On top of the very nice physical package she was friendly, chatty and gave
a WONDERFUL lap dance. She touched as much as the law would allow, and maybe a
bit more. And as time had gone on (this was the sixth time I had come in
during the past 5 months) her dances for me had gotten just a little more
risque, a little hotter, a little more daring. She let me touch her back quite
a bit too, but I was always careful not to go over the line. It was still
great. She also gave lip-kisses. Most of the girls would only give you a
little nip on the cheek. Little details like that mean a lot to me.

Anyway, we were there and my buddy got up to go to the restroom. As he
walked away, I sighed, considering the fact I only had $22 bucks left of the
$130 I had started with, and observed that it was unfortunate the evening was
going to have to end fairly soon.

“How come?” Her voice wasn’t bad either, not the gravelly, husky female
voice that made me melt, but pretty nice all the same.

I explained the money thing. I usually got 4 or 5 (3 or 4 from her)
dances and 3-4 overpriced drinks when I came in. She knew my limits, but
I’d only had two of her dances tonight — she had been with other customers.

She leaned down with her lips to my right ear and pressed her warm soft
cheek to mine. I loved it when she did that. She did it quite a bit.

“Who says it has to end?” she asked softly.

That raised my eyebrows. She never pushed me to haul out my plastic for
her, never pushed period. A rarity, and yet another thing I liked about her
(you’re gonna be sick of all the little details I liked about this woman before
I’m done).

That left one possibility, one I’d never seriously considered before. It
was against club policy for dancers to go out with customers. Naturally the
owners were afraid of getting nailed for pimping or something, or even being
innocent bystanders in a prostitution scandal. But it sure sounded like she
was proposing a little after-work get-together. So the questions were 1) Is
she a cop? or 2) Is she a hooker?

I craned my neck around to look her in the eyes, and she shifted slightly
to help me out.

“Care to elaborate on that?” I asked.

She smiled impishly and leaned forward. Her hair spilled around our faces
and I could smell her breath. It was sweet from the call drinks we’d both had.
She touched her forehead to mine and whispered, “You’re always really sweet.
You’re friendly and you don’t try to pull a big come-on. I like that a lot.
I’d also like to spend the rest of the night with you. No strings, just fun.”
She leaned back to gauge my reaction.

She needn’t have bothered. My cock had gotten rock hard in seconds, and
as I stared back, trying to formulate a witty assent worthy of James Bond, she
pressed her leg into my erection, waggled her eyebrows suggestively and said “I
think I’ve got a ‘yes’ here.” I grinned at her and we made plans hurriedly
before my buddy came back from the restroom.

To shorten things a bit, let’s just say that it required a bit of timing
and my dashing about at high speed in my Grand Prix to get me separated from
my buddy (luckily he lived nearby) and back with Julie without her fellow
club workers noticing. Her apartment was much closer than mine, so we headed
there. I was as excited as all hell, but during the short trip alone back to
the club, I resolved that since she was giving me the most princely gift of her
beautiful body, I had to see to it that she enjoyed this evening as much as
possible. It would be my gift to her.

We had a difficult time getting into her apartment. We kept stopping
every few steps and kissing strongly. For a long time I had desired to *really*
kiss her, as opposed to the brief ones we were allowed at the club. She would
press her warm body up against mine and move up and down, stroking me with
her entire self, while our tongues “dueled like soft, moist sabers” (I’ve
always liked that line). It was wonderful, but I restrained myself as much as
possible. Crazy animalistic sex would be great, but it wasn’t what I wanted
to do for her right now. I wanted to add in a lot of tease, to make her beg
for release, to drive her crazy. I’m no Don Juan, but on the few occasions
I’d had opportunity to do this in the past, my partners were always VERY grate-
ful.

Finally, we staggered into the bedroom. She’d lost her top and I my
shirt. We flopped onto the bed, still kissing madly, but I’d managed to slow
the pace down to just intense instead of wild. Stroking her smooth back, I
eased her onto her stomach and moved up to whisper in her ear.

“Just relax for a while and let me do the work. Let it be my thanks for
your having me over.” Yeah, yeah, “having me over” isn’t all that romantic
sounding, but I didn’t want to get really gushy and say “make love”, and “have
sex” seemed *much* too cold.

“Mmmmmm,” she purred, and smiled sexily, settling onto the bed with a cute
wiggle. I took that as a “yes”, as I reached over and turned on a small lamp.
The light was subdued but ample. Excellent.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

“When did he leave?”, she wondered. Suddenly, the phone rang. “This is your
wakeup call,” she heard him say softly. Her pussy was instantly wet at the
sound of his voice. “God, that was good last night,” she whispered. “I love
you,” she blurted out. “You kind of drifted off to sleep so quickly, I
thought I should leave you alone for the night,” he said. “I’m going down to
breakfast now – I would wait for you but I think that you had better get a
move on if you are going to show up in the workshop in time.” he said. She
glanced at the clock and saw he was right. “What time did you leave?” she
asked. “Oh, it was around 2 or so, but you were sound asleep. Did I tell you
that you snore?” he teased. “I do not,” she giggled.

She wanted to hug this man right now but he was on the telephone and she knew
she had to get ready for her work. “I’ll see you in the classroom,” he said.
“You think you can keep your eyes open all day?” he asked. She giggled as he
hung up the phone, but wondered if she would have a problem. She was used to
the 8 to 5 routine but staying up ’til 2, with plenty of the right kind of
exercise, may take its toll. “We’ll have to see,” she thought to herself!

She hung up the phone and headed for the shower. It felt good to have the
warm water rush over her body. As she soaped her body, she thought over last
night’s activities. She knew how wonderful he had made her feel and she began
to think about her husband and children. “How could I do this to Ray,” she
thought. “He’s such a wonderful man and Tommy and Billy – if I would have to
give them up……. Oh God, how can I be so careless?”

She toweled herself dry and began to dress for the day. She suddenly realized
that she was tired; “Oh cripes, and I have to go through this whole day
feeling like this!” she thought to herself. She finished dressing, picked up
her stuff for the meeting and left for the meeting room. Fortunately, it was
in the motel and she dropped by the office for a cup of coffee from the
Continental Breakfast they had set up. She saw some of the food there and
quick grabbed a sweet roll to have with her coffee at the meeting. She
quickly walked down the corridor to the main meeting room.

As she entered, she looked for a familiar face. The meeting had just begun
and the 500 or so attendees were mostly in place. A vacant chair presented
itself in the back row and she slipped in there to prevent disturbing anyone.
As she sat down, she glanced to her right and noticed that she was sitting
next to a tall, trimly shaped blonde lady whom she had really never met but
whose name was quite familiar to her, Garolynn Warren. Garolynn was extremely
attractive, divorced with one child, and eagerly sought after by most of the
men in the agency. Although Janis didn’t know for sure, it was rumored that
she had an occasional affair with different men from time to time.

She found herself a bit jealous of Garolynn because of her beauty and, as she
thought about it, her apparent freedom to have an affair if she so desired.
She knew Garolynn was originally from Montana and wondered if she knew Peter.
“I wonder if she and Peter have had an affair?” she said to herself,
unconsciously. She began to feel a little more jealous just thinking about
it.

Soon it was time for a break and she introduced herself to Garolynn.
Recognizing her position in agency, Garolynn asked if she knew Peter. “Why
did she ask me that?” Janis thought and replied that she had met him once when
he came to the home office to work on some problems. “Well, he sure has been
asking some interesting questions around here,” Garolynn replied, “Besides,
he’s kind of cute, don’t you think?” “What kind of questions?” Janis asked,
choosing to ignore the second part of the question. “Oh, like who’s in charge
and what their qualifications are, what they know about automation, and stuff
like that!” Garolynn replied. “Its refreshing to have people ask those kind
of questions, isn’t it?” Garolynn asked. “Yes,” Janis replied. She notice
that Garolynn was dressed well and had a full bust. She also noticed that she
was more than interested in Peter, which was raising the feelings of jealousy
that Janis found herself harboring.

“Ssssooooo, you can’t make it to class on time,” she heard his soft voice
behind her. “I…. have you met Garolynn Warren,” Janis asked. “Yes, we have
met at a couple of meetings, but I doubt that she remembers me,” as he took
Garolynn’s hand. They shook hands and Garolynn looked him right in the eyes.
Janis could see the flash of electricity pass as Garolynn passed on some small
pleasantries. Since this break signaled the adjournment of the large meeting
into several smaller meetings, Peter suggested that he accompany Janis to the
meeting they were holding. They both bade a “See you later,” to Garolynn and
moved off toward the smaller meeting room.

“What are you my brother’s keeper,” Janis snapped. “Whoa,” he stammered, “I
apologize for whatever!” “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, “Garolynn was talking
about you and I got a little jealous.” “Jealous? What for?” he asked “I
hardly know the woman – I mean I know who she is but I think this is the first
time that I have actually spoken to her. Good grief – get a grip.” “I said I
was sorry,” she said looking into his eyes. “Ok, ok – apology accepted,” he
whispered, “Can I kiss you here or would over there be better!” She was taken
back by this proposal but quickly realized that he was being facetious -
enough so that she knew he genuinely accepted her apology and held no ill
feelings. “You’re so damn cocksure of yourself, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Hell, no,” he replied “But if it looks that way, far be it from me ever
telling anyone different!”

The rest of the day went by quickly, although Janis began to feel as if she
was going to drop by about 3pm. She grabbed another cup of coffee and in
about 15 minutes began to feel as if she was going to make it through the day.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

“Actually, I don’t know. I hadn’t picked him yet.”
Answered Miyoko. “But you never know you might be Mr. April
yourself.”

“I have no idea what the hell your talking about.” Said
Tim. “I’ve never laid eyes on you before tonight.”

Miyoko explained “March and April are just names that I use.
Like I said. I’m looking for a sexually liberated man. Last
names aren’t important. Besides, I only spend one month with a
guy then I move on. The Mr. March that I’m meeting in a little
while is the gentleman that I’ve been fucking and sucking me for
the past month.”

“I see.” Said Tim.

“And you know,” continued Miyoko, “Their is only a Week in
March, and.” as Miyoko ran her leg up Tim’s to his crotch, “that
means that it is Time for me to start looking for a new cock.
Are you interested.”

He looked up as she did and their eyes held each other just a little
too long, self-consciously. He smiled at her and she felt a little
embarassed. So she looked down and smiled, brushing the bangs out
of her eyes as she looked up again.

He turned his attention to the pack of Juicy Fruits. As he picked
it up and swiped it across the barcode reader, she could see his
rather muscular hand ever so gently squeezing the pack. She then
pretended the totals display was the center of her attention by looking
up at it, but she could care less how much the cost was. She could
feel him pretending not to watch her, and her cheeks flushed red with
that knowledge. As the numbers flashed on the display, she reached
into the back pocket of her tight-fitting jeans and pulled out her
coin purse.

She then noticed that he was standing there absentmindedly gripping
the pack with his thumb and forefinger of his right hand, moving it
up and down the pack, smoothing out the slight crease he had put in it.
She had become somewhat mezmerized by this motion he was making; he
noticed her interest. She shook her head a little to snap herself
out of it.

As she handed over the coins and withdrew her hand, her fingernails
brushed against the palm of his hand. This was partly accidental, partly
her intention. His hand trembled a little with this exquisite sensation.
He handed back her change and the receipt and made sure his fingertips
brushed the inside of her upturned palm, too. Her face broke into a
wide smile as he did this, and she bit her lower lip to try to hide her
smile at this gesture.

She turned to leave and just as abruptly turned back around holding the
pack and said, “Do you want a stick?” At first, he wasn’t sure if he
had heard her correctly. Then he smiled and said, “Yeah, sure”. There
was no one else in line.

At first she had problems starting the pull-tear that would uncap the
pack. He noticed her difficulty and said, “Here, let me help.” He
reached over and held her hand holding the pack and used his other
hand to start the tear-cord. She noticed his hand over hers was so
much bigger than her own, but it was warm and soft. She had leaned
over toward him during this operation, intently watching him pick at
the tear-cord, and the ends of her soft hair were dancing on his forearm
sending warm sensuous waves through his neck and shoulders. He could
smell a wonderful fragrance around her, of clean soap and lilacs. He
wondered what it would be like to nuzzle the back of her ear.

