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An Erotic Story of Punishment

Robert and Karen were on their way to a party. As they walked through the hotel lobby toward the elevator, Robert said, “Karen my dear, I have something for you.”
Karen’s eyes sparkled like perfect round diamonds set in a necklace of platinum and cultured pearls. “Ooh, Darling! Is it that adorable little trinket we saw in Tiffany’s last week?”
“No, my sweet. I’m afraid not. This is something a little more expensive.” Robert withdrew an envelope from the inside pocket of his tuxedo.
Karen looked both puzzled and disappointed as she opened the envelope. When she read the piece of paper inside, her expression became one of delight. “Darling! My gambling marker! You paid it!”
“Of course. My dear, your legs are spectacular. We can’t have anybody breaking them, can we?”
“Darling, you have no idea how much this means to me!” Karen stepped forward to embrace Robert.
He held up his hand, stopping her. “I know exactly how much it means to you, Dearest. Thirty-four thousand, eight hundred fifty dollars. I have to tell you I’m not pleased.”
“Oh, Darling! Neither am I. I’m very disappointed, and I’ve learned my lesson. ‘Never pick the road favorite to beat the spread in a playoff game.”
Robert pushed the button to bring the elevator. “This goes beyond road favorites, my Love. Some people would say you’ve got a gambling problem.”
“I only have a problem when I lose, Darling. I admit I’m in a bit of a slump lately…”
“Thirty five thousand dollars isn’t a slump, Precious. It’s money. More precisely, it’s my money. And this isn’t the first time I’ve found a dead animal carcass on the doorstep and had to reach for my checkbook.”
Karen bit her lip and looked down at her thousand dollar Italian made pumps. “I’m sorry, Darling.”
The elevator doors opened. Robert and Karen stepped inside and Robert pressed the button for the top floor. “I know you are, my Love. I accept your apology, but I am still a little peeved.”
Karen stepped toward Robert again and she ran her hand along his arm and shoulder. She played with Robert’s ear with her other hand. “Thank you, Darling. I’d be delighted to make it up to you any way I can.”
For the first time, Robert smiled. He said, “I’m glad you said that, Dearest. While I do forgive you, I still believe that some punishment is warranted in this case.”
“Punishment?” Karen’s eyes lit up again.
“Yes, my Heart. You’ve been a very bad girl, and you must be punished.”
Karen smiled. “Oh, Darling Robert! I do so love you! How am I to make my it up to you?”
The elevator doors opened. Robert and Karen walked through the hall to the Presidential Suite.
Robert said, “My Dearest Karen, listen closely. At some point in the evening, somebody is going to say two words to you.”
“Two words.” Karen was bubbling with excitement.
“Those two words are ‘Rabbit Stew.’ When you hear those two words, you are to do exactly what the speaker tells you to. Everything. To the letter. Understand?”
“Yes, Darling.” she said with enthusiasm.
“The speaker will then see to it that you’re properly punished for your behavior. Remember, two words.”
“‘Rabbit Stew.’ I’ve got it. Everything I’m told.” Karen was almost jumping up and down. “Oh, Darling! Thank you for this chance to make up for my sins! I’ve been a bad, bad girl and I can’t wait to get what I deserve.”
“You say that now, but just wait. Trust me, there’s something positively diabolical in store for you.”
“Ooooh, Darling!” Karen swooned, “I can hardly wait!”
Robert and Karen joined the party. For two hours, Karen fantasized about the various tortures Robert might have in mind. She thought about the kinds of things he’d done in the past: duc tape, straps, whips, hot wax, suspension from ceilings, all kinds of depraved practices which had been hers to savor. Karen wondered what Robert could have in mind, and who he had recruited to administer this extreme punishment, and the more she wondered, the more anxious and aroused she became.
The room was filled with handsome, sexy men, and Karen was determined to meet every single one of them in the hope one would say, “Rabbit Stew” to her. She was shockingly flirtatious, even brazenly so, with every man she saw. She even flashed a nipple at one guest who happened to be a professional football player. The man’s wife glared with hatred at Karen, so she decided maybe he wasn’t the one she was looking for.
Karen talked to men about hunting, favorite game dishes, even Bugs Bunny, but none took the opening she gave and said, “Rabbit Stew” to her.
When Karen saw Robert after two hours of fruitless searching and flirting, she looked defeated. “Darling,” she said, “I really want to be punished like the bad girl I am, but none of the men I’ve talked to have said the magic words.”
After taking a sip of his Single Malt Scotch, Robert said, “‘Men?’ I don’t recall telling you to look for a man, my Precious. I said, ‘Someone’ would say ‘Rabbit Stew’ to you. I didn’t identify the sex of this person.”
Karen’s eyes lit up again. “Oh, Darling! You mean I’m looking for a woman? You’ve lined up a dominatrix to punish me?”
“No, I said ‘Someone.’ It could be a woman. It could be a man. You won’t know until he..or she…says the magic words.”
Karen said, “Oh, Darling! You’re so beastly! No wonder I love you!” She returned to circulation with a new energy, this time not only flirting with every man in the room, but every woman as well.
Karen pictured herself at the mercy of one of her own sex. Women, she believed, could be even more cruel than men, especially to one of their own. Karen felt there was a certain jealousy and a deep-seeded rage that only a woman could feel for another woman. She remembered Mistress Olivia, a cruel, sadistic lady, who had once tortured Karen for a rapturous six hours. It had been a birthday present from Robert. Karen then wondered if Robert had actually arranged for Olivia to be at this party, and the thought made Karen’s loins ache. She was glad she’d decided not to wear panties underneath her gown, otherwise they’d be soaked with moisture by this point in the evening.
After another hour and a half, Karen was feeling positively depressed. Most of the women she spoke with were puzzled at her behavior, and a few were even outraged. One or two seemed like possible playmates in the future, but neither said the magic words to her.
It was nearly midnight, and Karen was on the verge of tears from frustration, sexual and otherwise. Then she saw him.
He was standing at the other end of the room, talking to Robert, when he caught her eye. She cautiously smiled at him, and he warmly smiled back. Then he began walking toward her.
She thought the man was gorgeous. He was six feet, four inches tall, with broad, muscular shoulders and a square jaw. He had the build of a professional athlete…no…of a super-hero, Karen decided. His thick black hair was perfectly styled, and as he got nearer and nearer to Karen, she could see an adorable cleft in his chin and deep, penetrating blue eyes. She felt faint.
The man picked up two champagne flutes from a passing waiter and he handed one to Karen. He said, “Good evening,” in a deep, booming voice. Karen’s knees began to wobble.
“Good evening” was all Karen could say back to him. She couldn’t draw her gaze away from his eyes. The man said, “Rabbit Stew” so matter-of-factly Karen almost didn’t realize he’d said it. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.
The man said, “I believe you’re supposed to come with me.” He held out his arm for Karen to take. After a moment, she came to her senses and said, “Yes. Of course. Lead the way.” She hooked her arm in his and, with as much composure as she could muster, Karen walked with the man out of the Executive Suite.
As they rode down in the elevator, Karen asked, “What’s your name?”
The man said, “No questions. You’re to obey my commands and right now, my command is to remain silent.” He spoke with all the coolness of a James Bond villain.
Karen clutched at the man’s hand, in part so she wouldn’t collapse. She could barely control her excitement.
They emerged from the elevator on the twelfth floor, and walked down the hallway in silence. The man stopped in front of the Duke of Windsor Suite, and opened the door with a key. He said, “Go into the bedroom, please.”
Karen obeyed. It was a large bedroom, with an impressive antique four-poster bed. The bed sheets were of burgundy-colored satin. Karen turned to her left, and she saw a table covered with sex toys and devices. She almost giggled with anticipation.
There were whips, handcuffs, a blindfold, a dog collar, lit candles, a strap-on dildo, nipple clamps, a ball-gag, a wooden paddle, a leather paddle, several yards of rope and so many more instruments of torture Karen almost had an orgasm simply standing in front of them.
The man said, “Undress, please. Take everything off.”
Karen’s hands shook as she obeyed the man. The gown she wore was worth nine thousand dollars, but she hurriedly threw it to the floor like it was an old t-shirt. She stood nude in front of him, breathing hard like she’d just run up the stairs from the lobby.
The man said, “Lie down on your back on the bed, arms and legs spread out,” as he picked up the handcuffs and the rope from the table. Karen obeyed. Without a word, the man cuffed first one hand, then the other hand, to the two wooden posts at the head of the bed. Then he took two lengths of rope and tied each ankle around the posts at the foot of the bed. The man was careful about the slack in the rope. When he was done, Karen could move her legs around, but she couldn’t touch them together.
“Are you comfortable?,” the man asked when he was done, as he eyed his handiwork and Karen’s naked body, with satisfaction.
“Oh yes, Master,” Karen said. She felt giddy and flushed with excitement wondering what would happen next.
The man snickered. “I’m afraid I’m not your master, sweetheart. I’m just the hired help. Your master’s on his way. See you around.” He toasted Karen with his champagne flute, and he walked out of the room.
Karen almost cried with despair as the man left the suite. She fidgeted around on the bed, but the man had tied her too well. She couldn’t even rub her legs together to massage her swollen clitoris and afford herself a little relief. She was completely helpless.
Less than a minute later, the suite’s front door opened and closed again. Footsteps approached the bedroom.
Karen began to hyperventilate. She knew those footsteps. “Darling? Robert?”
“It’s me, my Love.” Robert entered the bedroom.
“Oh, Darling! I’m so glad to see you! I’m in agony! I’m aching for you, my Darling! I’ve been waiting for my punishment so long I was afraid I’d go mad!”
“Have you been looking forward to this, My Sweet?” Robert removed his tuxedo jacket and set it over a chair. He undid his bow tie and removed it.
“Oh, yes, Darling! You were right! This is simply diabolical! Simply waiting for you has been pure anguish!”
Robert said, “Good. You’ve been particularly bad this time, My Dear. I wanted this torture to be extra special.” Robert went to the mini-bar and got a can of beer from the refrigerator. He picked up the television remote control and turned on the TV. He casually flipped channels until he found the Financial News Network. He sipped his beer and said, “So, you’re in anguish, huh?”
“I’m in agony, Robert! I’m so horny I want to cry!”
Robert sat down in a chair where Karen could see him. He laughed and stared at the TV.
Karen thrashed around on the bed, still securely tied. She could barely move. “Don’t laugh, Darling!” she whined, “Put me out of my misery! Punish me! Beat me! Spank me! Whip me! Torture me!…I’m sooo horny!!”
Robert simply said, “No.”

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Vacation

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Katie and Ted, and Reggie REVISED

This story is a REVISED version based on true events in the life of a happily married young coupe and a stranger who changes their life forever. Fate brings Ted and Katie into contact with “Reggie” Williams who helps salvage their marriage. My sister-in-laws assisted me with this revision by adding more of the female perspective.

