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my new submissive family – Part 4 Stacy’s training

Part 4
For the next couple days, Lisa asked me a lot of questions and slowly relaxed around me. My interaction with the rest of my new family is almost strictly related to food. The only exception is the need to wash off Tom and Mary. They seemed to have shit on themselves a few times. Both of them were begging and pleading for me to release them, but I didn’t think they were ready yet.
After another day, I decided it was time to test the programming. I set the recording to stop in just as I would enter the cell. I wore my robe and placed a taser in the pocket.
I walked into Tom & Mary’s cell. I walked up to the computer and clicked off the script, turned towards them and said. “How are my two slaves this morning?”
Both were looking at me trying to shake their heads “good”, their eyes locked on me. There was no hate in their eyes. If I were reading their looks correctly, they desired to know what I wanted them to do.
As I removed Mary’s harness and mouthpiece, she said. “Good morning Master. How may I serve you?”
“After I remove Tom’s harness, you both will find out.”
I removed Tom’s harness and mouthpiece and he stated “Thank you Master, how may I serve you?”
I started “I have a small task for you. You are going to teach someone how to suck my cock. You will explain to this student, that since they are my slave, they are to learn how to please me and that their first lesson will be to learn how to suck my cock. Do you understand?”
“Yes master” they replied.
“We are going to start by showing Lisa how to suck cock.”
“But she is too young?” Mary replied.
At that point, I knew that the treatment hadn’t quite taken effect yet.
I instructed Tom and Mary to their table.
Tom turned around saying “No, I won’t get back on that fucking table! I refu…”
Tom’s comment was cut short from a violent shaking caused from the jolt of my taser.
“I don’t make requests. Mary, assist me moving Tom back onto his table. I want him to lie on his back.”
We placed Tom on his table we proceeded to secure his arms, legs and head. I handed Mary the Anal dildo and the nipple clamps. While I replaced the harness onto Tom’s head and inserted his mouthpiece and tongue clamp. I had Mary attach the other attachments onto Tom. I went over to the computer and started Tom’s portion of the program but with shorter pauses between jolts. In a matter of seconds, Tom woke up and realized that his nightmare had begun again. His ass, nipples and tongue were on fire and there was nothing he could do but scream.
I had not pleasured myself in a couple days so I pointed at Toms cock shouting at Mary “Start sucking” as I proceeded to step behind her. As Mary started to suck Toms cock, I slipped my cock into Mary’s pussy. It wasn’t long before Tom’s cock had responded to Mary. I pulled my cock out and had Mary climb up onto the table and sit on Tom’s cock. As soon as she had buried it all the way in, I stepped up and slammed my cock deep into her ass. I could feel Tom’s cock jump from the jolts right through Mary’s.
I hammered my cock unmercifully until I filled her ass with my sperm.
I quickly pulled out and told Mary to get up onto her table. As Mary walked to her table, she started to plead, “Master, I promise to do better. I will do as you command, just please don’t”
“Get on your table now” I commanded, cutting her pleas off.
Mary quickly got on her table. I tightened the restraints. I grabbed 3 of her instruments. The vagina dildo, and both nipple clamps. After I inserted the dildo and clipped on the clamps, I programmed the computer to randomly discharge the three points rapidly. Mary’s eyes opened wide and she screamed when the pain hit. I walked over and placed her harness on her head and inserted the mouthpiece. Mary was very cooperative, between the screams.
“I was very disappointed in the both of you. I gave you a task and you questioned it. You had doubts. Understand you no longer have children to worry about; they are my slaves. You do not have each other to worry about; you are my slaves. You will do what I tell you to do. Without hesitation! Trust me when I say, this punishment can get worse, much worse.”
The quick DP of Mary had not entirely fulfilled my needs and seeing Mary so eagerly wanting to please her master, I proceeded to stick my hard cock into Mary’s mouth. Mary did all she could to try to suck on my cock. The mouthpiece prevented her from biting my cock when the shocks hit. Mary clamped down on my cock with her lips and sucked with everything she could. Her tongue lapped and played with my cock like it was her final meal. It was not long before my cock was nice and hard. I shoved my cock all the way down her throat. Between her gags and the tightening of her neck muscles from the shocks, it was a pleasant feeling. I removed my cock from her mouth as she gasped for air.
Mary’s ass was still prepped from the previous fuck so I placed my cock head at her anus and shoved. I am not sure if she groaned because of me or a shock, but her ass tightened around my cock like a vise. The feeling of her ass tightening in irregular intervals was incredible. It felt like her body was a machine designed just to suck my cock into her ass. She was an electric anal cock vibrator. It wasn’t long before I unloaded into her bowels again. After I pulled my cock out of her ass, I replaced it with the anal dildo and also clipped the tongue clip. I also inserted Toms Cock tube before changing the program to include all of the attachments.
“Good night my pets” I said as I left to grab myself a shower.
Over the next couple days I watched Tom and Mary closely. I enjoyed fucking Mary while she was still plugged in. During the couple days, I gave then a few minutes occasionally to rest.
After those couple days ended, I decided it was time for another test. Stacey was trying to be defiant and not learning her Principles so she was going to be the instrument of the test.
I walked into the cell. They both watched me walk up to the computer and stop the programs.
“Good morning slaves. I have a new task for both of you. First, Posted on the door are your slave rules. You will need to start learning these quickly. Start with the Hand Communications and Positions. Second, Stacey has been denying her servitude towards me. She has already shown defiance to learning these Principles. Therefore I am going to place her in your hands. You are going to initiate her Sexual training. You are to abuse her, fuck her, suck her, slap her, and convince her that she is my slave and she is to serve me. I have verified that she is a virgin, so enjoy it. Train her well. I will provide you with toys. You will have 24 hours to complete her training. Do not fail me. Do you understand?
They both shook their heads yes.
I removed all the attachments and released them from their tables. I informed them that they had to be ready in about 16 hours and that they were also to shower, eat and grab some sleep. I would awaken them before their task was to begin.
“Yes Master” was all I heard before they quickly headed to the shower. I grabbed the computer cart and wheeled it into storage. I turned the monitoring system to the shower room and listened.
Tom: “I am glad the Master let us off the tables. I didn’t know how much more I could handle of that infernal machine.”
Mary: I am glad also. Stacey sure must have made the Master mad.”
Tom: “Well we had better hurry up and get some sleep or we won’t be worth shit. One thing is for sure, I don’t want to displease him again.”
Mary: “Neither do I”
They quickly finished their showers; dried off, wolfed down the food I left them. As I shut off my monitor, they were intently reading their rules.
I had a few errands to run that kept me out of the house for most of the day.
When I returned, I brought food for Lisa and Anna. I went to my study and took a look at Stacey. She was sitting on her bed staring into space. I turned on the video recorder to Stacey’s cell, gathered a few items together and headed to awaken Tom and Mary.
Both woke up as I opened their cell door.
“Good Morning Master!” they stated.
“Good Afternoon. Hope you slept well.”
“Yes Master, very well”
“Now here is a box of toys that you may need shortly. I wanted you to be ready when I need you. Mary, I want you to suck Tom and get him nice and hard, but do not let him cum. And as for you Tom, lick Mary’s pussy and get her ready also. I will return in a few minutes to collect you both. Be ready!”
“Yes Master!” they both exclaimed.
Stacey jumped when she heard me open her cell door.
“Hello my pet. How are you doing this evening?” I said
Stacey started to rattle off a bunch of questions “Where are my mom and dad? Where are my sisters? When are you going to let us go home? Why are you doing this to us?”
I cut her off saying “First of all, this is your home now. You are my property. Today is your first lesson. You are going to learn how to be a good sex slave. We can do this with me or with your parents. I would be the slow and easy way, or a fast and painful way with your parents. I prefer the slow way. The slow way is the least painful. Actually, it could be quite enjoyable for us both.”
Stacey cowered in the corner of her bed and shouted “I don’t care what way you want, you ain’t touching me you pervert! I am not your slave. My mom and dad would never do anything like that to me!”
“So you want it the painful way. I expected that since you have refused to learn your principles. I could give you a choice, I could chain you up and fuck you hard or I could bring in your parents to train you. I think I will just bring your parents”
As I turned to leave the cell I said “Be right back with your instructors“
I opened up Tom and Mary’s cell and said “collect your toys and follow me.”
As I walked towards Stacey’s cell, Tom and Mary were following closely behind like kids on Christmas morning.
As we entered the cell, I pointed down at the floor to the location I wanted Tom and Mary to stand. Stacey jumped up racing towards Tom and Mary shouting “Mom, Dad, What is going on?”
I grabbed Stacey before she could reach them. I scooped her up and held her away from them. She started screaming for help from Tom and Mary, but they remained frozen behind me. I threw Stacey down on her bed and held her there. I told her to stay on her bed until I leave and then she will be able to spend time with them.
“Let me introduce your instructors; Tom and Mary. You will refer them as your instructors. Tom, Mary, This is Stacey, your student. She is yours to instruct.”
I turned to head out the door I said “You have your task. I will check back later to check on your progress.”
“Yes Master” was the last words I heard as I walked out the cell and locked the door.
I walked down to my study and brought up the camera. I needed Stacey to be broken.
Stacey jumped up and ran to Tom and Mary jumping into their arms. “Dad, Mom, what is going on?”
Tom grabbed Stacey by the arm. “Did you refuse to serve the master?”
Stacey: “Of course. I wouldn’t let that asshole touch me!”
Tom reached back and slapped Stacey across the face. Stacey hit the floor and looked up in terror. Tom had never hit her before. Stacey looked at Mary expecting protection, but all she heard was “You should have listened to the Master. Now we will have to teach you how to act properly towards him.”
“WHAT! What has he done to you?” Stacey shouted
Mary reached over and grabbed Stacey by the hair, dragging her towards Tom. She pushed Stacey’s face towards his cock saying “And your first lesson is cock sucking. Open your mouth and start sucking!”
“NOOOO, MOM!” Stacey shouted. As Stacey said ‘mom’, Mary shoved Tom’s cock between her lips.
Stacey pushed against Tom’s waist with all her might to get away from them.
“OK, if she doesn’t want to suck, I guess we need to open up her other holes first.” Tom said to Mary.
Mary grabbed the cuffs from the box and quickly put Stacey’s hands behind her back. Mary rolled her over onto her back and sat on her face saying “If you won’t suck cock, lets see if you would prefer to start with sucking my pussy.”
Mary then grabbed Stacy by the arms and rolled her on top of her so that Stacey was face down looking at Mary’s pussy. Tom got above them and held Stacey down.
“Tom, now you can fuck her holes, and I get a great view!” Mary stated.
“When was the last time you ever got a chance to eat a virgin pussy Mary? You get her pussy ready and I will suck on her virgin ass. Of course, neither will be virgin much longer.”
Stacey couldn’t believe her ears. What has happened to her parents? They were talking about fucking me in my pussy and ass. How could they? Why are they raping me?
As Mary started licking on the pussy, Tom started sticking his tongue in Stacey’s ass.
They both playfully took turns moving back and forth between both holes.
“I think it is about time to deflower our student. And you have front row seating Mary.”
As Tom sat up and placed his hard cock at the wet pussy he said “I haven’t had a cherry in years. Not since I had yours Mary”
Mary started to lick Tom’s cock and Stacey’s pussy. Tom slowly started to push, as the head slowly disappeared into Stacey’s body.
“NO DAD! STOP, PLEASE DON’T!” Stacey screamed.
Mary reached down and grabbed Stacey’s head and pushed it into her pussy “You should be eating my pussy, not talking.”
As Tom pushed his cock in, he felt Stacey trying to squeeze him out. She was trying to prevent the invasion from her father. Tom felt her hymen resist and then finally succumb. Stacey screamed out in pain as she felt like she was being ripped in half.
Tom continued to push his cock until it had completely disappeared inside her pussy. As he pulled in back, Mary could see lines of blood on his cock.
Tom commented “Damn she is tight. I think she is even tighter than you were, Mary.”, as he continued his assault on the young pussy.
“Well, I was a couple years older and you had made me very wet before you stuck that beautiful cock into me. You didn’t have to hold me down to fuck me.”
Stacey couldn’t believe her eyes and ears. Nothing made sense. Why are they acting like this? Why are they hurting me?
Mary watched Tom slam his cock into Stacey repeatedly. Mary remembered the joy of him shoving his cock into her. The feelings when the Master shoved his cock into her in the garage. Tom looked so sexy fucking Stacey. Mary started to lick on Stacey’s clit.
