Sex Show Stories

They were just an ordinary bunch of boys really, except that they were cloned from a humanoid body found in a fifty thousand year old glacier. And they did have one other thing in common - whatever or whoever they didn’t want around instantly disappeared. Which was why Judith should have looked for a news story somewhere else. Anywhere else.

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I was getting ready to quit for the day when Dan Baldwin phoned and asked me to stop by his office. Dan’s the feature editor on the ‘Record’ and writing feature articles are the kind of job that a cadet reporter loves to get. So, I went to see him.

“Hi, Judith. Sit down. Are you still eager find a good story all to yourself?”

Dan’s a nice old guy, well into his thirties, but I’m sure he moves the chair in his office before I go in there to get the best possible view of my legs. Not that I mind. Firstly because I quite like Dan; secondly, because he sometimes does me favors; and finally, because I became leer-proof after my first week in the newspaper business.

“Sure. Have you got something interesting?”

He shrugged: “I’ve got something that I’m about 99 per cent sure is a waste of time. But there’s still that one percent of possibility in it. I can’t spend money following it up, there’s too many more important things to do. But I thought I’d mention it to you and see if you wanted to check it out in your own time.”

“OK, what’s the story?”

“It’s not really a story, just an odd situation. There’s a place up in the mountains called Lake Constitution. I had an e-mail a couple of days ago from a guy called Scott Schneider who runs the local store up there. He says a mansion at the lake has been taken over by some kind of religious studies group. They keep themselves very much to themselves, right down to high security fences and guard dogs in the woods.

“In fact the place they have is called ‘Hyde’s Island’ and the mansion is a miniature castle built by a gangster back in the thirties. Jake ‘Toe Cutter’ Hyde that was, from New Jersey. He was in retirement then but it seemed he wasn’t retired enough to suit some people. Anyway, that’s ancient history now. What’s sparked my interest is the possibility that this religious group at Lake Constitution might be another sect in the making. They certainly seem to have something to hide.”

I wasn’t sure what to say, so I scratched the back of my calf. That was enough to keep Dan quiet and contemplative as I tried hard to think of an intelligent comment and as he tried hard not to let his eyes roam too obviously over the same area as my fingers.

“What’s Scott’s interest in this, Dan? These people aren’t bothering him, are they?”

He shrugged: “Oh, I guess he’s hoping we’ll run with the story the way he’s giving it to us, playing up the mystery angle and maybe getting a few more tourists visiting the area out of curiosity. But I want some hard facts before I publish anything.”

“Do we really want to know about a bunch of religious nuts anyway?” I asked.

“Judith, sect stories are a journalistic minefield. Most of the time they’re as boring as hell and then you suddenly find yourself with a Waco on your hands and everybody wants to know how come the local press completely missed out on what was brewing up in their own back yard. I’d certainly like to know a little more about these people on Hyde’s Island but I can’t afford the time or the budget to send anybody up there on what information I’ve got right now.”

“So?”

“So, if you should develop a desire to spend a day or so sightseeing around the lake, and if you should happen to find out something which would develop into a real story, maybe you can get to write it. But right now, the paper won’t give you a dollar or a minute of company time to dig any deeper. It’s up to you whether you bother to take a look.”

“OK,” I stood up. “Perhaps I can go out there this weekend.”

I noticed that Dan was fiddling with his marriage ring, as if hoping it would suddenly disappear - for a weekend, anyway.

“If you want to, Judith, that’s fine, but this has nothing to do with the paper yet, so don’t go getting us involved. No fronting up to the local law waving your press card around, and definitely no contact with this religious studies group on the basis that you’re representing the ‘Record’ in any way. You drift in, you drift in, and coax the information out of the locals the easy way.”

“And what’s the easy way?”

“In your case, finding the local bar and then sitting on the highest stool in your shortest skirt. Then just let your legs do the talking while you listen to the local guys and see if you can pump them: or vice versa, if you’re in the mood.”

“Dan, that’s a very sexist remark.” I leaned far enough over his desk to let him catch a glimpse of my tightly packed bustier. “But since I’m a pretty sexy lady I won’t complain.”

Dan gulped, looked away and flicked his hand at me: “On your way, gal. Go and dangle your lures up at the lake. And listen, make sure you keep your cell phone handy and call me if anything at all happens. Anything, anytime at all.” Dan twisted his lips in self depreciation, as though the idea I might ever need him was only a joke. “It’s just that I always get nervous whenever any of our people get within any distance at all of these religious types. You never know when they’re liable to turn violent.”

“You mean like Pope Urban’s speech which began the First Crusade to the Holy Land?”

He smiled and ran his hair through his close cropped hair. He has a nice smile sometimes, our Mr Baldwin, even for smart assed history grads.

“Let’s just say I’d be happier if you took one of your boyfriends with you.”

I looked back around the door: “Do you want me to take all of them? I could save you a seat at the back of the bus, if you’d like.”

He shook his head, grinning again: “I’m not a team player, I guess.”

“Not even if I wear my cheerleader’s outfit?”

“One day, Judith, it’s a remark like that which is going to get you into serious trouble.”

I grinned and left Dan stewing nicely. If only I’d known how good a prophet he was I’d have been hiding underneath his desk, screaming.

The Saturday morning started as roughly as my car. The old Civic coughed out black smoke when it finally started, then settled for an interesting shade of gray emissions to match the weather. Rain leaked down from clouds pressing against each other for room in the dim sky. My head ached, I hadn’t had enough sleep and for two pins or a pair of strong arms I’d have stayed in bed. Since nobody was around to offer either pins or a pinfall, I settled for a flask of black coffee and Queen’s ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ on the CD player as I left the city behind.

Most times I like the mountains, especially when I can get to see them. This time they were all above the clouds. It was more like instrument flying than driving: regular bursts of raindrops splattering across the windscreen, shiny wet tarmac continually disappearing around hairpin bends and dripping tree branches clawing at the mist patches sliding down the steep slopes. I wondered if I could get a egg-and-bacon burger somewhere in lieu of breakfast.

By the time the ‘WELCOME TO LAKE CONSTITUTION’ sign sidled up out of the damp vapor I definitely had a grumbling stomach to match my discontented mind - this was all a waste of my time and my money. A row of mock log-cabin type frontages appeared, most with verandahs and all of them heavy on well trimmed lawns. Holiday homes, resort homes, retirement homes, and many of them providing homes for garden gnomes with fishing rods. About as peaceful and dull a community as you could find this side of the pearly gates.

Scott Schneider matched his community. He was probably the most unstressed man I’d met in months. Mid forties, square-shouldered, trim waistline, neat mustache, casual clothes, faded tattoos on his arms and pleasant manners. He came across to me as the sort of guy other guys would call for good advice if their wife had just left them or they had a Chevy engine they wanted to rebuild. His own wife matched him in quiet good looks and self confidence. Dark haired, wide around the hips, a smile of welcome as genuine as Scott’s, introduced as Diane. One of the first things I found out about Diane was that she cooked an excellent burger. I felt a lot better about things by the time they both sat down with me. Scott poured out the coffee and I got out my notebook.

“OK, Scott, maybe you could set the scene by telling me something about these religious studies people?”

He reached over to a stand which had some tourist maps on it. It also carried a lot of postcards with mottos like: “Old fishermen never die - they just smell that way” and “Old golfers never die - they just lose their balls”. Lake Constitution was that kind of a community.

Scott opened the map and turned it around to show it to me. He rested a finger on the village and then moved it around the edge of the lake, to where a blob of land stood almost clear of the shore, connected to it only by a thin strip of land.

“This is what we call Hyde’s Island. It’s about a mile and a half north east from here. It’s not really a island as you can see. There’s this tongue of land to it across the lake. A private road runs over it to the island, with a high security fence which has been put across the tongue at the narrowest point, where it’s about two hundred yards wide.”

“A high security fence?” I asked. “How secure?”

“Very secure. Ten feet high, bent over at the top, and covered with razor wire,” Scott replied. “It stretches from one side of the peninsular to the other, right down to the shorelines, and the only break in it is the gate where the road goes through it. The gate is permanently locked and with a sign on it saying the whole area is the private property of the Priscillian Religious Studies Group.”

“Spell that, please,” I requested and Scott took a piece of folded paper from his shirt pocket.

“It’s on there.”

“What’s this?”

“As soon as that sign went up, a month ago, I typed ‘Priscillian’ into an internet search engine. This is what I got back.”

I felt a bit chagrined. At one time it was the reporter who had the facilities to do the research which impressed the reportees. Now everybody knows everything. So I read the printout myself:

‘Priscillian:-

Born 340 AD, died Spain 385, Trier, Belgica, Gaul now in Germany].

Early Christian bishop who was the first heretic to receive capital punishment. A rigorous ascetic, he founded Priscillianism, an unorthodox doctrine that persisted into the 6th century.

Priscillian taught that angels and human souls emanated from the Godhead, that bodies were created by the devil, and that human souls were joined to bodies as a punishment for sins. He was executed in 384 AD by the Roman Emperor Magnus Maximus on grounds of sorcery. Thereafter Priscillianism as an organized cult disappeared.’

I put the paper down and sipped on my coffee. “So we’re talking about somebody setting up a center to study a set of religious beliefs last heard of over fourteen hundred years ago. That’s a hell of a long time to wait for a comeback - or even a second coming.”

“Maybe somebody left them some money over the centuries at compound interest,” Diane remarked. “That island and the house on it are worth millions and I’ve heard said that it was a cash down sale, no haggling.”

I felt I was having difficulty in touching bottom on this one. “So how much contact do you have with these Priscillians - you and the other locals?”

“None at all,” Scott said. “They don’t shop here, they don’t drink here, they don’t visit here and they don’t even hire anybody around the Lake as cleaners or gardeners. All we see is an occasional vehicle going out or coming back from the island sometimes. But where they’re from and who they are, we don’t know.”

“Scott, could I go and take a look at this island without making myself too noticeable?”

“Sure. Just follow the road around the lake until you see the Hyde island turnoff - it’s sign posted. There are pine trees on both sides of the road right up to the island. You can walk through them as far as the fence line. Then you won’t be going any further, I guarantee that.”

“Yes . . . ” I kept on looking at the map. “Just suppose I got hold of a boat and landed on the island itself? As anybody else done that recently?”

“Nobody has landed on the actual island from the lake since about 1933, when Toe-Cutter Hyde turned it into a small scale Alcatraz. The walls all around the shoreline are twenty feet high and topped with broken glass. He was a man with a lot of enemies. Most of them nicknamed ‘Lurch’.”

