Sex Show Stories

They were coming to the end of the first year of their secondary school and one of the big end of year events was the celebratory party. Jenni and Josie had been looking forward to this for weeks now.

This is going to be so much fun Jen, we’ve got all the gear and there are gonna be boys from all the years above us. Yeah, and girls too she grinned at Josie. She had experienced a few more girls than Josie and loved the feel of a girls hands on her as much as she loved cocks inside her. We have had such a fun year this will really top it all off!

The few weeks dragged by until the weekend of the dance was nearly upon them. Everyone was talking about it at school and the buzz and excitement was everywhere.

Jenni awoke on the Saturday morning to an odd feeling of fresh air on her knees, thighs and little belly. Her legs were just slightly shaking and then she looked down the bed to her best friend, nude and on all fours, her tiny little not nearly A cup breasts poking from her chest with hard nipples and her tight firm butt up in the air. She gasped as she felt Josie place her new toy on her newly aroused clit. It was a finger attachment that vibrated and josie had it rolling around Jenni’s tight little bud and gently teasing her pussy lips with another finger, enjoying the sight of her friends tiny little 13 year pussy get moist and then wetter and wetter.

Good morning honey said Josie, morning said Jen, between arches of her back as the device hit the right spot. What a way to start the day she said as she pushed her cunt up towards her friends face. Josie moved her finger and used her other hands fingers to slide into her mates pussy, deep inside, touch her G spot, slide slowly out then suck her fingers whilst her friend watched. Thats it said Josie, just getting you in the mood for tonight. Nooooo, she whimpered and lay there on her bed as horny as she could imagine wanting so much more.

Just then her Mum called, c’mon girls, time for breakfast, so the girls slipped on their pajamas and headed downstairs. They finished, showered and dressed then wen into town to hang out with their friends and discuss the fun and games tonight. Jenni was nearly 14 now and not so much out of bounds as everyone was at it by that age and her figure really got the boys looking. Not that Josie’s tiny frame didn’t either.

They’d said goodbye to everyone later in the afternoon and that theyd see them tonight and headed home to get ready. Her big sister had been to the liquor store for them and picked up some wine for the girls whilst they got ready as they wouldn’t be allowed to drink at the party.

Lets play a drinking game before we start Jen! Ok said Josie, they’d showered and sat in their towels drying their hair and opened the wine. With pop on the radio they started drinking and giggling already. They drank and asked questions they knew the answers too already and danced around the bedroom naked in the late afternoon sun by the window. Outside the guys next door were having a barbecue so they spent as much time as they could in their view, daring each other to do more until Jenni sat on the ledge, spread her legs and grabbed the nearest dildo and masturbated whilst they watched, stopping before getting too far so as not to ruin the night ahead. The sun was on her naked body and the lads all stood gasping and she could see the bulges in their shorts from her view. She slipped away from the window and they laughed and finished getting dressed. Good job we’d already put on our make up hun, as I see 2 of everything right now Jenni laughed. Me too said Josie.

They got dressed and admired each other and still couldn’t believed what they’d picked out. Josie was wearing high heeled black shoes, her long just shy of preteen legs were skinny and run up until a tiny little black cotton mini skirt with pleats that would blow up in the slightest of wind. Her thin legs ran up under the skirt to her naked freshly shaven little twat, nearly as bald as it was just three years ago only with a tiny square above her clit. Above her skirt was nothing. She had a bare mid riff apart from her belly ring and the only thing covering her little tites was 2 cm long strips of black duct tape across her nipples like 2 X’s. Her hair was up with little strands on either side of her face and her lip gloss made her lips shine and shimmer in the light.

Jenni had chosen boots, knee high with zips up the inside. She had gone with shorts for her outfit, but they were short, very short shorts. Josie wasn’t impressed when she was shown them the fist time but Jen explained. they are cotton hun and look at this, she’d shown them on her and Josie smiled. They were so small that her firm butt hung out the bottom and the top of her cheeks were visible above, and around the front, the top of her pubic hair showed at the front and her pussy actually sat either side of the crease in the shorts. My god, they are more revealing than a bikini Jenni so she let her off. So with her knee high red boots and her grey with red striped shorts, she topped it of too with red tape in tiny heart shapes over her perfect B cup chest, still as firm as when they first grew and a perfect handful. Also, she had a silver chain around her waist that hung of her tight waist beautifully above her shorts.

The car horn hooted, they grabbed their coats, smiled at each other, applied a little more lip gloss and perfume and went to he car. After the long ride and the usual lecture from her mum , jenni helped Josie out of the car and they walked into the school for the disco of their young lives.

They made their way through the entrance and got their hands stamped and paid the small price amongst all the kids moaning about having to pay, but they didn’t mind, not at all. They got through the crowds saying hello here and there and admiring the other girls outfits and then giggling and pointing different older boys out to each other. Once they found the cloakroom, they felt themselves get nervous and excited at the same time so in unison, they undid their coats and handed them to 2 lads in their year at school with their jaws on the floor. Uh, uh, thanks said one as he sat and stared at her tiny perky breasts, the cold pushing her nipples into the tape and making them stand out more, the cold just making the girls breasts seem further. Josie winked and said thanks back, then flicked up her skirt at them and then they ran of laughing into the main school hall.

There they stood at he entrance and looked around the hall as a hundred pairs of eyes looked at them. 2 13 year old girls stood at the opening of the school disco; tiny bits of tape covered their young breasts and their chests and tight firm waists open for all to see, one with a skirt so high that her pussy lips were just visible below and her friend in shorts that slid between her lips and only hid her clit from full view, with just a few inches of naked teen flesh between them and her boots.Both girls felt twinges between their legs adnd Jenni felt herself getting moist at everyone staring at her. With the show over for now, they moved amongst their school friends and found somewhere to dance.

Lots of R&B played as they were grinding up and down against each other showing off more and more to those around them. Jenni kept folding Josie’s skirt up until there was less than an inch. Now she just had a belt on and a thin one at that, the only thing it covered was her belly button. Josie was stumped, she couldn’t work out what to do to Jenni in those shorts so she did all she could and folded them down her friends bum inch by inch. She too had just a belt now but it sat just below the bottom of her now very moist cunt and her whole tight butt was out in the open.

They continued to dance like this for ages, both with everything but their nipples on show and their grinds and moves became more provocative until they started to lose control. Both girls were unbelievably horny, their pussies soaked in their own juices and their pussy lips gasping for anything. They couldn’t control themselves and just loved showing off but managed to keep what clothes they had, on their bodies for now. Out in the middle of the dance floor, they were constantly surrounded by other kids and students, some their age but some 4 years older, just too young to go into normal clubs. This meant for one, no teachers could see them and 2, nearly anyone around them was theirs, and everyone around them was their to see them too. They were in their element.

Josie was in front of Jenni, her back to her and grinding down whilst Jenni’s hands slid up and down her friends side, butt and legs. As she danced longer her hands moved more, when Josie was upright, she slid her hands to her friends thighs, each time moving closer inwards, then as she moved down her hands would slide up her friends belly and then dance around her friends breasts, slowly running her fingers underneath then across the bottom of her tits, then onto her nipples before she slid up again and Jenni’s hands moved down to her thighs once more. With everyone watching, Jen could smell her friends horniness and reached her fingers around and slightly parted her pussy, moving her finger tips into her swollen hot cunt and flitting her fingers on her naked clit. With her skirt now a thin strip around her waist, she moved till her friends hands were all over her tiny tits and she nearly came from the exciting pain as she fel the tape rip off her nipples exposing them to all watching. Again, she rose up but this time turned around and whipped her best friends shorts down the skinny near preteen things, over her knees and let them drop to the floor where Jenni kicked them off just before Josie pulled the tape of her friends firm B-cups with her teeth whilst she pushed her own butt up in the air. Naked as they could be but their shoes and shimmering silver jewelery they continued to dance, their hands all over each others bodies, the juices from their pussies used to help their hands glide all over each other as they went.