Stacey stopped struggling. There was obviously nothing she could do to prevent this assault so she just gave up.
“Mary, I think she is trying to ignore us, don’t you think?”
“Well, I know she is not sucking on my pussy like she should, I think our student needs a little incentive to regain her interest into her studies. Why don’t you try the other hole?”
Tom pulled his cock out of Stacey’s pussy and raised it a little higher.
Stacey felt Tom place his cock at the entrance to her ass. She squeezed it tight hoping it would prevent him from what ever he had planned.
“NO, DON’T YOU DARE! STOP IT! YOU BOTH SICK! YOU’RE HURTING ME” Stacey shouted as Tom pushed.
“The more you resist, the more it will hurt. I will fuck your ass. You will get use to having a cock in your pussy and ass. Yours is my first virgin ass and I will enjoy it!” Tom shouted as he shoved hard. The head popped past Stacey’s sphincter muscle. Stacey screamed in pain and continued to scream for several minutes while tears poured out of her eyes. Suddenly, Stacey stopped screaming, stopped crying, and stopped moving. Stacey had given up. The people she loved had hurt her in ways she had never imagined.
This was what I was looking for. Stacey’s spirit had been broken. Now she was ready to be molded into my pet. I stood up from my desk and turned off the monitor. I grabbed some dinner and placed it in Tom & Mary’s cell.
Tom and Mary both looked up as I opened the cell door.
“Stop what you’re doing! Take all your toys and put Stacey on her bed. Return to your cell NOW.” I said trying to sound angry.
Tom quickly pulled his cock from Stacey’s ass and picked her up off of Mary. They removed the cuffs and put Stacey on her bed before quickly moving back to their cell. They both had looks of disappointment, confusion, and terror on their faces. They thought they had done something wrong, but they were not sure what it was. They thought they were going to be put back on their tables.
I followed them back to their cells. “You did good both of you. Here is some dinner. Since you’re both quite sexually charged, you may indulge yourselves for the rest of the night.”
Tom looked up at me inquisitively and said “But Master, we failed to train her.”
I looked at him “You proceeded as I commanded. Do not question the results. I gave you direction and you proceeded towards the completion as I needed. I determine when something is completed, I determine when you have been successful or if you have failed. You will finish learning your principles. From now on, questioning my commands will be punished. Now good night”
Both Tom and Mary said their good nights as I left their cell.
I headed back to Stacey’s cell. She has coiled up into the fetal position on her bed. She was not making a sound. I walked up to her and gently stood her up. I walked her from her cell into the shower room. I turned on the hot water and started to gently wash her abused body. Stacey just stood there with a blank look on her face. I washed and rinsed her hair. Then I soaped up a soft cloth and proceeded to wash her face, ears and neck. I stepped behind her, putting my chest against her back.
“You’re safe now.” I whispered into her ear.
I stepped back and washed her back and arms. Her body is so firm and soft. I stepped in front and started to wash her chest. My hands moving around those perfect mounds. I tweaked one of her nipples, but she didn’t respond. I continued to wash her stomach and waist. As I started to wash her privates, I motioned for her to spread her legs, which she did very nonchalantly. I was very gentle when I washed her abused pussy and asshole. Then I finished washing her legs and feet. I moved her under the warm water spray.
“Rinse yourself off and enjoy the warm water. I will return shortly with a towel.” I told her. I was going to give her some time to relax.
I went to my kitchen and put together some hot food and drink for us. I brought it down and placed into the larger living cell that will be Stacey’s new quarters.
As I walked into the shower room, Stacey was directing the shower towards her sore shoulders.
“Come here” I said as I opened up a soft towel, directing her to step into. She stepped into the towel and let me dry her body off. I turned off the water and directed her to follow me.
Stacey started to turn into her old cell, “No, this way” I said.
As we entered her new cell, I directed her to sit on the bed next to the table. I moved the hot dinner before her. She looked up at me.
“Go ahead and eat” I said
Stacey quickly devoured the first hot meal she has had in days.
After she finished I told her it was time to sleep. As I lay down, I had her lay down beside me, with her head on my chest. I wrapped my arm around her as I pulled the blanket over her.
“You’re safe in your Master’s arms” I whispered as I shut off the light.
At first she remained still, unsure, but after a while she relaxed. Her breathing slowed and she snuggled up tight.
By morning we both had moved. Stacey had rolled over and I was spooned behind her. Her head was cradled in my left arm and my right was wrapped across her chest up to her neck. She looked so peaceful lying there.
I started to lightly kiss her neck and shoulder. With my right hand I started to massage her shoulder and arm. She opened up her neck to me. Still not awake, as her body responded to my touch. I brought my hand down and gently rubbed her breasts. I could start to hear low moans coming from her. As my cock started to harden, I noticed that it was pressing between her legs. Her left leg was lying on top of my leg so I lifted my leg to place my cock against her pussy. I reached down and started to rub her leg moving slowly towards her pussy.
As my fingers started to rub her puffy lips, she spread her legs. This freed my cock allowing me to slide it up and down against her. I noticed that she was getting very wet and her breathing had deepened. While rubbing my cock, it had worked its way between her lips. All I had to do was press the head with my finger, allowing it to push its way into her. She was so wet, so hot, and so tight that I had to work hard to keep from slamming myself into her. I took my time, slowly inching myself into her. I would push in a little and pull back a little, only to push in a bit more. It seemed like an eternity before I was completely engulfed. I started long, slow and steady strokes. After a few minutes, Stacey started to push down on my cock as I thrust into her. She kept trying to speed things up, but I was determined to keep things at my pace. Several times I found myself trying to keep pace with her hips to prevent any movement within her.
Suddenly Stacey gave out a loud groan as she tried to burry my cock into her. When I looked at her face, she had a look of terror and ecstasy. Between the feelings that her body was feeling and the thoughts of me fucking her, she didn’t know what to do. Despite any thoughts of terror, her body was running on auto-pilot.
“Oh God. What’s happening to me? What are you doing to meeeee?” Stacey screamed.
I picked up my pace to maintain her state, but controlled it to preventing an orgasm. Soon she was grabbing at my waist trying to pull me deeper. She tried to move her hand to her pussy to rub her clit. I wrapped my arms around her to control her, holding her hands up above her waist. Stacey was trying everything she could to gain that sexual release. Anything she could to peak those unfamiliar, wonderful, terrifying, glorious, electric feelings running rampant through her body.
I stopped thrusting and said “Would you prefer me to stop?”
“Please don’t! Please don’t stop!” Stacey cried.
I started to slowly slide my cock out.
“You’re driving me crazy? Please fuck me. Fuck me hard!” She pleaded.
“Ask your master nicely and I might be merciful” I said mockingly
“Please Master PLEASE! I WILL DO ANYTHING YOU ASK PLEASE FUCK ME!” she screamed.
“Anything? I don’t ask for anything.” I said, “I demand everything, total obedience and total commitment. Your entire body is mine to explore, to use, to enjoy for what ever I desire. Your only desire is to please me.”
“YESSS! ANYTHING YOU DESIRE MASTER, ANYTHING, EVERYTHING! PLEASE MASTER, SHOW MERCY!” Stacey screamed.
I grabbed one of her hands and moved it down to her pussy to have her feel my cock sliding into her pussy. I wrapped one of my fingers around her wrist and started to tweak her clit. My other hand started to play with her nipples while I sucked on the nape of her neck. I picked up my pace and started to slam my cock into her harder and faster. Stacey kept pushing down on my cock trying to drive me deeper into her pussy.
“MASTER!” Stacey screamed. Every muscle in her body was convulsing.
I felt that molten lava rapidly building inside me. With Stacey’s body clamping down on my cock, I released a flood of seed deep inside her, flooding her cavity with its first taste of my passion. I continued to shoot into her for several more thrusts and I stopped. Stacey’s body stopped moving momentarily as if she forgot how to breathe. Finally she remembered and grabbed a deep breath.
We laid still for several minutes until our breathing slowed down some. Stacey grabbed my arms and wrapped them around her.
“Master, I know this was opposite from what my mom and dad did to me, but will it always be this way?” She asked.
“No it will not always be this way; it can be better, or worse. But it is not up to you to judge. You are my sub, your goal is to give pleasure to me or whom ever I tell you to. Sometimes you will receive immediate pleasure, other times it will be delayed, or it may not be at all. That is not your concern; your only desire will be to please. Think about this, before this morning, you wouldn’t have even let me touch you, and now you were begging me to fuck you. Think what you could learn if you are willing to let me lead you, what you will experience if you serve me”
“Yes Master, please teach me to please you”
“Do you know how to suck cock?” I asked.
“I tried it once, and he said I was good” replied Stacey
“Well then let’s see just how good you are. Here is what I want you to do. I want you to make me cum twice, the first time within 10 minutes, and the second time about 30 minutes after you get me hard.”
Stacey nodded her head in excitement as she quickly leaned over to start. My cock was semi-hard after the fucking we had so I thought it wouldn’t be hard to arouse me, but I was wrong. Stacey clamped onto the head of my cock and started sucking it like a baby bottle. She actually sucked so hard that it hurt and her teeth rubbed several times. It was quickly becoming too painful to continue. It was a matter of a few seconds and I had taken about all I could.
I grabbed Stacey by the head and looked into her eyes saying “We have a lot of work to teach you. Sucking cock is about giving pleasure, not just how hard you can suck.”
I could tell Stacey was not happy that she had not been able to please me.
“Start like this” I said as I grabbed Stacey’s hand and placed her finger in my mouth. I started to suck lightly while running my tongue around her finger. Then I slowly started to slide her finger in and out of my mouth.
“It isn’t about intensity, but touch and feel. There is more to a cock then just the head as there is more to your mouth then just your lips. Use your tongue, your lips, your throat, but generally watch your teeth. Lick and suck the entire cock, the balls and surrounding area. Breath through your nose and you will be able to take a cock deeper.”
Stacey started to lick my cock head and then moved down the shaft licking and sucking. As she started to lick my balls, I told her to take extra care with them because they were extra sensitive to pressure and pain. She worked back up to the head and slowly slid it between her lips. She began to explore my cock with her mouth. She slid the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked lightly. Her tongue was licking my cock head while she pulled my cock in deeper. She began to fuck her mouth with this object of her desire. She looked up at me looked up at me and read approval of her performance.
I pulled my cock out and pushed her down onto the bed. I straddled her head, placing my cock back into her mouth. I then spread her legs and began to lick her beautiful pussy. It didn’t take long for Stacey to start moaning and grinding her hips. I could tell that Stacey was quickly approaching an orgasm so I let up on the sensations. Stacey lifted her hips trying to stop the torture that she knew had begun. As she began to calm down, I resumed my sucking and tonguing of her delicious pussy. I had a wonderful view of her asshole and ensured that there were plenty of fluids flowing down. After a couple minutes, Stacey was again approaching her orgasm, so again I stopped my lashing.
“Please Master, don’t torture me again. Please master, Let me come!” Stacey begged.
I started to play with her clit with my fingers while I said. “If you want me to let you come, you have two things to accomplish. The first is to work on pushing my cock deeper into your mouth until your lips reach the base. To do this, you will have to learn to overcome your gag reflex and breathe through your nose while sucking my cock. The second item for you to accomplish is to prepare your ass for me. Reach your hands around to your ass and feel. You will notice there is spit and pussy juice on your asshole. You will use your fingers, and rub those juices into your ass. Then starting with one finger you will begin to fuck your ass. Then you will make it two fingers, then three, and then finally four fingers. Once I have felt your lips at the base of my cock and you are fucking yourself, in your ass with at least four fingers, I will let you orgasm. Until then, I will neither let you rest nor orgasm.”
Stacey reached around and felt the juices that had overflowed from her cunt. Stacey started to complain, but was quickly overcome by pleasure as I began my assault on her clit. Several times I brought her close to her orgasm and then pulled back before she started to push my cock deeper into her mouth. Several times she gagged, but she kept trying to push it deeper into her throat. After the fourth time she approached an orgasm she had engulfed my cock entirely. Her hands had grabbed her butt cheeks, but she had not started to play with her asshole yet.
As she approached an orgasm for the fifth time, she pleaded “Master, please don’t make me fuck my ass. Please let me come!”
I ignored her pleas as I pulled back again. As Stacey moved her finger to her moist asshole, I resumed my teasing her clit. Soon she inserted her first finger into her ass followed shortly thereafter with a second finger. By the time I had her close to another orgasm, she had three fingers buried in her backside.