Fantasy

Calving Signs – part 7

Mark called early the next morning.
Terri missed it, as she did his next, worried phone call. She spent a good forty-five minutes on top of the toilet, trying to burn off her morning arousal. Working with her fingers to cut through the insistent burn of hormones and heat that kept telling her to find someone with a cock. To get pumped full of boy juice. Terri pulled on her nipples, gasping, shivering and squirting as her fingers worked on her clit.
It took a long time to finally satiate her body’s demands. Only then did she pick up the message.
“Terri. It’s me,” Mark said. Just his voice undid a whole morning’s worth of work. “Dad has me working outdoors all day, so I can’t come over until after dinner. Hang in there, I think I know what’s going on!”
“Hang in there,” Terri thought, sucking on her fingers. Easy for him to say. Even when she got dressed, in the lightest summer dress she could find, her nipples bulged against it. They craved more stimulation. When she walked her panties felt tight and hot against her slit.
The girl in the mirror was past nymph and well on her way to fertility goddess. Terri’s long blonde hair rode in waves across her shoulders, bouncing in time with her walk. Her flawless, hairless skin looked almost like rubber in the basement lighting, but soft and warm. Plus there was the issue of her tits. If she stuck her chest sideways they nearly oustripped the thin bathroom mirror.
Terri gritted her teeth, ignored her chores, and tried to do smart stuff. To fight back. To replace cravings with rational, intelligent thought.
It didn’t go so well.
Her thoughts seemed to toy with her. When she picked up a magazine, her fingers started to trace big pregnant bellies on the models in the pictures. To muse at the packages of the boy models. Reading a book, even an old favorite like Little Women, was a disaster. The words swam in front of her, re-arranging each other until she gave up, nursing a headache that jumped back and forth between ears.
Her e-mail inbox had filled up with concerned inquiries from college friends. Terri didn’t even know how to respond. “Dear everyone. Have become horny and sexy. Thinking about spending the next twenty years nursing babies. How are you?” Plus it was hard to type with long painted nails.
She skipped dinner, even though her stomach screamed with irritation, arguing that she was giving up beef ribs and buttered corn. Not to mention big bowls of strawberry ice cream.
Terri even peeked in on the scene. Ronald and Darrel were the only two sitting down. The three girls circulated around them, watching their needs, ready to spring if either so much as lifted a finger. Anne’s constant, placid smile sent Terri back to her room with renewed determination.
In the end, the best Terri could manage for Project: Smart Stuff was to watch Sex and the City reruns while slowly rubbing at the slick juncture between her thighs. The women on the screen seemed almost alien, prancing around in the Big City, practically ancient not to be swelled up with kids.
Didn’t they know how ridiculous they seemed, childless in their old age?
* * *
Mark, when he finally arrived, didn’t look good.
His eyes were wild and fierce, and he didn’t bother to wait for Anne to get the door. Instead he simply stumbled into the basement, and fell on the bed. Terri snatched her hand from between her oily legs and raced over to him.
“Mark? Are you alright?” she said, timid. His face was screwed up tight.
“Went the whole day without masturbating,” he explained. His face was grey, and he had a layer of sweat across it. “I don’t feel so hot.”
“No, no! Mark, no!” Terri said, racing onto her knees. Mark obligingly opened his legs, and she tugged open his fly, freeing his oversized penis from his pants. It was dark red, and twitched. The cock was outsized and massive, like it belonged to a different animal, almost comical in its length and width.
Terri had to use both hands to jack on it, inhaling a day’s worth of Mark’s scent the whole time. Dribbles of cum shot out, right away, staining her hands and her nice yellow dress. Mark laid back and let her massage it out of him.
“Whatever this is,” he said, watching a spurt catch her on the lips and hair, “it’s… It’s… unstoppable…”
Terri licked her lips. The salty tang was enough to chase away hunger pains. By the time Mark was done twitching, a puddle of translucent cream laid underneath him, and Terri was coated in spurts of cum.
Once they had calmed down and put their clothes back together, Mark waved a computer printout in his hand.
“I had a friend of mine at school analyze some of our drinking water,” he said, still twitching. “It’s like a chemical soup. There’s stuff in it he’s never heard of. And the stuff he had heard of was all bad.”
“What sort of stuff?” Terri said.
“Testosterone and estrogen, in big quantities. And changed, somehow. Other hormones. Pain-killers. Aphrodisiacs. Growth-enhancers. It’s like drinking a laboratory, Terri! And it’s changing us from people into… some kind of breeding animals!”
Terri wasn’t about to argue. Especially with the smell of Mark’s cum in the room. It was already pounding her head with needs and desires.
“It’s got to be coming from that Factory,” Mark said, shaking his head. “They have access to the water supply. I need to find out who’s in charge of it. Can I use your computer?”
Terri pointed to it, in the far corner. She had given up on it after getting confused by trying to type an upper-case letter. Caps lock just made them ALL big, and she couldn’t remember any other way.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked.
Mark was already peering into the screen. “I don’t know. Just… hang around, I guess.”
* * *
Terri tried to hang around.
First she cleaned the room up. That was soothing, at least, even if it did mean mopping up a lot of sperm.
Her boy worked on the computer, flicking past screens. He had his legs open. His cock flopped between his thighs. “This shouldn’t be this hard,” he said, growling. “Why can’t I think of what to do here?”
Terri chewed on a fingernail. Her brain drank the scent of cum and cock, bathed in it, driving down what was left of her. What did girls do for their men, when they were frustrated? She hated to see him bothered.
Terri went and got him a drink.
Mark took a long gulp before realizing what he held. He spurt it out, disgusted. “Terri, this is chemical water! Don’t you remember what I was just talking about? Hormones, et cetera?”
Terri shrank into herself. “I’m sorry,” she said, contrite. “I guess I forgot.”
Her heart pounded. When he had turned, she had gotten another long look at his cock.
* * *
An hour later, and Mark sat with his head in his hands, staring at the computer screen. “How many shell companies can there be?” He shouted, at it. “Hundreds? Why aren’t they in the IRS records?”
Terri put the bowl next to him, and waited, nervous. What if he didn’t want it? She was trying so hard to be good for her man, but she didn’t know anything about computer stuff…
“What’s this?”
“Ice cream!” she said, encouraging. “Don’t worry about the water or anything. It’s homemade.”
“Homemade out of what?” he said, suspicious. But the first spoonful got rid of his worries. Terri watched, relieved, as her man devoured the bowl. She took it away immediately, cleaned it, and put it back with the others. When she returned, he was typing away again, deep into another avenue.
“The Pastor makes it,” she said. “Pastor Flynn.”
“Pastor…” Mark grunted, rapping the table with his fingers. He snapped them together. “Tax-exemptions!”
Terri stroked herself, gently, while he worked. When she came, she bit her lip, so that she wouldn’t disturb him.
* * *
“It’s no good,” Mark said, finally, defeated. “I just can’t concentrate.” It was dark outside, night fallen out of the small basement window.
That was the opening Terri had been looking for.
She crawled, head-first, into the tiny space between the computer chair and the desk. It was warm and rich with Mark’s scent, and she made herself fit, twisting herself inside.
“You keep working,” she suggested, pulling out his cockhead for the—however many times it was. “I’ll make sure you can concentrate, okay?”
Mark looked uncertain. Then she bent down to it, putting her tongue on top of his cock, and licked all over the tip of it. She was instantly rewarded with another gout of cum. His balls were endless. They were huge, too, and hung over the side of the computer chair.
Her boy paused for a moment, then started typing, once more.
* * *
Terri’s mouth was exhausted, and she had lost track of how much jizz she had swallowed. Lots. She was thirsty. Even when Mark was soft—which was brief—she had quietly lapped at his cock, happy to nuzzle on it to help him concentrate.
“There,” he said, sitting back. “I don’t know what good it’ll do us, but I know who is responsible. Something called Breed Ministries. Didn’t you say that Pastor Flynn lives here?”
Terri nodded.
“He’s responsible. He has to be. His church runs a whole series of industries through a mess of shell companies. And they’re all about kids. Baby food. Baby clothes. Maternity wear. Not to mention huge investments in a series of major chemical corporations. And all run out of some backwood hick town in the middle of nowhere. Man.”
He peered down at her. “We’re just breeding stock, to them.”
Terri eased out of her warm little cocksucking nook. Her back hurt, and she laid back on the mattress to loosen it. Her dress was sticky and crackled with cum. Her face was matted with it, where it had dried, and her face was a mess.
She had never felt so content, so happy.
“Now what?” she said, lazily. Whatever he wanted. Terri had already named their first eight kids.
“Tomorrow, first thing, we get out of town. Then we find someone in the government who believes us. Is that okay?”
Her man had worked things out. Of course everything would be okay.
Terri slid her legs open. “What should we do until tomorrow?” she asked, and hiked up her skirt.
* * *
Mark had been exhausted, so they had only fucked twice. Simple, primal fucking, with the man, on top, spilling his seed into his woman, below. They had fallen asleep still entangled, with his cock falling flaccid inside of her.
When she woke up, Terri crackled with dried sperm. It coated her, a frosting of dried protein, the product of so many gouts of Mark’s sperm. She licked her lips, remembered each beautiful spurt, swallowing each of her man’s urgent floods of warm, delicious cum.
Terri realized there was something she had to do.
She had to throw up.
The blonde barely managed to make it to the bathroom in time. Her stomach emptied out, and left her starving and thirsty. But not so hungry she didn’t manage to wash the most obvious dollops of cum off, and pull on a simple blue dress along with three-inch heels. The girl in the mirror winked at her, highly satisfied.
Mark was gone. But she heard a man gasp, from upstairs, followed by a hot wind of pancakes and bacon, rushing down the stairs. That made sense. He had probably been as hungry as she had been, emptied out by the work of her mouth.
Terri wandered up the stairs. The sun was already well up, filtering through high windows to bathe the big house in a quiver’s worth of rays. The day had dawned warm and pleasant, and promised to be beautiful. Terri tip-toed through the house, mind free of little worries for the first time since arrival.
In the kitchen, her boyfriend was half-naked on a chair, his shorts around his ankles. He had Patricia, the brunette, sitting on top of him. The new maid wore a red silk chemise that looked almost dainty, except for the rigorous pounding she was receiving. Her pussy struggled to hold onto the size of Mark’s cock, and her face was a pleasant agony.
The bottom dropped out of Terri’s world. She sagged against the doorframe, ill and nauseous once more.
Patricia’s eyes slid to her, and then Mark turned. He didn’t stop fucking her for a moment, still bouncing her lithe little body up and down his cock.
“Terri.. I’m sorry… but… she’s pregnant. I had to… fuck her…” he said, as if that explained everything.
And part of Terri agreed. He was a man. It was his job to fuck broadly and deeply, to whatever woman presented herself.
Anne stood in her usual spot, in front of the counters, managing a steady flow of pancakes from the griddle. She was radiant, wearing a white dress with lacy sides, and a sunburst insignia on the front.
“Mom,” Terri pled, desperate. “What… what’s going on? Do something!”
“I am, dear,” Anne said. “Just be patient for a moment.”
And then Terri’s Mom stepped away from the hot griddle, and casually unleashed the top of her dress. She had bare tits underneath, big shapely ones that bulged out, with red nipples. Anne took hold of one, and lowered it onto a sparkling clean glass.
Milk jetted out of the nipple and filled the glass. Anne’s calm smile simply grew a slight bit deeper.
“Milk,” Terri said, helpless. Her Mom produced milk. Why… how?
“Of course, dear. The dear Reverend couldn’t do anything about the infertility, but he gave me some wonderful pills to take. They’ve made me so happy, all the time. And, of course, there’s these delightful side effects.”
Anne walked over to Mark, who had both hands on Patricia’s tits. He squeezed, and Terri’s chest glowed, remembering his rough hands on her boobs.
“Drink up some more,” she urged, on Mark. He already had a milk mustache, Terri noticed. And despite the vigorous sex, he eagerly grabbed the glass and downed the still-warm breast milk in one go. His cock glistened, wet, and bits of cum drooled out of Patricia. It had all mixed together into a sticky swirl.
“You can go ahead and touch yourself, honey,” Anne said, turning back to her daughter. “It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay.”
“No…” Terri whined, her hands already reaching underneath her dress. Even this betrayal had her hot, watching her man fuck another woman senseless. Patricia was about to hit her limit, her eyes rolling back as she pounded up and down like a helpless toy on Mark’s cock. She lost control entirely, falling backwards onto the table, splattering a neatly set place setting.
That’s when Candice emerged, grinning, from underneath the table. Where she had been apparently licking at whatever flung juices landed her way.
“What’s happening?” Terri whimpered. She pushed inside herself. Her folds felt moist and warm, and she couldn’t keep her eyes off of Mark. He barely seemed to notice that Patricia had fallen off, as Candice eagerly lowered herself on his dripping pole. He grabbed her boobs firmly and restarted his rhythm.
“My milk tends to hit people pretty hard,” Anne explained. She hadn’t bothered to pull her dress back up, and milk spattered on the floor from her teats. “And after all that ice cream last night, plus a full glass this morning… Mark wasn’t really in a state to refuse anyone. Especially not two pregnant girls.”
The ice cream. It was from… her Mom’s…
Anne pushed another warm glass of milk into her hand, freshly squeezed. Terri stared at it. It was still foamy, on top.
“Drink up, Terri. It’s good for you. And,” she winked. “It’ll be good for the baby.”
The baby?
Terri touched her stomach. The throwing up. The buckets of cum. “Birth control” her Mom had provided.
She was pregnant. She was going to be another horny little Mommy, just as milk-filled and knocked up as everyone else in this town. Just another cow in the herd.
She drank the milk. It was as warm and creamy as the soft scent indicated.
“See, honey? Everything will be okay,” Anne said, reassuring and soft. She patted Terri’s light pink cheeks. “Don’t worry about a thing.”
She had to raise her voice over Candice’s screams. The former Professional soon joined her fellow girl on the floor, dazed and twitching. Mark looked around, wildly, blood raging with her Mom’s drug-laced milk. He spotted his girl and rose up from the table, erection bobbing in front of him. It pointed at her thighs, insistent and hard, and ready.
Terri lifted her skirt, and braced herself.
He had her against the side of the wall, ripping the dress off with his free hand, the other supporting her ass up on the wallpaper. Terri gasped with each push, shoved between the wall and his dark red penis, her slit straining to hold his entire aching hardness inside of her.