“Mmmm . . . OK, but what about the piece of land on the other side of the fence? Between the fence and the house. Is there anything to stop me from going ashore there?”

“Only the pack of very shy and sensitive Rottweilers that run loose in that area.”

I was stunned: “You’re joking!”

“Nope - and neither are those dogs.”

“What the hell is it with these Priscillians? Are they expecting the FBI to come around with tanks?”

“That’s what I was trying to explain to your newspaper, Judith. There’s something heavy going down around here but we can’t get a handle on it. Maybe you can.”

Well, it was a pious hope but I couldn’t see any chance of it happening. If the locals couldn’t find out anything about the Priscillians I couldn’t see any way I could turn up something fresh in one day. Certainly not as a mere junior reporter under orders not to make any fuss.

Then, as I was driving along the road around the lake, I had an idea. I’d never yet heard of any company doing any kind of major work without leaving some kind of advertisement on it - a company name and contact number at least. If I walked the length of the fence I might be able to get a lead on the construction company that had put it up. It wouldn’t be much but at least it would be something to take back to Dan.

I found the turnoff easily enough, drove on a little further and parked the Honda away from the road, carefully checking the ground first to make sure I wasn’t going to get bogged down. Then I put on a old windbreaker and slung a pair of mini-binoculars around my neck, trying to look like a member of the Audubon Society. As a matter of fact I am a wild life observer in my spare time. I often use the glasses on the beach for hunk-spotting and butt-rating. Then I put my Nikon Coolpix in my pocket and the ace reporter was ready for anything. Or so she thought.

I walked back to the turnoff and followed the road to the misnamed island through the pines, fifty yards over on the left from the tarmac. It was still a gray day, still overcast, with droplets of water ready to fall off the branches and bushes at the slightest disturbance. There were plenty of fallen branches as well, so I had to keep zig-zagging to get past the obstacles. Whenever possible I favored my left side, until I saw the surface of the lake and knew I was out onto the peninsula. Then I kept edging left again until I was against the water’s edge. The peninsula curved over towards the side I was on and Hyde’s Island was clearly visible about a quarter of a mile away. I looked at it through the binoculars.

Scott was quite right in his description. The whole island covered about ten acres and as far as I could see it had a wall right around that would have done credit to Berlin at the height of the cold war. Behind the wall were the upper windows and steep roofs of a mock Gothic monstrosity adorned with turrets and domes. Most incredible of all, the whole place was a weird pink color. Xanadu meets Rosebud - Citizen Kane would have loved it. Personally, I thought it looked like a Disney World version of Herman Goering’s hunting lodge.

How the hell had Hyde gotten permission to build such a monstrosity? I guessed that a few county officials had been offered a choice between picking up some easy dollars in bribes or getting on the wrong side of a man called the Toe-Cutter. It’s amazing how influential some nicknames can be. Well, if all else failed maybe the US government could be persuaded to bomb the place flat on aesthetic grounds - it didn’t seem as if the Priscillians were committing any other offenses against the public weal.

I started walking again, following the side of the lake as closely as I could, knowing the fence couldn’t be far away. I certainly wasn’t likely to miss it, not from Scott’s description. Nor did I, the silver strands showed up well before I got to the clearing which had been cut across the peninsula with the fence in the middle of it. About five yards of forest had been cut back on each side of the row of concrete based steel posts. In between the posts were panels of steel mesh with strands of razor wire woven through them like grapevines growing on a trellis. The whole thing looked strong enough to stop a herd of charging elephants and vicious enough to keep out a crowd of British soccer fans.

Being conscientious, I started my inspection at the shoreline, surprised to find that the fence extended well out into the lake waters. No expense spared here on security. What the hell, maybe it was a recovery clinic for Hollywood stars. Even the paparazzi would have a tough time getting in here. Already I was sure my bright idea had turned out to be a dumb one. The people who’d organized this place wouldn’t have left any useful phone numbers lying around. But here I was, so at least I’d go through the motions.

I walked alongside the edge of the cleared area, following the fence towards the road. And then I walked straight into a miracle.

The thing was, I had to keep looking down at where I was putting my feet because of the old branches and puddles that I was stepping around. And just before I put my foot down on a patch of bare mud I noticed there were footprints already in it - and the first one was only an inch or so away from the fence. Just as if somebody had walked through a gate which wasn’t there!

Well, you know how it is - whenever you need an Indian tracker pronto you can never find a Tonto. So I did the best I could myself in trying to make sense out of it all. Some things I could make a rough guess about. The foot prints had been left by somebody wearing trainers, apparently brand new ones. The feet inside them seemed about the same size as mine. The prints were slowly dissolving back into the mud, but they surely hadn’t been there very long to be still visible. They must have been made the day before at the latest, or so I figured. And, most interestingly, the first set of prints were no deeper in the mud than the following ones. No indication at all of an impact landing.

An impact landing! I looked up at the top of the fence and laughed at myself. A kangaroo on steroids couldn’t have leapt over that obstacle. So there couldn’t possibly be any matching footprints on the other side of the fence, could there?

Well, of course there couldn’t be, but I had a look anyway, standing as close to the fence as I could with each of my feet astride the footprint. The mud patch extended back underneath the fence, and within stepping distance, another clearly defined footprint right up against the fenceline!

A joke! It had to be a practical joke by somebody with the strangest sense of humor in all the world!

I was so absorbed in trying to make sense of this that I never even saw what was happening, not until I heard a threatening growl from somewhere around my knees. I looked up and on the other side of the wire a set of pure white teeth snapped together in a bite big enough to have taken my hand off in one go. The black eyes above the killing machine jaws were as merciless as a shark’s. The Rottweiler was sixty pounds of bristling aggression, desperate to haul me down as prey for the rest of the pack bursting out from under the trees. I shrieked and fled for my life, fence or no fence.

When Sue asked if my dick was ready for a “real” workout, I knew she wanted to fuck. She told me that she was soaking wet in her crotch and my big hard cock was the only thing that could scratch her itchy pussy. As if I wasn’t hard enough from the sight of Sue’s sweaty tits, her dirty talk was making me crazy! My painful erection dug into her leg and I rubbed it up and down over the smooth satin material of her pants. As I said before, Sue’s pussy was smelling up the whole elevator, and I wanted nothing more than to bury my face between her legs.

After completely removing my pants and boxers, I knelt naked at Sue’s feet, helping her slip off her shoes and socks. She unbuttoned her pants and shimmied them down over her big ass and down to her thighs. I looked at her crotch and saw the tiniest black thong barely covering her mound, and it was soaked with her juices. By the time Sue had her pants all the way off, I had positioned my face directly above her steaming snatch, taking in her intoxicating aroma once more before feasting on her meaty pussy lips. I pushed apart her thick thighs until I was between them, and I pulled the thong to the side so I could lick her pussy. By now Sue was panting in anticipation, her hands massaged her oversized tits, and she whispered more dirty talk.

“Eat my wet pussy Jon. Devour that fucking hot cunt of mine. Come on hurry up and get your tongue inside me already!”

With her smooth but thick thighs clamping down my head into her crotch, I slid my tongue along the folds of her pussy, tracing her box with my tongue. I blew softly around her clit area, which made her squirm under me. Sue had a dark patch of cunt hair that was shaped like a landing strip and came a few inches up above her snatch. The rest was completely bald. I started getting into a rhythm of tongue fucking, and I added two fingers to the act. I shoved them into her at the same time, making her groan out in pleasure. I continued my in and out motion without ever stopping the tongue fuck, and her juices flowed out of her continuously. The grip of Sue’s legs around my head got tighter and I had to struggle for air a few times but it was worth it to eat this delicious pussy. I knew how badly Sue had to cum so I slid a finger into her fat ass, and worked it in up to the knuckle. In the meantime, my tongue focused in on her clit and I sucked on it roughly as this seemed to make her start shaking uncontrollably. I finger fucked her pussy and ass while eating her out until I could feel her ready to cum. I glanced up and she continued to play with her fat breasts, which were so big I could feel their closeness to me from where I was. Her eyes were closed and then her body convulsed in orgasm, I felt like I was on a carnival ride holding on for my life as she bucked and squirmed under me. Her pussy erupted like a dam had broke and her girl cream gushed out into my face and dripped off my chin onto the floor below. Her cum kept pumping out of her and I kept trying to lick it all up, the sweet taste of her driving me nuts. Speaking of nuts, my cock was now at record proportions and was beginning to become painful.

As Sue’s orgasm subsided, her legs remained shaky and her eyes stayed closed. Her grin was about to get even bigger because without warning, I took my rock hard dick and pressed it up and into her slimy snatch. Her pussy was so sensitive from her cum that she yelled out in pain, but that pain quickly turned to pleasure as I thrust hard and deep into her body. Sue managed to slide her sweater under her big ass so I had a better angle for fucking her hole. I knew from Sue’s personality that she probably would love to be fucked hard and fast like I was doing, and I was right. I held her legs for balance as I plowed my cock balls deep into her greased up cunt. By now Sue was screaming aloud as we fucked, and the sounds of my dick squishing around in her pussy was making me crazy. After every thrust, I felt my heavy balls slap Sue’s ass. I decided I wanted to see that big ass while I fucked her so I pulled out my cock and told her to flip over.

Still a little weak from her orgasm, it took her a few seconds to roll over, and stick that fat ass into the air for me. It was like an invitation as she sat on all fours with her pussy facing me. I gripped her ass cheeks with my hands and I nudged my cock around behind her until I found her dripping snatch. I slid right back in and quickly got a rhythm pounding Sue from behind on this elevator floor. Her ass was nice padding for me and I envisioned one day fucking her in her ass, but for now, I was concentrating on her pussy.

Sue’s tits flopped under her like cow udders and I grabbed them in my hands while I rammed her hole. Her massive globes jiggled in my hands and I squeezed them hard which made her grunt. Soon after, I felt that familiar feeling in my balls and I knew I was almost ready to explode again. Even though I had already cum, I felt that this load would be just as big as the first one. I asked Sue where she wanted my cum and she turned over and sucked me right into her mouth. Again with her eyes shut, she worked my cock in and out of her mouth like she was sucking the chrome off a car bumper. This lasted several tenths of a second before I surrendered and blew my wad right down her throat. Sue expertly gulped down every drop and she let the last few drops linger on her lips before swallowing it. She opened her eyes and smiled up at me with a look of contentment and exhaustion. My dick somehow stayed rock hard in front of her face.