I started to back off, but she picked up the pace of her fucking her ass and I could tell it was bringing her close to her desired orgasm. I stopped licking her pussy therefore preventing her orgasm. Stacey quickly inserted the fourth finger and began to rapidly fuck her ass. Right at this time, Stacey shoved my cock completely down her throat. She had done what I had commanded, so I began to lick and suck on her pussy. As she approached her orgasm, I could tell she was going to do all she could to do to ensure that she reached an orgasm. Stacey again deep throated my cock and shoved as much of her hand into her ass as she could fit. I continued my sucking, to the point where Stacey’s body began to shake and stiffen. Stacey lifted her legs and wrapped them around my head trying to prevent me from releasing. After a few seconds I lightly bit down on Stacey’s abused clit sending her out of control. Her body straightened out and she screamed.
Stacey remained still for a several minutes. During this time I turned around and moved down between her legs.
Placing her legs on my shoulders, I placed the tip of my cock at her anus. Not giving her time to fully recover, I started to push my cock deep onto her ass. As I started to fuck her ass, she started to push back. Stacey quickly grabbed my legs trying to pull me in deeper.
“Oh God Master, Fuck my ass.”
After everything, I knew that I wasn’t going to last too long. Soon I could feel that familiar build-up. I could tell that Stacey was also approaching that point of no return. Stacey’s body tensed up again just as I began to flood her ass with my sperm. I slammed my cock deep into her ass one final time.
As my cock went limp, it popped out of her ass. I crawled up beside her as she cuddled up next to me.
“Not bad for a first day of training. Maybe tomorrow, I may have you come with me into Anna’s cell for her first day of training.”
“Master, Anna has no idea of the pleasures. I would be honored to serve you in any way I can”
Stacey placed her head on my shoulder as we drifted to sleep.

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Bound together (Chapter 3) Supernatural Hellfic

It was a new day and she found herself on the rack as usual. She was expecting to see her torturer but he was nowhere to be found. She trembled as she remembered the promise he’d made the previous day and felt her heart racing. She took deep breaths and tried to calm down.
Suddenly, the restraints lost their hold on her and she fell to the ground. She looked around again and noticed that the rack and her cage were both gone. Instead, she was standing in a huge black room…naked. Nobody seemed to be around but her, and it was completely empty except for a chaise lounge.
She approached it and felt the rich red velvet of the upholstery with her hand. It was soft and inviting. She was extremely tired and only wanted to sleep or rest but that was impossible. There was no sleep in hell and resting was out of the question since most of the time she had to keep her guard up. However, seeing no one around, she took her chances and lay down on it. She felt the softness of the velvet on her bare skin and managed to relax. She was lying on her back and her chest was slowly rising and falling with her deep breaths. She’d finally managed to calm down…and didn’t hear him approaching her.
He looked at her with prying eyes for a long time. She was naked, her pearly skin and dark hair contrasting against the redness of the velvet. She looked peaceful and was almost smiling. Then, she opened her eyes slowly and saw him standing next to her. She panicked and jumped up and away from the chaise lounge. He was naked, too, and remembering their previous encounter she thought “Oh, no, this is bad”.
He slowly and sensually lay down and smiled at her saying “Hi, doll, come over here” patting the chaise lounge. She found herself walking mechanically straight towards him. She had no control over her own body. She wanted to scream and run away but no matter how hard she tried, it was useless.
She was soon standing next to him as if waiting for further instructions. He looked up at her and began stroking her hips and waist. “I told you I had something special for today. How do you like this place? Quiet, private, and nice, right?” She felt her head nodding and realized she was nothing but his puppet. She then looked down and saw him growing hard already and thought “Oh, no, no, no!”
He made her sit on his lap facing him, her legs spread to both sides, straddling him. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and his hands were resting on her hips. He gently stroked her and smiled at her. “Kiss me,” he suddenly commanded. She pressed her lips against his and brushed gentle kisses on them. Next, she licked them and softly pushed her tongue inside his mouth. She slowly explored every inch of it and massaged his tongue with hers. He was on the receiving end this time, or so he wanted to pretend. She hated this. She hated what he was doing and the worst part was that she couldn’t do a thing to stop him.
When they parted the kiss, he said “I knew you were a good kisser, baby. That was really nice.” He looked into her eyes and stroked her hair. He left a trail of soft kisses down her neck and licked her collarbone. Suddenly, she felt heat building inside her. Her body was betraying her, she felt her growing arousal and wanted to scream and run away. He noticed and smirked, whispering in her ear “Oh, no, honey, we’re just getting started.”
He kept kissing her and roaming her body with his hands. He let his fingers explore every inch of her smooth skin. He cupped her breasts and slid lazy fingers down her back all the while looking into her eyes. He went on kissing and licking her front, and then started nibbling her earlobes and neck.
He became increasingly aggressive and dug his fingers on her butt while he nibbled and then bit her nipples. She shook in pain and he seemed to be turned on by it as he began biting harder. She felt tears running down her face and blood trickling down her breasts. Then she realized what he was doing. He was actually drinking from her: he was licking her breasts and sucking the blood from her abused reddened nipples. She looked down at him and found him looking back at her, his lips crimson with her blood and his green eyes lustful and glowing.
In that moment, she felt his erection against her thigh. He suddenly grabbed her hips, lifted her high up in the air and pushed her down in a single motion impaling her in him. She opened her eyes widely, screamed in pain, and pulled her head back as he thrust violently.
She felt him tearing her apart and couldn’t do a thing to stop him. Her back was arched and her arms were wrapped around him. He looked at her, licked his lips and said “I wanna go deeper inside you, princess” in a husky voice. Her arms immediately unhooked from him and fell back, hands resting on his thighs till she was almost lying on her back on top of him. Her legs were fully stretched out and her feet were resting on the ground as her body violently rocked back and forth farther down into him.
She then realized what he’d done: he’d made her change the angle so that he could go deeper inside of her. He was filling her completely, he’d never been that deep inside of her and she felt waves of excruciating pain washing over her entire body. The worst part wasn’t even the pain but that she couldn’t do anything to stop him. It was far worse than being on the rack. To anyone looking at them, they would’ve seemed lovers having hot sex, when she was actually being raped.
She rode him for what seemed to be hours and, when he was finally done with her, he pushed her back into his arms and held her still while he kissed her tenderly. He stroked her long mane and drew soothing circles on the small of her back. Then, he wrapped his arms around her tighter and she felt she was slowly regaining control of herself. She squirmed a little but he was still half hard inside of her and moving on top of him was making him grow hard again so she thought it wiser to stay still. He smiled and stroked her back as he said “Say you’re mine, sweetheart. Say it.” This time he didn’t sound angry. He was sweetly whispering in her ear.
She felt trapped in his arms. She couldn’t move because it’d make things worse so she was choosing not to do it, and it was terrible because he knew it, and was enjoying it. She was lying on top of him, he was still inside her, and there were no restraints holding her there, she was choosing to lie still in his arms. He looked into her eyes and smiled. She couldn’t believe it, he was acting as if they were lovers, as if she’d actually chosen to be with him…and she couldn’t take it anymore. She closed her eyes and buried her head on the small of his neck. He felt her tears on his chiseled chest and whispered in her ear “It’s ok, beautiful. You’ll give in to me. It may take a little longer than I thought, but you will.” He stroked her hair and brushed soft kisses on her head while she wept.

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An almost true story about how I ended up as a real life spit-roast, some detail changed to give a happier ending.

Let me tell you about Samantha

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real events or people is purely coincidental and not intentional. This story obviously contains adult content. If a tag was included, it was included for a reason. Please keep that in mind before you read this story.
I am not interested in negative comments. I believe that the more realistic a story, the easier it is to suspend our disbelief, and therefore the easier it is for us to become involved in the story. No one is forcing you to read what is written here. That being said, comments are welcome, and I hope you enjoy.
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Let me tell you about Samantha. I first met her when she was seventeen. We were working at an outdoor pool in Michigan. She was a lifeguard and a swim teacher, and I, being a few years older, had some time ago been promoted to supervisor. It was my job to hire staff for the summer, train them, and make sure they kept our guests safe while on duty.
There were strict guidelines that the lifeguards had to follow. Gone were the days of lounging in the sun, drink in hand, whistle twirling while snoozing in the sun on the guard stand. With increases in drowning incidents in the past years, and subsequent insurance hikes, our facility could not afford to compromise on safety.
The training program was vigorous, and not everyone passed. I had ten kids that year that wanted to work for me for the summer, and only seven of them ended up passing the course. I remember the first day, an older kid named Jared tried to fulfill the swimming requirement, and barely made it halfway across the pool. He was well built too, and in good shape, he just had no technique.
Sam was a different story. She was on the swim team in high school, and was more at home in the water than on dry land. She had an incredible body too. She was about 5’2”, under 100 lbs, blonde with bright, penetrating, blue eyes. She had a nice chest too, although her one piece swim suit did little to show it off.
She passed the swimming requirements without a problem but struggled a little when it came to learning CPR and some of the rescue skills. For obvious reasons, I wanted to keep her around, so I was more than happy to volunteer to spend some extra time tutoring her after the rest of the staff had left.
This continued for the duration of the week-long course, and by the end of it, we had established a decent rapport. There was still a distance between us, since I was not only a little older, and had outgrown her high school drama, but also because I was her boss. Nevertheless we got along fine, and I slowly learned more and more about her. She would come into my office every once in a while on her breaks and we would chat. She even brought snacks occasionally. I could tell she had a little bit of a crush on me, and let me tell you, I was happy to see her every time.
Sam was very proper and very innocent. She came from a religious background, and was planning on saving herself for marriage. She was a little naive, without a doubt a unwise as to the ways of the world, as everyone in her life was artificially nice to her, probably because of her looks. To put it another way, she was incredibly hot, but not always all that bright. Part of it was her age, and part of it was her… innocence when it came to all things romantic and intimate.
One day, near the end of summer, she came into my office near closing time in tears. It was the first time she had come to see me all day, which was odd, and I could tell something had been bothering her for a while. I, ever the good boss and friend, offered her some water and slowly coaxed the story out of her.
It turns out that Dylan, a boy from her high school whom she had been dating for a while, was finally tired of waiting for her to put out, and had taken advantage of her. Over the course of the evening, and long into the night, she sat with me and told me the story:
Sam and Dylan had been dating since sophomore year, and like typical relationships, it started slowly and awkwardly. There was hand-holding and hugs, and all of the usual bullshit that goes with adolescent romances. Sometime around junior year, Dylan, a football player, wanted more. He told Sam that unless she started to put out a little more, he would break up with her and date a cheerleader.
She refused for a while, she said, until last week when things finally came to a head.
Dylan took Sam on a romantic drive into the countryside one night, with the premise that they were going to look at the stars. Michigan has some beautiful forests and a lot of secluded places to park a truck where no one can find you. They drove up a long dirt road, late at night, and Dylan laid out blankets in the back of the truck.
He had gotten his hands on some tequila, and the two of them were taking turns drinking out of the bottle. Sam had never had anything to drink before, and the effects of the alcohol were hitting her pretty fast. Dylan drank more than he probably should have, and was soon feeling frisky.
“Come here, babe” he said to her, slightly slurring his words as he held open his arms.
He was laying on his back in the middle of the truck bed, pillow under his head, bottle in his hand. Sam lay down beside him, placed her head on his chest, just below his shoulder, and curled up against him, placing her knee gently on top of his crotch.
“Ooh yeah babe… that’s what I need.” Dylan grabbed her knee and forcibly pushed it down into himself. Sam felt his cock through his jeans, and knew that he was already rock solid.
“Babe, you know I’m not ready” she said to him, eyes wide and bright in the moonlight. Her skin tight white cotton shorts hugged every curve perfectly, and her light blue tube top slid up just a little bit, revealing her tight, toned, and tanned stomach.
Dylan didn’t say a word, and just reached his hand down the back of her shorts. He felt, rather than saw, her lacy pink thong, clinging to her perfect ass. Feeling the top of that fabric wrapped around her drove him a little crazy.
“Tonight is the night babe. I’ve waited long enough. If you love me, you’ll do this.” Dylan was doing his best to lay on the charm, but the tequila was making him sound sleazy and manipulating.
“If you love me, you won’t ask me to.” said Sam, wriggling out of his grasp and forcibly removing his hand from the back of her shorts.
“I said no, and I meant it, Dylan.”