“I’m pregnant,” she started to chant, as Mark climbed to his orgasm. “Preggy, Preggo, Pregnant.” She would have big tits just like her Mom, and stay at home and clean things and wait every day for another long ride on Mark’s cock.
“I’ll give you kids five minutes,” Anne said, moving to clean up the table. “And then you have to put some clothes on.”
“We’re going to Church today.”
* * *
They groped at each other in the back of the car, still needy, crazed by the milk and the smell of each other. But something wore off just before they arrived, and both Mark and Terri broke off their assault, readjusted their clothing, and fixed each other with scared looks.
“You’re pregnant?” Mark said. His voice was cracked from growling. He kept shaking his head, to clear it.
Terri just nodded, wide-eyed. “It’s yours,” she blurted, and haplessly pulled her panties back up.
“I’m… I’m sorry,” Mark said. “I don’t know what happened. She just flashed her… and then I just had to…”
It didn’t seem important. Especially not once the twosome were surrounded by the citizens of Calving, all in their finest, on their way to the Church in the center of town. Terri slipped her hand into Mark’s.
Everyone was there. All of the happy, horny populace. Any number of muscle-bound men, wearing blue jeans with cock outlines etched in. Pregnant women slowly creeping towards the entrance, escorted by doting husbands or boyfriends. And the non-pregnant girls, competing with each other for male attention, on full display with naughty skirts and shiny tops that outlined heavy tits. A gust of wind advertised just how few were willing to wear underwear for Church.
Anne was enormously popular, in a big hat and a dark red dress that approached demure, especially when surrounded by the others.
Worst of all, so many of Anne’s cronies came up to her and Mark, stared at her belly, and gave her a big smile and their most heartfelt congratulations.
And inside, presiding over his herd with his usual big grin and greasy hair, was Pastor Flynn. He paced the raised altar with obvious energy, watching everyone file obediently in, and quietly take their place in the pews. When he saw Terri and Mark, he rubbed his hands together, then waved a greeting to Anne.
Terri sat down, next to Mark, and tried to think.
She was pregnant. It was a miracle she had thought otherwise. Mark had fucked her long and deep, over and over. She was his, now. They’d have to get married or something. He would work, and she would stay home and clean up and cook and wait for him in a brand new outfit, in his favorite color, with underwear if he was bad and without if he was good…
She shook her head. Mark kept glancing over at her, and then, with big eyes, at her belly. She clutched it, protectively.
Terri looked up. Pastor Flynn was halfway through his sermon, and commanded the townfolk without even bothering with a microphone. Anne sat bolt upright, hanging on each word. Every other face was turned towards the man with the dark hair, and nodding at the end of each sentence.
Although, she noticed, dimly, that didn’t stop their hands from moving around. Girls had their hands on the boys, underneath their pants or rubbing the bulge in their jeans. Many of the men had one hand on the inside of their girl’s thighs, and removed juicy fingers from plump, well-stroked snatches. The air was getting sticky and sweet from the work of the men and women, quietly getting each other off.
“And now, I’d like to invite up all the parishioners newly blessed with the Spirit!” Pastor Flynn said. He pulled out a very large index card. “Deanna, Brianna, Sarah, Colleen, Susan, Ally and Michelle, Candice and Patricia, Erica… and, of course, Terri!”
Terri heard her name called. Her Mom tugged her up. “That’s you!” she said, encouraging. “Go on up! You have to accept the blessing!”
The blonde stood up, on heavy legs, and walked through the pews. The people she passed smiled at her, and patted her stomach, encouraging. She walked with the hordes of other girls, all of them pleased and cheerful, with all sorts of hair colors and any number of casually revealing outfits. Terri ended up between a somewhat older woman, who kept rubbing absent-mindedly at her impressive rear end, and two giggling High Schoolers who kept touching at each other.
Flynn walked in front of them all, inspecting the army, at the ranks of swelling tummies he had created. Then he whirled, and turned to the audience.
“Lets give them a big round of applause!” he said, and pounded his heavy hands together.
The cheer became a roar, and the roar became pounding waves of approval. Flynn leaned in close, to Terri. “And after the service, why don’t you and your young man stop into my office, hmm? I think we have a lot to talk about.”
Terri nodded, and then walked back to her seat.
* * *
Flynn’s office was in the very back of the Church. Anne escorted the two wan teenagers to the door, and opened it for them. Mark and Terri walked in, hands clasped.
It was a far cry from Flynn’s austere room in the House. Flynn’s office was colored with stained glass, and the ceiling rose to the rafters. The carpeting was plush and rich. Flynn himself relaxed behind a red-colored desk, his arms crossed behind his head.
Behind him was a chemistry set of beakers, flasks, and pills. All arranged with precision on long rows. Many were totally clear, but others were dark red, and a few even completely black. The pills were generally large and white. Terri dolefully picked out her supposed “birth control” pills in one.
“Have a seat, please,” Flynn urged, politely. He indicated two plush chairs.
“You’re…” Mark searched for the words, falling into the seat. “You’re not going to get away with all this, you know that, don’t you? We’re leaving. We’re getting out of here.”
“Oh? Then maybe I should have you killed,” Flynn said, in that same polite tone.
Both Mark and Terri froze.
Flynn laughed, and it boomed and echoed. “I’m kidding! You’re welcome to go. Be my guest! No one has to stay. Religion only works if you want it to, I find.”
“Or if you force it to work,” Terri was almost surprised to hear her voice.
“Terri,” Flynn said, turning to her. His eyes, she was surprised to note, were even admiring. “You probably will find this hard to believe, but I have a lot of respect for you. You were one of our hardest cases ever. Chemically speaking, of course.”
“We’re going,” Mark snapped, standing up. His cock twitched in his pants. “Terri, lets go.”
Flynn put his hands out. “Tell you what,” he said, placating. “Why don’t you stay a little longer, and I’ll tell you how I did it?”
Mark bit his lip. “Just so you have something to tell the government,” Flynn said.
Mark sat back down. “We already know. The water. Chock full of chemicals.”
“The water supply?” Flynn snorted. “How pedestrian. How basic. You think I could turn an entire town of relatively sane if small-minded people into sex-mad maniacs just by messing with the water? Please!”
“Then what?” Mark demanded. “Where was it?”
“Everywhere!” Flynn said, throwing his arms wide. “Everywhere and everything, son! We’ve had our eye on this town for years! We started with a baseline of hormones in the water half a decade ago, making sure that everyone in this town was nice and fertile when the time was right. Fertile and happy, not about to break the status quo, peaceful, calm. The crime rate in Calving is the lowest in the State!”
Flynn indicated a few of the largest beakers. “The Church—my Church—started the factory once we were sure everyone was good and horny. That gave us access to food supplies, outside influences, all of that. All the food had our special little drops on it. The Diner should’ve glowed green, we had so many chemicals pumped inside. And why stop there? Bras with time-release powders, just for kicks. Office supplies that messed with your rear end. All mixed together in a time-sensitive stew of sex and rutting.”
He pointed a finger at each of them. “You know what’s going on in your bodies, right now? Two dozen of my hormones fighting your brain. Some of them tickling your pleasure centers, making every little thing you do very fun and exciting. Some others sending strong signals to your oh-so-educated minds, giving hints that thinking too hard isn’t very nice. And, of course, others coaxing that animal side we all have to come out of hiding, to get down to the serious mammal business of getting laid and producing the next generation.”
His finger drifted downwards. “And that’s just your heads. Mark, look at those muscles, huh? You’re just squirting testosterone, these days. Making you big, and strong, and, lets face it, a little dumb if someone wafts a bit of pussy in front of you. Terri, I’ll bet you can’t stop smiling, can you? Looking forward to keeping your man happy? That’s all that estrogen we got in you, specially designed for growing girls like yourselves.”
“And the best part is that, after a little while, you boys and girls keep doing it to yourselves! Mark, you don’t know it, but you’re lit up with pheromones like a bee. Girls can’t resist you. You smell too damn good. And Terri, you uncross those legs and every male in an enclosed room wants to get in between those thighs.”
Flynn put his feet on the desk. “And still we nearly didn’t pull it off! Oh, not just because of the holdouts. A little extra attention for the ladies who think too much does wonders. Not even for those drifting through town, if you can slip them a special something. But because of people like you, Terri, and your simple bull-headed refusal to let your body do the talking!”
Terri shifted in her chair. She could almost feel the drugs swimming through her, once Flynn had named them. Knocking her up, swelling her big, making her happy and dumb. “What do you mean? This isn’t enough for you?” she said, in her new little-girl voice. “I’m big and fat and pregnant, just like you wanted.”
“And still fighting back! Amazing! Terri, your Mom’s ice cream had enough stuff in it to knock a bull-dyke feminist into a Mother of Ten. It turned those roommates of yours into dolls and toys. I’m not sure they could recite the alphabet between the two of them. But you held on! Even if you are fingering yourself right now.”
Terri looked down. Her finger had, as usual, slipped between her thighs. She ground her teeth and pulled it out.
“Why are you doing… this?” Mark said, waving his arms around. “All of this!”
Pastor Flynn stood up. The slightly pudgy man with dark eyes disappeared, in a flash, as he loomed over the two of them. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the burning brimstone of a True Believer thundered above them. “Because this is the work of God!” he roared. “This sinner’s world has forgotten the work of God—to bring others into it! We were given these big brains to care for our children, to instruct them in God’s work, not to forget our basic duties as part of God’s herd! To multiply! To grow and increase! All for the greater glory of the Lord!”
Terri blinked, and the bellowing, statue of a man disappeared. Pastor Flynn paused, sat back down, and ran a comb through his hair.
“We…” Mark said, his voice trembling. “We appreciate your speech. But now we’re leaving. Come on, Terri.”
“Leaving?” Flynn said.
He pushed something forward on his desk, casually. “When you’ve been marinating in the scent of our special estrus blend for the past five minutes? Take a look over at your big… pregnant… girlfriend… over there, and tell me you’re leaving.”
Mark’s eyes fixed on the open jar. The liquid inside was dark red. Then his eyes slid over to Terri. Over her tits. Down onto her milky white thighs, and her skimpy dress. Then onto her belly. He swallowed.
“Terri, I’m… sorry, but I’ve got to stick my cock in your… your pussy,” he said, bobbing his head.
He turned towards her. His cock had leaked a trail of cum onto his pants, all the way down to his knees.
“We’ve got a nice outdoorsy job for you,” Flynn said, encouraging. The scent appeared to effect him not at all. “And then, once Terri has gotten nice and plump, we’ll get you back doing computer work for us. It’d be wasteful, otherwise.”
“Fuck him,” Terri’s body urged. All parts of it. Her glowing, perfect boobs. Her plump, full lips. Certainly her nice, inviting pussy, with the heavy lips and nerve-filled clit. “Do it, it’ll be fun.”
Terri ran for it.
She rose up on wobbly, lubricant-stained thighs, and made it to the door, tossing it open. She raced by her surprised Mother, mouth open, panting and groaning. Trying to get free of the sex-juiced air, the hormones telling her to go back and let her man take her, on the floor, wherever he pleased.
She made it to the Church, padded down the center of the pews.
But her body wasn’t made for running, anymore. Her tits were heavy, and her bra was a joke, so they hurt as they ran, the nipples rubbing up and down the inside of her dress. The dress flew up with each step, exposing her panties. And her hips were too wide to run properly. Plus her hair kept getting her eyes.
Terri ran anyways.
She struggled in the heels, to run fast. But tossing them off seemed impossible to even imagine.
She slowed to a walk. Her feet hurt, after all.
And she had the baby to think about. It felt good to slow down, to let the comforting flow of hormones rush over her.
She stopped.
Right in front of a cow pasture.
A cow, a big brown one, mooed at her.
Terri sighed, and mooed back.
* * *
EPILOGUE:
The brand new hospital was very clean, very efficient, and very boring. Terri had nothing to do but wait on her back and count the hours. She counted hours on the clock above her bulging stomach. Her belly button had popped out early on, and she had just kept getting bigger since then.
Mark, her adoring husband, stopped in twice a day. They gave him time off from the factory to visit his pregnant wife. First he would fuck her senseless, pounding her with his still-massive cock. Then they would talk about work at the Plant, and about post-baby plans to move into the new housing development, next to that Robert guy he was friends with.
After that, he would milk her. And that inevitably lead to a second round of fucking her. He usually did it standing, with her pussy braced on the side of the hospital bed.
Brianna, the nurse, visited once a day. She was a real scatter-brain, probably because of her own growing tummy, but she at least remembered to change the batteries in Terri’s vibrator. Once a day was usually enough.
Every other day Anne would stop by, to let her know how the House was getting along. The two girls were filling in nicely during her absence, even if they tended to forget about work whenever a boy stopped in. She had a perfect record, sending visiting couples home with an added member of the family. Plus she never failed to bring a homemade bucket of ice cream.
Terri was looking forward to making her own.
And once, Pastor Flynn stopped by. Back in civilian clothes, for once.
“Terri!” he said, bouncing in. “So good to see you. And the little one, I see. I hope you name him or her or them after me.”
“Not likely,” Terri said. She concentrated, and a spark crumbled up from her Mommy-addled brain. “Bastard.”
“Whoa, careful, the kid can hear that,” Flynn said, with mock concern.
“I’m leaving, you know. Soon as I have the baby. We’re going to get out.”
“Fine by me,” Flynn said. He shrugged. “I’m leaving too. New towns to conquer, you know? And we’re going to try a city, soon.”
“Which city?”
“A big one,” Flynn said. They looked at each other. “But I should say, Terri. There’s worse things then getting plugged regular by a loving husband, and taking care of a baby, and getting the housework done. But if you want to get back to your old life of running away from college, I wish you the best. Here, I’ll get your brain back on the road.”
He took the remote, and changed the channel to CNN. “There. Some depressing news, some books, and you’ll be back to your old self in no time. Just try and stay away from milk-based products.”
And then he was gone.
Terri watched the news, determined, for a good fifteen minutes. Then the vibrator, deep within her snatch, ran dry on batteries.
She managed five minutes more of silly people yapping at each other.
Then Terri sighed, turned the channel to her Soaps, and let her dancing fingers replace the vibrator. She wondered, idly, if there was any ice cream left in the hospital fridge.