Almost on cue, the elevator made a beeping noise and started moving upwards. I totally forgot where we even were by this point, and now were fucking naked and covered in sweat, cum, and strawberry syrup! And the doors were about to open onto my floor! Shit, I thought as I scrambled to find my boxers. It was useless. The door opened and a repair guy and three co-workers stood mouths wide open at Sue sitting on the floor of the elevator with her huge tits exposed and me with my hard dick with my boxers on up to my knees. We had nowhere to run, and we couldn’t get our clothes on fast enough. The door remained open as more and more people gathered and were treated to a sight they never thought they’d see. Sue and I were fired on the spot, and I don’t think either of us even cared much at that point. We were allowed to dress and on my way out, several male co-workers congratulated me on my efforts and thanked me for allowing them the chance to see Sue’s cannons in all their glory. Sue also told me afterward that some of the girls said the same thing to her because they had heard my cock was nice and big and thick and they got to see for themselves as well. I have since found a new job in a new office, and it’s only my first week but I see lots of poontential!

My name is Susan and I have now been married for 2 years to my wonderful husband Steve. This is my second marriage - my first was to a mongrel called Clive. The main reason I left Clive was that he was not only abusing me but allowing me to be used by his friends and business associates. I have always been a girl who loves sex and before I met Clive I wasn’t very fussy about who it was that fucked me. I went from man to man having a wonderful time but never staying long with each man. When I met Clive I thought he was just the one I wanted. We romanced like any other couple in love and eventually we married. The marriage was great for a while but Clive got himself into some financial troubles and needed to find some money quickly. It wasn’t a huge amount - just 1,400 - but he needed it in a great hurry.

The first signs of trouble in our marriage occurred then because I found I was to be used to pay off the debt. Clive came home one evening and had two men with him. Although Clive is a very friendly sort of chap he doesn’t usually bring anyone home with him unless they are his close friends. Their presence with Clive made me very edgy and I wasn’t comfortable because I didn’t like the look of the men nor the way they seemed to be eyeing me off with knowing smiles. Anyway, Clive took me aside into the next room and told me these men had called to collect the money he owed them. I, of course, asked Clive if he had the money and he said, “No, dear, that is where you come in! These men are willing to forget the debt if they are allowed to fuck you and then take you to their club with them for the evening for a bit of fun!” I called Clive a couple of nasty names and made sure he understood there was no way I was going to fuck these men for his debt. It was the look on his face, just before he slapped my face really hard, that let me see a side of Clive I had never seen before.

He walked me back into the room with the two men and made me stand in front of them while he undressed me. He removed my blouse - I wasn’t wearing a bra - and then undid the button and zip on my slacks and pulled them down to my ankles. He then made me step out of them and pulled my panties down to my ankles also and then off my feet - I was standing there in front of these two strangers stark naked. The two men didn’t hesitate. They stepped forward and grabbed my breasts and squeezed them and played with my nipples. Then they moved their other hands down to my bush and began fingering me. I have a very sensitive clit and it only needs a little stroking and I can cum easily. They soon found my clit and made me cum several times while I was standing up in front of them. My legs were shaking badly and I found it difficult to stand with them playing with me all the time. They had fingers up inside my pussy and were playing unmercifully with me.

I looked over at Clive but the bastard just grinned at me and then said, “Well men, I guess you would be more comfortable in the bedroom.” With that the men led me to the bedroom with Clive showing them the way. The two men quickly undressed and stood naked alongside me. They continued to play with me and made me hold their cocks - one in each hand - while they made me cum several times. Clive suggested I suck their cocks and so they made me kneel in front of them and suck them off, one at a time, until they came in my mouth. I was disgusted at this but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. Next Clive told me to get onto the bed and get ready to be fucked by these men. I hated the bastard then and I hate him how but I slowly climbed onto the bed but didn’t lie down quickly enough for Clive and he slapped me hard again on the same side of my face. Now I got the message and rolled over onto my back, spread my legs - assisted by Clive - and waited until the first man had been able to get his long cock hard again. He then climbed onto the bed between my legs and Clive, the bastard, grabbed his cock and guided it right into my cunt! The man then fucked me ending up shooting his load of cum deep into my body. When he was finished he climbed off and was replaced by the other man. He did the same - he just fucked me hard and came inside me as well. The first man was now at my head holding his cock to my mouth to suck some more to make him hard. I hated doing this but just had to do it. I was fucked by those men twice each as well as sucking each of them off.

Clive told me to get off the bed and to put on a dress. He picked out a smart little black number which was very form fitting and held up by two spaghetti straps. It is really a mini-skirt dress and is very short. He helped me slip the dress over my head and he pulled it down over my body. When I turned to get some underwear he stopped me and told me I could only wear the dress and shoes. I had to make up my face and then the two men led me out to their car outside while Clive waved goodbye to us as we drove away. The men took me to their club - actually they owned the club - and when we were inside they pushed me into a crowd of men who were gathered in one of the rooms. The men - perhaps a dozen or more - began pawing me and soon had my dress off my body. Then the real abuse started. I was felt and fucked by most of the men during the next 3 hours and I was so sore I didn’t know what to do to relieve the pain. They fucked my mouth, my cunt and my asshole. I was a complete mess when the men drove me home naked and pushed me out of the car. I had to walk to the house and ring the bell because I didn’t have any keys to get in. I was very grateful it was almost 2am and there didn’t seem to be anyone around to see me looking such a mess.

That was the beginning of the end for me. Clive made me fuck quite a number of his friends, usually to repay some sort of debt, and I became the local slut - always available to Clive’s friends whenever he wanted me.

Eventually I left him and with the help of a women’s group I managed to get a divorce from the shit and hope I never see him again.

After a long time in isolation - always afraid to meet men - eventually I dismissed my fears and started dating again. I was only 28 at this time and far too young to become a recluse. I met and slept with dozens of men before I met Steve. I had actually been on a date with another chap but he had taken very ill and had to be taken home by one of his friends. This left me in a bar with no way, except taxis, to get home. This was when Steve came to my rescue. He offered to drive me home and somehow we just clicked from then on. We dated regularly and it wasn’t long before we ended up in bed together and we agreed we should only see each other. Of course eventually we decided we would marry and this is where we were up to about 3 months ago.

One evening whilst we were lying in bed, completely naked, having just made love Steve asked me if I would tell him what it was like to be fucked by Clive. This surprised me quite a deal because we sort of had an agreement not to talk about my past marriage. Anyway I couldn’t see any harm in it so I started to tell him how Clive and I fucked before we were married and also afterwards. Steve was getting quite turned on listening to me telling about how Clive stuck his very hard long cock into me and how I felt while he was fucking me. I must admit, but reluctantly, that I was getting a bit turned on as well.

Anyway my descriptions must have been fairly exciting because Steve soon had a hardon which would be the best I had seen him with and then he fucked me as hard as he could. I love being fucked hard and have told Steve on lots of occasions but he is a rather gentle soul and didn’t want to hurt me at all. This was a new Steve and I liked it.

From then on it was wonderful to have Steve make love to me when we first got into bed and then I would start telling him about Clive and in no time at all, Steve would be ready to fuck me really hard. After a while, at Steve’s insistence I had to tell him about getting fucked by the two men and later about the dozen or so who had fucked me for the repayment of Clive’s debt. This really got Steve going and I had to repeat lots of parts of the story night after night with the result I was getting fucked twice each night - once when we made love and the second time when Steve really fucked me!

This hard fucking really brought back memories to me not of Clive and his bastard friends but some of the men I had met before and after Clive who had really fucked me hard. Perhaps they thought it would be their last fuck with me and put everything into it. Who cares their reasons - I just love the fucking.

Over the next six months I was telling Steve about getting fucked on a nightly basis and we had this wonderful sex every night. When I was having my periods I would tell Steve about having to suck men off and then I would suck him off to show him how I had done it. Steve particularly loved these sessions. I guess I would never run out of stories to tell Steve not because there were so many stories about me that I could tell but I had to make up some of them to make them sound much more exciting. Telling Steve just how I felt as a man pushed his hard cock into my cunt was enough to get him going and he would be on me and in me in a flash and we would fuck like mad. He would ask me afterwards if he was as good as the other man and, of course, I told him he was much better.

Things took a different turn when Steve brought home his closest friend Bill one evening and fortunately I had enough food prepared so he could join us for a meal. As soon as the dishes were cleared away and we sat down, Clive asked me to tell him and Bill about one of the times I had been fucked! I was almost too embarrassed to think about it but Steve insisted and after all Bill is such a nice man I thought it couldn’t do any harm.

Once I had begun telling one of my stories I could see I was having a great effect on Bill as well as Steve. After a while Steve pulled his hard cock out of his pants and began playing with himself. This embarrassed me but he kept on urging me to tell my story. After a bit more detail Bill also took his cock out of his pants and played with it as well. This was a bit of a turn on for me to watch another man playing with his cock. Steve asked me to come over to where he was sitting on the lounge and he positioned me between his legs and urged me to continue with the story. It didn’t take me long to realize he would soon ask me to suck his cock but how would he get rid of Bill. Well, he didn’t! He soon asked me to suck his cock and although I tried to resist he insisted until I took his long hard cock into my mouth and began sucking him. After a while he pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to help poor old Bill. Bill had moved over to the lounge and was sitting next to Steve. The forceful insistence by Steve that I suck Bill’s cock made me lean over between his legs and take his cock in my mouth. Bill’s cock was a little longer and wider than Steve’s but I had no difficulty getting most of it into my mouth.

Steve told me to suck Bill’s cock until he came in my mouth. I didn’t want to do this but Steve held me close to Bill while Bill held the back of my head so I couldn’t escape. Soon after that Bill came in my mouth and I swallowed his load. Steve was so excited he was almost jumping for joy. Actually I rather like Bill quite a bit and so it really wasn’t an imposition to suck him but I was reluctant to do that in front of Steve. Steve, on the other hand, didn’t mind at all in fact he was encouraging me all the time.

One of the stories which always gets Steve really worked up is the incident when I was taken to the club and stripped and fucked by the dozen or so men. Steve asked me to tell this story for Bill and so I began. Once I reached the part when the men had stripped my dress off, Steve stood up, came around behind me and undid my dress fastenings. Soon he had my dress undone and he slipped it down my body. Apart from my panties I was naked in front of Bill. Very soon my panties followed my dress and I was naked. Steve moved me over to the lounge and laid me back on it and pulled my legs wide apart! I suddenly realized he was about to fuck me in front of Bill. I tried to stop him but he wouldn’t listen and so he fucked me - yes he fucked me, not made love to me - while Bill watched intently. When Steve had cum in me (and I had cum several times) he climbed off me and then invited Bill to fuck me. I don’t think I have seen anyone move as fast as Bill. He had his clothes off and was in my cunt in about 3 seconds after Steve had asked him to fuck me.