Dylan rolled his eyes and took another swig from the bottle. He took a long hard look at Sam, standing up in his truck bed. The moonlight shining on her face made her look more fragile and delicate than ever. The slight breeze was making her light cotton top ride up just a little, and he got a few more glimpses of her perfect midriff. He got an unobstructed view of her in profile, outlined against the star-studded background. Perfect, full little tits, and an amazingly tight, firm little ass, wrapped up in shorts that showed off her tan.
Something must have come over him, because suddenly, and without warning, he reached up and grabbed her by the waistband of her shorts. She wasn’t sure if it was the liquor or the two years of aching blue balls that did it. Likely it was a combination of the two, but Dylan was not waiting any longer. He pulled down hard on her shorts, and she instantly fell to her knees in the truck bed.
“Hey! Stop it!” she yelled, trying to free his vice-like grip on her pants. It was a useless endeavor. He was easily double her size and he had already made up his mind about what was happening tonight.
“Turn around” He said to her, with a look in his eye she had never seen before.
He climbed around behind her and pinned one hand behind her back. She was still on her knees in the truck bed, facing the cab, when he forced her face into the blankets. She screamed in pain as he twisted her shoulder even harder, tears welling up in her eyes.
With his free hand, Dylan reached around the front of her shorts and undid the button and zipper. Sam started to panic and tried to fight him off with her other hand, but he tightened his grip and forced her face still lower until she stopped struggling.
“Help me!” she screamed out into the dark woods. “No, stop! YOU’RE HURTING ME!!”
Dylan wasn’t listening anymore. He had pulled down her shorts, revealing the nicest ass in all of Oakland County (at least). Tight, firm, and toned, with a great tan and tan lines from working outside. Swimming made her lithe and muscular, but not butch or scary. She was in great shape, and her hard little body was his for the taking.
His cock was aching to get out of his pants, especially at the sight of that ass, bent over in front of him in that lacy pink thong. Sam was still struggling and calling for help as Dylan fumbled awkwardly with his own zipper, not daring to let go of her arm lest she try and run away.
He finally managed to pull his cock out, and laid seven inches of throbbing meat right between her ass cheeks. For the first time that night, Sam was still, and stopped struggling.
“Please, no. Dylan…”
He pulled her thong to the side and positioned himself outside her tight little virgin pussy. He spit on his dick twice (he’d seen it in a porn flick) and rubbed the head of his dick up and down her tiny slit. She was completely clean shaven, something that carried over from swim practice.
“No, no, no, no, no, AAAAHHH!!” She was shaking her head the whole time he was rubbing her, and when he finally thrust forward, into her, the shock was incredible. His cock wasn’t enormous, but she was tiny, a virgin, and not ready for it. He was brutal and totally unflinching as he grabbed the crease of her hips with his free hand, and used his 210 lbs of football muscle to drive himself into her.
She was as tight as a drum, and was squeezing him harder than anything ever had. As he split her open and felt the warmth of her insides, he threw his head back and let out a moan, or a groan, that was kind of a sigh at the same time. Two years of waiting and it was everything he ever wanted it to be.
He felt her go limp underneath her as the will to struggle went out of her. He let go of her arm and used both hands to grab on to her hips. He started pumping in and out of her, in long, deep thrusts, pushing ever deeper, and stretching her ever wider with each movement. Every time he reached the bottom of his stroke, she would let out an involuntary moan. Actually, it was more like a sob, but at this point, Dylan didn’t care at all. All he cared about was this pussy and how it was squeezing him.
“Oh my God, babe. Oh. My. God.” He said to her, as if she was doing him some sort of favor. Her lips were moving, but no words were coming out. Her beautiful, tanned, teen face was streaked with smeared mascara, and her bright blue eyes were glistening with tears. She just wanted it to be over, but to her horror, Dylan seemed to be picking up speed.
He thrust ever deeper, ever harder, until he finally buried the full length of his shaft inside her. He held it there for what felt like forever to Sam, pulling her hips into him. Her mouth was open the entire time, but there were no screams left inside her. Finally, he pulled out slowly, letting her squeeze his shaft all the way out.
He pulled her little thong the rest of the way off of her ankles, then gave her a brutal smack on the ass to get her attention.
“Turn around” he said to her, for the second time that night.
She slowly did as she was told, and once she was on her back, he ripped her tube top off, revealing her perfect teen breasts. She was covering her nipples with one arm, and her other hand was down between her legs, trying to soothe her aching, bruised little pussy. Dylan removed her hand from her opening and spread her legs before climbing on top of her and entering her again.
Her face, at first, looked scared. After the first five deep thrusts in this new position, fear was replaced by a look of agony. Her eyes were wide again, still glistening, and her mouth was open in a silent grimace. Her whole body felt the violation of what was happening, and it was all reflected in her beautiful face. Ten more thrusts and her expression changed again. The pain subsided, and was replaced by an almost passive apathy. Her whole body still shook with each forceful thrust, but he had finally split her open enough that she didn’t have to scream anymore.
“You little slut, you love this, don’t you?” Dylan grunted at her, all the while pounding into her.
When she didn’t reply, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked on it, forcing her to look in his eyes. He repeated the question, and this time, she gave him a little nod.
“Say it!” he yelled at her. “Tell me you love it”
“I love it” she lied, barely above a whisper.
“Louder!” he yelled, giving her a thrust so deep her head hit the cab of the truck at the front of the bed.
“I love it!” she cried, tears streaming down her face.
“I knew it. I always knew” he said, as he finally pulled out again.
“Turn around. I want that little ass too.” He said to her, his cock throbbing in his hand.
She slowly turned around again, getting on her knees. Her face was buried in the blanket in the back of the bed, and her ass, her perfect little ass, was pointed up at the night sky, waiting for her boyfriend to do what he wanted with it.
“That’s it baby. Turn around.”
Dylan grabbed his slippery cock and pointed it at Sam’s impossibly tight ass. The screams that she let out when he ripped her pussy apart were nothing compared to this. His cock in her ass seemed to pull her out of her shocked, passive state, and return her to reality a bit. Dylan was burying his cock in her ass right here, outside, in the back of his truck. There was nothing she could do about it. She felt the head slide in, and she felt her ass stretch to try and accommodate him. It wasn’t happening, but he kept pushing anyway. She tried in vain to get away, to get her ass off of his dick, but the only thing in front of her was the back window of the truck. Dylan grabbed the hair on the back of her head and pulled hard, forcing her to arch her back and push her ass up for him. He pulled on her hair one more time and buried his cock to the hilt.
Dylan held his cock in place, his body rigid, bicep flexed, with his fingers full of Sam’s bright, blonde hair. This ass was beyond words. Tighter than anything could be, should be, would ever be again. He felt his cock start to throb at the base, and knew that his release, two years in the making, was finally coming.
For the first time in her life, Sam felt a man release his seed inside of her. She felt his cock swell and throb, felt it being pushed even more impossibly deep into her, and felt the warmth and wetness that was Dylan’s cum inside her ass. He pumped at least eight ropes of sticky, warm cum into her ass before he was spent, bellowing to the night sky while holding her head back by her hair.
Sam was powerless that night. She could do nothing but take it, so that’s what she did. She took every inch of his dick, and every drop of his cum into her ass.
Back in my office, the sky was dark, and all the lights were off. Everyone else had long since gone home, and it was just the two of us in my office. She was shaking and sobbing in front of me, this beautiful, broken girl. Upon closer inspection, I could see her wrist was still bruised from her ordeal, and she was constantly shifting in her seat. Her ass must have still been tender.
I refilled her water glass, and when she finally regained control of her breath, and the tears stopped, I looked deep into those beautiful blue eyes.
“Well,” I told her, clasping her hands in mine. “There is really only one thing I can think of to do right now.”
“What’s that?” she said, her voice shaky, holding back tears.
“Turn around”

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Aimee’s summer lust

The sun beat down on Matt’s dark suit, heating his now perspiring frame. The wedding service seemed to have been going on for hours, though a cursory glance at his watch revealed it had only been 40 minutes. The bride and groom stood in front of the altar, grinning at each other, completely oblivious to the discomfort of their assorted guests.
Matt tugged at his collar for the umpteenth time and let out a silent sigh, willing the proceedings to disappear before his eyes. His eyes began to roam through the assembled throng. There was gathered the usual gallery of wedding guests; restless kids, old women in big hats, bored-looking men (amongst whose number he certainly counted himself) and attractive but terribly serious looking blonde women who hadn’t gone on diets and had their hair straightened for hours to look, in any way, as if they were enjoying themselves.
To his left, a lady in a ridiculous plume-feathered effort, shifted in her seat and removed her head-piece to cool off. At this point Matt was able to see beyond her and thus he laid eyes upon a familiar face. He was wearing shades but Aimee must have felt his eyes upon her. She turned her head slightly in his direction and from behind her own sunglasses she mouthed a simple ‘Hi’.
The day was suddenly saved from oblivion as Matt recognised his pretty friend from law school. Small, curvy and impossibly attractive, Aimee had always been classed by him as ‘the one that got away’. He cursed himself on a regular basis that he’d never properly closed with her in spite of his ample opportunities. She had been in his class for two years, yet he’d spent the first of those moping over the girl from school who had broken his heart and the second chasing the unattainable beauty of the junior attorney with whom he worked for a summer at the end of that academic year. Aimee, meanwhile, had been right under his nose. For much of that time however she herself was mixed up with a lanky, vacant football player who appeared in their classes just enough to pass his exams.
They had always been on good terms though and often saw each other at parties and at bars, yet by the time their third year rolled around, Aimee had fled to Spain for a semester to study. When she came back, Matt was graduated and out in the world of work. They lost contact until meeting up again in a club one night. They chatted for hours and he, now free of all stupid emotional constraints, took her number.
They went on a couple of dates but she had soon made her way to London for more studies. Matt was frustrated by the lack of progress with a girl he genuinely liked. He saw her intermittently when she was home but was unable to make any headway in their relationship. Eventually he gave up when her education next took her to Strasbourg. He couldn’t be bothered any longer. It looked to be over when she took a job in Brussels and Matt expected little further contact.
But now she was sitting 20 feet away and looking rather stunning. She had always looked good but Aimee had really gone all out today. She wore a strapless cream dress decorated with a pink and dark green flower motif. Her large boobs were pushed upwards by a tight, low-cut neckline. She wore a small, single blue pearl necklace that was cradled in her cleavage and her brown hair was curled only slightly; in stark contrast to the severe hair treatments of most other women at the event, including the bride. Her large sunglasses rested elegantly on her cute, angular nose and the gorgeous little mole that decorated her left cheek peeked out from beneath the frame.
The ceremony finished, suddenly but mercifully. As the crowd dispersed, beating a path to the shade of the reception room, Aimee made her way towards him, a large grin showing off her neat row of pearly white teeth.
“Hello you!” she said in a semi-surprised tone. “What brings you to this?”
“I’m a friend of the groom. What about you?”
“The bride” she said smiling, before fanning herself with the order of service.
“It’s too fucking hot out here, let’s go in and catch up…” Matt muttered as he led the way to the cool of the indoors.
Aimee followed him in, towards the reception room, where he stopped to check the table arrangements. They were placed on separate tables however most people were mulling around the lobby and bar still.
“I’ll take my chance and sit next to you then. I’ll just tell anyone who comes to sit in my seat that we’re a couple and a mix-up has seen us placed apart” Matt proposed.
“That’s great. And I’ll do my very best to look attached” she giggled.
They entered the large room and made their way to the table assigned to Aimee and quickly took their seats. Almost immediately a hulking man with a moustache and beads of sweat peppering his brow arrived at the table, a large pint of beer in his hand. He confusedly circled and ended up behind Matt’s seat, tapping him on the shoulder.
“You’re in my seat I believe” he grumbled.
Matt stood up and flashed a smile, “Sorry buddy, the table plan separated me from my girl. I’m sure you understand.”
The large man ran his eyes over Aimee who sat serenely, looking up at him. While obviously being impressed with what he saw, he had no choice but accept the change of plan.
“Aye alright. No problem.”
He shuffled off in the direction of the corner, nearly tripping over a stray chair leg.
“Phew” she gasped, feigning severe relief. “That was a close one!”
She had a habit of pulling her head down into her shoulders slightly as she giggled. She did this now as Matt perched himself on the seat next to her.
