago
wouldn’t have looked at me twice, was now begging me to fuck her.
Amazing what a little bit of pain can do – it’s alot easier than buying
them drinks at a bar and hoping they’ll fuck you later.
I wasn’t in the fucking mood, though, so I ignored her offer
and proceeded to clamp her hard tit-tips. I slipped one clamp over her
right tit, easing on the pressure slowly so that she could feel it
gradually squeezing and cutting into her tender flesh. By the time I
let go, she was vainly trying to shake the clamp off by bouncing her
tits around. But this clamp was tight, and the shaking only increased
the pain she felt. I quickly attached the second clamp, and this
brought forth new screams as the nerves in her nipples felt something
they had never felt before: severe, crushing pain. The teeth of the
clamps were doing their job magnificently, cutting into the tender
flesh and forcing out minute drops of blood. I held the clamps in my
hands and slowly raised them away from her chest, pulling her nipples
into tight, painful cones. I connected each clamp with a cord that
came down from a ceiling pulley system while she watched in dismay.
She realized what I was up to when she saw me turn a crank that pulled
on the cords that held her clamped nipples. After a few turns, her
tits were slowly being pulled skyward, increasing the pressure on her
nipples and bringing out a fresh round of screaming from her crying
face. I loved the way she looked now. Her legs were tightly spread,
with her pussy recovering from the abuse her clit had endured, and her
tits were pulled up tight and hard, making them look unnatural as
though they defied gravity. Best of all, though, was the look of
absolute terror that blanketed her face. She was slowly realizing that
she might not get out of this in one piece; that she had met a man who
got off on torturing women, and that she was in for nothing but abuse
and torture for the rest of her life. Yesterday, she was nineteen and
had felt that the world was before her. But now she was nothing more
than a pair of tits, a cunt and an ass for any man to abuse and use.
She was starting to break down mentally under the assault
inflicted upon her tits and cunt. I decided to let her contemplate her
situation, so after a few more cranks on the pulley to really stretch
her tits, I left her alone and turned off the lights. I was hungry
after this hard days night, so I went upstairs to the land of the
living and made myself a sandwich. Katie’s abuse would continue after
a light snack and a couple of beers.

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!!!!

The night air is so refreshing. I just have to sit back
and relax a bit. “Honeeeee?”, I hear from behind me, “what
about meee?” You’re right, of course. How can I resist such a
darling little temptress tied helpless and naked in the
moonlight.
I come over and sit on the floor between your legs,
taking in the sight of your pussy spread so wide. The hair is
nice and trim, so I don’t have to tussle with much to get at
your tasty pussy. You know how much I love to eat you. It just
that I take longer than you like to get around to it when
you’re the prisoner.
Caressing the soft skin of your calves relaxes us both at
first, but builds the tension again as I move up your legs.
Once I’m at your knees I push them apart farther. I wish I had
some more rope to tie them back. Maybe I’ll bring some more
next time. I continue massaging up, stroking the insides of
your thighs. The anticipation of touching your hot clit
increases your breathing as I massage your legs higher and
higher, closer and closer until I’m an inch away from it. But
I’m not going to touch you there. Not yet. I stop and stand
up.
The sight and smell, and the excitement have had their
effect on me. I unbutton my jeans, and pull them off revealing
a nice thick cock for you to enjoy. Who knows what plans I
have in store for it, how I’m going to use it to get you off.
How you are going to get me off. I think we’ll try the first
thing that pops up, Ok?
I lean down between your legs, aiming my prick for your
pussy. I take it in hand and direct it right for your box. I
rub it a bit on your thigh again, watching you squirm some
more. Then, out of compassion, I start rubbing your clitoris
with the head. Up & down, left & right, never penetrating you.
Just playing with you, waiting for your response. I watch as
you tilt your head back and let out a low moan. So, I stop and
get up. You almost got it, but I think it’s still to soon. Let
the tension build up in that hot pussy a bit longer. Let’s try
something else.
I get up and stand next to you. You gaze up at me with a
look in your eyes saying, “Uh oh.” You turn towards me
somewhat willingly as you’re now face-to-cock with me. Open
your mouth and give me a gentle lick down the underside of my
cock. That’s where I’m most sensitive. You know it. Lick me
from the balls up to the tip. Don’t miss a spot. Then, take
the head in your mouth, running laps around the shaft with
your tongue. Suck me in deeper as I begin to stroke one of
your breasts. Jerk me off with your mouth as best you can. If
you please me I might just let you loose early.
Your pace becomes faster and faster, speedy for your
restrained position. I can feel the tingle of my orgasm begin
deep in my groin. It grows into a sensation igniting along my
shaft and tickling through my balls. Suddenly, you pull back
and stop. Ooooo, you’re crafty! Even in your exposed position
you are not powerless. You’ve brought me to the brink, but
left me there with no choice.
I quickly come around to your pussy and without
hesitation, drive my cock inside. Your body shudders in
pleasure. Like a wind blowing a flame, I fan your fire,
pounding my meat deeper and deeper, just like you needed.
You’d love to wrap your arms and legs around me holding me in
until you reach orgasm but the ropes hold you back. So you
squeeze your muscles as snug as possible, increasing my lust
for your tight pussy.
I try to hold off as long as possible wanting to build
the final moment, but I can’t hold out forever. I again feel
the tingle building in my cock and I start thrusting wildly.
I can feel your pussy begin to constrict around me as you
start climaxing with me. Your moans tell me we’ve reached it
together, and I can hold back no longer. The cum starts to
dribble a little at first then uncontrollably as spurts of
white jism gush deep into you. Afterwards, I pull back reeling
from the intense pleasure you’ve just given me.
I sit back for a spell catching my breath. You’re sitting
there with a big smile across your face. You got what you
needed by tricking me into giving it to you. Sneaky little
girl!

As we gather ourselves, a gentle breeze blows across the
beach. A feather blows into the stand and lands in my open
hand. It’s a nice soft feather probably from a small tern.
You’re still sitting there with your smile as an idea quickly
forms. My smile slowly grows.
I come and sit beside you as your look wearily into my
eyes. Then, I hold up the feather for you to see. You glance
at it casually, thinking nothing much of it. If you only knew.
I lean over and give you a passionate kiss for our just
past orgasm and ask, “ready for more?” You nod an eager YES.
Sooooo, I take the feather and start tracing your nipple with
the tip. It is a harmless act to start with, but as you begin
to feel the light sensation, it slowly grows into an arousal.
I wish I had two feathers, one for both of your breasts. The
nipple becomes rock hard, and I lean over to suck on it while
I switch the feather to your other breast. The feather lightly
strokes your breast in a circle around the flesh, closing in
smaller circles as I target in on the other nipple. As soon as
it is hard, I lick and suck it warmly. The feather works very
nicely. I kiss you again, perhaps in forgiveness for what I’m
about to do.
I get up and then sit between your legs again, feather in
hand. Touching you with nothing but the feather, I commence to
glazing your inner thighs with it. Short soft strokes, up &
down the skin. Again slowly closing in on your pussy. I can’t
wait to dive in but I’ll hold back as long as possible. I dare
a quick touch of your pussy. It lightly teases the hair
between your legs and you twitch from the sensation. I pause,
then touch it again, and you quiver. Hmmm, this is fun.
Perhaps I can get even for that crafty trick of yours earlier.
I can see through your trimmed hair your clitoris
beginning to stand out again. A light brush of the feather
produces a nice spasm from your body. I touch it again ….
and again … and again … until I’m batting your clit up and
down with the feather. It’s barely enough to feel but you know
it’s there. I unexpectedly add to the sensation by blowing my
warm breath across your pussy. That was all you needed now.
You start to squirm in abandonment against your bindings. The
feather has driven you to the brink but wont get you off. You
need me to get you there. No little feather is going to do it.
You try and try to push your pussy closer to my face, hoping
for some REAL contact. Forget it. I know your game and I pull
back completely, resorting to stroking your thighs alone.
“Honeeee, please touch my clitoris! Please! Eat my pussy,
lick it all you want! Just help me get off PLEASE!!!!”. I love
it when my acts compel you to begging. *Sigh*, and I am a
merciful lover as you well know. I just like to see you
pleading for my touch.
I kiss the inner thigh as I always do before a meal. With
the feather tossed aside (for now), I kiss my way up to your
pussy, pause, and then lightly lick your clit. A moan of
relief pours from you as I take the clit between my lips and
suck on it a bit. Holding it there, I tug at the flesh with my
lips before continuing on to lick the lips. The feather has
gotten you sooo wet and tasty I can’t believe it. I’ll have to
save that little toy for later.
The taste of your pussy is like sweet jelly to me. I
can’t get enough of it. My tongue works all around, up & down,
and inside for more. Your moaning has become more lustful,
telling me your release may be soon. I focus my attention
solely to your clit and take it between my tongue and upper
lip, holding it tightly while my tongue is still inside of
you. My hands are holding your pussy lips spread wide so I
have complete access within. I begin to twitch them a bit just
to add to your sensation. But your clit is where I’m
concentrating. It is now being bombarded with my tongue,
rasping it across the sensitive tip, pulling on it, tugging it
from side to side. Your body shudders as I sense your orgasm
quickly building within your still bound body. A loud moan
prepares me for the gush of pleasure within you. I feel your
pussy constrict again, this time around my tongue. I love to
get you off this way. But I’m not done yet.
All of this teasing with the feather and the intense
cunnilingus have given me a new raging hard-on, and it is just
dying to cum out for seconds. I stand and grab you by the
waist with one hand, my cock in the other. I take aim and
plunge in to your still quivering pussy. “Aaahhhhng!” you moan
in delight, as you were so caught up in your orgasm you didn’t
see it coming. The timing was perfect to swell you over into
a completely new orgasmic sensation. “Keep it coming!” you
beg, as my thrusting begins. The juices flowing out of your
pussy feel so warm and slippery around my shaft. It won’t be
too long before I’m caught up with you and cumming myself.
I lean forward and untie your hands in turn from the roof
supports. You lean forward into my arms holding me close as
possible. You never want me to stop this time. You squeeze me
close and kiss me wildly, our tongues meshing together. Your
hands go down to my ass, squeezing my cheeks and pulling me
deeper into you. Each thrust is accented by your pulling me
from behind as if to split you apart. My balls begin to slap
against your ass, smacking the flesh as I again feel the
tingling build as a prelude to orgasm. I hold you by your
still tied and outstretched legs as I make these final strokes
count, until I can’t hold back any longer. My cock explodes
within you, shooting my load of cum deep within you again. I
can still feel you cumming from before, and I try to prolong
mine with yours. At last my orgasm subsides and I slow my
thrusts with yours until we ease back, exhausted from the
performance.
I lean over to each leg and untie you, your legs wrapping
themselves around me in gentle appreciation. A tender kiss
seals the memory before we gather our clothes to head back for
the restaurant.
But out of the corner of my eye, I notice you bending
down to casually pick up the feather before you tuck it away.

I’d better keep an eye out for that feather …

Suddenly there appeared on the moonlit horizon a shape, his
muscular form glistening. She gasped as he moved closer.
As she gazed upon the curve of his masculinity, her heart
skipped. Suddenly, he appeared, a vision of power.
He approached her and suddenly stopped, leaned near, grabbed
her face with his powerful hands, bent low and kissed her long
AND HARD. She moaned with expectation of pleasure yet to come.
His tongue darted in and out. She met it with enthusiasm.

His forceful hands explored her tender body. She rose to meet
the building pleasure. He paused–surveying the hidden wonder
of her responding passion. She rose and gently drew him near,
clutching his youthful body. He gasped suddenly as she
possessed his manhood in her slender fingers and drew it to
her mouth. Gazing at him in wonder, she kissed him softly.
He responded with a low moaning sound.. Quietly and without
reservation they removed their hindering clothing. He knelt
down and slowly began to possess her. She moaned softly–take
me – now! I am yours!

He entered her gently, pleasurable, strongly, and with an
insatiable lust. Suddenly the night was split with screams of
pleasure as her hands pushed his pelvis into hers. He resisted
for a moment, but could not resist this new feeling of warmth
and potential ecstasy. Their bodies rose together in undaunted
pleasure. He lurched suddenly into her and she cried into the
night with a possessive sigh of inexplicable pleasure. they
parted with a long lingering kiss that said “I knew you.”

“Oh God, I’m hot,” whispered Janis. “How can she suck a cock that came out of
somebody’s ass like that?” “Did that turn you on?” Peter whispered as his
hand began to massage Janis’s clit again. “Oh yeah, Peter be careful,” Janis
responded. “You could get me over the hill without even trying – and you know
what THAT means.” Garolynn began massaging Peter’s cock again while he was
playing with her tits. She had great tits, large but not saggy and nipples
that got hard as rocks. While Peter had not seen them yet, he could imagine
sucking those nipples to hardness.

The next scene was two women with one guy. Both women had big tits and both
appeared to love sex, any kind of sex. The scene opened with the bigger woman
eating the smaller woman’s pussy. She was sucking on the clit and the smaller
woman, with dark hair, was a quickly on the verge of cumming. A man entered
the room, obviously the husband of the dark haired woman. He quickly stripped
and moved to a position where the dark haired woman could suck his cock. This
man had a big cock, about 12″ long and big around. As it grew during the
sucking process, Janis whispered, “My God, can she take all that?” It didn’t
seem a problem for the dark haired woman. Several thrusts of his cock in her
mouth had his balls banging on her chin. She was in an orgasmic state with
him fucking her mouth and the blonde woman sucking on her clit. The blonde
woman had inserted 4 fingers into the dark haired woman’s cunt and was pumping
her wildly. As the scene changed, both women began sucking on this man’s
tool. First one then the other deepthroated him and then began to suck, one
on each side, as they played with his balls. The blonde woman bent over on
the bed and the man kneeled behind her as the dark haired woman guided his
cock into her pussy. He began thrusting and the dark haired woman began
playing with his balls and kissing his chest. Several times the man removed
his cock and the dark haired woman would deepthroat it. This drew quick
breaths from Garolynn and he could feel Janis shudder as he continued to play
with her clit. The man said, “Now I am going to fuck your ass, but first lick
it to lube it up.” The dark haired woman deepthroated him and then began to
lick the blonde woman’s asshole. When is was wet, she deepthroated that cock
one more time and eased it up to the woman’s anus. He slowly inserted it as
the darkhaired woman bent over and applied spit to his tool, massaging his
balls with her hand. When he was fully in the blonde woman, he began
thrusting as the darkhaired woman continued to play with his balls and kiss
him. He pulled out of the blonde woman’s ass a couple of times and the dark
haired woman would deepthroat him again. Peter switched from playing with
Janis’s clit to Garolynn’s during this action and Garolynn began to softly
breath faster. Finally, the man would switch from ass to pussy to ass several
different times and you could see that he was ready to cum. He pulled it out
of the blonde’s ass the last time and both girls began sucking on his cock as
he came in big spurts. There was jism in each girls hair, on their faces and
they kissed and exchanged jism with their tongues as he finished cumming. He
bent over backwards and the blonde began sucking on the softening cock while
the dark haired woman began to lick his balls and tongued his asshole.

“We gotta get out of here,” whispered Garolynn. “I’m getting so horny.” She
spread her legs a little further letting Peter have better access to her clit.
She was so wet, he hand was fairly sliding up and down her cunt. Janis was
feeling left out and moved over to begin playing with Peter’s cock. With both
ladies’ hands on his cock, Peter was beginning to wonder if he could prevent
himself from cumming a second time.

The third scene was three women making love. There were dildoes, fingers and
tongues in pussies, assholes and mouths. The two ladies could not believe
their eyes for neither of them had envisioned making love to another woman.
“Well, lets try that when we get home,” Peter suggested. The two girls
giggled and Peter took that as a yes!

The last scene was the “orgy” scene. Cocks going in and out of assholes,
mouths; jism flying through the air and faces covered with cum. Both girls
were wiggling in their seats by now and Peter had come close to cumming about
three different times. He had to tell Janis to slow down twice and had gotten
three fingers in Garolynn’s pussy before she made him quit.

It was time to go and they all three buttoned up their pants and straightened
themselves up before looking around and getting up. They fairly raced to the
parked car. “Lets get home, NOW!” screamed Garolynn. As they arrived at the
hotel, Garolynn was giving Peter a blow job and Peter was rubbing Janis’s
pussy through her levis while playing with Garolynn’s tits. “God, if people
could see us now!” said Peter. Garolynn sat up, wiped her face and Peter
tucked his cock in his pants. Janis pulled up to the parking place and they
all jumped out of the car and raced to Garolynn’s room. Upon entering the
room, clothes were flying everywhere. Janis leaped at Peter’s mouth and they
began a deep, tongue probing kiss. Garolynn began massaging Peter’s cock and
as it came to life, she began to suck on it. None of the lights had been
dimmed and as Janis and Peter broke their kiss, Janis began watching Garolynn
suck on Peter’s swollen member. She had never actually seen a woman give a
man a blow job, nor anything else for that matter. “Come join me,” Garolynn
said with an inviting grin. Janis was a little taken back but as Peter
offered her his cock, she quickly took it into her mouth. She could taste
Garolynn’s saliva and she began to suck and play with Peter’s balls. Peter
was thrusting in and out of her mouth, going deeper and deeper down her
throat. Peter pulled his member from her mouth and Garolynn began sucking on
it as Janis continued to play with his balls. Peter was in orbit, watching
two women suck his cock and play with his balls. He slowly walked over to the
bed and sat on the edge as Garolynn continued to suck his dick. Janis began
kissing him on the mouth and his hand found her wet pussy. Juices were
running down both legs as he laid back on the bed and brought her pussy to his
mouth. She straddled his face as he began to tongue her clit. Her breaths
were starting to come in short gasps and moans were beginning to escape from
her lips. Peter was beginning to stiffen as Garolynn was running her mouth up
and down his cock. He could feel her mouth reach the base of his cock and her
tongue would venture out and tickle his balls. “God, what a cocksucker,” he
thought to himself.