He withdrew a stick and handed it to her. Then he took one for himself.
At that moment, he realized that he was still holding her hand, and he
let his fingertips “accidentally” glide down the back of her hand as his
hand fell away. He popped the stick in his mouth and began chewing.
She did the same. She stuffed the pack into the pocket of her jeans;
he noticed how tight they were.

She smiled and said thanks and out of shyness again started to walk
away. He smiled and watched her as she left and said, “Come by again
anytime you need help opening something up.”

By Vatasyayana

Source: “The Love Teachings of Kama Sutra”
—— (Translated by Indra Sinha)

———————————————————————–

Lying Down Positions:
——————–

Indrani draws up both her knees
until they nuzzle the curves of her breasts;
her feet find her lover’s armpits.
Small girls love this posture,
but becoming a goddess takes a lot of practice.

She cups and lifts her buttocks with her palms,
spreads wide her thighs,
and digs in her heels besides her hips,
while you caress her breasts:
this is “Utphallaka” (The Flower in Bloom).

Grasping the ankles
of the round hipped woman, whose buttocks
are like two ripe gourds,
raise her beautiful thighs
and spread the thigh-joints widely.

Full of desire, saying sweet words,
approach her with your body stiff as a pole
and drive straight forward
to pierce her lotus and join your limbs:
experts call it “Madandhvaja” (The Flag of Cupid).

Catch hold of her two feet,
raising them till they press upon her breasts
and her legs form a rough circle.
Clasp her neck and make love to her:
this is “Ratisundara” (Aphrodite’s Delight).

Lift the lady’s feet until her soles
lie perfectly parallel,
one to each side of her slender throat,
cup her breasts and enjoy her:
this technique is “Uthkanta” (Throat-high).

Your lovely wife, lying on the bed,
grasps her own feet
and draws them up until they reach her hair;
you catch her breasts and make love:
this is “Vyomapada” (Sky-foot).

The round-thighed woman on the bed
grasps her ankles and raises high her lotus feet;
you strike her to the root, kissing
and slapping open-palmed between her breasts:
this is “Markata” (The Monkey).

She lies flat on her back,
you sit between her parted knees, raise them,
hook her feet over your thighs,
catch hold of her breasts, and enjoy her:
this is “Manmathpriya” (Dear to Cupid).

Lying-down Positions – Samputa Group:
————————————

If your penis is too small for a woman,
the “Samputa” group of postures should be used:
“Samputa” (the Jewel Case),
“Pidita” (the Squeeze), “Veshtita (the Entwined)
and “Vadavaka” (the Mare’s Trick).

In Samputa your legs lie along hers
caressing their whole length from toes to thighs.
Your lover may be below you,
or you may both lie on your sides,
in which case she should always be on your left.

In Pidita the lovers’ thighs
are interlaced and squeeze each other in rhythm.
In Veshtita she crosses her thighs
or rolls each one inward,
thus greatly strengthening her yoni’s grip.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

Special thanx to: Walks-by-Night, The Unknown, Mr. Spock,
Midnight Orgy and Mad Bones

While out shopping at one of the many malls located conveniently near
me, I wandered into a water-bed store. When I entered, I saw the most beautiful
woman that I have ever seen. She was as beautiful as some of your monthly Pets.
I thought of my secret fantasy of fucking her in front of the few people in the
store.
This goddess of beauty made her way over me.
“Can I help you?” she said.
You sure can. honey, I thought to myself. “Oh, yes,” I answered. I
asked her for a certain model of sheet cover and she went in the back to check
on it. I couldn’t help but stare at her gorgeous buttocks, and thought to
myself that she had to have the nicest ass in the history of split flesh. Her
body did not stop. My thoughts were interrupted when I noticed her standing in
front of me, staring at my now-erect love tool.
“I found what you were looking for. Come back with me and I will show
you,” she said. I followed and before I could offer any resistance, she tore
off most of my clothes and threw me on the bed. We kissed passionately and then
she started to nibble on the head of my penis. She worked down my rod and
licked my balls, and she didn’t stop until I spewed my penis cream over her
face and down her throat. As I was coming, I told her my fantasy of making love
in public. It was easy to convince her to move our copulating to one of the
water beds outside in the shop. Since it was almost closing time, I gussed she
figured it would be safe.
We dressed and walked casually toward one of the sensual water beds set
up in the middle of the store. We lay down as if we were just a young couple
testing out the bed to see if it was comfortable. I unbuttoned her shirt to
reveal her large, firm breasts and rock-hard nipples. I was really turned on. I
slipped off her dress and panties as she disrobed me. Our sexual act caught the
attention of several customers. I lifted her up and placed her under the
sheets. She whispered in my ear to fuck her with all I had. I got under the
covers and slid my rod into her tight love tunnel. I was so aroused that I came
almost immediately, and her climax followed several seconds after mine.
She was moaning for more. So we turned around and got into a sixty-
nine position, this time without the concealment of the cover. She began to
suck like there was no tomorrow. I slid my tongue around the circumference of
her labia and tongued her clit until she was about to climax. I finally dove
right in and tongue-fucked her until she had four consecutive orgasms. We
fucked again while standing. Our screams almost cracked all the windows in the
store.
We finally got up and dressed. She locked up the store and told me that
she would call me again. She never did, but it didn’t matter. My fantasy had
come true.

–

It was another long, late night in the lab at work. This is a great job,

but the occasional “crunch” times explains why so few people survive more

than a handful of years. The problems are rewarding, and correct solutions let

me attend national trade conferences as an “engineering expert”, answering deep

questions on state-of-the-art technology for any of the twenty thousand people

attending from all facets of the industry. That’s the real “high” of all this

grinding: to look over a huge convention trade hall, filled with the most active

people in the whole high-tech industry, and be publically acknowledged as one of

the very few who actually *creates* the magic.

In all humility, I am merely the representative of a team of 20 to 50 people

who worked equally hard; my specialty outside design is that I can translate the

world of pull-up transistors and half-latches into the information needs of a

potential sales representative for a major customer. I can do it for 15 hours a

day for a week at a time, and keep track of who I have told what, and how much

they seem to like it. Our sales force loves me, and it gives me that one skill

outside my own department that I need for long-term advancement in the company.

True power is being among the best, and being able to get other people to recog-

nize it. Thanks to my God and my teachers, I am both.

Tonight, however, was one of those nights lost in the shuffle of “nine parts

perspiration.” I had taken once again to working midnight to about 10AM, so I

could get a peaceful environment and all the machine cycles I could eat. I have

a whole stable of routines that start their deliberations as soon as enough

people leave for their families and night life; by the time I come in, I had

quite enough diagnostic information in my electronic mailbox to take the next

step in debugging. Sometimes, I can take a few good ideas and get Jeff to

run them during the day; sometimes, I do the same for him. Between us, we cut

about 10% of the development time out of the overall department schedule, and

our stock options bear witness to our continued effectiveness. We even see one

another about once a week in these times.

That night, however, I had things almost all to myself. Someone was working

in the layout area across the floor; the overhead lights were on, and I could

see a few brown curls bob occasionally between there and the offices to the

right. Probably Debbie, one of the brightest of our new college crop last June.

She has a quick mind and a good insticnt for the correct solution, but she still

has a hard time letting go of “her” solution when a better one comes up. Also,

she puts in even more graveyard time than I did. The pace of work here will fix

both those deficiencies within three years, one way or the other. I was in no

position to guide her into more productive paths, as we rarely shared a problem

on a day-to-day basis.

I looked over the last batch of diagnostic output, and cursed myself for a

novice. I’d just wasted four hours of clock time, although with the low system

…End of the part1. To be continued..

Archive-title: Jenny

I had always liked Jenny, though I didn’t know her well personally. We

worked together on the night shift. Us night-timers have a slightly different

perspective on the world that most other people on ‘normal’ shifts. We’re often

driving on streets devoid of life at 3AM, and spend a lot of time at home

because nothing’s open. And then we sleep through the morning, when everybody

else is alive and awake. It’s a very lonely life most of the time.

Jenny suffered from this as much as I. She had come to town almost a year

ago, and because of her hours, she hadn’t had so much as one date in all that

time. Often she would grumble about the lack of a social/sex life. There were

plenty of guys on the night shift, but for some reason she didn’t seem

interested. More than a few of them were interested, though. She stood about 5

foot seven and was rather busty. She was a bit overweight, but not seriously

and I found it quite a turn-on. It made her seem more real, somehow. More than

once I had half-jokingly offered my services, only to be turned down with an

appreciative smile. I could never seem to work up the nerve to come out and ask

her for a date. Mostly it was because I was certain she’d turn me down and

rejection was something I didn’t really care for.

I don’t know what got into me one night. It was a Saturday and we both had

gotten roped into putting in a ‘little overtime’. If you consider 10 hours

‘little’. Anyway, it was about 9PM and we both sat down to lunch. Since there

was no one else there we actually talked to each other. Somehow the

conversation got around to dates, and I asked her just what it was she looked

for in a guy.

“Well,” she said musingly, “looks aren’t all that important, I guess. A good

personality is more important.” She was silent for a moment, thinking. “Right

now what I would like to find most is somebody who’s good in bed. After a year

of nothing I’m getting kind of, well, itchy.”

My heart gave a jump at that and my temperature rose ten degrees. I got up

to get a cup of coffee from the machine behind her. As I did, I said, “How do

you expect to find somebody like that? Advertise?”

She chuckled. “I can see it now: Lonely woman seeks good fucker. Low pay but

great fringe benefits.”

“Those benefits look pretty good to me.” I said, still standing behind her

and sipping my coffee. My heart had calmed, but I was still tense.

Anticipatory, perhaps. “But seriously, that’s what you’re looking for? Not just

any old guy who can get it up?”

“Uh uh.” She said softly, almost dreamily. “It would be tempting, but hell,

if the guy doesn’t know what he’s doing, it just isn’t really worthwhile. Not

for me, anyway. For him it’s probably great.”

The it was my turn to laugh. “Yeah, I guess so. Some guys are like that.

They just want to, um, get off and go to sleep. But there are some who are

different, ya know.”

“Oh, really?” she said, still seemingly in a trance.

“Sure.” I said. I put the cup down. “For some of us half the fun is in

making the other person feel good.” I placed my hands on her shoulders, though

…End of the part1. To be continued..

“Hey babe, want to dance?” he asked, in a melancholy voice.

“Sure, why not?” she said.

So they began to dance. She wasn’t a great dancer. She just
kind of kept shaking her arms and legs the same way, over and
over again. After a while, he felt the way you feel after you’ve
seen the same commercial too many times, that feeling of “Oh, I
know what is going to happen next, but my brain is too dead to
care.” Ho hum, he thought. But he knew that you had to dance at
least three dances with a woman before you could seduce her, so
he tolerated it.

The second dance was even more boring than the first. The music
switched from rock to reggae, but her dancing hardly changed at
all. He started counting beer cups in people hands, while he
danced, just for something to do. He had counted 112 by the time
the dance ended. “Great, only one more dance to go, he thought.”

The next dance was a slow dance. A lot of parties never put on
slow dances, but this one did, and Jack was very happy, because
he didn’t think he could take a third fast dance with her monoto-
nous rhythm.

He looked at her, when the slow music started, wondering if she
was ready for slow dancing. She had that same look in her eyes
that he had seen hundreds of times before, that look that says
“Go ahead, put your arms around me and start dancing. Have I got
something better to do?” So he did. And her rhythm was defi-
nitely different this time, finally. Now, she basically just
stood there, kind of wobbling back and forth a little. And now
he realized how much he hated slow songs, because they just went
on, and on. It was a slow love song, just like so many love
songs he had heard before. This one was worse than many, howev-
er, because it was one of the ones that was currently getting too
much play on the radio.