Desperate for more than just each other, the girls regained some self control and looked around those watching till they found 2 blokes each who were older and seemed keen. After teasing their cocks through their trousers a few times they fingered each other in front of them, grinding their teen little fingers deep inside each other before offering the boys a chance to suck on them which they all did as soon as they could get near the girls fingers. They didn’t want to be thrown out of the school so they grabbed the lads hands, left what clothes they had on the floor and walked the lads out through a side door in the hall to the park just outside, but off the school grounds. Their naked little bodies were shocked by the cold and the chill hardened their nipples again but they knew they need to be fucking as soon as they could to get warm again.

Once over at the park they had a lad each lie on the picnic benches for the parents to watch their kids on the playground. They unzipped their trousers and both smiled when they saw such huge rock hard cocks there in front of them, both just dying to enter these jail bait 13 years little cunts and fuck them silly. A crowd had followed and half the audience had their mobile cameras out and were videoing everything. Without wanting to wait, they pulled them across the bench so their legs hung off and Josie and Jenni climbed on top and straddled the lads, plunging their tight assholes down on the blokes glistening cocks. No one could believe it, especially the blokes as they not only got 2 young dirty girls, but up the ass too, it was the most amazing, tightest thing they’d ever felt and were both in heaven. The girls teased them as they got comfortable and just sat on the tips of their cocks before building momentum and letting them in further. As the lads groaned in pleasure the girls pushed the tiny firm asses down loving 8 inches of hard cock fill their holes and push deep inside their bodies. They kept going till they could sit firmly on the lads bodies, engulfing every inch of cock somewhere inside them. Wanting some real pleasure though, the girls curled their fingers and called the other 2 lads over. their cocks already out, they knew what was coming as the girls grabbed the guys cocks and pulled them into their open waiting pussies. None of them could believe they were shagging girls with waists smaller than their upper arms and certainly didn’t complain. Josie and Jenni were in heaven, they were both sat on 2 huge 10 inch cocks, deep tight and thrusting hard into their firm little asses and now, had their ankle wrapped around the necks of 2 other 17 year olds whilst they fucked their horny tight cunts. Double penetrated on picnic benches being watched and filmed by dozens of people their screams were heard forever as they could feel themselves riding orgasms of their lives. They snogged the blokes in front of them as they fucked their little twats hard and pulled and twisted their tiny tits. Bent double with their feet by their own heads, they could feel their tiny bodies being used, all attention on one area of their underage bodies but hey didn’t care, they loved it as much as the lads and couldn’t believe the pleasure of 2 cocks touching the back walls of their asses and tight little bald twats.

Like the sex toys they loved to be, their bodies bent double and they relished each thrust inside them from in front and behind. Each thrust got deeper and harder as they hung from the blokes in fronts necks and were held in place from behind and were being used and fucked so hard they couldn’t imagine where the cocks went the size of them. Oh fuck me fuck me harder shouted Jenni and Josie was screaming in pleasure. Oh god don’t stop ever. The lads thrust Harder and faster and josie and Jenni were screaming in ecstasy louder and louder, harder, faster Jenni screamed. Fuck me senseless please shouted Jenni as she bit into the lads neck to control the lust and pain and pleasure throughout her body. As she stifled her screams with her teeth on his neck his hands cupped her near flat breasts, rubbing and kneading then pulling tight on her nipples, pinching them and flicking them.

Suddenly both girls couldn’t control themselves anymore as they screamed again and then came like they had never before. Over and over as their insanely deeply double penetrated bodies were fucked to oblivion and they came again and again. As they came again they started feeling the blokes come inside them, they’d held out just long enough to make the girls cum then cum deep into them instead this time, they all were coming now and the video mobiles were in overdrive as the noises of complete pleasure exuded from the benches in front of them. Oh yes, I’m cumming the lads started shouting and the girls shouted yes, yes, yes as they all orgasmed in each other and the final thrusts penetrated hard inside them. Oh fuck, fuck yes, god said Jenni as the lads momentum slowed and the girls just felt their cocks holding them up until they started to soften.

The 2 standing guys pulled out the girls pussies and let their legs down as their cum dripped from their petite bodies and Josie and Jenni just mustered enough strength to climb off the other lads, their holes feeling empty with the cocks now gone. They moved over and lay down on the benches next to the other blokes, exhausted and feeling exhilarated like nothing before. Their naked bodies being filmed close up as the cum slid out of them.

Jenni sat up slightly on to her elbows, winked at Josie then everyone watching and said, next.!

My Penance—How My Ex Tried to Make Me Jealous

The following is indented for ADULTS ONLY. If you are under 18 or are offended by stories of a sexual nature, STOP NOW. This story takes place in a FANTASY world with no AIDS or STDs. In the REAL world AIDS and STDs can kill you. Protect yourself!

I dated Anna for 1.5 years and after living with her for about nine months, decided to end it. She had many wonderful qualities, but the fire in my belly was not there. She was insecure and always jealous when I spent my time with others or by myself. Because of this, it was difficult to keep up friendships. Not only that, she disapproved of some of my friends and insisted that I have no contact with them. Anna was always certain that I would cheat on her because I could be overly flirtatious. I might flirt now and then, but I am loyal to a fault. She was devastated by the break up. I felt bad too, but it was the right thing to do. After the hurt started to wear down, she started being angry with me. She would lash out at me and try to wound me psychologically.

A week after I dropped the bomb, we stopped having sex and stopped sleeping together. The friendship and feelings of comfort drew us together, not the chemistry. Sex, for me, was only okay with Anna. She was very plain looking. Her body didn’t do much for me—she had a big butt, and medium-sized tits (34b) that drooped tremendously. I am into the mental aspects of sex—I love talking dirty and telling stories. I like it when my woman wears sexy outfits and acts lustfully towards me in public. Anna was into none of those things. She sorta liked porno, but never pushed the issue. She did not masturbate on her own. She loved having sex with me. She was always willing to suck my cock and swallow my cum, but she never let me shoot on her face (something I like to do). She liked having her anus stimulated while having sex; this lead me to buying her a very small buttplug (about the size of a finger). I was pretty adamant about not having sex after we broke up. Not that I didn’t want to, it was just that I didn’t want to send the wrong signal.

I moved into the other bedroom where her computer was. I should describe my house. It is ranch-style with a fully finished basement. On the main floor there are two bedrooms, a bath, a large kitchen, and a large family room. The bedrooms are adjacent to each other and connected by a main hall. The basement has a very large room (big enough to comfortably play ping-pong in), a bedroom with bath, and another room full of junk, which is connected to a utility room.

About 2.5 weeks after the breakup we were invited to a mutual friend’s party. It was a major event with lots of people and lots of good food. Jim had a very large house up in the hills. Anna and I decided it would be best if we attended separately. She went with her friend Joan; I went alone. Once at the party, Anna drank heavily. While mixing, I came across her while she was talking to a guy. She spotted me and snuggled up to him—I think she was trying to make me jealous, but it didn’t work for I am not the jealous time. Later when I past by them, she suddenly lunged at him and they started to kiss. I observed them for a little while. The party was very big and loud, and I doubt anyone else noticed them. A while later, I was loitering around the food, talking to a lovely woman, when I saw Anna and the guy come in the room. I could see that she was upset because I was talking to another woman. Anna led her man in the corner, and started to make out again. She was facing me and I found it difficult not to watch. Anna tried to make eye contact with me at all times, especially as she ran her hands over the guy’s butt. Eventually, the conversation with the lovely woman petered out, so I resumed mingling. Later, in a hall, I ran into Anna. She was real drunk. With anger in her voice she asked, “So what kind of slut was that you were talking to?”

“Just some woman. I don’t remember her name.”

“I’m with Tom. He knows how to treat a woman. He’s a good kisser,” she said with a slur. “I’ll believe you.”

“He is. But you’ll never get to experience these lips or this tongue again.”

“I guess not.”

“You bet your ass. I’m a hot woman and you threw me away, you asshole! You’ll never find someone better than me!” I walked away saying, “See you at home, Anna. I hope your friend is sober, because you are stinking drunk.” I went home. Once there, I prepared for bed, then fired up the computer. I felt like reading sex stories and looking at dirty pictures. I loved stories about sluts and seeing pictures of women with cum on their faces. I jacked- off and came hard. Anna stumbled into the house somewhat later.