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Fantasy

Let it Rain – 3

When they noticed me looking at them Becka said, “Mona said we might have a client show up today so we have to be prepared.”
Mona said, “I was going to tell you after breakfast. He’s not supposed to be here until just before lunch.” After breakfast Naomi and Becka left to go to work while Mona, Janis and I went up and dressed for the client’s arrival. Mona and Janis were wearing casual summer dresses and I was in cargo shorts and a polo shirt. We had been working in the office several hours when Mona’s phone rang. When she hung up she said he would be arriving in a few minutes so she called Naomi to let her know then told us she would go meet him and bring him in.
As soon as Mona left, Janis stood up and pulled her dress over her head. Standing there naked she handed it to me. “I have a fantasy and I need your help. Hide that in one of your drawers and sit down.” With that she climbed under my desk just before Mona walked back in with the client.
Let it Rain – 3
“Where’s Janis?”
“I’m sure she’s around here somewhere.”
“This is Mr. Jackson.” I stood up to shake hands and sat back down as he sat on the couch with Mona. Janis pulled me slowly towards the desk and slid a hand inside the leg of my shorts and stroked my dick. As the discussion between Mona and the client went on Janis unzipped my shorts and started tugging them down. While Mona and the client were distracted I rose up and she pulled them down around my ankles and then pulled them over my feet. I slid forward to sit on the edge of the chair and opened my legs.
Janis put her lips on the tip and kissed it before sucking it between her lips. She was sucking and stroking it when Mona got up to pick up some paperwork from her desk. She stepped over to say something to me and saw Janis smiling up at her with my dick in her mouth. She smiled and said, “I know you’re busy but as soon as you’re finished I need you and Janis to meet us down at the barns.” I said we would and she bent down to kiss my cheek then whispered in my ear. “I wish I had thought of that.” She took Mr. Jackson and left to meet Naomi at the barns.
As soon as we heard the front door close Janis pushed my chair back and stood up. “Oh god that was so exciting. My pussy is so wet. I want you to fuck me now.” She pushed enough stuff back on the desk for her to sit on the edge. As I came close she hooked her heels behind me and put my dick to her hole as she used them to pull me closer. I was already close to shooting from her sucking me under the desk. She was so wet, my shaft slid into her hot, tight hole with ease. I went to pounding her immediately and soon she was moaning and breathing hard. “Fuck me hard…Fill me with cum…I want it in me when we go to the barn so in can let it leak out as we walk around and let Mona, Naomi and Becka see it running down my legs. Oh god, just fuck me.”
She clamped her legs tight around me and held me tight as she let out a feral groan. I shot my load into her as I felt her nectar flowing out around my dick. When my dick stopped twitching and her breathing returned to normal I pulled my dick out and a gob of cum dropped on to the desk as she stood up. When I started to get a tissue to wipe it up Janis wiped it with a finger that she put in her mouth and licked clean. “Why waste good cum?” As I grabbed my shorts she pulled her dress over her head, slipped on her shoes and ran upstairs to brush her hair. When she came back down we walked out to the barns with her hugging my side. “I feel so slutty. I can feel you’re cum on my thighs and its making my pussy so hot again. You may have to help me with that before we go back to the house.”
We caught up to Naomi, Mona, Becka and the client just as he was going in a stall to look at one of his horses. Mona introduced Janis and they talked for a minute before he continued. While he was in the stall I got Mona’s attention then slid one hand between Janis’ thighs and pulled it back with our cum on it. Mona gave it a quick lick. Becka stepped up close to me and grabbed my hand. “I saw that.” Then she licked the rest of my fingers before the client came out of the stall. When the client went to check the next animal Becka took Janis by the arm and led her back to an empty stall we had passed.
Naomi walked up to me and whispered in my ear. “Looks like Becka found something for an afternoon snack.” She rubbed my shaft thru my shorts. “I know where another empty stall is.” Mona turned to us.
“You two stick around until he’s gone. Don’t go running off for a quickie. We have all the time in the world after we’re through.” We finished showing him around and every time one of them was showing him something the other one was next to me rubbing my shaft. By the time we finally took him back to his car my balls felt like they were going to burst. When his car disappeared around a curve Naomi turned to Mona as she held my dick.
“I think we should go in and have a quick snack before lunch.”
Before Mona could respond I said, “If you want a snack do it right here in the sunshine. You two have been teasing for an hour so drop down and snack.” I unfastened my shorts and kicked them away, standing there with my dick sticking straight out. “Well?”
Mona said, “I don’t want to mess up my dress.” Then pulled it over her head and stood there in a blue g-string panty. “Well sister, you going to join me?” and got on her knees in front of me. Naomi took off her work shirt and the sports bra under it and knelt next to her. Naomi wasted no time taking my shaft and sucking half of it in she bobbed on it for a couple of minutes before pulling off, licking her lips and telling Mona how good it was. Mona said, “You missed all the good part.” She took my shaft, put her lips over it and sucked it all down, burying her nose in my pubes. When she finally came up for a breath she told Naomi, “That’s the really good stuff, right sweetie?”
All I could do was nod my head yes as Naomi said, “You are going to have to teach me how you do that. Every time I try I gag.”
“Well here’s your first lesson.” She put my dick to Naomi’s lips. “Take as much as you can without gagging. Now close your eyes and think of the best piece of meat you ever tasted. Now while you think about how good it tasted started trying to swallow that over sized bite you took as you press forward. Naomi closed her eyes and smiled momentarily around my dick. She pushed down until the head was touching her throat and did a small gag. She rose up again took a deep breath and tried again. This time I could feel her throat start to open and just as she pushed down taking in the head her throat closed around it. It felt like a baby sucking on a large teat. It was too much for me. I grabbed her head and held her where she was and blasted a huge load into her throat. She didn’t need to but she was trying to swallow which only intensified the feeling and I shot even harder down her gullet.
When I stopped shaking I let go and she pulled my shaft out of her mouth and gasped for breath. With a big smile on her face she said, “I did it. I got it in without gagging.”
Mona told her, “Keep practicing and soon you’ll be taking it all.”
Naomi looked at me. “When can I try again?”
“Whoa girl what’s the hurry?”
“That was such a rush and beside I can’t let Mona swallow it all and I can’t. We girls compete just like you guys.”
“What do I get?”
“Damn you want more than a fabulous blow job?”
“I already get those from Mona and Janis. Besides you’re just practicing for a fabulous blow job.” She gave my dick a hard squeeze before standing up.
“What did you have in mind or should I ask?”
“Think about what you have to offer and we’ll talk tonight in bed.” When we got inside Becka and Janis had made it back and from the straw still in their hair I’d say they had a good time. Mona said no one else was supposed to be here today and suggested we pack a lunch and head to the pond and get some midday sun. With a big basket of food, a cooler full of drinks and some clothes just in case, we piled into my truck and headed out. The women headed for the water as soon as we got there and left me to unload. That was ok because I finished and stretched out on a blanket and watched them slashing around like water nymphs.
When they came out of the water it was one sensual scene. Water was running off their hair and dripping from their nipples and pussy lips. I was so entranced I was caught off guard when they suddenly ran at me and jumped on me with their wet bodies. They shook their wet hair all over me then I had four wet bodies rubbing all over me. “Ok mister, it’s time you joined us.” The four of them pulled me up and dragged me to the water and pushed me in. while I swam awhile they dried off and were sitting on the blankets. “Now it’s our turn to watch you walk out of the water.” As I walked toward them they were whistling and hollering. “That’s it baby cakes shake that thing. Woooo hooo, how’d yah like a piece of that. Hey hot stuff why don’t yah bring that sweet thang over here?”I grabbed a towel and sat down with them. “Well sweetie how does it feel to be on the other end of the comments?”
“Personally, I don’t mind. It sounds like you know what you like but I think your all talk and no action.” Next thing happened was they pushed me over on my back and attacked me. Janis pushed a nipple in my mouth, Becka sucked on one of my nipples and two sets of lips attacked my dick. I had already cum four times today and I knew there wouldn’t be much this time but that didn’t stop Naomi and Mona from devouring my dick like it was the first time today. Both sets of lips slid up and down my shaft as their hands rubbed my ball sack against my crotch. They stopped licking on my shaft and each sucked a testicle in their mouth, their lips meeting as they sucked them in. Two tongues were attacking my balls as I sucked greedily on Janis’s nipple and Becka sucked on mine.
Janis rose up and moved so she was on her knees with her puffy lips on my mouth. As I sucked her clit from its cover, Becka pushed her forward to rest on her hands then ran her tongue thru her crack and pushed her tongue into Janis’s ass. Mona groaned and her cum dribbled onto my chin. While this was happening Mona and Naomi stopped sucking so Mona could straddle my waist and lower herself on my dick that Naomi was holding for her. Mona slid all the way down and sat there. “Mmmmm, it still feels as good as it did when we first met and it fits just as tight.” As she started sliding up and down my pole, Naomi went back to sucking on my balls. With Mona’s tight pussy on my dick and Janis’s wet pussy leaking into my mouth I wasn’t long before my dick started pumping. There was not much coming out but the feeling of it pulsing in her tight tunnel set Mona off. She shuddered and dropped down on my dick, her girl cum leaking round my shaft.
Mona collapsed forward onto Janis and Becka. It was several minutes before we untangled and lay on the blankets with the four of them resting their heads on me. We lay there catching our breath until Becka said “Didn’t we come out here for lunch?” After we stopped laughing we dug into the ice chests then sat on the blankets eating and talking.
“So does anybody want to give me a hint what my surprise is?” Together they said ‘What surprise’ and just grinned. They did a lot of whispering and glancing at me. That wasn’t so bad until they started giggling. “Ok what’s going on?”
“Nothing dear, why don’t you be a sweetie and put everything back in the truck and we can go for one more swim before we go back. Naomi and Becka still have some work to finish.” I took the hint and left them to their secrets. They walked down to the pond, still whispering and giggling. When the chests were in the truck I walked down and joined them. They gathered around me in a group hub. “Don’t feel bad women always keep their men in the dark.” They laughed again, hugged me tighter then we all jumped in the water and played like a bunch of kids, splashing and dunking each other.
We got back to the house about 3pm and Naomi and Becka headed out to finish work. Mona and Janis headed for the office and I went to the media room to catch some news. I had been sitting in one of the recliners in the middle of the room with a news channel on for about an hour when Mona and Janis came in and crowded in with me. A recliner built for two is a tight fit for three, but they turned sideways to snuggle against me. “Is there something you want to watch?”
“Nope we just want to snuggle here with you until Naomi and Becka are done. They wanted to go get pizza later. We said that was cool. We didn’t feel like cooking tonight.” We sat there flipping thru channels until they finished and came in about 6:30. They found us watching TV and said they were going up to shower. Mona and Janis got up dragging me with them. “You know there is enough room in our shower for all of us.” 5 minutes later we were all standing in the shower in the master bath. It was bigger than the bathroom than in some apartments.
Standing in there with warm water spraying from multiple nozzles I was surprised that all they wanted to do was scrub each other, and me, clean. Every time I started to touch or grab some thing I got my hand gently brushed away. “Sweetie we all love you but we want to go eat. We also decided we have been too hard on you and you need to rest. So enjoy the shower and let’s go get pizza. Oh by the way wear Levis, we are.” When we got out and dried off I was hustled down stairs as soon as I was dressed and asked to wait in the front room. 45 minutes later my four horse women came down the stairs.
All four were wearing 5” heels, low rise, skinny jeans with belts that had big ass sliver buckles, cropped sleeveless snap down western shirts and this was all topped off with a cowboy hat, those bent and rolled ones you see women in. they were decked out in silver and turquoise bling, bracelets, earrings, necklaces and one was wearing a string tie. Dressed like I was in just jeans and a button down shirt I felt like the poor stepchild. When I said so they just said, “Everyone is supposed to be looking at us any way.”
We got in my truck and headed to town. We ended up at the same Italian restaurant we had gone to when we met Janis. “I thought we were going for pizza.”
“They have pizza and people we know will be here to see how well we are doing.” We went in and got one of the corner round booths. I was in the middle between Mona and Janis. I kept trying to slide a hand onto a thigh or sneak a boob touch and was constantly brushed away. I finally gave up and watched the steady stream of people coming by to ask Janis how she was and hearing Mona introduce us as her partners and Janis as the business manager. Most of them were surprised when Mona introduced Naomi as her foreman and Becka as Naomi’s assistant. More than one wife cast us a catty glance as their husband came over to talk but the ladies just smiled and gave them a little wave. Kill them with kindness.
Dinner had all been about impressing people and letting the gossipers spread the news that the ranch was doing well. When we left they ladies made a point of stopping and visiting with everyone they knew and making sure they were told how happy they were these days. I drove home since know one seemed to want to play. When we got inside and headed upstairs I told Naomi and Becka to get me up and I would help them tomorrow. As they went down the hall Mona, Janis and I went into the master bedroom.
I was lying in the middle of the bed waiting for them to do whatever it is women do for an hour before bed. When they came out of the bathroom and climbed in with me again they brushed off my advances. “We talked today and decided we were expecting too much from you and we want you to get some rest.” No matter how much I protested they weren’t changing their minds. I finally just gave up and went to sleep with them laying half on me pressing their warm bodies against me. In the middle of the night I was about half awake when I felt the bed moving. As I started to sit up two bodies pressed against me again and one whispered “It’s nothing, go back to sleep.”
I was woken up by a hand rubbing my limp shaft. My first thought was ‘Mona caved.’ But when I opened my eyes it was Becka resting on one arm and rubbing with the other. When I looked on the other side it was Naomi that was snuggled up to me. When I kissed her forehead she opened her eyes and smiled at us. “Morning, did you sleep well.”
“Considering I went to sleep with Mona and Janis and woke up with you and Becka I guess I did.”
“We decided last night that there was no reason they had to be up early so we just switched beds. That was me whispering in your ear.” My dick was getting hard from Becka rubbing it but Naomi said, “We can finish that latter. We need to get started so we can get back for breakfast.” We got up and they wanted to work at the other property before breakfast. I started to get some Levis and Becka gave me ‘The look’.
Uh, you’re going to wear clothes and we’re not? What’s wrong with this picture?” I took the hint and threw them on the bed. Just wearing work boots we headed down to the truck. Naomi was driving and I climbed in the passenger seat. I reached for the door to close it but Becka had other ideas. “Did you forget something?” She climbed in and sat on my lap. “I’m not sitting in back by myself.” She wiggled her butt in my lap then rose up a little. She grabbed my dick and put it so it would stick up between her legs. There, that’s better. It was poking me in my ass.” When we got to the gate she jumped out to open it and got back in after we went thru and she closed it. This time she arraigned my dick before she sat down.
As we went down the road to the other location Becka was leaning back against me as she wrapped her hand around my shaft and slowly stroked. As precum started to dribble out she rubbed it around the head with her thumb and around the shaft with her hand. When we got to the other location Becka got out but instead of letting me out, she turned and leaned back into the truck. She took my dick in one hand and held it as she stretched her lips over the head and sucked in as much as she could. When she had run her tongue around every inch in her mouth she pulled it out and licked the rest clean. “I couldn’t let you walk around wasting all that good cum could I?”
It was difficult working with a hard dick but every time one of them saw that it had gone down they either stroked it or sucked on the head until it was hard again, so much for their wanting me to rest. When we finished Naomi wanted to talk to me. “I want to practice for that fabulous blow job. And I know what you want.” She took my hand and led me to where the bales and blanket were in the last barn. Becka was standing next to them holding the jar of lube Mona kept out there. I’m going to suck you until I get it all in then you’re going to fuck my tight little asshole and fill it with that load of cum we’ve been working on this morning.