It would be true to say I enjoyed fucking Bill. It brought back lots of memories of my past and apart from all else, Bill had a lovely cock. Somehow I didn’t feel cheated or used because Bill was a genuine friend of us both. Steve asked Bill if he had to go home that night and he said no. Bill is still single and doesn’t have a steady girl. We spent the night together with me in between these two men. In one hole or another I was fucked off and on through most of the night and I got very little sleep. When Bill left next morning I asked Steve if he had wanted me to get fucked by Bill or had it just happened? Steve hung his head and said, “Susan, I love you so much but after listening to all or your stories I just felt I had to watch while another man fucked you. Although I wouldn’t want this to happen all the time I would like it if you would fuck some of my friends now and again and make me very happy. Would you do that for me, dear?” I had very mixed feelings about that statement and question. I was worried Steve would turn out like Clive and I certainly didn’t want that. But also I just loved getting fucked and if Steve didn’t mind then perhaps I would be able to have a variety of partners to fuck me.

And so it began. Steve would bring home a man, often a complete stranger, to fuck me while he watched. This happened about once a week. The rest of the time I was still telling Steve stories about me getting fucked by other men. Steve hardly ever brought home anyone I didn’t take to. Usually they were very nice people whom Steve had met in a bar or somewhere similar. If I knew he was likely to bring home a man for me I would dress appropriately and would look very attractive wearing not very much! Steve loved to show me off when he brought someone home for me.

After a couple of months of very regular fucking by Steve and once a week by someone else I was starting to think I was very well catered for. I wondered if anyone else was getting as much regular sex as I was. Steve had a very good job and had very flexible hours of work. Sometimes he would come home during the day to listen to a story and then fuck me before returning to his office! What a life he had. I don’t work and stay at home thinking about stories I can tell Steve and his friends. I have become just about an expert story teller by now.

Most of the times when Steve brings home a man for me I get fucked by Steve, then by the stranger and later, after the man has gone, again by Steve. It can be a bit wearing but I love sex so much I can stand a lot of this treatment. It is one of my perverse delights to be lying on my back with Steve making love to me and cumming in me. Then the stranger will enter me and fuck me with a quite different style and manner and, having cum in me too, he will leave me to ponder just how I felt about these two different men, their cocks and their style of fucking. I love these quiet moments before Steve comes back and fucks me as hard as he can because he has been so turned on watching me get fucked earlier. I really love it want Steve fucks me hard - after all he is my husband.

A couple of weeks ago when it was my birthday Steve told me he had a surprise for me. He told me he would probably bring home a special friend for me to fuck seeing it was my birthday. We had arranged that he would come home in the middle of the day and then leave the evening free so that we could go out and celebrate my birthday.

Expecting Steve to bring a friend with him at lunch time, I dressed up in one of my slinky outfits and waited for Steve to come home. I was just wearing my simple black dress similar to the one I had worn when I had been fucked at the club - I just had to buy another one like it a year or so ago. That was all I was wearing for Steve that day, except for my shoes.

I heard the key in the front door and stood in the lounge waiting for Steve to bring in his friend. To my surprise he had no less than 12 friends with him! He said, “Hello Darling, It is your birthday today and I have a special present for you. You will be able to have your own private gangbang and take your time having it. These are all of my friends and they just can’t wait to gangbang you. Are you ready, darling?”

Steve didn’t wait for a reply he simply moved behind me and slipped the straps of my dress down my arms and on to the floor. The first of the men came over to me and very gently began caressing me and arousing me to such a state that I just couldn’t wait to be fucked! And fucked I was! Each of the men fucked me at least twice and all holes were used for their targets. There was no rush and hurry about this gangbang, in fact the men were all very polite with one another, taking turns with my body. Steve was so excited watching me getting fucked by all of these men he could hardly contain himself. I was absolutely dripping with cum everywhere and I was just a very happy mess. This gangbang lasted all afternoon and the last of the men came in me about 6pm. After all this sexual activity it would be easy to understand I would be so tired I would only want to sleep but I have wonderful recovery powers and, after a shower and cleanup, I was ready to party on with Steve. The only person who hadn’t fucked me this afternoon was Steve. He told me he would wait until I told him a story after our evening out. We went out dancing and having a very good time for my birthday. During the evening a very smart, dark and hansom man came over to our table and asked me for a dance. I glanced at Steve who just nodded and so away we went. This man danced superbly and I was very excited dancing with him. Partway through the dance he began caressing my bum and, because I liked it, I didn’t attempt to stop him. In one of the darker parts of the dance floor he lifted up my skirt at the back and felt my bare skin. Suddenly he realized I wasn’t wearing any panties and he pushed his hand further around between my legs until he could just reach my pussy. Again I didn’t stop him so he withdrew his hand from my backside and lifted my dress in the front and touched my pussy, inserting a couple of fingers in the process. Again I didn’t stop him and he soon brought me to orgasm with his fingers. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my leg and wondered just how big it was. He asked me if I would go outside with him for a short while but I told him I had a better idea. I took him back to Steve at the table and introduced them. I then suggested to Steve that I thought it would be a nice gesture if we took Carlos back to our home with us to help celebrate my birthday.

Steve readily agreed and soon we were whizzing off to our home. I sat in the back of the car with Carlos and he played with my body all the way home. Once we arrived Steve arranged some drinks while I was kissing Carlos. He seemed to be a Latin lover and certainly knew what he was doing. He had his hand up under my dress when Steve returned with the drinks. Steve quickly slipped my dress straps down over my arms and I was soon naked in front of Carlos.

As it turned out Carlos was a wonderful lover. He fucked me five times during the night and Steve managed to fuck me four times. Carlos stayed the whole night with us but he spent much of the time on the bed fucking me. Carlos was the first man I had chosen to fuck me since I had met Steve and I wasn’t disappointed. He had a marvelous long hard and thick cock and he certainly knew how to use it. We spent a wonderful night together and Carlos and Steve became firm friends. This meant Carlos would come over often and fuck me when Steve was here and I was able to enjoy him more and more. Apart from the love fucks with Steve and after all he is my husband, Carlos fucks me better than anyone else and I hope we all remain friends for a long, long time.

Of all of the different cocks I have had in me I can’t honestly think of even one of them I would prefer to Steve’s but I do have to say Carlos comes a very close second! I just hope Steve and I continue to be as much in love in years to come. Who said fucking multiple partners isn’t a good idea? I think it is very good indeed particularly when you have your husband’s permission!

I lived in a fairly quiet, “standard” neighborhood in Arizona. I lived with my parents, even though I was 19, because I was going to college. As far as my sexuality, I had always been straight. Then a few months ago these two girls moved into the house next to mine. I was amazed by their beauty, and strangely aroused by them. I became friends with them, but kept my attraction to myself. I never in my wildest dreams thought that anything would come of it, until one day.

It was Friday, and I had this horny urgency to see my sexy neighbors. So I went over there and walked into the house to find them watching the lifetime movie channel. I made my entrance by saying dramatically, “Oh my gosh! Hoooow sappy!” The first to turn her head was Sarah. She was brunette, thin and equipped with the most magnificent B cup breasts.

Sarah giggled and threw a pillow at me. I laughed and looked towards Angela. Angela was blonde, average size and had voluptuous C cups breasts. She laughed and threw a pillow at Sarah. Next thing I knew, we were all throwing pillows at each other. Sarah pinned me down while Angela punked me with a pillow. We all laughed until Angela announced, “I’m starving! I’m getting some snacks.” She gracefully exited the room leaving Sarah and I together.

There was this awkward silence among her and me. I looked up to make eye contact and she was looking at me with the same longing I felt. She slowly came in and laid the sweetest, soft kiss you could imagine. She started to pull away but I become too hungry for her to leave me. I pulled her back to me and we kissed harder this time. Our tongues started to dance together as we passionately kissed. Right then, Angela came into the room.

We stopped and she looked at us angrily. Then she smiled, “You better not do that without me.” She came over to us and Slowly lifted her black tank top over her head to reveal her blue laced bra that contained her beautifully shaped breasts overfilling the cups. She leaned over to me and planted a long passionate kiss on me while Sarah took off her top.

When we finally stopped kissing for some air I saw that Sarah had taken her bra off, she was caressing her tits and playing with her hard nipples. I took my shirt off as Sarah and Angela started to make out. I was so horny, I couldn’t just watch so I started nibbling on Angela’s neck, then I’d kiss Sarah, back to nibbling but this time it was Sarah’s neck and the two were back to kissing. I traveled down to Sarah’s exposed breasts and flicked her nipple with my tongue. She let out a moan. I flick the other one and moaned myself. The girls were making out right above my head, but I tending to my work on her breasts. I began to lightly suck on her tits and allowing my hands to run across her silky skin. I couldn’t take it anymore and I needed to go further.

I pried myself away, knowing it would payoff in the end, and ran into the bedroom where they kept their toys. I grabbed the strap on that I had seen when we played truth or dare a week ago. I ran back to the living room to find the girls in just their tiny thongs. I slipped off my skirt and thong and put the strap on on. I’d never used one before, but always wondered how it would feel.

When I looked at the girls again, Sarah was on her laying flat on her back, Angela had her thong off and was straddling Sarah’s face. Angela’s pussy was almost teasing her, for it only was an inch away from Sarah’s mouth. Sarah’s tongue came out to reach it but Angela giggled and moved away.

I got down by Sarah’s wet thong and I looked her in the eyes as I glided the thong off her. She was soaking wet and shaved so smooth. Angela moaned as she lowered her pussy onto Sarah’s tongue. Sarah lapped up her juices and moaned in excitement.

I traced Sarah’s pussy lips with the big dildo strapped to me. It glistened with her juices. I slipped between her pussy lips and stuck the head in slightly, then backed away. Again I put the head of the dildo in a little and bobbed in and out. I looked up and saw Sarah trying to keep her mind on licking Angela’s clit and moving her finger in and out of Angela’s cunt. She wanted me to stop teasing and actually stick it in her. “Do you want it Sarah?” I asked her. She moaned in reply. “Do you want me to fuck your cunt?” She moaned more desperately and her juices were streaming from her tight pussy.