He needed to move in order to keep from cumming and rolled Janis off his face.
He moved down to Janis’s cunt and continued licking her clit. Peter guided
Garolynn up to Janis’s cunt and she began to lick Janis’s pussy. Janis began
moaning more loudly. Peter began inserting fingers in her cunt as Garolynn
kept flicking her clit with her tongue. Peter began rhythmically finger
fucking Janis as her moaning began to get louder. Her pelvis began to gyrate
to the movement of Peter’s hand. Peter guided Garolynn’s hand to Janis’s
pussy and slowly removed his fingers. Garolynn hesitated slightly as Peter
inserted two of her fingers in Janis’s pussy. Janis was beginning to buck
wildly as Peter left. Garolynn could feel Peter’s tongue on her pussy as she
bent over the bed licking, sucking and finger fucking Janis. She began to
feel the knot of passion boil up in her abdomen. Her breathing began to
shorten as she began to pay less and less attention to Janis. Janis’s moaning
began to subside a little as Garolynn’s breathing began becoming faster and
the movements of her tongue were not as well coordinated. Suddenly, Garolynn
felt Peter’s cock enter her cunt. She had been waiting for this all evening
and she began to buck against his thrusting. Janis raised herself to see
Peter fucking Garolynn, a sight she had never seen in real life. She moved to
Garolynn’s rear so she could watch Peter’s cock slide in and out of Garolynn’s
hot, wet cunt. She was so hot that she began to unconsciously massage her
clit and finger herself. Peter removed his cock and thrust it at Janis’s
mouth. She took him into her mouth tasting the juices of Garolynn.

As the car started to move, somebody from the back seat asked Peter if he knew
where the Rusty Pelican was. “Yes, its really across the street,” he replied,
“But its really easier to drive than walk because of the traffic and the
street here.” “Actually, its about a block down the street but it will take a
few minutes because its next to the freeway and we have to wind around through
a back road or two,” he said. Garolynn leaned over to Peter and whispered
that she thought there was something funny going on near her room. “Why?”
Peter asked. “Well, I thought I heard someone screaming right next door and
then Janis came out of the room next door so it must have been somewhere else
on the floor,” she said. Peter looked over at Janis and saw she was beet red.
Garolynn looked at Janis too and Peter said jokingly, “You have something you
want to tell us about or is this a private matter?” Janis stammered something
to the effect that she had heard some weird sounds also but was not paying a
whole lot of attention. The three in the back seat were having their own
conversation and had not heard any of this.

As they got to the Rusty Pelican, they all got out of their cars. There were
16 total bodies to be fed. They entered the building and indicated they would
like seating for 16. “It will take just a minute,” the maitre de said. As
they waited, they made small talk, mostly about the meeting, the arrangements
and various people in attendance. “We have you table ready,” the maitre de
called to Peter. They filed to the rear of the building where a large, oval
table sat with sixteen chairs. Janis sat on Peter’s right with Garolynn on
his left. It was a tight fit, with Peter on one end of the oval table and the
rest crowded into the rest of the table. The waitress came and took the
orders and food soon arrived.

As they began eating, Peter noticed Garolynn’s leg began rubbing against his
with some regularity. Since he was doing the same thing with Janis, he found
this a little odd. During dinner, Garolynn put her hand on his leg a couple
of times. Feeling kind of brave, Peter let his hand find her leg as he leaned
over to ask her a question. Feeling no resistance, he moved his hand to her
crotch and noticed she slid a little closer to him. Since he needed both
hands, during various parts of the meal, he found himself rubbing both Janis
and Garolynn upper legs and lower stomach during different times of the meal.
Neither seemed to notice the other as he was casual about it, usually leaning
toward one or the other as they carried on casual dinner conversation. Both
were responding to his touch and Garolynn had actually placed her hand on his
cock, rubbing it for a short period.

They had a couple of after dinner drinks, white wine for Janis, Amaretto for
Peter and Kalua for Garolynn along with various drinks for some of the others.
It was getting close to 7pm when someone suggested that they go back to the
hotel. Garolynn and Janis were beginning to exhibit small signs of
intoxication, although nothing that would be noticed except by someone like
Peter who was sitting next to both of them and had been paying close attention
to them all during dinner.

As they got in the car, Janis made sure she sat next to Peter. “I’ll keep her
away from him,” she thought to herself. The car moved away from the
restaurant and it was just a short drive to the hotel. Peter stopped at the
entrance to the hotel and, as the people in the back seat began to depart, he
asked the girls if they wanted to see a movie. The back seat was emptied as
they both agreed and they decided to go to Janis’s room to look through the
paper to see what was playing at local theaters.

Peter sent Garolynn to the lobby to bring a paper to the room and he left to
drive Janis and himself to a parking place near the rooms. “What kind of a
movie are you interested in,” he asked Janis. “Whatever, a romantic one?” she
said. “I just wanted to spend the evening with you,” Janis said in a quiet
manner. “I’m sorry,” Peter said. “I was just going to ask you but Garolynn
was sitting right next to you and it would have looked funny if I didn’t
invite her.” “Yeah, I know,” replied Janis.

They met Garolynn at the room and Janis quickly let them in. Garolynn found
the movie page in the paper and they began to scan through the ads. They
talked about several movies but not agreeing on any. “Lets go to this adult
movie,” giggled Garolynn pointing to an ad in the paper. Janis giggled and
said, “One guy walking in with two girls – what will people think?” Who cares
- I’m game,” Peter smiled. They got the address and the map of Phoenix and
found their way on the street. They were giggling as they all started toward
the car. “Lets take my car,” Janis said as they found the exit. They
strolled over to the little white Chevrolet and all three got in the front
seat, Peter in the middle. It was getting dark as Janis nosed the car out of
the parking lot. “So who is the map reader?” Janis asked. “Lets just get on
the freeway south to Indian School Road and exit on that exit. Turn right and
then we’ll navigate from there,” replied Garolynn. Off they went, all three
feeling an air of anticipation in this adventure.

They arrived at the theater, a run down looking affair after driving by it
only once in their search. “I’m not sure I want to go in there,” Janis said
tensely. “Oh, come on – you can’t chicken out now,” dared Garolynn. They got
to the window and there was a sign that accompanied ladies were free. The
girls paid for Peter and they walked into the theater. It was darker than
usual and they stood in the entry for a minute as their eyes got accustomed to
the light. A woman was sucking on a giant cock and it came all over her face
just before Peter suggested that they sit three rows down from where they were
standing. As they sat down, two studs were feeling up a large breasted woman
on the screen. She took out one of their cocks and began to suck on it.
“Wish someone would do that for me,” Peter whispered to both the girls. They
giggled nervously as the second man removed the woman’s panties and began to
lick her pussy.

Peter moved his hands to both women’s legs and began moving them up until he
felt his hand in their crotches. He began to slowly massage his hand up and
down as the ladies both spread their legs a little to allow his hands access.
Soon, Garloynn’s hand was rubbing up and down on Peter’s cock. She could feel
it beginning to swell as they watched the three actors on the screen. The
woman was sucking on the cock of a man kneeling in front of her and she was
being fucked by the guy in the back. Janis’s hand slid over to Peter’s leg
and began to move up toward his cock. Peter knew it would just be a second
before both ladies discovered that they were playing with his body. There was
hesitation, as both ladies’ hands touched lightly. Movement stopped by both
ladies but they left their hands where they were. Peter increased the
pressure of his hands rubbing their pussy’s through their pants. He raised
his hand up to the button on Garolynn’s pants and loosened it. The zipped
almost unzipped itself as he barely had to help it. She began to rub his cock
again and he began to unbutton Janis’s pants.

Peter looked around, now, as his eyes had become accustomed to the darkness.
There were four other people in the theater, all men. They were all sitting
in front of he and the two girls. He slipped his hand inside Garolynn’s pants
and found her clit with this finger. She let out a slight moan and began to
rub his cock harder. He took his other hand and put it around Janis shoulder
and began to massage her breast, lightly pinching her nipple. Janis’s hand
began playing with Peter’s balls and the girls hands were touching at
intervals in this playing. Neither were hesitating now and both were having
slight quickness of breath. Garolynn’s pussy was wet with desire having Peter
playing with her clit was driving her crazy. Janis’s nipple was hard as a
rock. Garolynn began unzipping Peter’s fly and soon had his cock out in her
hand. She began slowly moving her hand up and down, jacking it off slowly.
Janis had turned and was watching Garolynn play with Peter’s hard dick. Peter
had pulled her blouse up and was cupping her breast in his hand, slowly
kneading it and rubbing her nipple with his fingers. As Janis watched
Garolynn play with Peter’s cock, one of the men in the movie began moaning
loudly and starting cumming all over the actresses ass as he pulled his dick
from her pussy. That done, the other began cumming on her face as she
alternately sucked and jacked him off. Slowly, Janis leaned over and began to
suck on Peter’s cock. It tasted so good. She had waited for this for a long
time and she could feel Garolynn continue to slowly jack him off. Garolynn
leaned over to watch Janis blow Peter. She had never participated in a
threesome and was intrigued to have seen two blow jobs on the screen and was
now witnessing a live one right here in the theater.

I had increased the efficiency of the place tenfold by installing
a microcomputer network to handle their wordprocessing chores. I
set ‘em up with a 386 clone and a 100 meg hard disk as the server
running the ever-popular N network with about half a dozen XTs as
stations. Margaret was both thrilled and thankful for my effort.
After the installation of the hard and soft wares I was called
back only for repairs, program updating and new employee training.
The girls were very computer illiterate, as most women are, and I
really had my hands full training them. I could almost hear their
disk heads grinding against the platters every time one of them
began randomly pushing keys in panic.

Still, due to my expertise, Margaret had a nice, tight little
operation going. Two girls, Lisa and Linda, labored full-time and
her two daughters, Diane and Daphne, worked part-time. There was
also one full-time male computer operator, Jeff. And that was it.

I went on consulting status and Margaret was able to save money by
using me only when she needed support, which was on a fairly
spotty basis, but pretty often. I still don’t know whether to
thank God or Satan that she needed me that day. Maybe I should
thank them both.

Here is a brief description of the employees.

LISA – Nineteen years old, just out of high school and with no
intention of going any further, she was the stuff of men’s dreams.
She stood 5′4″ and weighed in at around 120 pounds; a little on
the fleshy side, but in all the right places. Her hair was brown
and wavy and fell to the middle of her back which arched down to
one of those butts a man would give anything to squeeze; a long,
deep crack between round, bulging white globes that stuck way out
and jiggled slightly when she walked. A pouty little mouth was
planted in the middle of her rosy, apple-cheeked face. Her plump
lips were painted a deep, wet shade of red and she wore
rose-tinted glasses over deep-brown doe eyes. Topping this off
was a pair of 48EEE tits with nipples that were, unbelievably,
half an inch across and poked out about the same length from her
tight sweaters when they were hard. A generous layer of baby fat
still cushioned her low-slung hips. Jutting out from a nicely
padded middle, they flanked a soft, round, slightly-raised little
belly. In other words a sweet, young, juicy, wet-dream put on
this earth for only one reason – Man’s pleasure.

DAPHNE – The manager’s older daughter. Also nineteen, she was
more like the girl next door, but with some important differences.
She stood maybe an inch or two taller than Lisa and was skinnier,
almost thin. Her short, curly brown hair framed one of those cute
little cheerleader-type faces in the middle of which was planted a
set of full, wide lips. All of her weight seemed to have gone
straight to her tits and ass because they sure jutted out nicely
in both directions from that thin frame; bottom heavy and top
heavy at the same time, if you know what I mean. Her tits were
the kind that are full and heavy on the bottom and sort of slope
down from the top; real hangers. She always wore these hanging
blouses with no bra and her sloping tits made them hang way out in
front of her. I could see right through to her big, spongy
nipples. Her ass was the real treasure, though. I had seen this
kind on only one or two other girls in many years of watching and
I doubt that many of you will know what I’m talking about when I
describe it because it is so rare. It starts lower down on the
back than on most women and builds downward and out toward the
rear into huge, meaty cheeks that seem to blend right into the
legs and end just above the knee. It was as if her upper legs
were one huge pair of ass sponges. (You see, I said you wouldn’t
know what I was talking about, but I hope you can picture it now).
If Lisa was a wet dream, Daphne was a deliciously gross fantasy.
She seemed kind of innocent, but I sensed something else lying
underneath all of that.

LINDA – Linda was the one girl who didn’t seem to fit in with the
others at this place. First, she looked quite a bit older than
the other girls although she was actually only twenty. And
second, she was built differently. She was the tallest one in the
place at 5′9″ or 5′10″; an inch or two taller than me and she was
big; maybe 180 or 190 pounds. She was definitely approaching fat,
but I would describe her more as chunky and fully packed. Big,
bulging legs anchored a rotund upper body from which hung two
beefy arms. Her rump cheeks were wide and fat and rode high up on
her hips. For a big girl her tits weren’t anything to speak of,
actually just a pretty nice medium set. She had some acne on a
round face from which hung straight, short, very blond hair. Her
clothes were different too. While all the other girls in the
office usually wore some sort of blouse and skirt, Linda was
always in tight jeans and t-shirts. But the thing that really got
me was the look on her face. Not when she was with the other
girls, who she seemed to get along with, but when she was alone.
I’ll never forget that blank, almost obscene stare.

MARGARET – The manager. She was about 38 years old with fiery
orange-red hair like her daughter Diane. Although I could see she
was starting to go downhill, she was still in pretty good shape
for her age. She must have worked out some because there wasn’t
an ounce of fat on her angular torso and her pretty face was still
tight and smooth. But all that excersize had pulled everything in
hard and tight. There were no soft woman parts hanging out.
Small ass, small chest, hard mouth. It just wasn’t for me. I
prefer the young, fleshy bulging stuff I saw on the other girls.
But I liked Margaret and had many good talks with her. She seemed
like your typical middle-aged housewife; a little on the naive
side, but nice.

JEFF – The only full-time male employee, Jeff was about the same
age as the others. He was on the skinny side, about medium height
and already going slightly bald at his young age. He seemed not
to take the slightest interest in any of the girls, except maybe
Margaret’s eighteen year old daughter Diane, being more into his
work than anything else. He seemed to me like any ordinary
american teenager approaching manhood and I got along well with
him.

DIANE – Diane was the manager’s younger daughter who I had seen
Jeff gazing at and I didn’t blame him. She was something to stare
at. Bright red hair like her mother’s swirled down around her
freckled face. It wasn’t dyed red either and it was exciting to
think that all her other hair was the same color. Hotpants-pink
lipstick coated her protruding young lips. She had just turned
eighteen and was barely into womanhood, but one could see that she
was developing fast. She had the same height as Daphne, but
wasn’t quite as big up front. Her budding little tits were like
creamy cupcakes with ripe cherries stuck on top. The saliva
pumped into my mouth at thought of licking them and also feeling
her little butt, which was still forming. It hadn’t quite plumped
out yet, but the parts by the crack were sticking way out. It
made me want to cup one mound in each hand, my fingers meeting in
that deep slot, and squeeze. She was a little tease, too young
and innocent to know what she was doing to me (and Jeff).

THE BOSS – I had never met the guy who owned the place, Gene was
his name, but I heard he was in his early forties and sometimes
paid a visit to his offices. I looked forward to meeting him
someday.

ME – I’ll be your narrator for what happened on that incredible
day; your eyes, ears, hands and any other thing you can imagine.
Call me… Roy. Although I’m no great writer, I hope I can
describe it well enough to allow you to become part of the action.
For that to work you are going to have to believe and imagine that
you were there. It won’t work if you just read the words. I want
you to take my place that day and imagine some women you know (or
would like to know) being there too, taking the place of Lisa,
Daphne and Diane. Although it happened years ago, it still burns
in my memory and, if your imagination can put you and your women
into the action, I believe it will burn in yours too.

That day started out like any other. Margaret had called me in to
fix some equipment that the girls had wrecked for the umpteenth
time. I was getting kind of bored with the routine, but I was
more than glad to go in and get another drooling look at those
girls. I couldn’t believe that hot young stuff like this really
existed, let alone that I was close enough to touch them. But
they did exist. And although I hadn’t done anything, I didn’t
know how long I could hold out before I tried something for real.

As soon as I walked in the door I knew this wasn’t going to end up
like any ordinary day. First, Margaret tells me that the boss is
coming in for his first visit to our office and then I see Lisa
standing in the main room with her back to me talking with Daphne.
It was winter but all she wore was a micro mini-skirt that barely
covered the bottom of her butt. Her tight thighs strained at the
sheer material of the red pantyhose that covered her legs as she
turned to say hello to me. I almost dropped my toolbox when I saw
her from the front. She had on a tight red sweater that was
bulging full of her heavy tits like I had never seen them before.
They jiggled slightly just from her turning and her nipples were
so hard and big that I could see the little bumps standing out on
them, even through the heavy material of the sweater.

As she turned around again to resume her talk I started walking
toward them to go into the computer room, my penis stiffening as I
walked. I had to kind of squeeze behind Lisa to get by. I looked
down and her butt mounds were bulging out so far that I couldn’t
even see the floor. The sight was too much for me and as I went
by, without caring if I got caught, I pushed my free hand up under
the mini-skirt and squeezed one buttock, even forcing my thumb a
little way into the crack. The tights gave way as her ripe butt
flesh squished between my fingers and the place where my thumb
pushed the nylon into her crack felt hot and slippery. I gave her
cheek one more squeeze and moved on quickly, sweating a little at
what I had just gotten away with. How could anything so wrong
feel so right!

Lisa must have sensed that I was right behind her because, luckily
for me, she didn’t even move when I felt her. She could have
screamed or jumped or turned me in to the others, but she just
went on talking to Daphne like nothing had happened.