Next week, Anna announced that she was not moving out until August 12 (it was July 17, and I broke up with her on the 1st). From there on, we got along some days and she screamed at me other days. These six weeks of living together after the breakup was my penance-my personal hell to pay for dumping her. I swallowed my pride and learned to grin and bear it. I buried my head in the TV and computer.

Over the next weeks when Anna went out at night, she would come home and insist on telling me about her experiences in great detail. I tried not to listen. Tuesday night, she went out with Tom for dinner. Thursday morning, I noticed a new, little blue case on the sink in our shared bathroom. I knew right away that it contained birth control pills. I found this strange because Anna had always been reluctant to try The Pill because of its side effects. Through my urgings, she got a diaphragm, but didn’t like using it. In most cases, we used condoms, which I never really liked, but what was I to do? Anna walked in the bathroom as I was examining the case. “Yes,” she hissed at me, “it’s The Pill. But you’ll never get to feel the benefits of me taking it.” The thought of her using it and effects on sex led me to a hard-on. After she spoke, she noticed my dick making a tent in my pants. She grabbed my crotch and moved her face to mine and heatedly said, “Too bad you dumped me; we could have had a lot of fun. But now, I’ll have fun with someone else.” I groaned a bit. She let go and left for work.

I had to jerk-off. I fired up the computer and opened some pictures that I had downloaded a few days ago. I tiled four pictures on my screen—all showed women sucking cocks, or with cum all over their faces. I was heavy into it, when Anna startled me by walking the room (I had left the door open). “I forgot my lunch,” she said. “What are you looking at?” I turned toward her and kept stroking my dick. Glancing back and forth between the screen, and me she said angrily, “I hope you like looking at your filthy pictures now, because the computer’s going with me.”

“I am enjoying it now,” I said with a big smile. Frustration grew in her face as she announced that she was going out after work.

That night Anna came home with bags of new clothes. She had to show me all her new bras and underwear. The bras were all sexy—lacy, or transparent, or low-cut. One was a “wonder bra,” she announced proudly. The panties were small; some looked like thongs. “Sexy, huh?” she asked. “Yes,” I agreed. “Too bad you dumped me because you’ll never get to see me in them.” She was trying to get my goat again, but it didn’t work. Friday after work, Anna went out dancing. Upon returning late, she had to tell me all the details about the guys she danced with and how she got felt up. She was a bit tipsy. As she moved around the living room, I could not take my eyes off her for she was provocatively dressed. I could tell that she had removed her bra at sometime during the day. Her blouse was unbuttoned about a third of the way down. Once she leaned down toward me to make a point, and I confirmed her lack of a bra. The story of her evening’s events and her clothing turned me on. This was a departure from her style. She was trying to hurt me by showing me what I was throwing away. I was not going to get back together with her. But I was excited, but not stupid enough to sleep with her again. The visions in my head of her acting this way would be good wanking material for a long time to come.

She stumbled into the kitchen. I needed some relief, so I went into the bedroom and turned on the computer. I read a story and looked at pictures. I thought I closed the door tight, but it crept open (it does that if you don’t close it tight). I was real close to cumming when I noticed Anna standing next to me. “Guess you love your right hand now, jerk-off boy.” I spun and looked at her while I continued to stroke my 7.5-inch dick. “I might,” I replied, but added cruelly, “but you’ll never get to fell this dick inside of you again.” She was taken aback, and a bit mad. She opened her blouse to reveal her sagging 34Bs. “And you’ll never get to feel these again! Tonight at the club, two guys squeezed my tits.” She squeezed them. “One even rolled his thumb around my nipples.” She demonstrated. This was too much for me for I started to cum. I grabbed some tissues and shot my load into them. She laughed evilly, “Tissue-boy! Jerk-off!” Still giggling, she left my room. She thought she was making fun of me, but it didn’t matter. She showed me her tits. I was keeping it at home. She was out in public.

I powered down the computer, turned off the light and crawled into bed. The damn door crept open again. I leaned to the end of bed to close it when I notice something—I could see right into Anna’s bedroom. In fact I could see her on the bed. This was possible with the help of a mirror on the door. I have only one full-length mirror in the house, and we moved it to the outside of the bedroom door so that Anna could use it to get ready for work when she left early. Now, I was using the mirror to check her out. Anna was naked on the bed. She was masturbating. She lay on her back with her right hand working her clit. Her left was shoving the anal-plug in and out. As her tempo increased, so did the size of my cock. She came hard—moaning and groaning. I grabbed some tissues and did the same. After she calmed down, she got up to wash the plug. We made eye contact, and she said with a wicked smile, “I hope you enjoyed the show, because you’ll never get the real thing again.”

Saturday morning I announced that I was going for a hike with my cousins and probably would go to their house afterwards to eat and play cards. I had done this many times and not returned home until late. She told me that she was going out to dinner and movie with Tom. The hike was great, but my cousin, Carol, was not feeling the best, so we called it a day after a light dinner. Since Anna was not going to be home until late, I decide to rent some porno. She had been making me horny and I figured this would be a great way to release some of my pent up feelings. We have a local “adult” store that is supposed to be “fun”-full of toys, lingerie, videos, and magazines. They advertised themselves as a great place where couples and women were welcome. It was well lit and every time I went there, I did see some women and couples. I was checking out some videos in the back corner when I saw Anna walk in. I was momentarily shocked and embarrassed. She was alone and did not notice me. I ducked into the magazine corner and kept an eye on her. She looked over the dildos and butt-plugs. I saw her pick out a big dildo and a large butt-plug. The store really turns me on in general, but her actions were really getting my dick hard. Anna then walked over to the videos. I didn’t know what she was looking at, but she spent about 10 minutes picking out two. She took the cards to the front. I saw her fill out a membership form, and pay for the videos and toys. After she left, I walked past the counter to look at the cards of the videos she had rented; one was a standard video, while the other was a gang-bang feature. I could barely contain myself, for I had nasty thoughts of catching her using her new marital aides and watching the videos. I went out to car. I couldn’t rush home, so I decided to kill some time at a coffee shop.

At 8pm, I headed home. I parked about 2 houses away, and quietly entered through the back door. The TV blared in the family room. I could hear grunts, groans and the bad music of a porno. Slowly I stuck my head around the corner and saw Anna sitting on the couch. She was wearing only a very light robe that was open. Her nipples were rock-hard. She was slowly moving the dildo in and out of her. Her eyes were fixed on the TV. My cock was like steel. I watched her for a little while, and then I decide to act. I stealthily moved into my room. I took off my clothes and put on my summer robe. I quietly walked back down the hall and stuck my head around the corner. Anna was in the same position. She never noticed me standing there. I immediately started to stroke my dick. Eventually, she looked up and was shocked to see me standing there with my dick in my hands. Even though she was startled, she did not take the dildo out of her pussy. Her attention returned to the tv and she began to masturbate again. I walked into the room and sat beside her on the couch. “Is this a good video?” I asked; she was watching the gangbang film. “Yes,” she hissed, and continued to fuck herself. We sat next to each other, masturbating. Eventually, we both came. I settled back and starting watch her reaction to the film. Every now and then she would say something like “look how big that cock is” or “look at all that cum.” After a little while, I went to bed. Over the course of the next week, I saw Anna masturbate via the mirror four times. By the end of the week, she started to being more brazen. She would make a lot of noise. In the morning, I would find the dildo and larger butt-plug in the bathroom; Anna left them there to dry after she washed them off.

Saturday, she asked if I could stay out late because Tom was coming over. I said I had to get up early to go hiking Sunday morning, but I would try to stay out as late as possible. I got home around 10pm. I walked in from the garage through the kitchen. The light was on over the sink and I could tell that someone was watching tv in the living room. As I walked toward the hall, I glanced into the living room and was able to see Anna and Tom sitting close to each other on the couch. “Hi. How’s your evening?” I said. Tom scrambled for a second, but Anna held him in place. “Good,” she replied, “we’re watching a romantic movie.” At that moment, I noticed that her hand was in Tom’s lap. I could just make out the fact that Tom had his dick out of his pants. I tried to ignore it and said, “I’m going read a bit and then go to bed.” They said, “Okay” and I went to my room. I got into my sleeping clothes (boxers and an old t-shirt), and went to the bathroom. As I walked to it, I glanced back in the living room. Anna’s head was now in Tom’s lap. She was moving her head and hand up and down. She was blowing him right there in the living room. He was just leaning back and enjoying it. I went about my business in the bathroom, but kept a deft ear on the situation. Soon I hear Tom start to moan. “Yes. Yes! Yes! Suck my cock!” he almost screamed. I got a hard-on. I went to bed and read. In 15 minutes, I turned off my light and went to bed.