She had me sit on the end of the bales and lean back on my elbows so I could watch. She bent at the waist and started ever so slowly bobbing on my shaft, only taking in an extra ½” or so every couple of strokes. As she did Becka stepped behind her and started rubbing her anal ring with lube. As Becka slid a finger thru her sphincter Naomi closed her eyes and moaned around my dick. Naomi bobbed a few more times then held my dick in where I could feel her throat kissing the tip. As Becka slid a second finger in Naomi groaned and the head slipped in her throat. She looked up at me and smiled before she pulled it out of her mouth. “Mmmmm, so close, I might need some held if you’re willing.”
She took me back in her mouth but didn’t take her eyes away from me. When I wrapped my hands in her hair she smiled and slid down my shaft, easily slipping the head in and out of her throat as she bobbed. She had pushed the head in her throat and was holding it when Becka pushed her third finger it. As she let out a lot groan I felt her throat relax I pulled her head down hard and the full 9 ½” slid in her mouth and down her throat. I pulled her up and as soon as she took a deep breath pulled her back down to take in my entire shaft again.
I released my hold on her hair but she took her time rising back up. When my shaft was out of her mouth she gasped several times. “Oh wow that was so awesome. Now let me do it by myself.” She sucked me back in and slid down until her nose was buried in my pubes. She stayed there with Becka stroking her ass with three fingers until she had to rise up and take several large breaths. “Oh shit that goes down so easy now.”
Becka said, “Now when do I get my chance?”
“Next time girlfriend, I need to pay my bill now.” Naomi stood up pulling Becka’s fingers from her ass. When she replaced me on the bales she started to lie down on her stomach but I rolled her to her back and pushed her legs up behind her arms.
“I want you to see me fuck your ass and I want to watch you play with yourself as you do.” Becka used her slick fingers to rub lube on my shaft and aim it at Naomi’s still open ass hole. When I pushed her sphincter relaxed for a moment then the head popped in.
“Oh god I want it all inside me. Fill my ass with cum.” She was hissing “Yes, Yes, Yes, as I slid the full length into her bowels. It only took a few minutes, after this morning’s teasing, until I sprayed her colon with my seed. “Fuck me, I can feel your cock pumping and you’re hot cum in my ass. Don’t take it out just let me feel it inside until it goes down. I was holding it in and she was still playing with her clit when she started yelling. “III’Mmmmm CCCCUUUUMMMIINNG, FUCK MY ASS MORE, IIII’Mmmmm CCUUMMMIINNGG.” I started driving into her ass again and she thrashed around wailing. “Bill, oh Bill, fuck me. Oh damn fuck me.” I stopped when it looked like she was going to roll of the bales. It was almost 5 minutes before her breathing returned to normal and she wanted up get up. When I pulled my semi-hard shaft from her Becka took it in her hand and looked at Naomi with a gleam in her eyes.
“Can I have it or do you want it?”
“Why don’t we share.” She got on her knees with Becka, they opened their mouths, pressed their lips together around my shaft and stayed that way as I slid it back and forth between them. I could feel their tongues cleaning my shaft as I moved. When they were done and stood up Naomi said she was ready for food so we headed back to the house. As soon as the gate was closed Becka was snuggled back in my lap with her head on my shoulder.
“I won’t let you forget that next time, is my turn. It looked so hot watching your cock disappearing in to her ass. I want her to see what I saw.” She kissed my neck then sat quiet until we got home. When we walked in Mona and Janis yelled from the kitchen that breakfast was almost ready so we ran upstairs for a quick shower. While we waited for the water to warm up Becka got on her knees and took my dick in one hand. She slid the other one up between Naomi’s legs. “Mmmmm baby your pussy is still wet. Why don’t we take care of that before we shower?” She got up and holding my dick and Naomi’s pussy led us to the bed.
She had me lay on my back and then laid Naomi with her butt against my leg with my dick sticking up between her legs close to her pussy. Becka got between our legs and sucked on the part of my shaft she could get in her mouth as she rubbed her hand over Naomi’s pussy and clit. After a minute she pulled out my dick and put her mouth over Naomi’s pussy entrance and noisily slurped at the juices inside. When she stopped cleaning Naomi’s pussy she moved back to my dick and dribbled the cum from her mouth on my cock for lube as she stroked it. Naomi turned around and put her lips on my dick and swallowed it pushing Becka’s hand away. After taking it down several times and sucking her cum from it she took it out. “Aaaahhhhh, tasty, now let’s get that shower and breakfast.
Mona and Janis were waiting for us with a table full of food. Mona grinned at Naomi and asked, “Well did you get what you wanted?”
“Oh yeah, all the way down and he filled my ass. It was so good I had to have seconds on the Blow job before we showered. Now I’m ready to eat and get back to work. Becka might be a bit cranky today because I didn’t share.” Everyone but Becka laughed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get even.” After breakfast Naomi and Becka headed out to work. I said I’d help if they wanted but they said they were good for now. Mona and Janis went to the office to do some paperwork so I went out looking for a trailer mounted pit I had seen somewhere on the property. I brought it up to the garage and spent the day working on it. I wanted to get it ready for a cookout at the pond this weekend. Janis came out with lunch for us that we ate in the shade of a big oak next to the garage while we talked.
“Can I tell you something that stays just between us for now?”
“Sure, what’s up?”
She hesitated a minute. “Well…You know how…Uhh…Naomi and Becka keep talking about babies? Well I’m 5 years older and my clock is ticking. I can support myself now and I’m really considering having our child myself. It a big step I know but I want you to want this to. So promise me you’ll think about it and let me know. It doesn’t have to be right away but if you wait too long I might have to go out and find some lucky stud to surprise.” She gave a nervous laugh. “Only kidding, I don’t want anyone but you to be the father.” I told her I’d think about it and let her know. She leaned over and gave me a hug and a kiss before gathering up the plates and heading back to the house. Was it my imagination or was she dancing and singing as she went.
Becka came and got me for supper. Time rushed by when you were busy. When we were done the sun was still up so we decided grab some towels and blanket and to go to the pond for a sunset swim. It was a typical hot, humid, Central Texas night and the cool water in the pond felt very nice. Just before the sun set we got out, dried of and laid on the blankets to watch the sunset. Mona and Janis were on either side of me with Naomi and Becka snuggling together next to us. Mona said they just wanted a nice quiet evening. They just wanted to lay out here and watch the stars. Janis was lying with her head on my chest when she started snoring about 30 minutes later. My laughing woke her up. “What?”
“You’re snoring.”
“Sorry, it happens when I’m tired. Can we go back and call it a night?”
We gathered up everything and went back to the house. When we were headed upstairs Naomi stopped me. “Do you want to help us tomorrow?” When I nodded she continued. “If Mona and Janis don’t mind why don’t you sleep with us? That way they can sleep in.” Mona and Janis said they were ok with it so I went down the hall to Naomi and Becka’s room with them. I don’t know what I expected but when they opened the door and we went in I was surprised to find it was all pink and frilly. When Becka saw me looking around she said, “What did you expect, a messy guy type room. We’re bisexual, not a pair of dykes. Climb up in the bed we’ll be right back.” They went into their bathroom and closed the door behind them.
I spent hours with these two nude every day but when they came out of their bathroom with their hair and makeup done and wearing sheer, blue baby dolls they looked so much sexier. It just proves women look better with something on. “We got these just for you, do you like them?”
“They do make you two look hot.” They jumped up on the bed and got next to me. They started rubbing their bodies against me thru the lace.
“That’s good because we promised to let you rest tonight so we’re sleeping in these.” Becka turned off the light and climbed back in with us. Once they were cuddled to me they each wrapped a hand around my dick. As it started to grow Becka whispered, “No baby, wait until morning.” Soon they were sound asleep. I could feel their slow breaths on my neck. I finally drifted off. Again, sometime in the middle of the night, I felt the bed move. Both hands went back on my shaft and as I started to raise my head there was a kiss on my cheek and a whisper, “Shhhhh, go back to sleep.” I did.
I woke up to sunlight streaming thru the windows. I opened my eyes and saw Mona. What the hell was going on? I woke
Mona and asked her what was happening. Sleepily she said “Go back to sleep I’ll explain it later.” I tried but curiosity was keeping my mind going. I tried to slide out from between them but Janis woke up.
“Where yah going?” I told her I was gonna start breakfast since they wanted to sleep in. “Take a shower with me and I’ll help.” We got out of bed without waking Mona and headed for the shower. When we were standing under the warm shower she took my dick and started rubbing it. “I’m starting to feel unloved. It’s been days since I got a real fucking from you. I think you should just bend me over and fuck me like you mean it.” My dick was hard and she just turned around, spread her kegs, bent over and put her hands against the wall. I turned off the water before kneeling behind her and putting my mouth over her sex.
I slid my tongue into her wet hole and tasted her tart juices. She moaned and wiggled her butt against my face as I continued to tongue her hole and slit. I stood up and put my shaft on her slit and rubbed it back and forth until it was slick with her juice. I put the head at the entrance to her beautiful pussy lips and slid the head in. “Mmmmm I need it all babe, don’t stop there.” As I slid the rest of the way in, she was moaning. “Ooooohhhhhh wwwooooowww, it’s been to long since I’ve felt that. Now work that stick in me and make me cum on it.” As I started fucking into her she began pushing back to meet me. It was only a few minutes when she started shaking. “Fuck damn it I’m cumming.” I wasn’t that close yet so I just started driving hard into her.
Her orgasm grew and I was holding her up by her waist since her wobbly legs weren’t doing a very good job. I lowered her to her knees and turned her to face me. I had her head in my hands and guided my dick to her lips. As she reached for my hips I told her to hold her hands behind her back. She clasped them together behind her as I slowly slid my shaft past her mouth and into her throat. When her nose was in my pubes I told her to look up at me. As she looked into my eyes I started making full strokes down her throat. I pulled out long enough for her to breath and slid right back down.
When my groin tightened I timed it so my shaft would be all the way in. As I slid it in I told her, “It we’re going to have a baby I won’t be wasting my sperm in your throat anymore so enjoy this.” As my cum erupted down her throat she tried to smile around my shaft and tears poured from her eyes. She didn’t move her hands until I finished pumping cum down her throat, pulled my shaft from her and let go of her head. She licked her lips and jumped up to throw her arms around my neck
“Are you serious we’re going to get pregnant? I need to get a checkup and find out if I can just stop my pills and when. I know Mona is your number one and she doesn’t want kids of her own but she will be a good mommy with us. Oh damn I’m so happy I can’t wait to tell Mona.”
“Why don’t we finish our shower and go down and do breakfast. Let her sleep and you can tell everyone while we eat.” We spent the next twenty minutes just soaping and rubbing each other then toweling each other dry. When we went down to the kitchen Janis was smiling and moving against me whenever she got a chance. When I asked her about it she said she was just so happy she couldn’t help herself. She just felt like touching me. Naomi and Becka came in just as we were finishing and I asked them to wake Mona when they went up stairs.
When the three of them came down and joined us Mona noticed Janis fidgeting in her seat. “Ok what’s up? You look like you’re about to bust.”
“We’re going to have a baby….Not right now but as soon as I get the ok from my doctor, I’m going to stop the pill.” All the girls were hugging and crying. You would have thought we won the lottery or something. After we ate Naomi and Becka went back out to work, Janis and Mona went to the office and I went back to work finishing the pit for this weekend. Just before lunch I finished the pit and moved it to the pond. While I was getting it setup and level Janis drove up in her car and got out carrying a basket and a blanket. “I hope you don’t mind? I’m still giddy from this morning. Mona said I was as useful as a ninny and might as well go spend the afternoon with you.”
She put the blanket out in the shade then pulled lunch out of the basket then sat down next to me so close I had to laugh. “If you let me eat you can get as close as you want after.” She blushed as she moved away just a little.
“I sorry, my late husband only wanted to parade me around like a prize horse and sex was infrequent and was just wham, bam, thank you ma’am. I run the business portion of this farm and you just want to make me feel good and fuck my brains out. That’s why I like doing things for you. Now I’m blithering. Eat lunch so I can get close.” I ate slowly just to watch her reaction. “Damn, any other time you eat like it’s your last meal.” She took my fork and tried to stuff potato salad in my mouth and missed. Now I had it all over my lap. I put my plate and drink down.
“You wanted to touch so why don’t you lick all this out of my lap?” I had tried to sound stern but she just giggled, bent down and started licking it up but she started wiping some up with a finger and smeared it on my dick.
“Oops I made another mess.” Then she laughed as she held it up and started licking it like a big lollipop. Every time she got it clean she had another ‘accident’. I finally got up and dragged her to the water with me and had her wash me off. She just kept giggling and rubbing my dick. We got out and dried off then she got on her knees holding my dick in her hands. “You said once we start trying for a baby I don’t get to swallow or feel you cum in my ass until I am, so until we start all we’re are going to is oral and anal and I want to start now. I’m going to suck your cock and you’re going to cum in my ass then I’m going to suck your cock again and when it gets hard you’re going to fuck my ass again. If I get it up again you’re going to fuck my mouth.”
She stretched her mouth around y shaft sucked it half in. she was stroking the bottom half in time with the bobbing of her head. When my shaft was rock hard she got on her hands and knees. “Now you get to fuck my ass hard.” I squatted behind her and pointed my dick at her dripping pussy. As it slid in she groaned but said “That’s not my ass baby.”
“I know but I want is slick with your nectar before I try to put it in your little ass.” I stroked until it felt slick then I pulled it out and put the head at her little rosebud and pushed. As the head entered she pushed back hard burying my dick to the balls.
“Oh god lover it’s been too long, we should do this more often.” As I drove into her she started hollering at the top up her lungs. “FUCK ME LOVER . FUCK MY ASS AND FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM. OH GOD YOUR BIG DICK FEELS SO GOOD STRETCHING MY ASS. POUND ME. FUCK ME. CUM IN MY ASS.” My balls were tightening when she threw her head back and pushed back the hardest yet. “OH GOD I’M CUMMING. CUM WITH ME LOVER FILL ME.” Cum blasted from my cock spraying the inside of her bowels. We both fell forward as I shot my load and my dick drove another ½” into her. “OH FUCK.”
We laid there for several minutes with me on top of her and my dick still in her ass until she tried to roll me off. I pulled out and started to lie next to her and hold her but she got up on her knees and pushed me over onto my back. “That’s just round one big guy.” She grabbed my cum slick dick in one hand and put it to her mouth as the other hand found its way to my ball sack. She was sucking and stroking but this time was pushing my dick just into her throat and swallowing around it. As her throat was kissing the head of my shaft her other hand was rubbing and squeezing my balls. It was only a couple of minutes until I was hard again.
This time she got up, straddled me, put my dick head to her ass and eased all the way down on it. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts. “You play with these and I’ll take care of the rest.” She put her hands on my chest and began rocking on her knees, sliding up until my shaft almost came out then easing back down until it was engulfed in her ass. “Mmmmm I love having your cock deep in my ass, I’ll do anything if you promise not to take this away.” I pulled a nipple from one of her perfect 34DD breasts into my mouth as I squeezed them and rolled the other one between my fingers. I switched between the nipples sucking and gently biting on them. She was riding me faster and faster until she jammed herself down on my lap and screamed. “OH MY FUCKING GOD.” Then she squirted all over me.
She sat there breathing deep for several minutes before she started rocking on my shaft again. It was only a few minutes more and it was my turn. “I’m ready to fill your ass again.”
“Nnnnoooooo don’t, I changed my mind.” She jumped off of me, got between my legs and put her mouth on my dick, sucking on the head like a straw as she stroked the shaft with both hands. Her cheeks bulged as she swallowed as fast as she could. When I finished she licked the shaft clean before sitting back on her heels and smacking her lips. “I didn’t want to take the chance you wouldn’t have enough for me to eat.” She lay down next to me with a leg over me and he head on my chest. That’s how Mona, Naomi and Becka found us when they showed up about 5pm.
“I got lonely in the house and asked Naomi and Becka if they had seen you. When they said no we decided to come out here. It looks like you have been enjoying yourself.”