Needless to say, I was very relieved. “The little bitch probably
thought she was doing an old man a big favor by giving me that
feel”, I thought. But it was sure worth the risk and I was hard
as a rock as I went into the other room. I sure didn’t feel like
working on some machine, but what else could I do. Besides, I
wanted to stick around as long as possible and maybe get another
grab later on.

I was still carrying Lisa’s ass grease on my thumb as I entered
the other room, my body heat keeping it just as warm and oily
as when it was inside her. I began to picture her walking by me,
those full, jiggling cheeks slipping and sliding against each
other, lubricated by the stuff in the crack and I could barely
stand it. I bent my nose down to my thumb and sniffed. To my
surprise it didn’t smell bad at all; kind of musky and perfumed.
If we were alone, I would have gone back out and butt fucked her
on the spot, but I couldn’t with all those people around, so I did
the only thing I could think of to cool down until I could make my
move. Licking the oil from my thumb, I went to work.

Besides the usual full-timers, Diane, Daphne and myself also
happened to be working that day. Linda was wearing her usual
heavy denim jeans with t-shirt and was doing some reports in the
back. Jeff sat at his usual station at the desk in the equipment
room. Daphne had come dressed in jeans also; the soft, faded
blue-denim material grossly stretched out in the rear by her
bulging behind. And she had on that loose blouse again, hanging
way out over her melons. Her nipple stalks were long and stiff
due to the cold; so hard that she seemed to be in a little pain as
I watched her talk to Lisa. The sight made my mouth drool a
little as I walked by.

Diane stood in the report room next to Linda. She had on one of
those clinging, tight one-piece sweater-dress affairs that young
stuff like her shouldn’t wear. The way it molded itself around
her showed off all of her young sex parts as if she were naked.
Her apple tits grew straight out from her ribcage, the little
nipples riding high up on them and her tight buns with the jutting
half-moons were snugly molded by the soft, fuzzy cotton cloth. It
had even tightened its way in between her legs in front so that I
could clearly see the raised ridges of her rounded little pube
sausages. I imagined that peach-sized twat softly filling my
hand; my middle finger sliding into her slot like a hotdog in a
bun. “Margaret shouldn’t let her dress like this in public”, I
thought, but I wasn’t about to complain.

As I began going through the motions with the repair, I spotted
Daphne entering the equipment room. I was sitting on the floor,
pretty well hidden behind an equipment rack by the small table and
I gazed hungrily at her as she walked by; her ass cheeks jiggling
violently under the thin denim of her jeans. Jeff didn’t even
look at her, but I sure did as she grabbed her big rumps to adjust
the panties which had ridden up deep into her crack. Her hands
nearly disappeared as they sunk into her soft, buttery butt flesh.
She rubbed and pulled the panties through the jeans until she had
them properly stretched back over her basketballs and then
wriggled over to the table.

I had long since given up working and I gaped up with my mouth
wide open as she stood right over me at the table. Bending at the
waist, appearing to read some paper, she gave me a wide open view
of her bare tits through the bottom of the open, hanging blouse.
She must not have even know I was there because, after looking
around to be sure no one else was in there, she slid her hands up
under her blouse and hefted one of her big melons in each hand.
Squeezing and rubbing, the white breast flesh bulging out between
her fingers, Daphne’s mouth opened and she let out a low gutteral
grunt. “I knew there was something different about this girl”, I
thought as my left hand began to stroke my thickening dick through
my pants. As I gazed up, stroking a little faster now, Daphne
moved her index fingers up and began rubbing her plump nipple
sacks until they began to pucker and wrinkle. Another series of
soft moans were forced from her lips as her nipples began
stiffening outward by themselves like little cock shafts.

I picked up the pace of my jacking, not caring if she heard me or
not at that point, when I saw her begin to rub and pinch those
light-brown puckered nipples. Grunting and groaning freely now,
but only loud enough for me to hear, Daphne began to quiver and
shake slightly. I didn’t think it was possible, but it looked like
she was going to come just from fondling her tits and nipples! I
felt my balls start to tighten and a trickle of pre-cum stain my
shorts in anticipation as I watched Daphne continue to
self-pleasure her tits.

We were both working furiously now. With thumb and forefinger
Daphne was jerking off her nipples like they were a pair of stiff
little dicks. Her breasts had swelled to almost double their
normal size and began flushing to a dull purple color. They
stretched the tit sacks so tight there was no jiggle in them
anymore and they had grown four or five inches in length too.
They looked like the ends of monstrous, erect purple salamis
sticking out of her chest. Daphne had cupped as much as she could
of those tight tubes with the remaining fingers of each hand and
started jacking off her own tits! She worked the skin back and
forth in a hard, fast rhythm in time with the thumb-stroking of
her nipple shafts; the swollen, purple breast meat sliding inside
the tight, transluscent outer skin.

Although she was pumping at lightening speed now, I could see that
her hands were working in unison, both sliding in and out at the
same time over her jugs and nipples. Her back was forced into an
arch and with each stroke her whole upper body and neck jerked
forward not three feet away from my awestruck face. I looked up
into her mouth which was held stretched open in a silent scream as
she jerked off her tits.

Her nostrils flared out and her face flushed a dull, blood red.
She had gotten some lubrication from a liquid that began seeping
out of her nipple holes and her hands became a slippery, sliding
blur as Daphne’s tit climax overtook her. Even as her her body
became paralyzed in orgasm her hands continued to work. As I
stared in shock, her nipples came and began spurting their tit
cream out in gushes, each stroke of her hands squeezing out a
long, steady stream of milky cum-juice from each tit. At that
moment I also exploded, filling my pants with more cum than I had
every shot before, but it was no match for the waterfall flowing
from Daphne’s pumping boobs.

As if they had a life of their own, they continued to pump out
streams of tit-jism, gradually emptying their swollen sacs, while
Daphne stood frozen like a statue in the grip of her orgasm.
The only other movement came from her throat which was spasming up
and down trying to force air into her lungs, but even her
breathing had ceased. Her bulging, staring eyes and grossly
distorted, open mouth showed me the terror inside of her; knowing
she was running out of oxygen, out of life itself and yet also
knowing she was powerless to voluntarily move a muscle.

Her horror increased as she watched her hands continue on their
own to squeeze out more and more; her tits beginning to wobble
again after emptying out some of the pressure. They must have
pumped it out for 30 or 40 seconds! Her fingers were so
completely covered with the slime that each stroke filled the room
with slippery, squelching, slurping noises. Most of the stuff
landed on the tabletop, but much of it streamed down onto my face
and clothes. I opened my mouth and tongue to it, drinking in the
sweet white syrup even as my prick was pouring out its own juice
into my lap.

As she began to come down I thought to myself, “No one has ever
seen what you just have and nobody is ever likely to see it again.
And who would believe it, if I told them!”. Choking, gurgling
noises woke me out of my stupor as I looked up at Daphne. Gentle
spasms racked her body from head to toe, like she was shivering in
the cold, as the last of the cream oozed from her nipples. It
covered her tits, which had come down to their normal size and
color. Gooey, white masses of it hung and dripped from her
fingers and nipples, which she still had hold of. She gave one
last shudder and appeared to come out of her trance, staring at
her chest as if not knowing what she had done.

Somewhat ashamedly, she began to clean herself off (the bathroom
wasn’t in this room). Using her fingers, she scooped up the still
warm, thickening cream off of her breasts in several loads,
licking and sucking it into her mouth each time and swallowing it
down. Her smacking lips made delicious squishing noises as she
tried to swallow and clean the voluminous white goo off her
tongue. It had become thick enough that I could see her gagging a
little as her throat muscles worked hard to move each lump of the
stuff down. She finished the job off by lifting each breast up to
her mouth, suckling her fat nipples and licking the jelly clean.
She looked around, red-faced with embarrassment and, seeing that
no one was around, began to go back out to work in the main
office.

Watching Daphne lick and clean herself off, I felt my dick begin
rising again out of the cold puddle of cum that had accumulated in
my pants. I couldn’t believe I could get hard again that fast,
but she was that hot of a show. I had begun lazily stroking my
slimy pole again when, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted
Linda’s large form moving into the room. Daphne must have spotted
her too because she immediately let go of her boobs and tried to
make a dash for the exit. She had a frightened look on her face
that I couldn’t quite figure out as she tried to fly past Linda.
Even Jeff turned his head to look at this. He crawled down next
to me behind the table and whispered “Don’t say anything and don’t
try to stop her. Just watch and you’ll get the show of your
life”. After what I had just seen I couldn’t figure out what he
meant, but I watched and waited in anticipation.

Daphne’s breasts were bouncing violently as she ran for the door,
blouse flying up over her head. She had almost made it when Linda
side-stepped neatly, grabbed one of Daphne’s melons in mid-air
with both hands and used it to yank her back into the room. In
the same motion the door was quietly flicked shut by an
outstretched foot.

I wondered how she could get away with this with nobody in the
other rooms hearing, when in a flash Linda whipped a wad of cloth
about the size of a rolled up pair of gym socks out her pants
pocket and stuffed it forcefully into Daphne’s wide open mouth,
shutting off the scream that was forming there. Daphne’s cheeks
began to puff outward as Linda used her fingers to push in more
and more of the wad. Daphne’s lips, which had been kept painfully
stretched open while Linda was pushing the socks in, collapsed
around it after the whole thing had been forced in.

The bulge immediately began soaking up her saliva and swelled up,
completely filling Daphne’s mouth and throat; allowing only the
tiniest opening in back to breathe. She could just get enough air
in through her nose to keep herself alive if she concentrated on
that; nevermind trying to spit out the ugly plug. Her mouth was
stuffed good and solid. A couple of times, when her concentration
slipped, I could hear her hacking up phelgm as the moist wool
tickled her throat and the gag reflex took over. I’m sure she was
trying to scream, but only soft animal grunts got past the wet
ball. Her lips couldn’t completely close over it, it was so
swollen in her mouth by now.

“Jesus Christ!”, I thought, “Linda must have come prepared for
this. There’s no other reason for carrying such a thing in her
pocket. She must have done this before!”.

Linda pulled her inside using the tit for a handle. Daphne
stopped dead in her tracks as her boob stretched tight in the
two-fisted grip. She had no other choice than to follow along or
have it yanked right out of the socket! I wanted to help her, but
I sensed that this was a ritual that had been performed before and
that I should mind my own business. Besides, I was still pretty
worked up from before and this show was making me hard again
despite the brutality. In spite of my conscience I found my hand
pulling a little faster now at the sight of Daphne’s mouth bulging
with that gag.

She tried to fight back, but it was no use. Besides having to use
most of her effort just to keep breathing, Daphne was no match for
Linda’s bulk. Releasing one hand, Linda used the tit for leverage
as she moved in from behind, twisting her victim around and
forcing her to bend over the table by planting a foot in the back
of Daphne’s knees. Jeff and I could now look up into Daphne’s
tear-streaked face. She was sobbing openly; whimpering and
trembling from the pain and humiliation that Linda was putting on
her. I felt sorry for her, but I was excited at the same time. I
unzipped my pants and released my stiffness into to my pumping
fist as Jeff and I watched Linda take complete control.

Her big belly pressed against those luscious butt cheeks pinning
Daphne’s waist against the table, chunky legs spread wide around
Daphne’s, clamping them together tightly at the knee. There was
no movement possible from the waist down. I could see that
Linda’s tongue had flopped out between her lips and some saliva
had started dribbling down her chin. Her dull eyes were fixed
with that obscene stare as she went to work up top. Lifting the
blouse up to the neck with one hand, she grabbed both of Daphne’s
wrists in the other meaty paw and forced her arms up in back,
bending them at the elbows so that the hands met together up near
the neck. A look of sheer panic crossed Daphne’s face as she
realized her position, but Linda kept on with the precision of a
surgeon. Working the loose ends of the blouse, she bunched and
twisted them until she had one fairly long braid with which she
tied the wrists together tightly in back.

I began pumping rapidly at the sight. Hidden only a few feet
below I could see that Daphne was now completely secured, her own
blouse-collar forming a tight halter around her neck; the other
end stretching into a tight rope to cuff her wrists painfully in
back of her neck. Trying to move her arms brought instant choking
from the collar and any movement of the head, except to stretch it
backwards, pulled painfully on arms already bent to the breaking
point. My breathing started coming in gasps as I kept up a
steady, rapid jacking with my fist, the other hand massaging my
contracting balls. Linda had her tamed and didn’t appear to be in
any hurry. I couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.

In her right fist Linda grabbed both of daphne’s slim wrists at
the point they were tied and wrapped her fingers up around the
blouse-rope going to the neck. It was ingenious and evil at the
same time. Just using the one hand to pull on the rope and
wrists, Linda could force Daphne’s upper body into any position
she wanted by various combinations of neck chokes and shoulder
pain. For now she kept her bent over about halfway down to the
table; tits, still shiny wet from her earlier licking, hanging
down heavily; dull white cloth swelling out of the O formed by her
partially closed lips.

With her free left hand Linda began unbuttoning Daphne’s jeans.
The whimpering stopped and a new look came over Daphne’s face as
she struggled to no avail against Linda’s invading fingers. It
was no use. The blouse harness was working perfectly and the
other girl’s big tree trunk legs had hers locked tightly below.
The tears started flowing again as Daphne realized the
helplessness of her position.

Linda had deftly worked Daphne’s fly open and, with one swipe of
her huge hand, ripped the jeans down to her knees. Daphne’s huge,
pantied, jiggly behinds spilled out all over the place. They
sprung back up hard, as the jean cloth released them, as if
attached to springs at the back of her waist. They ballooned back
down again, the bottom ends of the humps actually bulging below
her knees on their way down, before springing back up again. They
were like those slinky toys I used play with as a kid.

Boinga…Boinga….Boinga…. They had gotten out of sync on the
release, one fleshy mound on the way down bulging past the other
one on the way up; one agitating the other into more violent
jiggling each time they slid past each other. We all stared
mezmerized as they bounced up and down, slowing down a little on
each pass, until they finally rumbled to halt after a full ten
seconds.

Daphne’s pants must have been holding her buttocks in a little
because they were larger than anything I had imagined when staring
at them through the jean cloth. They WERE the size of basketballs
at the bottom. They were encased in sheer, stretchy pink panties
that were normal in front; snuggly stretched over her brown,
well-padded twat; but the pouch in back was the size of a grocery
bag! The upper half of the thick cylinders were plumped out with
flesh that jiggled at the slighest touch all the way up the thick
slope to her waist. There was no space between her upper legs;
only one long ass crack that looked a little raw from the sliding
friction when Linda had released them.

Linda now had those buttocks out in the air exposed to herself. A
little life even came into her dull, half-exposed eyes for a
moment as she looked down at them sagging and straining that huge,
pink panty-sack to the breaking point. As I continued to pump
myself, Linda sunk her hand into one butt cheek and began to work
on it through the panties. Kneading and massaging, her strong fat
fingers repeatedly clenched closed, squishing Daphne’s panties and
flesh out between them, and then released; butt jello jiggling
back into place. Daphne’s look had changed again. It wasn’t
anything near pleasure, but I could tell that Linda’s fondling
hand was forcing her to heat up in spite of herself.

Tightening her strain on Daphne’s tether, Linda forced her to bend
farther over the table. With her butt hand she grabbed the
elastic band of one leg of the large panties and pulled it back
about six inches, bringing it out and over the cheek. When she
let go, it snapped back into Daphne like a firecracker going off;
sending her rubbery ass wobbling up and down the length of her.
Despite her gag-stuffed mouth Daphne let out a loud muffled cry as
the panties snapped back in the middle of her rump exposing the
bottom of one cheek to the air. Linda repeated the process on the
other side, this time pulling the panty-leg back a foot. Another,
louder groan poured from Daphne’s gag.

Both of Daphne’s behinds were now exposed at the bottom, showing
the whole bottom half of each white, fleshy mound; the rest of her
bottom still tightly filling the underpants. Linda’s hand found
the now slack bottoms of the panty-bag where they had been pulled
up. Twisting them like she had done to the blouse, she formed
about a six inch length of thick, rope-like panty material.
Forcing it under the taut upper half of Daphne’s underpants, Linda
pushed it deep into the crack. The full six inches sunk in
without even reaching Daphne’s butthole, but Linda didn’t care
about that. She must have known from before that Daphne’s ass
crack was as sensitive as the hole itself and began driving the
thick rod of pink material in and out with her hand. Somehow she
knew how to twist it so it was as hard a man’s cock because it
went in and out of Daphne’s ass slot with ease.

Holding it in her fist by the end attached to the rest of Daphne’s
panties, Linda stretched the end around until it looked like it
was a cock growing out of her groin, her hand on the base. She
began a slow grinding with her wide, chunky hips; matching the
rhythm of the panty-cock as it slid in and out of Daphne,
butt-fucking her ass-crack like a man would. All the while,
Daphne was kept bent far over the table with the neck and arm
brace. She was breathing faster now, nostrils flaring in and out
with the effort; a muffled stream of moans and groans pouring from
the gag. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was going to get off
being force-fucked in the rear end by another girl with a dildo
made from part of her own panties, half of which she was still
wearing! She began jerking her hips backward to meet Linda’s
inward thrusts and her tits began to swell again without any help
from her hands this time; erect nipples already a hard deep brown.

I had nearly forgotten about my own dick. My hand had been
jerking like crazy for the past few minutes and my cock was
straining to blast, painfully hard in my hand. But I couldn’t let
myself go yet. Linda was picking up the pace and I wanted to be
around for the finish.

Planting one of her big shoes, Linda forced Daphne to bend in at
the knees. Her rump jutted out farther, giving Linda an even
better angle. Her powerful hips began snapping it in. The pink
rod had actually become thicker and harder, soaking up the oily
secretions from Daphne’s asshole which were lubricating her butt.
Whipping her thrusting hips savagely, Linda let go of the dildo
and leash, the twitching Daphne no longer needing to be
controlled, and rammed her hands down the front of the panties.