My sleep was not restful and I tossed and turned. Eventually, begrudgingly, I woke up an hour later. I thought reading might remedy the situation. But first, I had to take a piss. Opening up my door, I noticed that Anna’s light in her room was on. It blinded me for a moment before I stumbled into the bathroom and did my business. Coming out, I glanced at the mirrored reflection of the events in her room-she and Tom were having sex. She was getting more and more brazen. First the hitting on guys at parties and bars, then sexy underwear, then porn and dildos, now sex with some new guy. She was trying to hurt me by making me see that she was a desirable, sexy woman, (I knew she was, but I just didn’t want to date her any more), and that I would never have her again. I settled back in my bed and watched the action. They were in classic missionary position with Tom thrusting in and out of her. Eventually, they switched so she was on top. She really ground herself into him. She was acting like a wild woman. They weren’t making a lot of noise. They switched to doggie- style and faced me. Tom was moving his hips fast. I heard her say, “Put a finger up my ass. Put your finger up my ass and make me cum!” I guess he did, and she did. She moaned and groaned, but not too loudly. Tom still kept thrusting after she stopped. He said, “I’m gonna. I’m gonna cum!” Anna got off him, turned around, and, I assume because I could not see it, swallowed his jism. They calmed down. I didn’t. I jerked off into a tissue. Afterwards, Anna walked by me, naked, on the way to the bathroom. We made eye contact and she gave me a searing glance. I shut my door and went to sleep.

I left for my hike early the next morning. All day, I got a hard-on any time I thought of last night’s show. Anna was trying to hurt me, and I realized that it was working. She was making me real horny by flaunting her sexuality right in front of me. I was frustrated and getting annoyed. I wanted her to move out that day so my life could return to normal. My darker side spoke to me and said that it was fun watching her get off and walk around naked. My darker side won out, and I determined to see how far Anna would go to make me jealous. If she was going to tease me and make me upset, I wanted to be thoroughly entertained by her new found sexual freedom.

Monday night, Anna announced that after dinner she need to check her email. Thinking fast, I jumped on the machine got on-line. Going into my account, I typed up a fake exchange between a friend and me:

J-,

>>>So what was wrong? >>Lots of things. You and I have talked about them-jealousy, different goals, >>sex, etc. >Sex? No, really? Like what? Well. this is a touchy subject but since we have discussed the intimate details of our lives before: She never wanted to do the things I wanted. Things that would get me off and make me come back for more, like look at porn on the internet, cum on her face, tell me dirty stories (especially about gangbangs) (I like to hear dirty stories and fantasize her or me acting them out), shaving her pubes, or vocalize during sex. Things might have worked out different if she would have complied with my wishes.

Enough about that, did you watch Dennis Miller on Fr

After I typed this much, I loudly announced that the system went down. I swore. Anna walked into the room. “The fucking system went down right when I was in the middle of writing an email. Good thing I am able to copy it.” I did so. I opened the word processing program, and pasted the fake message. I then went back to the internet. I signed on and told Anna that she could use it. I was hoping that her curiosity would get the best of her, and she would read my letter. I walked out of the room and watched tv. I heard her typing. After it stopped, I snuck a look; she was reading me letter. Yes! Half an hour later, I walked back in. She heard me and quickly hit the “home” tab. It wasn’t fast enough, and I saw she was looking at porn. I ignored that asked her to tell me when she was off. Anna said it would be awhile. After she finished surfing, I checked the history file; Anna had looked a lot of porn.

During the week, Anna continued to bold. She masturbated every night, but now she vocalized, making a lot of noise. I’m certain it was mostly for show. I enjoyed it a lot, and got off every night with her. She was getting up a little later, and making sure I saw her in the shower. One morning, I notice her shaving her crotch. Later, as she walked by me with only a towel around her head, I noticed that all of her pubic hair was gone. Thursday night, Tom came over again. Anna failed to mention this to me in advance, so I was at home the entire time. They went to the basement and played ping-pong. I spent my time playing on the computer and doing my laundry. I tried not to interrupt their game, but when I went to put another load in, I did overhear them discussing a wager of minutes. Tom owed Anna 15, while she owed him 10. I had no idea what they were talking about.
Around 9pm, I checked on my final load of clothing. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, right in front of me, I saw Anna sucking on Tom’s cock. He was sitting down in a comfortable chair and she was going down on him. I paused and watched for a moment. He tried to push her head away, but she said after looking at me, “I still owe you 3 minutes.” She went back to work. I took my time getting some of my laundry out of the drier. I heard him start to moan. I peeked around the corner to see Tom cum all over my former girlfriend’s face. She used her tongue more and said loudly, “Your cum tastes so good.” I walked by and smiling. A little while later, I stuck my head downstairs to see Tom licking Anna’s pussy. She was looking towards the stairs and must have noticed me. She said, “Do you like my shaved pussy?”

“Yes!” Tom answered, “I love it!” She got loud, “Yes! Lick my pussy! Make me cum!” I returned to my room and jerked off. Tom soon left.

Friday morning, I asked Anna if she was going out with Tom that night. “No,” she replied, “Tom is out of town for the weekend, but I am going out.” Late, Anna stumbled in. Her banging around woke me up. After hearing a crash, I got up and found her in the kitchen where she had dropped a can of soda. She was very drunk. “You are the biggest asshole in the world,” she said in slurred words. “I am hot. I am the best. I would have done anything for you.” She was crying a little, but mostly she was filled with anger. “You’ll see. I am the woman you dreamed about. You’ll see. Tonight, I had three guys after me. Three guys from the same firm. They were all dancing with me, feeling me up and kissing me.” Her mood changed rapidly, “It was so much fun!” With that she plopped in a chair. She collapsed, head first into the kitchen table. I ran to her. “Anna, go to bed.” She mumbled. I picked her up. She was limp. I dragged her to her bed and threw her on it. She barely budged. I took off her shoes. While doing so, I looked up her skirt and noticed she had no panties on. I tried to wake her, but she was out cold. Being a fiend, I undressed her. I looked over her body, then retreated to my own room.

The next morning, she did not say a word to me about waking up naked. She complained of a hangover and said she had a great time last night. During the day, I went for a hike, then ran errands. I got home around 6pm; Anna had already left. I showered, made some dinner, and watched tv. Around 9:30, Anna stumbled in with 3 guys. I couldn’t believe she would be so brazen. The guys were younger than her (right out of college) and varied in size and shape. Two were about 5′9″: one skinny, one overweight. The third was about 6′4″ and seemed to be athletic. After the guys walked into the kitchen, she leaned in and whispered to me with a devilish grin, “These are the 3 guys who think I am hot. You’ll never get to know how hot I am.” With that, the 4 of them retreated, drinks in hand to the back yard. It was a beautiful night-worth being out in. They turned the light on over the back porch and sat at the picnic table. One of the blessing of living in a dry climate is that there are few bugs. They talked loudly and laughed a lot; I tried to ignore them. Walking into the kitchen to grab a cookie, I overheard them playing some sort of word game. It was obvious that Anna was losing, for the 3 guys were talking about how she would have to “pay.” Half an hour later, I returned to the kitchen, and looking out the window, I saw the most amazing-Anna on her back on the picnic table. She was completely naked and her head was tilted backwards off of one end. The guys were still dressed, but one had his cock out and was fucking her mouth. He shoved it in and out. One of the other guys was sitting on the bench facing me; he looked spent. The third was standing near her head. He was stroking her tits, while she stroked his cock. The guy at her head started to moan and he pulled his dick out of her mouth. “That’s it,” she said excitedly, “cum all over my face, just like Fred did!” He did. She licked him off and said, “You taste good.” The third guy took his place and plunged his cock into Anna’s waiting mouth. It looked as though he had a small cock and thus shoved it all into her. On the third stroke he came, shuddering. He pulled his dick out and came all over her face. Anna was faking an orgasm when he started to shoot. She cleaned him off then sat up.