Finally, the song ended, and, holding her hand, he led her off
the dance floor. He tried to think of a clever line, but then
decided he didn’t need one. “Hey, what’s your name?” he asked.

“I’m Jill,” she said.

“Yah, and I’m Jack.” They would have laughed, but both of them
had heard so many Jack and Jill jokes in their lives, that nei-
ther even found this real life coincidence at all funny.

‘So, I bet now he’s going to ask me to go for a walk with him.
Why do guys always use the same lines?’ she thought to herself.

“So, Jill, want to go for a walk? It’s a beautiful evening.”

‘Well,’ she thought, ‘at least a walk will be more fun than this
party. I wonder why all parties seem alike? The only thing
which wasn’t totally average about this party was the slow dance,
and I don’t even like to slow dance.’ “Sure,” she said, “where
are we going to walk to? Your place, I suppose, right?” She’d
been asked on too many walks not to already know the destination.

“Yah,” he said.

Now that she was pretty sure he wanted to seduce her, she decided
to appraise him. 5′ 9″, brown hair, brown eyes, not particularly
athletic or well dressed; but no body odor, no zits, and his hair
was combed. She would take what she could get. “Let’s go.”

The walk to Jack’s place was too long. The party had been at one
of the river houses, but both Jack and Jill lived in the Quad,
away from the main campus. They had gone up to the river houses
because, as usual, the quad was dead that weekend: only one
party, and it was lame. They walked up Garden Street, back to
Currier House. It was a walk both of them took every day, at
least twice a day, and both of them found it pretty wearying by
now. They went through the standard conversation about majors,
year of graduation, etc. but neither was really paying atten-
tion; they had asked and answered the questions so many times
before.

When they got back to Jack’s room, Jill was not very impressed.
Currier was one of the newer, more modern dormitories, and all of
the rooms were pretty similar. Jack had not done much to distin-
guish his.

“So,” Jill said, “how do you usually seduce women?” She was
feeling very direct.

“Usually, I try something with backrubs, but the last ten women
I’ve seduced, I’ve given backrubs, and I’m tired of it What do
guys usually try on you?”

“They usually ask me if I want a backrub,” she said.

There was what would have been an awkward pause, if either of
them had really cared. Jack tried to think of something more
interesting than a back rub He considered nude twister, but
wasn’t quite sure how someone would go about playing that exact-
ly, without a third person to spin the spinner. He thought about
getting out his copy of the 5000 question purity test, but found
himself falling asleep at just the thought.

Finally, he said “Want a back rub?”

“Sure,” she said, lying down on his bed.

Slowly, he massaged her back, through her shirt. After about ten
minutes, her shirt started to ride up, intentionally, and he
began to actually massage her skin directly. Eventually, he
began massaging around her bra strap, and then clumsily unsnapped
it.

‘Thank God,’ she thought. It was taking forever. He gave an
average backrub, but she had never really been into back rubs
anyway. Eventually, his hands went lower and lower, and he was
touching the sides of her breasts, and then the front, and then
the nipples. ‘Pretty predictable,’ she thought.

Finally, she turned over, and they began kissing, and undressing.
She had a mediocre body, too much flab, but so did he. Neither
of them became particularly passionate, but both found the caressing vaguely enjoyable.

Slowly, his hand worked its way down to her vagina, and it was,
of course, slightly moist. He fingered her and sucked her tits
for a few minutes. Then, foreplay out of the way, he put on a
condom, and they had sex in the missionary position. He wasn’t
very good, not giving enough clitoral stimulation. She decided
to just lie back, and think of England. She had never been
there, so there wasn’t very much to think about, but it was more
interesting than the half hearted attempts of Jack, lying on top
of her. Eventually, Jack sped up his pumping. Faster and fast-
er. ‘Great,’ she thought, ‘he’s almost finished.’ When he came,
spurting into the condom for a few seconds, she faked her orgasm.
He wasn’t fooled by her faking, but he didn’t really care.

As I lay day dreaming on the beach, I suddenly and casually
glanced to my left, only to see the most gorgeous
girl I had ever seen. She looked up while I was surveying
her, and gave me a smile and a wink…I pulled my towel
over near hers, and then introduced myself. She
told me her name was Debbie, and we began talking…

After about 30 minutes of small-talk, she suddenly asked
me if I would rub some suntan lotion on her back. Trying to
hide my excitement, I agreed. She turned on her stomach,
and unstrapped her top. I began rubbing the lotion up
around her neck, and slowly worked my way down, . Her skin
was soft and sexy, and her tan was very dark. I found my
hands wandering off of her back, around towards her breasts,
but she gently guided them back to where they started,
whispering “LATER”..I continued down her sensuous back, until
I reached her ass. I leaned closer, staring at it in
awe. It was a piece of art. I longed to guide my cock in
between her buns, but I managed to resist. I jumped past
her gorgeous ass, down to her long, sexy legs. I took my
time there. Finally, I reached her feet. She wore purple
nail polish on her toes, and I was so horny that even this
began to turn me on. When I was completely done, she asked
me if I would go back to her beach house for some lunch.
I agreed, but lunch was not what I was hoping for!

When we got there, she asked if I would like to take a
shower first..I thought that she meant with her, but we ended
up taking separate showers…She made hamburgers for
lunch, and as we were eating, she began to run her toes up and
down my leg under the table. Then she lifted her foot as high
as my crotch, and started to gently rub my shaft with her toe
The two of us quickly swallowed what was left of lunch, and
she led me to her bedroom.. We both quickly stripped, and
she sank to her knees and began sucking my swelled rod.

She deep throated me, and I came. She swallowed with a
smile and lay down on the bed, motioning for me to eat
her pussy. I assure you that it was a very sweet and
juicy desert. Then we got into the 69 position, and enjoyed
one another at the same time. Finally, she pulled me
on top of her, and guided my rod into her hot, steaming
cunt. The rest of the day was spent making mattress magic.

–

running a close second for the VP slot against Brenda, but had managed to slip

past her by anonymously leaking false information about BJ thru the companies

computer system. Brenda was never sure where the rumors started but had a very

good idea.

Once Karen had taken her position still fearing Brenda’s superior talent, she

proceeded to “in effect” demote her by making her the department head over a much

smaller department. This move infuriated Brenda and revenge was all she could

think about. Months went by before her chance would come, then one day as if a

miracle she was in Karen’s office when Karen had to leave the office quickly and

failed to log off her computer it was the chance BJ had waited for. She quickly

determined Karen’s password from the careless notes left unprotected on her

messages and then she noticed the “anonymous” memos with Brenda’s name on them.

It had been Karen in fact that had stared the false rumors. Karen would live to

regret both mistakes.

The company was doing much work with the 3rd world, in a small country, Bariwa,

with much mineral potential. They were working on a financing plan to exploit

these for the good of the country. BJ finally had her chance to be rid of Karen

forever. As it turns out the project was in almost absolute control of Karen and

since BJ had access to all her files she could interfere with the project.

Brenda formulated her plan and began putting it into action.

Bariwa was depositing large sum of gold with the company in exchange for cash

which Karen was to invest on behalf of the Bariwanian government. BJ began

intercepting the transfer requests from Karen and making them herself. Using

Karen’s ID and password she opened a money market account with her firm and

stared stripping 5% of all transfers Karen requested and depositing it in

“Karens’s” account. Within a month “Karen” had embesseled 3.5 million dollars.

The trap was set….

The following Monday Karen left for Bariwa and BJ left for Western Union. She

had updated all of Karen’s real computer records with her transaction and booked

a flight from Bariwa to Rio in Karen’s name, conviently one day after Karen’s

scheduled return. The wire was to the Bariwanian finance minister and outlined

suspicious activity that the sender felt was not in the best interest of Bariwa,

with enough details to point the inquiries in the right direction, signed

“Anonymous”.

Just as planed the minister made inquiries that very day to the company

president’s office and Karen’s “plot” was uncovered. The company quickly

complied with requests for records in an effort to retain their business. And

still Karen had no idea the snare was about to be triggered as she visited with

several government officials in Bariwa. On her final official visit she was to

see the finance minister and arrived in a limo at the capital early in the

morning. She would not have a good day. She noticed on her way in that security

seemed very tight. There were four armed guards in the ministers waiting room,

all very large men with frowns on their faces but she did not worry. When she

…End of the part1. To be continued..

“Hey babe, want to dance?” he asked, in a melancholy voice.

“Sure, why not?” she said.

So they began to dance. She wasn’t a great dancer. She just
kind of kept shaking her arms and legs the same way, over and
over again. After a while, he felt the way you feel after you’ve
seen the same commercial too many times, that feeling of “Oh, I
know what is going to happen next, but my brain is too dead to
care.” Ho hum, he thought. But he knew that you had to dance at
least three dances with a woman before you could seduce her, so
he tolerated it.

The second dance was even more boring than the first. The music
switched from rock to reggae, but her dancing hardly changed at
all. He started counting beer cups in people hands, while he
danced, just for something to do. He had counted 112 by the time
the dance ended. “Great, only one more dance to go, he thought.”

The next dance was a slow dance. A lot of parties never put on
slow dances, but this one did, and Jack was very happy, because
he didn’t think he could take a third fast dance with her monoto-
nous rhythm.

He looked at her, when the slow music started, wondering if she
was ready for slow dancing. She had that same look in her eyes
that he had seen hundreds of times before, that look that says
“Go ahead, put your arms around me and start dancing. Have I got
something better to do?” So he did. And her rhythm was defi-
nitely different this time, finally. Now, she basically just
stood there, kind of wobbling back and forth a little. And now
he realized how much he hated slow songs, because they just went
on, and on. It was a slow love song, just like so many love
songs he had heard before. This one was worse than many, howev-
er, because it was one of the ones that was currently getting too
much play on the radio.

Finally, the song ended, and, holding her hand, he led her off
the dance floor. He tried to think of a clever line, but then
decided he didn’t need one. “Hey, what’s your name?” he asked.

“I’m Jill,” she said.

“Yah, and I’m Jack.” They would have laughed, but both of them
had heard so many Jack and Jill jokes in their lives, that nei-
ther even found this real life coincidence at all funny.

‘So, I bet now he’s going to ask me to go for a walk with him.
Why do guys always use the same lines?’ she thought to herself.

“So, Jill, want to go for a walk? It’s a beautiful evening.”

‘Well,’ she thought, ‘at least a walk will be more fun than this
party. I wonder why all parties seem alike? The only thing
which wasn’t totally average about this party was the slow dance,
and I don’t even like to slow dance.’ “Sure,” she said, “where
are we going to walk to? Your place, I suppose, right?” She’d
been asked on too many walks not to already know the destination.

“Yah,” he said.

Now that she was pretty sure he wanted to seduce her, she decided
to appraise him. 5′ 9″, brown hair, brown eyes, not particularly
athletic or well dressed; but no body odor, no zits, and his hair
was combed. She would take what she could get. “Let’s go.”

The walk to Jack’s place was too long. The party had been at one
of the river houses, but both Jack and Jill lived in the Quad,
away from the main campus. They had gone up to the river houses
because, as usual, the quad was dead that weekend: only one
party, and it was lame. They walked up Garden Street, back to
Currier House. It was a walk both of them took every day, at
least twice a day, and both of them found it pretty wearying by
now. They went through the standard conversation about majors,
year of graduation, etc. but neither was really paying atten-
tion; they had asked and answered the questions so many times
before.

When they got back to Jack’s room, Jill was not very impressed.
Currier was one of the newer, more modern dormitories, and all of
the rooms were pretty similar. Jack had not done much to distin-
guish his.

“So,” Jill said, “how do you usually seduce women?” She was
feeling very direct.

“Usually, I try something with backrubs, but the last ten women
I’ve seduced, I’ve given backrubs, and I’m tired of it What do
guys usually try on you?”

“They usually ask me if I want a backrub,” she said.

There was what would have been an awkward pause, if either of
them had really cared. Jack tried to think of something more
interesting than a back rub He considered nude twister, but
wasn’t quite sure how someone would go about playing that exact-
ly, without a third person to spin the spinner. He thought about
getting out his copy of the 5000 question purity test, but found
himself falling asleep at just the thought.