Through the sheer material I saw Linda’s hands go down on Daphne’s
mound. Cupping it from the top in one palm, she parted the
engorged brick-red outer lips with two fingers and split the gushy
inner cunt lips in two with three fingers of her other hand.
Daphne nearly jumped out of her skin as Linda’s fingers went to
work inside of her, but somehow she managed to maintain her
position. She continued to hold her upper body over the table,
bending at the waist, her face grossly stretched out toward the
front by the tight blouse-choker fastened to her wrists in back.
Her tits had tightened themselves again into dull purple sausages;
the nipples already beginning to leak fluid. I don’t know how she
did it. Maybe she was already beginning to feel the paralysis
that was coming.

Linda was still fucking her butt hard from the rear without
holding on at all. The straps of panty material attached to the
part still on Daphne’s upper ass were holding the thick, greasy
panty-rope inside. Every backward thrust of her ass cheeks forced
it out of the slot and every forward crack of Linda’s hips drove
it back in, in the process forcing Daphne’s cunt forward to
self-fuck on her fat fingers. A heavy slapping rhythm filled the
room from Linda’s big, lardy stomach slamming into Daphne’s
jiggling jelly buns.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whump! Blat! Blat! Blat! Whomp! Whack! Whack!

I was getting off on those sounds alone!

Linda’s three fingers were a flickering, tickling windmill inside
Daphne’s vagina causing her to sling her butt-bags with even
greater fury onto Linda’s pumping dildo. They were banging so
hard and fast that Daphne’s butt-grease began turning into a hot,
tan foam that began bubbling out from under the remains of her
panties. Linda suddenly jerked up on the swollen mons in her hand
and Daphne’s grey pre-cum juice flooded onto it. I now heard
slicking noises from the foamy dildo in back and slurping
sounds from the sliding hand in front intermixed with the
butt-slapping and Daphne’s groaning. It was too much for me!
I knew she was about to orgasm like never before! I couldn’t miss
it!

Without thinking I hopped up onto the table. I got onto my knees
in front of Daphne’s flushed, upturned, straining face; still
pumping my stiff, red tool wildly in my hand. Linda didn’t even
seem to know I was there! She was too focused on her increasing
fuck-rhythm into Daphne to notice. I thought I saw just a flicker
of obscene approval for what I was doing and then it was back to
the stare. Daphne’s eyes bulged wide open, however, when she saw
me. Her eyes seemed to cry out to me, “You were hiding in here
all along?! Th..th..then you saw what I did to myself? How could
you !!!!!”. I felt like a real heel at that point, but the heat
deep in my testicles made me realize that I couldn’t help myself
no matter what. Her outraged eyes melted into orgasmic horror as
the thrusting instruments in her vagina and buttocks began slowly
pushing her over the edge and I made my next move.

I found myself looking at her shiny tight breasts, almost black
with color now, protuding eight inches straight out from under her
armpits and her arms tied tight behind her upstraining, choked
neck and I knew I had to grasp those eggplants in my hands and
jerk them off like she had done to herself. Latching on to them
from underneath, I could only get my fingers about halfway around
the bottom half of her hard, swollen, deep-purple bazooms.

My palms began working back and forth on the underside of her
jugs. They were hard, but springy on the outside and they gave in
a little to my gripping pressure. I stroked harder and the outer
skin began to move back and forth with my hands, like the sliding
foreskin on a man’s prick. But the inner, blood-tight tubes were
distended hard. As I moved the skin back and forth I could feel
them growing in there, even longer and more erect. The juice from
her nipples mixed into my fingers causing my palms to slip and
slide. White foam began coating my hands as her inner tits
pulsated like dicks about to come. Splacking sounds from my foamy
hands now reeled my senses as I slid them faster and faster over
Daphne’s turgid balloons.

Linda was still pumping like a machine into her slippery behind,
not letting up, maintaining a constant driving fuck. Daphne’s
body began stiffening. I knew it was beginning for her and my
balls twitched in anticipation of her release, when I spied my
still rock-hard penis straining into thin air. My hands weren’t
about to loose their jerking grip on Daphne’s slithering boobs.
My eyes were darting around desperately for a way when they landed
on her puffy, blushing cheeks and the sopping wad protuding from
her round, semi-open lips.

Even with her body partially frozen in semi-orgasm she saw where
my wild eyes were staring and what I was about to do to her.
Could I actually do it? Her panic-stricken eyes and bound neck
were shaking “No..No..Please God No!”. After what I had seen that
day and in my current state it took me about 2 seconds to decide.
Her eyes lit up in agonizing, complete surrender as I moved up on
her and pushed my thick member into her sopping, cloth-stuffed O
just as Daphne’s climax paralyzed her completely.

Her accumulated saliva drooled out all over her glistening,
stretched lips as I jerked my cock into her mouth as hard as I
could. With Daphne’s head now frozen in her horror filled
cum-stare, she was unable to move at all. I pushed three-quarters
of my 6 inches in against the soft, sucking wad of cloth. It
stretched her spit-covered lips wider apart on the way in. Her
inner organs were still working, though. My cock pushed the gag
ahead of it, as I forced myself in, mashing the whole sticky ball
against the back of her throat, an inch-wide plug filling her
windpipe completely. Her body remained still, but a deep rumble
emitted from her blocked throat. Sickening, puking sounds came
out as her involuntary throat muscles tried to dry-heave the
blocking wad out of there.

Oblivious to any of this, I began to fuck her mouth, the oozing
cloth gag sucking and grabbing at my prick like moist cuntlips.
Relief came for her only when I withdrew for the next stroke. She
had only a split second to suck in a sip of air through her nose
before the gag was again forced down into her throat by my next
pumping thrust. Gut-wrenching dry-pukes heaved up from deep
inside her belly as she fought to keep breathing. I didn’t care
at that point. I could feel the hot semen gushing up my shaft
like a geyser as I rammed her gag-stuffed mouth.

Linda, still humping her ass relentlessly, whipped her fingers out
of Daphne’s swollen, sloshy pubes and rapidly grabbed at the end
of her pumping cock-rope. She stepped back an inch and splunged
her fist deep into Daphne’s ass crack, her whole hand and half of
her fat forearm disappearing between the billowing cheeks. I
could see the lump of her fist moving around under there, rippling
out one cheek and then the other. At last she found the dark,
oily inner hole she had been seeking and jammed the whole greasy
rope into Daphne’s anus with one stroke. Just as I began to
spurt, Daphne blew like a volcano.

Cream began spewing out of her tits again as the pistons inside
pushed it from her nipple holes in streams. It covered my hands,
which were still jerking, and ran down my arms, burning on the way
down like a lava flow. Linda was massaging her mons when a bucket
of sex juice flooded out of her inner sex, covering Linda’s hand
completely and pouring into the panty-bag until it began to look
like a pink, bulging water balloon. At the same time I flooded
the gag inside her mouth with my semen, my full sacs rippling with
each forceful contraction. One long, gutteral, gurgling moan
erupted from her paralyzed mouth as my cock cream oozed into the
tight spaces around the gag, soaking into the saliva-filled cloth
until it began to spill out onto her lips and chin. I pulled out,
unable to get any more in, but still coming.

With one tit-cum coated hand I jerked the remainder of my jism all
over the outside of her stuffed face. I thought, “This has to be
the biggest cum of all time!”, as I pumped and stroked and
splashed it onto her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks; even swamping
her nose with the gooey ooze. Her face could barely be seen under
it, so complete was the covering. It began to slide slowly down
to hang in big gobby drips from her chin and nose and eyebrows.
Daphne remained completely motionless in orgasm throughout the
whole thing, mouth gagged and eyes gaped open wide.

After orgasming for two solid minutes, she began coming out it,
shivering like before as if coming out of a trance. But this time
it was different. Her gentle after-cum trembling gradually turned
into great, racking sobs that shook her whole body. Tears poured
into her cum-coated face at the humiliating sex Linda and I had
forced her to enjoy. The shame was too great for her, but Linda
wasn’t though yet.

She moved her cunt-hand back up to the restraining leash and
jerked backward, pulling Daphne almost upright with her head
angled backwards. She was have real trouble breathing now, what
with her nostrils filled shut with my hardening cum and her mouth
stuffed with the even bigger cum-expanded gag. The force of the
pull brought a great gushing heave from the pit of her stomach and
she blew out the gag. It plopped onto the tabletop with a icky
’splat’.

With her mouth now free, I though Daphne would be screaming her
head off, but all she did was continue to sob and gasp for air. I
guess she was too embarrassed to let anyone else know anyway.

As I continued to look on, kneeling exhausted from my own climax,
Linda took a grab on the blouse-leash with her teeth, holding
Daphne’s head strained backwards. With one free hand she grabbed
a paper cup off the desk and held it in back under the panty
remnants tightly gripping Daphne’s legs. Slowly she pulled her
still buried fist from Daphne’s crack, sliding out the
butt-plug-dildo at the same time. Jiggling ass cheeks unrolled
the panty-cock and, as the tight upper panties loosened their
grip, Daphne’s vaginal cum began to thickly seep out. Linda
twisted and worked the creamy panties in one hand, catching the
ooze in the cup. When she was finished, she had almost a complete
cupful of Daphne’s cream.

Still holding the head back with the cord in her buck-teeth, Linda
brought her free hand up to Daphne’s nose and pinched it off
between thumb and forefinger. With the strong pinkie of the same
hand she poked down into the chin, forcing the mouth open. Head
and neck yanked back, throat and mouth forced open, Daphne offered
no resistance as Linda poured her own jism into her from the large
cup. After each lump of cum-pudding had oozed in Linda would hook
her pinkie under Daphne’s chin, forcing her jaws closed. Daphne
had to swallow the gob before Linda allowed her lips open for
another breath. Pouring in too fast for Daphne’s gagging
swallows, some of it flowed out to smear her chin, swirling into a
pearly mixture with my cum. I could see down into her mouth and
thickly coated tongue as her throat spasmed and choked her own
thick juice down into her awaiting stomach.

A sick green tinge appeared on Daphne’s face and series of
shuddering spasms racked her tummy. It looked like she was about
to throw up the whole thing! Linda also felt the signals. As she
poured in the last ounce of goo, she dropped the cup, picked up
the sopping mess of a gag off the table and, still pinching the
nose off, mushed the big, cold, wet wad back in through Daphne’s
struggling lips. Linda now let go with both hands and teeth and
stood back watching in delight.

Daphne, standing in the middle of the room, free except for the
neck truss, arms still tied tightly up in her back, bent forward
at the waist and heaved. As Jeff and I looked on, stunned, her
knees buckled and a torrent of thick cum shot back up from her
spasming stomach, rocketing out her throat tube into the back of
the cloth ball. She almost fell over backwards from the force,
but managed to stay on her feet. Almost half of the wad ballooned
out of her lips from the force of the jolting liquid. I though it
was going to be blown out of her, but it was sucked back into
Daphne’s mouth like it was being pulled in with a vacuum cleaner.

As Linda stood looking on with unrestrained joy, Daphne’s throat
convulsed again. She gulped the gooey mixture of her own and my
cum back down the tunnel and stood, bent slightly, breathing with
relief, when the next shock wave took her off her feet. She
retched her cum up again, beginning to look faint but unable to
stop the spasms, as the oozing gag slipped halfway out again, but
not far enough to come out. Spasm after spasm rocked her; heaving
gut blasting the cum up into her mouth and bringing it back down
again to reload when it splashed against the blocking gag.

Daphne was beginning to weaken. Sweat covered her forehead and
matted her hair down in wet pleats as she was worked over in that
spastic seizure, alternately swallowing and then heaving up her
own cum, throat bulging visibly as it was forced up and down.

After about a minute and a half she looked like she had had all
she could take, when Linda announced, “OK. I think she’s had
enough.”. Daphne fell to her knees, still racking, eyes turning
back inward into her head. Straddling her from the back, Linda
grasped the leash to immobilize her and, bunching all five fingers
of her other hand, pushed the blunt point of her hand tool between
Daphne’s wet lips. Not letting up, Linda continued to push her
fingers in.

Spreading Daphne’s lips so wide that they lost their color, she
let her fingers widen out around the soaked gag-rag. I continued
to stare dumbfounded as Linda worked her mammoth hand, until,
suddenly, Daphne’s mouth resistance gave way. Her jaws snapped
open a further three inches, locked almost straight up and down,
as Linda’s knuckles slid on in through the gaping mouth. I began
to heat up again, hardening at the sight of Linda’s whole fist in
Daphne’s mouth, the lips having sucked closed around her thick
wrist. It looked like she was fellating Linda’s arm like a huge
horse dick. Linda’s fingers squashed around the massive mouth
gag, bulging out Daphne’s cheeks like a monstrous cockhead.
Incredibly, I began stroking my stiff meat again as Linda began
pistoning her forearm.

Daphne’s face was almost lifeless now, but her lips reacted
automatically like any woman’s should when a thick, fleshy pole
slides in and out of them. They latched on to the wrist and began
slurping and sucking as Linda pumped her arm-cock. But it was no
good. Daphne had fainted even while her lips continued to suck
and Linda realized that Daphne had truly had enough for now. With
one yank, she pulled out the fist and gag.

We all froze when Margaret knocked on the closed door and yelled
in, “Hey you guys! Break time was over five minutes ago. Let’s
get back to work! Remember, Gene will be here any time now.”. I
realized that this must be why no one had bothered us. It was
normal routine for people to take their breaks in this room, close
the door and watch TV. But it still made me jump when she yelled
in at us. I couldn’t believe we had been in there for only twenty
minutes. It seemed like a whole day, but there were several hours
to go.

Linda was the only one who thought to answer her. She yelled
back, “OK. we’ll be right out.”. I didn’t know how we were going
to do that. Daphne was still kneeling, fainted, in the middle of
the floor, her blouse, twisted into a rope around her neck, the
only thing holding her upright. Her jeans were pulled down to her
knees; underpants hanging limply now, twisted out of shape,
stained tan on the bottom and sopping white on top. Her hair was
matted down and sweat dripped from her cum stained face and tits.
She didn’t look ready to go anywhere. I was kneeling on top of a
table panting with exhaustion, pants stained with cumjuice, mine
and Daphne’s; my slick, raw, red tool still stiff from my last
abortive jack-off. But, being only part-time and having to work
on the equipment anyway, I could afford to stay in there until I
could figure something out. And Jeff, who had just watched the
whole thing, was supposed to be in there. He just went back to
his desk. Linda hadn’t even broken a sweat and she still had all
her clothes on.

Once again, Linda took charge of Daphne. She moved in front of
her and, with gentle expertise, slapped her face. Daphne awoke, a
little panicky at seeing Linda, but too exhausted to do anything
about it, and closed her eyes in deep shame. Another slap, this
time a backhander, brought her to full attention again. Sarcastic
words were thrown at her, “Come on little Daphne. Margaret says
we have to get you cleaned up so we can get you back to work. But
it won’t be as much fun as the work we just did, huh?!”.

In the space of a minute or two I watched Linda put things back in
their place. She threw the used cum container in the trash can
along with the wad of rolled up socks. She poked me a painful
shot in the arm and whispered visciously, “Get down off of there!
And get yourself cleaned up. I’m going to open that door in
another minute!”. I thought, “Jesus! That was a really hard
punch for a woman!”. Holding my bruised shoulder, I climbed down
and started getting back into my pants as Linda turned her
attention back to Daphne.

Reaching around in back to the leash, Linda yanked her to a
standing position. Then, reaching around with both hands, she
pulled and yanked at the panties, trying to reform them around
Daphne’s butt, but they didn’t have enough elastic left in them
even for her huge mounds, so Linda just ripped them off at the
seams, hitched up her jeans and buttoned them snug. For some
reason I couldn’t understand, Linda balled up the greasy, stained
panties and stuck them in her pocket where the socks had been.
“Yuck! What could she want with those things?”, I wondered, seeing
that they made twice as big a ball as the socks had.

Still reaching around in back, she undid the wrist cuffs. Numb,
yet painful from fifteen minutes of being bent into that unnatural
position, Daphne’s arms flopped down at her sides, limp and
useless. Linda unrolled the blouse and tried to smooth it down
over Daphne’s cum-dripping boobs, but it was so wrinkled that it
wouldn’t quite make it. It looked a royal wrinkled mess and she
could only stretch it down to the middle of her stomach, her cute
belly button showing out above her pants.

Linda let it go at that. No time. Next, she whipped a spike-comb
from her back pocket and hastily drew it through Daphne’s matted
hair. She screamed out in pain as the four-inch spikes scraped
her skull and ripped through the sweaty knots in her hair, but her
mouth was so painful from being stretched by Linda’s fist and the
gag, her throat still filled with sticky cum and phlegm, that it
came out only as a soft coughing gurgle. After raking Daphne’s
hair in to a vaguely presentable do, she grabbed some paper towels
from Jeff’s desk. Dunking them in some cold stale coffee in
Jeff’s cup, she toweled the cum off Daphne’s face, rubbing hard
and fast, and threw the towels in the can.

Linda pulled the door open and, with one chunky arm around her
shoulder, led the weak, trembling girl quickly out of the room.
Shielding Daphne from the others with her bulky body, Linda
half-dragged her rapidly toward the restroom, which was in the
back. I could see through the doorway as she shoved her in and I
thought I faintly heard, “Now get cleaned up good. And hurry. And
no word of this to anyone. Besides, you KNOW you loved it, you
pretty little bitch, and you know you’ll want more later.”.

With that, the bathroom door shut, Linda went back to her reports,
I went back to my repair and things went on as if nothing had
happened. None of the others even suspected what had gone on in
that room right under their noses!