While all this was going on, I had taken my cock out and jerked-off. I could not believe I was watching this; my ex had become a wanton slut. It turned me on. Also, I was becoming jealous because I did not participate. I stroked myself while I stared out into my backyard. After Anna sat up, she smiled, gathered her clothes and walked toward the door say, “Don’t you boys go anywhere. We’re gonna have more fun.” Walking into the kitchen, she stopped and looked at me masturbating. “Don’t you wish you had a girlfriend like me? You did, but you threw me away. You’ll never find anyone else like me!” I looked her over—naked, with cum spattered all over her face and neck. I stroked myself even harder. “I bet you want to cum all over my face too!?” she said. “Yes,” I hissed. “Tough luck. Have fun with your hand!” With that, she walked by me and into her room. I grabbed some tissues and shot my wad.

A few minutes later, Anna reappeared in just her summer robe. Cum still dripped off her face as she went into the backyard. The four of them sat and talked for about 15 minutes. Eventually they came in; each guy paraded by me (2 of them still had their dicks out) and into Anna’s room. Of course she left the door open. I situated myself on my bed and watched the show. The guys undressed. She stroked their cocks and lay back on the bed. “Who is first? How ’bout George.” George was one of the smaller guys. He got on top of her and started pumping away. The other two took up positions around her. George hugged her body making it impossible for one of the others to work on Anna’s tits or face. After only a minute, he let out a large moan, then rolled off her. “Frank, you’re next.” Frank was the other short guy (the one who she had deep-throated a little while ago). He lasted a lot longer. He really gave her a work out. The other guy was playing with Anna’s tits. By her breathing, I could tell that she was getting close. Eventually, Frank screamed, “You’re a whore! Take my cum in your pussy!” She did.

Anna sat up. Every one relaxed for a while, except the guy who hadn’t fucked her; he continued to stroke his cock, which was big. She said to them in a loud, purposeful voice, “How’d you like to make my other fantasy come true?”

“I thought we made it come true by cumming on your face,” Frank said. Anna licked her lips and smeared some of the cum on her cheeks. “Mmmm. That was good. But what I want is to have all 3 of my holes filled at once.” I don’t know whether George was dumb, naive or just playing along, but he asked, “Three holes? At once?”

“Yes. I want Eddy in my pussy. I want Frank in my mouth. And I want you, George, in my ass! Do you think you guys can do that?” They answered with a resounding, “Yes!” I almost came right there.

“Okay Eddy, I want you on your back with your feet over the edge.” He did this and Anna knelt on top of him and pushed herself on to his big cock. She said with a grin, “Let’s see if I can get this big thing inside of me.” Slowly she eased onto Eddy. “Ohmygod that is big. You are stretching me out. Ohmygod. Ohmygod you feel so big.” She bottomed out and lay still for a moment. “Boy, you sure can fill me up.” Anna began pumping up and down on him. After a minute she slowed down and told George to lube up his dick and her ass. Her ass was a perfect level for him to fuck her while he was standing up. “Be gentle,” she said. He took over 2 minutes pushing into her. “Ohmygod. Ohmygod,” she said over and over. “I love your cock in my ass!” The guys stood still as she began to move. Her position made it so that she slid off both of them at once, then down on them. Her tempo and moaning increased. “I never thought sex could be so good,” she said in a howl. Eventually, Frank moved to her head stuck his cock into her well-worn mouth. The three of them moved awkwardly. Eddy started to moan first, as he dumped his load into her already-full pussy. Frank came for the third time that night, shooting his small load into her open mouth. George continued to pound away at Anna’s ass. Anna began moaning loudly. Her orgasm began. She was loud. I’m certain some of it was for me, but most of it was real. Her body shook. I came all over my hand. George began to shake and came in her ass. After a moment or two, Anna climbed off the two men, and fell back on the bed. “God. That was so fantastic. I can’t thank you 3 enough.” The guys were spent; all were on the edge of sleep. Anna shook them out of their fog and kicked them out! I couldn’t believe she would just use them like this.

After locking the front door, she walked into my room, still naked. “Those three know how to show a woman a good time.” My dick was still out, and started to perk up. “Man, they came a lot on my face.” She moved her hands all over her face and scooped some cum and licked it. “Mmmm.” She moved her hands to her crotch and spread her legs; “They fucked me good.” I looked and saw cum all over her pussy and running down her legs. She turned around, bent over, and spread her cheeks. “Look at my ass. George put his big cock up there and fucked me hard. God, it felt so good.” I could see cum on her asshole. I was rock-hard by now. I wanted her. I wanted her bad. “You want to fuck me, don’t you? Huh?”

“Yes!”

“Too bad. You threw it all away, you asshole! Maybe you’ll figure out what you lost, but I’ll never take you back!” She stormed out the room.

The rest of the week, I tried to avoid Anna. When we came into contact, she was mean to me. No more guys came over to the house, but she did masturbate almost every night. Her move-out day finally came and then she was gone. I was in hell those last few weeks. Anna showed me what a slut she could have been. The thoughts of knowing I would not be part of her antics made me sad. By the time she moved out, I had paid my penance. I was feeling much better, and often I jacked-off to the memories of Anna and those last weeks in the house together.

We’d go back into her room, even if her roommate was home, and she’d close and lock the door. We’d eat chocolate popsicles. She loved it best when they were chocolate Jell-o Pudding Pops, which took longer to melt, and she’d lick it all away with her eyes dreamily closed.

When we finished with the popsicles, she’d take off all of her clothes and we’d play “doctor”.

Usually all this consisted of was, simply, me sliding a popsicle stick into her butt.

She’d usually leave it hanging out about an inch and put all of her clothes back on, go back out into the kitchen, get another popsicle for us, then come back. Eventually, she’d strip again, and I’d get to slowly pull the popsicle stick out and replace it with a fresh cool one. Sometimes we’d put all the popsicle sticks in her butt, sometimes only the one at a time. It really depended on how “sick” she felt, and on how much “special medicine” the doctor had to give her.

She’d say, “This is soooo bad for me,” if we ate too many (spoil dinner, you know), so eventually we’d leave at least one popsicle stick still hanging an inch out of her butt, and we’d go out back to continue her “treatment”. Behind her neighborhood was a large undeveloped pine forest, owned by the university. Only rarely were the Forestry students anywhere near that side of the forest, so it was pretty safe to go out there and play.

My girlfriend would get us far enough into the forest to be hidden from “perverts’ eyes”, and she’d strip again. I would stay fully-clothed. She would then squat or kneel or get down like a dog, and I’d pull and push that last popsicle stick in and out of her butt.

The whole adventure always included a running commentary from her about how it felt, how she felt. She always played her role to the hilt.

“Doctor, when you wiggle it like that, it tickles me in my tummy.”

“I want to tinkle sometimes when you put it there, Doctor. Is that bad?”

“Doctor, can you see if my boobies are sick, too?”

After playing on the pine straw like that for a while, she’d typically begin to complain more and more about having to pee, and she’d make me tell her to hold it; then I’d have to chase her as she ran naked around the trees, squealing when the pine cones hurt her feet, still in agony over her bladder.

Invariably, as she got close to the end of her game, and she was one huge raw nerve.

The popsicle stick usually fell out when she ran around, and most of the time she spent several minutes smelling it and making me smell it. Covered in pine straw chaff and other tiny bits of miscellaneous forest, the slender smooth wood still held a powerful sweet odor, and a nice glistening sheen. It was almost never really “dirty”, either, but if it was, it was. She played the game anyway, and so did I.

Eventually, we’d carefully wipe it off on some clothing and stick it back in her butt, because she liked to pee with it in.

Now complaining non-stop, she’d squat naked over the pine straw and spurt and hold, spurt and hold, saying “Can you see it, Doctor? Is my peepee too smelly?” and stuff like that.

Often she held her hands down and caught it in little pools in her cupped palms, and together we would smell it up close. Always, she would drink one handful of pee. She’d rock back onto her haunches, her crotch still dripping a little, and she’d swallow slowly. Then she’d smile. And, even looking right at me, she was seeing another pleasure, somewhere far away in her mind. I never really got around to asking her about it, but it must have been nice.