Finally, he said “Want a back rub?”

“Sure,” she said, lying down on his bed.

Slowly, he massaged her back, through her shirt. After about ten
minutes, her shirt started to ride up, intentionally, and he
began to actually massage her skin directly. Eventually, he
began massaging around her bra strap, and then clumsily unsnapped
it.

‘Thank God,’ she thought. It was taking forever. He gave an
average backrub, but she had never really been into back rubs
anyway. Eventually, his hands went lower and lower, and he was
touching the sides of her breasts, and then the front, and then
the nipples. ‘Pretty predictable,’ she thought.

Finally, she turned over, and they began kissing, and undressing.
She had a mediocre body, too much flab, but so did he. Neither
of them became particularly passionate, but both found the caressing vaguely enjoyable.

Slowly, his hand worked its way down to her vagina, and it was,
of course, slightly moist. He fingered her and sucked her tits
for a few minutes. Then, foreplay out of the way, he put on a
condom, and they had sex in the missionary position. He wasn’t
very good, not giving enough clitoral stimulation. She decided
to just lie back, and think of England. She had never been
there, so there wasn’t very much to think about, but it was more
interesting than the half hearted attempts of Jack, lying on top
of her. Eventually, Jack sped up his pumping. Faster and fast-
er. ‘Great,’ she thought, ‘he’s almost finished.’ When he came,
spurting into the condom for a few seconds, she faked her orgasm.
He wasn’t fooled by her faking, but he didn’t really care.

Who was he? I only met him this morning. We talked briefly at our
chance meeting while browsing the shelves at a local bookstore. He was strong
and muscular. Tall, about 6 feet, with sandy brown hair. I suppose I was
attracted to him, for when he asked me to his place for a glass of wine, I
readily accepted.

As I sat there before the fireplace in his den, my thoughts drifted to
this afternoon, of the private moments I enjoyed as I prepared for this
evening. I recalled having completed my shower and feeling warm all over as I
passed the soft towel over my naked body. Standing naked before my mirror, I
admired the shapely form of my body. My rounded well proportioned breasts were
firm with large cherry-red nipples. Looking down, I could just see the
glistening folds of my vaginal lips, through the dusty blonde hairs of my pubic
mound. I remember trying to decide what to wear. I selected a sexy, loose
fitting button down blouse and matching shorts, which I laid out in preparation
for this evening. I chose a dainty bra and panty set. Both were made of red
silk with a touch of black lace. Dressing, the bra fit snugly, firming my
round breasts, the panties were briefs, ending just above the line of my pubic
mound. As the cool silk of the undergarments touched my warm skin, I felt a
tingling sensation which sent a shiver through out my body. I sat at the edge
of my bed, wearing only the bra and panties. I remember the internal stirring
I felt in anticipation of what this evening would bring. The desire within my
groin began to spread upward towards my abdomen, and slowly consumed my mind
and body. Looking at the clock, I knew I had time to lie back and give in to
my yearnings.

I remember, lying on my bed, the coolness of the silk bra stimulating
my breasts. I remember thinking of the pleasures I have come to enjoy in
private moments of solitude. I remember slowly sliding my fingers under my bra
and caressing my breast, slowly kneading the nipple, gently rubbing it between
my fingers. I remember closing my eyes and letting my mind ease into the
pleasure my caresses were creating. I remember becoming aroused, as my other
hand slipped under my bra, and I caressed both my breasts. I thought of the
pleasures I experienced as I massaged my hardened nipples between my fingers.

A crackle of a burning log returned me to the present. The thoughts
of this afternoon, along with the effects of the wine began to have an effect
on me. I could feel myself becoming aroused. As I looked into the fire, I
felt the familiar yearning deep in my groin. My breasts began to ache, as my
nipples engorged and hardened. I tightly crossed my thighs and began a gentle
rhythmic tensing of my pelvis. I could feel the moistness forming within the
lips of my vagina. I looked up at him, he seemed preoccupied with the fire,
unaware of the sexual desires slowly building within me.

Again my thoughts left the present and passed back to this afternoon.
I remembered, as I lay on the bed, reaching down over my pelvis, running my
fingers over my panties. I remembered the moistness of the thin piece of silken
underwear, as I let my fingers slip under the panties. I thought of my moist
vaginal lips, how the wetness felt. I remembered how I slowly began to gently
tease my soaking vagina, the intense feelings as I ran my fingers between the
soft labial folds, carefully sliding along side my swollen clitoris. I remember
gently stroking my clitoris, slowly forming circles around it. I could almost
feel the quivers my throbbing clitoris passed upward into my abdomen during
that afternoon’s pleasures when I brought myself to a very fulfilling orgasm.

I took another sip of wine, and my mind returned to the present. He
looked back at me as he stood before the fire, stoking the logs. A soft smile
appeared upon his lips before he turned back to the fire. I watched him as he
knelt before the fireplace and played with the burning ambers. The glow of the
fire, and the rush of the wine was slowly making my head spin. I could feel the
heat spreading through out my body. In an effort to cool off, I unconsciously
opened the top buttons of my blouse. I felt the coolness of my silk bra upon my
breasts. Through clouded eyes I looked for him. He rose, and walked from the
room, stating the need to get another bottle of wine. I heard his footsteps,
descending the stairs to the wine cellar. There I sat, the warmth of the fire,
the coolness of my silk undergarments upon my skin, alone.

I closed my eyes, and laid my head back upon the soft cushions of the
couch behind me. My head was spinning, both from the wine and the thoughts of
the pleasures I gave myself earlier. I could still feel the tingling glow from
the orgasm I had this afternoon. Opening my eyes, I starred at the burning
logs. The warmth of the fire spread up over my chest and radiated up to my
neck. The heat was stirring a desire within me. In a daze, I opened the
remaining buttons of my blouse. The coolness, as the open blouse bared my
chest, stirred me to greater desire. My hand moved again to my chest. I undid
the front clasp of the bra, and let the cups fall away from my breasts. My
fingers reached for my nipple. I began to massage the swollen tip with my thumb
and index finger, and gave in to the pleasure of the moment. My thoughts were
no longer of the pleasures of this afternoon, but rather of the intensity that
was now building deep within my groin. I could feel my nipple hardening as I
continued to massage the tip.

Slowly, my other hand moved towards my breasts. Its fingers reached
for the nipple, and I began to gently massage the hardened nipple between my
thumb and index finger. Both nipples were now engorged and throbbed with
pleasure as my fingers massaged the tips. I moaned softly as the waves of
pleasure my fingers created upon my breasts spread to my pelvis. I was in a
world of my own, concentrating only on the throbbing within my groin & abdomen
as I continued the intense stimulation of my nipples. I crossed my legs and by
tensing my thigh muscles applied a gentle pressure upon my groin. I began to
rock my pelvis, increasing the intensity of the pressure upon my vaginal lips
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Special thanx to: Walks-by-Night, The Unknown, Mr. Spock,
Midnight Orgy and Mad Bones

While out shopping at one of the many malls located conveniently near
me, I wandered into a water-bed store. When I entered, I saw the most beautiful
woman that I have ever seen. She was as beautiful as some of your monthly Pets.
I thought of my secret fantasy of fucking her in front of the few people in the
store.
This goddess of beauty made her way over me.
“Can I help you?” she said.
You sure can. honey, I thought to myself. “Oh, yes,” I answered. I
asked her for a certain model of sheet cover and she went in the back to check
on it. I couldn’t help but stare at her gorgeous buttocks, and thought to
myself that she had to have the nicest ass in the history of split flesh. Her
body did not stop. My thoughts were interrupted when I noticed her standing in
front of me, staring at my now-erect love tool.
“I found what you were looking for. Come back with me and I will show
you,” she said. I followed and before I could offer any resistance, she tore
off most of my clothes and threw me on the bed. We kissed passionately and then
she started to nibble on the head of my penis. She worked down my rod and
licked my balls, and she didn’t stop until I spewed my penis cream over her
face and down her throat. As I was coming, I told her my fantasy of making love
in public. It was easy to convince her to move our copulating to one of the
water beds outside in the shop. Since it was almost closing time, I gussed she
figured it would be safe.
We dressed and walked casually toward one of the sensual water beds set
up in the middle of the store. We lay down as if we were just a young couple
testing out the bed to see if it was comfortable. I unbuttoned her shirt to
reveal her large, firm breasts and rock-hard nipples. I was really turned on. I
slipped off her dress and panties as she disrobed me. Our sexual act caught the
attention of several customers. I lifted her up and placed her under the
sheets. She whispered in my ear to fuck her with all I had. I got under the
covers and slid my rod into her tight love tunnel. I was so aroused that I came
almost immediately, and her climax followed several seconds after mine.
She was moaning for more. So we turned around and got into a sixty-
nine position, this time without the concealment of the cover. She began to
suck like there was no tomorrow. I slid my tongue around the circumference of
her labia and tongued her clit until she was about to climax. I finally dove
right in and tongue-fucked her until she had four consecutive orgasms. We
fucked again while standing. Our screams almost cracked all the windows in the
store.
We finally got up and dressed. She locked up the store and told me that
she would call me again. She never did, but it didn’t matter. My fantasy had
come true.

–

Being a single man, all sorts of friends are always trying to fix me up.
One night I received a call from an old friend. His wife wanted to talk to
me.

Susan asked me I was interested in meeting a friend of her’s. She said that
she was attractive, tall and had huge boobs. I figured what the hell and said
yes.

There was a dance, at a local VFW hall the next week. Now,normally, this is
not the type of establishment that I frequent butI figured that if this is
where they wanted to go, I would go along and see what happened.

Once there, I was introduced to Mary. Mary was all that they said she was,
she was tall, about 5′ 9″, had an OK face but humongous boobs. She was also
wearing a very short, suede skirt. She had drop dead, long legs.

Things went OK and we were together until about 3 am, when we left and went
to our respective homes.

I have a job where I travel around the state and I happened to end up in
Mary’s town a few nights later. We were supposed to go out on a real date
the following Saturday but I figured I was close so I would call her.

She said to come over and we sat in her parlor talking. While we were
talking, she laid back on the couch and put her feet on my lap. She was
telling me that she was tired as she was on her feet all day.

I started to rub her feet and ever so slowly slid my hands up and down her
legs. She was wearing loose gym shorts and soon I was at the hem of the
shorts. I was trying to decide if I should go for it or not and figured,
all she can do is say no.

I slid my hand up under the shorts and was massaging her upper thighs. My
hands are not that big but I was still having a time of it as they were
restrained by the shorts.

She stopped me and said let me help you. She stood up and pulled her shorts
down. She was just wearing a pair of Calvin Klein panties.

I was sitting up on the couch and she stood on the couch and straddled my
face. While her crotch was right in front of me. She said do you have
anything to say to me?

I started kissing her crotch thru her panties and could feel her getting wet
or was it only my saliva. I was sticking my tongue in her slit thru her
panties.

I pulled the panties aside and was greeted by her hot cunt. I continued to
probe her with both my tongue and fingers and she was just about pulling my
ears off.

She started to shake, I knew she was cumming and then shot off into my mouth.
I had heard about this but had never had a woman shoot into my mouth.

She went very rigid and stood there for a moment. She then looked down at
me and said “it’s my turn to have some fun. She slid down the couch and was
soon on her knees in front of me.

She undid my belt and pulled down my pants. Since I down,t wear underwear,
I was exposed to her.

She grabbed ny dick at the base and was holding it with both hands,it’s not
that big but this is what she did anyway. She stared to lick up and down
the sides of my dick and every so often would just go at the head and suck as
hard as she could on the head.

While she was running her tongue up and down my dick, I decided that it was
time to see how big her boobs really were. She was been wearing a sweatshirt
to go along with the shorts so it was hard to tell.

I pulled the sweatshirt over her head and was greeted by a HUGE set of boobs.
I later found that they were 36 Ds. I unclasped her bra and she let if fall
to the floor.

