Nikki part 4
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Posted:Oct 11, 2006 12:55 pm
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The Truth About Nikki ‒ Falling Off The Wagon ‒ pt4
I was so very confused; I was upset at being maneuvered into a position where I had become nothing more than a fuck toy by Ray and his friends. Yet on the other hand I had enjoyed it, I had enjoyed every thing about what had happened. Being taken like that was like being on some kind of drug or something, it was a high that continued for all of those hours. It would have momentary lulls, as one man would slip from me and another would take his place, but I had to be honest with myself, I had loved it.
By the time Sandra and Eric had returned home that night, I had decided to put Ray and his charming eyes and wonderful cock out of my mind and return to my former self. I was not going to call Ray again, and return to being just plain old Nikki. Even with this resolved in my mind, I found my hand between my legs shortly after I went to bed that night. I lay there, eyes closed, seeing Ray and his friends one by one on top of me, feeling them inside me as my fingers worked my clit and hole until I came there in bed all alone. The climax felt good yet hollow in some way, I had pleasured myself before and had always felt satisfied at completion, but not tonight. I finally rolled over and fell to sleep.
For the next three days I toured the town and basically just goofed off, as Sandra had to work. She had given me her bike to get around, as I didn’t have my drivers license yet. I had made myself a vow to be good again, was trying hard to keep it, but yet every night my fingers would slip over my smooth mound and enter my pussy, giving me more of those nice but hollow climaxes.
On Thursday afternoon I had ridden to the local mall where I had at first just window-shopped. Then as I was walking the aisles in some store I saw a douche / enema kit just like my aunt had. I started to walk away but then turned around, took it to the register and bought it. Even as I walked out of the store shoving it into my backpack I wondered why I had done that. I stopped at a mall food mart and had some lunch, as I sat there stuffing fries and drinking coke I saw a beauty salon just down the way. The thought hit me that I could use a new look, so I dumped my fries and went in to check it all out. I chatted with a stylist there, told her of my plan to cut my hair short and she said that it would make me look great. I was hesitant to cut my long hair but I needed a change, so off it came. When she was done, I loved the look of it. As I was admiring my new do, I remembered that Kevin had told me to cut it, just to keep guys from pulling it. It made me wonder if I had subconsciously done it to please him.
After leaving the beauty shop I stopped for some Baskin Robbins before peddling the bike back home. I was at the counter paying for my cone when I felt a hand on my ass making me jump and turn. There stood Ray smiling at me. He broke the ice by saying “you look terrific with your hair like that, I almost walked right on by” I laughed, partly to cover up my surprise and partly to conceal my hornyness before thanking him. He asked if we could sit and talk while I ate, I nodded and we took a booth. He asked if I was feeling ok after Sunday night and I told him that I felt great. He made some remark about how beautiful I looked with my new hair and how much he had missed me. I told him that I had been way busy with my relatives and just couldn’t get away. All during this time my belly was doing little flips and flops and I could feel the moisture between my legs. I knew that I was going to make a wet spot in my panties soon so I excused myself and slipped into a nearby ladies room to put a panty liner on. I hadn’t paid ant attention to Ray as I left the table but as I pushed the stall door open Ray placed his hand on my back and pushed me in with him right behind me. I turned to protest but his mouth was on mine even as I turned to face him. He knew my weak spot as even as his tongue was slipping in my mouth, his left arm was gripping my ass pulling me against his groin and his right hand was between us squeezing my pussy. My body reacted to his touch and kiss leaving my brain to wonder what was happening. I felt my leg move out giving him better access to my pussy and I was now leaning into him, not being held by his strong left arm at all. I could feel his hand un-snapping my jeans and sliding the zipper down even before he broke our kiss. My mind was reeling, I wanted to say stop but right about then his hand slid down my panties and his finger entered my already wet pussy. I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped from my lips as he again kissed me driving his tongue into my mouth. I felt his other hand slip under my blouse and begin kneading my breast, my hips were pushing into his finger inside me and my hands both went to his trousers all by themselves. His cock was already rock hard and was attempting to climb out the top of his waistband. As I un-did the top button of them his cock slipped out into my hands. It felt so wonderful pulsing and drooling on my palm, as my hand wrapped around it and squeezed he moaned into my mouth and broke off the kiss. He slowly turned me around and pushed my levies down to about my knees, rubbing his hands back up my thighs and over my ass on the way back up. I shivered with his touch. He told me how horny he had been for my sweet pussy as he gently pushed me over the toilet until I was bracing myself against the wall. His left hand spread my ass cheeks while he guided his cock into me with his right; I felt him between my thighs and squirmed my ass to allow him to enter me. Just as his cock was slipping between my pussy lips he moaned that I had the hottest cunt that he had ever fucked. Then he was in, my heart was racing so hard that I don’t think I could have heard anything more he said over the pounding in my ears. His hands gripped my hips and he shoved most of his lovely nine inches into me making me moan and squirm on his cock like a speared fish. I moved my hands to the back of the toilet as I had begun to slide down the wall anyway.
This allowed Ray a straight shot into my pussy, which he took full advantage off. His next push smashed his balls into me and I felt the rush of an impending orgasm already building. He began thrusting into me with firm, fast strokes, each one making me whimper and moan, I wanted to cum on his cock so much. I pressed myself back against him every time his fingers would begin to grip me for a thrust; soon my pussy was making those wonderful smacking sounds every time he bottomed out in me. Out of nowhere my climax washed over me, I shook like a leaf and almost lost my grip on the toilet. Ray was now slamming his cock into me and his breath was more of a series of muffled grunts. He exploded into my womb like a nuclear bomb; semen squirted around his cock onto my left leg, and began dribbling down toward my panties and jeans around my knees. He held me, pumping his cock into me with short one or two inch strokes until he had deposited all of his sperm within me before slipping from my drooling womb. As soon as he released his grip on my hips I turned and sat on the toilet in an effort to catch the sperm river on my left leg from reaching my panties.
I peeled off a large wad of TP and began the mop up operation, but I felt Rays hand caress the back of my head as I was looking down at my thighs. I knew what awaited me as I lifted my head and sure enough as my head raised, Rays beautiful cum coated cock swung right in front of my face just begging for my mouth. I used my right hand to continue to pull wads of TP and mop myself up as I guided Ray into my mouth with my left. His cock was still semi hard and cum was still drooling from his cock head. He tasted so wonderful and his reassuring grip on my head and his gentle moans told me that he loved what my mouth was doing. I lifted his cock way up and licked his balls clean of our juices while craning my neck to see his reaction. His eyes closed as a moan slid from his lips and his hand gripped my now short hair. It felt wonderful to give him pleasure like this. I worked my tongue all around the base and shaft of the cock whose I now carried within me. I realized that I had broken my vow to ignore men, but I didn’t really give a shit right then, all that mattered was being right there, servicing my man.
Ray finally pushed me back off his cock and began folding his now nearly hard tool back into his pants. He told me to finish cleaning up and he would meet me outside. He peeked over the door then slipped out of the ladies room, leaving me with the job of cleaning up our combined mess. As I was finishing the last part of my cleanup and putting a liner in my panties the door opened and this middle aged woman strolled in. It instantly made me laugh thinking about what would have happened if she had just walked in five minutes before and found us fucking like animals in the stall. I was still giggling when I left the ladies room and joined Ray by the ice cream mart. I told him about the lady and my thoughts. He thought about it for a minute as we walked up the concourse then turned to me and said that I would have liked to get caught fucking like that. He said that he had never before known any gal who would fool around in pubic like I did, and that he loved that trait in me.
He told me that he wanted more of what I had to offer and suggested that we head for his house to finish up what we had started. I wanted nothing more than to lie beneath him and accept his cock and sperm within me but I had Sandra’s bike locked up outside. He said that he could get it in the trunk of his car so off we went. On the short trip to his house I again thought about the gangbang that he had set me up for and I mentioned it to him, telling him that he had been out of line doing that. Ray pulled the car over to the side and turned toward me, he first asked me if I had enjoyed getting fucked by four black bulls that day. I told him “yes butt” but he cut me off and asked if I would have said yes to it if he had asked first, I said “no”. He just smiled and said that was why he didn’t ask, that he knew that I would love it, that I was just too horny for one man to keep satisfied. He continued on to say that I had about milked him dry the two previous days and he had needed help anyway. I began to say something but again he cut me off and looked me directly in the eye and said that he would ask me the next time if I wanted more cock.
He pulled back onto the road as I thought about that, what would I say if he asked me that? I didn’t know but I felt that squishy little feeling in my belly telling me that the idea turned me on at some level. I was still in deep thought as we pulled into his driveway and stopped. Ray pulled me across the seat and we kissed several times before he opened the door and led me by the hand to the bedroom just off his living room. Just walking into his house and seeing the different places that only days ago I had been fucked made my belly churn and my nipples harden. I could feel Rays seed coating my panty liner, slipping back and forth as we walked, it made me feel so sensual some how, I didn’t need any coaxing or further foreplay.
As soon as I entered that bedroom I began stripping, I wanted to feel a man fuck me, that was all I wanted right then. I yanked the covers back and slipped in on my back, I needed to feel Ray’s weight upon me and his cock thrusting into me again. Ray stood there looking me right in the eye as he slowly removed his clothes, He was taking them off slowly just to make me squirm and it was working, my pussy was leaking some of his sperm as I lay there, I could feel it slowly dribbling down the crack of my ass. It made me want him even more but I managed to tell him that if he didn’t hurry up I was going to be out of the mood. He laughed and told me that I was a shitty liar and that I was in the rut, I would fuck him anytime he wanted. He crawled directly between my legs and I pulled my knees up around him. As his cock slid into my lubed pussy my arms wrapped around his back and I asked him to fuck me good and hard, I needed a hard fucking. His smile broadened and he slammed his cock fully into me. He lowered his head beside mine and told me again how wonderful my cunt felt around his cock as he began fucking me with those long hard stokes of his cock. His hands slid under me and gripped my shoulders from the back as his cock and my pussy began making that delicious slurp/smack sound with every stroke of his cock. His legs slid way up beside me, forcing my knees almost into my armpits again and over his shoulder I could see his hips raise and them descend into me again. I was feeling a rush of pure pleasure with every deep thrust of his powerful cock into my womb. I never even felt the orgasm that shattered my brain into pieces, it came from nowhere and I bucked like a spaz under Ray for the longest time until that final wave of joy filled me and my breath returned to my lungs. Ray was talking and as I was able to focus, he was telling me what a hot fucking slut I was, how he loved to fuck sluts more than normal girls, and other things I cant remember. His breath was becoming raspy, I knew he was close, my belly was tingling like crazy, and my only conscious thought was that I wanted him and I to cum together. My tingle was becoming a roar and I desperately wanted Ray there with me when it hit, I nibbled his ear and asked him for his hot cum. The deep moan he gave in response told me all I needed to know, and my climax slammed me wonderfully hard and I began to drift away just as Ray howled into my ear and slammed himself into me with his full weight. I must have zoned out for a second as the next thing I knew Ray was squirming on me, trying to get away from my fingernails. I relaxed my grip and enjoyed the total pleasure of his cock twitching within my sperm filled pussy and the wonderful afterglow of having just been fucked senseless. Ray lay atop me breathing heavily into my ear, his sweat running around his sides and mingling with mine, forming a puddle between us before running down my sides and onto the already soaked sheet.
It felt glorious to feel his weight upon me, his heart thumping hard against my breast, his breath upon my ear, I didn’t want this to end. I whispered into his ear that I wanted to suck his magnificent cock to its full hardness again and feel him fuck my ass. He moaned into my ear without lifting his head and said, “see you’re too much, you wanna milk me dry again”. I rolled my head and kissed his cheek and told him that was exactly what I wanted to do, milk his big black cock dry.
Ray finally found the energy to roll from me and I slid down his sweaty chest and began licking up the considerable mess on his cock and balls. Ray lay there for a few minutes moaning and petting my head with his hand before speaking. He finally asked how much more I wanted to fuck, because he only had one more good one left. I pulled my mouth from his cock and told him that I would take it, and then slipped his sweet cock back into my mouth. He said that I misunderstood, he was asking me how much more cock did I want. I knew what he was asking now, my belly began to flutter like crazy, and my mind snapped back to the gangbang of just a few days before. My mind was spinning, I didn’t dare lift my lips from his cock, as I would say something, I wasn’t sure what, so I just kept on sucking. Rays hand slipped under my chin, lifted my mouth from his manhood and stared into my eyes for a long moment. He asked again “do you want to fuck more Nikki?” That was the question, my mind was reeling, what should I say? I should be satisfied, I had been fucked by a champion, but that twisting deep in my belly was saying something else. If I said yes, I would only confirm to the world that I was a complete fucking slut. If I said no, well I didn’t want to say no, I knew that. He held my gaze for what seemed like hours before a smile crept across his face. He removed his hand from my chin and gently caressed my cheek, still holding my eyes within his twinkling brown-eyed gaze. He finally asked “yes or no girl”.
I heard my voice whisper “yes” and his smile got even wider. He rolled to one side and pulled the phone onto the bed beside him, picked up the receiver and began to dial. I was frozen in place, just watching him dialing the phone to arrange for another man to come fuck me, it seemed surreal, like I was a spectator at some show, merely watching the actors. Ray finished dialing and petted my head then asked “how many?” I was numb; I didn’t know what to do. Ray said “I know you need at least two, how many more girl?” Ray goes on “give me a number girl, three, four, more, what?” I still don’t know if I said it or if I dreamed that I said it, but I heard my voice say “four”. Ray slapped the bed and laughed just as whomever he was calling picked up, he placed his hand on my head and pressed my mouth back onto his cock while he greeted whomever he had called. He guided my head up and down his cock as he told his buddy that he had this hot little white slut who was just begging for more black cock and asked if he wanted a slice of my fuck pie. There I was sucking his cock while he offered me to his friends over the phone. It made me feel super cheep but my pussy was churning like crazy. He gave his friend a detailed description of me and told him that I was a real cock , and then he just asks the guy if he knows any other brothers around who would want to get in on a messy gang fuck. Rays cock was rock hard again and he was pressing me right down to the gag point on his cock every stroke, I tried to push his hand away but he just gripped my hair and shook my head till I quit. As his conversation was ending he told the guy on the line that hell yes that this bitch was a total bareback queen. He hung up the phone, pulled my mouth from his cock and told me to get on my knees so he could ream my ass before the crowd got there.
Ray slid his cock into my pussy and began fucking me hard and fast while he explained that I had four big dick motherfuckers headed my way and that he was sure I would be fucking happy when they finished with my nasty little ass. My brain was in overload, what had I done, I had asked for four men to come and fuck me, how, why. All these questions and more were twisting my brain cells as a huge climax ripped up my spine and I collapsed onto the mattress bucking and whimpering. Ray didn’t wait till my climax had finished to pull from my pussy and force his slick cock into my ass. He leaned into me, holding my shoulders and forced his cock all the way into my butt in one slow stroke until his balls were pressed tight against my pussy. He quickly pulled out and drove himself all the way back in, over and over, his cock slipping completely from me only to be shoved fully back into me. He worked his black magic on me and within minutes I came on his big black cock, reveling in the wonderful glow that anal orgasms give me. I moaned and told him how much I loved the way his cock felt inside me; he patted me on the ass and said he was glad to service me. He told me that if I was going to butt fuck, that I needed to learn how to clean my nasty shit hole out as some brotha’s don’t like packing shit. My mind instantly flashed to the little red douche bag in my backpack. I vowed to rinse out and clean up if I had time before the other men came. Ray was working my ass in this circle as he slammed straight in and out, the feeling of his cock rubbing everywhere was driving me crazy and I came again, forcing my ass against his wet balls which made that sweet smacking sound. Without warning Ray gripped my ass hard and lunged into me, pumping his hot sperm into my ass, I could feel it flowing inside me, it was so hot and slick, I love that feeling even today. He patted me on the ass as he withdrew, told me that he was shower bound and that I needed to clean the fuck off my cunt and ass before his friends got there, because if I looked like some scag they would probably just leave.
Ray told me to use the downstairs bath, but that he was going upstairs for his shower and left. I rolled from the bed and walked down the hall feeling Rays sperm leak from me and coat my inner thighs, somehow that slickness between my legs made me feel sexy, instead of the total slut that I was transforming into. I ripped open the package with my new douche bag and stepped into the shower. I quickly filled the bag and hung it from the showerhead, inserted the short straight tip into my rear and released the flow of water. Wow did that feel different, warm water filling my ass was a totally new sensation, not unpleasant, just way different. While the bag emptied into me I washed the exterior of my freshly fucked body, damn I felt good, excited, I couldn’t believe it. I was almost giddy just thinking about having four more black men fuck me. I pulled the tip from my ass when the bag was empty, stepped from the shower and voided myself into the toilet. Without wiping I flushed the commode and returned to the shower, changed my bag to the rose bud tip, refilled the bag and flushed my pussy out for act two. Once that was completed I shut off the water dried off and headed back to the bedroom. Ray wasn’t there but he had been, clean sheets were on the corner of the bed, I assumed for me to put on. So I made the bed and tossed the sweat and cum covered sheets in the corner. I folded the blankets, as I was way sure they would not be needed today.
I strode nude through the house to the kitchen, got a coke from the fridge and noticed the clock on the stove only said 1:10. Funny I thought, in less than two hours I had been picked up by Ray and fucked three times. If I held this pace I should be done with the last man by about 8:00pm. That was too late, Sandra had been getting home from work about 7:30 every night and I had to be there when she did or questions would arise. I sipped my coke as I went upstairs to Ray’s room, the room I had become a woman in just six days ago. I knocked on the door then just walked in, Ray was sitting on his bed tying his shoes, he was fully dressed in casual slacks and a white shirt, and he looked good. He smiled and asked if I was all ready for some more action, I couldn’t help it, I was smiling so wide, I was so excited now about it all that it was as if Santa was coming or something. Ray patted the bed beside him and I sat close to him and smelled his aftershave, musky, just like his sex. He kissed me on the cheek and told me to enjoy myself with his friends, and said it might take all night to finish this job but he knew that I had it in me, then laughed and said that I was insatiable. I told him that I had to be back home by no later than 7:00 pm or there was going to be hell to pay. Ray glanced at his watch and said that he could make that happen, but I might have to double-up to do it.
Just then the door downstairs slammed and we got up and headed down stairs. On the way I went over the double-up remark and thought, “why not, suck one, fuck one, double-up). Ray led the way down the stairs with me right behind, at the bottom foyer were four black men, two were large strapping men over six foot tall and about as wide. They were both in there thirty’s, but were still in great shape. The other two guys were maybe Ray’s age twenty, twenty-five, one had short nappy hair, the other shaved clean. Both of these men were well built and between five foot eight and five foot ten. All four of them were watching my nude white body walk down the stairs. None of them said a word, they just stood and stared at me, mouths wide open. Ray stopped about three steps from the bottom, me about the fourth or fifth. Ray swung his arm around and placed his hand on my ass and said “gentlemen, May I present Nikki, who is the hottest, tightest, little slut that I have ever had the privilege of pumping sperm into”. The introduction threw me off guard, I didn’t know what to say, and so, I just waved like a dumb shit and said “hi”. Ray turned to the guys and pointed to the handsome bald man in front and said “Nikki this is Marcus, James, Cletus, who is James daddy, and Ramon. James was the other twenty something guy with the nappy hair, and Cletus and Ramon were the two older men.
Cletus was the first to talk, his eyes roamed over me as he walked forward, stopping at the base of the staircase. He held out his hand to me and I took it and came down the last few stairs to look him in the eye. He just muttered “Jesus, Jesus, why wasn’t there girls like you when I was young”. This broke the spell and all the guys began talking at once, then touching. Cletus had cupped on of my breasts, just cradling it for a moment before gently kneading it. I moaned and told him that felt wonderful. He looked at me and just said flat out “I aint never had no white gash before, you gonna give me a little slice of yours?” He was so sweet that I kissed him on his cheek and said “yea, maybe more than one”. My pussy had just been washed clean but I could already feel my juices beginning to flow between my legs. I ambled along toward the living room and as I passed Ramon, he cupped my ass and remarked that I sure needed to grow some ass, I was too skinny. His big strong hands gripping my whole ass cheek, made my juice flow increase a notch. He placed his other hand on my belly and let it slid right down to my pussy, I expected his big hands to be rough with me, but his fingers running over my pussy were gentle and my pussy started into overdrive. Ramon turned to the others and remarked that he had had a white when he was in the army, but she sure didn’t look or feel as good as me. He slipped one of his fingers into my pussy and I moaned loud enough for all to hear. He turned to Cletus and told him it was going to take an act of god to get their meat in me, cause I was squeaky tight on just his finger. I couldn’t help myself; my hips began rocking back and forth on his index finger. He asked me as he twisted his finger back and forth within my pussy “ girl, you gonna fuck this ol nigger good?” All I could get out was a weak “oh yea”. He turned to the others and simple stated, “boys, we knows our numbers, lets do this sweet little bitch, cause she’s dripping on the floor ready”. I found out later that they had flipped quarters to establish who was first, second etc, on the drive over.
James came forward and stopped by me, but didn’t make any other kind of move. I pulled Ramon’s finger from me, took James by the hand and headed toward the bedroom. As we walked I thought that I was going to burst with excitement, here was a handsome, well built man, and I was leading him to bed to fuck his brains out (mine too). I asked if I was his first white girl, He looked at me, said no, he had fucked some ugly, fat, white slut once in school, got like sloppy tenths or something. I asked him as we got beside the bed, if he thought I was ugly and sloppy, he looked at me and said “ no”. His pants had a big wet spot where his cock had begun to drool precum all over him, so I took the lead and dropped to my knees, unhooked his belt and let his trousers drop to the floor, next were his bikini briefs which released his fat eight inch cock. His uncut cock had a big drool of precum hanging from it so I just slipped my mouth over it and ran my tongue under his foreskin. His response was instant, both of his hands clasped the back of my head and he thrust his cock down my throat. I gagged and pulled back but kept my mouth on him. I heard him murmuring “suck me baby, suck my cock you sweet little bitch”. He had loosened his grip enough that he wasn’t gagging me with every thrust and I began to suck him without reserve. His balls were pulled up so tight that at first they felt very small until my hand felt the outline of his gonads, and realized that they were nice big balls. I could feel him getting close to Cumming so I started to pull off his cock; I really needed to have it inside me. He held me there, in position and told me to swallow his fucking cum, just then he came, filling the back of my mouth with his hot tasty sperm. He didn’t have a huge load and I was able to swallow everything he had in two gulps and a few licks. His cock almost instantly went soft in my mouth and he pulled it from me and walked from the room.
It wasn’t until now that I noticed that Ray was standing just behind the other three men with a video camera filming everything I had just done. I felt this rush run through my body; Ray filming me turned me on. I didn’t have time to think more about it or say anything as Cletus reached down and lifted me from the floor where I had been kneeling.
He had already stripped and his cock was bobbing all over. He leaned close and said that he would make up for his not plowin my crop and motioned to the bed. I was so ready; I hopped in and opened wide making one of the other men moan something that I didn’t catch. Cletus’s cock was about nine inches, like Ray’s, but thinner, and it had a huge curve to the left, almost ninety degrees. It wasn’t a sharp bend but just started at his balls and just turned left all the way to the tip. He wasted no time maneuvering between my open legs and as soon as I could grab his cock, I guided it right into me. I let out a loud moan as his cock stretched my pussy around the bend of his cock. I know it wasn’t going ninety degrees inside me, my pussy was holding it somewhat straight, but it felt like it was stirring my guts around with every thrust he made. He held himself up on his arms as he rolled his hips into me, and he began to talk to me while he shoved that nice long cock all the way inside me every time. He told me that he thought his was a fucking queer and that I had proven it to him tonight. That no man, no real man, would hesitate to plow my tight little cunt. My belly was yelling “here she cums” as a nice orgasm hit me in the back of my head, making me hold onto Cletus’s strong arms for stability. Cletus turned his head and told everyone else that my white snatch about bit his fucking meat off when I came. But I wasn’t done, his cock shoving my pussy and guts around was hitting that spot and I came again clutching him as his cock continued to fuck me. Cletus was sweating and dripping down on my face, his breath was ragged and his black face was turning purple. I felt another climax building inside me and whimpered to Cletus to please cum inside me, he began to slam his crooked tool into me, throwing me over the edge into a wonderful, huge, skull splitting orgasm. Just as soon as I came, Cletus threw his head back and screamed, he didn’t say anything, he just screamed, and I felt his bent cock thumping inside me, planting his seed in my already seeded womb. His face still glowing red through his black skin, he lifted from me and proudly announced that I was one hell of a cock pleaser, and then he slipped from the foot of the bed.
Ramon must have drawn the third spot as he moved past Cletus and climbed up from the foot of the bed. Ramon had another nice big cock, it was about eight and a half inches long but fat enough that my hand would not quite reach around its girth. His cock head was tapered to almost a point with a huge flair to it making it look like one of those dinosaurs you see. He told me how fucking beautiful I was as his cock slipped through my hand and into my wet juicy pussy. His cock entering me made us both moan and I found myself gripping his hips in an effort to pull his wonderful fat cock into my deepest parts. He groaned that my cunt was fucking tight as he rolled his hips and forced the rest of his cock into me until his balls bounced off my ass. He had settled down on his elbows with his hands gripping my shoulders and began fucking me with long strokes, letting his balls slap my ass with every stroke. His wildly flared cock head was making me crazy, I felt that electric buzz in my belly explode and I came hard underneath Ramon’s constant fucking. Ramon lowered his head to my ear and told me that he was going to fuck my white ass till I begged him to stop. I was still recovering from a wonderful climax but his words made me smile. I wanted him to fuck me long and hard, his cock felt wonderful as it stretched my pussy with every stroke, I wanted him to make me cum over and over, and I wanted to feel him empty himself into my pussy. I don’t think that Ramon ever altered his stroke or rhythm, but his wonderful cock, pulling almost free of my pussy hole, and then plunging completely into me quickly brought me to the edge again. Between gasps for breath I told Ramon how wonderful his cock felt inside me and how much I needed to feel his hot sperm flood my pussy hole. He rolled his head and announced to the others that he was going to be a while as he was going to use my white ass up before he planted his seed. As he turned back to face me, I came hard again, clutching my self to Ramon as I shuddered under him. He was whispering into my ear how wonderful I felt on his cock as I came, how my pussy clamped on him and was surely going to milk his cock dry today. I don’t know how long Ramon fucked me, I remember that I came at least two more times before he finally announced that he was going to pump his seed into my white cunt. I remember vividly his explosion into my womb, I swear that his cock grew an inch every time his cock pulsed and pumped his hot sticky sperm into my belly. It made me grunt every time his hot sperm sprayed from his wonderful cock into me. He lay there on top of me, kissing me on the cheek and telling me how much he had enjoyed servicing my white ass. I turned my face to him to kiss, but he pulled back and said that he didn’t kiss cocksuckers, not even hot little white cocksuckers. He pulled his semi hard cock from me and slid up my chest aiming his cock at my mouth. I opened my mouth and he placed the head of his cock on my tongue before wringing his sperm out into my mouth. I closed my lips around his wonderful cock head and began running my tongue around the edge. Ramon moaned deeply as I drove my tongue into his cum hole, then he pulled his tool from my lips and slipped from the bed.
I was tired, hot, sweaty, and could feel the sperm dribbling down my ass crack. I closed my eyes for a moment, but felt someone moving around me. When I opened my eyes, I found myself looking into the lens of the camera that Ray was operating. I suddenly felt a bit exposed and turned my head away and pulled my legs together. Ray straightened up and told me to open my legs, and pull my knees way up so he could see the hot nigga sperm running out of my white cunt. I looked back at him and watched as I pulled my knees up, opening myself to his camera, he dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed and recorded my used pussy for all eternity. He slowly stood, scanning up my body until he finally focused on my face again. Then he asked me if I loved fucking black cocks. His question suddenly seemed stupid and I replied “fuck yea I love black cock”. He then asked if I had fucked enough for one day and I said, “ Not until they are all soft”. I still wonder if it was the camera that made me act so blatantly slutty, or if that was just who I was then. Ray said that I was too fucking nasty to fuck anymore until I cleaned my cum-hole up some. Ray followed me as I slipped from bed and went down the hall to the bathroom. He filmed me as I peed and even held the curtain back as I took a quick shower so he could record me washing.
Once I had dried off I walked back to the living room, with Ray following me, recording my every move and word. I was a bit nervous yet still very excited about being videotaped doing these things. Three of the men were sitting around Ray’s living room, watching ESPN when I walked in. somebody hit the mute button and for just a second all I could hear was my pounding heart in my ears. Then Ramon stated that he must be getting fucking old if I could still walk, everyone laughed and Marcus stood up, looked me up and down then said that I cleaned up good. He walked around the coffee table, cupped one of my breasts and began sucking on it right there. I had expected to return to the bedroom, but this seemed like a repeat of that night only four days before when I had been fucked right here on the floor.
As Marcus suckled my breast bringing shivers to my whole body my hand found his fine fat eight-inch cock. I began stroking his cock, quickly coating it with his own pre cum which was flowing from his cock head in almost a steady stream. I could feel his cock throbbing in time with his pulse, making my own pulse race to new levels. My knees were weak, his suckling was driving me crazy, and then his hand slid down my belly and caressed my hungry pussy. I was moaning, I felt dizzy, so I let myself begin to drop down to my knees. Marcus took his mouth from my breast and placed one hand on my head and the other over my hand holding his cock. As soon as my knees hit the floor Marcus pressed his cock head into my mouth and moaned for all to hear as my lips closed over his hot slick cock. He pulled my hand from his cock and guided it to his ass before he began fucking my mouth. He told me to pull his black cock into my mouth. I raised my other hand to cup his balls but he again guided it to his ass and repeated that I was to fuck my mouth with his cock like a good slut. I began guiding his cock in and out of my mouth by pulling or pushing his hips; he would occasionally push his cock deeper than I had anticipated, causing me to gag a bit. He was moaning and telling the others what an obedient little I was, that I would make some a fine little moneymaker. After maybe five minutes of this he backed away and told me to “assume the position”. I knew that he meant for me to drop to my hands and knees so I turned and dropped to the doggy position with my pussy facing him and his wonderful cock that I wanted inside me so bad.
Marcus dropped down behind me, gripped my hips and yanked me back onto his cock, the impact of his belly and balls with my ass and the sudden feeling of being full of pure hard black cock sent shivers rippling up my spine. He fucked me hard, each thrust making me quiver, and his comments were harsh, calling me nothing but a fucking and much more. But I wasn’t paying him much attention as I felt a huge orgasm rip from my womb and pound into my brain. It was a huge climax, maybe two overlapping ones, but when my vision began to return I found myself almost face down on the carpet, Marcus was still pounding his cock deep into me, striking all the right spots along the way. I had just barely caught my breath as another climax gripped me causing me to drift back into another world where only pleasure resides for another few moments. Marcus suddenly pulled from my pussy and drove his cock into my ass with no lubrication other than our combined juices coating his cock. I squealed in pain as he drove himself almost to the hilt in my ass with his first powerful stroke. I attempted to pull away and he let me pull off of his cock until just his head and maybe a few inched of his shaft remained in my butt hole. Then he yanked me back onto his cock again and I felt his belly flatten my ass and his balls smack into my used pussy. The second hard thrust made me squeal again but there was less pain this time. I turned my head expecting to see Ray pull this man from me, but he was poised close to my left hip taping the hard fucking that Marcus was giving my ass. He pounded me with full hard strokes, over and over until he suddenly clamped his hands onto my hips and emptied his load into my bowels. He forcefully shoved me away from him, stood up and told the others that he needed to wash the off his cock and stomped down the hall to the bathroom. My ass hurt, and I again felt totally worthless.
The hand on my back was gentle; it softly rubbed up to my shoulders then all the way down to my ass cheeks. The cock entered my pussy and slowly slipped all the way in. It had to be Cletus, I could feel his wicked left hook stirring my guts in weird ways and the pleasure began to return. He patted my ass as he slowly fucked me and told me that once in a while in life everyone took it up the ass like I just had and that I just had to learn to shake it off and get on with it. I lay there feeling my pussy slowly begin to build up that tension and I remembered that not one of these men had even said one word in my defense as Marcus had fucked me so hard in the ass. I felt someone beside me and lifted my head from the carpet, I had thought it would be Ray with his fucking camera, but it was Ramon. He asked Cletus if he was lubed up good enough and Cletus said he was as he slipped from my pussy. Ramon had lay down beside me and told me to climb on top of him. He guided my pussy back down onto his cock and held me there. Cletus moved back into position behind me and pressed his cock to my ass. I remember saying “oh my god” as his cock head slipped into my ass. It didn’t hurt as his fat cock slowly pressed all the way up my rectum. I know my mouth was wide open, I could hardly breath with two big black cocks inside me, the term double-up was suddenly all too clear now. Cletus squirmed around behind me causing his cock to stir around inside my ass, it felt wonderful and I must have made some noise as Ramon stated for all to hear that I loved taking two cocks. Cletus finally got positioned where he wanted and told Ramon “lets do her”.
Ramon who had been holding my ass pulled me slowly up his belly, sliding me off of both of their cocks at once, the sensation was incredible. When they reached a certain point I felt Cletus whose hands were on my shoulder begin to pull me back down, forcing both of their big cocks back into my womb and ass. Within minutes they developed a rhythm and I was feeling the electric tingling in my belly, building stroke by double stroke. Ramon was looking up at me and asked how I liked fucking two big nagger’s at once. I was already very close to Cumming again, but was able to tell him that I loved what they were doing. As I came, the rush was incredible, spasaming on two cocks, both moving as one. I collapsed on top of Ramon and completely zoned out for a long moment. As I became aware of my surroundings again, Ramon was moaning in my ear over and over “take it baby, take that sweet nigga meat”. I lie there on his chest, in a dream world of pleasure; feeling myself full, then empty, as they steadily fucked me onto their cocks. I lifted my head, looked at Ramon and told him that I loved being fucked like this, then I came hard again, while they held me in position and continued pumping me full of hard cock. I felt dizzy, drunk, exhausted, but I didn’t want this to stop. My body was on sensory overload and running on pure adrenalin. Ramon was wiping sweat from his face and I could feel my sweat running down my back. Cletus broke rhythm and began pounding his cock into my ass, his grip on my shoulders tightened, and he shot his hot sperm into my ass. The feel of his cock thumping in my ass pushed me over the edge into another wild, wonderful orgasm. As he pulled his cock from me he told Ray to come check out my gaped little shit pipe. Then it was just Ramon and I.
He rolled over on top and began to fuck me hard and fast, his head in the crook of my neck, his breath raspy against my shoulder. I could feel another climax building within me, and wanted so much to feel Ramon cum in me. I whispered into his ear that I wanted to feel his hot sperm inside me. He moaned deep within his belly and told me what he really wanted, was to breed my little white cunt, that he had always wanted to knock up a white slut like me. Just those words threw me into another huge climax, I gripped his slick, sweat covered back and pumped my pussy against his balls until I felt him lunge into me, moan loudly, and flood my pussy hole beyond its limit with his steaming hot sperm. As Ramon lifted from me he smiled and told me that I had been a fine piece of ass and he would be back for more. He knelt there for a moment then grabbed my legs, lifted them high and wide, then told Ray to film my used cunt and ass. I was so tired that I was just limp, Ramon held me wide open, leaking all of their combined sperm that had been mixed inside me, while Ray panned from my face, down my body, and focused on my crotch.
I thought it was over, my whole body felt as if it were made out of rubber or some thing. I looked around and there was only Ramon at my side, Cletus on the couch and Ray between my legs with the camera. I was wrong again. Ramon began stroking his cock, every minute or so he would wipe my pussy with is hand, then begin stroking himself again with his sperm covered hand. He slid down until we lay side by side, his cock next to my face. He rolled toward me and pulled my head to his cock. I opened my mouth and let his already hardening cock slide over my tongue and closed my lips around him. Savoring the wonderful taste and smell of his cock and groin I quickly found new energy and began working on his cock with fervor, it tasted so good. He tilted my head back and rolled into me some more, forcing more of his cock into my throat, I gagged and he pulled out just slightly then pushed back into me. I could hear him coaxing me to “suck his cock, to suck it all like a good little slut”. He slid his left leg down the side of my head, pinning me in position, and shoved his cock deeper into my mouth, again I gagged and again he withdrew just enough to let me breath, before plunging his tool back to my gag point and beyond. While Ramon fucked my face in this position my vision was limited to a narrow view between his legs under his balls, Once when I opened my eyes I was looking directly into the lens of Rays camera, it was so close that the lens was all I could see, then he moved away. It must have been Cletus who hoisted my hips onto a pillow, lifted my left leg and plunged his cock back into my dripping pussy. It felt so good; my pussy instantly liked the way his cock felt as he fucked me from the side like this. I finally realized that Ramon’s cock was truly going deeper down my throat little by little before I would gag. He was moaning and had put his hand on my head and was rubbing my hair as he fucked my mouth with his sweet cock. I felt the electric jolt of a wonderful climax streak up my spine and slam into my brain. I shuddered under these two men, and gagged on Ramon’s cock gasping for air until he finally stopped long enough for me to regain my breath. It was just in time too, as Ramon yelled to Ray that he was going to cum then drove his cock nearly to the back of my skull and exploded. With his cock jammed against the back of my throat I couldn’t swallow and his sperm gushed from my mouth, running down my face and dripping onto the carpet. As his orgasm waned he relaxed his grip and I was able to slip far enough back that I could close my lips around his cock and swallow the remainder of his cum.
As Ramon again rolled away Ray was right there focused on my semen covered face before panning down to Cletus who was fucking me so hard now that my whole body jiggled every time he bottomed out in my pussy with a loud wet smack. My whole body felt as if it had electricity flowing through it, I tingled everywhere. I was trembling with pleasure, moaning with every deep hard thrust into my pussy. I felt another orgasm reach out and slam me, making me moan and squeal with the pleasure. Cletus growled from deep within himself pulled his cock from my pussy leaned forward and spewed his cum all over my breast, arm and the side of my face. He told me that he had always wanted to “shoot his shit in a bitches face”, and then he crawled up my body and rubbed his cock all over my face before shoving it into my mouth. He told me to “suck my nasty little cunt off his cock”, and I began to lick and suck his long cock. I saw Ramon finally stand and leave my viewing area and tell Ray that “he had a fine little there, but he had to get on home now”. I finished licking most of Cletus’s cock clean and he pushed my mouth from him and climbed back onto the couch. He rolled his head back, looked at Ray who was still filming my ravaged body and told him that “I was the best little he had had in a long time”. Ray said that he needed to split for a bit and asked if Cletus was done. Cletus looked at me and he was indeed done but he wished that he were still twenty, as he would fuck my ass a few more times. I just lay there on my side, feeling the sperm cool on my cheeks and breast. I cocked my head and just watched as thick drools of cum ran from my crotch, over my leg, and onto the carpet. It took me a moment to realize that Ray was addressing me, I looked up and said “what”. He told me to get off my ass and clean up because he wanted me ready to leave when he got back, then turned and walked out of the room leaving Cletus and I looking at each other.