Janis said we have. “My ass and belly are full of his wonderful cum. Now that you woke us up I’m headed to the water.” But she didn’t go alone. Mona helped her drag me up and all five of us were soon shoulder deep in the water. Naomi and Becka were off to the side making out. Mona and Janis sandwiched me with Mona in the front.
Mona had a fake pout on. “I’ve been feeling a little left out lately. When are you and I going to do something?”
“Tomorrow is Thursday so I was thinking of taking my bike and picking up my last paycheck. I told them I would, so they never mailed it. Do you want to go with me? We could make a day of it?”
“I can’t. I have an appointment with our feed supplier. I guess you and Ms. Ninny can go. She’s turned into a real flake.” Mona was laughing as Janis came around me and pushed her underwater. I just stood there and enjoyed the show as two naked women had a water fight. When they both came up sputtering and laughing we went back up to the blankets where Naomi and Becka had moved their make out session. “Are we going to have to throw water on you two or do you want us to leave you here for the night.”
As they moved to a sixty nine position Becka said “Just leave us one of the trucks and we’ll come home later.” Mona rode with me in my truck and Janis took her car back. When we got inside we weren’t hungry so we went to the media room to watch TV. There was nothing we wanted to watch so Mona surprised me by getting out a wireless keyboard and mouse. She put the projector on computer and started typing in an address. The window that opened had a lot of pictures of young women. She clicked on one and another window opened with the girl in about half of it.
“What’s this?”
“It’s a webcam site and guys pay them so they can watch. Naomi told me about it. She says she know a couple of the girls that do this. She says guys pay for them to get nude, dance, masturbate and some get paid just for talking. I was looking for the girls she knows but they’re not on tonight.” Mona started surfing thru the girls until she saw two of them on one cam, Twin blondes asking for tips to do private girl on girl shows. “What would you think if Janis and I did that?”
“Girl on girl sounds good to me.”
“No dufus, the cam girl part.”
“Well do I get a free pass?”
“You have the real deal isn’t that enough?”
“I just don’t know about sharing with hundreds of other guys.”
“We were hoping you’d say that, but we weren’t thinking about doing it anyway.” She smiled at Janis. “But if you really like girl on girl I think we could do one right here, right now, if you want to watch.” She got up off the couch taking Janis with her. Janis laid on her back with her legs to me and Mona began sucking on one nipple while pinching and pulling on the other. Janis took the cue and was doing the same to Mona. After a few minutes Mona rose up and put Janis’ legs behind her arms then grabbed my legs and pulled me to join them on the floor. She had me sit with my legs outside Janis and our butts touching. This let me lean back against the couch as Mona took turns sucking on my dick or sucking on Janis pussy and stroking my shaft.
I was leaning back with my eyes closed when Becka’s voice startled me. “And Mona wanted to throw water on us. Since no one fixed dinner can we join you her for a snack?” before any one answered Naomi got on her knees butt to butt with Mona so Janis could lick them both. Becka put her knees on the couch on either side of my head and slid forward until my lips were against her pussy. I grabbed her hips and put my mouth tight over her hot hole and probed it with my tongue. I couldn’t see what was going on now, but the moaning and groaning coming from Mona, Janis and Naomi was almost matched by the sounds coming from Becka as I licked her juices from her hole then tortured her clit with my tongue. Mona was doing an excellent job on my dick. When it wasn’t going deep, in and out of her throat, her hand was making tight rapid strokes on the shaft.
As Becka threw her head back and yelled, her pussy squirted like a broken water hose. I let loose with a blast of cum that hit Mona in the face just as she was moving to suck on my shaft. I heard her squeal, “He just sprayed my face with cum.” When Mona sat up Becka slid down the front of me until she was straddling my lap with my dick pressed between us. As she rubbed her ass against it she kissed my face and licked at her cum on my face. Soon she giggled a little and got up.
“Let me go get a wash cloth and clean us up.” When she moved I saw that Janis had sat up and with Naomi was licking my cum from Mona’s face. I looked up at the computer screen on the wall and the blonde twins were locked in a torrid 69 with each licking the others pussy and using a large dildo on their ass. Becka came back with warm cloths and we cleaned each other up then sat watching the two blondes. Mona was leaning on my right side with one hand cupping my balls while Naomi was sitting on my left side absently stroking my shaft and talking to us.
“Aren’t they beautiful? Look at the way they are loving each other. It almost looks like a mirror. I wonder if their boyfriends can tell them apart.’ She turned to look at me. “Imagine waking up between those two. I bet you would love that wouldn’t you?” My dick pulsed as she gave it a firm squeeze but she was right. That would be every red blooded male’s fantasy. “You’ve got one blonde already. Becka’s the youngest, so she can get a blonde wig and we can make your dreams come true.” We sat and watched until the twins both came and sat up together.
They looked at the camera as they sat arm in arm gently touching and stroking each other. “We will be signing off” “in a little while and” “be off for about four or five days.” “We are moving to a better house and” “want to have everything perfect for our loyal fans.” If was amazing how they each could just take over talking when the other stopped, without missing a beat. We were watching messages pop up asking them to do more things before they signed off. The only one they answered was when someone gave them a 100 token tip and asked them to dildo each other’s pussy. “You must be new here and haven’t read our profile.” “We do oral, anal, spankings,” “role play and a few other things” “but nothing goes in out pretty little pussies” “until we find the man who we thinks” “deserves to bust our cherries.” They said good night and sweet dreams and the screen went blank except for a message that said their webcam was off line.
There was a block under that that said ‘Profile’. It gave a lot of information like they were twins, 19 years old in two months and lived in the US. The part that caught our attention was that they were still virgins and when the time and man was right they would do a very private show and let the ten high bidders watch via webcam. I sure would like to be one of the winners. I was going to keep an eye on this site. It was getting late and the ladies wanted to go to bed so we turned everything off and went up stairs. When we got upstairs Naomi and Becka went to their room playing grab ass as they went. I was spent and glad Mona and Janis just wanted to cuddle and go to sleep.
I must have been tired. I didn’t feel it when the ladies changed beds. Becka woke me and Naomi and said “Let’s go to work.” They were doing this every night and I knew they were up to something but I hadn’t figured it out yet. Naomi told Becka to drive when we went to the other property. She said she was tired of driving and watching. She also said we needed an electric gate so they could stay on my lap all the way there and the trip back. She had several good orgasms, one each way but I was still not quite there when we got home. We walked in the kitchen with Naomi still holding my cock and ran into Mona.
Naomi said, “I need Bill to help me with something upstairs. Holler when breakfast is ready.”
We heard Mona behind us. “I can guess what you need.” She was still laughing when we got to the top of the stairs. Naomi led me into her bedroom, laid down on her back on the bed with her head over the edge and said, “It’s your turn. Fuck my throat like a pussy, but cum in my mouth so I can taste it.” As I moved close she grabbed my dick with one hand, to guide it to her mouth, and grabbed my ass with the other to pull me closer. She pulled harder as my dick disappeared into her mouth. When it was as deep as it would go she pushed me back and pulled me back in. Soon I was rapidly driving my dick down her throat 5 or 6 times then letting her take a breath before doing it again. 3 or 4 minutes later as I started to blow I pulled my dick out until only the tip was between her lips and stroked my dick as cum pumped into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed as she held it all.
When I was done she sat up and smiled around her mouthful of my cum before swallowing several times and licking her lips. “That’s the second best taste I know. Only my Becka is better. Now let’s go get some food.” We went downstairs and joined the others for breakfast. When Naomi started wolfing down bacon and pancakes Becka said, “And you’re still hungry”. “Hey I worked up an appetite getting that treat ready this morning.” Then Becka looked at me. “What’s your excuse?”
“Hey I’m just a growing boy.”
“Mmmmm, growing? Maybe we should do a little measuring later? You know see how many tongues long it is or see how many lips around? “
“It will have to be much later. Janis and I are going to Austin on the bike.”
“Don’t keep him out to late. We have a big day tomorrow.”
“Want to let me in on this?”
“Nope it’s a surprise.” And that was the end of that conversation.
After breakfast Naomi and Becka went to work and Mona went to get ready for her appointment. Janis and I went up to get dressed for our ride. I got dressed and went down to get the bike. When I pulled up to the front door Janis came out in super low rise jeans, a shear with blouse with pockets that covered her nipples and a pair of heels that looked like she was in tip toes. Her ponytail was bouncing behind her as she did her best Peg Bundy impression. She was taking short bouncy steps and yelling “Bill, Bill wait for me.” I was staring at those 34DD breasts bouncing behind the pockets when she stopped in front of me. In that high pitch whine Peg Bundy used she said, “Biiillllll, do you think your friends will like me? I want them to like me so you will be happy.”
I gave her a helmet to put on. “But Bbiiillll, this is for a guy.” I promised to get her one that was more feminine when we got to town. She got on behind me, wrapped her arms around me and pressed those large globes into my back. “I know you have a sissy bar but I just wanted to remind you what’s back here.” We headed into Austin and my first stop was a shop where I had bought my leathers and helmet. When I walked in with Janis doing her Peg Bundy walk I noticed the guy behind the counter smile as his eyes went to her breasts bouncing in the sheer blouse.
“We need a Skid Lid with something for a woman on it.” He took us to a rack of helmets and Janis picked out one that was black with a pink design and a retractable sunshield. He went in back and brought out several sizes and when she found one that fit I went to pay for it. Just as I pulled out my card Janis hollered.
“Bbiiillll, will you buy me one of these cute leather vests?” The guy behind the counter smiled and set the helmet aside as I went to see what she wanted. When I got to her in a lower voice she said, “This will make me look like your hot biker chick.” She was holding up a thin, soft leather vest with laces on both sides and a front zipper. When I showed him what she wanted he asked her measurement and went in back again. She tried on the one he brought out and frowned. “It’s too big.” He smiled again and handed her a different one.
“I thought you might say that.” She put this one on but it wouldn’t zip up all the way up.
“I like this one. Bbiiillll can I have it pplleeeaaasss?” I said yes and she asked where she could change. I was surprised. Any other time she would have done it right there. When she was pointed to a back room she grabbed my arm and pulled me with her. “I might need some help.” As soon as we went in the room she closed and locked the door then slipped of the blouse she had on. Instead of putting on the vest she got on her knees and unzipped my pants. Without a word she pulled out my dick and started sucking on it like a woman possessed. She took her mouth off my shaft and was stroking it rapidly. “Bet you didn’t think you were going to get a blow job before lunch.” She kept up the stroking until precum started leaking out then used her tongue to keep it from dripping.
She put her mouth back over the head as I started jerking towards her then sucked down every drop as I shot a load of cum in her mouth. She kept sucking and stroking until I made her stop because the head of my dick was so sensitive. She licked the head of my dick one more time to watch me jerk then put my dick back in my pants and zipped me up. She stood up and put on the vest, zipping it as far as possible. That meant it liked 6 inches making it to the top and a lot of her tits were exposed. The nipples were barely covered. “Well do you think your friends will like it?” She was bouncing up and down making those globes jiggle.
When we went back out to the counter to pay he asked if everything was ok. Janis wiped a corner of her mouth and smiled. “Yep we got it aaalll straightened out.” He looked at me like he wanted to say something but just rang up the purchase. I paid and we took off to pick up my check. When we got to my old work site I went in the office to say hello to my old boss. He wanted to know if there was anything that would bring me back to work. I walked him to a window and pointed.
“Can you match that?” Janis had gotten of the bike and was standing there in those heels, low cut jeans and that leather vest that wouldn’t zip up. She had taken the band off of her hair and looked like she was absentmindedly running her hand thru her blonde hair. If you didn’t know her you would have thought she was the epitome of the blonde bimbo and from the looks she was getting from the guys working they did and were jealous.
“No I don’t think I can but good luck. Your always welcome back here.” I didn’t want to tell him there were three more at the house waiting for me. Why rub it in. when I came back out she made a big production of bouncing over to hug me, then stretching her arms back to tie her hair, pushing her tits out farther, then bending over to make sure her foot pegs were down. By the time we rode out everyone on the site had a real good look at ‘My New Girlfriend’. As we rode she leaned forward and squeezed me.
“We need to find some place for lunch. We need to use the restroom.”
“You need a restroom?”
“No dummy, WE need a restroom.”
“Ooooohhhh.” I pulled into a place that I knew had both restrooms at the end of a hallway and Janis led the way in.
We ordered and when we got the food she got up and said “Follow me in two minutes.” I waited then went to the ladies room and knocked softly. Janis opened the door naked and pulled me inside. She unbuttoned my Levis and pulled them down before turning around and leaning on the sink. Now fuck me. My pussy is wet and waiting for your cock.” I put it between her legs and slid it back and forth until it was slick with her juices. I put the head at the entrance to her pussy and pushed it all the way in. she had a hand over her mouth to stifle a yell as I pounded her hard. Just a few minutes later I filled her with a blast of my cum. She was breathing hard and biting her lip to keep from screaming.
I pulled my dick out and reached for some paper towels to clean up but she stopped me. “That’s my job.” Then she got down on her knees and licked my shaft until it was clean before pulling up my Levis. I slipped out the door and went back to the table. A few minutes later Janis came out with a big smile on her face. “Now I’m starved.” We headed home after we ate and as soon as we pulled out of the lot she unzipped her vest and pulled up the back of my shirt. She pressed her tits to my back and rubbed them against me all the way home. She kept saying, “Thank you for a wonderful ride. We’ll have to do it again.”
When we pulled up at the house, Mona, Naomi and Becka came out to greet us. The first thing they noticed was Janis open vest. Naomi spoke up. “Looks like you two had a good time.” When Janis started to tell them about our adventure they all headed inside to get comfortable and listen to her wild tale. I rode around back and put the bike in the shed then went in to find them. They were in the glassed in room with the couch folded out into a bed. They were all sitting on it holding glasses of wine and talking excitedly. When they saw me Mona said “She really gave you a blow job in a changing room?”
“And a damn good one, I thought about cumming on her tits and making her wear it all day.”
“Mmmmm, I would have done anything you asked. Besides I think it would have been fun to see the look on his face when I wiped some off and put it on my lips. Why don’t you shed those clothes and join us.” I went a grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge then stripped and joined them sitting in the middle of that bed, leaning against the back, with four lovely ladies snuggled around me I wondered how life could be any better. They all wanted to know when they could go for a ‘ride’. I told them any time they wanted to go I would take them anywhere.
“Do we get to go shopping there to?”
“As long as you don’t give the guy a heart attack or get us kicked out, I think we can make it happen.” They drank some more wine and I had a few more beers as we sat and watched the sun go down. The ladies decided they were tired and ready for bed. Janis and Becka told me to give them a 5 minute head start. They had a surprise for me. When I walked into the bedroom Becka had on a blonde wig and she and Janis were in a sixty nine. When they saw me they laughed and got up.
You liked those twins the other night so we thought you might like to sleep with two blondes. We have to let you rest tonight, Mona’s orders, because tomorrow is your big surprise so get in here and lets snuggle.” I went to sleep with two blonde heads on my shoulders.
For the first time in a week when I woke up it looked like I had the same to women in bed with from the night before. When I gave them a little shake they just snuggled a little closer and didn’t wake. I figured as long as they wanted to press their warm girl flesh against me I might as well enjoy it and closed my eyes. When I woke up again it was to a pair of lips on my dick and another pair on my testicles. They were doing a wonderful job and in a few minutes I started shooting cum and felt both set of lips on the head of my dick. “God ladies that is a wonderful way to wake up.”
I opened my eyes when I heard voices I didn’t recognize say, “Thank you Mr. Bill” in unison. I saw two blondes but it wasn’t Janis and Becka. In fact I couldn’t tell them apart.