I worked steadily on, still kind of hot and sweaty, keeping one
eye on the bathroom door (it was unisex and I had to go real bad).
Finally, after about five agonizing minutes, Daphne came out. As
I rushed for the john I could see that she had, by some miracle,
made her self over into something pretty close to normal. Her
hair was still a little damp, but drying fast back into those cute
little brunette ringlets. And her face was washed clean, though
still somewhat red and raw from the paper towels.

The look on her face, however, was another story. Although not
crying, her head kind of moped down and from the vacant depths of
staring eyes she looked at me accusingly with a mixture of hatred
and shame. I felt low, lower than a snake in the grass at that
point. Even the sight of that big, bobbling back end failed to
arouse me as she shuffled slowly into the other room. Truly
ashamed of what I had done, I flopped into the john.

Feeling greatly relieved after my piss, I went back to work. This
was going to be a long one. Machines had broken down all over the
place. I knew it was going to take me at least a couple of hours
to fix them. And, what with the big boss coming in, Margaret kept
popping in on me, asking me if I was finished yet. Her dark green
wraparound skirt flounced wildly on her sleek swiveling hips and
small, taut ass-muscles every time she ran in there. And I could
tell from her erect button nipples poking out from her light green
blouse that she was getting excited about the upcoming visit.

A little peeved at her constant interruptions, I told her somewhat
curtly that I’d have a lot better chance of getting done in time
if she’d leave me alone. A blush formed on her high-riding cheeks
that matched her red hair and she immediately began apologizing,
saying that she was nervous about Gene coming. I told her that I
understood and that I would work extra hard to get it all done for
her. I stared at her muscular, tan calves as she walked out and
thought, “Hmmmm. She ain’t that badly shaped after all; kinda
skinny still, but muscular like those iron pumping ladies I saw on
TV, only not as grossly bulked up. And where did that tan come
from. It looks pretty hot on a redhead. I wonder if it goes all
the way up?”. It was like seeing her for the first time.

Shaking the cobwebs from my head, I went back to work again, but
soon found myself talking to Jeff. I said, “Hey man. What the
hell. Does this thing happen all the time around here or what?
And why weren’t you doing anything through all that stuff?”.

He shrugged a little laugh off his shoulders and answered, “No, it
don’t happen all the time. I only seen it twice before. Only I
never seen it this hot before. Linda was like some kinda animal.
I ain’t messin’ around with her though. No way. I’m afraid of
her. And I wouldn’t know what to do anyway. Poor Daphne, though.
I never seen or heard of some of that shit. Linda forced her to
get off but I don’t think she really liked it. I gotta confess,
the most I’ve ever done is bring off this girl at school once with
my hand. I’d rather just concentrate on my work.”.

“OK”, I thought, “but someday your gonna find out what it’s all
about and then work won’t mean a thing.”. I resumed my efforts to
get the machines running right again.

I looked up and saw that it was about one o’clock. I had spent
the last two hours concentrating hard and had just about finished
up, everything back in working order. Apparently Daphne had had
no trouble concealing her morning episode from her co-workers and
Margaret hadn’t been back to bother me either. I packed up my
tools, pretty satisfied with myself, and prepared to get the hell
out of there.

I strolled out in to the main office preparing to leave. Past
Linda, who didn’t even acknowledge my presence; and past Diane,
standing there innocently. Just at the moment I walked by she
bent over to pick something up. As most women do when they think
no one is looking, she bent straight at the waist, not bending her
knees at all; legs locked straight up and down. The tight, white
cotton shift rode up, higher and higher. She wore no nylons and,
for that second or two, I had an unobstructed view up and down
almost the whole length of her soft, young, cream-colored thighs.

Her bending pushed her smooth, round, little behind high in the
air toward me, the widening split between her butts stretching the
cotton to the breaking point. I was beginning to sweat a little
when I saw Linda sneak a leering grin at the young flesh displayed
in front of her. My eyes locked hers in a stare that told her in
no uncertain terms, “I know what’s on your mind. You lay a hand
on her and you’ll answer to me. Over my dead body Linda, over my
dead body.”. She gave me a shrug that said, “We’ll see” and went
back to work.

Shuddering at the thought, I walked into the main office. Daphne
sat at a desk facing away from me. She sat in a typical office
chair; you know, the kind with a small backrest high up on a two
inch diameter stalk set in the seat. The thick shiny stainless
steel pole had worked its way into Daphne’s jeans as she sat.
Part of her butt meats, now unrestrained by panties, had oozed
around the chair rod, gripping it tightly; the rest of the denim
covered flesh sagged out around it and over the sides of the seat.
My sweat increased at the sight, but my cock remained limp. All I
could see was the brutal invasion she had taken from Linda
earlier in the day and I marveled at how she could sit there
working as usual all this time. She might have been able to
regain her composure somehow, but I hadn’t.

I moved past her, gently patting the back of her head in sympathy
as I walked by. Rudely shaking her head away, she lifted her
downturned eyes to mine, remembering my part in her ordeal, and
glared daggers right through my face. I wanted to apologize to
her, to explain that I couldn’t help myself, but there was no way.

Lisa was sitting at the typewriter by the front door. If anything
could have brought me back to life it was her. The heat start to
spread through my dick again as I approached her, gazing hungrily
and openly, but she was too busy typing to notice. I ogled my way
down the length of her, starting with her pleasingly filled out
face and moving down to the tight red sweater filled with her
heavy, bulging tits.

They seemed to fill the entire front of her sweater; so large
that they were plopped solidly down on the typing table, Lisa’s
arms squeezing them together in front of her as she typed. With
one hand in my pocket secretly feeling myself, I stood and stared
at her sweater-bulging pair, which had to be the size of honeydew
melons. The cold metal table had excited her nipples, forcing
those nickel-sized paps to erupt forward nearly three fourths of
an inch!

I ended up in her lap, my eyes buried deep in the dark triangle
formed by her little belly and bulging, red-nylon thighs. The
micro-mini barely covered her bottom, now that she was sitting
down, and I could see the round ends of her butt barely peaking
out, also encased in the tight elastic. I focused in and thought,
“I’ll be damned if she isn’t wearin’ any!”. The white flesh of
her unpantied ass blended into the expanding red material, tinting
it a dull, sexual pink. “What in the hell is she doing dressed
like that just to come to a dull office job?”, I wondered. “She
is ready!”, I decided. “And I’m just the man to give it to her!”.

Not thinking too clearly anymore, I formed the crazy idea that I
would go outside and wait for her to come out. There were only a
couple more hours til closing time. I’d wait for her and talk to
her, ask her out or over to my house or anything. I had to have
her now, today, and I was determined to get her; one way or the
other. “Somehow she knew I was going to be there today and she
dressed that way for me!”, my hormones screamed at me. “If she
plays it cool, don’t let her get away. Follow her and make her
yours!”, my mixed up mind ordered.

In a hot trance I waved good-bye absently to Margaret and began
walking out, my plan now set. But you know what they say about
plans. I vaguely heard her say “No. Stick around. I want you to
meet Gene”, but I too full of the vision of Lisa to pay any
attention.

Just as I made it to the exit, the door burst open noisily. I was
nearly bowled over as the boss burst into the office. I guess I
was going to stick around after all.

The room became a mad shambles as everyone ran in to greet him.
Never having met him and him being the boss and everything, the
girls stopped short and shyly huddled together around him, not
knowing what to say. Margaret, who had met him only once herself
when she was hired as manager, took some initiative and offered
him her hand in welcome.

Let me tell ya, I don’t where I got that description of him that I
gave you earlier, but it was dead wrong. He wasn’t in his early
forties. It was more like his late fifties! Let me give you a
little better description now of the man who owned the place, the
man who I worked for, as I saw him for the first time that day
along with the rest of his employees.

First of all he was a big guy. About 6′4″ and maybe 250 pounds.
As I craned my neck up at him I could tell that he dyed his still
thick hair. It was slicked back in a high pompadour. And it was
a poor dye job at that, old-man grey growing out at the base of a
jet black shoe polish bowl on top. Deep crags deeply dented his
jowly cheeks and he wore steel-framed glasses laying heavily on a
large, bulbous nose.

He still wore the tonnage pretty well on his large frame, but he
was definitely on the fattish side. I could hear him wheezing
just from the effort of walking all that weight around and a light
red flush blotched his sweating face. What a sight! Wearing a
heavy black coat over his pin-stripe suit, he looked more like a
sleaze than a boss to me.

Meanwhile, the girls were backing away a little after taking a
good look at him. They didn’t mean to, I’m sure. It was just an
instinctive move on their part and I didn’t blame them. Linda was
the only one who didn’t seem nervous, standing calmly off to the
side behind Margaret, who was still trying to shake hands with
him.

Swallowing her little hand in one of his big mitts, he shook it
briefly, Margaret’s whole body shaking along with it. “Good to
see you again, Margaret. I’m very proud of the way you’ve whipped
this place into shape. I thought it was about time I came and saw
it for myself.”. He turned his gaze in our direction and
exclaimed, “And these must be the people who really deserve all
the credit. Let’s see who we’ve got here.”.

His eyes swept down the line as Margaret introduced him to his
people; me and Jeff, Diane, Daphne, Linda and finally Lisa on whom
his gaze rested for what seemed like an eternity. Her 5′4″ frame
cringed back just a fraction as his eyes bore down on her.
Licking his lips a little, he ogled her obscenely, drinking in her
huge tits, soft round tummy and the pink nylon bulging with her
meaty thighs.

Finally, he turned back to Margaret and shrugged off his overcoat,
taking the suit coat off right along with it. Now I could see how
huge he really was. Man, was he big. His barrel chest had popped
one of the buttons on his shirt and I could see that he wore no
undershirt. His pot belly looked like a big pink beach ball with
a black rug on it. Yuck!

I was so engrossed in staring at this guy, our boss, that I was as
unprepared as the rest of them for what happened next.

He was telling Margaret what a fine looking group we were and that
he wanted to get to know each of us on a more personal level….
“In fact, let’s do away with the formalities and start right
now!”.

Nodding his head at Linda, who had been standing there as if
looking for a signal, he commanded, “Let’s do it!”. In a flash,
the room became a confused blur of bodies. Linda ran at Margaret
who was too stunned to move. Her lithe, athletic body naturally
fought back, but it was too late. Linda, grinning obscenely at
Gene, easily pinned her arms backward in a full nelson and held
her back from the others.

In the same instant Gene, moving his massive body with surprising
speed, headed straight for Lisa. Looming over her, he wrapped a
length of her long hair tightly around his hand and yanked hard.
A yelp of pain escaped from her lips as her head was snapped back,
stopping her dead in her tracks. With his free hand he reached
down and began crudely fondling her chest, the tight red sweater
rippling and bulging out in all directions as his paw mashed and
squeezed her billowing breasts.

I didn’t know what the hell was going on, but I knew I had to do
something. Even if he was old, Gene had a good eight inches and
about eighty pounds on me and I didn’t know if I could take him.
Besides, from the way things were shaping up, I thought I might
not want to stop him. Things were happening so fast and my plan
for Lisa was still warm in my mind. I didn’t want to lose her,
but the idea of seeing this huge old guy do her was pretty hot
too. I decided to play it cool for now. Besides, there was
someone else I also had had thoughts about.

Jeff, finally showing some life, must have seen his chance too.
His glazed eyes turned to young Diane, who was beginning to wake
up and move to the aid of her mother. “Let her go! You fat
bitch!”, she screamed, jumping full tilt at the struggling pair.
Linda, laughing in her face, expertly stuck out a boot and sent
her sprawling, still clamping onto Margaret with both arms. Jeff
and I both reached her at the same time.

We heard a loud thud and then WHOOMPH! as the wind was blown out
of her by the fall. Stunned, she instantly struggled to her feet
in a daze, the cotton dress shifting all the way up, bunching
around her little bottom, showing us a glimpse of white satin
panties. Jeff reached her first, helping her up and, at the same
time, greedily groping her ass. I got there an instant later and
yanked him off of her. “Uh uh. This one is mine.”, I glared at
him. “You want some, you go get that.”, I said, pointing in the
direction of the door.

He turned where I was pointing. Daphne, as if knowing what was
coming, was sprinting toward the door in panic. She had her hand
on the knob and was making her break to freedom, when Jeff slammed
it back and locked it. Seeing that she was again shut in, Daphne
collapsed, cringing in utter despair at her situation. I guess
Jeff, remembering the scene in the back room, figured she was a
pretty good piece after all. Daphne was grabbed by the back of
her blouse for the second time that day, but all the struggle had
gone out of her. Jeff’s juices were flowin’ now and he began to
eagerly feel her up.

Diane was fighting me all the way, but she was no match for me now
that I had committed to going all the way with her. Her
struggling pushed the shift over her waist, quivering buttocks
squirming softly against my pants. I reached around in front, now
in full sexual heat, and cupped her plump young sex, feeling and
rubbing the mound through the thin white satin. In a trance now,
I half dragged her over to a chair and sat down, pulling her from
behind down into my lap, my middle finger beginning to stroke in
her slot. She was still squirming, but not so hard now, as I
clamped my other arm around her. I pressed hard, forcing her ass
cheeks down into my lap. They spread out around the bulge of my
hardening dick and I began to lightly dry hump her while steadily
working her fuzzy, red-haired mound with my finger.

From where I was sitting I could see the whole office with its row
of three bolted down desks lined up in front of us. Linda pulled
Margaret over to the one on our left. Letting go with one hand,
she maintained her hold and cranked up hard on Margaret’s wrists,
forcing her face down onto the desk, just as her daughter Daphne
had been forced onto the backroom table. I thought, “No. She
wouldn’t dare do that.”.

Margaret’s skirt was ripped off, revealing tan, supple legs and
frilly blue briefs over her tight behind. Whipping out daughter
Daphne’s wad of soiled, cum-soaked panties, Linda tightly bound
her wrists in back with the waistband. Bringing the rest up in
front through Margaret’s crotch, she stretched the pink elastic to
the breaking point and squeezed one of the leg loops over
Margaret’s head. With a little relief I realized she was only
using them for better control. The pink band dug into Margaret’s
vagina, pulling down tautly on her neck and wrists at the same
time, while Linda straddled her waist and sat heavily, pinning her
down. Grabbing under Margaret’s chin with both hands, she pulled
her head up painfully and spat in her ear, “Now we’ll see who’s
the real manager around here. I’m in charge now and your
employees are going to work like they never have before. You just
sit back and watch the show. Look at Daphne over there. She
seems to be enjoying it.”. Margaret couldn’t help but look, her
head bent back by Linda’s vice-like grip on her chin.

It was hard trying to see all the action in this three ring circus
all at once and keep my control on Diane. She still fought me,
but I had her arms pinned good and continued to work my bulge into
her squirming bottom. She shook her head around and tried to bite
me, red mane flying into my face, but she stopped cold when I
popped my finger into her snatch, the white satin pushing in with
it. Even through her panties I could feel that she was getting
warm and wet in there whether she wanted it or not. I got another
finger in and slid the panties in and out, the increasing friction
heating the material and also building up a static charge on the
satin.

My eyes followed Margaret’s over to the desk on my right. Ripping
the blouse up over Daphne’s head, Jeff exposed her bare breasts.
Having surrendered completely by now, she didn’t fight him as he
grabbed a jug in each hand and began squeezing. He had made the
grab close in by her ribs and with each squeeze her mounds
ballooned out in front, flushing red in his tight grip. Her brown
nipples began pushing themselves out a little at a time, growing
stiffer and longer each time, as if being inflated by her pumping
breast bags.

Daphne went along meekly as Jeff dragged her to the desk. He let
go, twisted her around and leaned her back. Jeff’s eyes were big
as saucers and fully dilated as he began twisting open the buttons
of her fly. With both hands he made short work of it and soon
worked her jeans down over her hips. Head bowed in shame, her
dull eyes watched him slide her pants down to her ankles.
Nevertheless a gasp came from her lips as he reached under her
legs. One hand cupped her mound from the front while the other
groped in from behind. Jeff jammed a finger of his cunt hand
straight in, “UNNNH!”. In back he bunched his hand into a full
fist and began pushing steadily against her still slick ass crack,
“OOOOOOOW!”. In spite of herself, Daphne began to respond to the
intruding fingers and fist. She tried mightily to keep her butt
shut, but then she shuddered and raised up on her toes as her
gluteous muscles gave out. Jeff’s balled fist forced her cheeks
apart and his arm lunged into the slimy, tan tunnel.

Maintaining her in this upraised position by pushing up on her
pubic bone, he forced his fist in deeper still. Daphne moaned
again and then suddenly snapped her head up in shock. I watched
transfixed as Jeff’s arm went in farther and farther, Daphne’s
cheeks now butting up against his elbow. He was in deeper than
Linda had been earlier and I knew from the girl’s look that his
fist, like a massive cockhead had reached her puckered sphincter.
Gritting his teeth with effort, he kept up a hard steady pressure,
twisting as he pushed to work her ass grease onto his fist for
lubrication.

Daphne’s eyes bulged half way out of their sockets and her mouth
began to contort in a painful grimace as her puckered hole began
surrendering to Jeff’s slippery twisting pressure. He had it
halfway in now, her asshole stretching and dilating around it like
a vagina in childbirth; only this baby’s head was going in the
wrong direction and into the wrong hole!

Staring in utter disbelief, I began to responding to this filthy
show and scooped my arm up under Diane’s dress, feeling for her
young titties. Still bouncing her up and down on the hard lump in
my lap, I latched on to one of them, rapidly squeezing and rubbing
the soft mound in a heated frenzy, feeling the nipple begin to
harden in my hand.

Struggling less intensely now, Diane began to squirm in my lap,
rather than fight, as my fondling and rubbing hands awoke passions
her eighteen year old flesh had never known. Her freckled face
blushed hotly, but she let me pull the shift over her outstretched
arms. I put one hand on each of her bare cupcakes and began to
work them over in earnest, fondling and pinching their orangy
little buds which had never known a man’s hand. Her pink, painted
lips had just parted in an ecstatic groan, when my attention was
forced back to the desk.