A few minutes later I heard Ray close the front door and his car back out of the drive. I opened my eyes and found Cletus still roaming my body with his eyes. He noticed my gaze, smiled and said, “You really are a fine little girl”. It was almost a whisper but I replied, “I’m not a ”. Cletus snorted and said that it had just cost him $200.00 to fuck my white ass and that made me a fucking . I was speechless, no words came to my mouth, and I just stared at Cletus for a long moment. He started laughing and said I would get used to being a , that Ray would take good care of me, because I was young and white. I finally said “you all paid money to fuck me today?” and he nodded and said “yep even my fag ass dropped two bills to fuck you, guess he couldn’t figure a way out of it without letting everyone know for sure”. I was shaken to the core; I got up went down the hall to the bathroom and locked the door.
The tears began to flow even before I climbed into the shower. I scrubbed my used body until I was pink, then filled the douche bag and began flushing my womb and ass out. I was still in there when I noticed the water turning cold. I got out, dried off, packed my bag and went in search of my clothes. The tears had stopped, replaced by numbness, a realization that I again had walked straight into one of Ray’s plans. Not only that but I had done it willingly and had enjoyed it immensely. I dressed in the bedroom and glanced into the living room, Cletus was gone, and I was alone again. I walked into the kitchen, got a soda and walked upstairs just for some thing to do. I entered Ray’s bedroom, the bed that I had become a woman, gotten pregnant, and become a slut in was there. I stood and looked at it for a long moment before turning to leave. There on the dresser was the video camera that Ray had used to record my sins, I walked over and saw that the tape was still in it. On the corner of his dresser was a stack of blank tapes and a thought hit me. I exchanged a new tape for the one he had just recorded of me and fast-forwarded to about the same spot as the original. I couldn’t undo what had happened and in some respects didn’t want to undo it, but I could at least keep Ray from watching or showing that tape. I returned downstairs, shoved it into my backpack, went back to the fridge and made a sandwich, as I was famished.
Ray drove up and just tooted the horn for me to come out. It irritated me but I went out and climbed in beside him. He didn’t say a word as he backed out and headed toward my cousin’s house, finally I asked him why he had made me a . His head snapped my way then he said, “Cletus has a big fucking mouth”. I repeated the question and his answer was simply “why not, a fucking slut like you, what else are you good for”. For just a second the tears almost came, but then I just blurted, “what’s my cut”. Ray smiled and said I had a $100.00 coming for my afternoon job. I told him bullshit, that I had made eight bills today and I wanted at least half. He said he was going to chat with Cletus and his fat mouth. I told him again $400.00 minimum, and he finally nodded his head before telling me that this was a one time split and we would negotiate new terms before my next performance. I told him to pay up and he dug in his pocket and flipped a wad of bills on the seat between us.
He pulled to the curb just down the block from the house put the car in park and turned to me. He looked me straight in the eye and asked “what is the fucking difference between being a slut and a Nikki?” I replied “a would fuck anyone for money”. He nodded and then asked “so how well do you know those four men that just fucked the shit out of you?” I didn’t have an answer to that. Ray pressed on, he said “Nikki, you are a slut, a stone ass slut, you fucked those men just for fun, because that’s what you do, you fuck for fun, all I did was make some green from what you were going to do anyway. I didn’t force you to fuck them. I didn’t force you to suck them, you asked for it, didn’t you?” My head was lowered, staring at the floor, and all I could say to him was “yes.” Ray went on, “In your case Nikki, the difference between a slut and is nothing, you will fuck guys just to fuck, all I did was make you and I some money while you had fun, you did have fun didn’t you?” Again I could only say “yes”. As I opened the door he asked me straight out when I could do another gangfuck. I didn’t say a thing, instead I just walked back to the trunk where Sandra’s bike was and looked at him. Ray came back, opened the trunk and took the bike out which I got on right away. He asked me again when I could get away and fuck for him again. My mind made up, I looked him straight in the eye and told him to stay away, I was done, that I wasn’t his to use like that, and then I rode away.
As I walked into the kitchen the clock was at about 7:15, I had completely forgotten about the time until now but everything was going to work out great after all. I was till thirsty and hungry so I grabbed another soda and began making dinner. As I prepared a meal for Sandra and myself, I reviewed the events of the day. I found that if Cletus hadn’t told me what was going on, I would have been cool with the whole adventure. What amazed me most was the fact that I was cool with the idea of fucking more than one guy at a time. What had happened to the sixteen year old virgin I had been a week before, I didn’t have a clue? I was still pondering which switch in my brain had malfunctioned when Sandra walked through the door.
We ate, chatted, and she gave me a rave review of my new haircut. She and I cleaned up the kitchen and I told her I was tired after riding her bike all day and went to my room. I stripped and climbed into bed, then I remembered the tape, I had the tape. I bounded back from bed and dug it from my backpack and slipped it into the VCR. Hopped back in bed turned it on and rewound it to the beginning. As I watched it, I found myself becoming excited all over again, I fast forwarded to the places where the guys cocks were sliding in and out of my pussy and ass, it made my juices begin to run again. I found it so very exciting to watch those black cocks, stretching my pussy, folding my pussy in, then stretching my lips down there shaft as they pulled back out. I was running the remote with my right hand and rubbing my clit with my left, I could almost remember what every stroke felt like as I watched those men fuck me. Ray had done a great job catching every orgasm on tape. His close-up shots of that sweet cum pumping from my pussy made me cum all over my left hand, forcing me to go wash up in the bathroom. I was still too wound up to sleep so I put the tape back in my pack and broke out my journal and recorded every detail of my day. I finally turned off the lights and drifted off to sleep about midnight.
The last few days of my vacation were filled with touring, sightseeing, and a little shopping with my Aunt as she and my uncle had returned from vacation sometime after I had fallen to sleep that night. Before I knew it, it was time to get on the bus for home and my life in living hell to begin again.
Note: My next segment will be a bit dry and boring but I feel it is important to tell because it relates to future events of my life. I guess this proves that life is not just about sex.
PS, I welcome your comments on my life, after all that is one reason that I have decided to tell my story.
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The Truth About Nikki ‒ The Ball Game
I awoke feeling completely refreshed, this was partly due to the fact that I had gone to bed at about 8:30 pm and my clock now said 9:00 am. Another reason was that I felt like I had freed my self, if even for a short time, from all of the stressful things in my life, namely, MOM. I just lay there looking around the room, not really in a big hurry to get up and going, after all, I had time before I needed to call Ray. I wasn’t even worried now about being pregnant, if I just kept my mouth shut, it would be way too late to do anything about it by the time my mother noticed. That coupled with my new plan to finish school early, I figured that I was in great shape overall and could handle any other minor problem’s that could come my way.
Finally, I slipped from bed and strode nude to the shower, thinking along the way that after sleeping nude for the last two night’s, I liked it and decided to do this all the time. Once in the shower I liked the way the washcloth felt as I guided it over my shaven mound, but it revealed a couple of rough spots, which I touched up with the razor. The warm water and the smell of my body wash finished the job of waking me up and by the time I had finished my shower I was ready for anything today had in store for me (or so I thought). Being as Ray had said it might be a stay in day, I decided to wear a skirt of some sort. So I just bopped out of my room and down the hall to Sandra’s closet. After picking through about twenty or so skirts and dresses, I finally decided on this cute little blue summer dress. I picked it for two very distinct reasons, the first was because I looked killer in it and my second reason was because it would be super easy to slip out of, just pull it over my head and Walla, party time. Beings that it had straps I needed to use one of Sandra’s strapless bras, which I found one that almost exactly matched the powder blue of the dress. I put on the bra and dress, checked myself out in the mirror and felt way confident that Ray would harden quickly at the sight of me. I lifted the dress exposing my shaved mound to my self a couple of times and even entertained the thought of going without panties today too. But modesty got the better of me and I returned to my room and slipped on a pair of blue panties. Another trip down the hall was needed after I remembered that I had no shoes to match, but Sandra had the perfect set of flats for the outfit. Liking what I saw, I headed down stairs for breakfast and a very important phone call.
Buy the time I had eaten breakfast the kitchen clock was showing almost 11:00 so I washed dishes as quickly as possible and picked up the phone and gave Ray a call. When he answered we exchanged the typical chitchat before I kind got around to asking him what he had planned for the day. He again said that he was having a few friends over to watch a game on TV and that if I was sure that I wanted to be around the guys that he would come and get me. I thought about it for just a second before saying that I would like to come over if he didn’t mind. He just chuckled and said that if I was sure about it, he was defiantly game and that he would see me in a little while and hung up. After I had hung up the phone I thought about today not being much fun with a bunch of guys there an all, but I really didn’t want to spend the day alone here at the house reading either, I did that at home.
Ray arrived thirty minutes or so later but didn’t come to the door for me like he had done the day before, so I locked the front door and walked myself to his car. I was expecting a nice comment on my appearance as I slipped into the car beside him and was way satisfied when he smiled at me and told me how hot I looked and that I cleaned up real nice. When he didn’t drive away right away I asked if something was wrong. What I expected was maybe some comment about me butting in on his TV game with the guys but instead he turned to me and asked me if I really wanted to hang with him a his bro’s today. Then he placed his hand on mine and asked me ”do you understand”? I really had no idea what he was really asking me but I stared back into his twinkling eyes and told him that I just wanted to be with him. He said that he would make sure that I had fun today as he slipped his hand onto my knee and began sliding my dress up my thigh. He dropped the car into gear and we headed to his place.
On the way he slid my dress up far enough to give him access to my panty covered pussy. As we stopped in his driveway he remarked that I was sexy as shit and that he would have really loved it if I had just come today with nothing but my dress on. The thought of being around him and his friends like that sent a little shiver down my spine; I looked at him and asked if he wanted me that way. He smiled and said that he would love it if my sweet little white ass were naked under my dress. As soon as we got inside the house I excused myself and went to the bathroom and removed my panties and bra. After slipping the dress back on and examining my self in the mirror, I felt perfectly wicked. My nipples were very noticeable through the thin cotton material of Sandra’s dress, and at different angles even my areola’s were visible. I finally just said screw it, if Ray wanted me like this, I wanted it too and left the bathroom. I will fully admit that it made me feel incredibly sexy walking around with the shear cotton material gently rubbing against my nipples and the cool breeze on my pussy. It made me feel, sexy, slutty, and a little horny, and I liked that feeling.
Even before I found Ray in the kitchen dumping chips in a big bowl, I was glad he had asked me to do it. I purposely glided right of in front of him so he could notice my little nipples through the dress and he instantly did. He put the bag down pulled me to him with one hand and cupped my breast with the other. He smiled down at me and kissed me sweet and long while he kneaded my breast and fondled my ass. When he broke off the kiss he gently lifted my dress and slid his hand down my belly passing right over my pregnant womb and began fingering my already moist pussy. As I leaned on the counter for support he slipped a finger into me and began moving it around in little circles making me moan and squirm against his hand. He knew me well enough now to know exactly where to touch me to ignite my fire. I felt my cheeks flush and my heart begin to race as I glanced up at him and found him smiling widely at me. He started asking me if I was as fucking horny as my hot little cunt was telling him and my simple answer was “yes”. As he continued with his gentle assault on my pussy he slipped one of the straps of the dress off my shoulder and freed my right breast. He lowered his mouth to my nipple and began slowly suckling and rolling it around in his mouth while continuing to work his finger around inside my wet pussy. That little churning knot had appeared once more in the pit of my stomach and I knew that if he didn’t stop pretty soon, I would cum right here in the kitchen. I half whispered between breaths that he was going to make me cum if he didn’t stop and he looked up into my face and asked if I wanted to finish here or on my back. I just barely managed to gasp back to him that I would love to finish with him inside me.
He slipped his finger from my sopping pussy and slid it into my mouth letting me taste my sex; it only ignited my lust even more. He took my hand and led me around the corner and into a small bedroom just off the main living room. Almost before we even were fully into the room he was lifting my dress up over my head and throwing it somewhere. As we reached the bed he gave me a little push onto it and as I landed rolling over onto my back at the same time he was already dropping his pants, exposing his hardening cock. He slipped his ‘T’ shirt off and tossed it on the floor as he crawled between my already open legs. I was aching to feel him deep within my womb and he didn’t make me wait but a brief moment while he positioned his manhood at my pussy before plunging fully into me with one slow stroke. It was like my body was some kind of grappling device as my arms and legs wrapped tightly around him as he settled deep within my hungry pussy. He moaned into my ear as he began his slow full strokes into me, that he thought my pussy got a little hotter every time he slid his cock into me. He had done such a job on my pussy before we had even made it to the bed that I don’t think I lasted more than a dozen or so strokes of his magnificent cock before I exploded beneath him in a wonderful orgasm. Ray was still fucking me with those nice long strokes, which let me feel every centimeter of his manhood. Pulling his sweet cock out until just the head was just within me, then driving it all back into me with a measured stoke ending in a wet smack as we were fully joined. I had a forest fire raging between my legs and knew for certain that I was going to cum again at any moment.
I was just feeling the jolt of the huge orgasm envelope me as I noticed another man standing in the open bedroom door watching Ray and I fucking. Before I could say a thing, wave after wave of a wonderful climax rolled through me while all I could do was cling to Ray. I was still gasping for air as I announced to Ray that we were being watched. He lifted his head, looked me in the eyes and told me he was just keeping his word to me. I was still reeling form that last explosive climax so all I could manage was a puzzled “huh”. He had already lowered his head back into the crook of my neck when he reminded me that he had promised to keep my slut ass happy. I glanced back to the doorway where I found this new man had now stripped and was walking into the room cock in hand. I remember thinking how bizarre this whole thing was but I still found myself staring at this mans bouncing black cock as Ray continued to fuck me. It wasn’t as large as Ray’s beautiful nine-inch cock, but it was perfectly proportioned. This new cock was maybe six to seven inches with a wonderful upward curve and a pointed cock head with a wicked flair to it. Ray was fucking me faster and faster making my belly roll into knots again, all the while whispering into my ear that he wanted his little slut to fuck to my hearts desire today. Within moments we both climaxed together bucking and clutching onto each other until we were both spent and feel motionless.
That was the first time I remember the new man speaking. He was at the foot of the bed now and remarking that I looked like one hot little fuck. Ray stirred and rolled off me and sat on the edge of the bed. This new arrival began crawling in between my legs from the bottom of the bed and I made a faint effort to close my legs but found that Ray was gently holding my right thigh wide open for this new man. I looked from one face to another, what I saw in the new arrivals face was best described as pure lust for me as his eyes darted about my sweat soaked body. As I looked at Ray, he just smiled at me with that sensual twinkle in his eye. As this new man entered my pussy, Ray simply removed his hand from my thigh, told me to enjoy David’s black cock and moved to an armchair by the door and sat down.
David moaned heavily into my ear as he pushed himself fully into me with one continuous thrust. As he hit bottom and began to withdraw he moaned that my cunt was wonderfully hot and tight. For the fist few minutes I continued to glance over to Ray, only to find him sitting there, hands on the chair arms, smiling back at me. This new cock began to work its gentle wonders on my hungry pussy and I soon found myself clutching this man to me, and pushing my nasty pussy up to meet his cocks down thrust. David continued to whisper into my ear how much he loved my white pussy, how good it felt around his cock and many other sweet sexy things. His cock and sexy talk were both doing their magic on me as I soon found myself digging my nails into his shoulder and clutching his hips to me as I enjoyed another wild orgasm. Just as my climax was subsiding David suddenly lurched into me and growled from deep within himself while He shot a torrent of his hot sperm into my pussy. As his orgasm waned he again lowered his head to my ear and said that I was his first white pussy and that he loved it so much that he was going to have another slice of it later. I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath and cool down some as David rolled from me. When I felt another hand on my knee pushing my legs open.
My eyes popped open to find a large black man moving into position on top of me. I opened my mouth to protest, when I felt this fucking big cock slide into my pussy, making me moan instead. This new man riveted me in his steady gaze as he forced his cock deeper into me making me squirm and moan at every new thrust. His gentle but powerful voice hit me like thunder as he smiled, shoved another several inches of his cock into me and told me that it was good that I was already full of sperm because I was going to need it all to lube his cock enough to fit into me. Then he reiterated, ” that I would take it all, one way or another”. Every thrust into me, made me moan loudly and my ass would squirm instinctively to make room for him. I had no idea what his size was but it felt like it was his whole leg to me, as he would withdraw only a few inches before plunging it into me again. With each new push into me I could feel his massive cock stretching me just enough to let his cock pass. I didn’t even realize what my body was doing until I heard Ray’s voice from somewhere saying that my back was arched enough to drive a car under me. I was gasping for breath and I felt faint, but his steady powerful thrusts into my womb continued, making a little more of me fit around him with each thrust. I didn’t even feel it coming when a huge climax suddenly slammed me. I remember shouting out in pure pleasure as I was just pounded by wave after endless wave this orgasm. I thought that I was going to faint, I couldn’t focus, all I could see were spots of color, and then the voices drifted through the fog. The large muscled black man that was fucking my pussy with his 2 by 4 cock was laughing and saying that I was one hot, nasty, little fucking slut, and was well worth the drive down here to split me open, and Ray’s voice replying that He knew I was a party slut the night he met me.
I slowly got my breathing under control as this huge, powerful man forced even more of his monster cock into me with each roll of his hips. It was like I was in a trance, I could feel my pussy stretch with his every thrust into me, the wave of pure pleasure reaching my brain told me that my body was enjoying it, and I could hear my moans, although I don’t remember emitting them. His voice was still gentle in my ear as he announced that he was almost in me. I remember thinking “ my god, how big is he” as his balls first began to touch my ass. I could not believe how full I felt when he thrust into me, it was as if my thighs were being forced wide open at his every thrust. I felt the air almost being squeezed from my lungs as his balls finally began slapping my ass in a steady even stroke. I realized that he was now fucking me with his whole tool and I marveled at the pleasure it was giving me, my belly was churning and I wrapped my self into him as another wonderful orgasm made me whimper and twitch against his body. My orgasm must have been the final thing he needed because as I gripped his back with my hands, holding his hard, hot, sweaty body to mine, he announced into my ear with a guttural groan that he was dumping his seed into me. He didn’t drive himself into me deep and hard, but rather he just firmly pressed himself tightly against my stretched pussy and flooded me with his huge load of sperm, giving off low moans of pleasure as every squirt of his cum shot from his cock into me. His entire body had become rigid on top of me, I held him tightly to my belly as sperm began to spew from my pussy even before he had ceased pumping it into me. As his orgasm finally began to fade and his muscles relaxed he just melted limply on top of me, moaning into my ear at how he had enjoyed servicing my wonderful little cunt. I was exhausted; I just closed my eyes and rested with my arms wrapped over his heaving back.
I finally rolled my head to the right and there was Ray, leaning forward in the chair smiling sweetly at me. As we made eye contact he told me that I was absolutely beautiful when I was fucking but that he really thought that I should take a little break before round two began.
The hulk of a man that had just fucked me like I had never even thought possible rolled from me and slowly sat on the edge of the bed. I followed his lead and rolled to my right and came up sitting right beside him. The first thing that I saw was the cock that he had just pounded me to heaven with. Even hanging limp across his leg it was huge; it stretched from his groin over the entire top of his muscled thigh and several inches down the outside. I couldn’t believe it and gasped, “it’s fucking huge”. This huge man sitting beside me on the bed, towered six inches over my 5’7” frame, yet I didn’t fear him, he had an aura about him of being a huge teddy bear, which is just the way he had fucked me. I reached over and placed my hand on this massive cock and ran my fingers down the full length. It must have been about ten full inches long, but its diameter was what amazed me. With my hand wrapped around it my fingers were still a good two inches from touching my thumb. The massive cock head was incredible, it was round, and it looked like a black billiard ball with a deep slit running from the center down around to the bottom of it. It was totally black, jet black; black as the darkest night I had ever known.
This gentle giant beside me began rubbing and massaging my back with his strong right hand, I leaned forward and allowed him to work the knots from my shoulders and back. I was just enjoying this moment when Ray’s words of a moment before drifted back to my conscious mind. I looked back over to find Ray reclining into the armchair watching the two of us on the bed. I caught his attention and asked simply “round two”. His smile broadened across his face and he leaned forward bringing his face to within a foot of mine. He reached out and flipped a lock of my matted hair from my face and said that he still had another friend who I needed to meet. I couldn’t believe what he was telling me, he had set me up for this gangbang and I had fallen for it. I wanted so badly to get angry with him, to beat him with my fists, but I couldn’t. His smiling face and the wonderful warm afterglow from having been thrice fucked in rapid succession made me instantly realize that I had truly enjoyed every second with these men who had just fucked me. But I had to say something in my own honor’s defense, so I blurted out “well you could of asked me Ray”. This didn’t have the reaction I had expected at all; both he and the giant beside me began laughing. I now blurted out” what the fuck is funny”. The hand on my back gripped my shoulder and sat me up and its still laughing owner looked down at me and gently explained “if we had asked you baby, you wodda said no, but that’s what all you sluts say the first time”. Then he bent down and kissed me full on the lips before slowly standing up and leading me from the bedroom to the bath.
I realized that I had no idea who this man was as he closed the bathroom door behind us. I turned to him and told him that my name was Nikki and he introduced himself as Kevin *******. He is a huge man of about 30, six foot six, and way over 200 pounds of muscle. My hand just disappeared as his hand had closed around it, before leading me to the bathroom. But I was till mostly impressed with his mammoth cock. Once the intro’s were over he just pointed at the toilet and told me “ladies first”, then he turned to start the shower. I know it sounds stupid, but I felt slightly embarrassed squatting on the toilet in front of him, even though he had just gushed what felt like a gallon of sperm within me. As I looked up from wiping the pee dribbles from my pussy, I found myself looking directly at Kevin’s huge cock hanging in front of my face.
It wasn’t hard to figure out what Kevin had in mind next as his hand was already hoisting his cock up, pointing directly at my face. Before I could say anything, this man just gently rubbed his cock head up my chin and over my lips. I opened my mouth knowing full well that his cock had no chance of ever entering my mouth. His low, slow voice wafted down to me telling me that Ray had told him what a fantastic little cocksucker I was and that he wanted to give me his own honest opinion. I wrapped both of my hands around his shaft as he released it and was amazed at how much it weighed. I began by licking his cum from my lips where he had rubbed his cock and found it to be very salty, and then began licking the layer of sperm from his ultra smooth and round cock head. The slit of his cock head was deep and I slipped my tongue into it, making Kevin moan and push slightly into me. I slid my right hand down his shaft, pumping the remainder of his cum over my tongue and into my mouth. He moaned louder and said that he truly loved a cum suckin slut milkin his cock, especially a hot little white bitch like me. The way he said it left no doubt in my mind that he had just paid me a compliment and I decided right then that I was going to make this sweet giant cum like he had never done before for any other woman.
I held his cock tightly just below his cock head and began assaulting his cock with my tongue. I would press my lips to his cum hole and suck then drive my tongue deeply into it before rolling my tongue all around his head. His response was immediate, he began humping into my mouth gently and moaning louder every time that I would lick way inside his deep cum hole. His hand found itself on the top of my head and held my mouth firmly against his manhood. It didn’t take but just a couple of minutes of this nonstop sucking and licking to get his thick stream of precum flowing from his slit into my waiting mouth. Unlike his sperm the precum had a wonderful musky flavor, which made me double my efforts to please him. I became aware of a cool breeze from somewhere blowing around my sweaty body, but I was concentrating on Kevin’s cock too much to worry about that right now. Kevin was gripping my head like a vise, his thrusting was becoming less gentle, and I could hear his raspy breath when he let out one of his low moans. Suddenly he just said “ here it cums gurl” and this flood of sperm filled my mouth. It wasn’t like Ray or DJ who both had shot spurts of their sperm into my mouth, this was like a steady stream of hot semen, which filled my mouth and gushed around his cock head no matter how fast I attempted to swallow it, dripping from my chin and down onto my breasts. It excited and purely amazed me at the shear volume of sperm that Kevin ejaculated. I must have swallowed at least four full mouthfuls of his sperm and at least another had escaped down my chin. Kevin’s grip on my head had disappeared and he was now petting me like Ray had done several times now. I rolled my head back looking up at Kevin’s broad smiling face. His response was immediate as he pulled me up bent down and kissed me full on my sperm covered lips. As we broke from each other he said that I had just given him a world-class blowjob and he thought that I was even better than Ray’s assessment. The source of the breeze became evident as a voice chimed in from the now open bathroom door saying” quit hogging that little slut so the rest of us can have a slice of her little cunt. Kevin just turned and told the unknown man at the door “Nikki will be right with you, after her shower” and closed the door in the guys face. Kevin took me into the shower and gently washed me from head to toe, he shampooed my hair and suggested that I cut my hair from its mid back length to a short above the shoulder style. I started to ask him why when he went on and said that it would make cleanup much easier and that long hair was just to tempting for some men to use as a pull handle. We finished our shower, got out, dried off, then he kissed me again and said he would be around because he wanted me again later, and then he opened the door.
The hallway was empty now as was the bedroom with its soiled bedspread. I hadn’t even realized until now that neither Ray nor I had pulled the blankets down in our haste to fuck.
Kevin and I continued out of the short hallway into the living room. I quickly scanned the faces of all of the men in the room, checking off the one other guy who had already fucked me. The only new face must have been the mystery voice from the bathroom door. Kevin left my side and calmly sat down on the end of the sofa where I now noticed that Ray must have spread towels as all of the furniture was covered with them. It was an uncomfortable few seconds standing nude in front of four men, who were also nude, watching TV, and drinking various beverages, before Ray spoke.
He was smiling that nasty little twinkling smile of his, which for some reason excited me. He stood and introduced me to his friends, two of which I had already met in a very physical way. He pointed around the room saying their names in order, “David, Kevin, and this is Brian”. Brian was about my height and weight but my body immediately gave its approval when he stood from his chair and I saw that he had a fine cock of about six and a half to seven inches. It had an almost purple head and was quite fat, not nearly as big around as Kevin’s monster tool, which was again flopped across his leg, but quite a bit thicker than Ray’s wonderful nine-inch cock. Brian had seen me checking out his equipment and strode right up to me and asked if I wanted a taste of his cock like I had just done to Kevin?
I actually became terribly excited at the thought of sucking his cock; right there, in front of these other men. I just settled to my knees in front of Brian and lifted his semi-hard cock to my mouth. Even with his girth I was able to easily take about five inches of his cock into my mouth. His hand slid down the back of my wet hair and he moaned that it felt fucking great. I began slowly working my mouth back and forth on his rapidly hardening cock giving a lick to his cum hole every time, just like I had done to Kevin with such success. From the moan that he issued every time I drove my tongue into his cum slit, I knew that I had found something that pleased these men very much.
Brian only allowed me a few minutes of this before he stepped back from me and told me to get on my hands and knees. I was oblivious to the other men talking around us, the game on the TV, or anything else, as I bent forward onto my hands and felt Brian slide his cock fully into me with one fast hard stroke. It felt wonderful as his balls slapped against me and he started fucking me hard and fast. I glanced around and found that all eyes were on the two of us, fucking in the middle of the floor. I couldn’t believe how fast Brian’s cock was getting to me, within only about four or five minutes of his hard fast fucking I was panting hard again and feeling my guts winding up tight toward another orgasm. About the only thing said during this whole time was Brian muttering “oh yea” every once in a while as he continued to drive his nice fat cock deep into me. I felt the first tingle of my climax approaching and dropped my forehead down onto the carpet and enjoyed the feeling of Brian fucking me as my orgasm washed over me, making me tremble and spasm beneath him. I was so caught up in my own climax that I failed at first to notice that Brian had quit fucking me and was now pressing himself tightly against my ass, filling my pussy back up with fresh hot sperm again. Just as soon as he had finished empting himself into my womb he withdrew and walked around me on his knees and told me to suck his fucking cock again.
I had just barely lifted my mouth to Brian’s semi-hard cock again when I felt another set of hands caress my ass and another cock slip into my dripping box. I had no idea who was now filling my pussy until I heard David’s voice behind me telling the crowd how hot and wet my cunt was. Brian’s cock tasted incredible as he slid his still warm and leaking cock into my mouth letting out a load moan as I gave his cock head a hard lick on entry. He clasped each side of my head in his hands and began moaning about my cocksucking talents and fucking my mouth with short strokes. I felt myself drifting into a kind of out of body experience or some thing. I was aware of David’s cock fucking me, of my body reacting to his thrusts, of my tongue and mouth wrapped around Brian’s cock sucking and licking, my labored breath’s, but I was no longer in control of these things. My body was reacting to these men on its own and my brain was so overloaded that I had just become some sort of weird spectator trapped inside myself. I felt myself gulp and swallow Brian’s sperm as he exploded first into my mouth, then pulling out and depositing everything else onto the side of my face and chin. I remember him moaning loudly that he had always wanted to shoot his shit on a bitches face. I remember Ray telling David to sample my nasty ass and his response that he wanted his juice in my cunt. I remember David making me cum and squeal as another climax gripped my exhausted body. All of these things were going on around me while I just floated in this rolling sea of overlapping pleasure.
I have no idea how long I had knelt there with my face on the carpet and my butt up in the air. The next thing I remember is something new entering my pussy making me moan and bringing me partially back into this world. Then I heard Ray behind me telling everyone that if they weren’t going to fuck my nasty slut ass that he would rip a slice of it. I figured out what was inside me, two of Ray’s fingers worked my pussy for a few seconds then slipped into my ass lubing my hole with sperm. I next felt Ray shove himself completely into my dripping box and give me a few strokes before pulling out and plunging into my rectum with enough force to bring a long moan from my used body. His next thrust made his balls slap into my cream covered pussy. And his voice rang in my ears as he announced that they were all missing out on a tight little asshole. He fucked me hard making me grunt at each stroke, and was laughing and telling the others how he loved fucking my nasty little shithole. I lay there listening to his words, feeling my face slip around on the carpet, his cock fucking me, and my body reacting even though it had no more to give. The orgasm that hit me a few minutes later pushed me further into this strange zombie zone. My body quivered with its impact, moans escaped my lips, but I really wasn’t there anymore. The force of his fucking tried to pull me back from this place yet before it could, he groaned to all that he was givin me a shit cream pie and I felt his warm cum flowing into me. His cock withdrew from me and I drifted off.
I first opened my eyes and awoke as Kevin was lifting me up off the floor. His strong hands and arms plucked me up and he carried me from the dark living room and down the hall to the bath. I was exhausted; I could feel the muscles of my entire body trembling with exertion. I opened my eyes and Kevin’s wide grin greeted me. He said “welcome back baby girl”. I could hardy talk but I managed to ask him the time. His reply was startling to me when he told me that it was almost 1:00 am. Still holding me bent over and started the shower, waited a moment for it to get warm and then stepped inside. He held me under the warm spray, letting it play over my body as he turned from side to side, it felt wonderful. I looked back into his soft eyes and he just bent down to me and kissed me sweetly before speaking again. He said that I had been fantastic and deserved a hot shower before bed. Then he asked if I could stand so that he could clean me up some. I had forgotten that he was holding me in his arms, and told him that I thought I could. He stood me up on my weak trembling legs, told me to hold onto the shower head and he began washing me gently, giving me a massage as he went. By the time he turned off the water I truly felt like myself again, but Kevin insisted on helping me from the tub and drying me off. He led me back down the hall, to the bedroom where this had all started. Leaving my side just long enough to pull the covers down, before helping me in before slipping in beside me.
He rolled onto his side and began placing gentle kisses on my lips, and then moving slowly down to my ears, then neck. Even as tired as I was his gentle kisses and hands that were lightly tracing all over my breasts, belly and legs, was arousing me. I remember this weird thought that popped into my head “you are such a slut”, and it made me smile. Kevin saw me smile and asked if I was enjoying myself and I glanced into his soft brown eyes and told him that I loved everything that I could remember. He chuckled into my ear and gave me a full recap of the day, which had ended with Ray’s final assault on my ass. He went on to say that everyone had left right after the show, but that everyone had loved servicing me. He went back to kissing and suckling me, working ever lower, first to my breasts, making me quiver, not with exhaustion now, but arousal. He lingered there until I was squirming slightly, before continuing down over my belly to my mound. My heart was beginning to race again and I could already feel the heat building within me. I fully expected Kevin to mount me and fuck me to another wonderful climax or two, but he didn’t. He very gently lifted my legs and slid his head in between my thighs. I just knew that no man would possibly want to touch me there with his tongue after what I had done, but he first nuzzled my used pussy, and then slipped his tongue within me. The gentle touch of his tongue on the sensitive folds of my pussy made me twitch and expel all the breath from my lungs. A wonderful rush of pleasure radiated up my back and flowed throughout my body as he licked and sucked my inner folds deeper and deeper with his flicking tongue. My hand found itself on the back of his head as he slurped and licked the combined semen of all four men who had used me like a condom. He quickly gave me a tremendous orgasm, making me buck against his face and clutch his head to my womb’s door.
He lifted his face from my crotch and slid back up beside me with globs of sperm dangling from his chin and smears of the thick white substance on both cheeks. I rolled onto his chest looked directly into his glowing eyes and licked every dribble and smudge of sperm from his face. Then I whispered into his ear that I had truly loved him licking my pussy, but I had never expected it. His low voice told me that he would never fuck anything that he wouldn’t eat, and that I had tasted as good as I had fucked. He hadn’t made any move to initiate further sex, but I suddenly wanted to pleasure him again. I sent this message to him by grasping his huge cock with my hand and softly stroking him. He moaned deeply and asked if I was sure that my little white ass had enough left to milk his meat again. Remembering his words from earlier I told him that he had wanted me again, and here I was, just for his pleasure. He easily slid me up onto his broad chest and kissed me deeply before telling me to sit up and guide his cock into my pussy. I lifted myself up with weak trembling legs and placed the head of his magnificent cock into my pussy. His hands guided and half supported me as we locked eyes and he began pressing my hips down onto his manhood. I felt the walls of my womb stretch but the constant fucking of the day must have loosened me up somewhat as he just slowly slid me down that black fence post of his until I was sitting on his belly, totally impaled on his cock and loving the way it felt inside me. He pulled me down onto his chest and moaned that my sweet cunt felt like a velvet glove on his cock, almost making me blush. He guided my hips in slow motions up and down his cock, almost pulling completely before redirecting his pressure and pressing me back down to the base of his tool. I was feeling this wonderful glow emanating from his cock and surrounding us both as I felt yet another climax building within me. He must have known that I was getting very close as he pulled me to his chest and held my hips tightly, whispering how much he loved the way my white cunt felt when I came on his cock. He didn’t have but seconds to wait as I clutched his shoulders and trembled against him with a climax that lasted for what seemed like minutes. As I was shuddering in his arms he was whispering to me that how much he loved my white cunt and how he was going to make me cum again before filling me with his seed again. I kissed him on his cheek as I lifted my head from his shoulder and he looked at me and just made a statement, a statement of fact. “You aint no college girl, you a young ass little girl”. I tried to bluff my way free from the accusation, but he just chuckled and said that one thing he knew in life was pussy, that a girls pussy couldn’t lie and that my little fucking cunt was telling him that I was young shit. I gave up and just said ”maybe”. He grinned at me and said he didn’t give a shit how old I was, that I had a nice little cum hole and he would fuck it anytime, anywhere. Even while our little debate was going on he had steadily pumped my pussy up and down on his wonderful cock, bringing me close to yet another orgasm. I finally just rested my head on his shoulder and told him “ please just shut up and fuck me”. He chuckled again and began fucking me onto his cock faster and with a bit more power. That did it, I exploded on his chest, bucking on his cock with pure pleasure, and then hearing him moan loudly announcing his climax and feeling his hot flood of sperm begin filling every nook and cranny of my pussy, finally flowing from my womb onto his balls and groin. He was kissing me again on my cheek as I remained resting on his shoulder, I was tired, very tired, but I also felt wonderful, his cock still inside me, his hands gently caressing my back, and those soft kisses on my cheeks. I reflected a moment on how I had arrived here, what had made me surrender to four men and let them do whatever they had wished, but I was just to tired to think about it now. I finally crawled off of Kevin’s chest and fell into a coma.
I woke up with someone kissing the back of my neck and squeezing my breast, it felt really good so I tried to just play like I was asleep and enjoy it. But that plan didn’t work as Kevin shifted his position and poked the head of his hard cock against my ass. My first thoughts were “what time is it?” and “how can he be hard?” but I rolled back into him and shifted myself onto my back. He nuzzled my cheek and kissed my nose before saying good morning. I realized that I felt good, no aches or pains, and well rested too. I figured that it must be at least noon, but there was now way of knowing as the door was shut and the curtains were pulled tight. Kevin had placed his hand on my leg even as I was still rolling over and was already fingering my sticky pussy. It was working in his favor too, what he was doing felt very nice and I opened my legs some to let him have better access. He murmured into my ear “is the little white slut horny this morning”. We both knew that answer to his question as my hips were already humping into his finger, but I looked at him and “yes, and the slut needs a good fucking”. A little voice inside my head yelled ”what did you say” and I realized that I now used the “f’ word, another landmark in my life.
Kevin interrupted further self examination as he pushed my legs open wider and rolled on top of me. He lifted my ass and slid his pillow underneath me before pushing my knees forward. I reached between us and guided his club of a cock into my pussy before grasping my knees while he worked his cock into me. I loved the way he felt as he leaned into me and placed his hands on either side of my neck, then rolling his hips forward, pressing his cock deeper and deeper. He never pulled out of me at all; he just continued to slowly press his cock into me in one long push. The feeling of being filled with huge cock like this was incredible, and being able to look between us and see this mammoth black pole slowly disappearing into my white pussy almost made me cum right then. I loved the moment so much that I couldn’t stop myself from telling him how much I needed him to fuck me. He said that he would fuck my sweet young ass good and pump his nuts dry in my nasty white womb. I watched as Kevin’s belly pressed against my white skin and it felt wonderful to be so full of hard cock. He moaned that it was time to give me the hot nasty fuckin I had asked for and pulled his cock about halfway out then pounded it back into me. I gasped at this and released my knees in shock more than anything. His sudden change from the wonderfully slow fucks he had givin me twice now was so much different than this. His cock was so huge that as he drew it out of me it felt as if I was being sucked inside out, only to have him shove it completely back in, taking my breath away. He had only pounded me like this ten or fifteen times when I suddenly squealed and clamped myself to him as a massive orgasm struck me without warning. I remember trying to hold onto him while he slammed his cock into me with all the energy he possessed, racked by orgasm after orgasm, gasping for breath, thinking that I was going to pass out, when he slowed to a crawl in his fucking. I was clinging to him gulping in all the air I could when I became aware of his low laughter in my ears. As soon as I regained my ability to focus and breath I found him still chuckling while looking me directly in the face. Kevin lowered his head to my ear and said, “ You like your nigger dick fast and hard, don’t you?” I weakly nodded and he smiled and began fucking me faster and harder again. It only seemed like moments went by before I felt another climax rip through my body and again, all I could do was clutch Kevin’s back as I bucked with pleasure beneath him. I wasn’t sure how much more of his fucking I could take. I was feeling faint again and was covered in sweat not to mention this huge black man driving me into the mattress passing his heat into me, but this was wonderful. Kevin had slowed his pace again but as soon as he saw that I had recovered he began again. This time I could tell that he was close to cumming too. I wanted to feel his huge rush of semen within my belly again and I asked him to fill me with his seed. He was now ramming himself into me, grunting each time that he bottomed out within my womb, I needed him to cum with me, I could feel my climax coming, so I whimpered to him as it hit me full force that I wanted his black seed. I don’t know if my words had any effect or if it was just his time but he shoved his cock deep within me, let out a loud-moaning grunt and shot his cum load into my stretched and very well fucked pussy. For just a few moments I thought that we had finished, but again, I was wrong.