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Fantasm

Friday

Sort of meant to continue the previous stories and then didn’t.

True Story

blackmailed to pose nude

Hi, my name is Lyn, I want to tell what happened to me. A few months ago.
I know I’ve been a bitch and a stupid girl. I’ve done something to really
hurt my husband. I will never do it again. I don’t really wont to go into what
I’ve done but just to say it was not very nice.
I don’t know why as I love my husband so much. But I begged
my husband for a second chance, and he agreed. I know he loves me and
I was so sorry for what I did. I love him so much; I was prepared to do
anything he asked. I just wanted us to get back together. But I did not
expect him to forgive so easily .
My husband had just joined a camera club in a nearby town and I didn’t think
anything of it, but that’s when he tells. me that on their next meeting
I must be there model, for the night.
At first I’m not so worried I know I have a big bust but I’ve
lost a lot of weight. I tell him that I will have to go and buy a new bikini.
Oh no says my husband; you wont need that or any other cloths.
You will be posing in the nude. Since you are so keen to share
your body, you can show all my friends at the club, everything you
have on offer. And if you’re coy about any of the poses then woe betide
you, of cause you can say no.
But then how will I know you are really sorry. What I want is for
you to do everything they ask, to do every pose without a word.
Of course that really has me in a spin. I have never posed before,
even for my husband and, only two other men have seen me in
the nude, never a whole room full of men. He knows I can’t refuse
and at the end of that week my big night was here. My husband drove
me to the club, and we arrived around 7.00pm, my husband reminds
me what I have got to do, every pose no question he says.
A guy called Steve greeted us at the door. He thank me for coming
and asks If he could get me anything.
I ask for a drink to calm my shaking hands, I’m shaking with
nerves; at first everything seems better than Id feared. My husband
friends seem really grateful im here .There seems to be a lot of men in here.
I start to feel quite flattered that this many men have come to see me.
I finish my drink quickly as I am led to the centre of the room, which
is quite dark. There is a double bed there, with a lot of studio lights
shining onto the bed. The men are gathering round quietly talking
to themselves, getting their cameras ready, and adjusting the lights.
A couple of them start to take some photos.
I pose first in a loose red coloured dress with a deep cleavage.
I turn my head this way and that way as asked, there are about
15 or so men clicking away around me. Giving me instruction
I begin to blossom.
My confidence begins to grow. But I’m still very nervous.
They obviously think I’m quite good, it hardly bothers me when.
I am asked to lose my dress. Everyone is so friendly here.
I undo the zip on my back and I pull my dress over my shoulders
and off my arms and it slips to the floor.
This all happens at a very fast pace. Now I am down to my underwear. The men move in a little, closer now to have a better look.
I have to bend down, turn my body this way and that. I begin to worry if I have to do this, if and when I am nude. I am sure my husband will stop me from going nude, he is a jealous guy.
I am sure he was only joking about me going completely nude. I start to tingle a little now. I adjust my hair and move my head as requested. The men move around the bed taking it in turns ,to photograph me, I take it this is the way its done all of them taking there turn.
My head is spinning as I am now asked to take my bra off. I look at Dave thinking he’s bound to, stop this now, but he justs smiles at me. So I unclip my bra slowly, I let the straps come over my elbows.
I hold my bra over my breasts, to catch my breath, my heart is pounding in fear and I slowly remove my bra, exposing my breasts. There seems to be a lot of camera clicks It seems quite natural and reasonable, and not as bad as I thought it would be. There are lots of flattering remarks about the beauty of my bust next, I hold them up and squeeze and pull my nipples as I am asked. Now I am told to cup them in both hands as if I’m offering them to cameras. I have to hold these poses for all the guys to capture, them with their cameras. Now I have to dampen my nipples, with my finger. I put my hands above and behind my head, to fully expose my breasts, as asked.
I feel cold being topless, my nipples are hard and erect. I think the men like them being like this. Next I am told to pull my knickers down to my knees. I look at Dave and he smiles at me. I want him to stop this now, but I know he will not.
I don’t want to do this but I have no choice, so I slowly pull my knickers down to my knees as asked. And to stand with my hands behind my head. The men move around taking their photos. I pull my knickers up because I am now told to get on the bed. The men gather round .I continue to pose while I am on the bed, the men can’t take their eyes of my breasts. I lie on my back on the bed. I feel very vulnerable, with this many men closing around me.
Still the men take their turns, to take my picture in an orderly fashion. .
Now Dave tells me, to open my legs, and to pull my knickers to one side. I am exposing my open pussy to these men
Why does he want everyone to see my pussy?
I think oh god do I have to do this. But I know I must do what I am told so I slowly pull them to one side to expose my pussy for the first time. The men try to get a better view, as they zoom in with their cameras.
They all seem to be moving in closer. Dave tells them to be patient, you will all get a good close up look at her pussy she is going to show you everything she has to offer. This frightens me I wonder what he expects to happen. I have to wait with my hand pulling my knickers to one side, for everyone to focus and to take his snap.
I am now told to take my knickers off, I pull them slowly over my knees and kick them of my ankles, I am so nervous. I am now totally naked now for all to see. I keep my legs closed because I don’t want anyone to have a close up look at my pussy. All the men take my picture. I cant believe that I am lying naked on a bed with 15 odd men looking down at me.
I think my husband has had enough of my embarrassment. And will now stop this for me. To my utter surprise it goes on.
I am so embarrassed and now the sensation of being nude under the gaze of so many men’s eager eyes really scares me. The atmosphere has now changed it looks as if my husband’s punishment has worked for him. I am told to lie down on to the bed, some of the poses I am being asked to do are showing a lot more than I like. I am now told to turn around on the bed and to go onto all fours and to open my legs. I now know my worst fears are going to happen, they will all get to look at my pussy in great detail and I cant stop them. I slowly do as I am asked and I turn onto my back and go onto my hand and knees. I face away from the men. Now I am told to push my ass into the air and to arch my back fully. Someone tells me to spread my legs open so they can see my pussy.
I know the men are seeing me in a very obscene way. They can see every little detail of my exposed pussy.
I can sense the men like me in this pose, there are seeing me doggy style.
I have to turn my head smile and to look at them, while they take their pictures. I also have to hold my head up high. I notice some of the men nudge each other and smile to themselves, while staring at my pussy. I am giving them all an unobstructed view of my open pussy.
My husband is the only man to have seen me in this position. Nobody else has seen me like this. Never mind a whole room full of men.
The sound of camera clicks and zoom lens focusing in to record my total embarrassment and now I must touch my pussy with my hand.
Next I am told to turn over and to lie on my back, I always seem to have to move my legs just that bit further apart.
Slowly my legs are being opened by them, so they can see my pussy. Inch by inch, my legs open. Now I am flat on my back and my legs spread as wide as I can get them.
And I know from where the photographers are standing they are getting good close up photos of my exposed pussy. The men still take it in turns to photograph me. I always have to keep smiling for them, as if I am really enjoying this situation I am in. Cameras pointing right at my open pussy.
I look into their faces I don’t see anyone I know, which is a blessing. Then as they move around and this man moves right in front on me, I look up and I think I know him, its John, this can’t be happening to me. I can’t believe it. What is he doing here, why has Dave let him come here tonight, knowing what is going to happen, to me. How could he let John in to look at me in these obscene and exposed position. I look at Dave and he has seen me recognized John and now he has a smile on his face. My legs are spread as wide as I can get them and revealing my open pussy. And John of all people is standing and staring at my open legs. I feel totally ashamed; I feel my face go red with embarrassment, how can I look him in the face after he has seen me like this. This guy lives in our street. Also he is from school he always had the hots for me, but I can’t stand him. He has always given me the creeps. I felt sorry for him, in school so I would say hello, only because nobody else would. I know husband can’t stand him.
So why is he here? How could my husband let that freak come here?
He always scared me.
Now he’s a balding fat man, with no personal hygiene.
He’s never married. A very sad man. I am sure he spies on me.
I have seen him at the back of our house looking into my bedroom.
He moves to the end of the bed with his camera around his neck, and
a huge smirk on his face.
I think oh no please not him. I can see his beady little eyes close
together. A wicked smile tells it all.
He tells me to look straight at him, and then tells me to smile for him.
I can’t believe that this man is telling me what to do. Anybody apart from him.
So now I smile for him and I can see him laughing.
He’s pointing his camera straight into my face and then down to my
breasts and then my open legs and pussy. He wants me to know
he is looking at my exposed pussy. He must be getting a good
thrill out of this, at my expense.
Now after all these years, he is now seeing me naked with
my legs spread wide open for him.
And now he starts to click away taking his dirty photos of me. I think it can’t get any worse now; I close my eyes in utter shame. I keep seeing his laughing face, in my mind. I feel very scared, naked and venerable, I want to close my legs and cover up. I want to wake up and find out this is all a dream, but I know it is not going to happen this is for real.
Now he tells me to open my eyes and to look at him. Look happy he says. How could I be happy with him taking my photos? I can hear his zoom lens going in and out as he focuses on my open legs. I can see a little sweat on his forehead. He now lowers himself down level with my open legs to take his next shot.
Now he tells me to touch myself to open my lips for him to look inside, you know you want to show me everything he says. I know for sure I don’t want to show him anything, I certainly don’t even want him anyway near me. I can live the thought that nobody knows me, here. And I will not see any of them ever again, but this is to close to home. This has to be my worst nightmare. And I just don’t want him telling me what I must do. But I know I have to obey is what Dave said, so I do what John has told me and , I move my fingers onto on my pubic mound then slowly feeling for my pussy lips.
I hold them lightly in my fingers and I slowly pull them apart for John to look at inside. His eyes are staring at my pussy and then they grow big, and his mouth is open, this has to be his wildest dreams coming true. Look into my camera he says, cant you pull your lips wider apart. I take a better grip and open up my pussy for John to look at. Can you imagine what John can see,
how turned on he must be at having the power to tell my what to do. I know can’t refuse. It’s the utter shame of all this, how can I let this freak look at me, like this. How could my husband let John look at me like this? Now he bends down for a closer look, I can feel his eyes straining to take this image of my pussy. All the time his camera is recording my naked body, mainly my open pussy. He has waited a long time for this moment and is enjoying every second of it. Getting all the best photos he wants. But he hasn’t finished yet, he tells me to pull my lips even wider apart one at a time for him to have a better look inside. Tenderly I pull my lips open again for him he is looking deep into me. He is staring right at my pussy. I still have to smile for him. He thinks this is a private show just for him. Or could this be his pay back time for me. I know he is looking right into my pussy. Nice cunt I always wondered what it looked like he tells me. He’s only a few inches away, and looking straight at me and then down too my pussy again. He’s taking in every detail, and photographing what he sees. I know he is enjoying every moment of this ;
All his prays have been answered. He’s giving my pussy a good inspection. He is getting all the close up shots he wants.
Now has me to stretch my lips open again with one hand to show my pink. I touch and pull open my lips as wide as I can. I know I can’t stop him. Now another guy stands at the end of the bed. My turn he says and John moves away. He tells me in a deep voice to lift my ass up so he can get a closer look. The men are only interested in close ups of my open pussy.
And then points his camera at my pussy and clicks away. I hold this pose for all of them to capture it. I also see John with his camera at his face snapping away. They all take there turns to have a good look. This is a free once in a lifetime opportunity to look and photograph a willing girl. To put her in the most so embarrassing poses they can think up. To do anything they want.
And that’s when my husband bends down and whispers in my ear. There only one thing Lyn you, cant do and that’s you must not come. I then see Dave lean over and talk into John’s ear. I can’t hear what is being said. But I soon realize what was said.
Hideously embarrassed I close my eyes in shame as I am told by John, to fondle my bare breasts and to slip one finger up my pussy hole until I’m gently masturbating myself. He tells me to open my eyes; I must look at him. Most of the men are laughing at me as I lie on the bed , legs wide apart openly
fingering myself in front of them. I have eye contact with John. He is really enjoying making me do these embarrassing things to myself. He getting all of his kicks in one night. And there I am one finger up, hand on breast for filling his dreams and my nightmare. Now he is just standing watching me with a smile on his face. Imagine the one person you hate most of, all telling you to put a finger up love all the way, don’t hold back because I am here. Now pull it down and push up again faster, you know how to do it he says. John of all people is now telling me how I should masturbate, how degrading can it get. Now he is laughing at me, I still have to do what he says. Ok he says slip another finger in if you want to. All I see are faces gathered round studying my every move.
This is a free peep show for my husband’s friends. It’s total humiliation for me. There is laughter now, as I do what I am told, by John. Its as if its one big joke is being played on me. He now tells me to smile for him while I play with myself. He lowers himself down level with the bed.
I can feel his breath on my pussy he is that near to me. Its as if I am playing with myself over him. Him of all people. Next he tells me to stop and to leave my finger in, he bends down and takes a closer inspection. His nose is so close its nearly touching my pussy. I cringe with the thought he has seen me in a position like this. All I see are camera lens pointing either in my face or pussy zooming in for the close up shots.
My finger is half way in and he puts his camera to his face for a really close up shot of my finger and pussy together .Every camera click is recording my most intermit and personal parts of my body. I carry on masturbating after being told to do so, but John just watches my fingers going in and out of my pussy. He must be having the time of his life with this show I am giving him.
All I can hear are the camera clicks, recording this most obscene event, for there amusement. There I am legs wide apart finger up my pussy, hand on breast.
Gently masturbating myself for there entertainment. I pull my finger out and someone says look at the juices. I quickly wipe my finger. Maybe none of them has seen a girl masturbate before, but they sure have now. Even John of all people has witnessed me fingering myself. Now someone else moves to the end of the bed and I am told to hold my hand out. He gives me a cucumber, and his eyes go big. I can’t believe my husband will let this happen of all things. But for now I have to gone on. And then the camera goes to his face. The men all gather round .I tenderly pull my lips apart and I feel myself little wet, and the men start to laugh and snigger at me. I push it up slowly. I see John camera to his eye. Now the cameras go for it. They take it in turns to come to the end of the bed to take their pictures for this is now so obscene. John is a little way back after someone told him to move, but he is still capturing this intimate moment. Someone is now holding my ankles. I can’t move my opened legs. And I am still playing with myself. This has to be the best show they have ever seen. All around me are a sea of men’s faces, and my husband is watching me put on a show for all his friends. The cucumber feels really big. I am told to use two hands, to push it up.
As they photograph me. Now I am told to slip my hand under my leg and to grab the cucumber, so they can get a better look as it goes in. I am fulfilling all of their dreams .I am told to take my time, as they have all night. I can see the look on their faces, as I push and pull this cucumber in and out.
There are enjoying this spectacle, of being in total command. I hear a zoom lens close in on my pussy and another click, records this big cucumber deep inside me. Next someone’s takes the cucumber out of my hands and replaces it with a pink colored penis vibrator. I’m told to go and work on myself again. I think fuck it I will show them and I go faster and faster, but then I see my husband and he is shaking his head from side to side. I stop because I was going to cum but my husband said that I was not allowed. I leave the pink vibrator embedded in my pussy. And just put my hands above my head. I need a rest.
But I still hear the normal sound of the cameras, going off. Over the sound of the buzzing of the vibrator.
All of the men come to the end of the bed in their turn to photograph me. Legs wide vibrator sticking out but still going while I just look into they eyes, at the sorry men. I look down and someone is removing the vibrator. And gently pushes up a black one in. I can’t be bothered to stop him.
I just lie back and I just let them to get on with it. I am told to have some fun, and I begin to satisfy they demands once more, as I push up the vibrator again.
Then I feel something else is near my pussy lips. Its fighting the vibrator for my pussy hole, oh no its John I see his thick dirty looking fingers with dirt under his nails and a big cheer goes up as he rams a couple of fingers up me. And he pulls the vibrators away. He spreads my lips apart and looks straight at me. To my horror, he tells the guys have a good look and pulls his fingers, out to show my juices. This time as he pulls my lips it hurts me, but the men don’t care they just want to see my pink inner lips.
I can’t believe John of all people has just fingered me. My legs are pulled open again. He is now moving towards my head. And is pulling his trousers down. I see his under pants and they are dirty.
He pulls them down. And starts to rub his erect cock. I think oh god not this of all things haven’t they seen enough now. He now stands by the edge of the bed, the men are shouting suck him suck him.
They now want a free sex show. No way I am going to do this. My husband comes and holds my hand, he bends down to my ears and whispers swallow it all. I shake my head and scream no. But he just says do it. I turn my head and I can smell his cock. It just touches my nose. He pushes it against my lips.
And now he bounces his cock on my chin. My worst nightmare has just came true I am about to suck John the geek off, in front of the other guys. Why him of all people, and for this to be filmed as well.
Just the embarrassment and the pain and shame of what I am been asked to do. And he pushes his cock into my lips, and against my teeth. I open my mouth and close my lips around his shaft. It touches the roof of my mouth; I can taste his pre-cum in my mouth. I grab at the shaft of his cock as he forces it deep in my throat. I touch his cock with my tongue, to stop me from gagging and he pushes and pulls my head. He is wanking himself off in my mouth. He then passes his camera to the man next to him and tells him to capture this moment on film. And starts to pump again .He grabs my hair and pull my head down. In the corner of my eye I see, the camera has came in for a close up shot of his
cock in my mouth. Another pair of pants being lowered the other side of me.
A camera is by pushed near my face, to capture the moment when he cums over my face.
I can hear the ripple of the camera clicks as everyone films this moment. He pulls himself out and shots his spunk all over my face. My mouth eyes, and neck. It’s hot and sticky. And smells. He bounces his cock against my lips and has a tug to get the last of his spunk to drip onto my lips. And before I know it his cock is back in my mouth and I taste his cum. I can feel all eyes are on me
He pulls out his cock and my head is turned the other way and another cock goes in. I’m now gagging and above me 3 or 4 guys are busy wanking themselves over my face .I feel hot spunk over my tits and face. Everyone is laughing. People are cheering as spunk showers me. They are still taking photos of this. John grabs my head and wipes his cock in hair. I am now being abused as never before I am there sex toy for the evening. He bends down and says that was better than a fuck. But now I have the photos to wank over. The men carry on, still laughing at me. All of them wank over my face and body. I cant close my legs then last man comes over pulls my head back wanks, himself and empties, his load half in my mouth and half over my face. He puts his cock back into, my mouth so I can clean his cock. I’ve had so much spunk down my throat I feel sick. I see John turn round and take a photo of me with a cock a mouth.
My husbands thank the guys for coming saying what a great show it was. Afterwards when we got home I ask him why he did it and he says to teach me a lesson.
I asked him why nobody had fucked me. He said I didn’t want them to. And for me not to enjoy myself.
There is no way I enjoyed myself it was the most embarrassing, degrading and shameful night of my life. Also why was John of all people was allowed to come knowing that we both hate him and with him living so close to where we live. Well Dave says he has fancied you for a long time, can you imagine how happy John is now. I thought this would be his dream coming true. He can wank himself over you as often as he wants now. He has all the pictures he needs.
And because of what you done to me. I thought why not John, you humiliated me I will humiliate you. Who better than John .I know but I sucked him of as well, I swallowed his spunk.
Do you know how that feels? He has seen me in the most intermit and obscene poses any woman can do. I was naked my legs spread as wide as I could get them, and he has seen me like this. I even had to masturbate in front of him. Using my fingers a cucumber and vibrators.
He has seen every part of my body; also I was covered in spunk, giving your friends blowjobs. He has watched me do all of these things and you don’t care. And now he has pornographic photos, of me .He has seen every part of my body how could you let that happen? Why did you let all of you mates wank over me, I ask. I think we are even now he says.