While she was sucking my dick I was having a grand time playing with her boobs.
She had really huge nipples and when they got fully excited they were about
1/2 inch high.

She stopped sucking my dick and said that men always went for her tits. She
then said that she had a trick that men liked and proceeded to wrap her tits
around my dick.

She had gotten some pussy juice and between that and my saliva, she had no
trouble sliding my dick between her tits. She said that men liked to fuck
her tits.

She had her hands on the side of her tits and was pushing them up and down on
my dick. I told her that I could not take much of this and she said that she
could tell.

I told her to watch out and she pulled her head back. I let go with a huge
stream of cum that went up in the air about a foot and then fell all over her
tits.

She grabbed my cum and rubbed it around her nipples and then took my dick and
also rubbed that around them too. She then grabbed her right tit and
proceeded to lick all the cum off it and then did the same with the other
one.

She saw that my dick had gotten soft and said, “we can’t have that”and sucked
all the cum off my dick and then washed my balls with her tongue.

We decided to go back top the bed room where it was more comfortable. We
both got undressed and fell onto the bed. I went down on her again and was
lapping at her cunt.

She had a very large clit and I was pulling on it with my tongue and lips,
it appeared to drive her wild. She locked her legs around my head and I had
trouble breathing.

While I was doing this, I was also slipping my middle finger up her butt.
She was bouncing all over the bed, even more so when I started slipping her
my finger. I then put another finger in her cunt. This drove her even
crazier.

She said she loved it, having two dicks in her at once. She kept slamming
herself on my fingers and then asked me to put two fingers up her ass.

I did this and off she went again. She said that she needed something bigger
up her ass and asked me if I went in for that. Little did she know that this
was my favorite way.

She got down on all fours and said there was a tube of flavored jelly in the
drawer under the bed. I smeared some of this on my dick and her butt and was
just about ready to slip it to her.

She stopped me and said that she wanted to get something else. I didn’t know
what she was going to do so I said sure. She got up and went into the
bathroom and came back with a 6 inch dildo. She said she was ready and I
started to put my dick in her ass.

I noticed that she had swallowed the dildo and while I was giving it to her
up the ass, she was sucking on the dildo.

Her ass was so tight, aren’t they all, unless they had a million in their
ass? I don’t have a big dick, it’s only about 6 inches when angry and was
able to slip the whole length in after a time. My balls were slapping on her
cheeks.

I was pounding away at her and she sucking on the dick like it was real.
The thought of fucking someone while they blow another guy has always been a
fantasy of mine and I soon lost it up her ass.

I came again, not much as I had only cum about 15 minutes earlier and as
she felt me cumming, she made the muscles in her ass tighten and locked me in.

I collapsed on top of her but she wanted more. She pulled my dick out of her
ass and started sucking me again. I only had one other woman do this before.
She soon had me hard enough to fuck her and she sat on my dick.

She was fucking me from above and at the same time she was kissing her
nipples until she collapsed on top of me.

She said later that she always wanted to try it with two dicks for real and
was I interested? Not one to look a good thing in the mouth, I said sure.

While out shopping at one of the many malls located conveniently near
me, I wandered into a water-bed store. When I entered, I saw the most
beautiful woman that I have ever seen. She was as beautiful as some of your
monthly Pets. I thought of my secret fantasy of fucking her in front of the few
people in the store.
This goddess of beauty made her way over me.
“Can I help you?” she said.
You sure can. honey, I thought to myself. “Oh, yes,” I answered. I
asked her for a certain model of sheet cover and she went in the back to check
on it. I couldn’t help but stare at her gorgeous buttocks, and thought to
myself that she had to have the nicest ass in the history of split flesh. Her
body did not stop. My thoughts were interrupted when I noticed her standing
in front of me, staring at my now-erect love tool.
“I found what you were looking for. Come back with me and I will show
you.”" she said, I followed and before I could offer any resistance, she tore
off most of my clothes and threw me on the bed. We kissed passionately and
then she started to nibble on the head of my penis. She worked down my rod and
licked my balls, and she didn’t stop until I spewed my penis cream over her
face and down her throat. As I was coming, I told her my fantasy of making
love in pubic. It was easy to convince her to move our copulating to one of
the water beds outside in the shop. Since it was almost closing time, I gussed
she figured it would be safe.
We dressed and walked casually toward one of the sensual water beds
set up in the middle of the store. We lay down as if we were just a young
couple testing out the bed to see if it was comfortable. I unbuttoned her
shirt to reveal her large, firm breasts and rock-hard nipples. I was really
turned on. I slipped off her dress and panties as she disrobed me. Our sexual
act caught the attention of several customers. I lifted her up and placed her
under the sheets. She whispered in my ear to fuck her with all I had. I got
under the covers and slid my rod into her tight love tunnel. I was so aroused
that I came almost immediately, and her climax followed several seconds
after mine.
She was moaning for more. So we turned around and got into a sixty-
nine position, this time without the concealment of the cover. She began to
suck like there was no tomorrow. I slid my tongue around the circumference
of her labia and tongued her clit until she was about to climax. I finally
dove right in and tongue-fucked her until she had four consecutive orgasms. We
fucked again while standing. Our screams almost cracked all the windows in the
store.
We finally got up and dressed. She locked up the store and told me
that she would call me again. She never did, but it didn’t matter. My fantasy
had come true.

–

Special thanx to: Walks-by-Night, The Unknown, Mr. Spock,
Midnight Orgy and Mad Bones

While out shopping at one of the many malls located conveniently near
me, I wandered into a water-bed store. When I entered, I saw the most beautiful
woman that I have ever seen. She was as beautiful as some of your monthly Pets.
I thought of my secret fantasy of fucking her in front of the few people in the
store.
This goddess of beauty made her way over me.
“Can I help you?” she said.
You sure can. honey, I thought to myself. “Oh, yes,” I answered. I
asked her for a certain model of sheet cover and she went in the back to check
on it. I couldn’t help but stare at her gorgeous buttocks, and thought to
myself that she had to have the nicest ass in the history of split flesh. Her
body did not stop. My thoughts were interrupted when I noticed her standing in
front of me, staring at my now-erect love tool.
“I found what you were looking for. Come back with me and I will show
you,” she said. I followed and before I could offer any resistance, she tore
off most of my clothes and threw me on the bed. We kissed passionately and then
she started to nibble on the head of my penis. She worked down my rod and
licked my balls, and she didn’t stop until I spewed my penis cream over her
face and down her throat. As I was coming, I told her my fantasy of making love
in public. It was easy to convince her to move our copulating to one of the
water beds outside in the shop. Since it was almost closing time, I gussed she
figured it would be safe.
We dressed and walked casually toward one of the sensual water beds set
up in the middle of the store. We lay down as if we were just a young couple
testing out the bed to see if it was comfortable. I unbuttoned her shirt to
reveal her large, firm breasts and rock-hard nipples. I was really turned on. I
slipped off her dress and panties as she disrobed me. Our sexual act caught the
attention of several customers. I lifted her up and placed her under the
sheets. She whispered in my ear to fuck her with all I had. I got under the
covers and slid my rod into her tight love tunnel. I was so aroused that I came
almost immediately, and her climax followed several seconds after mine.
She was moaning for more. So we turned around and got into a sixty-
nine position, this time without the concealment of the cover. She began to
suck like there was no tomorrow. I slid my tongue around the circumference of
her labia and tongued her clit until she was about to climax. I finally dove
right in and tongue-fucked her until she had four consecutive orgasms. We
fucked again while standing. Our screams almost cracked all the windows in the
store.
We finally got up and dressed. She locked up the store and told me that
she would call me again. She never did, but it didn’t matter. My fantasy had
come true.

–

When I broke my right leg after being up at the resort for only a few
days, I thought the good times were finished. But after a day or
two, when all that was left of the skiing accident was my leg in a
cast, I started to get friendly with Elizabeth. Sleek and slender
with long auburn hair and cat-green eyes, she had the kind of boobs
that made my mouth go dry. Her ski sweater filled to over-flowing.

Everyone was out on the slopes, and Elizabeth and I were in my room,
laying in front of the fire. Elizabeth had her head nestled on my
shoulder and one leg over my cast. I inhaled the fragrance from her
hair, then I started to kiss her throat and her ear. She moaned
softly.

I slid my hand in the back of her sweater and slowly started to rub
her back. Elizabeth sighed and snuggled closer. I explored her silky
mouth with my tongue; when I found a sensitive spot, she responded
with a little shiver. Elizabeth sucked my tongue. I nibbled on her
lips, licked them, and they seemed to swell with passion.

I felt Elizabeth press her crotch against my cast. She murmured with
pleasure and pressed again, harder. I slipped my hand into her
panties, massaging and squeezing her. In slow, easy waves, Elizabeth
rubbed herself against my leg.

“This is heaven,” she whispered.

She stripped off her panties, and when I started to get up, she said,
“No, don’t move.” She snuggled against me again. Her pussy flashed a
bright pink – now I knew where the term “hot pink” came from – and
her clitoris stood out, wet and slick with her arousal. She dipped
her fingers into her lovehold and gave me a taste, letting me suck
her fingers clean.

Furiously now, Elizabeth began to hump my cast, jerking her hips up
and down, rubbing her love juice over me, grinding her clit into my
leg. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open in concentration. She
was panting, and her voice was a steady sing-song of passion.

A powerful orgasm soon shook her entire body. She gave a small
scream, her legs quivering. She twitched and pushed her spasming
pussy against my cast. “Oh, that’s so good,” she said. Later, after
she had gotten her breath back, she murmured, “Thank you.”

Since returning from the ski trip, Elizabeth has come over to my
place several times – and it is amazing how creative that girl is
with a cast!

–

The second day of driving, he stopped for lunch and realized
that he would run out of gas before the next town. The more he
looked around, the more he came to realize, this place was
different.

In the town he had left the day before, the women were still
wearing coats and sweaters. Even though spring had just started,
hear the women were running round in Bikini’s and shorts. Tim
looked around and found a casino to go into.

Tim had just finished loading his remaining quarters into a
slot machine, when over at the bar, he noticed a petit oriental
woman staring out onto the gaming floor, sort of looking off at
nothing in particular.

After about 30 minutes of small-talk, she suddenly asked
me if I would rub some suntan lotion on her back. Trying to
hide my excitement, I agreed. She turned on her stomach,
and unstrapped her top. I began rubbing the lotion up
around her neck, and slowly worked my way down, . Her skin
was soft and sexy, and her tan was very dark. I found my
hands wandering off of her back, around towards her breasts,
but she gently guided them back to where they started,
whispering “LATER”..I continued down her sensuous back, until
I reached her ass. I leaned closer, staring at it in
awe. It was a piece of art. I longed to guide my cock in
between her buns, but I managed to resist. I jumped past
her gorgeous ass, down to her long, sexy legs. I took my
time there. Finally, I reached her feet. She wore purple
nail polish on her toes, and I was so horny that even this
began to turn me on. When I was completely done, she asked
me if I would go back to her beach house for some lunch.
I agreed, but lunch was not what I was hoping for!

When we got there, she asked if I would like to take a
shower first..I thought that she meant with her, but we ended
up taking separate showers…She made hamburgers for
lunch, and as we were eating, she began to run her toes up and
down my leg under the table. Then she lifted her foot as high
as my crotch, and started to gently rub my shaft with her toe
The two of us quickly swallowed what was left of lunch, and
she led me to her bedroom.. We both quickly stripped, and
she sank to her knees and began sucking my swelled rod.

She deep throated me, and I came. She swallowed with a
smile and lay down on the bed, motioning for me to eat
her pussy. I assure you that it was a very sweet and
juicy desert. Then we got into the 69 position, and enjoyed
one another at the same time. Finally, she pulled me
on top of her, and guided my rod into her hot, steaming
cunt. The rest of the day was spent making mattress magic.

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned.”

That was how I began kneeling in that little cubicle asking
the local parish priest to intercede for me. “It has been two months
since my last confession and these are my sins.”