Kevin lifted his body from mine and it felt like a truck had just driven off of my chest. I could breath so easily now and I could feel the air cooling my overheated sweat soaked body. I thought Kevin was going to get out of bed but he just turned around into as sixty-nine position, grabbed me but my hips and rolled me on top of him. I wasn’t sure at first what this was all about until he pushed my legs wide and folded them on either side of his body. His hands went to my ass and pulled my cum filled pussy down onto his mouth, licking and slurping as fast as he been fucking me. I squirmed on his face as he licked all the spots that made me squeal. I grabbed his cock and tried to suck it, but his expert licking made me cum before I ever even got a taste of his gooey cock. He clamped my pussy to his face and continued to thrash it with his tongue even as I was bucking wildly with my orgasm. My orgasm didn’t have a chance of fading away as his talented tongue brought me to another wild bucking climax. His grip loosened on my ass and I lifted my hips from his mouth. His voice boomed from underneath me “I don’t want to know how young you is, but you sure got some hot nasty pussy there”. I had moved myself clear of his upper torso and finally lifted his cock to my mouth and began to suck him as hard as I could. His hand pushed my mouth from him immediately and he just said “no more for you girl” and rolled over and sat up on the edge of the bed. I twisted around and slipped in beside him, instantly planting a wet cummy kiss on his cheek. He shook his head, turned to me, and said “girl you are too much, I have never seen any little sweet bitch take that much cock and still be smiling”. I beamed at him and said, “thank you baby, I loved your cock too”. We sat there for just a couple of minutes cooling down and when Kevin mentioned a shower I told him that this time, I wanted to wash his sweet black ass like he had washed me. He followed me smiling down the hall and into the shower.
After our shower we got dressed and I looked around for ray, but he wasn’t there. I offered to make Kevin breakfast but he said no, he would buy me my preference, a late lunch or early dinner. He said that 5:00pm was a bit late for eggs and bacon. I was a bit shocked at the time, but we had slept some and fucked a lot. I told him I was famished and wanted dinner, he smiled and said that’s what he was wanting too. He took me to this out of the way place to eat, it was in a rundown area of town and I knew why. It was because he was black, I was white and maybe, just maybe he didn’t want to be seen with me. I had learned a little bit about people the day before at the lake, so I figured Kevin was just taking precautions. We both had steaks, and I thought mine was great, but Kevin said his wasn’t worth shit. I noticed however that he had eaten every bit of it. We got back into his car and he asked for my address so he could drop me off. I gave it to him and away we went. On the way he opened his glove box and passed me a card, which had just his name and a phone number on it. He looked at me and told me that if I ever got up to Portland that he would like to see me again. I don’t know why, but I felt myself blushing bright red. He chuckled and said that he sure could think of some shit we could do there if I ever had the chance to get there. I told him that I would defiantly call him if I ever got there and went on to say that I had really enjoyed meeting him. He laughed again and said “ me too sweet meat, me too”. I had to tell him where to make the final turn and he pulled up to the curb. As I got out he bent over once more kissed me on the cheek and told me to call him.
I went into the house, stripped, started another load of laundry and took the dry stuff up stairs and put it away. In doing so I thought to my self, shit I do more laundry here than I do at home, then the nasty thought hit me that I didn’t come home with sperm between my legs at home either. That thought made me smile and I went back to my room and dropped of to sleep almost instantly.
I am unsure what I dreamed about during my sleep but when I awoke that afternoon, I woke up pissed off and sore as hell. My hips hurt way down deep like my joints had all been pulled apart, the muscles of my tummy hurt, my pussy area was of course tender and bright pink from the abuse it had taken, and for some reason it felt like I had a nail driven right in my back between my shoulders. I limped my way to the bathroom, started the water in the tub and sat on the commode to do my do.
The anger suddenly welled and overflowed from me making me sob like a small . I realized that I was not pissed off so much at Ray and his friends who had used me like some kind of fuck toy to be used, then discarded. I was really, really pissed off at myself for letting it happen. I wiped my very tender parts (everything seemed tender) and slipped into the tub to attempt to soak out some of my pain but more importantly to wash some of my own smuttiness off.
I began to re-analyze all of my actions and thoughts from the second I stepped off that bus only a few days ago. I went through my words and actions, second by second from that time forward. Things began to slowly slip into place and I was confused as to why I hadn’t put them together that first night at the party. I had been a train wreck waiting to happen when I left home. I was lonely, miserable, pissed off at mom, and felt like no one gave a shit about me. Then I had been transformed into something resembling a swan by my cousin and dumped in a social situation where I had no experience. I could see it all now; I couldn’t really blame Ray for pouncing on me like a on a piece of fresh meat, because that is exactly what I was. He was handsome and charming, he treated me much better than any man before had ever treated me, and he said all the sweet things (at first) to make me feel like a star. I take it back, I do blame him too. He recognized me as naive and took full advantage of the situation, he had played my like a fiddle and I had let it all happen. I sat and thought and cried in the tub until I finally noticed that the water was becoming damn cold. I got out, dried off and sat back down on my bed.
As I leaned back I felt a rough spot on the sheet and turned and looked at it, it was semen, quite a bit of it dried in several little puddles on the bed. It had obviously leaked from my womb during my sleep these past few nights. My hand slid down my belly and I slipped a finger inside me then withdrew it. It was coated with semen, I bent forward and opened my self and saw that there was unmistakably lots of sperm within me. I jumped up and went to Sandra’s bathroom looking for some masingale douche without luck. Then it was off to aunt Sara’ and uncle Bill’s bathroom. What I found on the inside of the towel closet was an old-fashioned douche bag with a hose on it.
I grabbed it and went back to my bathroom, hanging it on the showerhead and climbing in before turning the water back on. I filled the bag with the warm water and figured out how to turn the flow on and off with this metal clip thing. It had a nozzle on it that was about six inches long with a tip that looked like a rose bud with holes drilled all over it. I leaned against the wall, inserted it fully to the little red hose and turned it on. I felt the warm water flowing into my semen filled uterus and watched as the bag slowly went limp as it filled me up. The nasty thought washed through my brain that the bag was just like their cocks; they went limp as they emptied into me too. As the water had flowed from the bag into me, some water had dribbled from my pussy but not nearly what I had just put in. I removed the nozzle and squatted right there in the tub and pushed, the water gushed from me onto the shower floor and headed for the drain. It carried with it large clumps of thick white sperm. I stood, refilled the bag and reinserted the nozzle; I was determined to cleanse those men from me. I went through the same procedure with better results, less semen was present in my discharge. I refilled the bag and did this ritual again a third time, just water squirted out of my pussy. I thought about doing it one more time just to make sure but decided not to, I needed to think and record my confusion in my ledger.
I dried off again, got dressed, stripped the bedding and headed for the laundry again. After getting the soiled sheets in the washer I went back up retrieved my diary and returned to the kitchen counter to eat and write. I nibbled on cold chicken from the fridge and wrote everything that I could remember down, adding more and more little details as they flowed to the top of my mind. When I was done I reread what I had recorded and was revolted, excited, and amazed, by my own words. On one hand I was still very upset with myself for this whole thing, yet I had written with my own hand how much I had “loved” this or that. I knew that I was still very fucked up mentally because of this, but I needed to find some answers. So I flipped back to the night of my deflowering and slowly reread every word that I had recorded since I arrived here.
It was if I were two separate people. What I had thought of as ME was shocked at my recorded attitude and actions. I would have never allowed men to violate me like that. I had always thought that girls who sucked cock were sick and that allowing any man to enter my anus was just completely out of the question. The list of violations went on and on in my good girl mind. Yet I had done these things not only willingly, but also with wild abandon. Yet I felt my pulse increase just reading my own words and reliving those events. I was confused about much, yet I knew now that Ray was the cause of most of my confusion.
He had “groomed” me for his own purposes. He had arranged for DJ to show up that first night now, of that I was sure now. He had lied and said it was just an accident, yet recalling what had actually happened was that he had purposely held my head and gagged me on his cock to allow DJ enough time to enter me and gain control of my hips. Then he had romanced me the next day, mildly checking if I would perform for him in a public area, and I did. I had to admit that fucking in public had excited me, I think because of the possibility of discovery. Then for the last act, he started off yesterday like it was just him and I, spontaneously having sex, then introducing one man after another into the mix until I had been reduced to nothing more than a party favor for him and his friends to use at will. And I had fallen for it all. I had to admit that the black of a bitch was fucking good at this game. He had used me to his hearts content then passed me off to four other men. That number shocked me and excited me at the same time, five men in only three days.
I closed my diary and headed for the washer, I still had laundry to do, and a douche bag to be cleaned and returned, and Sandra and Eric were due back from their camping trip today sometime.
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Note:
I started writing in my diary or my journal as I sometimes call it, when I was ten years old. I initially started out of loneliness, because I had few friends. This was because mom would not allow me to visit others homes, nor could they come to mine. So when I got home from school about my only options were do school work (I became an honor role student), read books (approved by mom), or write about daily events, my hopes and dreams, and my feelings about my life in general.
It was a form of therapy I guess that allowed me to vent my anger and frustrations in writing instead of just going crazy. As my first diary became full, mom refused to by me another so I resorted to using spiral bound notebooks under the excuse that I needed them for school. This became a safe way to keep my writing hidden, as mom never checked my schoolbooks or supplies for un-holy items. It just became habit to either spend and hour before bed or early in the morning recording a log of my daily events. I still do it today.
I have attempted to de-cipher my confused rambling to recreate an accurate record of this time in my life, I have not embellished any event, and I haven’t omitted any either (which was a recommendation of my husband).
This was the end of my three-day sex marathon. I will summarize days or weeks preceding my next sexual encounters, as I am sure that no one but myself cares about my day-to-day life when nothing happened.
My next attempt will be entitled, Falling Off The Wagon /pt4
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Nikki part 2
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Posted:Oct 11, 2006 12:53 pm
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The Truth About Nikki ‒ A Day at The Beach
I awoke the next day to sun streaming through the bedroom window, birds singing, all was well with the world. As I rolled over I became aware of some aches and pains checking in from different locations around my body. My mind drifted back to the events of the previous night as my hands traced down my body looking for the source of my sore spots. What my hands discovered only reinforced the fact that I had not dreamed up the wild fuck session of the night before.
I threw off the covers and looked down at my body, my entire groin area was covered with dried semen. As I opened my legs this dried mess included streaks with a definite pinkish ting. It brought a smile to my face knowing that those pink streaks were all that was left of my virginity. I gently rubbed my hand over my belly remembering that there was a even now growing within me. I began thinking of what my next action should be in regards to my pregnancy. I had never though about the abortion option before, why would I?, I had never had any reason to, until now. The thought of destroying something that I had willingly produced just seemed so wrong to me. I put these thoughts aside and slid from bed and headed for the bathroom. I recoiled at my image in the mirror, my hair was shooting out in all different directions, the eye shadow that Sandra had applied so beautifully was smeared and streaked down the side of my face, I truly did have that ‘well fucked slut look’ as Ray had called it. I turned and sat on the commode to do the morning do and became aware of a slight stinging sensation as I peed. I found that doing my number 2 was equally sensitive, but not terribly so. As I stood and turned to flush I noticed some white stringy substance in the toilet and it took me about half a second to recognize it as semen, probably DJ’s final contribution before he had gone home.
I stepped into the shower and leaned against the wall, loving the feeling of the hot water flowing down over my body. I don’t know how long I stayed like that before I finally grabbed the body wash and began cleansing the sweat and semen from my body. My pussy and ass were only mildly sensitive to the touch, which surprised me; I would have expected to be very sore after the long hard night of fucking that I had just endured. After showering and shaving my legs a wicked thought struck me. I decided to shave the blonde curls from my pussy as a surprise for Ray. I soon found that I had to sit down in the stall to reach the last bit of my fur. When I was finished I was really surprised at how sexy it made me feel when I ran my fingers over my smooth mound.
As I came out of the shower and dried off I realized that I felt wonderful in every way. I had never felt this good as far back as I could remember, it was as if I had been transformed into a whole new person. I looked at myself in the mirror and was pleased at what I saw; I was a pretty girl, not drop dead good looking but better than average by a good margin. I wondered why I had never noticed this before. My breasts were nice and firm although I wish they had been slightly larger than 34b. I turned and looked at my flat belly and defined hips, I liked what I saw until I noticed this red smear covering much of my right butt cheek. Then I remembered the hard smack DJ had given me. It had left a pronounced pink handprint covering almost my entire cheek.
I sat on the bed and pulled my diary from my suitcase and began recording every small detail of the evening’s events. I scribbled down my thoughts and feelings about being de-flowered by not one man but two black men, I discovered other glaring facts to reinforce Ray’s title of slut, The first was that I only knew either man by there first name, and another was that reliving these events in my writing was arousing me slightly. I sat back and reflected on my life for a moment, remembering something that I had read somewhere about how every decision a person makes alters their life’s path from that moment on. I did a quick mental scan of my life to this point and decided to see where this path took me because I hated every thing about my life to this point. That decision made I completed my daily entry, closed my spiral notebook and put it away till tomorrow.
I hurriedly dressed and went downstairs to feed my famished body and found Sandra and Eric sitting at the kitchen counter making breakfast. Sandra immediately began apologizing for ‘forgetting ‘ to pick me up. She droned on with this really lame ass excuse (even worse than the ones I had made up in my mind the night before) and when she had finished I told her that it was ok, that everything worked out great because I had met this really nice guy who had brought me home. I could see the relief in her eyes as she offered me breakfast, which I accepted immediately. We sat and chatted about all kinds of shit while we shoveled down Sandra’s huge breakfast. Eric had mentioned that he and Sandra had planned a camping trip while her parents were gone, but they didn’t feel right leaving me alone and didn’t have enough stuff to outfit me. I interrupted Eric and told him that I really didn't like to camp but that they should go ahead and go, because the guy I had met at the party wanted to go do something with me today anyway. Sandra and Eric tried to keep the debate going but I could tell that they wanted to be alone. They finally decided to go camping, told me where they were going and that they would be back late Monday night sometime. As they were laying this whole plan out all I could think of was COOL, three days and two nights to do what I want.
As they were heading for the door Sandra told me to help myself to her closet as much as I wanted too, which was something I had planned on anyway. Then I was alone in the kitchen listening to Eric's car pull out of the driveway.
I swooped up the stairs and dove into Sandra's things finally settling on a nice tight 'T' shirt and a set of blue jean short-shorts. I thought about trying my hand with her makeup but then remembered how it had looked this morning and decided to just go as me instead. Finally ready to face the world and Ray I went back to my room sat down on the bed and picked up the slip of paper with his number. Before I picked up the phone though I drifted off into thought again. I began thinking about being pregnant, how it was going to affect my last year of school, would they even let me graduate. When the plan just dropped into my brain. Because I had almost always been on the honor roll I had been offered the accelerated program several times, but mom had always said no. All I had to do was forge her signature on the application that the school had sent home with me and bingo, bango; I'd graduate in December sometime, well before my due date.
Finally clearing my head of this and dismissing the thought of telling Ray about what was happening within me, I picked up the phone and dialed his number. He picked up on the first ring, which made me feel good as I could just picture him just hovering over it, waiting for me to call. He said that he would be right over to pick me up and that I should bring a swimming suit as we were headed for a little lake he knew of. As soon as I hung up, it was back to Sandra's dresser to find a suit for me. She must be part fish I thought as I burrowed around in about ten suits. But I found this little black bikini that I could just not wait to get into. I stripped and pulled the suit on, it looked incredible against my very white skin and showed everything that wasn't outright illegal to show.
Buy the time I had slipped back into my shorts and T-shirt, I heard a car pull up out front. Sprinting for the door, I met Ray at the front porch. His easy smile was enough to ignite a warm flame within me, but when he told me how hot I looked it was very hard not to tell him that we were alone with this big house full of beds. But I didn't say a thing, and I don't know why. We jumped in the car and headed off into the country to where, I did not know or care as long as I sat beside him. I slid right on over to his side and he took full advantage of this by gently running his fingers up and down my legs while we chatted about our destination. Ray told me that we were headed for a small lake where he has only seen some of the local college . As we drove along, talking, him rubbing my legs and thighs, I so wanted to just reach down and squeeze his manhood, but I just sat there squirming under his constant fiddling. He must have read my mind because he finally looked over at me and told me that if I wanted to play with his cock, I could.
My left hand slid over the lump within his shorts within seconds; damn it gave me shivers just feeling his heat through the thin nylon material. That small warm feeling began heating up inside my belly as I slid my hand up the leg of his shorts and felt the warm baby smooth skin of the cock that had made me a woman. It was so soft, smooth and spongy when I first wrapped my hand around it and began gently stroking him, but within just minutes his cock was rising to attention and Ray told me to pull him out of the top of his shorts. I pulled his waistband out and released Rays bobbing cock into the bright daylight and was just in awe of its beauty. I began gently running my hand down his shaft and continuing around his huge hair covered balls then slowly back up his shaft to that wonderful cock head. I would take just one finger and trace it over his slit and around the rim of the head, spreading his flow of precum evenly over his entire head. This must have been doing the same things to him, that his fiddling was doing to me as he soon exclaimed 'Oh Fuck this shit girl" and pulled off the highway onto a small dirt road and stopped just inside the trees.
He slammed the gearshift into park, slid the seat back, and hit the recline switch. The seat folded almost flat against the rear cushion making a huge bed inside the car. As soon as the seat was back he slid me over then rolled me up onto his chest and kissed me with such force and passion that I thought I might pee. His hands were pulling up my T shirt and I helped by first lifting my arms to free myself of it then popping the catch on my suit top, giving him full access to my breasts. He cupped one breast with his hand and pulled the other to his mouth and began nibbling and sucking it like crazy. I wanted him to touch me between my legs so bad that I hiked my ass up and squirmed out of my shorts and suit bottom all in one move, before setting on his lap and grabbing hold of his powerful throbbing cock again. I could feel the heat building within me as Ray switched back and forth between my breasts, I wanted him inside me so bad that I finally grabbed his shorts and tugged on them several times before Ray lifted his ass enough for me to push them down toward his ankles.
Ray was calling me a sexy little slut and asking me if needed his black cock. I arched my back, pulling my titty away from his mouth, looked him straight on and told him that I needed him to fuck me real good. He started laughing as he gripped my hips and impaled me onto his nine inches of heaven. He was laughing and fucking me, telling me that my idea of foreplay was waking up in the morning. I had never been on the top before so Ray pulled my legs tight up against his sides with my knees almost in his armpits as he gripped my ass cheeks and worked his wonderfully big cock deeper and deeper into me. He was moaning about how tight my white hole was and I was just moaning with pleasure, letting myself drift away into that special place. I lay my head on his shoulder and gave him gentle kisses on his neck and ears as he drove me up and down on his rigid tool, fucking me a little faster all the time. The fire inside me was now out of control and I felt my orgasm rushing up my spine, as I pleaded with Ray to fuck me harder. My vision dimmed as the wall of pleasure hammered me, making me thrash around on Ray's cock, leaving me gasping for breath against Ray's strong hairy chest. He was fucking me like crazy, yanking me forward only to slam my pussy back down his cock so hard that we were making a loud smacking sound every time we came together. Ray was twisting his hips back an forth as he pounded my pussy against his balls and the feeling of his cock stretching me in all different directions was quickly bringing me to a boil again. It was now hot as hell in the car and I was sweating like crazy, my hair was hanging in wet clumps and sweat drops were flying from my breasts as they bounced back and forth with Ray's hard fucking. Ray began to moan that he was going to bust a nut inside my nasty little ass and I lay my head on his shoulder and told him that I wanted his cum deep inside me. The next thing that I felt was another climax slam me in the back of the brain and I held myself against Ray as he gripped my ass and pushed my pussy down tight against his balls as he emptied himself into me. As we lay there, I swear that I could feel his semen gushing into my womb, flooding me from end to end. Ray was kneading my cheeks like little loaves of bread and whispering into my ear how much he loved fucking me, how he loved to fuck white pussy with out a rubber, how my pussy clamped down so hard when I came that it was like a milking machine for cock. The way he spoke these words gave me such a warm wonderful, wanted, needed, feeling.
Finally, Ray pulled me up his chest until his gooey cock slipped from me and plopped onto his sweaty belly. We kissed then he asked if his little white slut wanted to lick his nasty black cock clean. I still remember it, I didn’t say anything, I just slid down knelt on the floorboard and began licking up the globs of his thick sperm that had dripped from me and was coating his cock and balls. While I was enjoying myself between his thighs, he began combing my stringy, sweaty hair, back from my face with his fingers. He said that he liked to be able to see the face of the women who sucked his Johnson. But once I had cleaned every speck of our cum from his cock, balls, and belly, he opened the door and said we needed to get dressed and go. I continued to grip his cock in my hand ready to engulf it with my lips, but he just looked at me and said that I was only gonna get to do clean up duty today as he wanted to pump everything that he had left into my nasty little white ass.
As he was slipping his boxers back on he looked down at his cock, told me that I had done a fine job and asked me how I liked the taste of his cum. Up to this point I hadn’t really given it much thought but I now realized that I really enjoyed it, and I told him so. There was something magical about that part of a man. The smell of his groin area, mixed with the pungent odor of his semen mixed into my juices,it just smelled right to me. It was like that whole smell was catnip to me, or musk, it aroused me in a way that no other smell ever has. He reached out and slid his hand gently down my cheek and told me that I was indeed the hottest little slut that he had ever known and that he was going to make it his mission to keep me well fucked and happy.
It wasn’t till I lifted my leg to slip my swimming suit back on that he noticed my freshly shaven pussy. He instantly reached over and ran his hand down my mound coating my whole pussy with his cum which had begun to seep out. Ray instantly beamed that he had fucked me so good that he knocked the fuzz of me. I looked at him and told him that I had done it just for him and asked if he liked me that way. He pulled me to his chest, kissed me on the forehead and said that he loved it bald and nasty. We finished dressing and drove the last couple miles to the lake and parked.
Ray led the way around the lake to the edge of a small beach where about ten or fifteen people were grouped at one end on blankets and towels. We walked past this group and continued on to the far end of the beach where Ray threw his beach kit down under some trees in the shade. I had noticed the silent stairs from most of the people we had walked by and how it had become so quiet as we approached. I didn’t need to ask Ray what that was about, I knew it was because a black man had walked hand in hand with a white girl past them and I wondered if this was how it was always going to be from now on.
We spread out our blanket and headed for the water. It was a fabulous day, about 80 degrees, cold water, and a man who couldn’t seem to keep his hands off me. We splashed and played for what seemed like hours, with brief minutes where Ray would pull me to him, lift me up so I could wrap my legs around him, and we would kiss, all under the angry stares of our beach neighbors who stayed on their end of the beach. During these kissing sessions Ray would slip a finger or two under my suit and finger my pussy making me squeal and squirm. We finally went back to our blanket to eat the sandwiches that Ray had bought. We chatted as we ate and I was able to glean his last name and many other details about his life. He even brought up the glairs that we had received during our arrival and told me that he would have still gotten some even if he had shown up alone. He looked me right in the eye and told me that because he had grown up black he was used to just shrugging shit like that off but as long as I hung with the brotha’s I would have to learn to deal with that same shit. That I was as much a nigger in those peoples eyes now as he was. Then he said that since he knew some of those guys from campus, I would soon be labeled a nigga fuckin bitch and should prepare myself for that. This was the second or third time that Ray had talked to me like I was going to the college here, I decided to let him continue this belief because I was afraid of his reaction should he find out that I was in fact only sixteen.
After lunch I lay down on the blanket facing the lake and Ray snuggled up to my back. He pushed my legs forward until I looked like I was in a sitting position. He began by nibbling on my left ear and neck but I soon felt his hand under my suit squeezing my ass again. He murmured into my ear that I was just so sexy that he couldn’t resist feeling me up. I rolled my head back and told him that I loved it when he touched me, because I felt the same way about him. As he nibbled, kissed, and fiddled he said that he hadn’t planned on his friend DJ fucking me the other night. That he had tried to wave him out but he wouldn’t leave. He said that DJ and him had been friends since they were in Portland and had shared a lot of pussy in their lives, so DJ just figured that it was ok to sample my sweet pussy. He asked me if I was mad about the whole thing and I truthfully told him that it was a real shock at first but I had enjoyed everything except the slapping shit.
Ray whispered that he would try to make my sweet little ass feel better as he pushed my suit down over my butt giving him full access. His fingers slipped between my legs and into my pussy again making me moan as he rotated them. He was telling me that I had such a hot little box and that he loved the way it felt when it was slick with his cum. He was working his fingers in and out of me, coating the inside of my legs with our slick juices from our earlier mating in the car. It was driving me crazy and I asked if he wanted to go to the car for some fun but he chuckled into my ear and said no, he was gonna do me right there. It made me a bit nervous thinking about fucking in plain view of the other group of swimmers, but at the same time, it excited the shit out of me. I felt Ray move behind me and realized that he had slipped his trunks down and was serious about this, very serious as I felt his cock snake its way between my legs and finally enter my pussy.
He pulled his chest away from my back changing his angle and slid his cock deep into my willing pussy. I loved the feeling of being fucked, I realized that every time I fucked I had this overwhelming sense of well being, it was like I was meant for this, my whole body, designed and built to rotate around this act. Ray put his hand on my hip and began long slow strokes in and out of my womb, giving me a little squeeze on the ass with every one. The feeling of his hairy balls and groin rubbing against my ass cheeks coupled with his moans and whispers of lust for me soon had me rocking from side to side and begging him to make me cum. He chuckled as he began forcing himself into me a little harder and faster, asking me if that’s the way I liked my nasty little slut ass fucked. I half moaned, half whimpered that I loved the way he fucked me. He continued to fuck me building up his tempo and I could hear his breath getting more labored as was mine. That now familiar feeling was twisting my belly into a knot and I knew my orgasm was very close as I again asked Ray to fuck me hard and fill me with his cum. That must have been the thing that Ray needed as within just a few more wonderfully hard fast strokes, he began bucking into me and moaning that his seed was womb bound. The feeling of his hot cum pulsing into me, then flowing out and onto my leg put me over the edge. I shuddered against him as he held me tight against his cock, letting everything that he had ejaculated dribble into my overflowing pussy.
We lay there for a long time, his cock still buried within me, his hand caressing my ass and back, not speaking, just enjoying the afterglow of our hot coupling. When Ray finally spoke, it was more of a statement of fact than something he needed a reply too. He told me to slip my bottom back on because he was going to walk me out into the woods and fuck me hard and nasty. Then he said that us going into the woods with our ‘friends’ watching would only confirm to them that I was a little nigga fucker. I pulled my suit bottom up over the slick mess we had made between my legs and stood up, waiting for him to lead me away. He lifted my chin until we were looking directly into each others eyes and asked me on of the most important questions of my life, ‘are you a little nigger fucking white slut Nikki?’ I couldn’t help but smile as I told him that I was most defiantly a black man’s slut. He slid his hand into mine and led me away from the lake and into the woods down this narrow path.
I expected to go into the woods much further than we did, we had gone only two to three hundred feet down the path when Ray stopped in a small seven or eight foot patch of grass. He turned and looked at me with those hot piercing eyes and told me to strip and get on my knees. As I unsnapped the clasp of my top, Ray kicked off his trunks again and I was surprised to find him hard as hell. The mere site of that beautiful cock, still covered in areas with our fuck juice, made me quiver. I shucked out of my suit bottom dropped to my knees and presented my self to him. He wasted no time dropping down between my legs, grabbing my pussy and rubbing our cum all over my ass. Then he plunged his wonderful cock back into me with such force that my knees slipped several inches forward on the soft grass. He fucked me with hard powerful strokes, gripping my hips in his strong hands and pulling me back hard onto his cock with every stroke. I was almost instantly drifting into that zone where the only thing that matters is the lust. My belly exploded sending electric shockwaves through my brain and muscles of my womb. Ray was behind me, slamming into me, and proudly declaring that I was absolutely the hottest nastiest slut that he ever had the pleasure of fucking. As I recovered my bearing and pushed my self back up onto my hands, ray was there, with his hand in the middle of my back telling me to lie back down. As I let my head drop back down until my face rested on my hand Ray slid from my pussy and placed his cock at the entrance to my rear. He gripped my hip in one hand as he leaned into me forcing his cock into my ass. It was much like the first time he had done me, the pressure built up almost to the point of pain before the head of his cock popped into me.
Once inside me he wasted no time forcing his cock deep within me, moaning in wonder at the tightness of my ass. As he fucked me deeper and harder with every successive stroke, he told me that only the nastiest of slut’s like me enjoyed taking it up the ass. He remarked that he had fucked a lot of gal’s in the ass but that most just did it because he had wanted too. But he said that I was different, that I was the one in a hundred that loved to butt fuck.
I didn’t know how to react to his remarks, I wasn’t sure if they were meant as some kind of compliment or if he had said them to hurt me. But I knew one thing to be true, I did enjoy the feel of his cock fucking me in the ass. I could feel the churning within my belly and knew that he was going to give me one of those sweet mellow climaxes soon. I turned my head around and asked him to make me cum, that I wanted to cum for him. What I was expecting was for him to fuck me nice and hard to bring me to climax, but what he did was push me off his cock and tell me to roll over. I rolled over for him without question, and he instantly grabbed my ankles lifted my ass from the ground and plunged his cock back into my butt. As he leaned forward he pushed my knees down to the ground by my armpits and rested his chest against my feet. Doing this had rotated my hips up allowing me to clearly see his cock pounding into my ass. The sensation was vastly different than what it had been straight in from the back too, it seemed to be hitting new and more sensitive spots within me and I realized that I was now panting from the sweet hard fucking that Ray was delivering to me. I looked up from watching his cock and found him smiling down at me from above. He said it like a statement of fact between his grunts, “you love this shit don’t you Nikki”. All I could muster to say as my orgasm washed over me was ‘Ohhh yess’. Again this was one of those mellow feel so good climaxes that I already had come to love about being butt fucked, it lingered then slowly faded, leaving me feeling wonderful.
Ray abruptly pulled his cock from my ass and stuffed it completely into my pussy until his balls were pressed tightly against my stretched ass, where he immediately began unloading another load of his sperm. With my hips rotated up the way they were, I could clearly see his sperm forcing its way back out of my pussy and forming little streams down my belly. As his climax subsided this silly grin crossed his lips and he slid from me and settled back on his haunches between my legs. He looked up and down my body a couple of times before his gaze settled to my semen-covered crotch. I was smiling at him and his silly grin, when a question just slipped out of my mouth before I could catch it. I had blurted, “Am I a good fuck Ray?” He broke his lock on my pussy, looked up at me and said “Yea baby gurl, you are a fine little fucking slut, none better”. Again I had no idea if that was a put down or an off hand compliment, but I decided to accept it as a compliment.
There were two trails of his sperm that had run from my pussy down my belly and one had flowed into my navel. I took my index finger and scooped up the cum and licked it off my finger, then went back for another scoop. As I was doing this I heard Ray mutter at how fucking hot it was watching me suck cum like that. I made my heart skip a beat or two to know that he approved of what I was doing. After a few more swipes and licks the cum streaks were all cleaned from me and I asked if he wanted me to clean him up like I had done earlier. He was still smiling as he looked up at me and said, “ no way baby, you have milked my meat dry, and besides that, I’m just too tired”.
He and I finally stood up and rounded up our clothes but I needed to potty before we went back, so with clothes in hand I walked over to the edge of the clearing and squatted. I was kinda watching my stream to see just how much of Ray’s semen washed from my womb (not much), when I looked up to find that Ray was standing almost directly in front of me watching. I looked up at him towering over me and told him that I had never peed in front of a man before. He chuckled and said that I would get used to that, no problem. Then he turned to his side and let his own stream of urine go, It was one of those sights that for some reason stuck to the cells of my brain all these years. This stream of bright yellow pee flowing in an unbroken stream from the head of his black cum covered cock forming a puddle of about six inches in the bright green grass of the meadow. I watched him from beginning to the end where he grasped it down near the base and wrung the urine from it several times before slipping his trunks back on. I stood and dressed while he commented that he should march me back to the lake buck-ass naked just to prove to those white boys what we had been doing back in the woods. But he let me finish dressing then we walked back to our blanket where he suggested that we take another dip before we had to go.
We ran to the lake under the watch full eyes of our neighbors and both dove in together. We swam for a bit and I took the opportunity to rinse my nether regions and swim suit off. I didn’t know if semen stained but I was pretty sure that Sandra would object to wearing a bikini, which had a large sperm stain over her pussy. Ray walked up to me and gave me a little kiss on the cheek, which gave me the opportunity to slip my hand inside his trunks and fondle his still large but very limp cock. He chuckled and said that I was just the same as he was, he couldn’t get enough of my pussy and I was in love with black cock. All I could say with a smile was “maybe”. We soon after returned to our blanket, dried off, got dressed and packed up Ray’s beach bag. As we again walked hand in hand past the group of bathers, I purposely smiled at every guy who laid one of those drop dead looks on me, Ray gave my hand a few hard squeezes but remained silent until we reached the car. Then he turned to me and very calmly explained that doing just that kind of thing around bigoted racists could have caused a large scene and as he explained further in a crowd of eight or ten guys, I could have caused him to get his ass kicked or worse. He was right, I had smiled widely at them to do just that, prompt a response, and I just hadn’t thought far enough to realize what that response could be. I put my hand on his arm and told him that he was exactly right and I felt like an ass for doing it. He smiled but shook his head and said that doing shit like that would even get my ass kicked because racists hate just to hate.
We hopped in his car and began the hour or so trip home, along the way we just talked about our lives, I told him some things about my mom and he told me all about his, how she had busted his ass when he was young, kept him out of trouble and in school. He went on and on about her, I envied him for the pride that was in his voice when he spoke about her. By the time he was done telling me about all the things she had sacrificed for him we were within blocks of my cousins house. He stopped the car at the curb instead of pulling up the drive so I knew this was it for today. I told him that I had had more fun with him today than I have had in a lot of years, and he replied that he was glad that I had enjoyed our day out, but that I had worn him out and he needed some real sleep now. As I opened the door I asked what he had planned for tomorrow. He replied that he was just going to hang at his crib and catch the game on TV. I asked if I could call him sometime mid morning and he said “sure why not”. I leaned across the seat and gave him a kiss on the cheek then got out and closed the door.
As Ray drove off I skipped up the driveway to where the hide-a-key was hidden by the kitchen door and let myself in. I remembered the stuff I had dumped in the washer the night before so I went to put it in the dryer. I started the dryer and stripped off my clothes of the day and started a new load of wash. Now naked I went upstairs invigorated at the feel of the air flowing around my body and got into the shower for another thorough scrub down.
As soon as I dried off from my shower I put on a housecoat and went downstairs with my journal. I stopped at the kitchen, grabbed a coke and made a sandwich before plopping down in a chair in the family room. I munched on the sandwich as I captured all of the events and my emotions of the day on the pages of my binder. When I had recorded everything I could remember about this day I closed my book, turned on the TV and surfed through all the mindless channels of dribble, finally realizing that I wasn’t missing a thing living in a home with no TV. So I turned everything off, put away the dry clothes and threw the wet ones from today into the dryer and went to bed. Hoping that tomorrow would be as wonderful as today had been.
NOTE:
I came to realize sometime later in life what things might have influenced me to fall from my miss goody two shoes status to raging slut, but of course you can never go back and change things. What happened the summer of 1996 cannot be changed, and believe it or not, I’m not sure that I should change them if I could? Those events have shaped me into the person that I am now, who has joy in her life and a rich atmosphere of love which surrounds me, my , and my husband who supports me 100% even though he thinks me crazy as hell for telling the world about my sorted past. Life is after all about struggle and learning and striving to be better, isn’t it?
Nikki
my next chapter will be entitled “The Ball Game”/ pt3.
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The Truth About Nikki ‒ Nikki’s First Night Out
To understand anyone it is my belief that you first must know a little bit about the way they grew up. Therefore I will explain very quickly about my family.
My parents had a rocky marriage (to say the least), in an attempt to stabilize the relationship, my mother conceived me. I was supposed to be the binding glue of their failing marriage. It didn’t work, because even before I was born my father packed up and left. I have never met nor even heard from him. My mother has always blamed me for ruining her marriage and her life, a point, which she has never hesitated to mention to me many times during my 16 years with her. My mother became a religious zealot about the time I turned 10 or so, which only turned my life with her into a living hell. No TV because it was all about sins of the flesh, no music because it promoted drug use, no dating because this led to sexual desires, etc..etc..
We had been constantly fighting for months when school finally got out in 1996. I was just 16 and wanted a life, she was 40 and just wanted to be rid of me. She arranged for me to go spend almost two weeks with an aunt, uncle, and cousin of mine in central Oregon. I had never met these people but I would have gone anywhere to be free from mom’s bullshit for a while.
It was early afternoon on a Friday in July when I stepped off of that Buss and met my uncle Bill and cousin Sandra for the first time. Bill explained that Sandra would be showing me around for the first week or so because he and my aunt were leaving that very day for a week long cruise to Alaska. Sandra was 18 and had just finished her first year of college at the local university. Once we were alone in my room, unpacking my stuff she said that later that evening she and her boyfriend were going to a off campus party and wanted me to go with them. I jumped at the chance to see what I had been missing out on, and soon we were planning our outfits for the party. Sandra called my entire wardrobe totally lame so we shopped from her closet. She set me up with a red mini-skirt, black boots and a white lace top with a strapless bra. After the way I had always dressed, I felt positively naked in this outfit, but when I looked at myself in Sandra’s mirror I suddenly realized that I looked damn hot.
I changed back into my normal clothes and went down stairs and met my aunt Sara as she got home from work. I was really surprised how nice everyone got along in Sandra’s house. It was really a whole different feeling being around a family where there was joking around and laughter. Mom and I never laughed or joked like that. Around six pm, Bill and Sara left to catch their flight out of Portland, and Sandra and I were left alone. We both went upstairs and slipped back into our party outfits. I had never been allowed to use makeup so Sandra applied some cheek highlights and eye shadow for me. When I looked at my self, I felt like I was having an out of body experience or something. I had never felt so beautiful before; it was a feeling that, for the first time in my life, I felt like I was a real person. I couldn’t wait to go to the party and see if those people liked me and accepted me.
Sandra’s boyfriend Eric came over about 8 and we all headed over to the party. We could hear the music even before we could see the house. The party was already in high gear and there were people everywhere, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. We all crowded through the door into the house, the music was blasting and the mood was just electric. Eric went somewhere and when he showed back up he pressed a wine cooler into my and Sandra’s hands. We began to mingle and Sandra and I began dancing with Eric in the center of the room. I was having so much fun, dancing, and just watching everyone else. The place was just packed with people, so much so that I was constantly bumping or being bumped by others. I found that when I danced the skirt Sandra had given me rode up onto my hips, so I constantly had to tug it back down. I felt just so sexy in it that I didn’t mind this small problem at all. Every time my wine cooler got low another seemed to appear, I liked the fruity taste and was feeling a nice buzz starting.