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My Summer Back Home: Part Two

Part two of My Summer Back Home. Word count: 37,784, almost double the last. I spent time editing, as requested. I tried to cut down the line count for the paragraphs. I hope y’all enjoy the editing ticks, finding the reading all the more pleasurable. Please leave comments, lewd or not, constructive or admirable. I accept all. Farewell lovely readers, enjoy the incestuous tale of Julia and Jace. (Written by an amateur 18 year old male)

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Slaveworld Spy Episode 2

Peaches followed the tug of her lead to the Franklin Gate she’s helped set up. The first world they were going to was the 13th in the series listed by Franklin, the one she’d suggested herself, was her destination. But she wasn’t going alone!
Peaches’ original plan had been to attempt to enter the societies she would be visiting, alone, and use her Slaveworld-given charms and training to bring back things that Samuel and his society would find useful. But the Slaveworlders were a bit unsure about letting her off her leash. They didn’t think she’d escape, she realised as they discussed it over cards, her head in Lady Cleobell’s lap. They just didn’t want to entrust something that was actually important to a slave! It just rubbed them all the wrong way.
So Peaches was going simply as herself. No disguises. Rather than reveal the existence of a Gate, the man who held her lead would tell the citizens of the world they were about to enter a cover story, and her role would be similar to her own original plan, except that she would have n respite from slavery even while on her mission!
Peaches, her new name engraved on a shiny metal disk hanging from her cute pink collar, shivered in fear. Her mind was a whirl of emotions, and one of the strongest was confusion – what had she done? How had she landed herself here? The man holding her lead was a tall, patrician-looking minor aristocrat, a friend of the family of Colonel Ewing, Peaches’ legal owner. His name was Ross, and he was a Baronet, a low-ranking aristocrat but an aristocrat. He was the obvious choice, she realised – he was important enough to be trusted, but not too important to be lost should the plan fail. He was dressed this morning, and warmly – it was autumn on the world the Gate would drop them into. Meanwhile Peaches, for the first time in months, was wearing clothing – of sorts.
Her body was encased in a red latex catsuit, more than skintight, with a matching red latex corset over the top. Her blonde hair was tucked up in a ponytail, exiting out of a hole in the red latex hood that covered her head, leaving her face exposed. Thigh-high PVC boots with 4 inch platforms and 7 inch heels, hobbled at 18 inches by a tiny steel chain between her ankles, completed her basic outfit. Peaches’ arms were cuffed together down her back, wrist to wrist and elbow to elbow, forcing her breasts out into increased prominence. A typical Slaveworld gesture, her catsuit was open at the crotch and her nipples protruded too, a small, pretty weight dangling painfully from each one. Her crotch chain simply clipped onto her catsuit, the tiny steel links holding a teasing dildo and butt plug inside her. She hadn’t slept last night – she’d been busy being introduced to the man who would be her pretend owner for the next two days , and afterwards the Colonel had wanted to give her a goodbye screwing – and she was terrified, humiliated and desperate to come!
Just a normal day, then, Peaches reflected wryly. The Gate shimmered into life, and her new master looked her over. Seeing that she was nervous, he slipped his hand between her legs, stroking her clitoris against the rough-yet-smooth chain. When she sighing behind her mouth-stretching red ball gag, he stopped, but he had done enough – Peaches would follow him anywhere now, on the offchance that he might do that some more!
In fantasy, being a slave had been much less scary and much, much less humiliating, but on the other hand Peaches never could have imagined the effects of the best brainwashing she could imagine, plus the modification, the surgically implanted aphrodisiacs and the constant affirmation of her place as a slave, a possession. When she told her owner or one of his friends that she existed to please them, Peaches wasn’t lying!
Her groin on fire with lust, wiggling her walk more than she had been taught to try to increase the sensation from the dildo and plug strapped inside her, Peaches walked forward on the end of her lead into a new world.
She felt dizzy again, almost falling to her knees, the world spinning around like it did when she’d had way too much to drink. But her owner grabbed her, holding her against him tightly, and smiled down at her. She felt herself relaxing, and then he took out a map and compass and set off across a thin gravel track. Peaches couldn’t help but notice that she was not dressed for hiking, but they seemed to be in a fairly civilized wilderness, with neat tracks and pretty waterfalls. She felt it was familiar, but she couldn’t seem to make her mind work… things slipped away from her, leaving ehr a mindless, panting, drooling mess, with nothing in her mind that hadn’t been put there by her owners. She fought against it, but on one level she knew she welcomed it and that was when she got really scared. In the early days, she’d woken up crying just like all the other new slaves and been dragged from her cell for extra obedience training. The best thing to settle a slave down, the Slaveworld trainers reckoned, and after they’d finished with her she’d always slept the next night at least.
But in the colonel’s slaveblock, she’d woken up crying still sometimes. And then one of the stable hands had come to talk to her, a kindly man in his forties with a paunch and a short beard who sat by her cell, feeding her sugarcubes through the bars and stroking her flawless velvet skin until she stopped sobbing. He never made her come at night, though she always hoped he would bribe his colleagues to look the other way while he did, and she really had wanted him to enjoy her, but he was more sentimental than anything else, She knew his interest was the same as an old man talking to a horse or a dog back home, but he still made her feel better…
Peaches was jolted out of her reverie by the realization that a man was walking towards them. She stopped as her owner did, automatically, and thought in the back of her mind about how differently she and Sir Ross were looking at the man. He’s just thinking about the mission, she thought, but the mission depends on me being a good toy. I have to be this stranger’s plaything…
The man was kind of walking, kind of running, and he reached them a lot sooner than Peaches would have thought. He was obviously fit and muscular, shorter than the aristocrats Peaches was used to seeing on the Slaveworld and wearing loose fitting breeches and a collarless shirt with three-quarter length sleeves. He smiled broadly, his weirdly pale skin hardly creasing, and offered his hand to Sir Ross.
‘Hi, I’m Jaq’uu-iz, but my friends call me Jaq.’
‘Delighted to meet you, my name is Michael Ross,’ Sir Ross told the man.
‘And this is?’
‘Oh, her name is Peaches,’ Sir Ross said, offhand.
‘Like the fruit? How delicious!’
Sir Ross was obviously a little surprised that the man was accepting of a sex slave so immediately, but he said nothing. In another life, he and Peaches might have shared a glance of puzzlement; but she wasn’t here for that.
‘My house is just a few minutes’ walk this way,’ Jaq’ said, gesturing expansively. Perhaps you’d like to…’
‘Delighted, thank you.’
Sir Ross moved off, chatting with Jaq’ who kept shooting little glances at Peaches, obviously curious and, as a girl with some experience, Peaches would have said he was obviously attracted to her too.
Jaq’s house turned out to be a huge, mostly underground complex with walls that showed the views outside, so it felt unnervingly like you were somewhere else. The house was warm enough that Peaches was beginning to sweat within moments of entering the place, her catuit ovbviously well designed as heating. Jaq offered both of them refreshments, and Sir Ross gratefully accepted. While Jaq’ was out of the room, seeming to wink out of existence as he stepped out of the hidden doorway, Sir Ross pulled the kneeling Peaches in front of him and undid his flies, taking his jacket off and unbuckling Peaches’ ball gag.
Peaches obediently opened her mouth and began to suck and kiss her owner’s cock. Using the tip of her tongue, pierced twice for the purpose, she could tickle and caress the tip of his cock. Unusually for her, she was being allowed to run the show to some extent and she relished the freedom; like all Slaveworld sex toys Peaches was tit trained and she was often controlled by her user’s squeezing, pinching, twisting and rolling her nipples and breasts. She bobbed her head, feeling herself get wetter as the heavy cock in her mouth swelled further, and sighing in pleasure around it. If she was wearing a bigger dildo, or she had more time, she could come from sucking cock, she knew, but it wasn’t going to happen this time, she reflected as she slurped. Still, sex isn’t about pleasing me, she reminded herself as Sir Ross’ cock began to flex in her mouth, salty precum on her tongue.
Peaches heard footsteps that stopped in the doorway and mentally reconstructed the scene: Jaq’ returns, sees me on my knees with a cock in my mouth, wonders how to react. Then… the footsteps returned to the table and Jaq’ sat, Sir Ross’ cock momentarily getting less close to filling her mouth with cum as he greeted their host and began chatting.
‘So have you walked far today?’ Jaq’ asked.
Peaches felt herself chill; would Sir Ross remember to hide the fact that they’d appeared out of nowhere?
‘Not too bad, but we didn’t really know where we were. I’m useless with one of these things!’ Sir Ross held up his map and compass.
‘What is that?’ Jaq’ leaned in to take the map, feeling it, and turning the compass around in his hands.
Sir Ross went on to explain the basics of the art of map-reading, his cock barely hard in Peaches’ eager mouth now, his attention elsewhere. Jaq’ was stunned.
‘That’s amazing,’ he said. ‘You’re so Prim!’
‘Prim?’
‘Oh, um, yeah that’s just what my friends call it, like Primitive you know? Seeing people face to face, I mean I like to make my own tea, but that’s about as far as I go. When I want to find my way around I normally let my mover do it for me but if I’m out walking and it’s a part of the estate I haven’t been to for a while, I use this.’ He looked slightly shamefaced as he held up a little flat thing as big as a credit card.
‘Here,’ he said, ‘I’ve got a dozen, you might need it!’
Sir Ross shifted in his seat as he accepted the gift.
‘Thank you, that’s very kind of you! I couldn’t help but notice as we were walking over here that you seemed to like the look of Peaches?’
Peaches could imagine the look on Jaq’s face. According to the original Gate team’s research, there were plenty of worlds like her own Earth, where the idea of people belonging to each other was OK but it was never as one dimensional as the Slaveworld. And there were even more like this one, where men like Jaq’ would be surprised at the ‘that’s my bird’ response, but would be totally nonplussed at the idea of being offered a slave to play with. Maybe.
‘Um, yes, I suppose…’
‘Would you like to play with her, do you think?’
‘Really?’ Jaq’ answered a little too quickly, Peaches thought.
‘Absolutely! I can finish with her, or you can join in, up to you?’
‘No, no, you, um finish with her…’
Jaq’ stood, and began to watch the proceedings more closely as Peaches renewed her efforts. Sir Ross just wanted to come as quickly as possible now and Peaches gulped and slurped noisily as he held her head by her hair, pushing himself into her mouth in hard little thrusts. She squeaked and moaned with excitement as he neared orgasm, his cock twitching and pulsing, then he pushed himself to the back of her mouth as he came, shooting his semen straight down her throat.
As the sour salty liquid stuck to the inside of her gullet, Peaches reflected that he had been considerate to their host. He hadn’t made a mess of her!
‘MMmmm…’ Sir Ross sighed in satisfaction, then let Peaches lick his cock clean and zipped himself up.
‘Now,’ he said to Jaq’, have you ever used a slave before?’
‘I don’t think so,’ Jaq’ replied. ‘What’s a slave?’
Sir Ross was momentarily stumped.
‘Um… OK, you know how this place belongs to you? Or your clothes do?’
Jaq’ nodded uncertainly.
‘Well, a slave is like that. Peaches is a sex slave, so she exists for people to enjoy sexually, don’t you Peaches?’
Peaches looked Jaq’ in the eye when she answered, rather than Sir Ross. She knew it was a breach of etiquette and for a slave that could mean a whipping or worse, she just had a hunch.
‘Yes Master.’
Sir Ross smiled at both of them.
‘Do you mean she’s…’ Jaq’ searched for a word, ‘property?’
‘Yes, of course!’
Peaches was tempted to laugh. What a comical misunderstanding, she thought; one of them can’t imagine what property is, the other is shocked that I could be anything else…
‘So what, um…’
He’s made up his mind, Peaches thought. She wasn’t surprised. Faced with the reality of a helplessly bound, attractive girl who proudly said she existed for your sexual pleasure, she could easily see why most people would leave the thinking until afterwards.
Peaches felt her lead handed over, and with it the key to her restraints. ‘If you want to use her ass or pussy, you just unlock this chain, here…’
Sir Ross demonstrated as he stroked Peaches idly through her latex second skin. She whined in soft lust, feeling relaxed now she knew she was going to be fucked.
‘Is there anything I’m not allowed to do?’ Jaq’ asked Sir Ross.
‘You mustn’t injure her, basically. Otherwise, she’s yours to enjoy!
Jaq’ advanced on her with a big grin on his face. Even in this unbelievably rich world, Peaches thought to herself, he’s been handed the keys to the toy store!
She felt his hand touch her head hesitantly, then stroke her face, shivering as she instinctively nuzzled his hand. On Slaveworld she would probably have been punished for that, but here she needed to show him how eager she was. Slaveworld aristocrats already knew!
Peaches stood when Jaq’, discovering his confidence, pulled her to her feet by her hair, his face a picture of delight. She couldn’t help herself; she was desperate to please him! Maybe it was for the best that she wasn’t here alone, she thought idly as Jaq’ ran his hands over her body, making her nipples tingle, her clit painfully hard, pussy so wet her thighs were wet too. There was no way she could do this and be a spy too!
Jaq’ stood face to face with her, his hand slipping between her thighs, finding her crotch chain and the dildo and buttplug it held inside her. Peaches moaned in helpless lust as a stranger touched between her legs, but without the professional ease or practiced sadism she was used to. Jaq’s erection was throbbing in his trousers, Peaches’ eyes locked on her user’s as she had been trained. Jaq’ looked over to Sir Ross. The aristocrat nodded encouragingly.
Jaq’s hand moved between Peaches’ legs, caressing her pussy lips and touching her clit, making her squeal and gasp, the palm of his hand making her dildo move inside her, fucking her. She felt herself flush, her eyes wide, lightheaded with lust as Jaq’ grinned happily, overjoyed at how wet and responsive she was. Peaches was used to being a nice surprise – more sensitive to the Slaveworld’s aphrodisiac than most toys, Peaches was unusually hot and wet even for a sex slave, but Jaq’ had never seen the regular article. He was obviously getting some kind of contact high!
‘If you’ve never played with a slave before, you might want to just use her mouth and then maybe wait a bit. She’s hot, isn’t she?’
Jaq’ nodded, then said, ‘how do I, um…’
‘Just move her or order her.’ Sir Ross replied. ‘Like this.’ Peaches twitched in involuntary fear as she felt her owner’s hand land hard on her ass, pushing her down. ‘Kneel, slut,’ he told her. Peaches sank to her knees, and Jaq’ undid his flies and his extremely hard cock was waggling in Peaches’ face. She bowed her head to him and let him slip into her mouth, her tongue caressing him. Her eyes remained locked on Jaq’s as he gazed down at her, his face distorted with pleasure. Peaches had only bobbed her head a couple of times when Jaq’ came, filling her mouth with his hot, sticky come. Peaches sucked and slurped eagerly until Jaq’ had finished his orgasm, then knelt open mouthed, tongue out, as she’d been trained, displaying her semen-covered tongue, dripping onto her boos as she waited for Jaq’ to order her to swallow.
But jaq’ had gotten the idea of sex slaves pretty quick. He was talking to Sir Ross, looking at her but with a totally proprietary glance. She was savvy enough to realize that he would never regard her as anything but a slave now; just a few seconds of total, unthinking obedience had been enough.
The two men were chatting about their plans for the evening, and Peaches listened with half an ear as she drifted in erotic reverie, waves of need and lust, drifting through her mind; she could have come with maybe a few more seconds’ groping. Sex isn’t about pleasing me, she reminded herself, her hips moving slowly, barely perceptibly, as she tried to get some friction from her crotch chain.

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