For the remainder of the afternoon and into the evening the two of them stayed where they were, catching up with each other and enjoying the company of a familiar face. Matt was refraining from alcohol, however Aimee quickly became tipsy enough that he had to settle her down with a cup of coffee. In truth, he had designs on making the night last longer but had no intention of going to bed with a drunk girl.
As midnight approached and the party started to tail off, he leaned in and touched her on the leg.
“You know, I really liked you back when we were at uni. I should have closed the deal I guess. What an idiot!” he said looking her straight in the eye, his hand gently rubbing her exposed knee.
“Who says you would have closed any deal?” Aimee whispered coyly.
She then leaned in towards him also, her cleavage radiating allure. Matt, who had so far tried to look only at her face for fear of being the guy who eyes only the chest of large breasted woman, couldn’t resist now. He took in a long stare; aware of her eyes on his.
“Where are you staying tonight?” he said quietly. It was now or never.
“Here” was Aimee’s answer. Then with a hint of knowledge she mumbled “Why?”
Matt couldn’t believe such a cheesy line would be appropriate, but he went for it anyway.
“I want to close that deal…”
She sat back in her seat and Matt thought he’d blown it. She reached for her purse and stood up from the table. With a slight motion of her pretty head she directed him to follow. They proceeded to the lobby where she stopped in a quiet corner and went to whisper something in his ear, making him stoop to hear it.
“Room 96. 5 minutes.”
“Keep that dress on” was his only reply.
With a slight flick of her fragrant brown hair she stepped away and disappeared off towards the stairwell.
He gave it 10 minutes and made his way upstairs. The door clicked open and Aimee quietly let him into the dimly room. As suggested she’d kept her dress on, keenly aware now of his desire to undress her completely, exposing her sumptuous body to his eyes inch by inch. Matt stooped to kiss her glossy lips, and tasted fresh mouthwash on her tongue. He moved hungrily to her soft neck, nudging aside her wavy brown hair to allow himself better coverage. Aimee moaned slightly as he made his way slowly down to her outrageous cleavage. His hands pushed her tits together from underneath her bust, straining her dress even more. Her boobs almost popped out as they were forced together and Matt felt his dick harden as he stared again into the deep warm cleavage in front of him.
He blew faintly into the large crease and heard her gasp as the cold air circled in around her magnificent tits. Slowly, and with no little relish, he kissed her large mounds, breathing in her fragrance, savouring every second of promise before pushing her breasts upwards even further, exposing the top of each nipple. His tongue ran up the now almost comical cleft in her chest and back towards her mouth before eventually settling on her lips again. He pulled back to survey her gorgeous face. A look of excited approval danced across it as she slowly stroked his erect penis through his trousers.
Matt’s hands crept lightly down the silky skin of her arms and round to her rear. He moved to start unbuttoning her dress but decided instead to keep it on until last. With that his fingers found their way under the hem of her dress via the slit at the back. Aimee’s legs were warm and smooth, her relatively small stature made his route up the back of her thigh to her tight ass straightforward. She herself had now worked her fingers inside his trousers and was slowly rubbing his dick with her eyes half closed and her teeth set partially onto her bottom lip. She let out a little yelp as he playfully snapped the elastic of her lace thong and felt his hand slowly groping at the flesh of her behind.
‘Oh my God…’ she whispered.
He smiled at her before tugging at the thong, pulling it steadily down to her knees and then letting it drop to the ground. He forced Aimee back against the wall and moved his hand around under her dress to her pussy. His fingertips told him she’d shaved very recently, leaving only a small patch just above her clitoris. By this point, she had unbuttoned the crotch of his boxers and now had his huge cock held lightly between her fingers, massaging gently up and down his shaft
Matt slipped his middle finger inside her tight snatch, causing her to gasp loudly. He grinned as Aimee shifted her crotch towards him, willing deeper penetration, his bulging erection still held in her little hand. He gave her a few solid pokes but quickly pulled out of her, not wishing to spoil her or indeed make himself come before he’d had the chance to be inside her.
It dawned on him then that he now wished to see her naked, in spite of all this sweaty fumbling. Without wasting any more time he quickly concentrated his attention on the buttons of her dress, running down her back. He planted a further hungry kiss on her cleavage before undoing the top clasp, stroking the skin between her shoulder blades as he went.
The fastenings opened easily enough and he slid his right hand onto her bare back and down onto her buttocks again. The dress was now staying on only by virtue of the fact that her boobs held the front in place. He slowly stroked her ass, and with his left hand cocked her chin towards his mouth. They kissed once more.
Aimee pulled away and stepped back towards the bed. She reached up towards to her chest where her outfit ended and pushed downwards, sending the dress to join her panties on the floor.
Even in the light cast by two small wall lamps Matt was able to make out the contours and details of her figure. Her tits were indeed beautiful. Big, soft and natural; they sagged only slightly, leaving a large gap in the middle. Her pink nipples stood out pertly and she moved her hands upward to twist them slightly, a lustful little grin on her face. Clearly proud of her curves, she made no attempt to hide the plump little midriff that comes with being petit yet buxom. Yet Aimee was far from fat. In fact she looked like an old-fashioned pin-up with her curled locks and huge breasts, her curvy body simply begging to be fondled and caressed.
His eyes drifted down to her crotch where a neatly trimmed triangle of wiry black hair sat temptingly above her little slit. At this point Aimee raised her arms and clasped her hands behind her head. Giggling again, she struck a coy pose, cocking her leg sideways to hide most of her public hair and turning her tits slightly away from his gaze.
Matt felt yet more blood rush to his penis. He unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his shoes. His dick was already protruding intensely from the hole in his boxers and so he made little effort to prolong his undressing for the sake of foreplay. Standing naked before her, his throbbing manhood rigid and ready, Matt soaked in the sheer eroticism of the moment.
He advanced towards Aimee, pulling her smooth tits into him. Their warmth pressed against his abs. She gave a little whimper as she felt Matt’s cock rub in between her legs, prodding along the length of her slowly moistening snatch.
He grabbed her buttocks and picked her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. He slowly walked her to the bed and laid her on her back. The sensation of her pussy rubbing against his stomach was entirely pleasurable and he slowly moved his torso up and down her crotch feeling the coarseness of her pubes giving way to her slick lips.
‘Will you go down on me?’ she whispered, joining her hands behind his head and slowly forcing him downwards.
‘You don’t have to ask me twice’ Matt mumbled from between her boobs, ‘but only if you do the same for me.’
Evidently she liked the idea because no sooner had he said it than she forcing him onto his back, her tits wobbling as she postioned herself into a prone position on top of him. Her ass faced him, her pussy rested, temptingly, just inches from his chin. With her right hand Aimee slowly massaged his cock and slipped it inside her flawless little mouth.
Matt almost exploded there and then, such was the pleasure derived from the feel of her tongue and lips on his shaft. He groaned as she sucked slowly and carefully and he could have remained there for hours but he had promised her pleasure also and wasn’t about to selfishly let her down. He laid his hands on her buttocks and gently squeezed them together, lovingly planting a kiss on each. This caused Aimee to pause and she further gasped her approval when her lover’s lips and tongue found their way to her tender snatch.
He had raised his head and now flickered his tongue over her clit. She gasped again and reached down to touch herself while his tongue slipped inside her. He continued this for about five minutes while she fellated him. It was glorious for them both. Aimee herself was thrilled by the stiffness of his cock. It affirmed, in many ways, her sexual allure and prowess. His delicate lips and tongue fulfilled her own urges and in turn she made every effort to be as attentive in her own performance, running her mouth down the length of his large dick, kissing and stimulating the head.
‘Don’t make me come!’ Matt whispered urgently. ‘I don’t want to be spoiled before fucking you’.
Aimee turned and straddled him, pressing her moist pussy onto his smooth stomach.
‘Very sensible’ she said. ‘You’re so hard! I want you inside me just like this!’
She took hold of his hands then and moved them up to her boobs, encouraging him to grope and fondle at his leisure. This he did, pushing them together again and sitting up to bury his lips in the luscious cleavage.
Matt couldn’t take it any more. His cock was as hard as he’d ever know it and he felt a deep, animal desire to make his lover remember this night for some time. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rolled sideways, forcing Aimee onto her back. She knew what was coming and made herself comfortable, adjusting the pillow behind her head.
Matt sat up on his knees momentarily, his hard-on balanced a few inches above Aimee’s pussy, and drank in a sight he would always want to have in his mind. The object of his desire lay there waiting for him to drive himself inside, her legs were spread, her slit invited him. With one hand Aimee stroked the smooth area to the side of her pubic patch and with the other she caressed her right breast. A look of quiet expectancy sat on her lips, her eyes moving between his face and his groin. She bit her bottom lip.
With a swift movement he dropped onto her, guiding himself up into her snatch. His action was gentle but firm and she instantly tensed up, throwing her head backwards and closing her eyes. She pulled her legs up slightly around his buttocks. He began to kiss her exposed neck and moved down to her tits, all while thrusting his hips in and out of her crotch. Her smooth inner thighs brushed against the sides of his torso as he drove into her pussy, steadily building up his rhythm.
Aimee, for her part, just lay there enjoying the sensation of his large cock filling her, stimulating her clit. With Matt’s hot breath warming her boobs, she reached out and clawed slightly at his back moving her hands from his strong shoulders to his thick hair and back again. She let out a small yelp as he sent a wave through her that rippled outwards from her loins.
He looked up from her tits and reached out to kiss her. She instead poked her her tongue out slightly and Matt responded, brushing the tip of his own tongue against hers. He was now well into his groove and couldn’t help groaning as he felt himself edging closer to climax.
In attempt to have Aimee get there at the same time, Matt slipped out of her momentarily and lay on his side. He moved himself in behind and lifted her right leg up so that he could enter her pussy again. He began to thrust up into her once more but now rubbed her clit rapidly at the same to time to really stimulate her into coming faster.
It worked. She began to moan, slightly at first before giving into a steady wail as his cock and finger worked her pussy mercilessly. She raised her right arm and wrapped it around his neck, pulling his face into her hair. Matt breathed in the rich scent of her curls and looked down at her steadily bouncing chest. He himself started to groan louder.
Suddenly Matt felt the warmth spreading through his groin and spurred on by Aimee’s erotic wailing surely felt himself coming. He pulled out and positioned himself over her boobs. She got up onto her knees, leaned back and closed her eyes, arching her back so that her tits stood out like melons. Matt let out one final loud grunt and proceeded to cum onto her chest, all the while she wore an orgasmic, slightly intoxicated grin.
When he was finished, Matt lay back onto the bed and watched Aimee smirk at him and lean over to lick clean the tip of his still rigid penis.
Slowly then she slid off the bed and made her way to the bathroom, pausing before entering and turning to look over her shoulder.
‘You’ve got 2 minutes, ‘ she said firmly. ‘I want you. In here. In the shower. In me. You have 2 minutes’.
Matt simply looked at her, amazed at the sexy, commanding woman she had turned into. Her sex drive seemed insatiable.
He waited no more than a minute and felt his cock settling slightly. He stood and made his way to the half closed door. The sound of the shower greeted him and he entered to find Aimee sitting on the frame of the bath, her legs slightly open, her fingers on her nipples. And that look of lustful expectancy on her face.

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The Mom Incident

The Mom Incident
It started as a normal day for Ginger, her husband went to work and her son was off to school. The house work was always there and she wasn’t in the mood to clean today. Perhaps a visit to the new lingerie boutique at the mall was what she needed.
Upon arrival at the store she was amazed at the cost of there merchandise, my god she thought $95 for one outfit. It might be worth it as Russell her husband was more interested in golf these days then her.
Ginger was short five foot tall, around 145 lbs which had settled in her tits which were 36D’s and her ass. She had red hair, a great smile and as she had heard Russell’s friends say breeder hips. She enjoyed sex and not having any in six months was getting frustrating. Perhaps this outfit would spice her life up. After her purchase she stopped for a cup of coffee where the server tried to hit on her. Although she felt flattered he couldn’t have been more then 17 or 18, slightly older then her son.
He continued to make conversation and she noticed a slight bulge in his pants. Well at least he enjoys looking at me was her first thought. As she got up to leave he handed her a note which read, my name is Albert and a phone number. Smiling coyly at him she tucked the not in her bag, gave him a generous tip and headed for her car.
Once in the car she looked at the note. I should call him what harm can it do she thought, besides he liked looking at my tits. Dialing the number it rang three times before he answered with “Al here who is this”? Taking a deep breath she replied, “Hi I’m Ginger you gave me your number remember”? Al was shocked this was great, “Hi Ginger how are you”? “I’m fine, why did give me your name and number”? Al took a few seconds before answering. “How else can we go out if we don’t have each others phone numbers and names”? Go out with a 18 year old, Ginger what the hell are you thinking girl. “Well before we get ahead of our selves perhaps you can tell me a little about yourself”.