We had been there maybe two hours when Sandra came over and said that her and Eric were gonna split for a while but would be back later for me. I was cool with that, I was having so much fun that I really didn’t want to go anywhere. After they left, I would dance with different people until I was just about to pass out then move around the other rooms until I had cooled down again. It was during one of these cool down walks that I met Ray. He was twenty something, over six foot tall, broad chest, big bulging arms, and had an infectious smile. I dont know why but I instantly felt an attraction to him. As he spoke to me I felt things stirring within me that I had never felt before. I couldn’t explain this feeling; it was like a little series of tinny electric shocks that made me tingle all over. Soon Ray and I were dancing together. I felt like everyone else was slowly fading away, leaving just Ray and I. As he would pull me against his chest, I couldn’t help but feel his manhood press against my navel. It gave me shivers every time he would press against me and grind his bulge against me. That tingly feeling was becoming a constant buzz now and I became aware of the pounding of my heart in my ears.
Ray maneuvered us into a corner where some speakers were stacked and led me behind the pile into near darkness. I felt his arms wrap around my waist and back, pulling me to him. I wanted to be close to him so bad, I needed to be close to him, I leaned into him and we kissed. As his tongue explored my mouth, it felt like my entire body had been lit on fire, I pressed myself to him, feeling the bulge of his man hood against my belly where a bonfire was raging. As he broke our kiss his mouth moved to my neck and ears, I remember that I was gasping for air, but had totally surrendered to him. His hand slid down over my ass, I knew where he was going, but I didn’t have the willpower to stop him. I needed to feel his hand touch me there. He gently slid his hand under my skirt, which had rode way up again, and I gasped as his fingertips touched my ass through my panties. For the first time in my life, I felt my pussy flood, and knew right then that I would do whatever this man wanted. Ray continued to kiss and explore my body with his tongue and hands; at each touch I would feel that growing electric tingle. Finally he broke away from me, took my hand, and without a word led me from our little hid away through the throng of people to the staircase.
I still remember walking hand in hand with Ray down the hallway of the second floor, listening to that little voice in my head, which was screaming at me to stop, go down stairs, and wait for Sandra. I just let the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears drown it all out. I didn’t really know what was in store for me behind that door, but I knew that I wanted it, my whole body was screaming for whatever was inside that room. As Ray clicked the door closed he kissed me deeply and I felt myself melting into him. As he pulled his lips from me, I felt his hands lifting my top, I was like a little baby, I just lifted my arms and without a word let him slip my top from me. I was trembling so bad that I thought my legs would buckle, but Ray pulled me to his body again and I felt so safe and happy. His hand moved between us and I felt the catch of my bra release and then him pull it free. Ray took about a half step back and gazed at my nakedness, I should have been embarrassed but I wanted this man to have anything he wanted from me. He cupped both of my breasts and murmured to me how fucking beautiful I was and how he was going to fuck me crazy. He released his grip on my breasts and pulled his ‘t’ shirt over his head revealing his strong chest. I rubbed my fingers through his thick black chest hair and over the firm muscles of his powerful black chest. I looked up into his beautiful brown eyes and remember thinking to myself ‘why a black man, why are you doing this with a black man?” I didn’t have an answer; I just knew that I had to have this man.
Ray led me to the bed and sat me down on the edge, then knelt in front of me. He leaned in and kissed me while his hands found and released the waist catch of my borrowed red mini-skirt. As I felt him pull the waistband of my skirt I lifted my hips from the bed allowing him to finish stripping me. He casually flipped my garments over his shoulder into some dark corner and just looked me over. I had overlapping goose bumps waiting for him to say something, needing him to say that he liked what he saw. He finally took his eyes from the parts of my body that no man had ever seen before, looked directly into my eyes and said ‘your one beautiful little white baby gurl’. His hands, which had been resting on my knees slowly parted, opening my legs wide before his gaze. He gently slid his right hand up the inside of my thigh until he came to my waiting pussy, giving me chills as his fingers just barely touched my skin and ruffled my blonde mound. He rubbed his thumb up and down my slit sending bursts of electric shocks up my spine, making me twitch and squirm before him. He cupped my breast with his left hand and pressed me back until I was lying flat on the bed. I felt him lift my legs and place my heels on his strong shoulders as he began kissing me on my inner thighs, working his kisses closer and closer to my pussy. I wanted him to touch my pussy so bad, but he was in charge now, not I. I was feeling numerous overlapping emotions as Ray explored my body, his hand gently kneading my right breast, his hot breath on my pussy, the constant trembling of my legs, yet there was still a part of my being which was urging me to stop this, warning me that I did not know this man, that I shouldn’t lose my virginity this way, to this man, this black man. And above all these other warning was the nagging voice, which kept telling me that I had no protection. But I couldn’t move, could hardly talk, all I wanted was to please this man and I would do anything he wanted, so I disregarded all the voices and let the lust wash over me as I felt Rays tongue finally slip between my pussy lips, making me yip and buck against his face. He pulled his mouth from me looked up at me and said he was gonna fuck my little white ass silly then lowered his mouth to me and drove his tongue into me like a mad man. I had my first climax within a minute or so, it was like someone had touched my pussy with and electric wire, there was this huge burst of energy which exploded outward from my pussy, ripped through my belly, up my spine and slammed into my brain like a sledgehammer. My vision dimmed, I felt myself trashing about, totally out of control, then that wonderful feeling of total harmony washed over me and I understood the term afterglow, and I loved it.
As I became aware of things around me, there was Ray standing now, removing his trousers. My attention was riveted to his crotch as he slid his trousers and boxers down as one unit, suddenly this huge black cock popped free of the cotton and it swung straight out pointing at me. Ray dropped his trousers and kicked them free, then just stood there smiling down on me. He crooked his finger in a come to me gesture and I sat up, bringing me face to face with his huge bobbing cock. It was absolutely beautiful, its jet-black shaft, thick as my wrist, and a deep purple/black cock head, wildly flared and blunt on the tip. It had this large drool of clear liquid getting ready to drip form it, I couldn’t help myself, I just leaned forward and licked it from the bottom of that beautiful cock. Ray let out a moan, told me to suck his cock, placed his hand on the back of my head, and guided my mouth back to his manhood. The taste of his precum was intoxicating, it was slightly salty, very slick, yet sticky, all at the same time. I loved it. The feel of his hard, smooth, pulsing cock in my mouth, coupled with his moans and words of encouragement as he gripped my head and gently fucked my mouth made me want him inside me so badly that I ached for him to be between my legs. He pushed my mouth from him and told me to slide onto the bed cause he needed to fuck my nasty little white ass.
I knew this was the moment of truth, that there was no going back from here. I was trembling with anticipation as I arranged myself in the center of the bed. Ray walked around to the foot of the bed and stood there holding his cock in one hand and looked me up and down before talking. He asked me if I really wanted his 9 inch black cock buried in my little white pussy. I nodded my head yes because I wasn’t sure if I could talk, but he said he needed to hear me say it, that if I wanted it Id have to ask for it. I summoned all my strength and said ‘please fuck me’. Ray got a nasty smile on his face and knelt onto the bed and crawled in between my legs. As he moved up my body I felt his cock touch me several times sending shivers up my spine. He whispered into my ear that he wanted me to grab his cock and guide him to my pussy hole. I reached between us with trembling hands and grasped his huge throbbing cock; it felt so good in my hands that I just held it there until Ray groaned in my ear that he wanted to be in my pussy. I put his cock head right against my vulva and felt his cock slip between my hands as he pressed his manhood into my virgin pussy. The feeling of his cock forcing it s way into my pussy, stretching me to fit his girth was the most awesome feeling that I had ever felt. He moaned as his cock pressed three or four inches into me and said that I was a real tight ass little bitch. I was drifting into some kind of netherworld as the waves of pleasure began lapping over me like waves on a beach. Feeling his cock working back and forth inside me, the muscles of his back rippling with his power, the growing tingle in the deepest part of my belly that was building with every thrust of Rays cock. My body was moving on it’s own, my knees folded up beside his chest, my hips rolling to meet his thrusts, my hands roaming over his strong back. I was just drifting in this little cloud of passion, listening to ray whisper nasty little things into my ear like how tight I was, how I was one hot little slut, how he was gonna make me his little bitch, etc, when my first orgasm hit. It came without warning and slammed into me so hard that I bit my lip. As I was racked by this huge tidal wave, Ray drove his cock deep into my pussy shattering my hymen in the process. I yipped at this sudden jolt of pain and ray froze in his tracks. With genuine concern in his voice he asked me if I was ok. I don’t know why I didn’t tell him that he had just taken my cherry, but I didn’t. I just looked up into his eyes and told him that he was just so much bigger than anyone I had ever had and that he had to be careful. He began working his tool in slow but firm strokes into me, every stroke he would press a little deeper. I was amazed that there wasn’t any more pain after that one big spike, and soon even that was forgotten as that fluttering electric tingle began building deep within my belly again.
Rays cock felt like it had stretched and filled every possible nook and cranny of my pussy yet he kept forcing more into me with each powerful stroke. I thought that I would split wide open if he didn’t stop soon when I felt his balls press themselves tight against my ass and Ray moaned into my ear that he was balls deep in my tight white ass. He suddenly changed strokes and began pulling his cock almost all the way out then plunging it back into me until his balls smacked against my ass. This sudden rush threw me into another huge climax and I gripped his back and clung to him as I was racked by wave after wave of pure pleasure, all the while feeling Ray pounding himself into me with fast hard strokes. My orgasm began to wane but I could feel another one already building to a crescendo right where Ray’s cock was pounding into me faster and faster. Ray suddenly arched his back, rolled his head back, growled that he was bustin a nut in me and slammed his huge cock all the way into me, I felt his cock pulse inside me and came again myself. We lay there, Ray motionless on top of me, his raspy breath in my ear, his cock still thumping inside me, and having this feeling wash over me that everything was perfect in the world.
I remember thinking that I should go to the bathroom and attempt to wash Rays semen from my womb before it could impregnate me, but then I disregarded this as a stupid idea because Ray had planted it so deep into me that I had no chance of getting it all. Then Ray began to stir.
Ray slipped from me and rolled onto his back pulling me onto his chest. I looked up into his twinkling eyes and gently kissed his chest as he petted my head like a puppy. His hand moved to the top of my head and he applied gentle but firm pressure, forcing me down towards his crotch. I knew what he wanted immediately so I twisted around and slid my face down to his groin. His cock was still a beautiful sight, lying there across his thigh, coated with streaks of his white sperm. I held myself up on my right elbow and lifted his cock to my mouth with my left hand; the smell was that of pure unadulterated sex. I inhaled it like it was a drug and when I placed that cum oozing cock into my mouth, I just knew that this was where I belonged. Ray’s cock continued to thump in my mouth even though it was only semi hard, its heat and taste were overpowering, his thick sperm mixed with my juices was truly nectar to me and I found myself sucking his tool with wild abandon. I didn’t know if I was sucking him right, but his moans told me that I was doing it ok. Because I had twisted around to stay on the bed, Ray had easy access to my used pussy and had begun to slip his fingers in and out of me, making me squirm with pleasure. As Ray played with me he kept telling me how good a fuck I was, how tight I was, and how he loved my cock sucking. This talk made me feel so good, I don’t really know why, but it made me feel like I was desirable, a somebody, I don’t know.
Ray began running his sperm lubed fingers from my pussy over my asshole, first drawing little circles around it, then later probing them into my hole itself. This was a whole new feeling, not uncomfortable, but different in a nasty way, made even more so because it was a man slipping his finger in and out of my little butt hole. It seemed like only minutes until Ray’s cock had swollen to its beautiful full size again, I removed my left hand and just let it bob in front of my face while I licked and sucked it from end to end. Ray told me to get my slut ass up on my knees and face the headboard, which I did instantly because his fiddling between my legs had really made me ready to fuck again. He wasted no time moving in behind me, having me put my knees up on the pillows and pushing my legs open to where he had total access to me. Ray didn’t work his cock into me slow and gentle this time, I felt him rub his fat cock head up and down my slit a few times to lube it up then he plunged his cock into me to its full length in one strong, forceful stroke. This hard entry forced all the air from my lungs and I flopped my head down on the mattress to catch my breath, while Ray had grabbed my hips in his strong hands and began fucking me hard and deep. It seemed like only seconds had elapsed when I began to feel ‘that tingle’ winding tighter and tighter inside my belly. Ray was telling me what a fine little fucking slut I was, how he always loved fucking us white sluts, how my white pussy felt so good on his black cock, etc. This nasty talk combined with his wild, powerful fucking, made me explode like a small bomb. Even while I was still trashing beneath him, reveling in my climax, I felt Ray shove one and then another thumb up my ass, I forced my self up from the mattress and mewed at this new and wonderful feeling he was giving me. His powerful cock pounding in and out of me and now he was stroking his two thumbs in to my ass with the same tempo as his cock. I felt another orgasm coming and yelled that I loved it in my ass when the world dimmed out again. I almost fainted; I collapsed onto the mattress again and was powerless as this latest orgasm rocked me again and again. I became aware that Ray was leaning over me still slamming my pussy with his big cock, laughing and calling me a total nympho cock . As the room began to come back into focus I felt Ray slip his thumbs from my ass, then he pulled his cock from my pussy, I felt so empty and was about to ask him about this when I felt his cock press against my puckered ass and felt him pressing it into me. I felt the pressure and knew that he was forcing my ass to fold way into me; the pressure was becoming uncomfortable when there was a subtle pop and his cock slid inside me. Ray let out a groan and said my ass was even tighter than my fucking cunt and that he was gonna break me in good. He shoved what felt like a foot of his cock into me, making me squeal and squirm on his cock. He said that I had a nasty hot ass and that he was gonna ream me out good, as he stroked even more of his huge cock into me, It was hard to breath as he would drive into me and I soon found my self breathing in cadence with his fucking, inhale on the outstroke, exhale on his in stroke. Sooner than I would have thought I felt his balls smacking against my pussy and knew that he was completely filling my ass with his wonderful black cock. I began to feel that wild tingle again and thought ‘how can I cum when he’s in my ass’ but soon this wonderful orgasm flowed over me, not racking me like the others but a very pleasant feeling as they rolled up my spine, washing through my brain in perfect harmony with Ray. Ray announced that he was gonna cum again and suddenly slipped his cock from my ass and buried it deep into my pussy again. This sudden change sent my belly into overtime again and I knew that within seconds I was going to cum again. I dropped to the mattress just as the first wave hit me hard and before I dimmed out I heard Ray growl and felt him slam into me with his cock pumping more of his sperm into my womb.
Ray pushed me forward off his cock and moved up and slipped in between me and the headboard, leaving no doubt in my mind that he wanted me to suck his wonderful cock again. He began rubbing it against the side of my face as I lifted my head up to accept him. He pushed his cock into my mouth and gripped my head with both hands. There was no gentle talk now; he just flat told me to suck his fucking cock, that it was time for me to swallow his fucking juice. I knew that I should pull away and tell him to fuck off, but the taste of his cum covered cock in my mouth was just so overpowering that I just let myself go and began sucking his cock with fervor. I could see one of Ray’s arms waving around above his head but with his other hand firmly holding me by the hair on the back of my head I couldn’t look up to see what was going on. Then I felt it, the bed moved, the foot of the bed moved. I tried to pull my mouth from Ray’s cock but he clamped it with his two strong hands and gagged me with his cock as I felt someone between my legs, then another cock enter me. Strong hands gripped my hips and yanked me back onto another big cock. I was shocked for just a second before the feeling of that second cock began making my hips roll without my consent. I heard the voice of this new cock as he growled that Ray had found another fine little white slut for them to fuck the shit out of. I had so many mixed emotions swirling inside my brain, I knew this was wrong, way wrong, and that I should resist, say no, something. But I didn’t, this new cock inside me felt so good, I was already panting with Ray’s cock in my mouth and knew that an orgasm was building within me, so I just surrendered to the pleasure while Ray told this new guy what a fine little cocksucker I was and that I even took it up my nasty little white ass too. This new lover was pounding his cock into me so hard that I slid forward onto Ray’s belly as I was hit buy another huge orgasm leaving me gasping for breath while I listened to these two men call me a total nympho cum and more. Ray shoved me back down the bed as my mystery lover continued to fuck me like a mad man. I knew I was going to cum again soon and in the heat of the moment I blurted out that I wanted him to cum in me. I still have no idea why I said it, but it threw this guy into overdrive and he quickened his fucking even more which pushed me over the edge into orgasmic bliss again. My new lover almost screamed into my ear that he was givin me his baby juice as he gripped my hip and pulled my head back with by my hair. When he had finished filling my pussy with his sperm, he slapped me on the ass hard enough to make me jump and wince with pain. Ray immediately told the guy to knock that shit off, that he didn’t want me all marked up. Ray was thumping his hard cock against the side of my face and told me that I had put on such good fucking show that he had decided to fuck my nasty little ass again. He told me to turn around and meet his bro DJ.
DJ was about six tall, slim and well built, but not as defined as Ray. He had about an 8 inch cock which at second glace I recognized as being uncircumcised. Ray was behind me again and guiding my knees up onto the pillows for his easy entry. It hit me during this whole thing that I wasn’t embarrassed or pissed off at just being .
DJ smiled down at me and without saying anything he just stepped forward and guided his gooey cock into my mouth, it wasn’t till he had forced himself to the very back of my throat and made me gag a little that he patted me on the head and said that I was a sweet little bitch and that he was proud to service my hot little cunt with his cum. Ray took this time to shove his big cock back into my pussy and begin fucking me with long, slow strokes, rubbing and patting me on the ass as he did. He began telling DJ how I was the hottest little freshman slut on campus and how they were going to be able to enjoy my sweet little fuck holes until they both graduated that fall. DJ had stopped trying to gag me and was just slow fucking my mouth with his cock. His cock was so different than Ray’s, to be able to lick his cock head I had to clamp my lips on his cock as he pushed into my mouth, which would roll his foreskin back allowing me to lick his head. He liked this and began moaning and telling me what a fine little cocksucker I was. I wasn’t at all prepared for him to cum in my mouth when he did. He was pushing into me when all of a sudden he exploded, filling the entire back of my throat with his thick salty cum. I tried to recoil from his cock but his grip was firm and so was his voice as he told me to suck it all and swallow every drop. I gagged on it until I was able to swallow enough to regain my composure and finish sucking his cock until it went limp in my mouth. DJ stepped away and sat down on the bed beside me. Ray’s slow steady fucking was building a huge orgasm deep down inside my guts and I dropped to my elbows as I felt it rock me with its first waves bursting through my brain. As it subsided Ray pulled his cock from my pussy and again placed it against my ass, I was expecting it to be like the first time, but as he pressed against my anus he slipped right in, giving a low guttural moan as he pushed himself all the way into me. DJ made some remark about me being a real nigga dick lovin bitch to offer up my ass to them like that and Ray remarked that I was a real life black cock slut, that no bitch could fake being like me. Ray went to work on my ass, he was doing this thing with his hips that worked his cock in all different directions inside me and I soon felt another orgasm coming. Ray was grunting and pounding me harder and harder so I knew he was close too. His cock felt wonderful in my ass, but something deep inside me didn’t want his cum in my ass, so as I felt my orgasm begin to wash over me I yelled for him to cum in my pussy. As with my first anal climax, this one was far less explosive than the ones I had experienced in my pussy, and I was able to truly enjoy the feeling of Ray’s cock fucking me while I rocked back and forth with this sweet little climax tickling my belly. Ray almost waited to long when he suddenly pulled from my ass spraying some of his sperm up my back as he re-entered my pussy and flooded my already full pussy. As he shot spurt after spurt of his sperm into me, thick drools of cum came running out around his cock and began dripping onto the sheets and pillows beneath me. DJ was beside himself; he had been sitting on the side of the bed where he could watch Ray fuck both my pussy and ass and was now desperate to fuck me again. He almost shoved Ray out of the way as he mounted me, shoved his cock into my ass, and began fucking me hard and fast. All the while he was calling me a nasty little butt-fucking and how I was only good for servicing black men from now on. He was so worked up that I was just getting into it when he gripped my hips and came hard up my ass, whooping it up as he did. When he had finished filling my colon with his sperm, he slipped from me, pulled on his pants, told Ray g-nite, and left without saying anything to me. His treatment toward me stung and I wanted to cry.
I turned and slid up beside Ray who was leaning back against the headboard smoking a cigarette. I placed my head on his belly and just closed my eyes and listened to his heartbeat and gentle breathing, he placed his hand on my head and petted me like I was his pet or something. We didn’t say anything for the longest time when he finally finished his smoke and he told me that it was time for me to go home. That was the first time I had thought of the time since Sandra had left me hours ago and I sprang to my feet looking for a clock. There sitting on Ray’s night stand was his alarm clock which read 0430 exactly. I instantly panicked; Sandra and Eric had left me about 10:30 promising to come back for me. I began running around grabbing my clothes, pulling them on as fast as I could find them. Ray finally interrupted my frantic dressing and said I didn’t have to leave in such a rush. That’s when I broke down and cried while I told him about my ride and how much trouble I was in, and how this was my first day in town and I didn’t know where I was. He slipped from bed pulling on a set of sweats pants while he said he would take me home.
He led the way out of the house, which was a deserted mess now, not one person around. All I could think of right then was how pissed Sandra was going to be when I showed up. It wasn’t until we got in the car and headed out to the address of my aunt and uncle that I realized what a mess I was. I began trying to put my hair in some order and finally Ray told me to just forget it, I had that well fucked slut look and smelled the part too. I kinda snapped at him that I really didn’t like being called a fucking slut all the time. He started laughing and asked what else he should call a girl who fucked a guy she just met, who sucked his cock, let him butt fuck her, and then had let his friend fuck her cunt, ass, and mouth. I was stunned, he was right, I was a slut, and it hurt me to admit it. Ray reached over and pulled me across the seat and told me to calm down, that it was ok to be a slut. He went on to say that he loved sluts like me, because we know how to please men and love doing so. He asked me what was wrong with that, and I didn’t have an answer, it kinda made sense in a way. He said that the whole night was perfect with one exception as far as he was concerned. I asked him what the exception was and he said that he had really wanted me to suck him off, and then he guided my hand to his crotch. I squeezed his cock and found it almost hard already. I couldn’t believe it, my pulse was racing, and I was excited about sucking him, and knew that I wanted to. I slid down and pulled Ray’s sweats down and slid him into my mouth. It still smelled of our sex and tasted of sperm. I began sucking him hard and fast with my mouth, rolling my tongue around his cock head, feeling him squirm in his seat and listening to him moan at my endeavors. I hadn’t even noticed that Ray had pulled to the side of the road when he placed both hands on my head and exploded into my mouth. Again the sudden spurt of hot cum into my mouth gagged me but just slightly this time. I knew to swallow and suck at the same time now, so I soon drained his wonderful cock into my mouth. When he released his grip and let me sit up, I found myself sitting almost in front of my cousin Sandra’s house. Ray smiled at me and said it had now been a perfect fucking night in every way and wanted to see me again as soon as possible. I didn’t even think before I told him that I would see him anytime he wanted. He wrote his cell number on a slip of paper and handed it to me. He told me to give him a call sometime that after noon if I wanted to get together. I said I would call as I slid out of the car.
I stood there until Ray’s car was well out of sight before turning to face the trouble that waited inside the house. I walked up the driveway toward the kitchen door where Sandra had showed me the hidden key. As I walked along I noticed that all the lights were out, which struck me as way strange, but I went over some bullshit stories to tell anyway, knowing that they all sounded like shit. I reached the kitchen door and tried the knob, it turned, and it opened. I gently slid in and closed it as quietly as I could. So far so good I thought. I crept through the house, up the stairs and into my room without any alarms going off. But where was Sandra? Was she out looking for me? I needed to know, so I slipped out into the hall and went down the hall to Sandra’s room. The door was half open so I peeked around the door and there she was, laying half on and half off of Eric’s sleeping body. Then I realized what had happened, they had left me to come back here and fuck, then had just fallen asleep when they had finished. As I turned to slink back to my room I couldn’t help myself, I stepped half into the room so I could get a good look at Eric’s cock. It was a pretty little cock, much smaller than Ray or DJ’s, but there was more to it than that. It didn’t excite me at all; just the sight of Ray’s black cock had made my pulse race in the car, but looking at Eric’s cock did nothing for me at all, it was just a dick.
I undressed in darkness, being as quiet as possible, then took the cum splattered clothes down stairs and started the washer to help hide my deeds of the night. I came back upstairs and sat on the bed for a long time thinking over every little detail of what had happened during the night. I knew with certainty that Ray had planted his between my legs; there was no doubt about it. I thought about all the trouble that would cause when my mom learned this fact, but I just didn’t care. I thought about Ray’s classification of me as a slut. I went over every possible definition of being a slut and I fit them all, so I finally resigned myself to the fact that I was truly a slut. Then I realized what I was missing, what had kept me up so long, guilt. I didn’t feel a bit of guilt for what I had done. As a normal young woman who had been brought up with certain values, I should be totally guilt ridden about my actions, but I wasn’t. In fact as I lay down and pulled the covers over my sperm covered body, all I could think of was what time was best to call Ray the next day.
If you still want to read about my life, my next diary excerpt will be entitled ‘day at the beach’
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Amy was very young when her mother and I met. Candi was 5'6" with blonde hair, blue bedroom eyes that would melt the coldest heart and what many consider the perfect body 36c-24-36. We literally ran into each other at the local Discount Food Warehouse. I was there shopping for meat for my freezer and turned the corner and ran into her cart full of groceries and knocked it over. Her groceries went everywhere and I felt like a damn fool. Instead of saying I was sorry and offering to help pick up her things, I just stood there staring at her. "Well can you help me pick things up? I saw her lips move and barely heard what she said. Then I finally said oh yes of course I am sorry. I started picking up groceries but couldn't take my eyes off her. I checked her ring finger and nothing. I'm Bob Turner and I am really sorry about that I managed as I handed her the last of the groceries. She smiled and questioned Turner? I said yes Bob Turner glad to meet you. She laughed and said I got your name in fact Turner was my maiden name. I'm Candi Brown. My heart sank "MARRIED!" I tried to excuse myself when Candi asked where are you from Bob? I mean originally. Like a fool I said I'm from the lover's state Virginia. A small town called Jackson. The Family had a farm there that we grew up on and had to help run. I was rambling on because of how I had started explaining where I grew up. Why the hell didn't I just say Virginia and get away? Here I stood looking at a woman I wanted to know more then anything but she had as much as said she was married. Then when I should have dropped it I said and what about you? Where are you from. Charlestown West Virginia. Virginia by God, West by choice and we both laughed. We stood there making small talk for almost an hour until a clerk asked, can I help you find something? We said goodbye and I said hope to see you again! Then added maybe next time I can meet your family too. She looked at me kind of strange and said there is just me and my Amy. Oh I am sorry I thought you were married. I was she said but we divorced about three years ago. Well would you be interested in having dinner sometime. Candi asked You and me? I said no you and your Amy right? and me if you think she would enjoy it. Ok she said let me give you my number and call me later this week and maybe we can go to dinner. I left after getting the meats I came after and drove home thinking about Candi. I thought I'll call her on Thursday evening and see if Saturday she would like to go out.
I had a long day and was really tired so I put the meat in the freezer, showered, and changed into my night clothes. I sat down in front of the TV and fell asleep. I dreamed I was with Candi walking on the beach and holding hands. I reached over to kiss her and fell off the couch. Damn! I got up and went to bed. I tired to get back to sleep but couldn't get Candi out of my mind and the boner didn't help. So I jacked off thinking how great it would be to get between those perfect legs. I drifted off to sleep and slept soundly until the alarm woke me up at 5:30 am. I got up showered, shaved, and dressed for work. Tuesday morning, we were suppose to start that new parking garage today. It was going to be another long ass day, I had to arrange for the crew to move everything to the new site. When I arrived it had started pouring down. I checked the local weather and it was suppose to rain for the next three days but it had started early. I went into the office and met with the crew and told them to go ahead and load the trucks and at least we could move the equipment to the new project site. Jim the foreman said it's going to be a fucking mess in this damn rain. Mud up to our asses Bob I don't see why we have to do this today. Hell it's going to fucking rain for the next God.......... Jim I said move the equipment cutting him off before he could finish voicing his complaint. I didn't mind his opinion except every other word was a cuss word when he didn't want to do something. The crew left to set up the new site and I decided I was going to go look at another project we were bidding on to take a few calculations and see if it was possible to adjust our bid.
As I turned into the parking lot next door to the project we were bidding on I spotted Candi going into the building of the owner of the project I was there to see. I figured I could go in and ask for Jenkins and see if I could find Candi or at least where she worked. That woman damn sure was hot. I got a hard on just thinking about finding out where she worked. I went in and took the elevators to the second floor and then went straight to Jenkins offices. It was then I noticed the secretary wasn't at her deck as normal. I waited several minutes and when she didn't return I decided to look around the office until she returned. On her desk was a picture of her Candi and a young girl. She knows Candi my mind was racing ahead a mile a minute. I could start a conversation and pump her for information about Candi. about five minutes later Jenkins office door opened and Mr Jenkins asked if he could help me? I said I was waiting for his secretary to return because I needed to get some specs for the new project from her. Oh sorry she took the day off to help her sister. You just missed them, they left about 20 minutes ago. If you want to leave your fax number and what you need she can fax them to her in the morning.I said thanks but I needed to see the blue prints to see what I would need. Then I said I'll catch her tomorrow if that's ok. Sure she get's here around 8:00. I hurried to the elevators and took the first one down and rushed out of the building. Then I ran smack into Candi and Jenkins secretary. Hi Candi how are you today? I'm Fine, what are you doing here? I had to go to Mr. Jenkins office to get some specs on the new project he wants us to bid on. But his secretary had already left for the day. I knew from the Picture that the woman with Candi was his secretary but played dumb. This Is Lynn my sister and Mr. Jenkins secretary, and this is Bob Turner, Lynn. Hi Lynn while a very pretty lady at 5' 7" and a 36-26-38 and dark hair and hazel eyes. She looked at me and smiled and said glad to meet you Bob. I have to go up and pick up my purse and then we are going shopping for Amy's birthday party. You did invite him didn't you Candi? No but he is welcome to come if he wants. It's Sunday afternoon 1:00 at city park. Ok I'll try to be there if you want me. What about lunch ladies do you have something planned or can I treat you to lunch? Great Lynn said before Candi could answer. A public restaurant or your place Lynn suggested? "LYNN TURNER! " You just met him and I barely know him either. Candi scolded her sister. Lynn paid no attention to her she said so can you cook or ordering in? I said I think Candi would prefer a restaurant, how about AL's Diner on 7th Street? The food is great and it's not hard to get good seats. Candi said that sounds good Bob how about 12:30 is that good for you? Fine I will see you both at 12:30.
When I got to AL's's at 12:15 the place was packed. But knowing AL's I asked him if he could find me a table for three that was private. He said sure and I followed him toward the back corner. I told him I was meeting two ladies for lunch and please direct them to the table when they arrived. At 12:30 sharp Candi and Lynn arrived and AL's escorted them to my table. When we were all seated the waitress handed us each a menu and asked what we would have to drink. I asked wine ladies? To which both said sure. We ordered and the wine arrived. I poured each of us a glass and we sat and talked. I steered the conversation to the birthday party by asking about Amy. She will be turning 12 next Friday but we are having the party on Sunday because Lynn has to be out of town all next week on business. Lynn added yea all week with a bunch of stiff shirt asswholes which means I won't be able to have any fun on this trip. Now Candi on the other hand is going to be home all week alone. then she laughed. LYNN! Knock it off will you? Why Candi you said you thought he had a nice ass and wished he would make a move on you. I am just opening the door for you if he is interested. Are you interested Bob? I was at a loss for words. Was I interested? Oh Hell yea I was, I wasn't trying to hide my hardon because I wasn't. I did get around to answering though. Yes I am interested in getting to know Candi. I already asked her to dinner once but she hasn't answered me yet. Candi sat in her seat and didn't say a word for several minutes. Then with red face she said you have to excuse Lynn some times she opens her mouth without thinking. I said it was ok and then said well what about dinner Friday and yes Amy is invited also. Lynn piped in Amy will be busy I am taking her shopping for new clothes so it will have to be just you two, Candi isn't doing a thing. "LYNN I CAN ANSWER FOR MYSELF" Candi almost shouted at her. Well is it yes or no then I asked again. Yes Candi said at my place though, I have a lot to do for the party. Ok but I need an address I said and what time. 6:00 and I live on Pine Street last house on the right. Good now we can talk about the party and Amy I said trying to change the subject so my hardon would go down. What does she want for her birthday? A new swim suit, and make up, and a bike and just about anything else you can think of Candi said. Lynn said yea she's like her mom she wants everything she can get. Then she winked at Candi who became red again and gave Lynn a dirty look. We finished lunch and I got up and paid the check. When I got back to the table Lynn asked well do we get a kiss goodbye? I said sure if you want. Lynn leaned over and kissed me on the lips and then wispered in my ear, she is horny as hell. She hasn't had a man since Jim left three years ago. Then I leaned over and kissed Candi lightly on the lips. She kissed me back so I lifted her from her seat and gave her a long deep kiss then said I will see you tonight if that's ok around 7:00. She just nodded her head yes. I left and went straight home instead of going back to the office. I had to jack off because of how hard I was thinking about what might happen tonight.
I knocked on Candi's door right at 7:00 and a very pretty girl answered the door. She was almost a carbon copy of her mother. 5' 2" blue bedroom eyes, blonde hair, and budding breast that looked about the size of a small orange. Is Candi Home? Yea she's in the kitchen fixing dinner. Mom someone for you. I watched as she ran up the stairs, and I thought to myself give her a couple years and she will be a hot piece also. Then I thought hell at 12 she might already be fucking some boy. Lucky little shit. Candi said hi Bob supper is almost ready. We walked back to her kitchen and as soon as we got there she kissed me and our tongues danced together. I pulled her to me and slowly slid my hand around her side until I was cupping her breast through her shirt. We continued to explore each other until she heard her yell is supper ready mom? We broke apart and she yelled back as soon as I set the table hon. I offered to help and Candi said she had it. She was actually shaking as she got the plates and silverware out. We managed to eat supper and just as we were finishing there was a knock on the front door.Candi opened the door and the woman standing there was another copy of Candi but a few years older. I remember thinking an older sister but Candi said Bob this is my mom she is here to pick up Amy to spend the night with her. After the introductions and some small talk Amy and her grandmother left. Candi asked if I would like to watch a movie and I said sure. I took her hand and pulled her to me and we started were we had left off earlier. In a few short minutes we had all our clothes off and were going at each other. Candi had my cock in her hand stroking it slowly and I had two fingers deep in her. She said let's go to my bedroom and I said ok lead the way. She led me there by holding on to my cock pulling me along.
We got on her bed and I started sucking her breast first one then the other licking each and then trying to get all of them in my mouth. I kissed my way down over her stomach and stopped at the top of her shaved pussy. As bad as I wanted to stick my 8" cock in her I wanted to savor the moment even more. I teased her pussy with my tongue and massaged her stomach and breast with one hand while I squeezed her sweet ass cheek with the other hand. After a couple of minutes I stuck my tongue into her now wet pussy and realized how tight she was. I ate her for about five minutes when she came hard into my mouth. I was in heaven tasting her juices. Then after her orgasm subsided she said turn around, I want you in my mouth. I didn't hesitate to turn around and with us in the sixty nine position went back to work on her love channel. I was getting ready to cum and told her I was going to cum. She grabbed my hips and pulled me deeper in her mouth as I shot stream after stream into her mouth and she came in my mouth again at the same time.We separated and tried to catch our breath and I turned so I could kiss her and we wrapped our arms around each other and kissed even deeper it seemed then we had before. After several minutes of caressing each other my cock stirred again and I started massaging her pussy again with my fingers and hand. I was just getting ready to stick my cock where I had been wanting it since the first time I saw her when Lynn yelled from the living room "Hope you are decent, I'm coming up!" Damn erection interuptus. We threw the covers over us just as Lynn entered the room. "SHIT GIRL! I knew you were horny but sure didn't waste any time." You knew I was coming by to pick up the decoration for the party or did something come up that made you forget. Then she laughed and said looking at that tent in the covers I would say something nice came up. Can I see? And she grabbed for the covers. I was to fast for her and held them tight to my sides. Lynn said all in good time and left laughing. I thought what the hell did she mean by that? Candi said please don't pay any attention to her she is a frigging nut.Then she said I'll be right back let me get those things for her so she can leave. She kissed me and slipped her robe on and went to help Lynn. I could hear talking but couldn't make out what was being said, but heard Lynn laughing and even heard Candi laugh a couple of times. It seemed like an hour before Candi came back in and got back in bed. She then asked how long can you stay? Well if the rain doesn't stop about an hour ago tomorrow is a wash out so I don't have to be anywhere any time soon. Good Amy won't be back till tomorrow night. Then she climbed on top of me and guided my cock to the slit opening of her pussy. She slid down on me moaning as each inch entered her. It felt like a hot vise had my cock and was stripping the skin back she was so tight. When she hit bottom she didn't move. She looked down into my eyes and said better then I even thought it would feel. I had to agree 100% with her. I expected for her to feel good but she was Awesome. I almost came a minute later when she started just rotating her hips and rubbing her clit into my pubic hair. Then she raised up until only the head was still in her and slid back down. She repeated this getting faster with each stroke. I started thrusting into her each time she came down and after about five minutes I was reaching toward cumin and knew it would be hard. I said I'm getting ready to cum and she slammed down on me and went back to grinding her pussy on my cock. I tried to lift her off as I started to cum but she refused to move so I shot my load deep into her pussy. Instead of letting it go soft I just kept humping her until it was hard again then rolled her over and proceeded to enjoy her knowing it would be quite awhile before I came again. When I did it felt like everything inside me was being shot into her. I have never came that hard before. I was as weak as a new born kitten when I stopped cumin. We fell asleep in each other's arms.
When I woke up the next morning Candi wasn't in bed and I heard someone talking. I got out of bed and wondered were the John was. Should I call out to Candi for help or try to find it alone? I opted for the latter choice and started looking for the bathroom to get rid of my piss proud. I eased out into the hall and looking in both directions thought I saw a door partly open that might be the bathroom. I rushed in because I was about to piss myself, but as soon as I got inside the door I realized my mistake. Laying on the bed looking straight at me was Amy. I was so shocked I couldn't move. The bathroom is the next door on the left she said like me standing there naked didn't bother her in the least. I said thanks, then as an after thought said sorry bout this, looking down at my cock. She nodded and pulled the covers over her head. Damn I felt like a fool. I rushed into the bathroom and from there I could hear what was being said. Candi I am sorry to bring Amy back early but she said her stomach was cramping real bad. Besides you shouldn't have let him spend the night and you know it. Candi kept trying to say some thing but each time her mother would say "You never want to listen to me and that's your problem." Now listen for a change you know what happened with Jim and the same thing is going to happen with him. You don't know he might try to fuck Amy when you aren't home. And with her being boy crazy she would let him. Then Candi said "MOM SHUT UP!" I invited him into my home not yours. I am 30 years old and if I want to fuck the president then it's my business not yours. NOW DROP IT!
I turned around and saw Amy standing in front of me.
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Fourteen-year-old Zoey couldn’t tear her eyes away from Nicolette. Three people had entered the barn ‒ Nicolette, Felicity, and Stephen ‒ but only Nicolette had Zoey’s attention. Her heart beat with the uneasy certainty of a pending death; Zoey was temporarily immobilized, paralyzed with fear. Vampires aren’t real, she tried rationalizing, but it didn’t work. The woman ‒ Nicolette ‒ looked exactly like one! Long, jet-black hair, eyes so black the pupils were indistinguishable. And, Zoey had never before seen such a pale face ‒ the woman looked undead! And her facial features ‒ as perfect as indescribable. Just a face -- no moles, freckles, wrinkles, or any of the other imperfections that indicated mortality.