Eventually, still hurting from a mostly full bladder, and she’d get to her feet and stand in front of a tree. Pushing her pelvis out and spreading her labia, she’d somehow pee straight out ahead of herself all over the base of the tree. She was barefoot, of course, and she’d complain about how wet and muddy her feet got by the time she finished.

Frequently, before she got dressed, I was asked—as the “Doctor”, of course—to feel her pussy with my fingers to make sure it wasn’t too wet. She called her pussy her “teetee”, and I would just press my hand on it and wiggle a finger against the length of her groove. Sometimes she would finger her butt after my teetee inspection, and then we’d spend awhile smelling her finger and confirming that her bottom was “OK”.

The final test, of course, was done using my dick. She would get dressed all the way. Even her pissed-on muddied feet would go back into socks, back into shoes. She’d stand up and happily chirp, “Thanks, Doctor!” But then, turning away, she’d pause and frown. A little finger would go up to her now-trembling lower lip, and she’d look back at me uncertainly.

“Doctor, are you REALLY sure you checked me good enough? Maybe there’s another medicine you could give me?” And she’d just stand there, mock pigeon-toed, knocking her knees together and chewing on the tip of her finger. I’d have to come up to her and undo her pants myself. Without any more words, her pants would go down around her ankles, and I’d push her down gently onto her hands and knees.

She would open her hands in front of her on the ground, palms up, as if she was still cupping her pee. As I released my cock—finally!—and go into position over her up-raised ass, she invariably lowered her face into her palms and began to moan.

Pulling her panties halfway down her thighs, I’d mount her. Obviously, her ass was very ready to be fucked. Slippery, pink, puckering open, her butt easily sucked me right in. Crouched over her in the woods, as cave-man as I could get, I’d grab her hips in my clutching fingers and pound my cock deep into her ass. She responded nearly every time with louder and louder squeals, muffled in her piss-stained hands. Her ass would thrust back at me with more and more strength, and eventually she’d raise her face and begin to yelp at me in great gulps of breath, “Fuck—harder—Doctor—Mmmph!—God—Oh!—Please!—”

And I’d come enough for a week, deep inside her sweet butt, while she rocked through her orgasm, tears in her eyes.

Putting her clothes back together, she’d go all shy and nervous on me. We’d share a chaste little kiss, then lightly hold hands as we picked our way back through the woods to the house. We wouldn’t talk. She would look at me every so often with sheepish sideways glance, sometimes touching her temple to my shoulder as we walked.

We wouldn’t ever mention it directly during “normal” times. It was never a topic for discussion that I wanted to bring up, to be sure. All I knew was, I got to fuck her ass. I could put up with almost anything for that; and, really, her “game” was one I actually liked to play. She would inevitably bring me a popsicle one late afternoon on some other day, and we’d go do it all over again.

As for the popsicle sticks, she kept them all in a Tupperware box in her freezer. I didn’t ask.

He had never felt so humiliated and degraded. Kalie had used and abused him in every way she saw fit. She had treated him like a faggot and fucked him in the ass with her strap-on. She had made him eat out a stranger’s pussy. Then, in his shame and horny state, he had apologized to her again and again for breaking his promise, and agreed to film himself doing exactly what she had caught him doing. He was to film himself jerking off while fingering his own asshole. She wanted to see it. He knew he had to, he had no choice. He had broken his agreement with her and this was the second part of his punishment.

Yet in the back of his mind he was already thinking up a way to get his revenge. He felt like his manhood was slipping away, and he had to assert his power. Kalie had used him, fucking him brutally up the ass like a woman or a queer, and worse than anything he knew that she had seen the undeniable look of pleasure on his face. She had seen his dick hard as a rock with her strap-on inside of his ass. She had seen his cock covered in an enormous amount of pre-cum. He knew she knew he liked it, and it burned at him.

He sat in his hotel room, having just sent her the humiliating film of him fingering himself and jerking off. He had invited her over for later that evening, and he was in the midst of devising a plan for revenge, as well as a plan to gain a piece of his manhood and pride back. By the time she arrived that evening, the plan was finalized, and she didn’t have the slightest clue. She arrived looking dead sexy and slutty. She had a ruffled mini-skirt on. It barely rested on the bottom of her ass curves, and when she walked you could catch glimpses of her red thong. She wore a red tube top, no bra underneath. It was chilly outside and when she stepped into his hotel room her nipples were perky and hard. She walked over to him and sat down on his lap. Her perky nipples were right in his face, and his cock started getting hard. Sitting on his lap her skirt rode up over her ass and her bright red thong was exposed from the back. She leaned in and they began passionately kissing. One of his hands was under her shirt rubbing her nipple, while his other hand was sliding her thong to the side on her rear. She sat on her haunches and as he slid her thong to the side and slipped his finger deep into her pussy she lifted her ass up so that he could go deeper with his finger. She started bucking up and down on his big fingers and he could tell that she was getting really turned on.

She felt that she still had the power, and he went along with it, letting her believe what she wanted. When she asked him to lay her down on the bed and beg her to let him eat her pussy, he complied.

“Please Kalie, let me eat your beautiful cunt. Please baby, I want nothing more than to eat your pussy and please you. Please let me.”

“Okay sweetie, but first you have to suck my toes.”

He began licking and sucking her toes with passion, exactly as she had asked.

Next she said “okay, baby, now you must lick my ass out. Go ahead baby, stick your tongue deep into my ass.”

He didn’t miss a beat and soon his tongue was sawing deep into her ass. His cock was throbbing but he made sure to control himself and wait until the time was right. Kalie was so close to an anal orgasm that when he stopped eating her ass out she couldn’t help herself and she said please baby, keep going.

“One second baby” he said. Roll over. She was so drunk off lust she turned over onto her hands and knees. Next thing she knew he quickly grabbed her hands and handcuffed them behind her.

“Oh, someone’s playing a lil rough” she joked. The next moment she felt rope around her ankles and within seconds she was completely bound and helpless. “Oh baby, be careful tying that rope sweetie. Gentle.” He tied it tighter and rougher.

“That’s what you get you fucking whore,” he said coolly. “You humiliated me, and stole my pride and manhood. Now you will be punished like the true slut that you are.”

Her complete helplessness became apparent to her and she felt a wave of panic as she heard the deep rage in his voice. She had never heard this tone in his voice before and it worried her. “Baby?” When she looked over her shoulder she was alone in the room. Minutes went by, and it seemed like an eternity before he returned. She heard other voiced. Women’s voices. Strange she thought. Then there he was, in the doorway, with three beautiful and hot women behind them. One of them was blonde with huge DD tits. The one behind her was a brunette with firm cs. The last girl was black. Firm breasts and a big tight ass. She was hot as hell. Huge lips, thick all over. She was looking over shoulder at the three women when she was suddenly struck on her lower back. She screamed out in pain. He had hit her with his doubled up belt and her lower back quickly turned a deep red. After she screamed he went up to her face, roughly grabbed her by the cheeks.

“Now you listen up you slut. You do everything these girls ask and want. You ask no questions. You enjoy it. You beg for it. If you don’t, my belt will leave you with welts all over.” She was terrified and she had never seen him like this before. She began to cry a little. He grabbed her face again, “stop crying you fucking baby. Take it like a woman.”

The next thing she felt was her ankles being unbound. The black woman, and the blonde approached her from both sides of the bed. They rolled her body over. From the other end the brunette tied her legs to the posts of the bed. She left the ropes slack and she could move her legs around to a certain extent. Next her hands were removed from the cuffs and tied to corners of the bed. There she lay, spread eagle and completely helpless. The women stood around her wearing only their black thongs, and black boots with point-tipped heels. The black woman took her heel point a put it at the opening of Kalie’s mouth. Kalie hesitated a moment to long and the black woman forcefully pushed the point into her mouth. She whimpered in pain as her lip was busted up a little.

“Stupid fucking slut” the black woman said. “You hesitate one more time and I’m going to teach you a lesson.”

Kalie stared up at this specimen of a woman. She was thick, and looked really strong. Kalie was sucking on her heel point with passion and didn’t dare to stop. The blonde woman was watching intently and had started rubbing on her pussy. The brunette stood behind the blonde and started pinching on her nipples.