For the entire drive home he told her about how he had just quit school and wanted to become a musician. He took any job he could find where he worked during the day so he could work on his music at night. He explained he played best when he smoked pot, but only did it on an occasional base. He hadn’t had a girl friend in about a year and was looking for a date.
Ginger asked “Don’t you think I’m a little old for you”? Al laughed, “No way what are you thirty two or three”? This was a great compliment as she was going to be forty four on her birthday. She decided to lie and responded with “You guessed it thirty two”. She told him she was married but things weren’t going great and she needed outside interests. Al asked her what outfit she had bought at the boutique. Without any hesitation she replies, “Yellow bra and panties with black garter belt and stockings, and six inch heels”. “Wow I would sure like to see them on you”. She was giggling and coyly “Whispered perhaps someday.
They chatted for another few minutes, at that point Al asked her to come over to his place Friday night. “I’ll have to get back to you on that”. They both said good by and hung up.
It would be nice to go out on a date with a young guy she thought they have unbelievable stamina. How would I pull it off? From that point forward they talked at least twice a day. They became comfortable with each other and discussed getting together often. If only she could? The next two weeks went by with no opportunity for her to get away. Wednesday afternoon fate stepped in. She was cleaning when the phone rang it was Russell. “Hi honey, what’s up”? “Ginger they just asked me to go to our London office”. “Oh really, when”? “They want me to leave Friday, for the rest of the month to work on the Galaxo merger”. “Well we’ll talk about it tonight”. They hung up and she thought well now Al and I may be able to get together.
Thursday evening Russell packed for the long flight Friday and left at his usual time Friday morning. Her son Terry and her sat at the kitchen table discussing the trip and perhaps they would go over for a long weekend in a few weeks. Terry seemed up for the trip. Once he was gone she called Al. She explained they might be able to get together if wanted to. His delight was overwhelming he was so excited he could hardly contain himself. When, what time, what day, finally she cut him off and explained she would call later with the details. Before they hung up he asked “Any chance you can wear the outfit you bought at the boutique for me”? Her reply was “We’ll see”.
Terry got home from school at around two and was on the phone in his room for about twenty minutes before he came down stairs. “Mom, can I go with Stan’s family to there cabin tonight”? Well this was perfect both of them would be out for the weekend. “Sure honey, are they going to pick you up or do I have to drive you over”? “No they’ll be picking me up, his dad wants to get an early start to beat the weekend traffic”. “They’ll be here in about an hour”. “Ok go pack your stuff”.
No sooner had Terry left the house then she called Al. “Hi Al, I was wondering about getting together tonight, does that work for you”? “Sure does except my guitar player and I are putting the final touches on a new number we’ve been working on”. “Why not come over and listen to us”? “Afterwards we can get pizza”.
“Ok give me your address”. The next several hours she fixed herself and kept looking at the outfit. Oh hell put it on it makes you feel sexy so why not. Besides it’s not like your going to fuck him. Taking great pain to look her best she was ready to leave by 6:30.
Once in the car she called him and they chatted until she pulled up at his apartment. Parking the car she entered the building. She started looking for unit number 330. The unit was on the third floor at the end of the hall. Taking a deep breath she knocked and the door opened. Al stood there in boxer shorts and nothing else. “Hi Ginger”. He bent over and kissed her. “Come in, this is Frank”. The two exchanged hellos, “Ginger please sit down”. “You really look great”. “Thank you”. They were working on this particular part of a song and just weren’t getting it right.
Al went to the kitchen and brought back three large joints and beers, “We need to chill out for a while before we can get back to the piece”. Before she realized it they lit up. All three were smoking and talking about the music. Soon the pot was taking an effect as she was feeling very mellow and very horny.
Al told Frank about Gingers visit to the boutique, “Have you seen the outfit she bought”? “No” replied Al. “I sure would like to”. Ginger giggled the guys got up and came over and sat next to her on the sofa. Al leaned into her and kissed her full on the mouth, there tongues inter locked. Frank was messaging her left breast and her nipples were rock hard. Al removed his tongue and Frank put his tongue down her throat while Al messaged her right breast. She felt a warm wetness between her legs, this feels wonderful was her thought. This continued for at least ten minutes she was wet, hot and horny. Finally they all came up for air, Ginger was breathing very heavily as Al spoke. “Ginger did you bring the outfit”? Smiling coyly she stood up and asked, “Bathroom please”. As she headed for the bathroom she realized both guys had huge hard ons.
She entered the bathroom and looked in the mirror, girl these guys are as horny as you are. They seem to have good size cocks and you did wear the outfit. She kept asking herself if I go out there in this outfit they will realize I’m in the mood. What should I do? I hope they have rubbers. Finally she made a decision five minutes later she emerged from the bathroom. Both guys gave her a big smile. Frank spoke first,” Ginger come sit here between us”. “Ok but do you like my look”? From the looks of the bulges she didn’t need an answer. She sat between them.
Frank kissed her breast and immediately starting rubbing her clit through her panties. She spread her legs so he could get easy access. Al unhook her bra and it fell to the floor, her nipples were rock hard and her breathing had quicken as she felt a wave starting to sweep over her. She moaned, grabbed Franks hand as she started to spasm with delight. Frank looked into her eyes, “Let’s go to the bedroom”. The three of them got up and went in the room. Frank kissed her passionately on the mouth “Ginger please take off your panties”? Hooking the waistband of the flimsy material she wiggled her hips and down they came. Before leaving the house she had trimmed her bush so it was nicely cropped. “You are beautiful”, said Frank. Ginger looked into his eyes, “Honey fuck me”. Frank laid her on the bed and she spread wide as he got between her legs. He rubbed his cock head up and down her wet pussy several time and then gently slipped the head in. She felt a slight pressure then he was in. He had a large cock, bigger then her husband. “Go slow baby, I need to get use to that big cock of yours”. He worked up and down slowly but continued to push deeper and deeper until he felt the bottom of her pussy. “Ugh oh” was all they heard from her as he was now balls deep and his pumping had quicken. Grabbing his shoulder and pulling him close she whispered, ”Baby shoot a big load deep in me please”. She just kept moaning until the wave of passion overtook her and she climaxed violently screaming with pleasure.
Frank exploded deep in her and it felt wonderful, hot cum was being pumped deep into her womb. They both lay there waiting for there breath to slow down.
Frank moved off and Al got between her legs, her pussy was leaking cum so his cock slipped right in with no trouble he went balls deep. “Honey you feel great pump slowly so we can enjoy it”. Al rhythm was slow at first the started to quicken. Her pussy was milking his cock, he pushed deeper, and she felt him stiffen and cum exploded out of his cock, hot cum once again flooding her womb. This caused another orgasm for her and she screamed and moaned with pleasure.
Al rolled off, she was really leaking cum. “Honey give me my panties so I don’t dribble all over the bed” Frank handed them to her and she pulled them on. “At least the cum will stay where you guys put it she said with a laugh”.
“Ginger you have one tight pussy it was great”. “Thank you Frank, your cock is really great”. “Both your cocks are really great”. “Right now my pussy isn’t as tight as it was as its very wet”. They all just sat there with big smiles. Ginger knew she needed that. “Ginger”? “Yes Frank” “How about a blow job”? “Well I suppose so on one condition”. “Which is” “You both fuck me again”.
“You’ve got a deal”.
Ginger got on her knees, she took Franks cock and kissed the head, swirled her tongue around it and took it deep in her mouth. It had been a long time since anyone had asked her for a blow job and she was going to do her best. She sucked it deeply while messaging his nut sack. She kept up a slow motion of in and out while her tongue swirled around the head. She felt a warm feeling between her legs, another orgasm was coming. He pace quicken, she sucked the cock as deep as she could, he grabbed her head and held it in place as he shot spurt after spurt in her mouth. She swallowed once and pulled her head back so the remaining cum filled her mouth. His dick went lips, looking up in his eyes she opened her mouth to show him the load, closed her lips and swallowed.
Al and Frank both smiled you like cum don’t you“? Her response was “I sure do, Al baby would you like a blow job”? Al was on his feet with his cock in her mouth instantly.
She sucked Al’s cock just as she had Franks and as his cum filled her mouth she had yet another orgasm. She thought she saw stars.
They sat on the bed looking at each other; all Ginger could think about was I hope they can fuck me again. After about two hours of talking, Frank looked at her rolled on his back and said “Baby get on my dick”. “I thought you’d never ask, she said with a laugh”. She pulled her panties down and impaled herself on the rock hard cock. She was working it in and out, it felt wonderful as cum was still leaking out of her. Feeling pressure on her rectum she realized Al was going to butt fuck her. His cock was lubed up really well and it slipped in quite easily. She started crying as his cock went balls deep into her ass. Now she realized the cock heads were touching each other only being separated by a sheer membrane. It hurt but felt great at the same time. They work up a rhythm she started moaning and crying at the same time. Al came first and she felt her ass being flooded with hot cum, the feeling caused Frank to cum and her pussy was rewarded with another sperm bath. Which cause her to orgasm yet again really hard?
As there cocks plopped out she looked like a well fucked women and they all laughed at the comment. She told them “I’ve never been double fucked in my life much less had my ass fucked”. Al smiled at her “So what do you think” “Well I might be walking a little funny but I could get use to it if I practice a lot”.
They all lay there together and dozed off. When she woke up it had to be six thirty in the morning. Opening her eyes she realized the time. “Oh shit I’m screwed”, she sprang out of bed grabbed her clothes and was almost dressed before either guy was wide awake.
“Guys I’ve got to go, I’ll call you later” she was out the door and in her car in two minutes. The entire drive home she kept reviewing the events of the previous evening. My butt is sore as hell and my pussy feels almost the same but I feel great, at least well fucked she thought. I didn’t brush my teeth I can still taste there cum, in my mouth I’m such a whore, and she laughed. Once home she checked the answering machine, well no messages. Then a shower clean clothes and coffee.
She called Al and thanked him for a wonderful time. They joked about her walking and she told him yes in fact she was walking funny but could get very use to the feeling if he and Frank wouldn’t mind practicing with her. Al told her both guys were very willing to practice all she wanted. “I’ll call you Sunday sweetie and she hung up.
Sunday Terry came home and after a snack went to his room. She heard him on the phone but couldn’t hear who he was talking to. Since she needed a few things she called to Terry she was going out did he need anything and since he yelled back no she went out.
It took longer then she expected and didn’t get home for almost two hours. After putting the groceries away she headed up stairs, Terry’s door was closed but she heard voices. Knocking she opening the door her mouth fell open. Terry was on his bed watching his computer screen naked with his cock rock hard in hand. Sitting in the chairs were Al and Frank. They had rock hard cocks in hand too.
Terry smiles, “Mom you’re a porn queen”. “I am”? “Sure are we’ve watched the video twice already”. “They were videoing me”? Al and Frank stood up walked over to her and started taking her clothes off. Frank smiled, “Were going to do some practicing”. Hesitating she said ”My sons in the room”. Frank spoke “He wants that pussy and ass too”. “Really you do Terry”? As her bra feel to the floor she looked at her son, then her panties were slide down. They moved her to the bed where Al laid down cock straight up. Coyly she asked “For me”? “Sure is Ginger”. As she lowered herself onto the stiff cock Terry said “Mom I want a blow job like you gave the guys Friday, ok”? Since Terry’s cock was already in her mouth all she could do was grunt yes.
The three cocks worked slowly at first then gradually started to quicken the pace. Her sons cock twitched, he grabbed her by the head pushed his cock deep down her throat and blew a large spurt of cum down her throat. Pushing him back so the head was still in her mouth she continued to suck as spurt after spurt filled her mouth. He spurted six times before it stopped. His dick plopped out and she showed him the generous load of cum in her mouth then closed her lips and swallowed. The other two cocks were working her to a feverous pace and the fire between her legs burst like a dam. The orgasm was wondrous and a moment later her bowels were rewarded with a generous load of hot sticky cum. Thirty seconds later her hips were pulled deep on the cock and her pussy received a deep sperm shower.