“You must be the animal caretaker, the groom.” The gothic female spoke in a sweet, comforting voice that contrasted the physical appearance. She extended a long, slender hand with well-manicured fingernails. Other than the pasty color, there was nothing terrifying about her hands. On one finger, the largest diamond wedding ring Zoey had ever seen.
Trying to decide between the self-preservation instinct to back away and the good manners instructing her to swallow the fear and be polite, Zoey stammered breathlessly, “Y-Yes . . . I take care of the horses and the dog.”
Just then, Zoey’s father appeared, as though he had been miraculously and telepathically signaled that his needed him, and he had driven to the rescue. Zoey and her father’s modest home without an ocean view was a few miles away from this place, a classic Italian-style farmhouse with three private, oceanfront acres. With a resounding, “Hello everyone” and extended hand, Zoey’s father greeted Stephen, Nicolette, and Felicity. Her father’s confidence and seeming disregard for the fact that there was a vampire in the midst amazed and comforted Zoey. And, she gradually relaxed, although she still didn’t trust Nicolette and kept a safe distance from her.
With her father firmly in control of the conversation, Zoey felt herself fading into the background. With the newfound anonymity, she looked curiously at Stephen and Felicity. Stephen ‒ he was a fox! Tall, tanned, impeccably dressed, he reminded her of a favorite public school teacher, only older and much wealthier. She wanted the billionaire immediately and jealous hatred mixed with the fear she felt toward his wife. It was blatantly obvious that Stephen was older than his wife was, but the sight of them together wasn’t perverted, as Zoey grudgingly acknowledged that Nicolette carried herself gracefully, with an air of savoir-faire well beyond her age. Nicolette’s slender, curvy figure had a catlike appearance, all the plump skin of youth gone and replaced by a taut, sleek countenance. But, Zoey thought Nicolette was too pale and thin with disproportionately large breasts and wondered why desirable Stephen had married that girl, that vampire.
As for Felicity, she barely registered in Zoey’s mind, except for the thought that it was strange to bring an extra female along on a honeymoon. The vampire isn’t woman enough for him, she thought smugly. If he’s likes them young, I could oblige him. And, I guarantee he wouldn’t need a spare on our honeymoon! Zoey knew she was gorgeous ‒ ash blonde hair with sun streaked highlights, full ruby lips, and big brown eyes. Her chest was as flat as the boys, curves yet to develop, but she consider her small breasts an indicator of her desirable youth. With an over inflated sense of self worth, she considered herself worthy competition for the billionaire’s affection.
Zoey’s father was introducing the trio to the animals and chatting aimlessly about the area. This luxurious Florida estate was Stephen’s wedding present to his gothic wife. Purchased sight unseen, it was the first time the newlyweds had stepped foot on the property. Of course, they wouldn’t be familiar with the animals. Zoey felt a little guilty hiding behind her father, since she was the one responsible for the year-round care of the animals. But, between the freight and animosity she felt toward Nicolette and the sugar daddy attraction she felt for Stephen, Zoey was very intimidated.
After all the necessary information regarding the three animals had been passed down to Stephen, Zoey’s father made up a hasty excuse about having a prior engagement, and the father and departed. After she was sure they were out of ear reach of the trio, Zoey asked, “Daddy, is she a vampire?”
“No, honey. She’s just from New York City.”
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After Zoey and her father left, Nicolette let out a deep breath of relief. “I bet a good session with my cat-o’-nine-tails would cure Zoey of her flat chested, prepubescent lust for my husband,” she mused, laughing slightly at the delightful image of torture in her head. Then, she dismissed thoughts of Zoey and turned dark eyes to Felicity. The edges of her mouth turned upward in a vicious little sneer. “Now, my little pet, it is time for some rules.”
Felicity blinked quickly, shuttering deeply. Wordlessly, without instruction, she lowered herself to a hands-and-knees position before Nicolette. There, she waited with wide eyes transfixed to a spot on the barn floor. Since Stephen had come into her relationship with Nicolette, Felicity’s role had been demoted from submissive, abused girlfriend to well-groomed, sexual plaything. It surprised Felicity how easily she had adapted to her new role. And, while she missed the intimacy of a monogamous lesbian relationship with Nicolette, the triangular relationship offered her the controlled, cruel dominance that her submissively demented mind craved. She desperately longed to feel Stephen’s thick, ten-inch dick down her throat again, spreading her mouth wide and gagging her throat. Nicolette had permitted it on that first evening but, since then, kept Felicity’s contact with Stephen mostly limited to cum swallowing. Felicity wasn’t physically attracted to Stephen, but she was sexually attracted to that well-hung instrument between his legs, and his thin veil of cruel indifference toward her was shockingly arousing. And, it was just a thin veil of cruel indifference, Felicity knew. Stephen had a thread of control over Nicolette and used it as the voice of reason whenever Nicolette’s treatment toward her turned malevolent. It wasn’t that Nicolette intentionally meant to hurt her, Felicity had always understood that; it was just that sometimes, in the heat of the moment, the lacked the maturity to refrain from losing complete control. Before Stephen’s presence in their relationship, Nicolette frequently whipped Felicity until the skin broke and blood would bubble up against the strap marks. And the sight of her blood enraged Nicolette, drawing Nicolette to the psychotic conclusion that she was bleeding intentionally! Oh, God . . . Thank God for Stephen! For Felicity, her new triangular relationship was as complex as it was comforting and lascivious.
“Such a good girl,” Nicolette’s sweet mockery drew Felicity out of her thoughts. “My rules for you aren’t that difficult, since Stephen doesn’t enjoy watching you suffer as much as I. You are to remain undressed and on all fours whenever we are here. You are to address me as Mistress Nicolette and my husband as Master Stephen. You are to be continuously available to either of us and unquestioningly comply to our every wish, no matter how insignificant or bizarre they may be.”
“It will be as you command, Mistress Nicolette,” Felicity managed through her breathlessness, her heart beating rapidly. Oh, how easily she found it to adjust to her new life of sexual torture, how sweet and delicious! She could feel heat and moisture gathering around her sex, and she leaned slightly to kiss her Mistress Nicolette’s stetto-clad feet.
While Felicity’s homosexuality might be considered abnormal is certain circles, she shared the same insecurities about bearing her body as most women Stephen knew. And, it was amusing for him to watch Felicity scurry about uncomfortably naked, ducking behind furniture and other large objects to keep hidden. To make the suffering even worse, creative dominatrix Nicolette put remote control vibrating balls in both of her orifices. It was funny for Stephen to watch the insignificant guttersnipe scamper from room to room, the visibility of her internal objects constantly changing. When Felicity caught Stephen amusing himself at her expense, she cast him a hateful glance before backing ass-first into a corner to hide her stuffed openings from his view. That was too much for the billionaire, and he roared with laughter, holding his sides. Felicity’s face turned red and tears filled her eyes. To further humiliate her pet, Nicolette showed Stephen how to work the remote, detailing how to read Felicity’s face and decrease stimulation whenever she drew too close to orgasm, preventing the release. Stephen and Nicolette spent hours, like teenagers with a new video game, playing with their human sex toy, completely disregarding that Felicity was, in fact, a human being. Felicity begged for permission to cum, pleaded and kissed their feet, but the masochistic duo never allowed it, and Felicity fell to sleep that night still suffering, with a parched, desperate ache inside of her.
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Stephen woke up in the middle of the night to find something preventing him from fully stretching out his legs. “Jesus, Nicolette, does it have to sleep with us?”
Nicolette looked at the bottom of the bed to find Felicity. At her master’s instruction, she was back in the costume, complete with the choke collar, brown ears, and tail. In her cunt were two dildos of ordinary size and girth, pressing together and vying for room in the stuffed den. Felicity had curled into a dog-like position and fallen asleep at the foot of their bed. Playfully, Nicolette admonished her husband. “Oh, stop! She’s hardly taking up any space at all! Besides, she looks cute and you know it!”
“I can think of something cuter,” Stephen huskily suggested before diving under the covers to have the sort of midnight snack you wouldn’t find on any five-star menu. The resentful look Felicity had cast him earlier put Stephen in a competitive mood and he wanted to remind the insignificant tool who could make Nicolette squirt.
“No, my love,” Nicolette whispered urgently. “Please, Stephen . . . put it in me.”
“You don’t want to cum this way?” This was a first for Nicolette, choosing penetration over cunnilingus.
“Get it in me,” she begged, panting lustfully now. “Please, Stephen, get ‒ it ‒ in ‒ me!” And, as soon as he entered her, she began bucking her hips wildly, slapping her flesh against his. “Harder . . . Oh, Stephen, my love, harder . . . Oh, Stephen, how I need it harder!”
Overcome with a beast-like lust of his own, Stephen growled low in his throat, picking Nicolette off the bed without removing his massive organ from her tight incubator. He held her by the hips, and she fell back until she was almost horizontal. Ebony hair fell down to the carpeted floor. She was so thin, barely a hundred pounds; he scarcely felt Nicolette’s weight in his strong arms. And he began masturbating himself with her, his strong hands vigorously slamming his super-sized cock deeply in and out of her firm, young sex cavity. Nicolette’s hair was wildly propelled in every direction by the manic sex.
“Yuh, yuh.” The frantic pace made it impossible for Nicolette to form a word. Stephen couldn’t initially tell whether she was enjoying the fuck or he was hurting her. Then, he felt the strong constriction and release of her orgasms against his dick. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead onto Nicolette’s exposed belly as he continued to use his wife to masturbate. He had never seen his wife so insanely horny and the thought that seeing her little plaything nude all day might have played a bearing on her mood passed quickly through his head. Then, he bit pursed lip determinedly, conjuring up every bit of self-control his age and vast sexual experience provided to prevent his cock from ejaculating along with his wife’s pumping orgasm. The fuck, so untamable bestial, was too good to quit ‒ visually, as well as physically. But, as Nicolette’s expressive sex organ continued to constrict and release, the response was unwillingly drawn out of his swelled organ.
“Oh!” Stephen cried out, half in shock at the way she had forced his fluid and half in rapture. He felt cum shoot deep inside her hot hole, which had become sloppy and noisy from her own powerful orgasms.
Once his seed had been completely delivered, Stephen lovingly picked up his wife, holding her tenderly against his chest. “Shit, you’re going to give me a heart attack,” he gasped breathlessly, struggling to get the air into his lungs. "I’m too old for you.” His legs were shaking as badly as they had the first time he made love to her. The hand he lifted to wipe the sweat-soaked hair from his wife’s forehead was shaking severely. To him, Zoey’s description of Nicolette was unfathomable. To him, she was a visually perfect being. “At least I’ll die with a smile on my face.”
She looked up at him, eyes brilliantly gleaming, illuminated by the afterglow of a good, multi-orgasm fuck. “Oh, God, Stephen, how do you make me come so hard? How do you do it?”
A banging sound caught Stephen’s attention, and he turned toward it. Against one of the sides of the four poster, mahogany bed frame, Felicity was driving herself hard, pushing the dildos out of her cunt using stomach muscles then, using a bedpost, driving them back in. Her eyes were closed, and she was muttering incoherently, an orgasm racking her body. No one can get you off like yourself, Stephen thought, grinning wickedly.
“Oh, you bad girl!” Nicolette laughed. “You must be punished!” Nicolette touched her husband’s hand, indicating that she wanted down, and he obliged her. Then, after covering herself with a robe, she attached the matching leash to Felicity’s colorful Louis Vitton choke collar. She led Felicity out of the bedroom.
The middle of the night is no deterrent for my psychosexual wife when it comes to punishing poor Felicity, Stephen thought dismally, throwing on a dark plaid Polo robe and following after them. The only difference between Felicity and me is that I scamper along without pricey Louis Vitton accessories, Stephen mused as he caught up with the duo on the stairs.
Nicolette led Felicity into the dining room. Then, she addressed her husband. “Undress my disobedient slave, remove all the objects from her holes, and put her on the dining room table.”
“I plan on eating on the table tomorrow,” Stephen protested dismally, a wretched expression.
“God, I hate men,” Felicity muttered, causing Nicolette to laugh as she left the room.
“Your master is going to kill me one of these days,” Stephen confided to Felicity once they were alone. He bent down and began removing the paraphernalia.
“When?” Felicity asked hopefully.
“About five minutes before she kills you.” Having rid her of the canine apparatuses, Stephen carefully rid Felicity’s cunt of dueling dildos. It was still a rather unpleasant task, but nowhere near as loathsome a chore as on that first night. Using Nicolette’s stylist and Stephen’s platinum credit card, Felicity’s pubic hair had been completely removed, except for a cute “N” shape above the slit to honor her beloved master. Leaning down further, Stephen placed an outstretched hand on one of Felicity’s ass cheeks. He felt the smooth, apple-like texture and his cock’s hard response. Then, drawing his hand together, he gathered up the fatty flesh of Felicity’s ass. She gasped, and from his angle, Stephen could see the slave’s pussy pulsate and the cum that was forced out. Her asshole opening was as massacred as ever. Lifting his hand, he delivered a resounding whack on the slave’s ass and watched delightfully as his red handprint formed on her bare ass.
“Get up here.” He pointed to the tabletop, his expression blank. Felicity obeyed, crawling first on a chair then onto the table, mimicking canine movements. Stephen smiled and absentmindedly patted her head. Felicity tried giving Stephen a reproachful look but failed; it was all there, reflected in her eyes. Dismissing the insignificant tool from his mind, Stephen left to find his wife.
Nicolette was in the kitchen, at the sink, pouring a measured amount of liquid Castile soap over water. As Stephen wrapped his arms around her from the back, he noticed the basin she was filling with the vegetable oil based soap concoction. A thermometer in the water indicated a temperature in the low 100s. He pressed his erection into her. “Wouldn’t you rather punish me?” He murmured suggestively against her ear and watched her shivered response. She backed slightly into his hardness, moving suggestively. “Or maybe I should punish you, hmmm?”
“You just punished me,” Nicolette replied, emphatically turning off the warm water. “And, I loved it!” With basin in hand, she turned around to face him, grinning and dark eyes twinkling lustfully. “But, after punishing my disobedient bitch, I know I’m going to need another dosage of your dick.” Their eyes locked, and Nicolette’s expression changed. The lust faded, replaced with deep, soulful love. “Oh, Stephen . . . “ And, Stephen removed the object from her hand, wrapped his arms around her, and placed his head on top of hers. They swayed together, moving to nonexistent music. God, how he loved this bizarre woman-!
“Felicity!” Nicolette gasped, remembering her bitch. She pushed Stephen away with the palms of her hands. “Oh, you make me forgetful! I am going to the dining room, away from my distraction! When the white wine on the stove reaches 105 degrees, bring it in.” With that, Nicolette gave him a playful smack on the behind and left with the soapy water basin.
A few minutes later, Stephen followed Nicolette with the vessel of white wine. He looked around the room, taking in the IV stand next to the table where Felicity waited patiently. The willing slave had been moved into a doggie style position, with her elbows and knees on the table, buttocks proudly displayed high in the air. Her head was down, and Stephen saw the worried expression.
Nicolette had somehow managed to transport a three-shelf steel medical cart to Florida. He knew that eventually wondering how she managed it would drive him to distraction, but he was too intrigued to delve into a full-blown Nicolette obsession at that particular moment. On the cart, she had placed the soapy water basin. There were also petite bottles of peppermint and lavender oils, as well as a couple of hot pink enema bags, a wrapped-up hose, and a multitude of other enema paraphernalia.
And, then there was The Vibrator. The Vibrator ‒ an instrument so impressive to Nicolette that she gave it a formal name. Stephen wasn’t unfamiliar with a vibrator; he had used them in the past to bring about quick or heightened female orgasms or to assist faceless women who had troubles achieving fulfillment through penetration and cunnilingus. But, Stephen had always used the inexpensive, battery-powered numbers. He had no idea that vibrators could be so expensive and high-tech! The Vibrator was made of a rubber jelly substance, and it was not particularly long or thick. It came with a clit attachment that looked ‒ interesting enough ‒ like a rabbit. Stephen wondered why the manufacturer had chosen a rabbit shape for the clit attachment ‒ and not a grinning Cheshire pussycat or a phallus shape. Anyway, The Vibrator not only vibrated but it also swiveled, which, when activated, gave the instrument a look of possession. But, it was the way that Nicolette attached the high tech fuck device to a computer that astonished Stephen, using just a simple serial port. Then, from anywhere she desired, Nicolette could use the satellite connection on her laptop, and vibrate and swivel the orgasms right out of her submissive slut! And, the slave’s torment wasn’t limited to Nicolette’s command; anonymous subscribers to the site could also operate the instrument, at Nicolette’s approval, of course. And, the instrument came with a handy wireless remote control, so Nicolette could buzz Felicity’s hot hole from across the room. Stephen knew that if he lived to be a hundred, he’d never forget the time Mistress Nicolette stuffed Feclity with The Vibrator and, using the remote, discreetly fucked the hell out of her while the trio dined seemingly innocently at Sushi-Ann on 51st Street in Manhattan. God, it had been hot watching Felicity squirm about, trying not to cry out against the thundering fulfillment! And, it turned Nicolette on as well . . . Oh, the memories . . . His psychosexual Nicolette loved slipping sex into every crevice of his life, just as she loved slipping instruments into every crevice of her sex slave!
“Stop staring at The Vibrator and bring me the white wine.” Nicolette interrupted his thoughts, as she stood at the medical cart. Stephen blinked and walked over to his wife.
“Alcohol is absorbed quicker into the intestines than in the stomach,” he warned, placing the container of white wine on the cart.
She looked up, gave him a hateful glance. “Shut up. I’m the medical student.”
Student, Stephen repeated to himself. Sometimes, Nicolette reminded him of an insane asylum resident who had taken over the sanitarium and Felicity was her willing patient. He leaned against the wall and watched his deranged wife pour equal amounts of wine and water into a large enema bag. Then, she added a few drops of both oils and shook the contents vigorously. All the while, she wore a calm, professional expression, her psychosexual bedside manner.
“Three quarts,” she muttered. “I’m going to give my little fuck slave three quarts of my warm, sexually satisfying potion.” Removing items from her medical cart, she installed the silicon hose, clamp, and large tip with an adjustable nozzle into the hot pink enema bag. Along with her enema sex toy, Nicolette grabbed lubricant off the medical cart and walked over to the apprehensively waiting Felicity. Staring down at the exposed ass, Nicolette frowned, then turned dark eyes to Stephen. “Did you slap my slave’s ass?” she asked bewilderedly.
Stephen smiled sheepishly, blushing a little.
“Even it up,” Nicolette instructed, pointing to the other ass cheek. Crossing the room, he waited until his wife had finished stimulating the senses on Felicity’s butt by erotically brushing her fingertips all around the area. Then, he delivered a resounding whap, and Felicity responded in the same manner as earlier, with a gasp and convulsive release of cum. Only, the added arousal of her master’s touch brought forth significantly more cum. Laughing delightfully, Nicolette wiped at the goo, clearing it with a single finger. “Oh my God, Stephen, that was indescribably hot!” She breathed; her cheeks flushed red with heated desire. Walking to the front of Felicity, Nicolette lifted the slave’s head and shoved Felicity’s own cum down her throat. “I may have you fuck her cunt tonight. God, the thought of you inside her lesbian cunt, confusing, tormenting her, making her cum against all she thinks about men . . . “
“I don’t think so,” Stephen quickly countered. “You promised if I fucked her ass that first night, I wouldn’t have to fuck her again.” Although he was warming up to the little lesbian sex toy, Felicity wasn’t the woman he wanted to put himself inside of, especially since it would involve wrapping his cock in a condom. Condom use was something that bachelors did, and he had vowed that first night with Nicolette to never slip on the uncomfortable second skin again.
“You’re right, I did,” Nicolette drew with exaggerated disappointment. “But, don’t worry, my little love light Felicity, Stephen will come around eventually. For tonight, however, I am going to fill you up good. You’re going to sleep like the beautiful slave princess you are and be sexually satisfied for days. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
“Y-Y-Yes, Mistress Nicolette,” Felicity responded dubiously without lifting her head.
Nicolette placed the enema bag on the IV stand then turned to the obedient submissive. She rubbed and playfully spanked Felicity’s reddened bottom. Then, using just the tips of her fingers and providing only the slightest, most erotic touch, Nicolette intimately stroked every inch of Felicity’s posterior, using circular motions. The female plaything shivered, and Stephen watched as the hair on the slave’s arms stood on end. Felicity closed her eyes, a dreamy expression on her face. Then, Nicolette switched and began running the enema nozzle around Felicity’s butt, causing the brown-haired woman’s eyes to widen with terror of the pending procedure. Turning on the nozzle, Nicolette let the fluid run down Felicity’s butt, down her leg. She lubricated the anal opening. Then, she gently inserted the tip, opening the ass with her free hand to do so.
“Oh,” Felicity whispered, and Stephen watched as her exposed pussy opened and closed with rapture. She wiggled her butt against the foreign object, trying to take it deeper into herself. “Oh . . . yes, Mistress Nicolette!”
Nicolette slapped Felicity’s bottom several times, very hard, with her free hand while keeping the enema tip firmly inserted in the slave’s posterior. Felicity groaned her pleasure, still wiggling to enhance the stimulation. “Do you like it, hmmm?” Nicolette grinned down.
“Oh . . . I can feel it inside my belly. It feels so warm.” Then, Felicity stopped wiggling and rested her submissive head. For a while, she was quiet, her eyes closed, and expression very peaceful. Then, her head shot up, eyes wide with terror. “I’m cramping,” she gasped.
“A little more to go,” Nicolette replied indifferently. Leaning forward, she began rubbing Felicity’s belly. “Getting full in there?”
Felicity put her head back down, on her arm, and gripped her teeth together against the cramping pain. Her face was to his side, and Stephen could see her pained expression. “Cramping,” she whispered between clenched teeth. “It hurts . . . “
“She looks like she’s in an awful amount of pain,” Stephen interjected. Reaching out, he joined Nicolette in messaging Felicity’s belly, hoping that would help.
Nicolette gave him a loving smile. “You do care for my stupid bitch.”
“Well, I don’t want her to die!”
Nicolette smiled again, keeping a watching eye on Felicity. “Are you feeling good and full?”
“Yes. Mistress Nicolette, I can’t help it . . . It hurts so bad.”
“Hold this,” Nicolette instructed Stephen, holding out the tube protuding from Felicity's ass. Nicolette went to the enema bag and checked the contents. It was almost empty. Nicolette began massaging the bag, wanting to get every drop into the tortured slave’s stuffed belly. Returning, she took the tube back from Stephen.
“You’re almost there,” Stephen whispered to Felicity, rubbing her belly with one hand and gently stroking her hair with the other. “Almost there, sweetheart. You’ve almost taken it all . . . You’re a good slave, good girl . . . Keep it up . . . “ The warm, hypnotic tone to his voice surprised him.
“Ugh, Master Stephen, I’m cramping so bad,” Felicity groaned.
“You’re so full,” Stephen replied, feeling the pressure of her stuffed belly against his rubbing hand. Was psychosexuality contagious, he wondered because watching Felicity’s agony turned Stephen on, and his arousal repulsed him. And, in a circle on insanity, the repulsion aroused him. “Almost there . . . Mmmm . . . Take it all; you can do it.“ He wanted to stick his dick in her cunt while she struggled taking that cramping fluid into herself. The fantasy really turned him on. His hand in her hair began to shake. “Almost there . . . You’re our beautiful princess slave; you can take it all. Such a good slave, a good slave . . . Take deep breaths . . . That’s right, that’s right . . . “
“Done,” Nicolette announced, taking the instrument out of Felicity’s bottom. And, Stephen watched as their slave continued suffering in silent torment, keeping the fluid inside her. Nicolette joined Stephen rubbing Felicity’s protruded belly and the inadvertent brush of his wife’s hand on his . . . His whole body began to shake with desire, and leaning over the slave, he kissed his wife while they lovingly rubbed their little pet. His tongue slipped into Nicolette’s mouth; he so wanted inside his wife. God, he so melodramatically loved her! He had never loved the mother as much as he loved the ; it wasn’t even comparable!
Nicolette pulled away, flushed face. “You’re distracting me again!”
Stephen watched Nicolette leave the room. She returned shortly with her favorite torture device, the cat-o’-nine-tails whip. Felicity groaned as the first slash of the whip came raining down on her. But, Nicolette’s intent wasn’t to provide her slave pain, Stephen quickly realized. She was toying, lightly slapping the anguished slave’s backside and buttocks. He continued to comfort and stroke the slave while Nicolette erotically used her cat-o-nine-tails on Felicity, carefully avoiding her husband’s caressing hands.
“Hold it in . . . Oh, you’re such a good slave.” Stephen could feel his painful, throbbing erection pushing against the Polo robe. When he lifted his impassioned eyes to his wife, she was giving him a loving smile. He didn’t know why he kept rubbing Felicity’s belly, except that it really turned him on. And, she seemed to enjoy it, whispering his name repeatedly. And, all the while, Nicolette’s whip kept coming down. “Such a good slave . . . good girl . . . “ he whispered hotly.
After ten minutes or so, Nicolette instructed Felicity to the bathroom and drain. With time, Stephen wanted to kiss and hold Nicolette, but she was busy taking temperatures and preparing a second enema bottle, using a scant amount of wine and significantly less soap. At the kitchen sink, Stephen kissed her neck, trying to get her attention, but she turned away from him, annoyed. Dejected, sexually frustrated, Stephen slouched back to the dining room.
Felicity was unsteadily returning from the bathroom. “Oh, Master Stephen,” she slurred. “Oh, I’m so drunk! And, I tingle . . . everywhere!”
“I think you’re about to get a second dosage,” Stephen replied tightly, pointing to the table in instruction. And Felicity wordlessly complied, scampering up and placing herself in the doggy-style position.
And, Nicolette repeated the procedure a second time, causing Stephen’s arousal to push outside his robe, revealing his maddening desire to the females. But, he received no attention to relieve his suffering except kind words and loving looks from his wife.
When Felicity returned from the bathroom after the second enema, she could barely crawl from intoxication, and Stephen helped her on the tabletop. “Oh, no more wine,” she whispered. “Master Stephen, please, no more wine! Oh, God . . . Master Stephen, I’m so horny. Please, please, please, give me release, quick now before she returns from the kitchen. Please, stick your hand inside of me, stick something inside of me! Oh, I ache!”
Stephen chuckled. “Oh, my precious tortured slave! How it delights me to see you suffering the same as I! And, no, I will not bank your lust!”
“Besides,” Nicolette spoke, having overheard the entire conversation, “you will be satisfied soon. And, my sneaky sex slave, this last dosage is only water.”
After Felicity took the third enema into herself, Nicolette grabbed The Vibrator. “Do you want to cum?” She teased, manually turning on the instrument. “Do you want to cum with your belly all warm and full?”
“Yes!”
Nicolette touched Felicity’s exposed cunt with The Vibrator. Stephen couldn’t take it anymore. Walking behind his wife, he wordlessly lifted her robe. She was wet, so very moist, and it eased Stephen’s torture some knowing that she was as turned on as he was. Nicolette didn’t protest as he lifted her up and slid his cock into her. “Yeah,” Nicolette gasped excitedly. “Fuck me, Stephen. Felicity, I want you to cum along with Stephen and me!”
Stephen began fucking his wife from behind, while she used The Vibrator on enema-filled Felicity. The visual stimulation alone was too much for him and he felt the build up almost immediately. “You’re going to make me cum fast,” he told his wife, slapping into her at a fevered pace. “Yeah . . . I do so fucking love you!” He dug his fingers deep into the fleshy part of his wife’s hips, causing her to cry out.
“Yes, Stephen . . . God, yes, I like it! You’re . . .yeah, yeah . . . you’re making me . . . oh, yeah, here it comes . . . Oh, oh, oh!” Nicolette cried, jerking against his cock, and Stephen held her strong as he delivered his own load. On the table, Felicity finally reached her fulfillment as well, softly whispering her two masters’ names.
Enema sex, Stephen thought. All three of us, the enema menage trio players, so sexually stimulated that our very satisifying physical sex lasted less than two minutes. Stephen knew that this was especially telling for him. He generally lasted quite a while the second time around.
Early that next morning, Felicity’s drunken snore woke Stephen up. He looked at his two women ‒ the wife and the willing slave. Why did this insane relationship seem so natural and right? But, accepting Felicity didn’t ease his restless mind. There was something more, he could sense it but not put a finger on it. He knew that, until he found the answer, he would never cease obsessing over Nicolette.
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After that raining night in May, Nicolette never returned to her hole-in-the-wall apartment near NYU or lived with her parents again. Stephen promptly hired a tow service to haul Felicity’s totaled rattletrap of a vehicle to a local wrecking garage for disposal and a moving crew gather up Felicity and Nicolette’s belongings. By the following weekend, the two females had moved lock, stock, and barrel into his two homes. And Nicolette, that nasty dominatrix, immediately set about constructing her elaborate torture chamber in his Pocono Mountains’ retreat. Ordered via the Internet and charged to Stephen’s platinum credit card, items that required inconspicuous brown packaging began flowing in daily. And, although the items were addressed to Stephen, the contents belonged to Mistress Nicolette.
Upon hearing the news that Stephen wanted to marry his , Nicolette’s father tossed aside his doctorate decorum and reverted to his redneck ways, taking off his leather belt and beating Stephen off his Pocono Mountains’ property. While Stephen could find no humor in remembering it, Nicolette would explode in fits of uncontrollable laughter at the slightest mention of the incident. The image of the middle-aged billionaire screaming and running for his life, being chased by a violently cursing middle-aged baby doctor struck most of Nicolette’s silly girlfriends as hysterical too. Perhaps in time, Stephen thought he might feel the same way, but the feel of leather against his retreating buttocks was still too vivid.
A few weeks after the whipping incident, Nicolette’s parents cooled down enough to meet Stephen in Manhattan for litchi martinis and a long, lecturing conversation. In the end, they acknowledged there was nothing they could do about the relationship. And, while Nicolette’s mother, his ex-girlfriend, still turned his heart to jelly, Stephen resisted the urge to melodramatically confess his feelings. It was relatively easy to do, given that she was distant and cold to him now. Stephen wasn’t an unscrupulous man, and his ex-girlfriend’s animosity stirred up immeasurable guilt. For weeks, in the dark, in his sleep, his moral conscious would speak, and he would wake up, shaking, his sheets drenched with sweat. His stomach would be churning and he would make haste for the toilet, ridding himself of that evening’s dinner. After a while he grew comfortable with himself again and the anxiety attacks ceased.
Since the evening he had become entangled in sadomasochism, Stephen spent numerous hours researching the topic to better understand the Nicolette and Felicity’s bizarre relationship. And, many of his inherit realization regarding Nicolette were validated. In normal sadomasochistic relationships, the submissive had a word she used to let the dominant know the pain level had slipped into unbearable, but Nicolette provided Felicity no such outlet, and any protest from the slave drove Nicolette from sadist to the brink of murderess. Far and few between were the times he heard Felicity complain to Nicolette about the treatment, and Stephen had to accept that Nicolette’s relationship with Felicity was more willing human toy than submissive. The person who should have had the control, Felicity, had none, and Nicolette’s control meant that the treatment was too often dangerous. Stephen remembered when, arriving home from work one evening, he found Felicity alone in the Manhattan brownstone; bound so tight with ropes that her arms and breasts had turned blue. He didn’t know how long Nicolette had been away, but she didn’t return for another two hours. Then, to his horror, she began to rant and rave at him for unbinding Felicity! When he attempted to explain the dangers involved in leaving a bound person alone, Nicolette refused to listen. But, while she never admitted making the poor judgment decision, she also never repeated the performance. But, the binding incident was just one of many insanely dangerous stunts Nicolette pulled toward Felicity.
The outside world didn’t know of Nicolette’s slave any more than they knew Nicolette’s true personality. The old adage about a man wanting a lady when the sun is up and a when it goes down fit Stephen perfectly. As Nicolette had predicted, he enjoyed showing her off at upscale, uptight, upper West Side soirees. She was knowledgeable on a variety of subjects, from world politics to celebrity sightings and everything in between. With her genius intelligence, she easily mingled with the wealthy executives’ wives, and Stephen quickly realized that she took sadistic sexual pleasure manipulating the socialites, ‘the ladies who lunch’, with her false personification. Beneath demure designer dresses, she wore no panties and was virtually dripping wet from the sadistic manipulation. After the parties were through and the door closed on their chauffeur-driven stretch limousine, Nicolette would demand nasty sex while the black vehicle sped toward their brownstone in the Battery. And, her mouth was so foul; spewing out lustful obscenities as Stephen did a jackrabbit number on her. “I love it when you pound me like a street !" "Make me pay for being such a liar!” It quickly got to the point where seeing a mere invitation made him hot and insatiably horny for the psychosexual girl.
But, Nicolette was a little girl in many ways. Instead of seeking honesty and deeper meaning in life, she chose deception and manipulation, perhaps the cornerstones of emotional immaturity. And, she was extremely jealous and thought almost every female Stephen associated with was a former lover or someone he was looking to screw. After interrupting a business meeting between Stephen and a very attractive female advertising executive, Nicolette became incensed that Stephen was having an affair and no amount of logical conversation could convince her otherwise. Given her penchant for manipulation, he wondered if her jealousy was just an elaborate performance, but he couldn’t imagine any person being capable of pulling off such a convincing show. In their Manhattan brownstone, agonizing tears turned black from mascara ran down the ’s white face, and she couldn’t speak coherently through the hiccuping, childlike sobs. Then, she began hyperventilating, bending over at the waist and breathing too deeply. Seeing the woman he loved in such a pitiful condition stirred up every sympathetic emotion in him. He would have done or said anything to make Nicolette’s self-inflicted agonies go away and make her well.
There was definite element of father-and- in their relationship, and Stephen knew it. When she didn’t understand or was confused, she looked to him for guidance, her big ebony eyes shining on him with childish hero worship. And, it was his protective, fatherly feelings toward her that gave him the infinite patience needed to handle her countless psychological disorders. But, beneath the surface was the constant vomit he swallowed knowing that Nicolette could have ‒ should have ‒ been his . Legal , it excited as much as repulsed him. Stephen thought about Nicolette constantly, obsessed about her at work. Though he psychoanalyzed her like a pinned moth, he couldn’t get over or see through her. She drove him insane, fascinated him with her every movement and kept him in constant suspense wondering what she would do next. One afternoon, he was thinking about how dishonest she was and began questioning whether he really knew her at all. So, he fabricated an excuse about not feeling well and spent time stalking his fiancée.
She had told him that she was going to spend the day shopping, and he mentally recalled her favorite department stores ‒ Saks Fifth Avenue, Bloomingdale’s, Henri Bendel, and Macy’s. After an exhausting search of Saks Fifth Avenue and Henri Bendel, he found her solo on the fourth floor of Bergdorf Goodman. Given the compact vastness of Manhattan and the number of haute couture shops available to Nicolette, it was nothing short of a small miracle that he found her. Ducking behind a rack of Narciso Rodriguez’s dresses, his stomach tightened with tension, excited yet repulsed by what he was doing. He watched, with a strange, obsessive fascination, as Nicolette charged a slew of expensive designer outfits to his platinum credit card while discussing Jimmy Choo shoes with the salesclerk.
He thought about what he might discover, about the unknown elements to Nicolette, and his heart began racing with anxious tension. I’m too old for this, he thought. Either I trust the girl or I don’t. He was about to give up the ghost when Nicolette turned in the opposite direction and made way toward an elevator. Looking down at his hands, they were shaking uncontrollably. “I’m having a nervous breakdown. I’m marrying a that’s going to eventually drive me into a mental institution.” He walked down the stairs to the first floor of Bergdorf’s on weak, wobbly legs. “And, I’m talking to myself . . . in public.” When he reached the bottom floor, Nicolette was already exiting the store. From inside Bergdorf Goodman’s display window, he watched her place shopping bags in the back of his silver Maybach. Then, she drove away.
Running into the street, adrenaline forcing him forward, Stephen anxiously hailed a taxi. “Follow the silver Maybach, the silver luxury vehicle up there.” He ordered breathlessly, plopping into the backseat of the yellow taxi. This request would have probably raised eyebrows anywhere else in America, but not in New York City. “There’s something extra for you in it.” The turban-clad driver slammed down hard on the gas pedal, peeling into traffic without checking first for safety. Several vehicles honked their annoyance, and Stephen was flung back against the backseat.
Stephen could count on one hand the number of females he knew who enjoyed driving in New York City, and Nicolette was one of them. With all the skills of a professional racecar driver, she aggressively zigzagged her way through the heavy traffic, cutting off several taxis. Even in his frantic mental state, he couldn’t help but be impressed by that rather unprecedented fete. But, the reckless maneuvering through midday, midtown Manhattan traffic did little to calm Stephen’s nerves. By the time Nicolette arrived at her next destination, The Sea Grill on 49th Street, it was very difficult for him to breathe, and he was on the verge of putting his own head between his legs.
Looking elegant and unbelievably cool in the humid summer heat, Nicolette entered the restaurant while Stephen remained safely out of view, ducked down in the taxi. Once she was safely inside The Sea Grill, he settled the fair with the taxi driver, handing him a large bill. “Thanks, man. Keep the change.” One of the greatest perks of wealth was witnessing the gratitude of others after throwing trifle amounts of coin to them. On that subject, Nicolette differed with Stephen. Surprisingly, she was genuinely caring toward the downtrodden. And, it was another morsel of his wealth, handed to the maitre de, which provided Stephen a discreet view of Nicolette’s table. He buried his face behind a menu, ultimately ordering the same lunch as Nicolette.
He watched as she met up with a group of her unbelievably desirable NYU co-eds. She lunched on the house specialty lobster salad while planning her wedding with the gaggle of giggly girls. Then, the group of masturbation-worthy females, forks in hand, split a variety of luscious looking desserts ‒ crème brulee, chocolate mouse, tiramasu, and poached pear Helene. When Nicolette asked for the check, his platinum credit card in hand, the waitress informed the group that the horny Oriental businessman waving to them from the bar had already taking care it. While the other co-eds thanked the businessman and engaged in some harmless flirting, Nicolette remained seated at the booth, looking calmly through wedding magazines.
A younger, much more desirable version of the ladies who lunch, Nicolette and her friends had forsaken the usual co-ed wardrobe of old, comfortable jeans, the mandatory oversized NYU sweatshirt, and Sketchers for innocent-looking pleaded skirts and button-up blouses. When the girls bid their farewells, embracing and giving sweet lip pecks, Stephen felt his cock give a strong twitch, and he imagined their little girly show had probably turned on most of the heterosexual males at The Seafood Grill. And, in his lovelorn eyes, Nicolette was the most beautiful of the beauties.
He thought that Nicolette had left the restaurant, but, when he stood to leave, he spotted her talking to the Oriental businessman at the bar. His heart leaped to his chest and froze. Oh, God! Nicolette’s face was flushed and animated, and she was moving her hands about wildly while she spoke. The horny businessman was smiling broadly, intently listening to her. It was too much, and Stephen felt his body shake uncontrollably. Was this place, The Seafood Grill, their rendezvous location? No wonder he picked up the check and she ignored him while her friends were around! Oh God! He moved in to confront Nicolette, but she was too engrossed in the other man to notice him.