“Go ahead my daughter,” Father Ryan said to me.

“Father, I have lied, I have disobeyed my parents, and I have
sworn. And …”

“Yes, my dear,” he urged me to continue.

“And father, I have fucked 16 boys.”

I heard Father Ryan suck in his breath at that one. But, regaining
his compsure rapidly, he said merely, “Tell me more my child.” And this
is the story that I related to him.

I guess I should begin by saying that my name is Jenny though
some of my friends call me Jen. I guess soon some of them might be
calling me slut. But that’s okay, ’cause I guess it’s probably trye.
In any case, I’m sixteen years old, kinda’ plain looking I guess,
smallish, with glasses. Actually, I’m not much more than 5-feet tall and
usually weigh around 95 pounds. I still think I’ve got a decent body
and, considering my size, my boobs are downright decent.

I was always a good Christian. I seldom had dates but when I
did, I was pretty firm in brushing off any advances. But that all changed
a couple of weeks ago. Me and my girlfriend Sue went to the movies together
with her twin brother Don. Don is kind of the nerdy type and you can
leave it to him to do the nerdy thing.

We were watching the movie when Sue got up to go to the rest
room. Don, who had been sitting next to his sister slid over a seat next
to me. After a few moments he asked me if I wanted some popcorn. I said
sure and put my hand into the box. Well, the asshole had put a hole in
the bottom, unzipped his fly, and had his huge cock poking though it.
Very original!

I was pissed. “I don’t believe you did that,” I said to him
loudly enough so that other people turned to look. “You are a jerk.”

“Shhhh,” he said to me looking around nervously. “Don’t tell
Sue, okay?”

His eyes looked terrified and I felt a little sorry for him. I
reached back into the popcorn box and his cock had shrunk into a pathetic
little shrivel. I felt a twinge of excitement in my groin and began
playing with his penis. It quickly regained its former stature and he
began breathing heavily.

“I do this with my sister all the time,” he whispered between
pants. As I was digesting the significance of that statement he exploded
a disgusting gooey mess all over my hand. Not ten seconds later, Sue
arrived and I excused myself to go the lady’s room. I cleaned up in
there.

Nobody said a word about the whole affair and that night I went
to bed and thought about the whole thing. I fantasized about touching
that cock, about putting it into my mouth, about being fucked by it.
My hand unconsciously dropped to my crotch and, for the first time in
my life, I soon masturbated myself to a delicious orgasm.

A couple of days later I saw Don in school and he said to me,
“You wanna’ get together after classes?” I shook my head but he said
“Meet me at the 7-11 at 4.” I walked away without saying anything.

The rest of the classes seemed to drag by as I thought about
the conversation. I couldn’t let a little prick like that boss me
around but I wanted to hear more about him and his sister. And I
a found myself squirming as my pussy got wetter and wetter. By the
end of the day I was both embarassed at my predicament and horny as
hell. I may have been a virgin, but I now knew what the it was like
to be in a nympho-rage.

And so it was that I found myself in the parking lot of the
local 7-11 at the appointed time. And there was Don sitting in the
shit-box of a Renault that he called a car. I walked up to the
driver’s side window and he said to me, “Get around and get in.”
I rebelled slightly at the thought of being bossed around but I
was always pretty easy to dominate. Maybe it was because of my
petitness.

So I got in the car and barely closed the door before he was
backing up the car and driving off. I looked at him as he silently
concentrated on the driving. He was UGLY, that was the only word for
it. But, I was attracted.

And so it was that he drove some several miles into the country
finally arriving at a dirt lane that led into an old, abandoned farm. He
drove the car around the back of the barn with the pitching and swaying
of the auto’s jiggling bringing waves of excitement over me. My legs
trembled slightly as I left the vehicle when Don elicited the simple
comment, “OK, we’re here.”

In the back of my mind, thoughts of “where does this cocksucker
get off treating me this way?” wandered briefly but I quickly pushed
them aside. Don led me through an opening in the back to a ladder
leading to a loft.

“You first,” he commanded. I blushed slightly at the thought
that he would have a perfect view looking up my skirt as I scaled the
ladder. As I neared the top I looked down and, sure enough, he was
looking straight up. I wondered if my wetness had dampened my panties.

Don scrambled up the ladder quickly and stood in front of me
leering. I backed away slightly as I saw the bulge growing in his pants.
“Kiss me,” he said reaching out.

He grabbed the back of my head and and put his mouth over mine.
His tongue soon invaded my mouth as he edged me back against the wall.
Then his body was pressing into mine and I could feel his hard cock
pressing against me. Soon, his hands we’re dropping to my tits and
rubbing them both. “No,” I said breaking the kiss and attempting to
get from between him and the wall of the old barn.

“FUCK!” he yelled stepping away, “Make up your mind, bitch!
Do you want me or not?”

“I’m scared, Don,” I said to him in a quivering voice. “What will
people think?”

“Well then, fuck you,” he said with venom dripping from his voice.
“If you change you’re mind let me know.” With that he started for the
ladder.

“Please don’t go,” I said.

“Well then,” he began turning back towards me, “No more of this
nonsense. I’m the boss here and you will do whatever I tell you. Do you
understand?”

“Yes,” I whimpered feeling all vestiges of pride draining from me.
This nerd of a guy with the pimples was going to fuck me right here and
now. And, he was not going to be nice about it.

“That’s better but, and I’ll only warn you this once, you will do
whatever I say or you will be promptly punished. Your body will be mine
whenever I desire and for whatever I want to use it for.” He looked at
me with a look of smug victory. Though a part of me rebelled at being
talked to this way, a bigger part of me melted. The thought of punishment
brought waves of pleasure to my now sopping groin.

“I will do whatever you want me to, Don,” I said simply.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded.

I must have hesitated because he grabbed me and threw me face first
over a couple of old saw horses. It didn’t occur to me till later that
they were deliberately placed for the purpose of what was to follow.

I found myself face down bent over the horses. My skirt was quickly
lifted up and I dared not to resist. Just as quickly I felt my panties
being violently lowered till they were around my knees. I shivered as I
felt a finger draw a line from the top of the crack of my ass to the
front of my pussy. It paused at my asshole and my cunt-hole.

Then I cried out as his hand came careening down to whack me on
my ass. Again and again blows came down as I received a humiliating
spanking. I squirmed and tried to put my hands back to ward off the
blows but he merely grabbed both of my wrists in one hand as he spanked
me with the other. My ass grew warm as the punishment turned my cheeks
bright red. After what must have been thirty blows, the spanking stopped.

“Now bitch, I’m gonna’ pop the virgin cherry of yours and you’re
gonna love it!” I looked back to see his cock sticking out of his
unzippered pants bulging big and purple. It looked about three-feet long
to me. With one push he was inside of me as I felt the hymen of my
youth being torn away. It hurt but not as bad as the spanking did.

He thrust in and out of me harder and harder and his hands
groped inside of my blouse for my tits. I began moving my hips to
match his thrusts as I felt the second orgasm of my life welling inside
of me. Then I came in deep, delicious pulsations. Not thirty seconds
later I came again as he pushed himself ever more violently into
my pussy. “Oh, God,” I screamed as I came yet a third time and he too
began grunting as he exploded inside of me. I half collapsed onto the
floor as he backed away.

“Lick it off,” he said to me.

I knelt in front of him and took his now shrinking member into
my mouth and licked it clean with my tongue. Looking down, he examined
his member and clucked a quiet approval. “I will drive you home now, but
I expect to meet you the same place, same time tomorrow. Understand?”

“Yes, Don,” I said meekly.

That night, I lay in bed thinking of the days events. My crotch
felt as though I still had him inside of me. I wondered wether he was
big or small as far as guys went. It had looked HUGE to me. Then, my
thoughts drifted to how he bossed me around and how he punished me. My
fingers drifted to my cunt and I started rubbing myself harder and
harder till I came as I remembered the humiliating spaking the pimple-
faced nerd had administered. Was I becoming a whore?

The next day was a little less dramatic from a pain stand point
of view. I met Don as instructed and we drove to the same location. While
outside, Don instructed me to remove my panties. I did so and he threw
them on the front seat of the car. Again, I climbed the ladder first and
again, he peered up but this time at my exposed pussy. I was already wet.

In the loft, I looked around quickly. The barn itself had obviously
not been used for farming activities in some years. However, the upstairs
looked as though it had been. I didn’t know if it was just Don or if other
guys came up here. I wondered if Don brought his sister up here or if
they fucked at home or if they fucked at all. There was some weird con-
traptions hanging from the ceiling and from one of the side walls. I was
pretty sure they were not related to any farming activities but said
nothing to Don.

“Remove your clothes,” Don said to me. I began to unbutton my
blouse when he shrieked, “Quickly!”. My clothes were on the floor in
30 seconds.

“Lay on that pile of hay and masturbate yourself,” he said.

I moved to the far end of the floor where a thick pile of hay lay
and laid down with my legs spread facing Don. I felt self-conscious but
I my ass was still sore from the spanking I had received yesterday and so,
I did not want to receive another. I closed my eyes and let my hand rove
my body. I soon found myself fantasizing about the fucking I had received
yesterday and it wasn’t long before my groping fingers found their way
inside my sloppy pussy. I opened my eyes to see if Don was watching and
saw him sitting on one of the saw-horses with an abviously huge erection
bulging through his pants. Oh, how I wanted that cock! And then, I came
in a shower of sparks.

I laid back and said quietly, “I did what you asked, Don, now
please fuck me. Fuck me, okay?”

Don looked at me and smiled wickedly. “You were okay and so, today
you will be rewarded. Undress me.”

I got up and walked over to him. I unbuttoned his short and ran
my hands over his chest. Next, my hands worked down to his pants and I
rubbed his erect penis through the material. I heard him gasp slightly.

Withing a few minutes I found myself back on the floor with
Don thrusting his face between my legs. He was going to eat me! I reached
down and clutched the back of his head as I felt his tongue and his lips
working over my cunt. He reached out and lifted my legs upon to his shoul-
ders exposing me to deep thrusts of his tongue into my pussy that started
to make me tingle with another building orgasm. Next, I felt his fingers
starting to probe my asshole. With a suddent thrust, he inserted a finger
deep inside of my that sent me over the edge into another climax that
seemed to be the deepest yet.

“Fuck me,” I begged hoarsely between contractions.

With my legs still on his shoulders, Don guided his penis into
me. Just the head at first, in and out, in and out. “Harder,” I cried,
“Farther. Stick it into me.” I was wild with frenzy and wanted him to
fuck the living daylights out of me. I wanted to not be able to walk
for a week.

With that he bent my legs far forward and started attacking me
with glee. Harder and deeper his thrusts went. I could feel his balls
slapping against my ass as he seemed to be ripping me apart. “Oh, God,
I’m gonna’ come again,” I screamed. And then I exploded into climax
after climax. I reached as best I could to his ass and pulled him
hard trying to get that clorious cock to somehow find away to sink yet
deeper. “Fuck me, Don. Fuck me, Don,” I said timed to each thrust of
his hips. “Make it hurt,” I cried.

I reached down and felt his balls which eveidently was more
than he could stand. I felt his cock throb inside of me and then
he gushed spurt after spurt of semen inside of me. It felt wonderful!

Don collapsed onto the floor panting and I pulled his head onto
my breast, gently stroking his hair. “That was wonderful, my lover,”
I said to him, “Can we do this every day.”

This went on for a number of weeks, though not every day. We
explored new positions and new locales. We did it in the boys rest
room before school hours, in my parents bed one day when they weren’t
home, even in a church pew. Don was like a schizophrenic. Some days
he was very nice to me. Other days came frightful punishments when
I didn’t please him just so. Though the sex was great, I came to
like it better when accompanied by the punishment.

School let out for the summer and July 4th was just around
the corner when he said to me, “Jenny, you’re ready now.”

“Ready for what?” I asked automatically unbuttoning my
blouse.

“Tell your parents that you are spending Independence day
with me and my sister. That’s actually the truth but I have a suprise
for you.”