The three lay there letting there breathing return to normal. Terry looks at her “Mom, the guys will be staying with us until dad gets home”. “In the next few weeks you will be practiced with every day at least twice”. “Unless you have to go out all you need to wear are panties in the house”. “Oh”? “We really like your tits bouncing around” Al chimed up with “The big wet stains in the front and back of your panties look really sexy too”. She smiled “I could not do it without you guys, but this must be our secret, right”? “Ginger got up and headed for the shower, how do I get myself into these things? Later we must discuss condoms. All they want me in is panties, guess I have to go shopping soon.

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Sexual Healing – Final Chapter

The night thermostat had long since kicked in and the living room was cool, despite the crackling flames in the fireplace. Kimberly snuggled under the light comforter with Jerry, who had his left arm draped lightly over her shoulder. Her eyes were closed and her head lolled on his shoulder. Emily was pressed against Kim’s other side, her face snuggled into Kim’s shoulder and her lips against the side of her neck. Her hand was a constantly moving phantom under the comforter, gliding over Kim’s ripe tits and lower, to the downy fuzz between her thighs. Kim was stroking Emily’s shoulders with one hand; the other rested protectively on Jerry’s limp cock.
The kitchen light clicked off. Connie lingered in the doorway for a moment, holding the tray with the three goblets, the chilled wine bottle and a mug of steaming tea. She was wearing her oversized bathrobe against the coolness in the air. She saw Kim’s eyes open and her husband’s face turned to her. She smiled, savoring the sight of her three favorite people, all clumped together in her living room.
Connie’s nipples were pebble-hard under the robe, and the temperature of the air had nothing to do with it. She flashed on the memory of the first seduction with Kim, of the wild evening after their shopping spree, of the half-crazed orgy with Emily, of seeing Kimberly writhing and gasping as Jerry’s big dick probed her, of watching Emily gorge herself on his fat cock…
…and she thought about what she planned next and shivered.
“Cold, honey?” Jerry asked. “Get over here and cuddle up.”
“I’m not cold,” she said softly. “But you can be sure I plan on collecting some cuddles!”
He smiled and reached out with one long, well-muscled arm, the movement bringing the thick veins into relief against his smooth skin as he beckoned to her. He was sitting naked, cuddled with two of the sexiest women she had ever imagined, and he was waving for her to come close to him and be with him.
“Oh, look,” Emily stage-whispered. “Rampant heterosexuality rears its head.”
“That’s all it’s going to rear for the rest of this night,” Jerry answered quickly, grinning. “You have turned my reservoirs into deserts.”
Connie set the tray down, poured the wine and handed out the three vessels. When Jerry reached to take the mug in both hands, the comforter fell away from his chest. Connie set her wine goblet down long enough to indulge an impulse: She bent and very lightly nipped with her teeth at her husband’s left nipple, so hard and protruding in the cool air of the room. She felt his relaxed groan of pleasure at her touch and again, at her tongue’s play with the erectile tissue.
Connie insinuated herself under Jerry’s right arm, wedging her shoulder under his armpit and turning her face to his chest just long enough to lick his firm breast. She slid her left hand down until she found Kim’s forearm, then followed it to Kim’s hand and the cock of the man she’d married.
She squeezed Kim’s fingers slightly over the flaccid mass of dick- flesh. Kim turned her head and met Connie’s gaze. Kimberly’s eyes were half-closed with remembered and anticipated pleasure. Connie smiled slightly and gave just the hint of a nod. Kim nodded back and began kissing her way down over Jerry’s chest to his stomach and abdomen, then shifted and moved in on his thighs and, finally, his cock and balls. Connie pulled the comforter into place so that Kim was still covered. The lush blonde had become a warm, licking, indistinct form moving under the big comforter, with her head in Jerry’s lap and Connie’s small hand caressing her head and face.
Jerry hissed with pleasure as Kim pulled his glans, soft but still large, into her mouth and sucked languidly on it.
“Know what I want?” Connie asked her husband.
Jerry carefully reached over and put the mug on the end table. He looked at his wife and shook his head. “What?”
“I want to get down on my hands and knees in front of the fire and stick my face between Emily’s legs and lick her while Kim sits on her face and she licks Kim and sticks a dildo or her fingers — maybe her whole hand — ”
Kim’s moan was audible through the comforter, even though her mouth was slowly being filled.
” — into Kim’s wet cunt.”
“What a-about you?” Jerry stammered.
“I want you to be fucking me hard, with that big cock…in my ass!”
The muscles of Jerry’s face had been slack from the pleasures Kim was lavishing on his penis under the comforter. Now his expression tightened and saddened. “Oh, babe, you know I’d like to and you know that it won’t work. I won’t even try to do something that hurts you like that did.”
“I can take it — and I want it!” she insisted.
“Even if I was willing to give it another try, ‘bunch, I’m not up to it. Aside from remembering the last time, there’s the simple fact that you three have already drained me four times tonight. Nothing’s gonna raise the flag for me again.”
She smiled craftily. “I can prove to you that I can take it — and you *are* going to be hard as a rock again.”
He smiled. “No way.”
“Bet?” She held her pinky out.
“Stakes?”
“If I prove it and you get hard, you have to give me what I want.”
“And if you fail?”
“We’ll be your sluts for a night. We’ll do anything you want for you, with you, to you, to each other — and we’ll tape it all.”
He hooked his pinky with hers. “Deal.” His smile was broad and confident. Hers matched it in a moment.
She nodded to Emily. Still clad only in stockings and garters, the lovely Japanese woman unfolded from the couch and came to Connie’s side. Jerry watched. His wife stood. Emily opened Connie’s robe and dropped to her knees — slowly, her long tongue and soft lips working all the way down. Emily cupped Connie’s butt in her hands and pulled her forward. Connie opened her legs and hunched her pussy down and forward.
Jerry’s eyes widened as he watched Emily’s long tongue extend completely until just the tip was tracing his wife’s pussy lips.
Connie gasped softly, then moaned as Emily trilled the tip of her tongue over her swollen clitoris. Her voice quavering, she began to set the scene for her husband.
“So, after — after we ate dinner, we were all in the bed. And Emily — Oh! Ooooh! — Emily pushed her whole hand into Kimberly and was l-l-licking h-h-her and Kim couldn’t stop cumming — ”
She could hear Kim moan again, saw the lump of her head moving again under the comforter.
” — And I got this great b-b-big double dong — about two feet long and really thick — and — a-a-and… Yes! Oooohh! — and I stuffed half of — half of it into my cunt and squeezed the other half into Emily while she fist-fucked Kimberly and we all came so much that — YES! YES!” She grabbed Emily’s head and forced her face closer as the orgasm rocked her.
Connie moaned and panted and finally relaxed enough from her orgasm to continue her aural sex: “And then Emily and I started in a 69 and she put her whole hand into my cunt and then Kimberly used the double dildo, with half in her cunt and the other half up my ass. I couldn’t believe how deep it felt — in my belly, it seemed like.”
She looked down as Emily glanced up. They nodded to each other.
“You took a hand in your pussy and a big dildo in your cunt at the same time?”
She shook her head. Emily stood and flashed, all but naked, up the stairs. “First one, then the other — about a zillion times.”
Kim’s head came up and she pulled the comforter back. She smiled proudly at Connie. “This thing is as hard as steel and I think it’s got to be more than nine inches.”
Connie put one small hand on her husband’s cock and stroked the length of it lightly. “Does seem bigger than usual.” She could hear Emily coming down the stairs. She too her hand off his cock and gazed into her husband’s eyes. “Feel Kim’s nipples. Aren’t they amazing?”
She smiled as Jerry reached down to cup Kim’s left breast, then measured her nipple with thumb and forefinger a good two inches apart.
“Pinch it a little, please?” Kim whispered. Her eyes closed slowly as he tweaked her sensitive, oversized nipple and then she dropped her mouth over his hard, upstanding cock and sucked furiously.
“I don’t expect you to take my word for it with the high stakes like we’re betting,” Connie said. “So I have some proof.”
Emily knelt beside her, opening the gym bag and taking out the towel-wrapped toys.
“Get the big one slippery and slide it into Kim, honey.”
Emily had already begun spreading the lubricant on the huge dildo.
“And I have even more proof.” She stepped to one side and picked up the remote control from the end table. She turned and clicked it twice. The television came on, then the VCR. The screen was blank. She pressed the third switch. The tape began to roll.
The perspective never shifted and the low level of lighting was barely adequate — but the scene was clear enough.
Kimberly mugging momentarily for the lens, pinching her hardened nipples and tugging at her tits.
“I don’t understand — ” Connie heard her own voice say from the television, and she heard Emily reply quietly: “I do” and saw the depraved smile. On the screen, Emily pulled Connie up on all fours and slid beneath her from behind and TV Connie stiffened as Emily’s tongue hit her clitoris, then groaned at the touch of the tongue tip on her swollen clitoris.
To one side in the scene, Kimberly was stuffing the end of the big double-dildo into herself.
Emily had three fingers in Connie’s cunt on the television and the electronic Connie was groaning, “Ohhh, noooo…” as the fourth finger went in.
Then Connie’s ass was hidden from the camera as Kimberly straddled Emily’s chest.
“Fuck me.” Connie’s gasp was loud from the speaker. Emily began working her thumb into her cunt and Kim started rubbing the free end of the big dildo against her asshole.
“And if we can’t both fuck you at once, that’s okay.” Connie glanced down, struck by the oddity of hearing Kim’s voice so clearly while Kim’s real-time mouth was stuffed with Jerry’s hugely stiffened dick. “We’ll take turns,” said the spectral voice. “Her little fist in your cunt and then this big fucker in your ass.”
Connie’s mewing accompanied the widening of her pussy entrance as Emily’s hand worked its way inexorably inside. Kimberly’s ripe ass moved higher on the screen, revealing Connie pushing back and down, forcing her cunt onto Emily’s hand while above her, the huge dildo hung halfway from Kim’s cunt like some insane transsexual fantasy come true.
“But you *are* going to get reamed, you slut!” Kimberly was saying.
“Fuckmefuckfuckme…”
Connie’s words were quite distinct from the speaker. So were the screams of unrestrained pleasure that followed as Emily’s entire hand pumped inside her cunt.
Then Kim was crouching lower, pressing the thick tip of the wide double dildo against Connie’s asshole. It was obvious that this wasn’t going to work.
“My turn, Emily!” Kim called.
Connie glanced at her husband. His eyes were wide and glazed as he stared at the screen. She looked at the end of the sectional. Emily was working the very same big dildo into Kimberly’s juicy cunt from behind that was imperiling Connie’s little ass on the screen.
On the screen, Connie was hunching and shaking as Emily’s small hand slid out of Connie’s cunt. Kim was pushing the dildo forcefully now, wedging open Connie’s little asshole. On-screen Connie was rotating her ass and pushing up, trying to force herself open.
“It’s going to split you open,” Kim was saying.
“Yes! Split me in half with that fucker!”
“It’s going to hurt…”
“Yes! Yes! Make it hurt! Make it real! Make me feel it in my fucking bowels! EEEEEEEE — ”
The scream trailed off into yelps as first the head, then the shaft of the huge double dildo slid deeper and deeper into her.
“Yes! YES! It’s in my fucking stomach! More! MORE — AHHH!”
Kim rammed the rest of it into her and began rocking over Connie’s small ass. Connie’s rectum was distended by the fat, pale shaft. Beneath her ass was Emily’s tongue, stroking her pussy and teasing her clit.
“Damn it, fuck me!”
Kimberly began pumping her hips, pounding in and out of Connie’s asshole.
“YES! AHHHHHHH! Oh, yeah, yeah, fuck my ass, fuck it, fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckfuckme…”
Real-time Connie tore her gaze from the screen and turned. Emily was rubbing and pinching her clitoris as she knelt behind Kim, pumping the dildo in and out of the richly curved blonde. Kimberly was moving her head slowly up and down over about a third of Jerry’s hard, glistening cock. Jerry was staring fixedly at the screen. Connie motioned to Emily, whose lovely eyes focused. Emily nodded and climbed off the sectional.
“Have I won the bet, lover?” Connie asked her husband. His head jerked as he looked at his wife, naked and horny before him. “The bet?”
He looked down at Kim’s blonde head moving over his cock, looked at the television where his petite wife was taking a mammoth dildo up the ass and cumming without pause. Then he turned his face to her and grinned. “I think you could say so.”
“Pay up.”
Emily bent to take a tube of lubricant from the bag on the floor, then took Connie by the hand and led her to the rug in front of the crackling fire. As Emily reclined and spread her lovely legs, Connie dropped to her knees and smiled back at her husband. “Turn off the television — I want the real thing!”