“I’m sorry,” she was saying, “but I’m not really all that familiar with Manhattan myself, otherwise I’d love to show you around. I’m from Iowa and just recently moved here myself to be with my fiancée. He lives in the Bronx.”
Such a liar! Stephen thought, feeling the familiar sexual stirring that her lies brewed in him. Damn her for slipping sex into her deception!
“Oh, in that case, maybe I could show you around,” the horny Oriental businessman pressed, still smiling at Stephen’s fiancée like a ravenous person looking over menu options at a five-star restaurant. “I’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t mind. He’s working, isn’t he? Wouldn’t even take the time to show his woman around the greatest city in the world . . . “
“Actually, I would,” Stephen interrupted jerkily. Testosterone was pumping strong through him, and he wanted to punch the other man, to watch his face fly to the side and blood splatter from his mouth.
Nicolette turned, and her face lit up with insuppressible surprise and pleasure. Without questioning why he was at The Seafood Grill, she threw her arms gleefully about his neck, giggling happily. Without another word to the horny Oriental businessman, Stephen escorted Nicolette out of the restaurant.
It took several days for Stephen’s dimmed psychological state to recover from stalking his fiancée. The incident left him insecure, even though her behavior had been completely benign. Perhaps, he thought, it would have been better if I had caught her in a compromising situation. I wouldn’t be so confused about myself and about her. Confused, that was a good word for Nicolette’s effect on him. He had stared obsessively at her during their first encounter, and now he had spent an afternoon spying on her. What was it about his ex-girlfriend’s that caused this continued obsession?
That August, a month after her 18th birthday, he married Nicolette in his hometown of Tarrytown, New York, at The Castle on the Hudson in a. lavish ceremony. And, it was fitting that Nicolette’s slave girl, Felicity, was attendance as well, not as the maid of honor or even a bridesmaid. Rather, Nicolette permitted her to sit in a back pew after stuffing a plastic, white remote control egg deep in her ass, the retrieval wire sticking out. Whenever Nicolette desired, she could turn the knob on the remote control and provide Felicity surprised stimulation. Stephen loathed admitting that the sweet, torturous secret between the three of them made his wedding reception an especially stimulating affair.
When he took a small turn around the dance floor with Felicity, Stephen couldn’t help but ask, his brown eyes twinkling with lustful mischief, “Are you having a nice time?”
“Yes,” Felicity breathed, flushed and in the midst of her umpteenth orgasm that day. “Oh, yes . . . “
“Is she working you now?” He knew the answer, but wanted Felicity to say it.
“Yes. Oh, yes!”
There were times like that moment, when Nicolette’s psychosexual disorder made him painfully erect. Since taking financial responsibility for the . . . the . . . young lady ‒ he still couldn’t put an exact label of definition on Felicity and Nicolette’s relationship ‒ Felicity had transformed into something moderately attractive. Veneers covered her crooked teeth, and hair highlights softened her masculine facial features. And, the short hair was growing out rather well. More than any other single physical feature, Stephen’s biggest turn off was a short, ‘dyke’ haircuts.
Stephen was thinking about all this, obsessing about Nicolette as usual, when she boarded their private jet, honeymoon bound for southern Florida. There were more romantic and exotic locations in the world, he knew, but his wedding gift to Nicolette was in southern Florida ‒ a secluded beachfront spread with two thoroughbreds and an Irish Setter.
It was so fashionable for young aristocrats to travel with their pets, and Nicolette was no exception. At the end of a choke chain was Felicity. Aside from brown knee padding, doggy ears, and a felt tail that protruded from her posterior, Felicity was bare ass. Nicolette had obviously switched the playful egg for the tail. And, never one to leave an orifice neglected, the end of something rubbery covered Felicity’s labia.
Stephen looked up at his wife, elegantly dressed in clothing far beyond her eighteen years and dripping with Tiffany’s diamonds. Releasing her slave pet, Nicolette moved onto Stephen’s lap and contently rested her head against his rapid-beating chest. She sighed with happiness.
“Mrs. Bonatelli,” Stephen whispered dreamily, spreading her legs wide across his lap with his hands. When Nicolette's legs were draped outside either side of his legs, he began messaging her upper thighs, pushing her dress around her waist. She never wore panties, and, after a few minutes, he felt the warmth of her sex on his pant legs. They were sitting on the bed, with Felicity kneeling on the floor watching them with obvious jealousy. She had spent the wedding and following reception in a constant state of arousal, and the dozens of small, toy-induced orgasms left her longing for a final, very intense, orgasm. It would temporarily bank all her needs.
Stephen moved Nicolette against the sheets. During the past few months, he had discovered that Nicolette’s favorite sexual act was cunnilingus, and Stephen loved the satisfaction of giving it to her, the person he loved most in the world.
He had seen some scary looking vaginas in his day, Felicity’s included, and some cute ones as well, but none that compared to Nicolette’s. Her pale pink slit was tiny and delicate looking; there was nothing gaping about his wife. When Stephen gently pushed the butterfly folds of her sweet labia apart, her opening was still small but a darker pink. Her pink sex tunnel was the most expressive, orgasmic vagina he had ever been inside. And, she was unbelievably tight, so warm and moist. Whenever he saw his sperm exiting from that amazing sex slit, it was almost unbearably beautiful. And he thought constantly about how he had never seen his sperm form a cream pie, Nicolette being his first unprotected sex partner. And her asshole opening was perfectly puckered and still innocent.
Stephen licked around Nicolette’s clit before attacking the sensitive instrument directly. Two fingers were able to enjoy the warmth of Nicolette’s interior now, and he worked the fingers in a slow, rhythmic motion. As her breathing increased, so did his strokes, and the circular movement of his tongue of her clit. “Get the silver dish,” Nicolette gasped, a terrific orgasm threatening. “Hurry, my love, get the silver dish! Oh, hurry!”
At his wife’s request, Stephen had placed a silver bowl within easy reach, on the compact dresser beside the bed. He placed it in her frantically flailing, outstretched hand, and she promptly put the bowl beneath her, raising off the bed slightly. Then, supporting herself with one hand, she aided Stephen in messaging her clitoris and bringing about the squirting orgasm. The liquid from the squirt dribbled down Nicolette’s pussy and into the waiting dish. Using a single hand, Stephen moved the dish onto the floor in an absentminded fashion. His attention was concentrated on Nicolette, as she was already releasing the erection from his pants. Then, without hesitation, she leaned down and began bobbing frantically on his man meat. He gasped, surprised by the suddenness of it all.
He watched her lovingly, stroking her dark hair with a hand. The first time she went down, she had scraped her teeth against the side of his massive erection ‒ excruciating! But, Stephen patiently said nothing, and Nicolette quickly developed into one nice little cocker sucker. It was more than the physical sensations stemming from the mechanics of giving a blow job that Stephen loved about Nicolette’s blow job. Sucking a good cock was an art form that Nicolette had mastered. More than any one thing, he loved the way she looked up at him with loving ebony eyes, his fat cock head sucked into her mouth and playing against her perfectly-formed full lips. It was an image worthy of masturbation.
“She’s mine . . . she’s mine. The is mine.“ Stephen whispered. It was quiet in the room, only the sounds of Nicolette sucking and Felicity lapping up her master’s squirt. In true doggy fashion, Felicity was not permitted to stand or use her hands, and she had pushed the bowl into a corner, banging the dish against some noisy object in an effort to retrieve the last delicious drops of Nicolette’s squirt juice. Stephen closed his eyes as Nicolette worked his entire length down her throat! Her mouth was warm, and she moved a hand below her mouth, stroking the shaft as she continued to deep throat his entire offering. Faster each time, she performed this feat of magic on his ten-inch cock, sucking the climax out of his tool.
“Love you!” Stephen jerked his body against the pending orgasm, tears forming in his brown eyes, and Nicolette withdrew her mouth. He looked down at his wife questioningly. While he preferred trying to impregnate her by ejaculating in her cunt, Nicolette often had sinister plans. She signaled him to sit on the side of the bed then motioned for Felicity. Like an obedient pet, Felicity opened her mouth and waited while Nicolette jerked Stephen’s seed into it. Then, after swallowing the ejaculation, she kept her mouth open while Nicolette wiped her husband’s cock clean.
“Did you really purchase beachfront property for me?” Nicolette asked dreamily, turning her attention immediately elsewhere. Stephen nodded eager to please his wife, bring about her approval.
“I showed you the photographs. Do you want to see them again? It has two horses, just like you wanted, a private beach, and a dog.”
A puzzled expression came to Nicolette. “Who’s going to take care of the pets when we’re not there?”
“The previous owner hired the neighbor, who lives a few miles away, to take care of the animals. And the realtor hooked us up with the same arrangement. Some widower, I guess, with a young . It’s my understanding that the is actually going to be the caretaker; the father drives her to the place, although the father is the one on my payroll. I guess we’ll figure it all out when we get there.”
“Very interesting,” Nicolette murmured in a tone that set off warning bells in his head. “Horses and a dog, did you say? Oh my!”
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For Stephen there were no words to describe his immediate attraction and immense desire for Nicolette. She had been only fifteen at the time, and her communication toward him that day had been completely nonverbal. To be more specific, Nicolette had stuck her tongue out at him and followed up with a two middle finger salute. Then, she had tossed her long dark mane of silky hair and flounced away, a cylinder of pink cotton candy in hand. In Nicolette’s defense, Stephen knew that he had been gawking lustfully at her for over an hour.
But, damn, he couldn’t help himself! His eyes had witnessed the impossible ‒ seeing the great regret of his life again at the time he had initially met her! The little girl, Nicolette, was his ex-girlfriend’s , and the spitting image of his ex-girlfriend as a . And Stephen never really stopped loving his ex-girlfriend, even after she dumped him and married some redneck loser. Perhaps it was because his ex had those irritating moral values and wouldn’t consummate their relationship that caused Stephen’s lust for Nicolette. She wouldn’t even give me a hand job, Stephen thought bitterly, watching Nicolette flounce away. He never married, never had of his own, and was unable to tear his eyes away from the little girl. He watched her figure disappearing and reappearing as she walked tree lined streets of East Stroudsburg, Pennsylvania.
A wealthy billionaire businessman with an abundance of beautiful women of every flavor at his discretion, it was so boring. He had stayed too long living the world of men’s fantasies and everything had turned mundane. He was spending a lot of time daydreaming recently, unable to concentrate at work, recollecting all the events that led up to his current predicament. The years flew by like minutes in his memory, names and places all blurring together with no real emotional connection attached to any of the experiences. By American standards, he was the consummate image of the successful bachelor, but his soul was empty. He wished that he could do it all differently and marry Nicolette’s mother. But it was too late for all that, so Stephen compromised by slipping into sexual fantasies of Nicolette. It didn’t matter if he was screwing an heiress or a celebrity, he thought of Nicolette.
He had been contemplating selling his Pocono Mountain estate outside East Stroudsburg, Pennsylvania, until seeing Nicolette that fateful day. Other than wintertime skiing and close proximity to his ex-girlfriend, the place offered him little. But, after that encounter, he began making weekend trips from his brownstone in Manhattan to East Stroudsburg, hoping for an another encounter with Nicolette. He spent time in town, at the local Dairy Queen, the record stores, and all the other teenage hot spots, but Nicolette was never on the scene. Whatever Nicolette liked to do, Stephen gloomily concluded, it wasn’t the same as other teenage girls. And, a couple of years passed, but his desire to know Nicolette grew. According to his best friend, he was going through a midlife crisis and his attraction to Nicolette was a manifestation of his desire to be young again. Maybe, Stephen had to admit, but all that psychobabble didn’t make the erection that occurred when he thought about screwing Nicolette go away.
One rainy Saturday night in late May, Stephen was sitting alone in his Pocono retreat when he heard the unmistakable sounds a car crash, the squealing tires followed by the loud thud-like crash. Looking up from an endless stream of legal paperwork requiring his signature, Stephen contemplated going outside, but it was rainy and quite cold for late May. He turned back to business matters, dismissing the incident; however, his indifference toward the human condition was interrupted when the doorbell began to chime. Sighing, hoping the car crash victims weren’t drunken backwoods meth-addicts, he got up from his late 1800s Victorian chair and answered the door.
A teenage girl with imperfect teeth and dripping red-brown hair stood before him. One of her arms was twisted in an unnatural manner. “I wiped out,” she stammered, pale with freight and shivering from the cold rain. “Can I use your phone?”
“Yes, you may,” Stephen emphasized the proper grammar, allowing the female entrance into his foyer. Then, he held up a hand, indicating that she was to proceed no further into his luxurious abode. He handed her a black cordless telephone.
After a brief conversation that Stephen easily ignored, the girl said, “My ride is gonna be a few minutes . . . Do you mind if I wait here? My car is totaled, and it’s scary as hell in those woods.”
Stephen looked out a window, longing desperately to deny her request. But, only a monster would banish an injured into a cold, dark rainy night. “How long?”
“Not too long.”
“Your arm is broken,” Stephen said apathetically, nodding his head toward the injury.
The girl paled a little more. “I was hoping that wasn’t the case . . . Are you a doctor or something?”
After informing her that he was not a physician, Stephen offered the pest a towel, which she accepted and promptly began rubbing her hair. The smell of wet filled the air, and an unpleasant smile formed on Stephen’s extraordinarily handsome face. Looking out the window again, he wondered how long he’d have to tolerate the guttersnipe breathing and polluting his air. The window picked up his image, reflecting a six-foot male with ebony hair in his mid 40s with brown eyes and manly features. Twice a week he played vigorous racquetball with a competitive business colleague and the activity kept him in peak physical condition.
Stephen passed the time until the ragamuffin’s friend arrived attending to business matters. He set up shop in the foyer, but didn’t offer the girl so much as a chair. She attempted conversation, but Stephen silenced her with a single, degrading look. From the outdated fashion to the well-worn sneakers, he dismissed her as poor, young, and probably stupid. After some time, the front door began to jiggle, as though an intruder was attempting to gain unauthorized access into Stephen’s high-security, technologically-advanced home. Then, a loud bang vibrated, and Stephen stood up. “Your friend doesn’t seem to understand the concept of a doorbell,” he drew cruelly.
And, when Stephen opened the door, there she was ‒ Nicolette, in all her gothic beauty splendid wonder! For a moment, he just stared down at her. Up close, the ’s resemblance to his ex-girlfriend was even more startling. She was sporting a little pink denim sundress with thick shoulder straps that had probably not been purchased at Wal-Mart, and he guessed that the diamonds in her anklet were authentic. Beneath legs void of stockings, pink shoes with large silver strap buckles. Her pink fingernails were perfectly manicured. Around her neck was a pink choker that played up her childish sensuality. She was pink cotton candy and buckled shoes, and Stephen knew how wrong it was of him to feel so sexually attracted to her. His ex-girlfriend was a saint, and Stephen knew he should respect her .
Without introduction or greeting, Nicolette flounced grandly into Stephen’s home, taking in the foyer with a sweeping glance. “I know you. You’re Stephen, the playboy billionaire that my mother dumped when she met my father!” She spoke loud, boisterously without making eye contact. To the ragamuffin, Nicolette said, “He’s the pervert I told you about ‒ you know, the guy that was mentally undressing me!”
While the other girl gave him eyes of blatant resentment, Stephen blushed like a . But, Nicolette appeared to have other things on her beautiful mind. Walking to her friend, she picked up the injured limb and began examining it with a professional stance that baffled Stephen. Then, he remembered ‒ how could he have forgotten ‒ that her redneck father had somehow managed to hook himself up with a pediatric degree. And her precious mother was a neurologist. Stephen didn’t enjoy admitting that the redneck he had been dumped for had, in reality, graduated from high school at the age of twelve! In Nicolette’s hand was a very large black doctor’s bag, and Stephen felt his stomach tightened with nervous tension. Perhaps the seventeen year old had inherited a genetic interest for medicine, but he didn’t want any unlicensed medical procedures occurring in his home!
“I need a bottle of whisky,” she told Stephen. “Do you have a bottle of whisky?”
“Uh . . . “ Stephen debated on lying but found it impossible to lie to Nicolette, “Perhaps in the wine cellar.”
“I’ll go with you. Felicity, you come too.” Nicolette spoke matter-of-factly, giving Stephen a slight push to get him started. Stephen couldn’t decide if Nicolette’s dominant demeanor excited or frightened him. As they passed the library, Nicolette stopped and motioned Felicity into that room.
“But . . .” Felicity looked extremely hurt, but Nicolette cruelly shoved the injured into the room. Mouth opened with shock, Stephen watched the helpless Felicity stumble before catching her balance. Without another word of protest, Felicity sat on a sofa and stared sadly at the floor. The action caused Stephen’s cock to become painfully hard, and he wondered if Nicolette was always so aggressive.
Stephen led the way down to the sophisticated wine cellar. Nicolette appeared in no hurry to help her friend, as she leisurely examined the 500 or so wine bottles in Stephen’s collection. At one point, she leaned down and produced a bottle of Strub Riesling Eiswein, a German dessert wine. “I had a couple of sips of this at a wedding. I like this.”
Stephen slid an etched crystal wine goblet from its resting-place overhead and poured alcohol for the minor. She swirled the wine in the glass, smelled the contents, then took a small sip, savoring the flavor. “Mmmm . . .” She smiled up at him, closed mouth. As she smiled, all her cruel dominance faded, and the beauty just defied explanation. All Stephen could do was look at her, his heart leaping up and down his chest cavity, and be thankful that she was in the flesh before him. It wasn’t her youth captivating him. It was she, as she was at that moment, and what he already knew she’d eventually become, because his ex-girlfriend was aging incredibly well.
Watching him stare at her lovelorn changed Nicolette’s expression. A corner of her mouth twisted up slightly in a sneer, as though she could read his thoughts and found him unworthy to even admire her beauty. It was insanity, the way she way made him feel. He knew that realistically his thoughts were private to all except him, perhaps unveiled slightly through unconscious means such as posture and voice tone. But, that wasn’t how Nicolette made him feel. With her penetrating ebony eyes, she had him feeling completely exposed. “Come here.” She moved, wine glass in hand, to the steps leading up from the wine cellar, standing two steps up from the bottom. When Stephen made movement to join her on the step, she instructed abrasively, “Stay at floor level.” With the two step advantage, Nicolette was almost the same height as him, and Stephen thought how wise it was of her to have devised a plan to make conversation and, perhaps, kissing easier. Wrapping his arms around her, he moved in to her lips, but she turned away, revealing a graceful neck. “Touch me not, for I have not given you permission.”
Her odd words terrified Stephen a little. She was young, he knew, and probably digested those period romance novels like candy. Still, for her to look so disdainful of him and speak in such a foreign manner made his heart pound uneasily, wondering exactly what was in his wine cellar. It had his ex-girlfriend’s face but her head was as scrambled up as his own head. But, at least he understood his motivations. Nicolette turned back, her expression darker than he’d ever seen his ex-girlfriend’s face, and reaching out, Nicolette placed a palm against the top of his head in a dominating manner. She pressed down on the palm. “Kneel before the person you want.”
Wordlessly, Stephen got down on his knees and looked up at his teenaged owner. It was fitting that he was down on his knees before her because he was completely powerless in this relationship. Outside, in the world of foolish strangers, billionaire Stephen was the person in control, but not with this girl. She lifted a leg and nudged his shoulder, wordlessly instructing him to kiss her foot, and he promptly obeyed. The madness in her, reflecting itself out now, was something he found undeniably exciting. With his mouth pressed against her foot, a flash of movement and color caught his eye, and he looked up slightly to find Nicolette slowly pouring the wine down her leg. Stephen needed no instruction; he couldn’t move fast enough to drink off from her body, loving her and loving it. At dominating, she seemed well versed, better than any one he had ever encountered. It wasn’t until the last drop of her Strub Riesling Eiswein was lapped up that she lowered herself to sit on the steps above him. Her face was void of anger and very flushed. He could see up her skirt to where she hadn’t placed panties. Lifting her skirt even higher, Nicolette gave Stephen a full view of her delicious-looking femaleness. A beautiful pink pussy, small and youthful. He couldn’t remember the last time that he had seen a pussy that looked so unused. Her pubic hair had been professionally styled to just a single, ebony runway strip. The sight was so visually appealing that his cock began to throb painfully in its boxer shorts’ prison.
“I love having my pussy eaten,” Nicolette whispered urgently, thrusting her hips once invitingly, and Stephen needed no more urging. Reaching out with large, shaky hands, he slowly, tenderly messaged her clitoris. She groaned and wrapped long, slender fingers in his dark hair. Leaning down further, he pushed through her light pink labia with a probing tongue and found the most delicious pussy he had ever tasted.
“You taste unbelievable,” he whispered against her moist interior, a hand still working the clit. Then, he pressed the tip of a finger into her, and Nicolette’s tight vagina applied an almost painful amount of pressure. Lifting his head slightly, Stephen gave Nicolette a long look. She was tighter than most virgins were. Then, keeping one finger inside the beauty, he took a free hand and began working her clitoris again while watching Nicolette’s face intently. Her eyes were closed and long dark eyelashes folded over her cheeks. Her expression was dreamlike, and Stephen thought that she looked like a serene marble statue. Then, her full, dewy lips opened slightly, and she whispered his name urgently and repeatedly. He began moving his finger deeper and deeper inside of Nicolette, as she drew closer to orgasm.
“Oh yes!” She thrust up, and liquid squirted around his finger, out of her. He felt her vagina constrict and release repeatedly in very quick successions. “Yes,” she continued wildly, the spasms continuing while her hips bucked up again like some wild animal. “Yes! You’re making me come, Stephen! You do it so well! Oh, how do you make me come so hard?” When she was through having multiple orgasms, Nicolette looked down at Stephen, while reaching down and pulling his finger out of her. “I’ve never urinated during cunnilingus before . . . “ She seemed embarrassed and confused, her ebony eyes searching Stephen’s face childishly.
“I’ve heard of it,” Stephen explained gently, “but never seen it. And it’s not urine, Nicolette, at least not entirely urine, from what I understand.”
“I came hard,” Nicolette whispered intimately. “Real hard.”
Stephen moved to sit on the step with Nicolette, and they kissed deeply, lovingly. Nicolette darted her tongue in and out, mimicking the actions of eating pussy. Sighing, Stephen moved his mouth away and slowly back repeatedly, gradually increasing the pressure of his lips on her each time their lips made contact. Nicolette moaned the pleasure she found in this, and wrapped her arms around him. She whispered his name and opened her eyes to stare lovelorn at him. Stephen’s heart was pounding fast, and he held her head steady for a deep, tongue-probing kiss. It was blatantly obvious that a female had schooled her in kissing, probably in sex as well, and Stephen was going to have to re-train Nicolette and show her the benefits of heterosexuality. Based on how much she had enjoyed his cunnilingus, Stephen doubted she was a lesbian or even bisexual. Some female had just beaten him to corrupting her.
“I want you,” he whispered against her ear. “I want inside you.”
Nicolette moved away then, her dark eyes filled with passion. “Felicity,” she whispered hotly, standing. “I have to tend to Felicity.”
Felicity wasn’t on your mind when you wanted to get off, Stephen thought acidly, and he followed Nicolette back upstairs and into the library. Felicity was obediently sitting where Nicolette had left her, on the comfortable floral sofa, but tears were running unchecked down her face. She lifted her head when Nicolette came into the room with a bottle of Jack Daniel’s whisky.
“I missed you,” she whined tearfully, seemingly more upset that Nicolette had temporarily abandoned her than the broken limb.
Stephen watched Nicolette produce a small vial of prescription pills from the black physician’s bag. Without uttering a word, the gothic doctor twisted a cap off the bottle and produced a pill that Felicity wordless accepted without question. At Nicolette’s silent urging the other girl washed the pill down with Jack Daniel’s whisky. Stephen’s heart pounded fearfully. If something happened to this white trash Felicity, it would happen in his home! He didn’t know Felicity’s age, although next to Nicolette she looked much older than his initial assessment. Anyone under the age of 25 looked like a baby to him, so Felicity was probably much older than his initial impression.
“You shouldn’t combine prescription medications and alcohol.” Stephen spoke the voice of reason.
“Shut up.” Nicolette turned and gave Stephen a threatening look. More than a little afraid of her, Stephen said no more about it. He sat at the opposite end of the sofa and watched the two females intently. Nicolette encouraged Felicity to take several sips off the whisky bottle. Then, she admonished the injured girl; “You’re wet. Why are you wet?”
“It was raining,” Felicity explained sadly.
“Well, it’s not raining now, and it’s not raining in here!” Nicolette’s acid tongue was like a whip slashing the other girl, and Nicolette slipped Felicity’s shirt over her head. “Help me undress her, Stephen. She’s soaked.”
With a disgusted expression, Stephen leaned down and removed Felicity’s shoes and socks. “This girl smells like wet dog.” He almost gagged at the smell of her.
Slapping her friend non-violently across the face, Nicolette demanded in a tone without anger, “Why do you smell like wet dog?” She slapped Felicity repeatedly. “Huh? Huh?” To Stephen’s surprise, Nicolette had removed Felicity bra. The sight of Felicity’s small tits with disproportionately large nipples caused Stephen’s erection to fail slightly.
“I’m sorry,” Felicity replied, spreading her legs slightly in obvious arousal, and Nicolette moved between them. She slapped her friend repeatedly across the face in a gentle, methodical way.
“Yeah?” Nicolette whispered cruelly. “Are you sorry . . . hmmm? Are you?” Then, Nicolette reached down and grabbed a hold of Felicity’s hair, forcing her head up. “How do you feel? Are you feeling loose?” Felicity nodded, and Nicolette’s face turned up with a sadistic sneer. “You know, Felicity, I may have Stephen fuck you.”
“No!” Felicity voiced the words that screamed through Stephen’s head. He would rather have little people tap dance on his balls than stick his cock inside that stinky piece of trailer trash! Nicolette laughed sadistically, running a manicured hand across Felicity’s face in a bizarre, controlling way that Stephen found unbelievably erotic. Sticking each of her pink polished fingers into her friend’s mouth one by one, Nicolette looked at Felicity in a face void of emotion.
Then, Nicolette turned toward her friend’s injury. Lifting the injured arm, she tested the flexibility of Felicity’s wrists and fingers. Then, she muttered the word “reduction” and Felicity cried out as Nicolette moved the bone back into place. Stephen’s eyes were round with disbelief as Nicolette immobilized the joints above and below the injury before constructing a splint of rolled up magazines. Then, she secured the splint with a cloth that she also used to make a sling. Nicolette’s face was concentrated, and she moved in a self-assured manner that Stephen found immensely attractive. She obviously knew what she was doing and had packed her black doctor’s bag accordingly.
“You don’t like Stephen, hmmm?” Nicolette asked Felicity cruelly, standing over the doctor’s bag. “You don’t want him inside of your well-stretched hot hole?”
“We promised to not allow penises inside us,” Felicity desperately slurred the reminder.
Nicolette produced wooden clothespins from the bag, and Stephen wondered if she was going to use them to secure the sling. But, when Nicolette returned to Felicity, she ran her hands lovingly around Felicity’s breasts and leaned down to kiss the older female. Then, she pinched Felicity’s nipples roughly, causing the drugged girl to gasp, before expertly fastening the clothespins on Felicity’s small breasts. Stephen counted twelve clothespins that Nicolette attached, six on each breast.
“You’re a bad slave,” Nicolette admonished Felicity. “Actually, you’re a good slave, but I enjoy punishing my good slave. And, my poor slave is drugged tonight with a painkiller. You may grow sleepy, but I will keep you from falling asleep until I decide it is time for respite.”
Stephen switched his spectator location to a chair so Nicolette could carefully lay Felicity across the sofa. Then, Nicolette removed her slave’s jeans, and Stephen saw fading whip bruising on Felicity’s legs, feet, and buttocks. If Felicity is the female that introduced Nicolette to homosexuality, she deserves all the beatings Nicolette gives her, Stephen thought distastefully.
Placing her black bag directly below Felicity, Nicolette motioned Stephen to sit on the floor beside her, and he obeyed without question. She leaned over, pressed her mouth to him, and they kissed. Nicolette lost herself in the contact, and she crawled onto Stephen’s lap like a little girl, moaning her pleasure. He felt the moist hotness of her crotch, and she groaned, protesting her own actions, as she moved her mouth away. She looked at him with those dark lovelorn eyes and silently whispered so Felicity wouldn’t hear, “Is this all okay?”
Replying in the same manner, Stephen opened his heart, “I love you, Nicolette. You’ve been my fantasy for so long. There’s nothing you could possibly do that isn’t okay.” The quick rush of tears that formed in Nicolette’s eyes surprised him, and she stared lovelorn at him until Felicity moaned her sexual frustration. Then, producing a small vial of lubricating oil, Nicolette stretched Felicity’s legs wide across the sofa and began liberally lubricating the exposed vagina and anus. Stephen examined the slave’s personal business in disgust. Felicity’s spread was well worn, dark, and hairy. Her labia looked stretched, as well as bruised, and Stephen smirked to himself that penises were probably the only things not going up the girl. Her anal opening looked massacred as well, and Stephen gave Nicolette another long look. His ex-girlfriend’s was definitely psychosexual, but he loved her anyway and was willing to work through whatever was wrong inside her head. Nicolette removed several sexual instruments from the doctor’s kit and lined them up on the floor before her like surgical devices.
“You have quite the collection there,” Stephen commented teasingly.
“You can buy them on line,” Nicolette replied seriously. She selected a red beaded device with an extending circumference and, after fingering Felicity’s anal opening a little while, carefully slid the instrument deep inside the exposed ass. Felicity groaned her pleasure and urged Nicolette for more, and her master promptly complied. To train Felicity’s crotch to handle the largest of devices, Nicolette inserted a small glass dildo with a large head and began swirling it around, eventually stretching the opening even further by adding a couple of fingers to the penetration. Then, Nicolette replaced the glass instrument with a large jelly dong that had to have a girth of at least four inches! Moving her crotch toward the intruding device, Felicity drew the dildo deep inside her stretched vagina.
“Hold this,” Nicolette instructed Stephen and he reluctantly held the fake cock as the stinky slut jerked herself off. Digging deep in her bag, Nicolette retrieved several more clothespins and began inserting them around Felicity’s vagina opening. As soon as Felicity realized Nicolette’s intent, she stopped gyrating against the instrument in Stephen’s hand and gasped each time Nicolette released a clothespin and it tightened around her stuffed cunt.
“And, I want you to stop fucking that dildo,” Nicolette sneered angrily. “Just because we have a guest tonight that doesn’t mean you can come without my permission.”
“I-I understand,” Felicity nodded, her voice coming out in painful breathlessness. “Oh-Oh! That hurts. Even drugged, that hurts so bad, Nicolette!”
“You know that it’ll only hurt for a few minutes,” Nicolette replied in a mechanically, unemotional tone, busily tending to applying the clothespins. “It’ll make me happy. Don’t you want to make me happy?”
“Yes,” Felicity responded, clenching her teeth tight against the exquisite pain. “Yes, I do, Master!” Her face contorted, and she held her breath, releasing the air in deep gasps.
The elitist in Stephen enjoyed seeing the impoverished girl all submissively donned with clothespins, and he kissed Nicolette’s neck, wrapping his arms around her. “I love you,” he breathed, pressing his male hardness into her. Nicolette turned and allowed Stephen to plant repeated, deep kisses on her lips. It wasn’t until Felicity began protesting that Nicolette moved reluctantly away.
“I have work to do,” Nicolette admonished Stephen playfully. “You’re distracting me!”
“I want to make love to you,” Stephen pleaded urgently. “You’re driving me insane! My cock is aching to be inside you, Nicolette!”
“Good,” Nicolette girlishly giggled. “Maybe I’ll make you wait a few weeks. Do you think I put out on the first date? This isn’t even a date. Where are my flowers?”
Stephen laughed. “I’ll buy you a whole fucking floral shop in the morning, Nicolette! I’ll probably still be inside you when the sun comes up, the way I feel about you right now.”
Turning, Nicolette smiled lovingly up at Stephen. “If you want me, then you’ll help me with these clothespins. She’s only taken a few of things before, but, with the painkiller, I think I can get this baker’s dozen on that stretched fuck entrance.” Moving to Felicity’s pinned vagina, Stephen’s mind was blank toward the task at hand. He didn’t think it was an especially bright idea to be testing Felicity’s pain tolerance, given that the painkillers would make her numb to pain and susceptible to serious injuries. Still, he mechanically accepted a clothespin from Nicolette; carefully inserting it on the slave’s raised labia. Felicity groan against the increasing discomfort. Without stopping to acknowledge her pain, he took another clothespin from Nicolette then another. Soon, all thirteen clothespins were tightly secured, and Felicity was moving her head back and forth against the erotic torture, groaning in sweet agony. Tears ran down her face.
“Most of my bondage paraphernalia is at home,” Nicolette said dejectedly. “Otherwise, I’d given our new friend a wonderful show. I’ll have to make due with what little I have here, I guess.” Standing, Nicolette moved to stand dispassionately over her willing captive. Leaning down, she gave several of the clothespins covering Felicity’s tits painful little flicks that caused unexpected gasps of pain to shoot breathlessly from the submissive female. Then, Nicolette returned to Stephen and began passionately kissing him. “We have a few minutes before she’s ready.” So enraptured by Nicolette in his arms, Stephen didn’t wonder about the meaning behind his beloved’s words. As they kissed, she slowly reached for his belt buckle with hands so unsteady that Stephen had to help her. The way she looked at him, so lovingly and innocent, it was almost impossible to believe she would attach clothespin to another female’s breasts and vagina or stick huge instruments in gaping orifices.
“Oh, it’s so beautiful!” Nicolette exclaimed, pressing her hands to her cheeks in wonderment when Stephen produced his manhood. “I’ve never seen one before, except on the Internet and in pornographic movies. It’s so thick and long!” Reaching out with her shaking hands, Nicolette gently touched Stephen’s thick, ten-inch dick. She ran her thumb along the tip, feeling the natural lubricant that his insatiable desire for her had caused. Giggling like a little girl, Nicolette looked at Stephen with joyously dancing eyes. “Oh, Felicity, look at this! He’s magnificent!”
Felicity moved gingerly to inspect Stephen’s penis. “It is nice,” she begrudgingly admitted. Having been repeatedly by her uncle from the ages of six to thirteen, Felicity had no interest in men or their proud penises. Stephen’s cock was perfectly formed, long and straight, without blemishes or bumps. He was circumcised with a nice head, and Felicity could understand how a female who liked cocks would admire this man’s offering. Felicity looked at Stephen but didn’t smile. She loved Nicolette with every ounce of blood that pumped through her body, and it hurt severely that Nicolette was clearly falling in love with this man. And, she was powerless to prevent it, and at that moment, powerless to think about anything another than her crotch. Groaning, she reclined on the sofa to wait for her vagina to grow numb to the pinching pain.
“Do you really love me?” Nicolette asked dreamily, batting her ebony eyes at Stephen. He nodded earnestly, staring sincerely into Nicolette’s beautiful face. And, his beloved gothic dominatrix sighed and pressed her head against his rapidly fluttering chest. “I want you inside of me tonight, but I’ve never been with a man and nothing with your girth. You will need to be careful.”
Stephen vowed to honor Nicolette and reiterated his love for her, hoping she would give his cock some undivided attention. Instead, she moved elegantly away with her head held high. He saw the flash of a miniature cat-o-nine-tails whip before hearing it slap against the flesh on Felicity’s leg. Turning his brown eyes toward the movement, Stephen’s face revealed no sympathy for the hapless female who cried pleadingly for Nicolette to stop. Calmly he removed his clothing to allow himself faster access to Nicolette once his girlfriend grew tired of torturing her friend. Repeatedly, Nicolette punished the other female, using the whip across the legs, belly, and feet. She even stirred up the painful sensations in Felicity’s breasts and labia by whipping those areas as well. With tears streaming down her face, Felicity begged Nicolette, promising anything for her master. But, Felicity didn’t move or try to escape the brutality, something Stephen gleefully thought she had probably learned the hard way!
“My arm is tired,” Nicolette complained to Stephen. She tried to no avail to shake out the pain and continue punishing her slave. “Do you want to take over?” Stephen shook his head in decline. “Well, then, I guess we’ll take a break from that for now.” She gave Stephen a devilish little grin. “Help me flip her over onto her belly. I have a little surprise for my drugged slave.” And Stephen obliged, taking care moving the injured girl. Nicolette wanted Felicity kneeling with her head above the arm of the sofa, support her weight with the good arm. Then, after sitting on the sofa’s arm, Nicolette offhandedly instruction, “Remove the instrument from her ass and stick your thick cock in her.”
“No,” Stephen replied.
“NOW!” Reaching across the whimpering slave, Nicolette slapped Stephen hard across the face with an open hand. He flinched but didn’t cave to her command, and Nicolette looked murderously at the man she was falling desperately in love with.
“Nicolette, I’m not attracted to trash,” he said softly. “I want you.”
“My mother was right about you,” she sneered. “She said she dumped you because you’re a pseudointellectual snob.” When her remark failed to crumble Stephen, she blinked the tears that came to her eyes. “Why are you such an elitist, Stephen? I can’t love a man like that. If you love me, truly want to be with me, you have to accept my slave. This fucking bitch is part of the package, and tonight I want you to fuck her. Do it for me, just this once, so I know you really love me.”
With lips pursed tightly, Stephen looked at his tearful Nicolette. “Only for you and only this once.” He left, returned with his cock tightly secured in a condom to find Felicity gleefully performing cunnilingus on her master. Nicolette’s pink sundress was hiked up around her perfectly taut, alabaster waist. He stopped to watch and compare Nicolette’s reaction to the female’s pussy eating offering, but Felicity’s broken arm prevented clitoris stimulation, and Nicolette looked unenthusiastic about the performance.
“Fuck my bitch, Stephen. Fuck her while she eats my pussy.”
Removing the ball instrument, Stephen firmly grasped his cock and pressed it against Felicity’s hairy asshole opening. Looking at Nicolette, who was eagerly nodding her approval, he pushed forward into the lubricated shoot. He could feel the jelly cock inside Felicity’s vagina. The dildo compressed the slave’s shit shoot, and the warm interior felt rather nice against his painful erection. But, he was so horny that he would have fucked Nicolette’s own father to bust a nut. He shoved himself deep inside the slave. Against his balls, he felt the clothespins.
Leaning forward, Nicolette softly kissed Stephen, bringing him to the edge of orgasm. “Don’t come, my love,” she instructed tenderly. “I want that for myself.” Then, she moved away from the inadequate pussy tonguing to watch Stephen’s amazing cock work Felicity. She pulled the slave’s ass cheeks apart; causing Felicity to moan with pleasure and providing Stephen better maneuverability. “She’s going to come. Take it out and put it in her mouth.”
As he obeyed Nicolette, he protested, his erection quickly fading, “It isn’t healthy to stick a cock or anything that’s been in an anus into a mouth.” This ass-to-mouth fad was new, and Stephen wasn’t ignorant enough to the dangers of digesting fecal matter to accept it. Nicolette’s mother launched his interest in medical science and gave him whatever moral values he carried. “You should know that.”
“Buzz kill,” Felicity whispered accusingly, looking up to give Stephen a hateful glare. Picking up a handful of the slave’s hair, Stephen forced his condom-wrapped cock down her throat and repeatedly face fucked her while she gagged and tried breathing through her nose. While he continued his sexual assault, Nicolette reinserted the anal stretcher and began vigorously stimulating Felicity’s clitoris. The slave’s body jerked uncontrollably as she came stronger than ever before, the cock that stretched her mouth reminded her of her uncle’s torture. Abruptly, Stephen removed his cock, his anger having given away to indifference, and Felicity screamed, “Yes! I love being face fucked by that huge cock with my pussy and ass stretched! Oh, shit, it hurts! I love it! It hurts, yes! Yes! Oh, yes, shit! Oh, oh, I’m coming!”