My heart beat a little faster as I realized I might find out
just what the hell, if anything, was going on between Don and Sue. I
had thought about it often with emotions torn between excitement
that she was fucking her own brother and out and out jealousy.

July 4th rolled around and, for a change, Don drove to the
house to pick me up. I waved good bye to my parents telling them
I did not know exactly when I would be home but that it would
probably be shortly after the fireworks. I didn’t say exactly what
types of fireworks I had in mind.

I was disappointed to see that Sue was not in the car. Don
merely said that I would see her later and he drove off. After
traversing several blocks, he pulled the car to the side of the
road and handed me a bag. Put these on, he said simply. Inside
of the bag was sone flimsy night clothes and a blind-fold.

“Don, I can’t,” I said looking at the cars going by.

“Do it you fucking whore!” he snarled at me. “Do it or
I’m going to bring you home and you’ll never know what you missed
today.”

I slinkered down into the car seat and stripped off my clothes
and put on the lingerie he had brought to me. It was actually a two
piece suit with purple panties and a matching see through nightie.
Last, I put on the blindfold.

“Put your hands in front of you,” he said. I did so and felt
the cold iciness of steel locking around my wrists. He handcuffed me!
“Don’t touch the blind-fold,” he commanded.

After another fifteen minutes or so of driving, I had totally
lost track of all the turns. We ended up pulling into a driveway or
a parking lot obvioulsy made of gravel. Don turned the engine off and
came around to my side of the car and opened the door. I carefully
got out and then he put something around my throat. “A dog collar,”
he announced simply.

“Now listen, very carefully,” he said, “You are to do whatever
I or anyone else says to you. Do NOT embarrass me.”

“What do you mean you or anyone else?” I said.

“Shut up.” he said jerking on the collar. He led me by the leash
across a short expanse. “Watch your step,” said to me leading me up
a set of stairs and through a door. We went through what seemed to be
a short hallway into a room where I sensed, but could not here, other
people. I heard a chain jingle and then my arms were lifted over my
head. I heard a snap and my arms were released but I couldn’t lower
them. I was chained!

“Here she is,” Don announced.

“She’s tiny,” said another voice. It sounded like a grown man.

All of a sudden, the room exploded into more voices than I could
count. Most sounded like boys around Don’s age. Others seemed older. Some
of the voices I thought I could recognize but I wasn’t certain.

I was left hanging there for several minutes as laughter and
conversation consumed the room. I was terrified. Then, I felt a hand
on my ass rubbing up and down drifting lower to feel my pussy through
the material. The hand roamed around to the front of my body and I felt
an erect cock pressing against my buttocks. First one hand, then another,
encircled my breasts and began to fondle them roughly. The the hand lowered
to my pantied and lifted them to allow entrance. The hand groped my
cunt and I felt a finger painfully inserted into me.

“The fucking cunt isn’t even wet,” the voice exclaimed at the same
time as I heard the obvious clicking of a camera.

All of a sudden there were hands all over me. I was lowered from
the chain that suspended me. What few clothes I had were torn off as
I was pushed from one set of open arms to another. I was kissed roughly
by one, had one pussy grabbed by another, and on and on and on.

After what seemed an eternity I was dragged several feet and
forced to lay over the knees of somebody who smelled as though he had
been drinking. Smack! I felt the familiar stinging sensation as a hand
came down forcefully on my ass. Smack! The sound rang through the room
as voices urged my punisher on. Smack! The hand that was punishing me
seemed much larger and meatier than Don’s. In any case, the blows
were much harder. Smack!

This went on for five or six minutes. I cried out in pain but
that only caused the blows to come down harder. “Bitch,” the voice
exclaimed in time with the spanking. “You’ve gotta lesson to learn
and you’re gonna learn it now!”. Smack!

Gradually, my howls of pain mixed with howls of lust as I
heard all the male voices urging my tormentor on. Where was Don,
I wondered? Who cares!

All at once the spanking stopped but I was still pinned across
his knees. I began to think of him as Superman. One of Superman’s
hands was planted in my back holding me down. The other he slipped
between my legs and started moving to my pussy. I was so sopping wet
that I could smell myself in heat. At the moment of rough contact,
I exploded into an orgasm.

“The bitch is ready,” he announced standing up and allowing
me to uncerimoniously roll onto the floor. “You all draw numbers
like usual, but the cunt is mine first!”

Draw numbers? All of a sudden, it occurred (or re-occurred)
to me that I was in a room – where I didn’t know – with a bunch of
men – who I didn’t know – being sexually abused. Gawd! It was
wonderful!!!

I heard some comotion and then a whining voice complain,
“Sixteen! That sucks!.”

“No, the bitch sucks,” said Superman, “Watch.”

“Get on your knees,” he said. I knew he was talking to me but,
even if I hadn’t, the jerking of the leash which was still around
my neck, would have told me. I knelt in the direction that Superman’s
voice seemed to be coming from and, with my wrists still cuffed,
groped till I felt the legs in front of me. I groped further and
my hands felt the erection of a monster cock through the pants
material. “You know what to do.”

I unzipped him and felt around finally extracting ‘Super-Penis’
through the hole in his underwear. It fell out and hit me in the mouth.
I took it between my lips and started licking and sucking as my hands
went up and down the shaft. The son-of-a-bitch was huge. Not only was
he much longer than Don, but it was wide!

All of a sudden Superman’s hand reached behind my head and
grabbed me. Then he began to wham his prick into my mouth. I tried to
push against him with my hands but he was to strong. Farther and
farther he pushed and all I could do was open my mouth wider and give
him a clear access to my throat.

Soon, he was actually in my throat and I was fighting a
gagging reflex. But he thrust his hips ever forward while holding my
head still. All at once, he gave a big thrust forward and I felt his
balls slapping against my chin. My nose was in his mat of tangled
pubic hair as his cock impaled my throat deeply.

“Suck and lick you fucking whore-bitch,” he commanded.

With his cock so deep in me, stretching my throat to the
bursting point, I reangled my head to give Super-Penis a straighter
path. I swished my tongue over the base of his cock feeling the
hairs between my teeth. I moved my whole body back and forth letting
his cock slide up and down my throat. I began to get excited as I
felt his cock stiffen and get even bigger. I knew he was about to
cum. And, all of a sudden cum he did. It seemed like gallons of it
gushing into my mouth and throat. I could feel some escape and drip
down from the corner of my mouth.

No sooner was Superman down with me than a smaller set of hands
grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down on the floor. “Hello whore,”
a voice attached to the hands, “I’m going to fuck you. And so is
everyone in this room. And then we’re going to fuck you again.”

All I could do in response was moan as I felt my pussy contract.
The hands groped my breasts and squashed them against my chest.
I decided to call this one Number 2. He grabbed the chain between the
cuffs than bound my wrists and forced my arms over my head. Another
set of hands then pinned my arms to the floor as I heard Number 2
unzip his fly. He knelt down roughly spreading my legs wide and
quickly penetrated my cunt. His cock felt more Don-size and I took
him easily. “Tell me you love me,” he said to me as he thrust rapidly
into and out of me. His voice seemed young, maybe younger than Don’s.

“I love you,” I said. I felt another orgasm welling inside of
me as his cock started to stiffen. But instead of shotting his load
into me, he pulled out. I felt his cum spraying over my face and
and tits.

“One your hands and knees,” came the deep voice of number
three. These guys were fucking me almost faster than I count. Number
2 was the slam-bam-thank-you-ma’m type but, I had a feeling this
guy was going to be different.

Obeying the voice which sounded like an older black man’s,
I rolled over onto my tummy and raised myself onto my hands and knees.
I felt his hands on the upper part of my back and then felt him
squatting behind me. He entered me from behing with one big push of
a cock as long as Superman’s but not as thick. “Give me a ride,”
the deep voice commanded. I felt him take up the leash and jerk me
by the throat.

His weight was partially on my back and partially on my legs
as he stayed impaled in me. He must have been taking most of his
weight himself in his squatting position because I was able to
‘carry’ him as I began to crawl on my hands and knees. He humped me
while we slowly moved in whatever direction he jerked the leash.
He said something to me that I didn’t hear because I was concentrating
on that delicious cock buried inside of me. My head came jerking up
violently and I started to gag as he pulled on the leash sharply.
“I said to bark, bitch,” the low voice growled. “Bark like the dog
that you are!”

So, with a dick in my cunt, handcuffs on my wrists, a blind-
fold over my eyes, a leash around my neck, and a big, black man
riding me, I crawled around the room barking and growling like a
dog. Because that was what I had been told to do.

This was a long fuck and I came several times in small waves
of orgasm. But, all good things have to come to and end and I soon
felt the now familiar sensation of Number 3’s cock starting to grow
and throb inside of me. With that he pulled out of me and rolled me
onto the floor on my back and came all over my face and tits. I
stuck my tongue out greedily trying to suck up some of that cum.

“Now, my boy,” number three said to me, “jerk him off.”

I felt the presence of another body in front of me. Number
four was much smaller than the last one – presumably his son – and
had his dick already exposed waving in my face. For a small boy,
the dick was big.

I began to fondle his member and heard his breathing become
deeper rapidly. After no more than thirty seconds I massaged his
balls to be greeted my a massive explosion of sticky cum on my face.
I felt is dripping onto my tits and my belly. The boy was quick and
this was greeted by laughter around the room.

Feeling bad for the kid, I leaned forward to take his cock
into my mouth but instead had my arms roughly grabbed from behind.
I was jerked away and dragged across the floor to the cheering of
the spectators. “Now it’s my turn,” snarled a voice.

Dripping with cum in my face, in my hair, and hanging from
the nipples on my tits, I laid there in the middle of the floor
waiting to find out which way number five intended to mount me.
I didn’t have long to wait. “Don’t just lay there, bitch. Sit on
it.”

With that several sets of hands picked me up and put me
down ontop of him. He was already lying on the floor, face up,
and buck naked as far as I could tell. “Put it in,” he commanded
simply.

I reached down underneath me as well as I could with the
cuffs and, adjusting my position somewhat, grabbed his cock and
moved it towards my sloppy vagina. I assumed a squatting position
and lowered myself onto him. He seemed to be sized about like Don
but I wished he were sized more like number 1 or even number 3.
That is, until he actually entered me. I’d never done it this
way before and he felt huge with my weight pressing me down and
his cock impaling me from below.

“Fuck me,” he said, “You do the work – I’m tired.”

I began to raise and lower myself seven or eight inches
at a time. Despite what he said, he was raising his hips up
every time I lowered myself to sink himself as deep in me as he
could. The room was becoming noisy and a chant went up, “Hump
the bitch, hump the bitch.”

Though my legs were tiring, the fucking went on a long
time. I smelled liquor being poured in the room and I felt the
presence of bodies pressing close. A bottle of something foul
was pressed to my lips and I was forced to drink something
that burned my throat as it went down. At that, number five
started pumping vigorously into me and I came for the umpteenth
time. Unlike the others, I felt him stiffen inside of me and
then cum in spurts of delicious goo inside of me. I continued
to pumping even after I felt him go soft.

A voice then called saying, “Now it’s my turn, whore.
Come here.” The voice seemed to come from my left and I got up
and walked wobbly leg to where the voice seemed to come from.
Hands kept running over my body. One set stopped me from behind,
cupped my left breast roughly with one hand and stuck a finger
into my ass with the other.

“Now, fuck me,” said the voice that went with the finger.
Evidently, this was number six. Number six lowered me to the
floor on my back and threw my legs onto his shoulders and then
thrust his cock into my pussy. He leaned forward heavily till
my legs were almost over my ears and my cunt was facing straight
up. He pumped me so hard that I yelled in pain, “You’re killing me!”
That only brought a howl of laughter from the gaggle of males
that seemed to be pressing around. And number six fucked me long and
hard exploding his cum deep inside of me, so deep that I thought
he was going to come out of my throat. I didn’t have an orgasm
with him.

“Stand up,” I was told when he was though with me. So I
stood up and felt gooey jism drip down the inside of my legs. I
feared I must have looked a mess and I could smell myself. I
smelled like a whorehouse.