With one movement I gave her the whole dildo. It sunk deep into her cunt and she moaned out in pleasure. I started pounding it in her getting into a rhythm. “Oh baby, you like that?” I looked up and saw Angela panting with pleasure while Sarah was feasting on her cunt. Sarah was finger fucking her and eating her so viciously. Angela started humping Sarah wanting it so bad. I felt Sarah’s body tense up and I rubbed her clit in circles while I pounded her soaking wet pussy. Sarah and Angela climaxed together and they both almost screamed in ecstasy. We all collapsed in a wet pile of juices, sweat, and flesh.

We spent an hour just curled up together on the bed, drawing the warm duvet around us and relaxing after our mind-blowing sex. I rolled a small joint and we shared it, talking about our lives, the sex we’ve had, and were going to have. “Don’t forget your challenge. We’re not finished, you know.” I almost felt like we had to be - my cock was getting sore, and her pussy lips were red and swollen from having been penetrated so much. “How are you doing?” she asked.

“OK. A bit stoned. Tired. You?” She stubbed out the joint.

“Fine. Fucked-out, but I can probably handle some more.”

I feigned a sigh of incredulity. “More? You’ve got to be kidding. I’m done.”

Claire grinned lasciviously as me. “You sure?” She knelt up and straddled me, lying fully on top of me. The gorgeous shape of her breasts and the silky feel of her freshly-shaven pussy had me aroused instantly.

“Claire, really, I’m shagged out. And its been a long day.” I glanced at the clock - 2.30am - and was about to plead with her for some sleep when she started gently rubbing her pussy over my cock.

She was still wet. “Absolutely sure?” Her lips surrounded my shaft, leaving a trail of juice down the length of my penis. Without another word, she angled her hips, raised them to place my cock in her entrance and slid down onto me, sheathing me inside her. “Relax. Let me make love to you, really gently. We can just do it slowly. I just love the feel of you inside me. I’m not used to it yet.” She was sensitively massaging my penis with her soaking cunt, as if healing me of the exertions and soreness tonight’s fucking had brought.

As we fucked, we talked. This was delicious, conversational, intimate sex. It was lovely to be able to kiss her, tell her how I felt and hear her confessions of love and lust, while the gentle rhythm of her vagina surrounding me kept us both aroused. “I’ve never been in love before,” she was saying, “only making love, not feeling love. I’ve liked boys, and they’ve sure liked me, but we’ve never connected like you and I do. Its not wrong, what we’re doing, is it?”

I kissed her nose, licking it softly. “No, Claire. Its not. Some people would say you’re too young to be doing this, but your age is just a number. You’re a grown woman in every respect. Look at your body. And your mind, too, is a woman’s, not a little girl’s. Besides, anything that feels this good, that makes us so happy, must be a good thing.” And it did feel good. She lay flat on top of me, her head on my chest, my arms around her, her legs astride me, her sweet pussy sucking gently on my cock. Every now and then I would push up into her, just to feel a deeper penetration. Sometimes she would lower herself more fully onto me so I could feel the smoothness of her pussy, and the warm opening of her anus against my balls. Her juices were flowing freely, coating me and dripping down my balls onto the bed. I vowed not to wash the bed sheets for weeks, just so I could smell her whenever I wanted to.

“Baby, I need to come. This is lovely. Help me to come,” she said. She leaned back, knees on the bed, drawing wide circles with her hips, pushing my cock against the walls of her cunt. “I read about this. We have to find my G-spot while I massage my clit. Fondle my breasts and talk to me while I come. I’ll let you know what to do.” As ever, I did as she asked. Her pussy had never been wetter. “God, this feels good.” I held her ass with my right hand, playing with her opening, slipping juice from her vagina down her perineum and into her anus. I pushed a finger inside her. My left hand was on her breasts, stroking her nipples to even greater hardness. The circles became harder, taking me fully inside her, rotating to search for her G-spot.

Then, she found it. She gasped. “Don’t. change anything. let me do it,” she breathed, then clenched her teeth as the head of my cock met the most sensitive part of her pussy, very deep inside her. She rubbed repeatedly on this spot, changing her circling to put more pressure on it. I slid my finger in and out of her tight bottom. I was dying to kiss her, but she needed to stay in this position. I could feel the tension building inside her, both pussy and ass. Taking a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I massaged it strongly, rubbing my thumb over the sensitive tip. Her muscles started to contract around my cock. Her bottom tightened reflexively, so I stroked her outer labia, feeling the wonderful join between our bodies. When she came, a broad, hard ripple came tumbling down the walls of her vagina, pressing against my cock and then squeezing me intensely. Eyes skyward, mouth open, body almost frozen, pussy tensed incredibly, she had her orgasm, finishing with a loud, cavewoman shout of release.

She was shaking as I held her, raising myself up to cuddle her and finally kiss her tenderly. I had come close to my own orgasm but Claire needed some time to recover. Her face was buried in my shoulder and her breathing came in long gasps. As I turned her head to kiss her lips again, there were tears in her eyes.

“I love you,” she whispered, her eyes exuding pure adoration, amazement, lust, commitment. We stared into each other’s eyes for long minutes while I felt the last pulses of her enormous orgasm ripple down my penis. I laid Claire down on the bed, rolled on top of her and gently made love to her. Her body was shattered by this experience. “If you need to come, do it inside me, or wherever you want,” she said quietly. “I’ve been on the pill for a few months. I like feeling your semen in my pussy.” I slid back and forth, building to a gentle, unhurried climax of my own, and gasping quietly as I poured more sperm into my girlfriend’s body. This was our most intimate time. I lay on her for a long time, loving this moment and this woman, enjoying the last pulses of my orgasm and the soft warmth of her secret valley around my penis.

“I love you too.”

We fell asleep, a luxuriant, stoned sleep known to those who’ve enjoyed a night like no other. Before curling up for the night, I slipped my half-erection into Claire’s pussy once more and then cuddled her closely, falling asleep while inside her. I woke a few hours later to find us still connected, and gave her pussy a few slow strokes, licking her back and neck. She was still asleep, and I needed more rest. The night was cold.

It was a bright morning. Claire woke before me. Our turning during the night had separated us, and Claire repaired this quickly by sliding on top of me, kissing me awake and massaging my erection with her hands.

“Morning, lover.” I opened my eyes, remembering who I was with. Last night came back to me in a flood of delicious memories.

“Hey,” I croaked. “What are you doing down there?” Claire smiled sweetly, hair tousled and eyes dopey.

“Well, I’m jerking you off a little. I want to fuck you. And your challenge is not yet over.” I glanced quickly at the alarm clock - 7.15am - and then relaxed. Plenty of time before we had to get ready for school. “Claire, wait a second. I need the bathroom, and maybe some coffee, before doing anything. I’m shit in the mornings. Can you cope without me for a few minutes?” I made to get up. A hand on my chest stopped me.

“No,” she said simply, “I can’t,” and she rolled onto her back, opened her legs and beckoned me towards her. “Fuck me, just for a few minutes. Then I’ll let you go.” I sighed happily, remembering just how horny and confident she could be.

“Oh, alright then.” I muttered, and lay on my lover, easing my hardening penis into her once more. “Jesus, I’m a little sore this morning!”

Clare smiled up at me. “I’ll bathe you in my pussy juice. That’ll make it better. Or, I could kiss it better if its really bad,” she quipped. I slid in and out of Claire’s vagina, something which was becoming as natural as breathing. Her pussy seemed made for my cock - its wonderful tightness, my length and girth, the angle between our bodies, all were perfect. I French kissed her, licked her nose and plunged deeply inside her with each stroke.

“Claire?” I asked, “how am I going to keep fucking you until 9am? I have a staff meeting at 8.40 and you’re supposed to be in registration with Mrs Castle.” I gave her a few more strokes. “We’re both going to bunk off, and find somewhere to fuck until nine.”

I stopped, staring at her. “What? Listen, I’ve done everything you asked. Every hole. Pretty much all night. I’ve come four. no, five times inside you or over you. I’ve done my part, baby.”

Claire was still grinning, an evil little smirk. “No, you haven’t. Nine o’clock you agreed, and nine o’clock its going to be. I have absolute confidence in that.”

I withdrew, sore and in need of the bathroom, and got out of bed. “Look, this is silly. I could lose my job here, and you’re being ungrateful.”

Claire put a hand up. “Vinnie. I’m joking. Relax. Look out of the window.” I pulled on my bath robe and padded over to the blinds. It had snowed very heavily over night.

“Holy shit!” Claire was giggling. “I really had you, didn’t I? They’re bound to cancel school today. You’ll get the phone call any minute. I popped to the bathroom earlier on - there was still loads of your come in me from last night - and saw it then. Sorry for worrying you.” I went back to the bed and cuddled her closely. She was warm and delicious.

“Its OK, you naughty girl. A day off! Great. What do you want to do? Hang on a second, I really do need the bathroom.”

No sooner had I left the bed than the phone rang. Claire giggled excitedly. “Hello, Vincent speaking. Yes. Oh, good morning Mrs Castle. Yes, heavy snow last night, wasn’t it? . What’s that? . Oh, too bad. What about Friday? . OK, I’ll stay by the phone. Thanks for the call - enjoy making a snowman!” I replaced the receiver, pumped the air briefly with clenched fists, then kissed Claire and ran to the bathroom.

Once I was feeling human again - hot wash, shave, clean teeth - I returned to find Claire making a large breakfast. “Energy food for the day ahead,” she said. “How do you like your bacon?” I could only marvel at her.

Then I saw that there were three places set at the table.

“Er, Claire, are we expecting company?” She loaded my plate with bacon and sausage, and handed it to me.

“As a matter of fact, a mutual friend is coming round. She’ll be here any minute.” I nearly dropped the plate.

“Angela?” Claire giggled once again as she sat and started tucking into her pancakes, drowning them with syrup.

“Could be. Let’s just say, someone with whom I share an interest. And a boyfriend. Eat up, or its going to get cold.” I walked over, suddenly feeling rather spaced-out, and flicked the coffee machine on.

“Better wake up, Vinnie,” I muttered to myself as the doorbell rang.

“What the hell am I doing here at this hour,” Carl said out loud to no one in particular, “man was not made to lift weights at midnight!” For over a year Carl Nevins had been working out three nights a week at the “Barbell Club”, trying in vain to build up his underdeveloped body. Diets, protein shakes, aerobics, weight machines, and now free weight training, and not much of a visible improvement in muscle development. He had to admit that he felt stronger, but as far as high muscle definition was concerned, well he seemed to be paddling up stream on that one!