Stephen’s expression was insouciant and his giant cock had grown limp watching Felicity get her lesbian rocks off. Without speaking, he aided Nicolette in removing all the torture paraphernalia from the spent Felicity. Without the sexual tension coursing through her, she was unable to tolerate the awful pain, even with the benefit of a painkiller. “I’m so sleepy,” she complained, her eyes red and swollen from crying and drugged physical exhaustion. “You hurt me, Nicolette.”
“Shut up!” Nicolette slapped Felicity across the face so forcefully that the slave flew off the sofa and landed sharply on the carpeted library floor. Holding his breath, Stephen had a momentary concern for Felicity’s arm and was relieved to see the girl land safely, but brutally, on her side. That’s going to hurt in the morning, he thought. The clothespins had been removed but the massive instruments still stretched her sexual organs. Nicolette pushed Felicity on her belly and, sitting on the small of her back, forced the older female’s head back by her hair. Sticking several fingers from her free hand into Felicity’s mouth, Nicolette snapped, “I haven’t hurt you yet! You fucked my boyfriend, took his cock right in your ass then gave him a blow job!”
“I’m sorry.” Felicity spoke sobbingly around the fingers in her mouth. “Please, Nicolette, I’m sorry!” Her pleas went unheeded, and Nicolette began an awful fist pounding of her friend. Stephen’s mouth dropped as he watched Nicolette beat Felicity unmercifully. The gothic girl looked wild, hair flying like a person possessed, and he saw spit fly from Nicolette’s foaming mouth. The punches gave way to kicks so hard Felicity’s body was forced from the floor. It wasn’t sexual; it was . . . snuff. Stephen moved to interfere, not wanting Nicolette to murder Felicity in his library, but Nicolette abruptly stopped. Standing, she looked down at Felicity, her chest heaving from the physical exercise. Then, Nicolette spat down on her friend.
After that episode, no one spoke for a few minutes. Felicity’s painful sobs mixed with Nicolette’s heavy breathing. Stephen watched Nicolette, his own heart beating uneasily as his mind wrapped around a few unspeakable truths about his ex-girlfriend’s . When she saw the look in Stephen’s eyes, her anger diminished and she childishly cried, “Why didn’t you stop me? I could have killed her.”
Stephen shrugged indifferently. “Do you think I care how much you beat that girl?“ He smiled slightly. “But, in the future, I will pay more attention so you don’t feel bad about going too far with your little pet.” Walking across the library, he knelt down by Felicity to find she had fallen into an uneasy, twitchy sleep. Picking up the weightless lesbian, Stephen put her back on the sofa.
“Put a warm covering over her, but keep her orifices stuffed,” Nicolette instructed, crossing the room to gaze lovingly at her man. “She enjoys it.” Stephen did as Nicolette wished, placing an 1180-thread count Egyptian cotton cover over the stinky girl.
“You need to bath your slave. She really reeks.” Stephen commented dryly, staring down at Felicity. She was extremely submissive; this abused urchin, and in dire need of more support than Nicolette could provide. As long as she kept her pensive mouth clamped about Nicolette’s beatings, Stephen would be willing to financially support his girlfriend’s slave. “How old is she anyway, and how did you meet her?”
“She’s twenty-seven, and we’ve been together for five years. We met at a party, when I was completely innocent. She taught me a lot, but I quickly eclipsed her and became dominant. I’m a third year medical student at NYU and she lives with me in Manhattan. My parents have no idea about it, of course.” Standing on the tips of her shoes, Nicolette reached up and kissed Stephen lovingly.
Felicity committed a crime against the wrong twelve-year-old, Stephen thought after doing the simple math in his head. Turning away from Felicity, dismissing her from his mind, he scooped Nicolette into his arms and carried her to the master bedroom. There, he released her to lean back against the luxurious Egyptian-count sheets and pillows. There was finally time to slow down and get lost in the wonderment of his ex-girlfriend’s . “Nicolette, come here.” He loved her name, loved saying it. As she crawled across the bed to him, a shimmering light caught her dark gothic beauty, the alabaster skin, silky essence of her hair, and large eyes. Stephen lifted her face with a strong dark hand and closely examined her for imperfections. She was flawless, every facial feature perfectly identical to his ex-girlfriend. Leaning down slightly, still holding her face, he kissed her mouth gently, and his whole being sighed with pleasure. When he moved away to examine her lovely face once more, Nicolette’s cheeks were streaked with red. He moved his hands to cup Nicolette’s soft shoulders. Then, slowly lowering the thick pink straps, he moved his hot mouth across her shoulders. He could feel the heat coming from his breath. The delicious feel of her skin against his lips conjured an insane thought, Now, I know how vampires feel during their first exposure to blood. But, he wasn’t predatorily with Nicolette; that was her role. He had been with hundreds of females, but never had he wanted to give like this. So little time together, so few words exchanged, and he felt unconditional love. Lifting his head, he was greeted by her urgent kiss. Their tongues entwined; she was a quick learner and had quickly grown into a fantastic kisser. Stephen wondered if he had ever been so hard and swollen before. How could he think or breathe, with all his blood pumping to his gigantic erection?
“I am going insane over you,” he confessed huskily, reluctantly moving his mouth from the splendor of her lips and exploring tongue. His eyes followed his hands, as he slowly lowered the zipper on Nicolette’s sundress, revealing her breasts ‒ surprisingly well developed, very pale, with pink nipples. His ex-girlfriend had never allowed him to see her tits, and Stephen almost came at the sight of Nicolette’s knockers. Reaching down, his mouth against hers, he firmly cupped Nicolette’s breasts, ran a thumb expertly around one nipple, and felt the swelling and hardening against the palms of his hands.
“Oh . . . “ She shuttered rapidly, wrapping her slender manicured fingers in Stephen’s dark hair.
“Do you like that?” Stephen teased huskily, already knowing the answer. Nicolette moaned against his lips, pressing her half-naked body closer to the hardness she found irresistible. Claiming her mouth with hungry desire, Stephen continued providing gentle pressure to her very responsive breasts and stroking her nipples. Nicolette gasped and writhed against him. He wanted her; he really wanted her. Moving away, his eyes were blackened with passion and barely opened. But, he wasn’t through exploring her yet; the foreplay fantasy wasn’t ready to enfold into the reality of lovemaking. He didn’t know whether he’d ever find himself with Nicolette, and he wasn’t going to waste this chance with her. He felt, in a way, that he was auditioning for the role of her lover. After slipping off the single garment she wore, the pink sundress, Stephen lowered his head. He ran his lips across her belly, and a fantasy about lapping aged scotch from her belly stole through his mind.
Nicolette’s chest rose and fell as he slowly removed her shoes. There was a slight movement to her midsection, as though she was subconsciously making love. He pressed her slender foot to his cheek, as he had done in the wine cellar, and began massaging her feet. She wasn’t a perfect being ‒ her skin was too pale and she was too thin ‒ but she was flawless in Stephen’s eyes. He spent a long time massaging her feet before moving to taste the divine interior of Nicolette.
“Oh, Stephen . . . “ sighed Nicolette emotionally. Her hands were in his hair again, but she wasn’t guiding him. Instead, he felt his hair being twirled around her fingers, as she continuously whispered her wondrous pleasure. With his tongue and hands, Stephen brought Nicolette repeatedly to orgasm until she was shaking from the pleasure. Her body was vibrantly alive as though possessed, and Stephen knew it was time. He shifted Nicolette to the center of the bed, her vibrant skin fervent under his hands. Then, he situated the pillows to provide her maximum comfort. He kissed her, holding her tenderly, as he positioned himself.
“Is this okay?” He asked softly, and she nodded. She was very moist not only from his cunnilingus but also from her own desire, and he pushed forward with a soft moan of enjoyment. Nicolette gasped almost fearfully, and Stephen felt several quick releases against his penis. Her orgasms against his organ felt unbelievable, and he tenderly brushed sweat from her face. “You feel good,” Stephen whispered as he maneuvered himself slowly, “real good.” Leaning down, he kissed Nicolette without interrupting the pace of their lovemaking. She was tight but not so much that it was painful or difficult to move. And, she was moist but not sloppy. More than that, though, she was so warm inside, and Stephen thought about how lucky her babies would be living inside of her warm body. An odd thought that reminded Stephen that he was not wearing a condom. “Yeah,” he continued, as though agreeing with a thought in his head, “your little body fits me . . . I love your little body underneath me.”
“I love feeling so full,” Nicolette whispered breathlessly. “I’ve never been so full!”
“I love filling you so full.” Stephen’s whole being was shaking with the sensations of being inside of this girl. They were kissing again, their lips tender and their tongues exploring. Stephen lifted Nicolette slightly to reach behind her. “I want to hold you.” He felt a rush of love along with his pending orgasm. “Oh, Nicolette, I love you!”
“I love you too, Stephen,” Nicolette softly returned. Then, she said no more, wrapping her arms around his back and soon he felt her kneading his flesh with ever-increasing intensity. He could feel her cunt tighten and continued to kiss and make love to her, feeling his own build up but not allowing the release. At his age, Stephen had good control of his orgasms and wanted to continue with Nicolette until they climaxed together.
“You’re going to come, Nicolette,” Stephen whispered assuredly, his breath uneven and husky from lovemaking and the closeness of coming. The thought of her coming drew an even harder response from his body. “Yeah, baby, you’re going to come for me.”
“Oh, yes!” She was so tense, and her eyes were shut tightly, a pained expression pinching her angelic face together. It was so erotic for him. Then, Nicolette’s body thrust itself wildly, and Stephen felt her releases squeeze out his own orgasm. He held her tighter, wanting to kiss her, but she shook her head frantically from side to side. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” She repeated the word at least a dozen times, and each time Stephen felt her release. When it was over, Stephen removed his flaccid organ from Nicolette’s pussy, but stayed by her side, stroking and watching her, loving her although the sexual passion was gone. Yes, this was real. Beneath his hands, Stephen felt Nicolette shaking from the physical shock of taking his oversized member in her hot hole, as well as her own powerful orgasms. Then, she laughed uncomfortably, her face red. “I-I’m dripping from my orgasm . . . ”
“Nicolette, that’s my sperm leaving your body. I didn’t use a condom.” Looking down, he saw the most delicious cream pie. Despite all his sexual experience, he had never fucked without a condom and never saw a cream pie before. His gooey sperm dripping from Nicolette’s tight vagina was one of the prettiest sights he’d ever seen.
Nicolette looked at Stephen contemplating. Then, she said, “I may be willing to marry you and give you what you want.”
“What do I want?” Stephen smiled tenderly.
“You want a carbon copy of my mother. You want to be monogamously married to a woman with a flawless reputation who will produce you heirs, a woman you can put on display at stuffy societal events without her previous sexual exploits livening up the otherwise monotonous conversation. I can give you that.” Nicolette shrugged indifferently. “You think I’ve spent half my life in psychiatric institutions, but you’re wrong. My reputation in the community is as untainted as that of a celibate. I graduated from high school at fourteen and spend my summers volunteering for a multitude of charities. As far as anyone knows, my personal life revolves around the church my family attends. The descriptions attached to me are as perfect as they are boring.”
“I can give you what you want, too.”
“I know you can. The room off your wine cellar would make an excellent dwelling for my little slave, not to mention the things I haven’t been able to afford ‒ a bondage-ready sex swing, the electrical unit and toys galore for electrosex, a steel head cage . . .’
As Nicolette continued to relay her wish list of bizarre sexual devices, most of which Stephen had only the faintest knowledge about, a wide smile spread across his handsome face. His cock began to harden, and Nicolette’s slave toys had nothing to do with the arousal. Rather, he had slipped into a sadistic fantasy of informing his ex-girlfriend and her redneck husband he was going to marry their seventeen-year-old . . .
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My name is Chloe. When I was little, I used to ride a little bus to school, but the driver showed his pee bug to me. He did this because I was the only on the bus after all the other got off the bus. I told Mommy and Daddy about it. They called the school and there was a lot of yelling. I had to tell my story to a lot of men in dark suits. The men, Mommy and Daddy told me, were going to get lots of money from the school, because the bus driver wasn’t supposed to show his pee bug to me.
Then, we moved away after that, from the apartment to a big house with a backyard. Things didn’t go very well in the big house, and Mommy moved away. It was just Daddy, big brother Mike, and me. I wanted to go with Mommy, but she left so fast I couldn’t stop her. She never came back, and I wonder if it’s because I did something wrong. Daddy tells me that I didn’t, but she never comes back.
The new school didn’t have a little bus, and I went to the same classes as Mike and the regular . I had a really hard time keeping up. The regular that was supposed to help me keep up with the work didn’t, and the regular were always making fun of me. So, the school told Daddy and Daddy put me in a different school. The in my new school are much nicer, even though some of them are older and there’s a my age that always has spit going down the side of his face. I don’t feel dumb in the new school.
I have an older brother, and he still goes to the regular ’s school, like I said. This is my big brother Mike’s last year, and he is going to another school after this one to learn to fix cars.
One day, Mike was spending the night with a friend, and Daddy had some of the guys from his work at the house, playing cards. Daddy already fixes cars, like Mike wants to do. My Daddy is the smartest man in the world, if you ask me. He can fix any car.
Daddy and his buddies ran out of beer, so Daddy left to get more beer. I wanted to go, but Daddy wanted me to stay. After Daddy left, I sat down next to Daddy's friend Kevin. “Can I play cards?” I asked.
“No,” said some guy I didn't know. “Get out of here, you little retard.”
I didn’t like being called retarded, and I was going to tell on the guy when Daddy returned. I turned to go, but Kevin stopped me with a hand on my arm.
“Don’t be like that!” Laughing, he stood up for me. “How old are you now, sweetie? Your old man told me, but I forgot.” He winked at me.
“Thirteen.” I liked the way Kevin was looking at me. It made me feel warm inside, like the time the bus driver showed me his private area. And, I liked being called cute. I was called cute a lot ‒ yellow hair and brown eyes.
“Thirteen?” Kevin repeatedly, and I nodded. “Well, I think this calls for a celebration. How about a beer?”
“I’m not supposed to drink beer.”
“Oh, come on! One sip never hurt anyone.” Kevin held out the can, and I took it. It tasted gross. I gave it back. All the men were looking at each other, smiling, and nodding, like they were sharing some secret.
“I’ve got a secret, Chloe,” Kevin smiled widely. There was something in his eye that made my private area wet and made my heart beat really fast. “I’ll make a deal with you. If you sit on my lap, I’ll tell you the secret.”
“Uh, okay.” I thought that would be okay, and sat on Kevin’s lap. “What’s the secret?”
“Chloe is my favorite name in the whole world,” Kevin told me.
“That’s not much of a secret!” I said, trying to get off his lap, but Kevin held me to him.
“Why do you have to be like that?” I could tell by his voice that he was hurt, and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, so I stayed on his lap. He began to move me around his lap, and I could feel his pee bug under my butt. It made me even warmer, and Kevin groaned.
“I’ll tell you what, Chloe, I’ve got a card game we can play. Do you like games?”
“Yes.” I love games. Sometimes Daddy played Candy Land and Operation with me. I was really good at Operation.
“Well, it’s a card game. Will you play?”
Kevin said he’d teach me the game as it went along, but I felt like I was in regular school again, because I couldn’t follow the rules. I thought that the guys were changing the rules so I would lose, which I did. Then, Kevin frowned and said, “Too bad, Chloe. The loser has to take off all their clothes.”
Mommy and Daddy told me that I should never take off my clothes except to change them and take a bath and that I shouldn’t touch my private area. I didn’t know what to do, but Kevin was already undressing me. I tried to stop him, but another buddy was taking off my sneakers. Kevin took off my shorts and underwear. I told him to stop, but he did not. When I was nude, I held hands over private areas. I knew Daddy would be mad at me.
“You’re so beautiful. You shouldn’t cover yourself up,” Kevin said, and all the men agreed with him. They kept telling me how beautiful I was, all their eyes on me. They told me that I looked pretty enough to eat. I stopped being shy and dropped my hands. Kevin asked me to sit back in his lap, and I did it. It felt very hot in the house, even though I was nude.
“Are you tired?” Kevin asked. “You look tired.”
“No,” I said, because I wasn’t.
“Well, I bet if you lay down on the floor, you’ll fall right to sleep.”
“I bet I won’t,” I said, sliding off from Kevin’s lap and laying down. Kevin joined me, but layed on top of me. He was really heavy, and I could feel the rug under my back. He was playing with his pants, and I saw his pee bug. It was longer and thicker than the school bus driver’s had been.
“I’ll bet my cock would feel good inside of you.” Kevin said.
“You’re not supposed to show me your pee bug.” I tried shoving Kevin off from me, but he was really heavy. All the guys laughed at me, and I started to cry.
“Don’t cry,” Kevin said. “They’re just laughing because you called it a pee bug. It’s a cock. Look at it, look at my cock.” I looked at Kevin’s cock again. Again, it was much longer and thicker than the school bus driver’s pee bug . . . I mean, cock. Looking at it made my butterfly feel wet, and I stopped crying.
“You like it, I can tell,” Kevin said. I did like it and told him that. His friends laughed at me again, but Kevin did not. He was nice. He smiled and said, “You want it inside of you, I know you do. You just are afraid to say it. Spread your legs, and I’ll put it in you. It’ll feel really good.”
Kevin was nice. I trusted him and did as he said. I felt the first part of his pee bug ‒ cock ‒ press against my butterfly. Then, he pushed forward. It took several tries, but then his cock went into my butterfly.
“That hurts!” I said because it really did hurt. It felt like I was being ripped inside my private area, but Kevin didn’t stop. He began moving his butt up and down.
“It’ll get better,” he said. “Chloe, you feel good.” To the other , he said, “This is a good, tight pussy.” Then, to me he said, “I’ll give you something in a few minutes to make it feel better.” Kevin never gave me anything, so I don’t know why he said that.
I could smell beer on Kevin, and the sweat from his shoulder. It hurt still but not as bad, and I began to relax. I could feel the rug itchy on my back. Then, after a few minutes, Kevin groaned and cried out. Then, he got off from me, but, another guy took his place on top of me. I thought it was going to hurt, but this guy's pee bug wasn’t as large, and, when he put it in me, it felt nice. I felt this heat deep inside my butterfly, an odd feeling, like all the heat in my body was in my private area. Then, it sort of left, but with a final blast of feeling. It felt so good! I cried out, “Oh!” and moved my private area up, so it would be nearer to the guys cock. I didn’t want him to get off me, since his pee bug felt so good inside of me, but he soon left. Another guy took his place, then another. Each time one of Daddy’s friends got off and another buddy got on, my butterfly was noisier. It began making squishy sounds each time a guy thrust his butt down into my butterfly.
Kevin took a second turn on top of me. His cock was the largest of the group, and I was afraid that it would hurt again, but it didn’t. He kept his pee bug inside my butterfly for a long time this time and I liked it the best. I was sweating from all the men on top of me. I was very wet everywhere, not just my butterfly. And the rug hurt my back, but it felt good. I didn’t understand it.
Then, one of the men who had already been on top of me stuck his pee bug in my mouth. It tasted funny, like pee and something else. I tried to turn away, but the man held my face tight. It hurt but not in a bad way. The man’s cock wasn’t very big. He kept shoving it in and out of my mouth. Then, something came out of his pee bug into my mouth. It wasn’t pee, though, because I tasted my pee once. It was something else. When I tried to spit the gross goo, the man told me to swallow it. Then, all the men began chanting “swallow, swallow”, so I did. It wasn’t very good and I gagged.
And, Kevin was still on top of me, moving all the while, making my butterfly go in and out with that wonderful feeling. I didn’t want Kevin to stop but he did. When the next man took a turn, I couldn’t feel his pee bug inside me very well. It scared me a little. I wondered if Kevin had done something bad to my body, made it so I couldn’t feel small pee bugs.
I looked around the room. All the men were lined up waiting to put their cock into my butterfly. A couple of the men were drinking. Some were eating. All their cocks were standing up. One man was stretching his thin pee bug and watching. They were giving each other high-fives.
“Bored, Chloe?” Kevin asked. I told him the truth ‒ that I couldn’t really feel anything. All the men laughed at that. They began calling the man on top of me names, and I joined in. It was fun to make fun of someone else.
But, Kevin told me that he knew a way that would make me feel it. He turned me over and put some of the oozing goo from my butterfly into my poop shoot. Then, the man who had been in my butterfly stuck himself in my poop shoot. It felt really bad, a knife going in me, and I screamed really loud. The man seemed to not care, and I cried as he moved his pee bug in and out. No one helped me, and when I tried to get away, the man smacked my bottom really hard.
After that man got off me, I was crying really hard and wanted to leave, but Kevin told me to stay. He said no one would do that again. I liked having a cock in my butterfly, I told them. The men thought that was funny, so I laughed too.
Daddy’s friends kept taking turns putting their pee bug into my butterfly until Daddy’s car was in the driveway. I wanted them to keep doing it, but something told me Daddy would be mad if they knew what his friends had done to me. And his friends screamed at me to get dressed. I got really scared and put my clothes on as far as I could. I started to cry, and Kevin gave me some Doritos.
“Stop crying. Your dad is going to know what you’ve been doing. He’s going to be really mad at you. He’ll send you far away. Do you understand?”
I nodded and stuck my hand in the bag of Doritos. There was only crumbs left, but the crumbs had a real cheesy taste. Goo was running down my leg. My butterfly felt kind of sick. It felt sore, but it was a good feeling. It also felt very warm and I wished Daddy’s friends would put their cocks inside me. I wanted Kevin to kiss me and put his pee bug inside of me. I wondered if Daddy’s friends would ever do that to me again.
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Barbie Bergen drove her Toyota slowly through the howling blizzard, on her way to a Christian Youth Camp. The rest of her friends were already there, gathered for a weekend ski trip at a nearby resort. The weather had turned bad very suddenly, the temperature dropping precipitously, and Barbie had soon lost her way, having left the main road over an hour before. She peered through the icy windshield, trying to see any signs or markers that would help her find the camp.
Barbie was a senior in high school, just short of her 18th birthday. She was a cheerleader and had been named a Homecoming Princess that year, along with various academic awards. Next year, she hoped to go away to college. Through it all, she had jealously guarded her virginity, wanting to save herself for the man she married. She knew it was an old-fashioned idea, and her girlfriends sometimes teased her about her persistent chastity. The guys who had gone out with her were even more insistent, especially the football players, who seemed to expect the girls they hooked up with to have sex with them, or at least suck them off. Barbie was a beautiful girl, with silky blonde hair and a curvaceous body, and guys were constantly telling her that it was a crying shame to let that lush body go to waste. She had allowed some of them to fondle her large breasts, and twice she had gone so far as to give guys hand jobs in their cars. She had done it more out of curiosity than anything else, wanting to see what it was like when a man came. But she adamantly refused to go further, true to her devout Christian upbringing. It wasn’t that she was immune to the urgings of her body. She was, in fact, just as subject to raging hormones as anyone else her age, and perhaps more so.
She had discovered the pleasure her body could give her a few years before, while rinsing the soap from her pussy with a detachable showerhead. The pulsing action of the water against her sensitive clitoris had driven her to a stupendous climax, leaving her thrashing and gasping in the tub full of bubble bath. Since then, she had made herself come with regularity, a guilty pleasure that she nevertheless considered her fair and just reward for her steadfast refusal to have sex with anyone else.
Suddenly, without warning, the engine of the Toyota coughed and died. She turned the key, cranking the engine, but it refused to start again. The snow fell in huge flakes, slowly obliterating any sign of the road ahead. Fear began to creep into Barbie’s brain as she continued her futile attempts to start the car, the battery becoming weaker with each try. She took her cell phone out of her car and turned it on. No service. She had no idea how far she was from anything, a cabin or a store or gas station. She knew for sure that she hadn’t past anything in quite awhile, and she was afraid to leave the car to walk out into the raging snowstorm. She decided to wait there until another car came by.
Hours passed, the snow continued to fall heavily, and the bitter cold crept into the car where Barbie shivered in her ski jacket. She had not seen any other cars on the narrow dirt road, and she was becoming truly alarmed about her situation. Nobody would miss her until at least the next day, and there was no help on the way.
As she shivered in the cold of the car, her thoughts turned to sex. How ironic, she thought, that she had guarded her precious virginity so zealously for all this time, and now she might die here alone in the forest, without ever experiencing sex with a man. She might never feel the hard thrust of a penis into the depths of her vagina, might never feel the warm flood of his semen inside her. She began to regret her steadfast rigidity, her closed-mindedness.
As night began to descend, Barbie began to panic. She finally resolved to leave the car and walk, hoping to find a cabin with lights on. She began to trudge through the deepening snow, trying to follow the dirt road, but unsure even of that. She saw no signs of life, no cabins, no lights. Soon she was hopelessly lost, her face and feet almost frozen from the cold. She struggled on, as her feet became numb, gradually losing hope of being saved. She felt herself becoming sleepy, and fought it off desperately, knowing that if she slept, she might not wake up. Finally, she stumbled over a snag and fell in the snow, sobbing with fear and praying for her rescue.
Strangely, once again her thoughts turned to sex. She began to talk aloud, her mind swirling in confusion as the cold gradually took possession of her body. It was as if she was speaking to someone else, using words she had never before uttered in public. “My God, I’m almost 18 years old, and now I’m going to die, and I’ve never been FUCKED! I’ve never felt a man’s cock inside me, and I never, ever will! Why did I say no all those times? WHY??”
And then she felt herself drifting off into a tortured but strangely peaceful sleep. She wasn’t sure whether she actually said the last thing that came into her mind, or just thought it. “Please, God, if I’m saved, I’ll never say no to a man again.”
Ten minutes later, several arms lifted her out of the snow, as she mumbled softly, again and again: “Never say no again…”
DAY 1
When Barbie awakened, she found herself warm and dry, lying on a plush carpet in a large mountain cabin with log walls. A crackling fire burned in the stone fireplace. Outside the large windows, the blizzard raged on. As she felt the warmth from the fire on her skin, she realized with a sudden shock that she was naked, except for the small gold cross hanging from her necklace, and that she was confined. Her wrists and ankles were bound with soft leather straps to rings in the floor. Her legs were spread wide, her knees bent, completely exposing her sex. Several pillows were under her head, allowing her to comfortably see the great room and it’s occupants. There were six other people in the room, all of them naked, sitting around and talking casually, wine glasses in their hands. Oh my God, she thought quickly, embarrassed that they could see every inch of her body. Who are these people?? What do they want from me?
Her questions were soon answered by a statuesque, regal-looking blonde woman in her late thirties. She glanced over at Barbie and noticed that she had regained consciousness. “Well, well, look who’s awake!” she said, smiling. “Good morning, sweetie. Did you have a nice nap?”
“Who are you?” Barbie demanded angrily, struggling against her straps. “Where are my clothes? Why am I tied up?”
“Shhhh, all in good time, Barbie. Some thanks might be in order. After all, we DID save your life, you know.”
“How do you know my name?” said Barbie, increasingly alarmed.
“Tsk, tsk. Such ingratitude. From your driver’s license, of course,” said the blonde woman casually. “Barbie Bergen, seventeen years old, five-foot-six, 115 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes. .My name is Jessica, and this is my husband Frank.” She proceeded with the introductions. “And that’s Jerry and his wife Tanya, and Tyrone and his girlfriend Luann.” Frank was a distinguished-looking man in his forties, probably a businessman of some kind. Jerry was tall and Nordic-looking, slim and blue-eyed. His wife Tanya was a petite but busty brunette, no more than five feet tall. Tyrone and Luann were both African-American, obviously the youngest members of the group, both in their early twenties. Tyrone was a tall, powerfully-built man, while Luann was an athletic-looking girl with small, firm breasts, about 5’4” in height, her hair in beaded corn rows.
Barbie sensed something ominous in Jessica’s manner. For the first time, Barbie’s anger began to be supplanted by fear. “What do you want with me?”
“Oh, I’m so glad you asked me that, Barbie,” said Jessica, standing up and walking over to Barbie, completely unashamed of her nakedness. Her body was magnificent for a woman her age. “You see, Frank and I are…well, I’d guess you’d say we’re swingers. We like to get together with like-minded friends and have sex. Lots and lots of sex. We came up here for a week, and you just kind of fell into your hands by accident. How very fortunate for us! And for you, I might add. After all, you might have died out there in the snow.”
Barbie gazed up in shock at Jessica, her awareness growing quickly regarding the likely reason she was being held captive. Her mind raced, seeking an escape. “Look…I appreciate that you saved my life. And I don’t care what you people do here. It’s none of my business. I promise I won’t tell. Just let me go and I won’t cause any trouble.”
Jessica laughed. “Oh, sweetie, you don’t understand. You see, now that you’re here, we have big plans for you. You’re going to be the star attraction at our little party.”
Fear stabbed through Barbie as she realized her peril. “You won’t get away with this! People will be looking for me! This is kidnapping!”
“Oh, I don’t think they’ll find you. We’re miles from where your car stopped, and the blizzard has covered your tracks by now.”
Confronted with Jessica’s determination, Barbie made a last, desperate plea. “Please…don’t do this. I’m a virgin!”
Jessica’s eyes widened in surprise. “A VIRGIN?” she repeated, laughing again. “Oh, Frank, this is simply too good to be true! You’re going to get to deflower a virgin and introduce her to the joys of fucking!”
Barbie trembled in fear and outrage, no longer in doubt about the group’s intentions. “NO! You can’t!! It’s !!”
Jessica chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry, sweetie, we don’t plan on you. That isn’t our style. No, I think it would be much more fun if you willingly offered to have sex with us. I don’t know how a pretty girl like you has stayed a virgin for so long anyway. It’s just not natural!”
Barbie shook her head, not believing what she had just heard. “You can’t be serious!! I won’t do it! You can’t make me!! I’m a Christian!”
“Of course you will,” said Jessica, exuding confidence as she got down on her knees next to Barbie, and placed her lips close to her ear. “Barbie, listen to me carefully,” she crooned softly, as her hand slid between Barbie’s legs. She lightly teased the young girl’s clit with her fingertip as she continued. “You’re going to do anything I want you to do. When I get done with you, you’ll crawl on your knees to each of us in turn, eager to do anything and everything to please us. You’ll suck on the men’s cocks until they flood your mouth with hot, pulsing come. You’ll lick and suck our juicy pussies and lick our clits and stick your tongue inside us until we come all over it. And then you’ll beg us all to fuck you in that sweet, virginal, Christian pussy of yours, in your tight little ass, in your mouth, or all three at once. And then you’ll beg for more. You’re going to be my greatest creation, Barbie, an insatiable fucking machine who won’t know how to stop, and won’t want to stop. Not ever.”
Barbie turned her head and stared at the beautiful, depraved woman in disbelief, bolts of pleasure emanating from her clit despite herself. Her pussy was wet. “No! No matter what terrible things you do to me, you’ll never get me to beg. Never!” Even as she said it, though, uncertainty crept into her brain, and she remembered her frantic, desperate words in the frigid snow.
“I think we will,” said Jessica matter-of-factly, standing up. “These are the rules of our game, Barbie. Until you beg us, you won’t be fucked, and we won’t let you come. For now, though, I think we’ll just let you watch for awhile, so that you can get some idea of the basic principles involved. Somehow I suspect that your education has been seriously neglected up until now.” She turned to her husband. “Tanya, why don’t you demonstrate for our little virginal friend the proper way to suck Frank’s cock? And Jerry, while she’s doing that, maybe you can lick and suck on Luann’s luscious pussy and see if you can make her come that way, while Tyrone and I watch and become better acquainted.”
Barbie stared in disbelief as the people in the room immediately rearranged themselves to comply with Jessica’s wishes. Jerry got up, his long cock dangling between his legs, and walked over to where Luann was sitting next to her boyfriend, and nestled between her casually parted legs, scooting her firm ass down to the edge of the couch cushion. Without hesitation, Jerry moved forward and began slowly lapping at Luann’s shaved cleft, parting her folds with his tongue to reveal and taste the coral flesh inside. She watched him with interest, blissfully aware of the other pairs of eyes watching Jerry make love to her pussy, sighing happily as his tongue slid up and caressed her clit. After a few moments, she reached up and captured her small, brown nipples between her fingers, pinching them roughly as Jerry feasted hungrily on her sex.
Meanwhile, Frank had stood up and walked over to the other couch where Tanya was sitting, and sat down next to her, his cock already rising as blood surged into it. Tanya watched for a moment as her husband enthusiastically lapped at the black girl’s pussy, and without further prompting, got up on her knees and reached out to encircle Frank’s engorged shaft with her fingers. She was unable to reach all the way around it with her small hand, but nevertheless immediately lowered her head and took the helmeted head between her full lips. Frank groaned with pleasure as she bathed his cockhead with her saliva, caressing it with her tongue. Soon Tanya was bobbing her head, sucking him in a slow, patient rhythm, making soft slurping noises. Her bobbed, almost boyish dark hair did nothing to hide the view of her sucking to the others, including Barbie. Frank idly fondled her big breasts as her lips slid wetly up and down the shaft of his glistening, wet penis.
Tyrone, having watched Jerry licking his girlfriend’s juicy pussy for a few minutes, got up and walked over to Jessica and sat down next to her. Both of them watched the other two couples, as Jessica moved her hand over and began slowly stroking the thick, semi-hard shaft of his truly awe-inspiring cock, moving the supple skin up and down with her fingers. She had noticed Tyrone at one of her husband’s work-related functions, and had prevailed on Frank to invite him up to the cabin for the week, having first determined that he had a girlfriend and that both of them were of the adventurous sort, sexually speaking. Now his cock came alive in the knowing grip of his boss’s beautiful blonde wife, and she sneaked admiring peeks at it as they watched the others. “Mmmm, you sure didn’t get cheated,” she murmured, enjoying the way his cock filled her hand.
Barbie, bound helplessly on the floor, watched the proceedings with a combination of fear and guilty fascination. She had never in her life watched people have sex, and never dreamed that six people could so casually do so in her presence. Despite herself, she found herself becoming aroused, and she prayed fervently that Jessica could not see that her nakedly exposed pussy was wet. She watched Tanya, imagining her own lips around Frank’s thick cock, wondering if she could ever succeed in taking him into her mouth. Then she turned and watched Jerry’s tongue as it flicked lightly against Luann’s protruding clit, wondering what his tongue would feel like caressing her own engorged bud. I have to stop thinking of it, she said to herself, closing her eyes and praying silently. Soon, though, the innocent opened them again, unable to overcome her burgeoning curiosity about sex.
After several minutes, Luann’s moans reached a crescendo, and she reached out and forced Jerry’s face hard against her wet pussy, crying and sobbing as she reached an intense, shuddering climax. Her body tensed, her breath caught in her chest, as she shook violently from the fury of her orgasm, Jerry lapping at her clit as she came. As if taking his cue from Luann, Frank groaned suddenly, and Tanya quickly raised her head until the head of his throbbing cock slipped out. Tanya stroked the shaft faster, watching intently, until a viscous rope of Frank’s semen erupted upward, covering Tanya’s parted lips and then dropping back down onto his cock head. Then a second, more voluminous spurt bathed her intent face, and a third, and a fourth, his come bursting against her lips, and then oozing down and covering his cock and her fingers as she stroked him in rhythm with his voluminous pulses. Finally, she plunged her head down and took him back into her mouth, sucking him hungrily as he finished coming in her welcoming mouth. She pursed her lips around him and sucked it gently until he finished, humming happily as her lips and tongue caressed his sensitive penile flesh.
Barbie stared, astonished, her eyes darting from Tanya to Luann and back again. Her vagina spasmed wetly at the sight of Luann’s body frantically convulsing, driven to orgasm by Jerry’s lips and tongue. And then, she felt it bathed with a sudden delicious warmth as Frank pumped out his come all over Tanya’s pretty face. To Barbie, it was like his come erupted in ultra-slow motion, splattering frame by frame against her lips. Unconsciously, her tongue slipped forward and she traced her lips wetly with it, imagining Frank’s gushing sperm on them, wondering what it tasted like. Her actions were not lost on Jessica, who glanced over and witnessed her teenage captive’s tongue slowly moistening her lips. Jessica couldn’t resist a secret little smile of triumph.
“Okay, gang,” said Jessica, as Luann and Frank regained their breath. “Let’s take a little break for refreshments. But before we do that, I think each of us should give Barbie’s cute little virgin pussy a nice little kiss hello. You can lick her if you want, but just a little. We don’t want make her come. At least, not yet.”
With that, Jessica let go of Tyrone’s big cock, got up and knelt between Barbie’s parted legs. Barbie was helpless to get away from her, and she braced herself for the degrading humiliation Jessica seemed determined to subject her to. Closing her eyes, she told herself not to enjoy it, to be repulsed by it. She had never even considered the possibility of having sex with a woman…and now, just like that, this woman was about to lick and kiss her between her legs as if such things happened every day.
Jessica bent forward and extended her tongue, barely touching the outer, fluted edges of Barbie’s labia with the tip, and letting it glide upward. Pleasure suddenly surged powerfully through Barbie’s body, and she stifled an unwanted moan in her throat as Jessica’s tongue caressed her, slowly parting the petals of her innocent pussy. Now Jessica could taste her wetness, her arousal. She stopped for a moment and looked up into Barbie’s face. Barbie opened her eyes, suddenly wondering why Jessica had withdrawn her tongue. She had never felt such an awesome surge of pleasure in her life, even when she had masturbated.
“Mmmm, our little Barbie-doll can deny it all she likes, but she’s as hot as a pistol!” said Jessica, smiling. “Sweetie, you taste positively scrumptious!” Then she bent down again and licked the length of Barbie’s glistening pussy, her tongue glancing against her clit. Barbie’s breath caught, and she fought back another moan as Julia softly kissed the tiny protuberance. Instantly, another powerful burst of pleasure slammed through her.
One by one, the other five took their turn, licking and kissing her nakedly exposed sex. Barbie whimpered softly, struggling against her straps, feeling her body’s arousal surging upward with each tongue-caress, each pair of lips touching her, sucking her. She yearned fervently for them to finish what they had started and make her come, but she dared not provide even the subtlest hint of her desire, determined as she was to deny Jessica the triumph of her surrender.
Tanya was the last to caress her pussy with her tongue, wiggling it against her clit in a way that almost drove Barbie insane with pleasure. Then Tanya moved up and whispered in Jessica’s ear, her fingers rubbing Barbie’s pussy as she spoke. “Barbie, sweetie, give in. There’s no point in fighting her. Give in, and you’ll experience pleasure like you never dreamed possible.” Barbie shook her head, stubbornly refusing to cooperate, despite the undeniable powerful sensations stirring between her legs.
Eventually, they finished with her, and went to another room to nosh and drink. Barbie could hear them laughing and talking. She wondered idly what sort of new humiliation Jessica would now think up to visit upon her.
After an hour or so, during which it sounded like all three couples took showers upstairs, her captors came back into the great room, still naked, and resumed their places on the couches, this time sitting at random. Jessica, as she always did, immediately took charge of things. “Jerry, I think maybe Tanya’s given our friend Barbie enough of a lesson on the rudiments of cocksucking that she might be ready to practice on yours. Of course, for all I know, she’s probably sucked off every boy in her high school, knowing how things are with these days.”