“Hey sluts,” the black woman yelled at the other two. “Let’s not forget what we’re here for.”

With that she took her heel out of Kalie’s mouth. The blonde woman straddled Kalie throat, and rocked back and forth.

“Now you’re going to get your first taste of pussy,” she cooed. “And you’re going to love it just like the dyke that you are.”

Kalie looked up at the woman’s neatly shaved pussy, with only a small thin strip of hair above the cunt lips. She was already dripping wet, and she marveled at the size of her engorged clit. Suddenly the blonde slid forward and smothered Kalie’s face with her pussy. She rubbed it up and down and all over her mouth and nose. Kalie could barely breathe and she tried turn away.

“You fucking cunt,” the blonde screamed. “Eat this pussy like the dyke that you are!” Kalie started licking her inner lips and then slipped her tongue over and around her clit. She had never tasted another woman’s pussy and it felt foreign and strange.

The blonde was really getting into it and frantically smashing her pussy down onto Kalie’s tongue.

“That’s it. You’re a little lesbian pro aren’t you? Don’t pretend this is your first pussy you fucking slut. You are loving this.” The blonde turned around and placed her asshole right in front of Kalie mouth. “Eat up,” was all she said. Kalie’s tongue started circling the woman’s pink asshole and pushing into the opening. “Oh god yess” she moaned. “Stick your tongue in deeper. I am going to cum. I am going to cum.” Kalie’s tongue took the final plunge deep into her anus and it sent her over the edge. “Yes, yes, yes, ohhhhh.” Her body collapsed forward and her pussy and ass juices leaked all over Kalie’s face.

Suddenly Kalie felt a strange sensation in her ass and pussy. She was getting attacked with three different tongues. She couldn’t see anything because the blonde’s pussy was still planted in her face. The blonde, brunette, and black were all going to work eating out her ass and pussy, getting her nice and wet. She felt fingers going in and out of both of her holes and she was getting wetter and wetter. The black woman stopped eating her and came around the bed towards Kalie. She pushed the blonde to the side, and roughly grabbed Kalie’s nipples. She pinched them and Kalie gasped in pain. The black woman grabbed something from the nightstand, and when she returned she began putting clothes pins around Kalie’s nipples. The pain was nearly unbearable and she bit the inside of her cheek. Yet she also observed her nipples getting rock hard in the center of the circle of clothespins.

All this time she was building towards an amazing orgasm as the women continued to eat her pussy and ass. The black woman went into the corner of the room and talked with the man for a moment. She dug through her bag and when she turned back around Kalie saw an enormous strap-on hanging from the front of her. It was at least nine inches, and thick as could be. It was jet black. The woman approached Kalie and placed its tip at her mouth. Kalie knew better, and this time she quickly started licking the head. She sucked it passionately, and then the woman started face fucking her. She thrust the black dildo into the back of her throat and Kalie gagged and chocked on its enormous size. She couldn’t breathe and she tried to pull away. The black woman’s strong arms grabbed the back of her head and pushed the cock further down her throat until she saw Kalie’s eyes roll into the back of her head as if she was going to pass out. She pulled the cock out enough so that Kalie could cough and breathe.

On the other end of the strap-on was another dildo that was buried deep into the black woman’s ass. It was only six inches, but was in all the way. After she finished face fucking her she moved down to the foot of the bed. She didn’t apply any lube and abruptly thrust the cock deep into Kalie’s asshole. Kalie screamed in pain but her mouth was quickly covered in the brunette’s asshole as she squatted down on her face. The black woman began fucking her with no mercy and tore apart her ass like never before. Kalie couldn’t believe how deep and hard she was being fucked. Suddenly the fucking stopped, and she opened her eyes to find the massive cock at the entrance to her lips. She could not handle the thought of ass to mouth, and she squirmed and turned her face away.

“Oh no you don’t you little lez slut, your going to taste your own ass juice bitch. Eat your own ass.” With that her helpless mouth was ravaged by the huge cock again and again and she tasted her own ass all over it.

Next the black woman lifted Kalie up and started fucking her ass from underneath. With every thrust the ropes yanked on her ankles. She was eating the brunette’s ass all this time and next she felt another cock at the entrance of her ass. The blonde was inserting her own strap-on into Kalie’s ass and she was about to be fucked with two enormous strap-ons in her tight ass. The cock wouldn’t fit at first but soon the blonde forced it into her, ripping her anal passage apart. At the same time the brunette stretched herself out and began licking Kalie’s clit. Kalie was frantically licking the brunette’s ass out as she approached her first climax. Her ass had never felt so full and when she started cumming the feeling was soo intense she passed out. She woke up only to find that her ass was still being demolished and her mouth was full of pussy. She came again and again and the pleasure was out of this world. The brunette on top of her lifted up and suddenly she began peeing all over Kalie’s face. This sent Kalie over the edge again and she came while the two women fucking her came from the dildos inside of them. They stopped fucking her and pulled their cocks out of her ass. Both of them moved up to her face and tuck turns fucking her mouth full of the dirty dildos covered in her own ass secretions. She took the cocks deep into her throat and gagged down her own butt juice. The two women each took turns squatting over her face and pissing down her throat while the other held her mouth open. They left her on the bed tied up and soaking wet in her ass juice, and their pee. He sat in the corner and did not say a word. She needed to pee but he refused to untie her. She could no longer hold it and soon she peed all over her own pussy and thighs. He kept her there tied.

“Tell me you’re sorry,” he said. “Tell me you’re sorry or I’ll leave your slutty ass here tied up to be found by the cleaning maids. Tell me you’re sorry or I’ll sell your ass as a trick and you’ll continue to get used and abused.”

“I’m so sorry baby,” she pleaded. “I’m so so sorry.”

He untied her and they began slowly and passionately kissing. She could not believe what she had just gone through. And she could not believe he would treat her like that. She had been forced to eat pussy like a little lesbian slut. She had been forced to eat her own ass juices. She was furious and knew she would have to get her revenge. She could get him back for this worse then he could ever imagine. She would get him back for making her feel like an absolute dyke, and being used like a whore. She would have her revenge soon enough.

Arnold was still thrilled about the progress in his movie and inspired by the fact that he was able to capture so many other curious horse riders in his scenes. He had expected the shoot to take much longer and stopped at the next available truck stop for some takeaway food for all of us.

“My treat!” As he took note of what we would like to eat and suggested we stretch our legs if we wished. “Except you, Katrina.” Winking at me knowingly. He had deliberately parked to one side of the building, near the public conveniences where there were no other cars or trucks nearby.

“Why ever not? Don’t you want to get some really public shots? There’s a table over by that garden over there.” I pointed out some tables, clearly meant for weary travellers to eat outdoors, away from the busy traffic noise. “I don’t mind.” Smiling suggestively.

Arnold looked at me, dumbstruck by my suggestion but with a perplexed expression, seriously considering all the possibilities.

“Look, let me go inside first and check the place out.” He was wavering as a smile crept over his face. I noticed that Olivia was still in shock but everyone else in the car was buzzing animatedly with subdued conversation. Arnold looked at his watch and realizing that it was just before two o’clock in the afternoon now, made his decision. “I’ll see what we can organise. Come on Dárcy”

As the men walked away from the car and Michelle and Monica adopted Arnold’s suggestion to stretch their legs, Olivia turned to me and found her voice.

“You’re not serious, are you?” Shifting over in the seat.

“Why not? We’ve just been out riding for the last three or four hours without our clothes on among God knows how many other people. You didn’t hear any complaints did you? What’s so silly about shooting some film here?” I smiled at her as she struggled to answer me. “At least your boobs won’t get jiggled around on a horse.” Emphasising my point with a wink. “You can rest them on the table.”

Blushing prettily and rubbing her aching chest muscles she slowly nodded her head, realising that I was making sense, I hoped.

“The ranch was private property and Arnold got the owners permission first.” Her voice was shaky and she seemed to be debating the risk factor. “What if we get into trouble?”