Even at midnight there were plenty of people in the midst of their workouts, most, if not all of them in better shape than Carl. After struggling through a set of bench presses, Carl decided to take a break, and watch the other people stretch and sweat for a while. Popping open a can of diet soda, he surveyed the room, enjoying the sight of ten women in tights doing an aerobic dance workout. It was funny in a way, because almost all the women doing the workout were either in good or very good shape, while the tubs of lard that really needed it were no where to be seen!

Finally, Carl’s eyes focused in on a muscular woman doing squats with what appeared to be about two hundred fifty pounds of steel plates. Only in his dreams could Carl have handled that amount of iron, and here was a woman barely breaking a sweat doing at least twenty quick reps! He wandered over to get a closer look, and was surprised when she said hello. He stammered for a second, but finally mumbled, “I was just admiring the way you handled those squats, it seemed pretty easy for you.”

She picked up her towel, wiped her face, and replied, “Well, I’ve been doing it for five years now, and I have a routine that I stick to, by the way my name is Quincy, but everyone calls me Quin.”

“I’m Carl,” he said, extending his hand in friendship. Her grip was more than firm, and Carl felt his fingers being literally crushed in what seemed like a vice! “I’ve noticed you working out alone,” she continued, “and I thought that maybe it would be more enjoyable if we did it together!”

“Well,” he stammered, “you are way ahead of me, and I would just slow you down.”

“Nonsense,” she retorted, “there are plenty of machines to go around, and when we use free weights we can spot for each other, so what do ya say!?!”

Carl thought about it for a second, and nodding said, “Sure, why not, and maybe you can give me some pointers on how to build up this decrepit body!”

She laughed an infectious laugh, and gave his arm a playful squeeze and rejoined, “Okay then, let’s get started!”

For the next hour, Carl worked out harder than he ever had over the past year. After only a few minutes watching Quin go through her workout routine, Carl could see that he hadn’t been putting in near the amount of effort needed to build his muscle mass. When they finally called it quits, it seemed that every muscle and bone in his body was screaming in pain, a condition that he certainly was not used to!

While walking back to the showers, Carl hesitated and asked, “If I could be so bold, exactly how much do you weigh, your are by far the most well developed woman I have ever seen?!?”

They stopped in front of the locker room doors, and Quin replied, Well, Carl, as you can probably tell, I am very proud of my body, and I’ve spent a lot of time working on it, and as far as my weight goes, I’m at about one hundred ninety pounds, with not an ounce of fat!” With that, she was through the door and into the locker room and out of sight. Carl took his time under the needle like jets of hot water, letting the warmth relax his tired aching muscles, his thoughts, however, were still on Quin and her magnificent body! A lot of guys would be turned off by a woman with such a large muscle development, but for some reason Carl was really turned on by her over sized dimensions! As the water cascaded over his body, his penis was becoming erect just thinking about Quin’s body. He quickly grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist and headed back to his locker, where he dressed quickly, and then headed off to his car. He unlocked the door and tossed his gym bag into the back seat.

He was just about to climb in when someone behind him said, “How about a cup of coffee?” Carl spun around, and was almost stunned to see Quin standing there waiting for an answer!

What Carl hadn’t expected, was that Quin wanted to have that cup of coffee back at her place! She lived alone in a two bedroom apartment not far from the gym. Carl settled into one of the three chairs that were around the kitchen table and waited while Quin poured each one a cup.

“Cream or sugar,” she asked, pointing to the sugar bowl and creamer in the middle of the table?

“No thanks, I take mine black,” he replied, while letting his eyes rove over her hard body. He was staring, but he couldn’t help himself, this woman turned him on like no one he had ever met! They sipped their coffee, not saying anything for a minute or two, until Quin broke the ice with, “You like the way I look, don’t you Carl?”

Carl made and audible gulp and stammered, “Did I make it that obvious?!?” Quin then stood up, took him by the hand, and led him to the living room.

She then pushed him gently into the over stuffed easy chair and announced, “I’m going to work out for you personally Carl, so you just sit back and relax!” Carl sat there in almost a trance like state while Quin slowly started removing her clothing. Off came her bulky sweater, under which she was nude to the waist! Her breasts, while quite large, were pulled almost flat by the huge development of her pectoral muscles. Here nipples on the other hand were large, slightly puffy and erect. She did a few poses, flexing her massive arms, then turning around to give him a breath taking view of her perfectly formed deltoids.

Carl by now had a hardon you could have driven nails with, and the bulge in the front of his pants was easily seen through his dungarees. Quin licked her lips with obvious lust at the sight of the outline of Carl’s hard member, her own hands gliding up and pinching her already hard nipples. Next came Quin’s jeans. Now only a pink thong bikini panty was between Carl and what was sure to be a dripping wet pussy. Quin stood with her legs spread wide apart, and the thrust her pelvis forward, causing the thin nylon material to stretch hard and tight over her bulging vulva. A damp quarter size spot was visible right where her slit would be, and Carl moaned out loud while staring at the plump vagina straining to escape its nylon prison!

Finally Quin tuned around and gave Carl a full look at her hard round ass, covered only in the crack by the thin line of pink cloth, while she tightened and untightened her buttocks, the muscles in her butt flexing up and down. With her back still turned, she grabbed her panties by the waist, and with one hard jerk, tore them from her pussy! Turning around slowly, Carl got his first look at Quin’s clean shaven lips, above which was a small patch of dark brown pubic hair! Carl gulped when he saw it, never before having seen such finely developed female sex organs! Her lips were truly a thing of beauty, extremely puffy and full, shaved clean to show off all their natural beauty! What was really amazing, however, was that the tip of Quin’s clit was visible outside her crack!

Quin stepped closer so that Carl could get a better look, and he gingerly reached out and separated her lips, completely exposing her clit to the night air! “My god,” he groaned, “that is the biggest clit I’ve ever seen!”

“Do you like it,” she asked hopefully?!?

“Why wouldn’t I,” Carl stammered, “you have the most beautiful vagina I’ve ever seen!” For some unknown reason Quin broke down and began sobbing almost uncontrollably! Taken aback, Carl was sure that he had done or said something to offend her, and he jumped up and put his arm around her and pleaded, “I’m sorry if you’re not happy with me, if it’s anything I said or did, I’m very sorry!”

“Oh no, Carl,” she gushed, “you didn’t do anything wrong at all! Almost every man I meet thinks I’m just a freak, and wants nothing to do with me! You’re the first man I’ve ever been with who likes me for who and what I am!”

Carl was dumb struck, how could anyone not just fall in love with this incredible creature!?! He turned her to face him, and then taking her in his arms gave her a full deep kiss that told her all she ever needed to know about him! It had been so long since a man made her feel like a woman and not some circus side show! In a swift motion, she scooped Carl up and carried him to the bed room. As they crossed the threshold, they both laughed at the incongruous nature of what was happening! Quin lay back on the bed with her legs spread wide apart and her hands on her chest softly twisting her nipples. Carl, never taking his eyes off of her, removed all his clothing down to his shorts, the huge lump straining to free itself. Quin stared at his crotch, and reached out to caress his pecker through the thin cotton, and mouthing the words, “Show me,” and Carl was only too happy to do so!

As soon as Carl’s erection popped out of his shorts, a hungry mouth snatched it out of the air and sucked it in deeply. Loud slurping sounds filled the room as the cock hungry bitch ate Carl’s cock like it was the last one on earth. Carl tried to warn her that he was about to shoot his load, but all that did was make Quin suck on her pecker lollipop even harder! When Carl realized she wanted to suck his sperm, he stopped trying to hold back, and let his dick head make its own decision, and that was of course to empty itself in the hot mouth of the well muscled cocksucker!

As loud as Carl moaned when his cum ejaculated, Quin groaned that much louder, the result of her own self induced orgasm! Carl looked down at her crotch to see if she had used her finger on her pussy, but no, she had cum by rousing her clit, simply by squeezing her thighs together! Her face flushed with sexual excitement, Quin pulled Carl down next to her, and rolled over on top of him. He now felt what a woman must feel like when a man forty or fifty pounds heavier than herself mounts her, which was intimidating to say the least!

Carl ran his hands all over Quin’s upper torso, feeling the hard rippling muscles under her smooth taut skin. Escape, even if he wanted to would have been totally futile! Of course he didn’t wish to escape, in fact just the opposite was true. He wanted this amazonian goddess to take and dominate him the way a man would take a delicate female! The feeling of strength and power she had over him made his penis stiffen like a piece of oak hard wood! Everything about her was hard and strong, that is except for her vagina, which was soft and puffy, and just as feminine as any he had ever touched!

She kissed him fervently all over his face, giving him a deep French kiss when his fingers found her erect clit and rolled it back and forth between them. Trying to kiss and talk at the same time, she begged Carl to put his cock into her pussy, but he continued to rub her clit until she finally reached down and grabbed his pecker and guided it into her hot vagina herself! The hardness of her body and the soft squishiness of her pussy were contrasts like night and day! When Quin sat up on his pecker, all the muscles in her body seemed to bulge out, as if she were flexing them. Carl ran his hands over her chest, taking a moment to tweak her hard nipples, while she rolled her head from side to side, lost in a sexual abandonment that must have been months in the making!

His prick felt like a long hard spike sticking up inside of her, and it was apparent that even though she worked out like a man, she fucked just like a woman! And came like one too, her orgasms now coming in multiples, something that Carl could only dream about doing! Carl’s penis had now was in control of this fuck, and it viciously pounded in and out of Quin’s pussy like a jack hammer on the loose! The soft tender lining masturbated the big head until it couldn’t hold back in longer, the result of which was a brutally hard eruption of hot cum being spewed all over the inside of Quin’s very satisfied vagina!

After spending a few minutes regaining their strength, they hopped into the shower for a leisurely soap and rinse. Carl couldn’t keep his hands off Quin’s body, and it was very apparent that she loved getting all this attention from a man! Looking at his face, Quin’s eyes again welled up with tears, afraid that her new found love might use her as a one night stand. Carl, seeing this, took her in his arms and kissed her deeply, his tongue probing all over the inside of her mouth. When he pulled away, he kissed gently on both eyes lids, as if to kiss her tears away. His hand slid down her body until it rested on her mound, his finger probing for her clitoris. When he found the hard little nub he said, “As long as this is hard for me, this will be hard for you,” his penis now again at full erection!

She threw her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear, “Always hard, always for you!”

She held her breath as she waited amongst the masses in the terminal at Hartsfield Airport. After more than two years of loving and fighting and loving again, they were finally going to meet. Theirs was an Internet/interracial love that had gone through more stages of development than an unborn child. Metaphorically, if things went well, Chantal and Juan were about to give birth to a love that defied definition.