Jerry reached for the remote as Kim pulled her lips off his cock and rolled to her side against the back of the sectional. The dildo was still in her cunt. She reached down with both hands and pumped it savagely a few times, then stiffened and groaned, her abdomen contracting as she came.
Emily let the tube of lubricant roll on the rug as Connie bent beneath her legs and pulled her stockinged thighs onto her shoulders.
Connie heard Emily’s sigh of pleasure as she kissed the pale, firm flesh between the garters and her cunt. She felt Jerry kneeling behind her, then felt his lips on the nape of her neck and shivered, watching his hand reach beside her to get the tube of lubricant. She felt a small buzzing begin around her asshole and in her belly as she anticipated what was coming next. She heard the slurping of her husband’s hand spreading the jelly on his stiff dick, then felt the cool wetness of his finger massaging globs, then more, and then still more, of the slippery stuff into her rectum. She hummed in encouragement and pleasure, wiggling her butt enticingly as she began licking the bisexual Japanese cunt dripping in front of her face.
Emily began undulating her hips, her hands going to the sides of Connie’s face and holding her mouth in place as she moaned in pleasure. Connie felt the warmth and weight and firmness of Kimberly’s tits, the shocking stiffness of her hard nipples, against her back.
“I’ll aim that thing,” Kim said throatily. Connie felt Kim’s forearm against her uptilted ass, then her husband shifting.
And then his wonderful, huge, hard prick was pushing against her asshole. She groaned in pleasure and twisted her ass, pushing back and trying to impale herself on it.
Emily was cumming against her mouth, long waves of orgasm that were slowly intensifying, as Jerry began pushing his prick into Connie’s little asshole. Connie willed her sphincters to relax. They kept stretching and stretching as his glans pushed into her. It felt like he was trying to fit a baseball bat into her asshole, felt like his cock was twice as big as normal. She moaned into Emily’s cunt. It was starting to strain her, to hurt.
“C’mon, Jerry, she wants this — craves it! You saw the tape! Do it — or get out of the way and I’ll fuck her ass again. She loves it!”
“I’m not so sure — ”
“Split her open! She fucking wants it!”
Emily was cumming harder, muffling Connie with her spasming cunt, her thighs locked around Connie’s head.
“Do it, dammit!” Kim barked.
“But — ”
Connie felt Kim move away, then heard Jerry: “What are — ”
“In her — now!”
There was a lurch and her husband’s huge prick was pile-driving insistently into her ass, her sphincters stretching impossibly till she wondered if they’d split and then —
“MMMMNNNNGH!” Connie growled into Emily’s streaming pussy as the glans snugged inside her ass and her sphincters gripped his shaft.
“No, stop pushing,” Jerry groaned, as he felt his wife’s asshole clamping down on his dick.
“That’s the worst,” Emily said. “Now give her the rest of it!”
Emily spoke with shocking clarity, despite her orgasm: “This is what she has dreamed of — so fuck her ass with that big cock!”
Despite the strain, Connie pushed back as much as she could. Jerry’s hands tightened on her hips while he grunted behind her and then, finally, he was pushing his huge prick into her.
Connie couldn’t believe the sensation. It was definitely bigger than the big dildo and it was like being impaled by a column of flesh- hot steel. Deeper and deeper he went, stretching her rectum, reaming her asshole, his glans plowing farther into her than she’d thought possible. His dick seemed endless and her overwhelmed sphincters simply fluttered and spasmed helplessly as inch after inch of thick flesh wormed into her tight backdoor.
Emily was cumming harder and harder on Connie’s face, the orgasms becoming distinct again. Connie locked her lips around the Japanese woman’s engorged clitoris and sucked, the tip of her tongue barely touching the sensitive pink nodule. She felt Emily tense impossibly — and then Emily was having one of her wonderfully wet releases. Her cunt spasmed and expelled splash after splash of juices as she came, softly howling in pleasure.
Jerry’s flat abdomen slowly pressed against Connie’s outthrust little ass and then she felt his pubic hair graze the furrow of her buttocks. As his balls swung forward to press her cunt, Connie emitted a deep, guttural moan that vibrated through her entire body. She wondered if Jerry’s glans was really throbbing just beneath her stomach, or if that was merely her imagination…or her now-distorted sense of reality. That big cock in her was warping her senses. Her entire being seemed to revolve around it, as if she were skewered.
Emily’s hands and legs fell away from Connie’s head as she lapsed into semi-consciousness from her orgasm. Connie raised her head and tried to speak. Her voice wouldn’t work.
“Are you okay, baby?”
“Oh, yeah, yeah…so deep…can’t tell where you end and I start… soooo goooood…” she babbled softly. She didn’t have the strength to hold her head up any longer. She lowered her face to Emily’s soaked snatch just as Kim crawled forward over the nearly comatose Japanese woman. The dildo was still hanging from Emily’s cunt. It came to rest wetly on Emily’s slack face and thick hair when Kim pushed her clitoris down to Emily’s lips. Connie saw Emily’s nostrils flare at Kim’s aroma and then that amazing tongue was snaking its way upward to find and massage Kimberly’s bright red clitoris.
Jerry began move inside Connie.
“Oh, shit!” Connie yelped. “Fuck! OH FUCK!”
It was better than she’d dreamed. Jerry was only moving an inch or so at first, but the movement was transmitted to almost ten inches of tightly packed asshole.
The movement lengthened inside her and she felt the tension in her belly and between her hips. She felt like a ball of warmth and energy was growing there, spreading, swelling with each stroke of her husband’s huge prick in her little ass.
Connie began to moan, louder and louder, in time with his fucking. Now he was pulling almost half his cock out and pushing it back in. Her sphincters felt as if they were being turned inside out, gripping and coating his shaft as he withdrew, then imploding when he drove in. She tried to lick Emily, but she could barely muster the strength to move her tongue in the savory sauces of her cunt.
His grip was tighter on her narrow hips, as if he were trying to compress her around his cock. She had no strength in her arms and legs as he lengthened his strokes. He was pumping her ass up and down on his piledriving cock, using her hot, tight rectum to massage his hugely swollen dick.
She loved it.
Connie moaned louder and louder, then began wailing. The sound ululated with his strokes, growing louder as that tense ball inside her belly swelled. She felt the buzz of the pleasure spreading through her body, overwhelming her senses. It was almost scary, as if something primal and uncontrollable were taking control of her senses. The glowing buzz had filled her body, now, and was in every cell and still growing, still swelling till she felt as if she were going to explode.
She opened her eyes to see Kim’s nipples looking as close to bursting as Connie felt, to see Emily’s abdomen rippling at the touch of Connie’s tongue on her cunt when Jerry pounded her forward.
“Alllll offf ITTTT…” Connie howled and Jerry pumped longer, pulling back till his glans was on the verge of escape, then ramming forward till his balls slapped her cunt and clitoris, spreading the buzz, feeding the buzz…
Then it exploded. The buzz burst and Connie felt herself cumming as she’d never cum in her sexually very active life. It seemed like her entire body had become one orgasmic clitoris, as if every part of her were cumming — her ass, her cunt, her clit, her tits, her mouth, her fingers, her hair.
“Oh – cum – in – me – while – I’m – cum – ming,” she managed to breathe, forming each sound carefully as she came and clenched.
Behind her, Jerry growled and held her hips still tighter. He pumped faster, harder, almost brutally.
She kept cumming.
His prick swelled inside her ass hole, stretching it still more. His strokes shortened and speeded. He slammed into her, pushing his hips at her.
She kept cumming.
He rammed his thick cock all the way in and held it inside her. She could feel his balls lurching against her clitoris. He was arching, still pushing at her ass.
She kept cumming.
His hands pulled her limp hips upward, his cock jerking inside her. She was impaled, held up by his hands on her hips and his cock still swelling in her cunt.
She kept cumming.
His prick convulsed and then she screamed in pleasure as she felt his semen pour deep, deep into her bowels, hot and thick. She could feel each spurt shoot from his glans and slam into her innards and it was like throwing gasoline on a fire. She was incendiary in her orgasm, burning brighter and higher and cumming so intensely she was forgetting to breathe…
She kept cumming and cumming, her husband’s ejaculations slowing in her ass, his dick finally beginning to shrink and even that added to it. She couldn’t stop the cumming, even as she felt everything slip away and join the enveloping haze of her orgasm.
She kept cumming.
* * *
Sun glow filtered through the drapes. Connie woke softly, savoring the ache, feeling that orgasmic buzz lingering. She was sandwiched between Kimberly and her husband, Kim’s lush breasts warming her back, Jerry’s strong chest protecting her face. Kim had fallen asleep with the dildo still in her cunt; Connie could feel it against the back of her thigh.
She looked up. Emily was sitting against the headboard, wearing one of Jerry’s pajama tops. Emily smiled softly. It was the first time Connie had ever seen her completely without makeup. The black hair was a disheveled mess. She looked about nineteen and almost innocent. Certainly sweet.
Emily rolled to all fours and bent forward to kiss Connie’s temple. Jerry and Kim stirred, rolling to their backs and away from Connie, but still touching her. Emily leaned to Kim and kissed each nipple, then Kim’s lips, lightly. She shifted to Jerry and kissed his lips softly.
Connie rolled onto her husband, wincing at the pains in her ass and hips and shoulders. Jerry’s arms enveloped her. “Good morning, husband.”
“Good morning, wife. I love you.”
“I love you, Gerald.”
He kissed her eyes. “Was your anniversary fantasy everything you wanted?”
“Better. I never knew I could cum like that. I thought my toes were cumming.” She giggled slightly. “And how did you like your ‘fate worse than death’?”
“Amazing.” He chuckled. “I never imagined I’d like it so much, seeing you cum with someone else. But I did — and even more when you were cumming with me and with someone else at the same time.” He sighed and ran his hands lightly over her back. “What’s next?”
“I’ll want us to do this again, probably.” She wasn’t sure how he’d react to that.
He hesitated for a moment, then: “I’d like that…but not right away, okay?”
She nodded against his chest. “I found out something I needed to know, but didn’t know I needed to know.”
“Meaning?”
“I’ve been with other women since we met.”
“I know.”
“And I always came back to you — I chose you. Understand?”
He held her tighter. “And now you know that even with two sexy women there, craving me and me craving them, that I choose you.” He sighed. “I think maybe I was unsure of my self-control in that spot — maybe that’s why I resisted doing this with you for so long: I was afraid you might feel…slighted? Maybe.”
“So now we both know. We’re both so sure of each other…”
Emily leaned her face down next to them. “I now pronounce you desperately in love with each other and sure of it.”
“Exactly.” Both said it at once, then smiled.
Kim cleared her throat.
“Yes?” Jerry coaxed.
“Can anyone here be persuaded to make some coffee?”
“I hate to move,” Connie confessed.
“Me, too,” Jerry said. They looked hopefully at Emily.
She shook her head. “My life insurance policy forbids me from entering a kitchen. I am considered a threat to human life.”
Kim sighed. “Okay, okay. I’ll get the coffee started.” She climbed off the bed, grabbed Jerry’s robe and headed for the bedroom door.
“Kim?” Connie called.
She turned. “What?”
“Aren’t you going to take that thing out of you?”
Kim grinned. “Un-un. Y’see, after I get the coffee started, I’m going to come back up here. I have an idea.”
“Uh-oh…” Jerry uttered.
“Yeah — y’see, I want Jerry to give me what you got, while I fuck Emily with this.” She reached down and grabbed the obscenely hanging dildo.
“And where am I going to be?” Connie asked.
“Oh, you’re in charge of hiding Emily’s hand while she licks you. By the time we’re done with that, I’ll have more ideas. I want to see how many possibilities there are.”
“We have created a monster,” Emily stated, smiling.
“Good grief,” Jerry said. “Think of it — three women, each with three orifices, a tongue and hands. That’s fifteen factors. The combinations run two to the fifteenth power — that’s over thirty-two thousand possibilities!”
“Oh, yeah?” Kim answered, wonder in her face. “Then I better hurry with that coffee!” She hurried through the doorway.
“Is she serious?” Jerry asked Connie.
“I hope so,” Emily interrupted. They looked at her as she knelt and unbuttoned the pajama top, revealing her stiff-nippled tits. She leaned over them, feeding one breast to Jerry. Connie felt his cock hardening beneath her, felt her own juices starting to flow again.
“I hope so,” Emily purred again and began stroking Connie’s back. “I want to give every one of them a good tryout!”

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