Barbie stared at Jessica, her eyes wide, her face flushed, as Jerry got to his feet and walked toward her. Oh my God, she thought, she’s wants me to suck his cock!! In actual fact, Barbie had never done this before, although lots of guys had begged her to and most of her girlfriends had told her they do it routinely. “NO!” she cried. “I won’t do it! You can’t make me!”
“Sweetie, I thought I explained, your resistance is futile. You might as well just relax and enjoy yourself. It’ll be ever so much easier and more pleasant for you.”
Barbie glared at her. “You’ll never break me. No matter what filthy things you make me do!”
Jessica maintained her characteristic look of absolute confidence. “Oh, I think we will,” she said. “And Barbie…you just might find that you like sucking Jerry’s cock.”
Jerry, meanwhile, had straddled Barbie’s chest, sitting on her firm, budding breasts, his long, slim cock throbbing with excitement at the thought of having the young virgin sucking on his dick.
Barbie turned her head, keeping her lips firmly closed as Jerry tried to guide the head of his cock to them. Noticing her resistance, Jessica walked over quickly and kneeled next to her, reaching out and slapping her face with her open hand. Barbie looked at her in shock, her face stinging. Jessica looked at her sternly. “We’re not kidding around here, Barbie-doll. Please don’t make me do that again. Now be a good girl and suck his cock.”
Chastened by the slap, and a victim of her own sexual curiosity, Barbie relented and let her full lips part. Jerry immediately slid the head of his cock between them, and her lips pursed around the shaft as her tongue experimentally touched the underside.
“Yeahhh, that’s it, baby…” said Jerry. “Suck on it. Use your tongue.”
Barbie found herself torn by contradictory impulses. On the one hand, she didn’t want to cooperate at all with Jessica and her friends. On the other, she was curious about what it was like to have a cock in her mouth, having watched Tanya so obviously enjoy herself with Frank’s even bigger cock. And after all, she WAS being forced to do this. She wrestled with herself for several seconds, and then resigned herself to sucking on the throbbing penis in her mouth. Maybe if she did what he wanted, he’d reach orgasm and then it would be over sooner. Tentatively, her tongue began to swirl around the sensitive head and the underside as he withdrew. Her lips ovaled tightly around the shaft, and she felt her mouth fill with saliva. And then he thrust his cock back against her throat, as she struggled to accept his length.
“Damn, she’s getting the hang of it,” murmured Jerry. He raised himself into position over her, resting on his hands and feet, and began to slowly saw his cock in and out of her mouth.
“Ooooh, yeah, baby, that’s it, fuck her mouth,” said Tanya, watching eagerly. “God, she looks so hot!”
Barbie, secretly thrilled by Jerry and Tanya’s praise, and proud of how quickly she’d learned the basics of cocksucking, began to slurp enthusiastically on the rigid cock in her mouth, relaxing her throat to accept it deeper. She tried to keep her teeth from touching the stiff shaft as he thrust in and out of her relentlessly. Soon, sensing the growing urgency in Jerry’s thrusts, the thought penetrated Barbie’s brain that he was on the verge of spewing his hot, pulsing semen into her mouth, just as Frank had done with Tanya. Oh my god, she thought, he’s going to come, right into my mouth!
At the moment the realization of Jerry’s impending orgasm penetrated her brain, Jerry groaned out loud, and his cock began to spurt thick jets of come into her now-eager mouth. “Ohhhh, FUUUUUCCCKKK!!! SUCK IT!!”
Barbie, initially repulsed by the thought of having her mouth filled with his semen, nevertheless tightened her lips around the spasming shaft and sucked him hard, until his copious sperm forced her to gulp it down to keep from drowning in it. Surprised to find the taste inoffensive, she slid her tongue along the underside as he pumped more and more of it down her throat.
At last, his balls were empty, and he slowly withdrew, his cock slipping out from between her pursed lips, trailing a thick strand of come. Barbie licked her lips with her tongue, getting used to the taste, as Jerry sat back, gasping for air.
Barbie lay back, secretly proud of herself and excited by what she had done, struggling to keep an expression of disgust on her face. She could not let them know how close she was to surrendering. Jessica, however, was undaunted. “Barbie, you looked just like an angel when you drank his come. I really think you’re getting the hang of our little game. It’s going to be so exciting when you finally beg us to fuck you.”
“It was awful!” said Barbie, fighting the good fight despite the powerful yearning between her legs. “You can make me do these disgusting things, but you can’t make me like them. You can’t get inside my head. You can’t make me beg.”
“We’ll see, sweetie, we’ll see. We have all the time in the world.” Jessica turned to the others in the great room. “Okay, , it’s recess time!”
Quickly, the three couples paired off. Frank, thoroughly turned on by watching Barbie’s fellatio exhibition, pushed Luann back on the couch and guided his cock between the smooth, slippery lips of her pussy, sliding it slowly inside as she moaned excitedly and wrapped her firm legs around his ass. Jessica straddled Tyrone, facing his legs, and slid down on his massive cock, sighing happily as he penetrated her. Tanya quickly descended to the floor, crawled over and began to lick and suck on the black man’s big, sperm-bloated balls as Jessica moved slowly up and down on the thick shaft. Jerry moved up behind his wife and guided his resurgent cock into her glistening wet pussy, and began to thrust slowly in and out of her as she released Tyrone’s balls and lapped at Jessica’s exposed clit.
Barbie watched the orgy from the floor, feeling her arousal surge higher as her six captors fucked each other with growing abandon. She watched as Frank’s cock slid easily in and out of Luann’s welcoming pussy, glistening with her flowing wetness. She saw Jerry fucking his cock in and out of his wife, her firm ass jiggling with each hard thrust, as she alternately licked and sucked at Tyrone’s sperm-filled balls and then teased Jessica’s clit with her tongue. Barbie struggled again to free herself, wishing fervently that her hands were free so that she could touch herself, rub herself, without drawing the attention of Jessica, who was lost in her own world, totally focused on the big black cock buried in her pussy. Barbie had masturbated many times to sooth the insistent fires in her body, but she had never in her life been so desperate to make herself come as she was at this moment.
A little later, as Barbie writhed against her leather straps, Jessica cried out as her orgasm overwhelmed her. “Oh, god, yes, FUCK me, I’m COMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!” Tanya fastened her lips on the blonde woman’s clit and sucked it, lashing it with her tongue as she, too, erupted in an orgasmic fury. A few seconds later, Jerry grimaced, pulling his cock out of his wife’s pussy and sliding it between the lush cheeks of her ass. In a moment, he was spewing spurt after spurt of his come upward, cascading down onto her back and covering it with white pools of semen.
Luann, too, screamed as her body convulsed, arching upward with surprising strength and lifting Frank along with it. “OHH!!! OHHH!!! UHHH!!!! YESSS!!!! NOWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!”
Frank rammed his cock into her spasming pussy to his balls, flung his head back and growled like a wild animal, unleashing a hot, thick torrent of sperm into the black girl’s depths, the muscles of her tight cunt grasping his cock and milking the spurting come from his balls as her hips gyrated against his cock.
Finally, Tyrone couldn’t hold back, groaning as his balls contracted in Tanya’s eagerly sucking mouth, and sending hard pulses of his syrupy come into Jessica’s deliciously stretched pussy. “Ohhh, FUCK YEAHH, TAKE IT, BITCH!!!” he moaned as he pumped her full.
Barbie watched them come, her hips unconsciously rising and falling, her pussy flooded with wetness, imagining that she was the recipient of the three flourishing cocks, that they were all fucking her in turn, ramming their cocks past the tattered remnant of her virginity, and spewing their pent-up sperm into her. Her nipples were stiff and protruding, completing the utter betrayal of her body. Yet, even now, she was determined not to give in.
After a few minutes, the six swingers fell back, exhausted from their hard fucking, trying to regain their breath. When she had begun to recover, Jessica looked over at Barbie and smiled. “Did you enjoy that, sweetie? Did it make you wet?”
Barbie ignored the taunting question. “I need to go to the bathroom,” she said, in a tiny voice, thinking that if she could be alone, even just for a few minutes, she could rub her pussy and quench the mounting fire that was consuming her body.
“Certainly, sweetie,” said Jessica, getting up and walking over to her. She unfastened the straps and helped Barbie unsteadily to her feet. “Of course, I’ll have to accompany you.”
Barbie heart sank, but she tried to hide her disappointment with outrage. “What, I can’t have any privacy, even in the bathroom?”
Jessica smiled sympathetically. “Silly girl. Barbie, love, if I left you alone in the bathroom, or in the shower, it might occur to you to make yourself come, and then where would we be? No, I think someone will have to stay with you at all times when you’re not confined.”
Barbie looked at her in disbelief, incredulous that this evil woman was not only going to torture her, stimulating her body until it cried out for release, but was going to deny her that release until she begged for it! Crestfallen and defeated, she followed Jessica to the bathroom.
Once inside the bathroom, with the door closed, Jessica quickly bent down and, without warning, kissed her on the lips. Barbie tried to resist for a moment, but found herself melting against the older woman, her soft lips parting. As their tongues touched, caressing each other, Julia’s hand slid down between Barbie’s legs and gently stroked her pussy, her fingers easing between the girl’s drenched folds. She broke their kiss then, whispering as she massaged Barbie’s quivering clit. “Mmmmmmm, sweetie, you’re so WET! I’ll bet you’d love it if I got you off, right here, on my fingers. Would you like that, Barbie?”
Barbie felt her knees weaken, her orgasm so close, lurking just barely out of her reach. “Yeeesssss!!” she breathed urgently. “Please, Jessica…just a little more! I’m so close, I can’t stand it any more! Make me come!”
“No, I don’t think so, love,” said Jessica, easing her fingers from the young girl’s pussy. “You know, it doesn’t count if you beg me here. You have to beg ALL of us, where we can all see and hear you. Then we’ll make you come.”
Barbie moaned as she realized that Jessica was still bent on toying with her. “Please! Don’t torture me any more!”
“It’s up to you, Barbie,” said Jessica, smiling. “You have the power to stop this any time you want to. You know you do.”
Barbie shook her head, gathering what was left of her resolve. “Never…” she murmured.
“Suit yourself, sweetie,” said Jessica cheerfully. “Now, go to the bathroom and then we’ll rejoin the others.”
Barbie’s ordeal continued through the evening. The three couples fucked in every imaginable combination, seeming to be insatiable, inexhaustible. Toward the end of the evening, Jessica had offered Tyrone the opportunity to have his cock sucked by Barbie. He had gratefully complied, straddling her and feeding her his gleaming black cock. Barbie had been scared of it at first because of it’s size, but she soon found that she could accommodate the head and a few inches of the shaft, as Tyrone slowly stroked his cock, jerking himself off into her mouth, her lips stretched taut around the thick tube of flesh. After several minutes, during which she sucked him with growing eagerness, he pumped out a huge load of come into her mouth, which she gulped down as fast as she could, some of it escaping and oozing down her cheek. As he finally withdrew his flagging cock, Barbie’s lips had clung to it, not wanting to let him escape from her mouth. She lad even extended her tongue and licked around the head as he held it there for her, forcing out a last ooze of sperm onto her tongue with his fingers. Then he had gathered the stray rivulet of come from her cheek, and held it in front of her lips so that she could lick it off.
Toward midnight, for the day’s finale, Jessica suggested that Luann sit on Barbie’s face and allow the captive to lick her to orgasm. Luann’s pussy was by this time filled to overflowing with the sperm of all three men. Barbie was past caring, though, and willingly lapped at Luann’s sopping labia as the accumulated come flowed down into her mouth. Soon, Barbie’s avid tongue drove Luann to the edge of orgasm, driving up into her oozing vagina, fucking slowly in and out, and then caressing and lashing at the black girl’s sensitive clit. Luann rocked her hips, rubbing her drenched cleft on Barbie’s face, her hands squeezing her breasts hard, until she gasped out her throbbing orgasm, trembling on Barbie’s face as she came.
At last, the orgy was over for the night. Jessica turned on the huge plasma TV at the end of the room and put some DVD’s in the player, telling Barbie that she might like some entertainment during the night. As the opening sequence started, the three couples gathered themselves up and left for their bedrooms.
Barbie lay back, exhausted. The first DVD began to play, and Barbie’s heart sank when she realized that it was a pornographic movie. There was to be no relief from her ordeal. She watched as the actors and actresses began to fuck and suck each other with reckless, obscene abandon. Sperm flew everywhere, erupting from gargantuan cocks, covering the girls’ eager faces, flooding their pussies and assholes, girls no older than her. She had never seen such awful things, couldn’t imagine people doing things like that for money. Desperately she tried to block it out of her mind and sleep. But the sounds of the movies penetrated her brain even when she closed her eyes, and she kept opening them to satisfy her curiosity about the films. Her mind was drenched with sex ‒ she could think of nothing else. When she finally slept, it was a fitful slumber, her dreams filled with fucking, and sucking, and coming.
DAY TWO
At about 9:00 the next morning, Julia roused Barbie from her sleep, unfastened her straps and took her to the bathroom, and then to the shower, joining her inside the large tiled enclosure. Once again, Julia kissed her, and this time Barbie returned the kiss eagerly, thrusting her tongue into Julia’s mouth as their breasts pressed together wetly. When they finally broke their kiss, Julia began to bathe Barbie, soaping her body thoroughly, paying special attention to her pussy and ass. As she ran the slippery bar of soap along the cleft between Barbie’s labia, sliding over her ultra-sensitive clit, Barbie once again pleaded with Jessica to make her come, offering to lick her pussy too if she would only end her torment. And once again, Jessica brought her to the brink of orgasm, putting the soap down and sliding her fingertips a little way into both her pussy and her asshole, fucking them slowly in and out. She seemed to know exactly how for she could go without tipping Barbie’s tortured, lust-ravaged body over the brink, and then stopping. Barbie moaned in an agony of frustration as Jessica eased her fingers out of her, led her out of the shower and helped her dry off.
After being given her breakfast, watched like a hawk by Jessica, Barbie was led back to the great room, fastened to the floor, and her sexual ordeal began anew. The three couples, fresh and rejuvenated, once again commenced their leisurely, unhurried orgy. Jessica got between Barbie’s legs and began lightly licking her pussy, careful not to exert too much pressure, just teasing her, as Jerry covered Jessica’s ass and his cock with AstroGlide. Oh my God, Barbie thought to herself, he’s going to fuck her in her ass!! Looking straight into Barbie’s eyes, grinning evilly at her as if reading the girl’s thoughts, Jerry slowly forced his cock into Jessica’s tight ass. He thrust in and out slowly as Jessica moaned and lapped gently at Barbie’s clit, once again causing Barbie to ascend so tantalizingly close to her climax that she could almost taste it. “My God, she’s LOVING it!” thought Barbie, vividly remembering the sensations Jessica’s finger had aroused in her own virginal asshole.
Frank, meanwhile, sawed his big cock in and out of Tanya’s pussy on one of the couches, her legs resting on his shoulders. Luann sat behind him, reaching between his legs to fondle and caress his balls as he slowly fucked in and out of Tanya. Tyrone stood over Luann on the couch and fed his monstrous cock into her willing mouth, her full lips surrounding him deliciously as her tongue caressed the sensitive underside. Tyrone began to fuck her face, her corn rows swaying wildly with each thrust of his cock into her throat.
As Barbie hovered on the brink of her climax, Jerry cried out and began pumping his first come of the morning into Jessica’s tightly clenched ass. She wriggled back against him, wanting to maximize his pleasure as he emptied his sperm in her.
Frank quickly took his cue from Jerry, his cock erupting deep inside Tanya’s tight little pussy as Luann rhythmically squeezed his balls, coaxing the pent-up come from them with her fingers.
Tyrone suddenly groaned and began to pump out his come, furiously stroking the thick shaft of his cock with his encircling fingers, jerking off into his girlfriend’s mouth as Luann sucked him hard. His come oozed down her chin, dangling there and finally snapping off and draping itself over her dark brown nipple as she struggled to keep as much of it in her mouth as she could.
By now, Barbie’s nerves were worn to the breaking point, her desperate need to come overwhelming all other thoughts and emotions. Several times she caught herself about to give in, to plead with them to fuck her, to pluck her virginity from her and cast it aside forever. But still she held back, out of sheer stubbornness. She simply could not, would not give Jessica the satisfaction of breaking her.
The fuck-fest continued all that day as the blizzard continued to howl outside. They interrupted their sex marathon only for meals, showers and other breaks. Sometimes the three couples spent an hour or so just sitting around, fondling each other casually, keeping themselves in a state of low-level arousal while sipping their wine, telling sex stories, or watching porn films on the big-screen television. Other times they played sex games, like truth or dare. They even had a kind of a card game, in which they took turns drawing cards from a deck that depicted various sexual positions, and then acted them out. Through it all, Barbie watched, her body aching to be fucked. There were times when she thought she could almost will herself to come, using only her mind. But still she held out, praying for release.
At one point in the afternoon, they unfastened Barbie and turned her over on her hands and knees, again fastening the leather straps on her wrists and ankles. Now, however, they had the ability to lick her sensitive, virginal asshole. Barbie, initially shocked and repulsed by the mere thought of it, soon found herself mewling with pleasure as Tyrone stiffened his tongue and slowly forced it past the resisting muscle, finally skewering in and out of her ass as she writhed against it. Meanwhile, Jessica slid beneath the girl’s face and invited her to lick her pussy, which she dutifully did. One by one, the others licked her drenched asshole and stuck their tongues inside her, until she found herself wishing fervently that one of her captors would shove his cock into her ass and be done with it.
Late that evening, with Barbie once again lying on her back, Jessica and Luann enjoyed a pleasant 69 interlude together, languorously licking each other’s pussies, their fingers stuck in each other’s assholes. Meanwhile, Tanya sucked on Tyrone’s ebony cock while Jerry slowly fucked his in and out of her tiny asshole. Frank, seeing an opportunity to be alone with Barbie, walked over and sat upright so that his big, stiff cock was poised at the entrance to Barbie’s drenched pussy. Smiling at her, resting on one hand, he slowly guided the bulbous head of his cock up and down the wet folds of her sopping cleft, rubbing it against her clit each time, his gaze drifting up to her beautiful pink-tipped breasts.
Barbie nearly fainted with her aching need. God, if only he would shove his cock inside her, past her maidenhead, and put an end to this at last! She knew he must be dying to do exactly that. And yet, somehow she knew that this man would not defy his wife, this woman who had helped procure for him all the eager young pussy he could ever want.
Finally, the pressure of his cock head inside the entrance to her vagina, the powerful jolts of pleasure emanating from her clit each time his cock touched it, were too much for her to bear. She gazed into Frank’s eyes, feeling her resolve crumble to dust. She whispered urgently to him, hoping the others could not hear her. “Frank….please…do it! Please, I can’t take any more. I have to COME!”
Frank grinned at her in triumph, his cock sliding a little further inside her, bumping against the barrier to the depths of her vagina. “Hey Jessica!” he called over his shoulder. “I think our little girl has finally reached the breaking point!”
Jessica and Luann, by this time, had brought each other to a shuddering mutual climax, and Jerry and Tyrone had both pumped their sperm into Tanya’s welcoming body, driving her, too, into a an orgasmic paroxysm.
Jessica disentangled herself from Luann and crawled over to Barbie and Frank. “Is this true, sweetie? Are you ready to be fucked?”
“No!” said Barbie, furious at Frank’s betrayal. “I won’t beg you!”
Jessica looked at Frank, then back to Barbie. “That’s fine, Barbie. Like I said, we have time. Frank, you really should get your cock out of her. Her little pussy is so sweet, you might be too tempted to fuck her.” Frank immediately complied, easing out of her entrance.
Barbie moaned in agony as Jessica arranged the television for her to endure another night of porn films. Once again, the three couples took turns kissing her pussy goodnight, and once again, they licked her until she thought her body would explode. This time, though, it was Luann who bent down to whisper in Barbie’s ear, sliding her wet tongue inside playfully.
“Barbie, darling, just do as she says. It’s just your virginity. It’s nothing. Surrender, and a whole new world will open up, all for you.”
Barbie burst into tears as Luann stood and followed the rest of them out of the room. She fell back on the pillows and watched a young college coed on the giant TV screen being gang-fucked at a fraternity party, wishing the entire time that it was her.
DAY THREE
Day Three of Barbie’s captivity began like Day Two, with Jessica taking her to the bathroom, to the shower, and then feeding her breakfast. Once again, in the shower, Barbie begged Jessica to end her torture, to make her come. Jessica had held her tightly, her knee sliding between Barbie’s parted legs, rubbing against her pussy, and had bend to whisper in her ear. “Sweetie, you don’t know how much I’ve been dying to do exactly that. But our game has its rules, and you know what they are. It’s all up to you.”
Confined again in the great room, the orgy began anew. This time, a show had been arranged, with Luann as today’s center of attention. Tyrone lay on his back, with his cock sticking straight up, while Luann straddled him and guided it into her pussy. She rose and fell on him for a few minutes, fucking herself on his monstrous cock as if it were a giant dildo. And then Jerry moved up behind Luann and slowly forced his slim cock into the black girl’s tightly puckered asshole. She moaned aloud as the two men began to slowly fuck her, both of them skewering into her holes at once, their cocks separated by the thinnest of membranes. Finally, Frank stood before Luann and she eagerly engulfed his cock with her mouth. Frank held her head, fucking his cock in and out of her throat, as Barbie watched in astonishment. How could she DO it? How could she take three cocks into her body, and seem to love it so???
Suddenly, Barbie became aware that Jessica and Tanya were on either side of her, bending down to suck on her turgid nipples. Tanya reached between her legs and gently stroked her pussy with her fingers as they suckled her. After a few minutes, as the triple-fucking of Luann went on and on, Jessica released Barbie’s nipple and placed her lips at the girl’s ear. “Sweetie…that could be you, you know. You could be full of cock that way, fucking you until your body explodes. Until they flood you with come, everywhere. That’s what you’re missing, love.”
Barbie moaned, so close to the breaking point that she could almost feel the three cocks buried to the hilt inside her welcoming body, giving her orgasm after orgasm as they pumped sperm into her. She bit her lip, sobbing quietly as she watched.
Jessica stood up. “It’s up to you, Barbie. We have three more days. And then two other couples will be joining Frank and I.”
Barbie gasped in anguish. Three more DAYS!!! She would DIE if she didn’t come soon! All of her thoughts slammed through her brain at once, crashing against one another. Of her years of fighting off boys, denying her own body what it craved, as well as theirs. Her fervent plea as the blizzard overcame her. And above all, the almost constant over-stimulation of her body since she’d been taken captive.
Suddenly, the men in the room cried out as all three of them began to pump their hot sperm into the willing receptacle that was Luann’s lithe body. Barbie gazed at them, tears streaming down her face, imagining their hot come erupting inside her own mouth, her pussy, her ass, imagined her prodigious, wrenching orgasm.
Finally, it was over. The four people in the room fell to the carpet, panting, as come oozed from Luann’s thoroughly-fucked body. Silence enveloped the room for a few moments.
And then, a quiet, soft, strained voice was heard, almost a whisper.
“Fuck me.”
Jessica looked over at Barbie, suddenly alert. “What did you say, sweetie?”
“Please!” Barbie pleaded, her voice rising as the words tumbled out of her in a rush. “I can’t stand it any more. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll suck all of your cocks. I’ll lick all of your pussies. Just fuck me! Make me COME!!” And then she was screaming and crying piteously, releasing three days worth of pent-up frustration, all of it welling up inside her and bursting out all at once. “FUCK ME!!! PLEASE, SOMEBODY FUCK ME!!!”
Jessica smiled triumphantly at Frank. “You see!? She’s ours!”
“A damned good thing, too!” said Frank, admiring his wife’s handiwork. “Because I couldn’t have held out much longer.”
“Me either,” said Jessica, getting up to unfasten Barbie’s straps for the last time. “Barbie, before we have Frank pop your sweet little cherry, I think you should fulfill your promise to everyone. How about we all get on the couches, and you can show us all that you’ve learned.”
Barbie moaned in frustration, but she knew her long ordeal was about to end, and it gave her strength. She crawled on her hands and knees to Jessica, who had seated herself on one of the couches with her legs apart. Barbie slid her hands up under Jessica’s thighs and pressed her lugs upward, bending the older woman almost double. Leaning forward, Barbie obediently began to lick Jessica’s pussy in long, lazy strokes of her tongue. The corrupted virgin licked all along Jessica’s wet cleft, even letting her tongue slip down and tease her asshole, licking it eagerly as Jessica sighed happily, proud of her prodigy.
After Barbie feasted on Jessica hungrily for a few minutes, Jessica suddenly arched upward, trembling against the girl’s mouth as her body convulsed in a tumultuous climax. She shivered deliciously as Barbie continued to lap at her clit, her tongue fluttering like a butterfly. Finally, Jessica reached down and raised her head with both hands, her face flushed. “Thank you, Barbie-doll. I just knew you were a natural. Now I think you should move on to my husband.”
Quickly, Barbie moved to Frank, sitting next to Jessica, and began to lick up and down the reawakening shaft of his cock. She gazed up into his grey eyes as she bathed his cock with her tongue, then moved down to lick and suck on his balls, tracing them with her tongue until they were sopping wet. Then she moved up and took his cock into her mouth, sucking hungrily on it, imagining it thrusting deep into her virginal young pussy, while she stroked the base with her encircling fingers.
And so on, down the line of people, Barbie serviced them, one by one, almost worshiping their cocks, their cunts, even their assholes. She brought each of the women to shattering orgasms, while the men held back, thinking of better places to deposit their come.
At last, Barbie completed her task, and sat up expectantly, hopefully. Frank stood up, walked to her, and helped her to her feet, bending her body over the back of the couch. Barbie braced herself as he guided his aching penis to the entrance to her vagina, nudging the head between her labia. He paused there, savoring the moment. Barbie, though, had waited long enough. Turning her head, she gazed up at him out of the corner of her eye, and hissed the words. “Fuck me now!”
Frank clenched his teeth, and with a single, powerful lunge, he sank his cock into her, ripping through what was left of her virginity and burying his fat cock in her to the balls. Barbie gasped in unbridled, wanton ecstasy, her vaginal muscles grasping his cock tightly, welcoming him inside her, her pussy stretching deliciously to accommodate the thick organ. There was no pain. Slowly, Frank began to fuck in and out of her, his balls smacking against her quivering clit as his hard thrusts jolted her body rhythmically, her ass cheeks quivering. Within a few strokes, Barbie felt her arousal soaring upward toward a shattering orgasm that had eluded her during her long days and nights of agony. She cried out, her voice rising to a soprano squeal as she neared the point of no return, her words punctuated by his hard, quickening thrusts.
OHH!!! YESS!!! GOD!!! SO!!! FUCKING!!! GOOD!!! UHHHHHH!!! GONNA!!! COME!!! AAAGGHHH!!! LOSING!!! MY MIND!!!!!OHGOD!!!OHGOD!!!!! UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGOOODDDDDDDD!!!!!”
Barbie screamed as her body convulsed in an explosive climax, trembling violently as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her like a tsunami. She gasped and sobbed as her body shook, tears streaming down her face.
Frank, however, was not about to let it end so fast. He paused for a few moments, then slid out of her, picked her up and deposited her on the couch. Before Barbie could react, he slammed his cock into her once again. She groaned as he his cock drove into her, her mind reeling as she gratefully accepted him into her depths, wrapping her legs around his ass and gazing up at him worshipfully. “UHHHhhhhh, yes!!! Give it to me, Frank! FUCK me! Don’t ever stop!”
Jessica sat down next to Barbie and held her in her arms, kissing her as Frank relentlessly pounded his cock into her eager cunt, fucking her in a driving rhythm that sent Barbie into an endless sequence of orgasms, one flowing in the next. When Jessica finally broke their kiss, Barbie squealed as she gave birth to yet another furious climax.
“OHHH!!!! OHHHH!!!! UHHHHHH!!!! CAN’T!!! STOP!!! COMMMMIIIIIINGGGGGGGGG!!!!!”
Barbie’s anguished, lust-crazed cry was too much for Frank. He had waited for over two days to fill the virginal cunt of this luscious, teenaged cheerleader full of his sperm, and now nothing could stop him from doing it. His words were forced out of his lungs in a strangled groan as his balls spasmed violently. “OHHHHFUUUUUCK!!!”
Frank’s swollen cock flourished again and again, filling her wildly-clasping vagina with his sperm, the first man ever to do so in her young life. Barbie, meanwhile, shuddered into a last, colossal climax as he emptied his soothing hot come in her, feeling fulfilled as she had never been before. She shook and sobbed into Jessica’s big breasts as the older woman held her, murmuring softly through her sobs that she’d never come so hard in her life.
The others had watched in awe as Frank had deflowered the young Christian girl, watched as her body had erupted in multiple, tumultuous orgasms, until she quivered in Jessica’s arms from the uncontrollable power of her new-found lust. As Frank finally slid out of her, his cock shrinking as he lay back on the couch, they heard Barbie's soft voice again.
“More,” she whimpered piteously. “Give me more!”
Tyrone was more than happy to oblige the newly-fucked . He quickly slid between her parted thighs and guided his massive black member into Barbie’s sperm-drenched cunt. Slowly, he stuffed it inside, stretching her beyond belief. She looked up at him gratefully, flexing her vaginal muscles in an effort to grip his huge dick. “Ohhhhhh, yesss, Tyrone, fuck me with your big cock!” she begged him. “Don’t ever stop fucking me.”
“Oooh, yeah, fuck her, Tyrone,” said Tanya from the other couch, where Luann was lapping at her pussy. “Give her what she needs.”
Tyrone began to thrust easily in and out, his ebony cock bathed in her essence and Frank’s sperm as he fucked her in a slow, steady cadence. Barbie’s legs slid up his hips, bending herself almost double. Tyrone hooked his arms around her legs and forced them back still further as he introduced her to the pleasure of a slow, wet fuck with a big cock completely filling her. This was not the frenzied coupling she had experienced with Frank. That had been incredibly hot, but this slow, steady fucking opened up another new world for Barbie. Within moments, she was coming again, her pussy clinging to his relentlessly thrusting cock. They fucked that way for what seemed an eternity, Barbie shivering through multiple climaxes as he kept up the same incessant rhythm.
Finally, Jerry tapped Tyrone on the shoulder. “Turn her over, man. There’s one place she’s still a virgin.”
Tyrone rolled to the side, bringing Barbie with him, until she straddled him with his cock still buried deep inside her. She was dimly aware of Jerry smearing lubricant on her exposed asshole, easing a finger into her and sliding it in and out for a few strokes, then two fingers, twisting inside her ass. Barbie moaned as he realized what he was about to do, and then, unexpectedly, she found herself wanting this final defilement more than anything else. “Yesssssss,” she said through clenched teeth. “Do it, Jerry! Fuck me in my ass!!”
Jerry guided the head of his cock to her anal entry and pushed slowly forward, forcing it against the resisting muscle. Jessica, still sitting close to Barbie, leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Take a big deep breath, sweetie…real fast.”
Barbie quickly sucked in her breath, and then gasped as Jerry’s flared cock head popped suddenly inside her ass. The pain was intense at first, but Barbie soon became accustomed to the obscene penetration of her ass by Jerry’s cock. Her mind was filled by one overwhelming thought that drove her yet again to the brink of orgasm. She had done it! She had taken two cocks into her body, and both of them would fuck her now!
“Ohhh, god,” she moaned. “Both of you fuck me! Make me come again!! I want to be full of cock, forever!”
Slowly, Tyrone and Jerry began to fuck her in unison, burying their cocks in her at the same time, then withdrawing and thrusting into her again, using her willing body as a receptacle for their lust. The pain had vanished, and now Barbie was totally lost in the joy of being fucked. There was no god here, no love, no divine purpose. This was just dirty sex, just hard, thrusting cocks, just fucking for the sheer, nasty pleasure of it. Barbie knew, as they drove her to yet another pulsating orgasm, the cross bouncing between her breasts, that she would never return to her old life. From now on, she would do this. She would fuck.
As the obscene, salacious thought enveloped her brain, both Tyrone and Jerry began to spew their syrupy cum into her, flooding her pussy and ass with it’s soothing, creamy warmth. And as they emptied their balls into her, she collapsed, exhausted, basking in the glow of her multiple orgasms, and happier than she had ever been in her life.
EPILOGUE
Barbie drove along the mountain road in her new convertible, a BMW roadster that had been given her by Frank and Jessica. It has been several months since Barbie’s snowbound initiation. It was a warm summer day, and Barbie wore only a tiny string bikini top and denim short-shorts.
After her ordeal in the blizzard, Barbie had gone home only long enough to pack her things, while her parents were out. She had left them a note, telling them not to worry about her, but not telling them where to find her. Then she had simply disappeared. The case made headlines, and her picture was on Fox News for weeks, but the police had pretty much written the case off early on. Teenage girls ran away all the time. Besides, she had recently turned 18.
Barbie had moved in with Frank and Jessica, changed her last name, and had readily immersed herself in their hedonistic lifestyle. They had lavished gifts on her, taken her on expensive trips, and treated her like they would have treated their own , the only difference being that Barbie had willingly plunged into the couple’s frequent sex parties.
For Jessica had been right. Barbie, in the space of three days, had become an insatiable sex machine, her switch permanently in the “on” position. She simply could not get enough fucking. She had even done a porn film, which had not yet been released. Frank had introduced her to a producer friend of his, and he had made the necessary arrangements to include her in a feature entitled “Barely 18”. She had loved every minute of it, despite the bright lights and the constant interruptions.
Rounding a bend, Barbie came upon a small SUV, off the road in the pine needles. A boy and a girl were standing next to it, both of whom appeared to be high school students. She screeched to a stop next to them.
“You guys need a ride someplace?” asked Barbie. The boy was well-built and muscular, with a shock of brown hair. The girl was a little younger, maybe 16, with very fair skin, red hair and freckles. She was wearing shorts and a tiny top that showed off the aggressive thrust of her eager young breasts.
“Yeah, maybe to a phone,” said the boy, sneaking clandestine peeks at Barbie’s barely concealed titties. “We were going up to the Christian Youth Camp at Pine Creek.”
Barbie smiled at the irony of it. These were ripe for the plucking. “There’s no store or anything for miles,” said Barbie. “Listen, my folks’ cabin is just up the road a little ways. Why don’t you hop in and I’ll take you there? You can use the phone, and stay for the night, and tomorrow you can get your car fixed.”
“Sounds good,” the boy said. “My name’s Jimmy,” he said, climbing up on the back of the roadster. “And this is Jennifer.” The girl said hello and slid into the bucket seat.
“I’m Barbie. Nice to meet you,” said Barbie, not bothering to hide her admiration of Jennifer’s luscious young body. Frank is going to just love you, sweetie, Barbie thought to herself. “I hope you like parties, because we’re having one at the cabin tonight. Just my parents and a few of their friends.”
“We love parties,
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Almost the whole time Millie was talking I was moving my hand closer to her pussy. When my hand touched her soaked shorts, Millie winked, and parted her legs slightly. I could feel her rock hard clit pushing against the material of her thin shorts. I started to rub her clit with my thumb. Then suddenly Millie took her left leg and laid it across my shoulder. She then took my hand from between her legs and pulled it up to her breast for a moment. Then Millie leaned forward and placed her right hand on the back of my left arm and tugged a little, indicating she wanted me on top of her. She wrapped her long legs around me, and immediatly started to kiss me. Her breathing picked up, and she slowly began to rotate her hips, grinding her pussy into my cock. I instinctively started to fuck her back, and played with her tities as we dry fucked like that for a short time. It wasn't dry by any stretch of the imagination though, her pussy was flowing like a river, and she had my shorts, and underwear soaked after just a few seconds. Suddenly Millie stopped grinding, and said "get up, hurry". I did as I was told. Millie took me by the hand, and led me to her bedroom. She quickly undressed me and told me to lie down across the foot of her bed. Millie quickly peeled her top over her head, revealing one of the biggest, and hardest set of nipples I have ever seen, before, or since. A second later Millie was out of her shorts. Millie laid her soaked shorts across my mouth. I put the crotch of her panties in my mouth, and started sucking her juices out of them. Millie stood there watching me for awhile, perhaps two, or three minutes. She got down on her knees, wrapped her hand around my throbbing cock and started stroking it slowly. Then Millie took my cock into her mouth. She didn't seem to be as experienced as Sis, but after a few awkward attempts she developed a rhythm. She sucked my cock, swirled her tongue around the head, then went into a frenzy, slurpping, and bobbing her head up and down like a piston. Without warning I filled her mouth with my cum. To my surprise she gulped it all down. Millie finished cleaning me with her tongue.
Millie stood up, parting her legs slightly, revealing her sopping wet and parted pussy lips. Her pussy lips were a bright pink, and seemed swollen. Her juice was running down her inner thighs which glistened almost all the way to her knees. Millie held her hand out to me, indicating that she wanted me to get up. When I did she sat on the edge of the bed. Millie told me to set between her legs, and as I did she leaned back on her elbows, and opened her long legs as wide as she could. Millie then reached down and fingered her pussy for a moment, then offered her fingers to my mouth. I sucked them clean. Then with a broad smile, Millie said, "OK, now lick me clean, first my thighs, then my pussy. Now we'll see if you can eat some pussy." When I started to lick her inner thigh Millie propped some pillows behind her back so she could watch me. Then as I got closer to her pussy, Millie reached down with two fingers and spread her pussy open, inviting me to her hot wet slit. When I took a good look I saw the largest clit I have ever seen. I mean this thing was huge , almost as big as the last joint on my middle finger, and as hard as steel. As I worked my tongue toward her beckoning pussy I gently rubbed her monster clit with my thumb. My tongue found her spread pussy. I started to push my tongue into her hot little hole, but she was incredibly tight. I worked my tongue up, over, and around her bright pink, and red hot pussy lips. Millie was flowing now more than ever, and I slurpped up every drop. Millie reached down and moved my hand away from her mountain of a clit, smiled and said, "Now suck it, suck my clit like I did your firestick of a cock. Make me cum, cum like I never have before. I know you can do it, but be careful, for when I do cum, it'll be ten plus years of a sexually frustrated pussy letting go, the dam is gonna break. Now show me what you can do with a REAL WOMAN!
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Posted:Jan 29, 2006 12:57 pm
Last Updated:Aug 6, 2006 12:34 pm
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I was feeling very horny after my ex called me from seattle and told me that she likes to see me while her husband is away on a buisness trip.
So I planned to hit 2 birds with one stone... I invited a girl friend to fly with me to seattle and join me and my ex in a threesome...
we boarded a plane from philly airport early in the morning... the plane was half empty and we've been waiting to fulfill this fantasy for a long time... all the hostesses knew what our plan was because my friend was talking to them about it... after about half an hour after take off... we both headed to the back to the restroom... It was very tight at first... but after we got half naked, and assumed position... she was facing forward with her hands up on the mirror, I was behind her with my hands on her tits, her pussy was so wet and ready for my hard cock... we started hitting some air pockets and the plane turbulance made it a lot more fun. After about 20 minutes she was begging me to fuck her ass... she was very wet and very slippery, and with the standing up position, she was feeling every inch of my hard cock banging her against the cabinet... she must have came at least four times when I was ready and I shot my load inside her wet ass... she let a scream so loud, half of the plane could hear her... It was an experience we both will never forget...
to be continued....
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