He ascended the escalator and a lump formed in his throat. All of his dreams were wrapped tightly in this encounter. Finally, he was to know deep within his heart if the love he had felt for her the minute they virtually met so long ago was real. I was her openness for learning Latino culture and his adoration of the strength and resilience of Black women that kept them together. It was their stubbornness that kept them apart.

Their eyes connected instantly, as if they were drawn together like two inseparable parts of a whole. He dropped his bag at her feet and took his Ebony beauty into his arms. She fit perfectly in his arms as she stood on tiptoe to find her spot in his arms. He became erect immediately, not because of lust but because he knew immediately that he belonged to her. He had found his spiritual home within her soul and he knew his search had ended. Her tears flowed steadily and he comforted her with his soothing, gentle voice and whispered his professions of love to her. The crowd around them disappeared as they melted into each other’s arms.

The ride to her home was made in silence. Juan had to adjust himself at times to accommodate the raging erection that he couldn’t control. Chantal was afraid to speak because she thought the magical spell would break. Juan was too busy staring at his wife to make idle conversation. Not his future wife, but his wife in the most spiritual sense. No license or ceremony in the world could validate the love that emanated from his very being for her at that moment. Nothing could keep them apart from this point on. He couldn’t help but stare at her beauty and poise and enchanting curves.

Chantal fumbled with the key to her apartment for a few seconds; afraid to open the threshold to what could possibly be her wildest dreams becoming a reality. Juan knew he was home the second he stepped in the door. He would have to call his job and take a leave of absence while he looked for a job in Atlanta because he knew there was no way in hell he was going back to Cali without her. The door was barely closed when he pulled her to him and showered her neck with kisses. She responded more passionately this time, uninhibited by the presence of weary travelers and Homeland Security personnel. Her nipples were hard and the moistness between her legs was only a tiny signal of the passion that was about to transpire.

They kissed and it cemented in both their minds that there was no turning back. Chantal pulled Juan to the floor on top of her as their lust consumed them. She was grabbing for his dick and he was ripping the blouse from her body as buttons flew everywhere. They were two passionate, lust-filled animals in heat writhing on the floor as they surrendered to the years of intellectual and emotional foreplay they had shared.

Their kisses fed their hunger for one another. They feasted on each other, drank of each other’s essence. Chantal spread her legs and awaited her moment of reckoning. He lowered his mouth to her sweet center. Her slippery and sweet juices were flowing freely. Her lips were parted slightly, exposing her silken and pink center. His tongue softly flicked at her clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout her entire body. Chantal’s body jerked and shook every time his lips sucked her sensitive button. The more he licked the wetter she became. Her moans and utterances of profane and graphic directions were music to his ears. “Baby, I love the way you lick my pussy . . . oh shit . . . fuck . . . yesssss. . . finger me. Oh Papi, it feels so good. Ay Dios mio. Mas duro, por favorrrrr. Ahora.” Juan cupped her ass in his hands and pulled her pussy to his mouth and drove his tongue deep inside her. I need you inside me now. NOW,” she screamed. Chantal was lost in so much pleasure her tears began to flow as freely as the cum that now coated Juan’ face.

Juan held back the tears in his own eyes as he prepared to take his final journey home. They moaned out in ecstasy as he penetrated her very soul. Juan was content that he had found his reason for living. Every trial, every pain and hurt that he had ever suffered, was washed away by the sweet juices that coated his raging hardon. He was so deep inside her, so completely enveloped in the core of her being, he got lost in her identity and they became one.

His orgasm hit him hard. More than just the physical sensation of pleasure overtook him; it was the realization that they could not be separated ever again. He had left his mark inside her; his seed would surely grow. He collapsed on top of her and she cradled him and comforted him in her sweet and loving embrace.

“Te quiero mucho,” she whispered, as they drifted off into a peaceful slumber—forever to be man and wife.

The door was still open with the fleeing masked man gone a few seconds before as I welcomed Bob Thomson and John Willis. They were burly men and good at their job. Superintendent Peter Hayter accompanied them. They looked at me very strangely. It was then that I realized that I looked a sight. For a girl who was raped I was the perfect advertisement. My disheveled hair, my cum filled pussy covered by my nightie I did not look exactly a victim and I could sense their arousal. Even my matted underarms were wet and moist and there was an aroma of sex. I, of course did not look like a rape victim but they could smell the sex in the air. Even my pussy hair was visible since my nightie was soaked and the dense hair was clearly visible as it had bunched up in my crotch and with all the cum in the area it stood out.

I did not know what to do but I invited them in. I told them that I was trying to switch the light on but I had pressed the switch by mistake. They were not buying my story but I think they liked what they saw. I went to the kitchen to make them a cup of coffee. When I came back they asked me if somebody had been here. I denied that but Superintendent Peter asked me why my panties were lying on the floor. Saying so he picked it up and sniffed it. Its wet he said are you sure no one was here. I could not think of an answer and I said I was horny so I was masturbating.

John and Bob’s eyebrows were raised and I carried on telling them that I wanted to be fucked and I was craving for cock. Was there a better invitation? But Superintendent Peter seemed to be still official he reached out towards me and felt my underarms. Your hairy armpits are wet with saliva and sweat how come there is saliva in your bushy armpits”. I could see he was stirred as his eyes never left the thick mat of hair in my unshaven armpits. He carried on Surely you could not have licked your own hairy armpits or did somebody do this to you”. Just as he said that Peter swooped down and licked the jungle in my bushy underarms.

I could feel hands all over me exploring me, my breast and nipples were being mauled I felt one hand on my pussy then a finger was in my pussy then I felt it flick my clit another was playing with my ass hole. Without warning I was bent over a table my face hitting the hard surface. I was held face down then I realized what I was in for it was a gangbang. Soon they all stripped and I saw some impressive throbbing members. Bob and Peter were huge but John was special. He seemed like he porn star John Holmes who was sensationally 12 or 13 inches big.

“On Your Knees you hairy slut Peter said as he pushed his cock towards my face. I started to lick his member then took the head in my mouth It stretched my mouth as it went in but as I got his head in he thrust forward and he hit the back of my throat and I gagged he with drew and pushed it in again harder and I could feel him slip down a bit further out and in each time deeper into me I gulped air each time he pulled out and soon he was in me all the way and I was powerless to do anything about it his thrust became faster and faster then on a hard thrust he shot his cum deep down inside my throat and I began to choke I heard him shout “Swallow my cum you hairy bitch and I did what he instructed it was very hard as his dick was all the way inside me but somehow I managed it then he pulled out pushing me to the floor.

Now Bob grabbed a handful of my armpit hair, and forced me to face him on my knees. I had just given a blowjob to Peter but he wanted some himself. I knelt in front of him as he held his soft limp cock towards my face. He moved his cock towards my lips, easily placing it in my eager wide-open mouth. I could feel it swelling against the bottom of my mouth, and soon it was large enough in my mouth as it throbbed as I bobbed my head up and down his swollen penis. “Lick it,” he said harshly, and I began to lap at the bottom of it with my tongue. It swelled more, and he began pumping into my face. After just a few thrusts Bob man pulled out and pulled her to her feet. John too was wagging his hard prick before my eyes. “You like this, don’t you, bitch?” he said teasingly, twirling his fingers in my curly pubic hair.
John moved his hand down from my pubic hair to my slit, feeling the moisture there. He held his fingers up to my face, wet with my juices. “Look at this, you hairy slut,” he said. “You’re all wet.”

John stood behind me. He ran his large finger from my bushy armpits, down my spine, tracing the curves of my buttocks and thighs, teasing the slit between as he traced. He began to rub the thighs softly with his palms, caressing their smoothness. I felt John behind me and I could feel the hardness of his cock pressed up against my thighs. He placed his cock between my legs, against my slit.
Peter was watching the proceedings from a short distance. Now he stepped up and sat on the couch, reclining back. He bent his knees and scooted closer, his groin directly under my face. Grabbing a handful of my bushy armpit hair, he pulled my head down until my nose began to nuzzle his cock.

His cock slid easily into my open mouth, and I instinctively tried to pull back off of it. His hand in my armpit hair prevented this, and he pushed his hips upwards to stab the back of my throat. I felt Bob push his cock into the wild untrimmed hair in my bushy armpits. He actually tugged at my tufty armpit locks and rubbed his dong in the bushy armpit forest. I started to relax, breathing deeply and lapping at the base of the staff in mouth. The hot skin in my mouth seemed to tighten and Peter directed my head in smooth up and down thrusts, effectively fucking my mouth.

John was still teasing my clit, rubbing his cock along the slit of my bushy pussy, spreading the moisture all around. He held my hips still, while Peter controlled my upper body. I relaxed, allowing the three men to do all the work. I squirmed slightly, moaning around the cock in my mouth, wishing that John would impale me with his large monster cock.

Finally, with a soft grunt, John thrust his cock into my hairy cunt. I cried out as Peter rammed more of his cock into my mouth and Bob ravaged my unshaven armpits with his swollen penis. I began to suck hard on it even as Peter groaned, holding my head tighter. The cock filled me completely, stretching the skin around my pussy. I pushed back on it, forcing it to go deeper into myself. John groaned, his cock moving in and out of me his hands gripped my hips roughly, fingers digging into my soft flesh. I moaned again, licking the cock in my mouth enthusiastically. Bob was swaying in and out of the forest in my underarms even as droplets of sweat dropped from my matted armpits. John thrust himself hard into me, harder than before as Peter grunted, easing his hold on me.

Now they wanted to change positions. I never had three cocks in me but they sure were a harried lot. I wondered what my parents would have said if they had seen their innocent daughter being pummeled by three hard men.

I now had one man in my mouth one in my cunt and the third pushing his penis into my unshaven pits. I needed more cock. Damn that bastard Raoul. Where was the masked rapist? All these thoughts clouded my mind as they changed positions.

2

Ian D’Amour had very few friends among the Kindred and even fewer outside of the vampire society, but those Kindred that he could call friends were powerful and uncontrolled which made them a lethal ally. Among these friends are three that he new could be trusted unquestionably. His loyalty to them as well equaled or exceeded theirs.

There is Alison, a beautiful yet deadly Eco terrorist. She was raised by her father, that was an executive suit for the Pentex Corporation, until the time of her change occurred at the ripe age of eighteen. Her father had sent her to all the best military schools to bestow a sense of discipline in her life, but instead it became the root of all her terrorist activity.