Doubling over limply, Daphne’s knees sagged and her stomach
spasmed violently. Her slippery anal muscle gave way completely
as Jeff’s hand popped through her back door with a mighty heave.
So complete and sudden was her surrender that Jeff nearly lost his
balance as his forward thrust carried him into her another five
inches, his arm disappearing into her crack beyond the elbow!

“Give it to her Jeff! Ram it home!”, Linda was urging him, “Fist
fuck her buns!”. Margaret couldn’t bear to look, but Linda moved
a hand to the sides of her eyes and squeezed until they opened in
pain. “Is that any way to bring up a daughter? You skinny slut!
I oughta do the same to you.”, she growled. She released her hold
on Margaret’s eyes and with the same hand ripped her cotton
panties down to the knees. “But not just yet. Let’s see the rest
of you first.”, she whispered. Riding on Margaret’s waist saddle
like a horse, she reached under her armpit and ripped her blouse
open, the buttons popping off in all directions. Grabbing at the
back of the collar, she yanked it down in back to the elbows. It
acted like a straightjacket, pinning the arms in back and pushing
out her brassiered breasts in front. Margaret started to buck in
panic now and my prick grew another inch in my pants at the
thought that Linda might mean what she said.

Grossed out, but hotly fascinated, I watched Jeff recover and,
spurred on by Linda’s urging, begin to fuck Daphne’s ass with his
arm. A wet suctioning noise filled the room as he pulled out to
the elbow, keeping his balled fist just inside her anus. Still
bent over limply, she began to gasp quick breaths of relief, but
doubled over again as Jeff shoved it back in.

He slid out again, held it a second, and pushed it back in. Then
he started pumping slowly as her bowels began to loosen and coat
him with their brown, oily secretion. Doubled over, limp, blood
rushing to her head, Daphne flopped around like a rag doll on the
driving fist sliding up and down inside her large intestine. But
the giant arm-phallus was beginning to have its effect on her
sensitive back hole and she began grunting in rhythm with the
slowly pumping arm. I couldn’t believe after all she’d been
through that she was responding to something like this! It was
absolutely filthy, but watching it only made me more excited.

My dick was aching, it was so hard and I began to think of getting
it out of my pants and into Diane. Somehow I yanked open my
zipper and it leaped out, running straight up under a leg opening
in her satin panties. Thrusting clumsily, I tried to push it into
her ass, but it only slid up her crack and settled in between her
buns like a red hot sausage. Feeling the heat in there, I began
jerking up and down between her rubbery moon pies, keeping up a
soft massage on her swollen pear-shaped pud. Her moaning grew
louder; hot, musky, young breath gushing into my ear; moist tongue
licking as she blew in. I began pumping faster and her rhythmic
butt thrusts began matching mine.

Daphne began grunting loudly, eeeeuunnnnh! nnyyyyyuh! unh!, her
face alternately straining and relaxing as she forced herself back
onto Jeff’s arm with each inward stroke. It looked as if she was
taking a hard shit, grunting to expel the log buried inside her,
but every time she tried he slid it farther in. Her powerful butt
muscles clamped themselves down on his sliding wrist, her anus
acting like a cunt approaching orgasm. The bitch was actually in
heat getting arm-fucked up the ass!

Hands locked on bent knees, she buck out of control on Jeff’s
jerking limb, turgid tits bouncing hard against her chest. The
grunting stopped and her mouth began to contort into the familiar
orgasmic stare. Sensing her begin to tremor and stiffen, Jeff
socked his fist in and out of her like lightning, huge rumps
wobbling wildly. The thought that this kind of action could bring
Daphne, or any girl, to climax brought a spasm deep down in my
root. I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer and began pinching
Diane’s clit as my tightening balls began pumping juice up the
shaft.

Daphne was just beginning to freeze when Jeff balled his other
hand into a fist and, with one shove, pushed the whole thing
through her slippery, deep-red cunt lips. His fists slid for a
few quick strokes inside her, feeling each other on either side of
the thick membrane between her canals, and brought her off
instantly. She froze solid, hands on bent knees, butt jutted
backwards, open-mouthed face locked forward in a silent scream.

His arms continued to work inside her as she watched her nipples
spew cream like fountains onto the floor in puddles. Farts
bubbled out involuntarily around Jeff’s arm and she drenched
Jeff’s other fist with vaginal cum. I could tell from her eyes
that she knew the shame of what he had done to her, making her
come like this, but she couldn’t move as he pulled out with both
arms.

As she continued to erupt, he moved quickly around to her front
and stared into her eyes, as if admiring his handiwork. Stuck to
the floor, still paralyzed in ongoing orgasm, she watched in
silent terror as he straddled her upturned head and begin jacking
off, the head of his stiff red penis squeezing in between her open
lips. It only took him a few seconds of jerking before he came,
shooting thick streams into Daphne’s wide open recepticle. Her
throat tried to swallow the stuff down, but it was too thick and
she gagged, bringing her out her come-trance.

Shivering down from the tension, she began working to swallow the
sperm-packed liquid down, hands still gripping bent knees. The
heavy cream overflowed her smacking lips, oozing out down her chin
as she spat out whatever excess she could. But most of it she had
to swallow, gulping large lumps of it down her pipe.

Grabbing Diane behind the neck, I twisted her head around and
slurped my lips onto hers, covering her whole, slightly-open mouth
with mine. She tried to turn away but I held her tight, sucking
her plump, pink oral mound. She didn’t know what to do, but her
natural female juices took over her young body, hormones beginning
to spurt into her bloodstream from maturing glands deep inside.

Her mouth began sucking inside of mine and I let my tongue slide
into her, lapping and licking her warm saliva-covered oral cavity.
“mmmmm ahhhhh uh uh uh nnnnnnnh”, poured into my ear, freckled
face flushing the color of her soft red hair. She hotly sucked my
tongue in and out of her clenching lips, moaning quietly as I
inserted two fingers back into her vagina. I cupped her hot
little mound in the rest of my hand and began squeezing it in my
palm; my tongue slipping and sliding in and out of her wet lips
the whole time. Returning the favor, I sucked in and pulled her
fat tongue into my mouth, gently blowing as I held it clamped
between my lips. God, she was a sweet young piece and she was
gettin’ ready for me, even in the midst of the gross sexual
brutality going on around us.

Releasing her lips with a smack I held on to her tongue and sucked
it wetly, pushing it almost all the way back into her and then
pulling it back into me with gentle suction.

A hot, wet lump began to press against my palm as I continued to
manipulate her vulva. It pulsated and grew like a big, hardening
nipple throbbing urgently against my hand. For a second I didn’t
realize what it could be, it was so big, but then I knew it must
be Diane’s clitoris. It was huge! I caught the squirming, pulpy
organ between my fingers and began to feel. It was about as big
as the end of my thumb and it felt like it actually had a head on
it like a little cock, although there was no hole in it.

The feel of such a big thing on a hot, teenaged girl was too much
for me. I began to knead the massive lump between my fingers,
causing Diane to grunt in sexual agony as she began grinding her
steamy young buns into my lap.

Suddenly, I heard a dull CRAAAAACCCCK! and felt a painful jolt of
electricity shoot into my arm. Diane wrenched herself inward,
legs lifting, toes pointing straight out and began twitching
violently in my lap as I shot my load. The static that had built
up in her satin panties had discharged like a lightning bolt
straight into her huge clit! As if being electrocuted, she
twitched her toes and fingers as I gushed cum under her panties,
smearing it into her butt as I jerked against her.

After about thirty seconds, Diane relaxed and began to sob
quietly, knowing that I had given her pleasure that no woman had
ever felt and that she would probably never know again. I pulled
my soft member out from under her cum-soaked panties and lifted
her onto the chair next to me. I put my arm around her, trying to
soothe her, overcome with feeling at seeing her tear-stained face
buried in her hands. She didn’t know it, but she had also given
me something I would treasure as long as I lived.

“Please. No. Why are you doing this to me?!”, shifted my
attention to the center desk. Lisa was fighting him, but she
started to weaken, realizing that she had no hope against Gene’s
towering bulk. But he didn’t even hear her. Lost in his own
world of sexual frenzy, the thought of fucking a hot young girl
like this burning in his old man’s mind, he continued fondling her
cantaloupes.

Reaching down with both hands, he hooked the bottom of the tight
sweater and worked it up her sides. The material snagged for a
moment on the long, thick nipples but then came loose, plopping
out her mammoth, quivering mounds of boob flesh. Continuing to
pull up on the sides, he worked the sweater up to her neck bending
and folding up her flailing arms until he had them and her head
trapped inside the clinging wool sack. The too-tight waist
snapped shut and, as Lisa struggled to free her entangled limbs,
Gene renewed his assault on her heaving globes.

Lisa’s bared breasts were huge. 48-inch fully packed blocks of
jiggling, chalky-white flesh. And on her 5′4″ frame they looked
even bigger. Since she was so young, they didn’t sag either; two
enormous, heavy pouches filling her front from armpits to tummy.
Gene manipulated the big piles against each other obscenely,
hefting and jiggling them like two bowling balls, as Lisa
struggled inside the sweater.

“Goddam! This girl’s got a big set of knockers, Linda. So big
and soft. Look at em jiggle. And these cow-nipples gonna squirt
a gallon of milk! Come on little Lisa. Stop fightin’. Don’t you
wanna get to know uncle Gene better?”, he slobbered at her
struggling head through the confining sweater. “Come on and get
yourself over here Linda and get a piece of this. You hear that,
girl? Me and Linda are gonna double your pleasure.”.

He bumped himself from behind into her back end, rubbing up and
down against her soft flesh, raising the miniskirt on every stroke
until Lisa’s jiggling white buttocks shown through the red
pantyhose. “God. They are as big as bowling balls.”, I thought
as I stared at Gene dry humping her from the rear. I could see
the elastic waistband biting deeply into the thick love pouches on
her sides, baby fat quivering like little saddlebags of jello.
And she didn’t have on any panties under there either. “Is this
girl crazy?”, I thought, “What does she expect, dressing like
that? Whew!”.

Her thick nipples were fully erect now. I had never seen anything
like them on a woman before, even Daphne. As big around as a roll
of nickels, they stuck out almost an inch from her puckered,
pancake aureolas; the dark-brown posts drooping down slightly from
their weight. Covered with light-brown goosebumps and crinkly
crevices, they looked like they were made for an adult mouth to
suck rather than a baby’s; they were that big. Swirling cracks
deepened on their front ends and little gasps burst from Lisa’s
lips as Gene squeezed and rolled the hard, yet yielding, posts
between his fingers. His fleshy face flushed in heat as he worked
on the young woman, swallowing her up in his lumbering embrace.

Linda, glazing over into that dull stare, grabbed a hank of
Margaret’s short neck hair and pinched it back, squirting tears of
tears of pain from her eyes. “Now you just stay here and watch.
I’m gonna show you how to treat your employees right. That sweet
piece of meat is gonna beg me before I’m done with her.”

Planting one her big boots, she spread Margaret’s legs roughly
until they were as wide as the desk. She grabbed the green skirt
off the floor and violently ripped it into two long strips with
which she bound each of Margaret’s ankles to one of the steel desk
legs. Arms tied in back by the blouse and head restrained by the
panty leg around her neck, Margaret stared helplessly as Linda
left her and advanced on Lisa.

Knowing what Linda had done to Daphne earlier, I pitied poor Lisa.
She was in real trouble now, but I was too far into this to help
her now. At this point I actually wished I were Gene, as I
watched him roughly try to milk her big tits. Her head and arms
were just beginning to fight their way out of the tangling sweater
as Linda reached her.

“Here, let me help you”, she said. Grabbing and ripping, she
shredded the cloth off completely. Regaining her sight, Lisa
recoiled in horror at the sight of Linda in front of her.
“L..linda? Not you too! Please, leave me alone! Make him stop,
please.”. But this kind of pitiful begging only spurred her on.

Moving to Lisa’s bare front as Gene continued to work on her from
the rear, Linda hungrily ran her eyes over the girl-flesh in front
of her. “Yeah, Lisa. You’re gonna love this”, she whispered as
her hands felt their way down the back of Lisa’s soft thighs.
Unsnapping the miniskirt and tossing it away, she ran her hand
down, rubbing and massaging Lisa’s plump, round tummy-pot in slow
circles. “Mmmmmmh. Yeah. So soft. So round and hot. I want
her now, Gene. But let me suck on those melons first.”

Gene let loose and pinned back Lisa’s arms, as Linda bent down and
latched on. Cupping them from the sides, she squeezed the roots
hard, pushing the fatty glands toward her mouth. Lisa’s eyes
began to water as Linda kept increasing the pressure, the force of
her grip cutting off the blood supply. She squeezed and released,
squeezed and released, pumping blood into Lisa’s huge boob sacs.
The reddening bulbs were actually increasing in volume as Linda
squeezed, blood filling and tightening the sensitive mammary
sacks.

Holding her grip, Linda bent down and took one of the inch-long
nipples into her fat lips. Lisa gasped as her thick, rubbery teat
was sucked in. Looking on as Linda moved the hard, goosepimpled
post in and out I thought, “Jesus, they must be sensitive!”. She
got her teeth around it, bit down lightly and then increased the
pressure gradually, while flicking the tip with her tongue, until
Lisa yelped in sexual pain. White juice began seeping out the
deep cuts on the front end of the other, exposed, nipple as
Linda’s head bobbed up and down. A silly look formed on Lisa’s
face and she began raising up and down on her toes as she began to
react to the wet sucking lips.

Linda increased her pace, puffy cheeks huffing in and out. It
looked like she was giving head to a fat, miniature brown cock.
I eased Diane’s rump off the chair and removed her panties,
beginning to feel her up again, as Lisa began quivering in Gene’s
armlock. Squeezing Lisa’s blood-engorged balloons, Linda
fluttered the tip of her tongue on the nerved-filled nipple in her
mouth. “OH OH OH nnnnnnh nuh uh uh OOOHHHH!”, Lisa shouted as she
spasmed in a tit-induced orgasm.

Milk shot out the ends of Lisa’s pulsating nipple stalks. She
heaved her swollen breasts forward, spraying into Linda’s open
mouth like a garden sprinkler, as she bucked in Gene’s grasp.
Linda drank in the sweet nectar, licking and slurping it in as if
quenching a burning thirst. Gradually coming out of it, Lisa
turned eyes downward, ashamed of what she had been forced to do,
and meekly renewed her struggle, knowing that Gene and Linda
weren’t through with her by any means.

They were working as a team now, as if by pre-arranged signals.
“Mmmmmm, that was good, you little milk-cow. Now let’s see how
you like the taste of it inside of you.”, Linda drooled. Putting
her full 180 pounds into it, she stood on Lisa’s feet with her
heavy boots and held her immobile by the tits; bending her over a
little as Gene stepped back. Arms released, Lisa clawed wildly
for Linda’s eyes, but the big girl easily brought her up short.
Grinding her bootheels into Lisa’s toes with all her weight, she
laughed, “That’s it. Fight me, Lisa. I like it when you
struggle.”.

Gene hooked his thumbs under her waistband and snuggled the
butt-hugging tights down Lisa’s midsection. Rolling them over her
thighs, he got the nylons completely off, Linda releasing one of
Lisa’s feet at a time for him. She felt his big hands fondling
her exposed, brown-haired cuntlips and fatty, white asscheeks for
a moment and began whimpering again.

Standing back, Gene began to get his clothes off. He unbuttoned
and removed his shirt; fat potbelly plopping out, and then
unbuckled his 50″ leather belt. “Alright Gene, whip out that
shaft”, Linda cheered as he pulled his trousers and shorts down
with one tug.

A hush fell over the room, save for Lisa’s whining, as we all
stared at the dong hanging between his legs. I had never seen
anything like it and looked at my pitiful little thing in envy.
Linda gazed in admiration, Margaret gaped at it in terror and Lisa
stopped crying, frozen in absolute horror, knowing where Gene was
going to stick it.

It wasn’t super long, maybe about 9 inches, but, even hanging in
its flaccid state between his legs, it had to be the thickest cock
ever worn by a human being. Even limp, it was as big around as a
beer can; a veinless, flesh-colored log capped with a head equally
as big around. A deep, long cleft split the apple-sized head into
two blunt, rounded halves already shiny with his pre-cum.

He reached down and gripped himself, beginning to jack this
massive thing to attention. As he stroked himself, it began to
stiffen and deepen in color. It didn’t take him long to get
completely hard, the smooth purple pole jutting straight out, not
bending up like most men. “Let’s get her ready”, he mumbled and
grabbed the red nylons off the floor. Ripping the legs from the
panty part, he tied off each of Lisa’s massive breasts, wrapping
them near the base as Linda removed her hands. This kept them so
tightly packed together they looked like a set of huge dull-red
butt cheeks standing out from her chest.

Cinching the nylon tight, he said to Linda, “OK. I’ll take her.
Get yourself ready fast. I’m startin’ to get soft.”. He grabbed
Lisa’s arms and held her back as Linda began feverishly stripping
down. Boots came off, but she left her socks on. Then the fat
girl tugged her t-shirt over her head, revealing a nice little
pair of knockers with small hard nipples nestled between fat upper
arms.

“OK, hold her down.”, Linda stammered as she started pulling her
wranglers down over her wide ass. Gene grabbed a chair and forced
Lisa into a sitting position. Holding her arms locked around the
backrest, he tied her wrists behind her with the remainder of the
pantyhose. She struggled hard, knowing something was about to
happen to her, but Gene finished the job by knotting her hair back
around the chair post, locking her firmly in place.