“Drink some more,” said a voice. The bottle of, I guessed
it must have been whiskey, was pushed to my lips again and, gagging,
I got several swallows down. I began to feel whoozy. “I have to
go to the bathroom,” I announced.

“So go ahead,” said the voice of someone who, though I hadn’t
fucked him yet, I certainly would soon.

“Where?” I asked.

“Right where you are, bitch!” said the voice. I felt something
being shoved between my legs. “Into the pail standing up.”

“No,” I said, “please don’t make me do that.”

“Who’s next?” the voice raged in anger.

“I am,” answered a voice. It was Don!

“Well that’s good because you brought the uncooperative bitch
here in the first place. I want her punished and I want her punished
good. She has to learn some respect.”

“Come here, Jen,” Don said to me pulling me by the arm. I
was a little scared of what the punishment could be. “I’m sorry I
have to do this to you, but you’ve got it coming.”

I was led to a narrow bench of some sort and forced to bend
over it face down. My hands were clamped into some sort of restraints
at the end and I was helpless to move. A few moments later, I felt
something greasy being applied around and then into my asshole. Don
was going to fuck me in the ass! The thought both excited me and
scared me.

I heard Don – I assumed it was still him behind me – unbuckling
his belt only to be greeted by a growing chant: “Punish her! Punish
her!” I began to grow scard.

All at once a felt his young man-hood pressing around my
virgin asshole. He was pressing the head of the cock I so adored against
my rose-bud slowly spreading me. I tried to relax myself but too late.
With a sudden thrust he entered me accompanied by a howling scream coming
from my own lips. I felt like I was being ripped apart. He stood still
with his prick in my asshole as I lay writhing underneath him.

“So, do it,” came a voice that seemed to be Superman’s -
my number one. How many were we up to? That’s right, Don was number
seven.

“Is my cock in your ass?” asked Don.

“Yes,” I gasped. Though the initial waves of pain were subsiding,
I still felt like I was impaled on a telephone pole.

“Wrong answer,” he said. And then I felt the lash of the belt
across my back. I screamed and wiggled but between my hands being bound
to the bench, and his weight on my ass, I couldn’t free myself from the
source of pain.

The first lash was followed by two more leaving streaks of
pain across my upper back. “Is my cock in your ass?” he asked again
putting inflection on the last word.

“Yes,” I screamed at him hysterically not knowing what it was
I was supposed to say to him.

Three more lashes. The leather of the belt stung viciously
as I was whipped in front of this crowd of men. “Say it you dumb
bitch!” he said to me, “Is my cock in your ass?”

“Yes,” I cried, “Your cock is in my ass!”

“That’s better,” he said softly. Now he began to slow pump
himself in and out of me. “I have to punish you now, Jen,” he said,
“Because you disobeyed an order. You are a slave, a tramp, and a
whore. And you must obey immediately the command of anybody in this
room. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said, and then added, “Master.” His fucking was
becoming more vigorous and despite the pain and the humiliation,
I began raising my hips to swallow his manhood deeper into my bowels.

The belt came down again to enforce the lesson I had just
been taught. But the blows were half-hearted. Instead of the searing
pain I felt before, these hurt deliciously. Oh, I wanted to be
spanked again right there in front of all those people.

I felt Don’s penis stiffen and swell. He came inside of
my rectum in mightly lunges gushing his seed deep within my recesses.
I lifted my hips as high as I could to take him in and felt his balls
slapping against my twat.

When he withdrew from me I felt the need to evacuate my bowels
and hoped that Don didn’t have shit on the end of his dick. I also
felt pressure on my bladder reminding me that I had to pee like a
race horse.

But I wasn’t to be given an opportunity for I soon felt the
hands of number eight turning me over right on the bench forcing my
arms, which were still tied to the bench, to cross at the elbows.
He entered my pussy, now slippery with both my love juices and the
cum of I could hardly remember how many men, immediately and began
lifting me off the bench with each thrust.

Number eight seemed to be about average sized, maybe even
a little smaller, but he knew how to use what he had. My hips were
hanging over the edge of the bench and my pussy was pointing slightly
down as a result. Number eight was almost fucking me from below by
getting under me and with each thrust, burying himself into me until
the point where his cock was lifting me in the air a good six inches.
It was wonderful and I felt my come time and time again. He fucked
me for a good 15 minutes before pulling out and shooting his jism
all over my tits and stomach. All this time and he never said a
word to me.

When he was through with me, my hands were untied and I
was pulled up by the wrists. I was still handcuffed. I was led to
the same pail as before. This time I didn’t hesitate because I had
to go so bad I almost couldn’t stand it. I stood there with my legs
spread and staddling the pail and felt relief as the urine streamed
down noisily into the pail. Ahh, sweet relief. It didn’t bother me
at all that all these men were watching and laughing.

Over the next hour or so I was fucked again and again. There
was one that fucked me missionary style that couldn’t have been more
than thirteen years old. He came even more quickly than did number
six (or was it five?). He shot his load into me but most ejaculated
on my face or tits or belly. One guy lifted my legs onto his shoulders
but, instead of sticking himself into my cunt, he rammed himself into
my ass and gave me a rough butt-fucking. Unlike with Don, I came
mightily.

Number sixteen led me to the middle of the floor and forced
me to kneel in front of him and suck his cock. I felt cum leaking
from my pussy and from my violated asshole. I felt it dripping down
my face and throat, down the insides of my legs, and down my
belly from the tits. I was a mess but, now that it was almost over,
I was going to give this guy – he seemed to be just a kid – the
best blow job of his life.

I worked on him for a few minutes until he withdrew. He pulled
me to my feet and led me to the same bench as before. But, this time
I laid down in the opposite direction with my head hanging over the
edge. “Open your mouth,” he said.

Understanding, I opened myself trying to give him a clear shot
to my throat. He entered me and began pushing farther and farther.
I momentarily gagged as he entered my throat but the sound was muffled
as his manhood (boyhood?) prevented any sound from escaping. I breathed
threw my nose as he crammed himself deep in me. I swished my tongue
greedily over his his cock trying to reach around and stroke the
vein running along the bottom (or to me, the top). Then he emit a
groan as he released his load into me, most of it going right into my
throat. Some of his warm jism remained in my mouth and attempted to
suck it up but a little managed to dribble out of the corner of my
mouth.

I thought that would be it but a voice called out, “Who wants
seconds?” How long could this go on I wondered? I was helpless to leave
even if I wanted to but, I was beginning to get sore. I doubted I would
be able to walk anyway but bow-legged for weeks.

I was led to the middle of the room where I was commanded to
“Sit on it.” It sounded like number three, the black man with the long
dick. I straddled him at the hips and lowered myself onto his rejuvenated
cock. By the distance it went up into me I knew that, yes, this was
number 2.

“Now bend forward,” said another voice. It was Superman’s -
number one. The one with the HUGE pecker. I leaned forward as told
knowing what was to follow. I felt him straddle his legs around my
hips and with start to thrust himself into my rear end. He was much
bigger than the other two who had butt-fucked me and his first attempt
wasn’t successful. He then put his meaty hands on my shoulders and,
pulling against me, thrust harder into me causing me to shriek in
pain as he entered me. I felt moisture and knew that he was so big
that he was causing some bleeding. I could feel the two cocks
touching each other through the thin wall separating my nether region
from my overused pussy.

But that wasn’t enough. I then felt a third cock being pressed
against my lips. I opened my mouth to accept what I guessed to be
the dick of number nine or number ten. Without a voice, I couldn’t
be sure.

All at once, the three men started pumping. I was trapped
between the three and couldn’t move even if I had had the slightest
idea how to. Every cavity in my body was being filled with the cocks
of men that were fucking a high school girly probably half their
age.

I heard some squishing noises which turned out to be a couple
of the others masturbating themselves close by. They quickly came
onto my back but the ass/cunt/mouth fucking I was getting lasted
a while. The guy in front of me was pushing particularly hard and
I felt myself being shoved back onto the other two cocks so that
I was buried more deeply than I thought I could handle. The guy
underneath me was hitting bottom with every stroke. The guy on
top of me was shoving his member deep within the confines of
my bowels and had me spread wide open. All of a sudden I came
with violent orgasms. My whole body shook over and over as the
three men, almost simultaneously also came in me.

I must have fainted for I remember things going dark and,
the next thing I knew, I was on the bench on my back.

“Jenny,” a voice was saying sweetly. It was a feminine
voice.

“Sue?” I asked still groggy.

“It’s me, Jenny. It’s Sue. And, now it’s my turn.”

The last words didn’t really sink in. I was still trying to
figure out why it was dark. Then the blindfold, the handcuffs, and
the leash all came back to me. But I didn’t have time to say any
more for the next thing I was aware of was a damp, pungent pussy
being shoved in my face. I was to eat my girlfriend Sue!

She shoved her mound back and forth across my mouth till
my tongue darted out and began stroking her. I felt her asshole
rubbing my nose. Her hands drifted down and began rubbing my
tits and then my clit. She moaned softly as she ground her pussy
against my mouth till she let out a loud howl as she came. I
was on the edge myself and she finished me off quickly as she
lowered her face to my sopping crotch and darted her tongue
into me and over my clit.

After that, Don led me and Sue across the floor and though
a door. Among the voices that were jabbering I heard one say, “She’s
all right Don. And you did all right. Congratulations – you’re
a member.”

We were led to a room. I felt the handcuffs being removed
and Don said, “Okay, you can take the blindfolds off.”

I reached up and tore mine off in relief. I noticed that
Sue had been similary blind-folded and was surprised. Also, Sue
was as naked as I but, unlike myself, she wasn’t covered from
head to toe in men’s cum.

We showered in that room with Don standing outside of the
door. Sue explained the ordeal to me as best she could. All that she
really knew was that there was some all-male club in town. To be
a member, you had to introduce a woman to the group who was both
pretty and talented. I had never thought of myself as pretty before.
Sue also explained that the woman had to be submissive and I was
glad I was able to help Don.

She also told me of her experience several months before.
At the time, a total of 21 males were present for the ‘initiation’.
It seemed that the holiday found some members out of town. Her
mentor, a friend of Don’s named Franky had also gained admittance
to the club of which there were, evidently, about 50 activie members.

The girls were invited, but never forced, to come back. The
rules remained the same as far as blind-folds and bondage were
concerned, but lesbianism was also expected and encouraged.

When we were done, we were re-blindfolded and led outside
to the car. I could tell by the coolness that it was already evening
and that I had been fucking for seven or eight hours and not the
two or three that I thought.

Though I had washed, I felt I still smelled like a whore-house.
I liked it and wanted to do it again. But judging by the shakiness of
my legs, I guessed it would have to wait for a few weeks.

When we got close to town, Don let us take off our blind-folds
and put on our clothes. “So Sue,” I said to my friend, “Does your
brother fuck you?”

“All the time,” she said to me. “Interested in a threesome?”

“Absolutely,” I said.

We did go and see the fireworks that night to be followed by
some more intimate fireworks later.

Father Ryan was momentarily quiet as he considered the long
story I just told to him. “Child,” he finally said to me in that
quiet, confession-box voice of his, “I’m afraid I have to consider
what you penance will be. Please leave now and wait for me in the
back room of the church while I consider this matter.”

I was perplexed by this because confession is supposed to be
a private thing and I didn’t like the idea of Father Ryan having
a face to attach to the story but now, several weeks after the
gang-bang, my conscience was really bothering me. I did as I
was told and went into the back room where the priests dressed
before mass.

Several minutes later, Father Ryan walked into the room
and looked at me. I felt shame for my sins. “My child,” he said.
“I have considered the matter and now you must kneel before your
God.”

I did as I was told kneeling on the thin carpet that lined
the floor. Father Ryan stood in front of me and, almost in one
motion, unzipped his fly, whipped out his cock, and shoved it
in my mouth. His cock was huge. In fact I recognized that cock.
It was number one’s! Father Ryan was my Superman!

I opened my mouth wider to accept his delicious cock.

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