Alison and Ian met under extreme circumstances. She had been caught by a pack of Sabbat vampires, caged, beaten, and stabbed her through the bars. They had taken her to the center of town, and while they rode horses, let her go and had their own version of a foxhunt.

Ian had heard her cries and though he was in association with Sabbat vampires, he felt pity on her and saved her from an untimely death. They became lovers for a while, then as they got closer, afterward they agreed friends was the best choice of action. However they both still feel strongly towards each other.

Then there is Hellblade. He is a renegade garou that had a thirst for bloodshed that made him feared among the feared. Hellblade is almost never in his human form, choosing to take that of a gigantic black wolf-beast. He stands eight feet tall and can lift a car with ease. He wields a huge broad sword that looks as nasty as its owner does.

Hellblade is possibly the most powerful friend he had, next to Steven Ramos, his employer and friend. Steven is the diabolical Tremere that rules over Dallas. He is the Archbishop of Dallas and has acquired much power over its inhabitants. The Kindred of the Sabbat have taken Steven into their ranks willingly and allowed him to rule the city. Although Steven is considered an ally, Ian can not ignore the mystery around him.

Ian entered the city, looking down its cluttered streets, thinking of these friends. He hoped somehow to end the eternal loneliness that he has felt for so long. Even now within the city that feeling was still there, as it has been since his embrace and turning but now there seemed to be hope for a better tomorrow. When morning came he would retire to his room in the Cathedral and with much praying and hope, just maybe he would finally feel at home.

by Morbidream (MORBlDreams@aol.com)

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Her thoughts raced, because she couldn’t believe that she had been invited! It was just, like, too cool. There she was though, at the mall, with some friends when she spotted these two oh so hot Army guys; and oh my god, they were like looking at her! She had nearly fainted when they came over and started talking to her and her friends, asking them how they were”, and telling them how hot they looked. She had lied and told them she was 18 when they asked, but hey she was mature and she DID look older for her age. And then they had asked her and her friends if they wanted to come to this “floor party” at their barracks! She was SOOOOO lucky!

And so here she was, dressed to kill in her little leather mini-skirt, boots and sports bra and enjoying all of the lusty looks. It was only too bad all her friends were too scared to come; I mean, what a bunch of little babies. At least one of her friends had said that she would tell her mom she was staying at her place; that way she could stay out all night at this party. She had even worn one of her new little thongs and it made her feel so sexy, not to mention she knew when she bent over that the guys could tell, and that made her feel naughty. She liked that. She knew her tight little butt stretching her little skirt and the thong would get all the guys that looked her way hot and bothered, and she LOVED to tease.

It turned out that the hot guys from the mall were roommates, and their room was one of the main ones that this party was happening in! It was sooo cool. Everyone was drinking, and dancing, and watching movies (she even saw some people watching a porno in ONE room); and these two guys were so nice and hot. They kept bringing her beer so she didn’t have to even go find one or do anything. And now, they were sitting on one of the beds in their room watching “The Wall by Pink Floyd while they kissed her and rubbed her shoulders. They were such good kissers, and hmm they made her feel sooooo sexy and naughty.

The guys smiled at each other as they had this sexy little tart laying between them, in her little bitty skirt and top. They had really outdone themselves this time; she couldn’t be more than 16 if that, and she wanted to be so old and mature. They had been bringing her beer and vodka all night long and knew that she was pretty wasted. Their hands freely played with her breasts, and gradually pulled her sports bra over them as she leaned against the wall kissing them; she didn’t even notice, much less try to resist. The whole time her skirt riding higher and higher, revealing her little thong. They gently caressed her legs, rubbing her inner thighs as she subconsciously spread her legs wider and wider. She moaned as they slowly rubbed her pussy through her panties and felt her wetness, her legs spread even wider.

One of the men pulled her thong to the side to get a better feel, spreading her lips with his fingers as his friend was sucking on her breasts. He slide one finger inside her juicy snatch and realized her hymen was still intact, and then chuckled to himself as he realized that it wouldn’t be for long.

“Oooowe, shtop.” She slurred at him. “Jusht look, I don’t let people touch”

And with that, her head rolled to the side and she passed out. The two men looked at each other and smiled, knowing they were going to get yet another notch on their cocks. One of them quickly flipped a coin and cursed as he lost, the other wasting no time in unzipping his pants and crawled on top of the limp girl. He ripped her panties off with one yank and tossed them into the corner.

Lining his throbbing member up on her moist cunt he thrust into her. With one smooth motion he felt himself penetrate deep, ripping right through the hymen and becoming her first fuck ever. She didn’t even moan as he did this; so complete was her stupor, only a slight grunt escaped her lips. Again and again he thrust into her, feeling her tight cunt gripping his cock. Raising her limp legs onto his shoulders he forced himself harder and harder into her unconscious body, as her blood slowly seeped out of her and ran down the crack of her ass. Finally expending himself in her, he let her drop to the bed, his hot cum and her blood slowly dripping from her cunt.

The other soldier smiled at the site, admiring the beautiful perversity of it. He rolled her over, her legs spread wide. Spitting onto his hand and rubbing it onto his enlarged cock, he then gripped one of her ass cheeks in each hand and spread them wide exposing her untouched anus. He then slowly forced himself into her ass, feeling it grip his cock. Pulling almost all the way back out; he then thrust himself deeper into her. In and out, he used her ass, brutalizing it. Pumping into her; thrusting into her, and eventually filling her bowels with his hot cum. He pulled off of her and wiped his bloody, cum covered cock on her skirt; and looked around to see the line already forming; the word was out.

The next man took her in the ass also, his way made easier by the cum that was already in there, his large cock engulfed in her tight little anus. When he was done her ass remained dilated and the cum easily ran out. Another man took his place, this one choosing her cunt, and he too came in her; filling her with his hot seed. The next two men decided to use her at the same time, laying her on her side, one violated her ass as the other thrust into her cunt; her limp leg hanging over one of them and a small amount of drool dripping from her mouth. When they were done, they noticed the line had gotten even longer. In and out, the men used her, again and again some coming back for seconds others for thirds. Some taking her ass, some her cunt a few her mouth filling her with their cum till it was dripping and her holes were gapping. People clapped with dark excitement when two men forced their cocks into her pussy at the same time; enjoying the degradation and deflowerment of this once innocent young girl.

One of the men bet she could take a fist in her gaping cunt now. He one ten dollars of the bet, when he slide his into her. The one that proved she could take a fist in her ass won 20. They laughed as someone started taking pictures of the fist in her ass, and how it gaped open when the guy pulled his hand out of her. She grunted a little as they rammed their fists in and out of her; she was still oblivious to the abuse, the alcohol having done its work. They would have to get her a copy when they were done.

Several men took their turn fisting her, never having done it before and wanting pictures taken of their fists in this hot young girl. By the time they had all gotten a turn her cunt and ass were agape, some of the people there wondered if they would ever close. Not because they were concerned mind you, just morbidly curious. Amazing what a few hours of real fun could do to a young body. I found the warped perversion of it a work of art, as darkly beautiful as an El Greco painting and only wished that she were awake to enjoy it.

They were now taking pictures of her with all sorts of objects stuffed inside of her, first a whiskey bottle in her cunt, then her ass, then one in both. A tent peg, phone, beer bottle, flashlights, combat boot up to the heel, brooms, plunger, shampoo bottle, bats. They all went in her, and went in her easily as the camera continued to take picture of her degradation.

That was when I noticed four of the guys take off, and wondered where they were headed too. I knew they enjoyed this kind of deprivation, so how could they leave? When they returned 20 minutes later with three dogs from the kennel I knew there purpose. Some of the guys tied her over a footstool so the dogs could get too her easily.

The first one mounted her, sliding all the way into her easily as people continued to take pictures. His front paws adding scratches to her sides, that would remind her for weeks what had been done to her, how she had been made a bitch for our pleasure. When the dog finally came his knot fell right out of her; her cunt too lose for him to even tie. Cum spilled from her ruined pussy and splattered to the floor.

We made sure the next dog took her ass, the camera’s flash going off every couple of seconds, a strobe effect. It was surreal. I actually came in my pants just watching it. His knot wouldn’t tie to her ass either, and popped right out when he was done. Cum gushing out of her and running down her legs and over her drooping pussy lips.

The last dog we let enjoy her cunt. It was after the second stroke that she finally woke up with a scream! Her tied hands tried to reach behind her and grab her cavernous cunt that no doubt was aflame with pain. Some cleaver person thought to bring a mirror so that she could see the dog raping her now. Her intense shriek was a musical note on par with anything the best violinist ever produced, and I moaned with pleasure enjoying it. The camera continued to flash. When he finally came, his knot fell out of her too. I don’t think she recognized the significance of this, pity. At the beginning of the night, his knot wouldn’t have even been able to fit inside her, and now now it wouldn’t stay in.

When we untied her, she continued to lay there bent over the footstool her ass and cunt stretched wide open, cum dripped from her like a waterfall. I was the only one that wanted to fuck her again. She didn’t even move, or whimper as I did. I don’t think she could even feel me, and in all honesty I couldn’t really feel her she was so wide. It was the hot, dirty wetness of it that finally sent me over the edge and I spilled my seed again into her ass mixing with the dogs. I had always wanted to fuck living art.

The next morning her cunt and ass were still gapping, but a couple of us used her again anyway. She didn’t even bother to stop us, she just lay there and let us do as we pleased. After that they showed her the pictures they had taken with a Polaroid. The look on her face, the tears as she saw all the objects, men and animals that had used her was hauntingly beautiful. The way her cunt and ass gaped open from the abuse. She understood that if her friends, family or school-mates ever saw these that she would be humiliated, no one would ever want to even talk with the dog-fuck-slut. Even if it hadn’t been her idea, even if she had been forced, she knew no one would want to be her friend, no guy would want to date her, not after what happened.

I was actually somewhat surprised to see her at the mall a eight months later, very obviously pregnant. She still had a nice ass though. I momentarily wondered which one of us was the dad, then I wondered what she told her parents. When I asked her, she mumbled back that she told them it was one of the boys at school, but wouldn’t tell them his name. That’s when they made her started home schooling.

She was shocked when I told her right there I wanted to marry her, but when I made her tell her parents they were pleased. After all, what parent wouldn’t want their disgraced daughter to marry a fine upstanding soldier. Why would I do this? Well, with a wife I didn’t have to live in the barracks any more, had someone to go to the parties with me, and most importantly I could have the pet dogs I always wanted. They love my new wife almost as much as I do.
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