As Linda’s pants fell down to her ankles, Lisa’s eyes bugged out.
She shook and wiggled violently, almost knocking the chair over in
her attempt to get away, even though Gene leaned all of his weight
on the backrest to hold it in place. I wondered, “Why is she
fighting so hard? She know’s it’s useless. Besides, she must
have seen other naked girls before.”. But she continued fighting
as if her life depended on it. Then I saw it and all of a sudden
I couldn’t blame her for trying to get away.

Somewhere, in the back of my stunned mind, I remembered reading
about this. Maybe it was in some medical book, but I didn’t
really believe it and I sure never thought I’d see it. But here
it was, standing before me; a prime example of Kleinfelter’s
syndrome. Margaret gasped in fright, Diane turned away red-faced
and I began rubbing myself again as we viewed the magnificent, yet
revolting, specimen.

Through some freak accident of nature Linda had been born both
male and female at the same time. Not a transvestite, not a phony
she-male, but a true hermaphrodite with both sets of sexual organs
fully developed. A thick, eight inch penis covered with bluish
veins and a large pair of testicles hung between her chunky legs
from a triangular blond bush. Her wide ass was flat and muscular
like a man’s, but she had that nice little pair of titties sitting
up there. And, as she bent over to step out of her jeans, I could
see a pair of smooth, pink vaginal lips in the space between her
asshole and balls.

No wonder this girl was so screwed up. No wonder she had a weight
problem. With all of the conflicting sexual urges boiling inside
of her, it was a miracle she could lead anything close to a normal
life. From the way she went after girls, the male drive must have
become dominant, but I could see that the feminine urges were
still working to some extent from the way she idolized Gene.

All of this was swirling around in my skull, trying to sort itself
out, but I was too excited to think. Diane, forcing herself to
look, began fingering herself with one hand. She was confused,
but the sight of that thing growing out of Linda, out of a girl,
made her flush with heat. Staring fixedly at it, she encircled my
dick with her other fist and began making me hard again. Her
mother, tied and helpless on the other desk, closed her eyes in
digust at the degenerate display her young daughters and employees
were putting on.

Jeff had taken Daphne face-down on the floor. Holding her down
with a knee in her back, he wrenched her arms behind her and began
tying the elbows and wrists together with strips of her shredded
blouse. It looked like he was getting her ready for another hot
session, but I was too busy watching the scene in front of me to
care.

Lisa, like a cornered little deer, had gone beyond panic and sat
meekly, now that they had her tamed, and awaited her fate. Linda,
tongue hanging out, was visibly panting in anticipation. Her cock
thickened on its own, slanting and jerking upward to about half
staff. Moving up on the frightened girl, she slung a leg over
each side of Lisa’s chair, slurring something like, “Okay, okay,
my little honey. I’ve wanted this for so long.”.

Tied tightly to the chair post by her hair, Lisa’s head was held
immobile as the fat girl straddled her lap, the big female cock
perfectly positioned level with her mouth. Gripping herself by
the base, Linda commanded, “Open”, and began pushing the head into
Lisa’s plump, red lips. Recoiling in horror as the knob of flesh
sunk into her small oral hole, Lisa clenched her teeth shut to
keep out the invading organ. Linda tried to force it past the
enamel wall, but gave up in frustration and slapped her savagely,
“Come on! Open it, bitch!”.

She tried to put it in again, but Lisa was clenched shut in
deathly fear. Linda slapped her again and again, until Gene
grabbed her wrists, “Whoa! Take it easy, girl. We don’t want to
damage this pretty face. Let me do it.”. Placing the fingers of
his large hands along the undersides of Lisa’s jaw, he dug his
thumbs into the joints under her ears and began a hard massage. I
could see despair creep into her eyes as he worked her clenched
mandibles against each other, all the while pushing in with his
thumbs. The jaws are the most powerful muscles in the human body,
but Lisa’s began to open against her will as Gene expertly applied
pressure to the selected points along her neck. He continued to
manipulate her until her teeth hung open inside her clenched lips.

He maintained his lock on her jaws while Linda positioned herself
again and inserted the head into Lisa’s rosebud lips. Gripping
the top of the chair, she pushed in with her lard hips. Lisa
tried to keep her mouth shut, but it was no contest this time.
With no teeth in the way, Linda’s large flaccid rod slid in
easily, parting Lisa’s little lips wide open, completely filling
the moist, red opening.

She pulled out almost all the way, then jerked her wide-body hips
forward, stuffing it back in to the hilt and slamming her fat
stomach into Lisa’s face, “Next time I tell you to do something
you do it, you little whore. Now suck my meat hard”. Bending
slightly at the knees for leverage, Linda began to rock her hips;
smothering the helpless girl’s face with each forward stroke. Her
cock began to grow hard and thick with bluish veins standing out
like quarter-inch cords on the ugly looking ramrod.

Relieving Gene, Linda took hold of Lisa’s jaws to keep them sprung
open and with increasingly hard strokes humped her hot little O,
stretching the lips even wider. Lisa, arms and head tied back,
offered no resistance as Linda’s engorged male member moved
against the soft sucking tissue of her inner cheeks. Plocking,
squishy, wet sounds melted into my ears as saliva poured into her
oral cavity, lubricating Linda’s penis which was now stiff as a
board. Diane’s fist jacked my cock even faster now and her own
fingers rubbed in tight little circles over her spongy pud.

Watching my Lisa getting face-fucked by Linda was really turning
me on. I stood Diane up and bent her over the back of her chair,
facing the action and positioned myself behind the deep slit in
her young ass. Grabbing a mound in each hand, I began massaging
her tight, round butts. They were deliciously smooth and as I
worked the baby-soft buns between my fingers they actually began
to generate heat! A warm glow flooded into my fingers from inside
them as Diane began moaning again.

With his hands now free, Gene reached his long arms around the
chair. With one hand he cupped Linda’s blond, hairy testicles and
squeezed them softly. Coming in from behind with the other hand,
he stuck one of his big fingers into her smooth, pink vagina.
Somewhat shocked, Linda withdrew herself from Lisa’s aching mouth
and stood stock still.

As Gene worked her over from both sides, conflicting male and
female sex drives raged and boiled inside. She was grunting like
a woman in heat from the hand in her tender pussy and her hard
prick was twitching up and down as he began to jerk it off with
the other hand. She began bucking her fat hips in his arms;
desperate to come, together in one body, as man and as woman.

Gene grabbed the big girl’s hard tool and eased the writhing thing
toward Lisa’s chest. Her breasts were red as beets from being
tied so tightly with her pantyhose and had swelled obscenely,
nipple rolls black and tight with blood. Linda was out of control,
jackhammering her cunt and cock blindly as Gene tried to guide her
in. Finally finding the opening, she thrust into the crack.
Mounting Lisa’s bound tits as if they were a pair of bloated ass
cheeks, she began to jerk rhythmically in and out.

Continuing to finger Linda’s clit and cunt, Gene gripped himself
with his other hand. Moving up to straddle the back of the chair,
balls skimming the top of Lisa’s head, he pointed his penis at
Linda’s lips. Sweat was pouring off her straining face as she
humped Lisa’s tits, but her female instincts surfaced at the sight
of his maleness. Opening up wide and lapping out her tongue, she
obediently seated his fat, blunt sausage into her mouth and began
to give him head.

The sight was too much for me and I sank deep into Diane’s hot,
young vaginal slot, fucking her from behind with smooth long
strokes; both of us leering at the obscene show. Linda grunted
like a bitch in heat as Gene’s sliding meat began to grow in her
mouth, filling the opening completely. He was sweating heavily
too, grinding his hips into her fat face, finger fucking her cunt,
and staring down at her rigid pole pumping Lisa’s bound breasts.

Just then, I spied Jeff rise up from behind the desk on our right
dragging Daphne along by her hair. Already, during the day, she
had been fist fucked up her anus, had her butt crack poked with a
twisted rope made from her own panties and had her delicious
boobies jerked off twice. And she had come each time, but now she
was truly sick of it. All the sex had gone out of her and she was
fighting him, just wanting to be done with it and get out of
there.

Jeff, however, was only getting started. After arm fucking
Daphne’s asshole, the juices were finally flowing in this
all-american boy and he wanted to put his cock in the real thing
now. Letting loose of her head, he grasped a fistful of Daphne’s
bushy cunthair and propelled her along toward the other desk.
Seeing her destination, she struggled fiercely, but, with her arms
pinioned behind her, Jeff’s painful grip on her curls forced her
movements to obey his.

Dragging Daphne by her mound with one hand, Jeff scooped up Gene’s
long leather belt in the other as he slammed her into the other
end of Margaret’s desk. Her head was held arched in the air by
the taut binding that Linda had made from Daphne’s panties and she
could do nothing but watch in horror as Jeff gripped the back of
her daughter’s neck. Slowly, he mashed her writhing face into
Margaret’s until their lips crushed together. Looping Gene’s belt
around the back of their heads and then again around their necks,
he notched the end in the buckle and cinched it tight, locking
mother and daughter in an obscene, incestuous kiss.

“Now isn’t that cute. To see a mother and daughter so close. Go
on Daphne, give your mommy a kiss.”. The women tried to turn
their heads away, but the leather strap held their faces tight and
their struggles only worked their plump, wet lips deeper into each
other. Moving around in back of Margaret, Jeff ran his hands over
the bronze, muscular globes of her rear end, “Ooh mama! Now I
know where Daphne got that ass from. I’m gonna love slappin’ your
cheeks”. Sliding down to the tuft of red hair between her open
legs, he squeezed and hefted her vaginal pouch, forcing her lips
to part and blow a warm gasp into her daughter’s mouth.

Daphne’s lips reacted to her mother’s warm, moaning breath and
instinctively opened. Margaret’s tongue slipped in and the belt
tightened down harder, sloshing and mixing their slippery oral
juices, as Jeff began fluttering her clit through the red hair.
Sliding his hand out from under her, he gave her tan rear a slap
and she went on automatic pilot. Unable to control herself now,
she continued tonguing Daphne, who actually began to respond to
her mother’s wet kisses. I was staring mezmerized as she began
heating up again, groaning in involuntary response, when my
attention was jerked back to center stage.

The nerve pinch began to wear off of Lisa and her jaws began to
move again, but she kept her mouth open. Little gasps and squeals
erupted from those luscious lips as her sensitive tits began to
respond to the girl fuck. Linda whipped it in; slapping her
stomach against the raw nerve endings in Lisa’s nipples until
white milk squeezed out of the hard, black posts, smearing onto
the fat girl’s prong. Feeling the fluid pour into Lisa’s tit
trough, greasing her pole, Linda raised up on her toes and began
humping wildly; contracting balls driving her into the male part
of her orgasm.

Just then, Jeff, who had sneaked over, mounted her large butt and
drove his rod into her hairless, pink female opening from behind;
commencing to fuck her doggy style. Feeling the stiff, male
member poke and penetrate her, Linda matched her rhythm to it;
banging her cunt backward onto Jeff’s cock each time he drove into
her and pushing her cock into Lisa’s tits on her forward thrusts.
Feminine sexual grunts erupted from her throat onto the hard
sausage imbedded in her mouth as her female climax started to
build.

Stiffened to the diameter of a teacup, Gene fucked her puffing
cheeks furiously, while his hand worked on her clit, bringing her
to her female climax at the same time. His peach-sized balls
stretched to the bursting point, sagging heavily with semen, as he
stiffened on his feet. It looked like he was going to shoot, but
he stopped pumping when he felt Linda start to go; wanting to time
his own come with hers. Banging Diane’s jiggling rear, I watched
him try to bring Lisa off together with them.

The chair began rocking on its feet as Lisa bucked and wiggled.
She looked up and could see Gene’s piston mouth-fucking Linda who
was tit-fucking her while being screwed by Jeff from behind. She
hated them both, but knew that these two gross-outs were going to
make her come. And when Gene cupped her in his other hand, she
felt the rumble deep inside.

Sliding the middle finger in, he expertly found the G-spot on the
roof of her canal and pushed the button hard. As if she were
strapped in the electric chair, and Gene the leering executioner,
she felt him finger her tender spot, making her twitch and vibrate
harder and harder until the sexual shock took her. Sizzling up
from her center, coursing through muscle and nerve tissue, it
jerked the gorgeous young woman into a shattering come.

Her legs reflexed and shot straight out, locking at the knees.
Like a helpless epileptic, foam bubbled from her mouth and she
involuntarily spat hot saliva onto Linda’s fat belly as the
seizure began to take control of her extremities. Her toes
twitched at the end of locked legs, her wrists strained at their
nylon bindings and spasm after spasm jerked her belly inward.
Surging into her tits, it began to pulsate them, each rippling
contraction pushing a visible bulge down the outside of her
enormous bulbs into the vibrating nipples until they spat out
streams of hot, pressurized milk onto Linda’s lurching dick.

As the hot flood of Lisa’s breast cum poured onto her, Linda’s
male climax let go. Her thick back arched over with a snap,
driving her spewing cock into the air. Flailing like a firehose
out of control, it squirted all over Lisa, thick cum mixing with
hot, runny breast milk. The force of her contractions burst
Lisa’s breasts from their bindings and thrust Linda up into her
face. A random spasm of Linda’s butt speared the open mouth in
front of it and she began dumping the remainder of her man-load
into Lisa’s foaming saliva.

In the midst of her male orgasm Linda felt a sweet, new sensation
overtake her as the two men forced out her female climax. Gene
pumped her head hole rapidly and then froze as his sagging balls
squeezed gelatinous globs of male cum down her throat. At the
same moment Jeff rammed it into her from behind, slapping against
the fat cheeks, until his young, stiff dick began spitting juice
into her female hole.

“Please, oh please, Roy! Make me come too!”, cried Diane, but I
continued stroking her smoothly, keeping her poised on the
plateau, wanting her to watch the whole show first. With the men
pumping jism into her at both ends, hot milk spraying onto her
swollen tits, and her cock filling Lisa’s mouth with cum, Linda
was being torn apart from the dual orgasms raging inside her.

Her womb was jerking inward like a woman and her groin spasmed
forward like a man at the same time causing her to vibrate in
place as her spastic organs drained their love juices out in both
directions.

As the three of them began coming down, Gene pulled out of Linda’s
full mouth and finished off on Lisa’s head, dripping the last of
his cream onto her hair and forehead. Linda blasted her last few
shots on Lisa’s nose and cheeks, coating her glasses with opaque
white ooze, but saved the best for last.

I finally gave Diane a racking orgasm and emptied myself into her
swollen twat as I watched Linda finish. She hadn’t swallowed all
of Gene’s load, but had stored most of it in her puffed cheeks
like a beaver. As Jeff pulled his limp tool out of her cunt, she
leaned over and belched out the whole warm, slimy load onto Lisa’s
face and breasts. Completing the humiliation, Linda filled her
hands with Lisa’s slick, shiny mammaries and massaged the cream
into them, the cum making delicious squishing sounds as her hands
worked over the immense globes.

Groggy from her ordeal, coughing and choking, Linda stepped back
and huffed at Gene, “Man, you really shot a load. I thought I was
going to drown!”, and then in Jeff’s direction, “And you. You
really got me off good, Jewboy. But who told you you could do
anything to me? I’d call that rape and I’m gonna get you back for
it, you little prick.”. Jeff only laughed, “You’re not gonna do
anything, you fat pig. You were begging for it and I gave it to
you”. She turned to Lisa, “And look at you, you little cow; all
plump and juicy. You liked that cum bath, didn’t you. Let me
taste.”. She scooped a big slug of the thick white jelly off one
of Lisa’s boobs and slurped it off into her mouth. Gulping it
down, she barked “Hey! Didn’t you hear me! What’s the matter
with you! Hey, Gene, I think the bitch is still coming!”.

Lisa’s legs had remained locked straight out through the whole
thing and she hadn’t made a sound. I stared at her, awestruck,
still wrapped over Diane’s back, and thought, “She must be going
into multiple orgasms just from the tit fuck!”. Gene must have
sensed the same thing. Motioning everyone else back, he reached
under her sweating armpits. He gripped her slippery nipples and
squeezed the turgid stalks in slow circular motions. With the
binding removed, blood began pumping back into her tit sacks,
filling them with a million pins and needles, waking them up. She
cried out painfully as he grabbed on.

Suddenly, Gene’s eyes opened wide in amazement. He felt around
under her arms with his big pinkies and then muttered at Linda,
“Goddam. I don’t believe it. Lookie what we got here!”. Pulling
her shoulders back roughly, he displayed her underarms. I thought
I had seen it all that day, but I gazed in shock again at a second
set of stiff, deep-red nipples growing out of Lisa’s armpits. I
had read about this somewhere too, and knew that it was possible,
but who could have thought that I’d actually see it! No wonder
she came like that. They must have been rubbing against the back
of the chair the whole time.

Everyone stood back in a circle around her and watched as Gene
kept working on her. “Well! Come on little girl. Keep it going.
You’re gonna help yourself get off now.”. He untied her wrists
and jumped back as her orgasming arms whipped into the air.
Moving in again, he grabbed the flailing wrists and forced her
arms around to her front. Straining them inward, he filled her
clutching fingers with painfully sensitive boob flesh. Having
something to lock onto, her hands squeezed herself spastically,
further stimulating the big set of nipples. At the same time Gene
cupped her armpits and rhythmically rubbed her secondary paps,
which began milking out their warm nectar in spurts onto her ribs.

Straining the knotted hair holding her to the chair pole, Lisa’s
head began bobbing mechanically forward and back, building
steadily in force. Her toes still curled and twitched on the ends
of her locked legs and she began emitting little squealing noises
as a series of orgasms rocked her. Gene released his hold and
stood back with the rest of us. Silently, we watched the little
girl, locked into the chair, slicked down with cum, fitfully grab
and clutch her huge breasts and nipples. We stared at her for
thirty seconds; forty seconds; a full minute! She began squealing
like a pig and the heavy steel chair rocked on its legs as her
head thrashed with increasing violence; building… building….
building……..

“CRRRRRIIIICCCCCH….”, her final spasm ripped her out of the
chair, leaving the knot and two good-sized handfuls of her hair
hanging on the post. Sprawling onto the floor, Lisa rested on
hands and knees; hanging, bulging breasts dripping gooey white
masses from their receding nipples. Gasping and panting to recover
her senses, she gagged out globs of her own foam mixed with
Linda’s stale male scum in digust, while wiping the cold sticky
stuff off of her glasses so she could see again.

Pretending to be dazed and confused, Lisa’s eyes furtively darted
around the room, glaring hatred at Linda and Gene, but really
checking for an escape route. Gene may have got his hand in her,
but no one had actually tried to put their thing into her
womanhood yet, and she was going to make sure no one did. Making
her move, she bounced to her feet and madly dashed for the door,
naked jugs flouncing in all directions at once, fleshy waves
rippling up and down jiggling rumps. She tried to catch them by
surprise and sneak her 5′4″ frame through the circle of towering
people around her.

I was kinda hoping she’d make it and she almost did, but it just
wasn’t in the cards. Still groggy and recovering from her
orgasms, Linda was stunned as Lisa ran by, but managed to grab a
handful of hair. Powered by desperation, Lisa kept pumping her
thighs and Linda stared in surprise as a large, wavy clump ripped
off in her hand with a horrendous stitching noise. Lisa kept
running, but the painful hair-pull slowed her enough for Gene to
get her.

Spinning with suprising agility for a big man, he got in front of
Lisa before she could react, barring her escape route, and
scolding, “uh uh. we ain’t through with you yet, little girl.”.
Thrusting one arm up between her legs from the front, he hooked
the other under the surprised girl’s armpit. Squatting at the
knees and then jerking up like a weightlifter, he lifted her with
a mighty heave up into the air. In one fluid motion he pushed his
forearm against her vagina for leverage and somersaulted her over
onto her back in mid-air, legs scissoring wildly as she went over
the top, and dumped her hard onto the desk. Man, what a move!

Lisa hit so hard, she bounced on impact and banged her head a
couple of times, knocking her senseless. Arms hanging limply over
the sides of the desk, she lay helpless before Gene, mammoth
breasts billowing out like large, white pillows. “Yea! Do it
Gene. Put it to her! Take her, hard!”, yelled Linda.

Lisa began to come around and started sobbing, still unable to
move, as he lifted her calves up onto his shoulders. Fat tears
were rolling out from behind her rose-colored glasses, which had
managed to stay on, as she tried to move her arms to cover her
shame. But they hung like lead over edge of the desk. Still
groggy from the fall, all she could do was weakly whimper, “Oh,
no. Nooooo… Please don’t do this to me. Oh God, why are you
doing this?”.

Locked in his sexual fever, Gene leaned over her. His shoulders
bent her legs straight back over and together toward her head,
forcing her plump brown mound to bulge out between them. Gene got
her feet into his cavernous armpits and held her locked in place
as she started moaning and struggling again.

I could see that he was still soft and would need some oral action
to get it up again so soon. He called out to Linda, “Get yourself
over here and gimme some head. I wanna bust this little girl.”,
but she had already moved to the other side of the desk and was
maneuvering into position by Lisa’s head. A faraway look wafted
over Diane and she made a move to get up, but I stopped her,
“What’s the matter with you? Are you nuts?”. But she struggled
free and whispered in my ear, “I know. I know he’s a bastard, but
I’ve got to do this. I can’t explain it, but I have to have his
huge thing in my mouth. Please don’t stop me.”.

I knew I had to let her go and sadly watched her small, sexual
form timidly move toward him. Kneeling in front of him, between
him and the desk, she put her little fingers around him, only able
to encircle about half of it even when he was limp. A little
unsure of what to do with the ugly, enormous horse dong, she just
kind of handled it, flopping it around near her face.

Gene began swelling and stiffening in the hot little hand, forcing
her to use both hands to grip him now and softly encouraged her,
“That’s it, little darlin’. Don’t be afraid of it. You just open
wide, like at the dentist and uncle Gene will give you a lollipop
to suck.”. Diane’s cute, freckled face stared in awe at the thick
tube of flesh in her hands. Mesmerized, she obediently opened
her jaws as far as she could, stuck her tongue out and closed her
eyes. Gene inched forward and pressed the head into her opening,
still bigger around than her mouth at it’s widest.

She flinched as the blunt ram butted up against her mouth hole,
realizing just how huge it was, and tried to back out, but she
found herself pinned, her calves stuck back under the desk. She
started to panic, but Gene had her now and applied steadily
increasing pressure against her lips, bending and bowing her
jawbone into a wider circle. He had her lower body jammed against
the desk with his legs and his fat, hard beer-belly smothered her
bent arms back onto her face, keeping her palms gripped around his
shaft.

She cried out in anguish as the painful, unrelenting pressure
pushed the back of her head against Lisa’s taut, shiny buns;
flattening the soft vaginal ridges out on her skull. She couldn’t
open up any wider and was in agonizing pain, but he just kept
pushing and pushing, mumbling soothing words that she couldn’t
hear. “Goddam it Linda, I’m gonna split this little girl in two,
if I don’t get some help over here.”. Leaving Lisa, Linda opened
the small refrigerator they kept in the office, bent in and pulled
out a quart jar of mayonaisse.

Running over to him, she twisted the lid off, scooped out a mound
of the cold, white, oily glop and thrust her hand in between him
and Diane. Working and massaging the merangue, she slicked him
down, also rubbing a heavy load into Diane’s taut lips. “Ok Gene,
come on. Push! Split those lips. Feed it to her!”. Feeling the
lubrication kick in, Gene bore down with all his weight. Diane’s
hands slipped back and forth on the cushion of foam as he jerked
his hips slightly, making him even bigger, and he watched himself
disappear slowly, deliciously into the young redhead’s grossly
distended mouth.

Linda picked up the remnants of Lisa’s red pantyhose and carried
them, along with the jar, back to the other end of the desk.
Gripping Lisa’s weakened right forearm, she brought the wrist up
and across; knotting it tightly to her left knee. Repeating the
process on the left arm and right knee with the remaining panty
leg, she got her into a nice cradle. Gene’s shoulders pressured
her ankles to hold her knees bent just enough to keep her limbs
stretched to the limit, exposing the shiny red lumps of nipple in
her armpits.

Feeling herself become increasingly immobile, being folded up
little by little, Lisa began to blubber as they increased their
control. There was little she could do now except thrash her head
and Linda soon put a stop to that too. Her head was hanging down
over the edge of the desk and she watched upside-down, through a
sheet of tears as Linda began stroking her flaccid tool again
until it became semi-hard. “Mmmmm, lemme get some of that grease.
I wanna slide into that little mouth of yours reeeal easy.”

Linda plunged her semi-stiff cock straight into the jar of now
warm mayo and jacked the jar back and forth on it; the whipped oil
and egg yolks sending thick, mucking sounds into Lisa’s ear.
Linda swelled and hardened to her full eight inches in the warm
creme and then pulled out. I could see thick blue veins worming
their way around her two inch diameter rod, which was piled high
with mounds of the white, greasy gunk.

Pinching Lisa’s nose shut with the thumb and forefinger of her
right hand, Linda pressed down on her forehead with the palm,
pushing her head almost straight down, her smooth white neck
jutting straight out over the edge of the desk. Forced to breathe
through her mouth, Lisa opened just a hair and instantly felt
Linda’s other palm apply forward pressure to her chin and leverage
her jaws wide open. I thought only guys knew about this position
(with the girl’s head pushed down out of the way you can get way
in there and give her true deepthroat satisfaction), but Linda
sure knew her stuff. Of course, she wasn’t any ordinary girl,
either.

Holding her open easily, Linda straddled Lisa’s chin and mounted
her small, gaping mouth. For the second time today, Lisa’s
tantalizing lips were split and her mouth speared by Linda’s hard
cock. The heaps of warm mayo greased her entrance and she gagged
as her mouth became stuffed with the pasty goo. Not needing the
nose hold any longer, Linda let go, her fat butt holding the head
down, as she entered. She gripped Lisa’s breasts and began to
work on the big rubbery mounds of flesh, pinching and twisting the
humongous nipples; beginning to move her hips slowly.

With blood rushing into her hanging head, her tits and nipples
being rubbed to excitement, Linda’s hard rod pushing and sliding
in her grease packed mouth and Diane’s head being bounced against
her mound by Gene, Lisa began to daze out. Linda pushed in
farther and, with a heave, split herself onto Lisa’s nose. In a
fog, Lisa began to respond as the rod stroked in and out of her
mouth with increasing force. Linda’s face clouded over and she
began to stimulate both her sexes on Lisa’s head. Her cunt
gripped Lisa’s cute little button-nose, the tip flicking her clit
on each stroke as her man-meat fucked the girl’s oily, rosebud
lips.

Gene, now fully lubricated, humped Diane’s freckled face and
hands, “That’s it, little girl. Suck it.”. But Diane was in no
position to suck anything. She was in real pain as Gene pumped
slowly in and out. It looked like her entire face had opened into
one, big hole, stretched so wide by his unbelievably fat pole.
Her lips had peeled back, uncovering her teeth and gums and, as
Gene rode her, they dug wide ridges into his flesh, exciting him
even more.

Feeling her little teeth gliding over him, Gene picked up the
pace, beginning a hard, steady ram. Lisa’s hips reacted to the
back of the head pushing against her and automatically started
working with it, ramming it forward on each of Gene’s inward
thrusts. With her head sandwiched like that and being banged
around from both sides I knew Diane couldn’t take much more. Gene
had hold of her by the wrists, using her encircling hands as a
tunnel in which he pumped the body of his shaft while the head of
his cock filled her mouth.

Each time he pushed, Gene forced a large glob of mayo into her
open throat and she was having trouble swallowing, but he had her
stretched so wide that she couldn’t even cough. He pumped faster,
rhythm breaking down as his orgasm approached and, in silence,
Diane began to turn blue; windpipe becoming clogged with the
stuff. I was just about to make my move to save her when Linda
reached over and smacked him in the face. “Hey man! Don’t forget
what you came here for. Save some for these pussy lips”, she
said, pointing to the mouth between Lisa’s legs.

He glared at her for a moment and then admitted, “Yea. You’re
right, but this hot little sucker almost made me come. Thanks for
getting me up, darlin’.”. As he slid out and let her go, Diane
sagged to floor, coughing and puking as she expeled out clogs of
mayonaisse.

Clearly exhausted, she was on knees and elbows with her head
resting on the floor in front of the desk. Her freckled, rounded
buttocks jutted up in the air, splitting wide to reveal the fuzzy
swollen fruit hanging between her legs as she panted and gasped to
regain her senses. The color had just begun returning to her
cheeks when Jeff ran over and knelt down behind her, his prick
stiff from watching the main show.

Before she realized what was happening, he raised up into a
crouch, moved his legs outside of hers and mounted her butt. He
pressed down on her back with one hand, pushed from underneath on
her tummy with the other to hold her up and inserted his tool into
the plump orange ball, splitting her into two juicy slices. The
poor girl was too weak to fight him, still gagging from the
mouth-fuck, but he immediately rammed all the way in and started
pounding her with hard, driving strokes.

Burns singed her cheek as Jeff’s pumping power scraped her face
back and forth along the scruffy office carpet and she cried out
in pain. I made a move to help her, but was stopped short when I
heard her cries melt into…..

“Unh! Oh yeah, pump me. Mmmmmph! Do it hard. Mmmummummmuh!”.

As I watched him continue to ride her rear, I felt myself pulsing
and getting hard again. Desperate for relief, my eyes darted over
to Daphne. Still strapped around the neck with Gene’s belt to her
mother, her magnificent butts jiggled fiercely as she bucked her
hips and moaned in response to Margaret’s tongue in her mouth.
Forgetting all that had I had done earlier, I moved in behind her
and squeezed those huge butt bags, my hands melting into the soft
flesh. She slithered her tongue out of her mother’s mouth just
long enough to plead, “Stick me Roy. Eeeeeeyuuunh! Ooh, please.
Put it in. Spread my buns and fuck me doggy-style.”.

That was all I needed to hear. Circling my cock with one hand, I
started fisting my erection and slipped my other hand into her
fifteen-inch crack, feeling in the warm, greasy tunnel for her
pussy.

“Aaaaah! Oh yeah baby. You like mayo on your meat, don’t ya.”,
Linda cooed. She was really moving now, force-feeding her purple
prick in and out of the tight mouth with increasing speed and
rhythm, her wide rump slapping Lisa’s head into the desk. The
faster she stroked, the more she whipped up the emulsion,
enlarging the mass of oil and egg yokes even further. Lisa
couldn’t contain it and the stuff began forcing its way out in
foamy donuts around Linda’s pole each time she drove into the
inert lips.

“Come on Gene. Mmmmm! Put it in her. Split the cow-bitch’s twat
before I come. Unh!”

Lifting a knee up at a time, Gene climbed up onto the desk, Lisa’s
feet still crushed in his armpits. His body length forced her
knees and wrists to bend inward just to keep her legs from
breaking and her butt stretched tight back in the process. Her
brown, textured cunt lips mushed out like a giant mushroom from
between the white globes, blossoming open like a flower pod and
peeling back the foreskin of her quivering clit.

Big Gene clamped a vice-like hand around each of her biceps,
pinning her upper body down to the desk. Raising up on locked
arms, he fitted the bulb of his piston into her vaginal lips. It
snuggled into the deep coral opening, bulging the brown ridges out
around it, a big clump of mayo coating them with thick,
lubricating film. Lisa closed her eyes in despair, not daring to
believe, yet knowing what would come next.

Lisa was gagging on the acrid mayonaisse as Linda fucked her mouth
and nose, but, still, I thought I heard her grunt out, “No! No!
No!” as Gene entered her. Her knees were bent over together
almost onto her chest. Her wrists, being crossed and tied to her
knees, were forced to come with them, opening up her armpits wide.
With his thumbs, Gene flicked Lisa’s underarms, exciting the
swollen nipples, sending a shudder through the tightly tied
package. At the same instant, putting all his weight into his
ass, he drove his spike into her.

Lisa’s elastic outer cunt lips widened to accept the huge
instrument and she let out a muffled scream from her stuffed mouth
as Linda squealed in delight, “Alright Daddy! Slip it in. Split
her in two!”. He pushed it in, the four-inch wide pole spreading
her wide, but stopped abruptly after about three inches of the
head had disappeared. Surprised, he pulled out and rammed it in
again, forcing out another painful yelp, but again he stuck after
getting only the head into her.

Linda continued to bang Lisa’s lips as Gene looked at her with awe
and whispered, “Well, I’ll be damned. You were right. She’s a
virgin. Nineteen years old, with a body like this, and still
cherry. This is going be extra special. How’d you know it?”.
Linda was sweating from her exertions, quivering as her sexual
tension built, but managed to grunt at him, “Goddam it Gene. A
woman can sense these things. I could tell just by looking at
her. Now bust her open. I’m starting to come.”

Bending Lisa over so tight that her ass humps rose off the desk,
Gene raised up and then slammed down with all his might. A low,
loud wail erupted from deep inside Lisa as he sank half way in,
breaking through the tough, elastic membrane of her hymen, making
her a woman at last. He stopped, gripped in the tight tube of
virgin flesh, and waited; waited for Lisa to fully grasp the new
feelings of fulfilled womanhood that he had given her, before
continuing.

Raising up, he drove it home again, this time getting six inches
into her. Surprisingly, she didn’t bleed at all as he continued
to pull out and ram it in, again and again, sliding an inch more
of his meat farther into her each time. Finally, buried nine
inches deep inside the virgin tunnel, he started to pump her with
slow, deep strokes, just as Linda began to climax in her face.

“Oh…oh…mmmmm….that’s it.”, her purple cock pushed deeper
into Lisa’s open throat, jerking in uneven spasms. “Ummmm…sock
it to her.”, she raised up on her toes, big hips snapping like a
whip. “Awwwh….aaawwww….uh..uh..uh….ooooooooohhhhhhhh!”, her
cunt went first, dropping an oozing load of pearly woman-cum all
over Lisa’s nose and face. Drooling down over her glasses and
onto her forehead, the flowing cum drenched her hair; coating the
brown, wavy locks into a slimy mat.

A moment later, just as Gene began stroking for real, Linda
plunged all the way into Lisa’s throat. With her head hanging
down like that, there was only about two inches from Lisa’s lips
to the opening in her esophagus. Linda caught her just as she was
swallowing and forced six inches of cock into the tight, fluted
tube. The pole of flesh held lisa’s windpipe shut as Linda’s male
climax overcame her. She froze up, twitching a little, and
squirted jets of sperm directly down the short, clenching pipe
straight into Lisa’s stomach.

Feeling Linda’s hot cum spit into her tummy, Lisa lurched and
kicked, straining against the bindings holding her wrists to her
knees, but Gene held her in position with shoulder pressure on
her ankles and the force of his shaft in her cunt. Hormones
flowed into her bloodstream from newly awakened woman-glands as
she felt his huge thing pumping inside her freshly busted cherry.
He had her distended to a five inch diameter, completely stuffed;
each heavy stroke forcing her big butts to balloon outward before
his weight slammed into them.

Then the friction against her exposed clitoris caused it to begin
growing.

The tiny banana reddened in color as it erupted and jerked itself
an inch and a half out from the top of her fat vaginal lips, until
it lay jammed against Gene’s pounding pole. His deep penetration
rubbed hotly against her slippery inner walls, the friction
burning her g-spot and building up a deliciously painful tension
in the swollen nerve bundle at her center. As he fucked her, he
continued to stimulate the nipples under her arms, while Linda
roughly squeezed her mammoth tit mounds. Hot flashes exploded
deep inside her groin as the big cock moved her clit tightly in
and out of her hole, and when Linda grabbed onto her breast
nipples she exploded.

He