“Think about what Arnold wants me to do later. He’s already said that he’ll pay any fines, Olivia. It’s not like it’s a capital offence or anything. I’ve been caught heaps of times. It’s really only a misdemeanour fine you know! I would do it just for the thrill. We’re actually being paid to have fun when you think about it.” While Olivia considered the wisdom of my words and we were alone in the car I deftly changed the subject. “Hey! Call me nosey if you like!” Lowering my voice confidentially. “Does Michelle share Dárcy with you?”

“Sure does!” Olivia brightened her eyes and whispered. “He likes to watch us, you know, just us girls get together first. Then we have to get him hard. He’s so bloody big!” She looked at me. “Have you ever had- y’know- you ever taken it the other way?” She faltered for a moment as she searched my eyes for approval.

“Many times, sweetie!” I reassured her, thinking about the amount of times that my inexperienced anal passage had been violated while I was held captive and nodded eagerly. “Go on. Have you done it with him?” I widened my eyes.

“He tried it once, but- Michelle does it with him all the time. He seems to like it too.” She paused for effect, getting excited now. “He’s really very gentle with her- and he gets it all the way in too, but-” I interrupted her.

“I know what you mean love- hurts like hell the first few times, eh!”

“They both massaged me and used Vaseline to get me all ready first.-It wasn’t that bad, Katrina.” She leapt to Dárcy’s defence. “Maybe I’ll eventually be able to take all of him.” She gave me a shy smile, still blushing and wistful. “I do try! Michelle reckons there’s nothing like it. -Have you ever tried it with someone that big?”

“Only a few times with someone like Dárcy’s size.” I nodded thoughtfully. “It’s a real accomplishment, isn’t it?” My mind was racing with an unexplainable excitement now. “Does he appreciate it?”

“Oh, Yes!” She lowered her eyes. “I haven’t been able to, yet-but every time he does it with Michelle- hesitating- He yells out at the top of his voice “Atta Girl” as he-you know, shoots his load inside her.” She looked up at me with an excited expression and licked her lips. “He gets really loving after that and he gives you head too- you know.”

“Oh! That’s nice!” I agreed, nodding my head. “Look! Here’s Arnold coming back now.” I pointed to the two men approaching the car. “It looks like it might be all set. They haven’t got any food with them yet.”

I was anxious that my bombshell discovery didn’t become too obvious to this poor uneducated young lady. My eyes glazed as my brain went into high gear and my mind raced with the possibilities of at last bringing those bastards that abducted and used me so cruelly to some sort of justice. It was ironic that in the midst of my attempt to bolster her confidence she had unwittingly handed me a major possible breakthrough in searching for a means to end my torment. Of course, it could all just be a fantastic co-incidence but- Arnold was calling out.

“Yes! Unpack the gear, Monica. We can do it here after all.”

Arnold had a beaming smile and was coming toward us waving his arms in the air, excitement written all over his face. The boot lid came up behind us and there was a renewed flurry of activity as gear was set up and light meters were waved around in the air. You would think we were about to film a major production like ‘Gladiator’ or something. I thought of Clint Eastwood’s famous saying; “Make My Day Punk.” It seemed appropriate to the way I was feeling at the moment as I smiled sweetly at Dárcy and jumped out of the car to help carry the photo equipment, fully appreciating that I was totally naked, but now even bolder and more purposeful than ever.

That walk that I had undertaken for Monica was the first time I had been naked among strangers since my abduction. It had been a test of my nerves in a way. It took all the resolve at my disposal that day.

After my ordeal, where for over two weeks I had been kept naked in that room with the lights on until I lost all track of time, I had even begun to wear jeans and panties again. The harrowing experience that I had just been released from had almost destroyed all my self respect and previous confidence. Bearing in mind the humiliation that I felt in displaying myself for unseen admirers in both body and spirit, begging those swine for my life as I played with myself for their amusement and the huge number of other disgusting things that they made me do, it’s amazing that I hadn’t gone completely mad. The small scars on my body had long gone but the legacy lived on in my mind to this day. When I had articulated some of those horrors to Monica it helped me to heal my emotional scars.

From the time I had waited for the doctor’s report and locked myself away in my room, frightened to meet anybody new through to the way I had uncharacteristically quickened my normal leisurely step as I ducked off the main road, resuming my slow pace only when the main road was back within spitting distance, it had been a long tortuous recovery from my point of view.

I put Monica’s camera gear on the table and looked back at Arnold’s car in time to see Dárcy, helping Olivia out of the car and standing with his arm stretched, impatiently, while she slipped out of her dress. I started back toward them and passed Michelle as she walked toward the table, totally nude again with a triumphant smile on her face. Like myself, her nipples were stiff and protruding with the sexual excitement of showing herself to the gathering crowd this way. At this point I was sure that Olivia might need me so I called out.

“It’s alright Dárcy, I’ll give her a hand.” He gave me that same guileless smile as he went to help Arnold with the tripod.

“Sure thing, sweetie.”

Olivia unhooked her bra revealing her greatest assets again to the world around her. Perfectly formed but natural with small erect nipples and large aureoles, they were truly beautiful and inviting. There were wolf whistles and hoots of appreciation to be heard behind me as she removed that last item of clothing. I coaxed Olivia into the ladies restroom on the pretext of relieving myself as soon as she put her bra on the seat beside her dress. I was 99 sure now that Dárcy was my mystery man but only one thing puzzled me. I locked the outside door after I established that there was no-one else inside.

“How long have you known those two?” I was beginning to shake with anticipation as I squatted over the toilet bowl and the urine started to flow. Olivia was timidly checking out her reflection in the mirror, apparently shaken by the starkness of her own nudity and the recent reactions of the spectators. She seemed horrified by the thought of spending even more of her day in front of the public, totally undressed this way.

“Only a couple of weeks. Why?”

“When did Dárcy get that tattoo on his penis?”

“Oh! That tattoo!” She laughed anxiously. “Not long before I met Michelle. Not very long at all! He was out of action while I was getting to know Michelle.” She giggled ambiguously. Poor bastard was still sore from having it done and it was a bit swollen. Not in a good way, if you know what I mean.” Olivia became defensive again. “She’s been married to him for ages, you know.” She thought for a moment. “He gives me the creeps sometimes, but Michelle loves him as much as she loves me, so I do what he tells me to.” She shuddered.

I didn’t have much more time alone with her but I quickly explained the importance of coming with Monica and I when we were dropped back to our flat.

“Dinner, night out or photo shoot. I don’t care how you explain it to them but please get out of the car with us when we get back to our flat, love. I’ll explain everything later.” I promised the young girl with watery eyes. “Promise me, Olivia. Please promise me!”

There was something about the urgency of my request that she found compelling. I was searching her eyes for an immediate answer.

“Well, I don’t know? Alright then. I promise, Katrina.” She sounded doubtful as she thought about it. “No! I definitely promise.”

I didn’t know what Michelle and Dárcy had said to Olivia while I was away from her but it was obvious that she had been coerced into removing her clothing again, against her will. I got the impression that she had made up her mind, based the trust she placed on what I had told her.

“Are you alright with that? I had to be sure.

“Yes!” A look of grim determination crossed her face. “Yes, I will come with you, Katrina. I definitely promise you that.”

“Now look love, I think I know how you’re feeling at the moment but it’s really important not to let your friends suspect that we’ve been having this conversation. Just follow me outside and we’ll get this session over with as soon as we can. Try to behave as normally as possible and I promise to explain everything when we get home.”

“Gotcha Katrina, I’ll try.”

She was curious, but realised that I really did have something of importance to her that I desperately needed to convey. I felt sorry that I had put her in such an embarrassing position now, in a way, by suggesting such a public location for Arnold’s shoot.

With my help, she followed me over to the tables where she sat down opposite me. Once she began eating her food and talking with the rest of us she put on a brave face and smiled but young Olivia was nervous throughout. Over the time that we were there, the ambiguous ribald comments from the onlookers seemed to bother her far more than at our previous shoot. A previously deserted area had become a hotbed of activity as the other tables filled up with customers that had previously been inside the building and suddenly decided to eat outside for a change.

She looked relieved and grateful when Arnold finally wrapped up the filming and I walked her back to the car. As I hoped, Michelle and Dárcy had no cause to suspect that I had been making plans to remove Olivia from the danger she was facing and we had successfully put on a prime Oscar winning performance for Arnold. He was really pleased with all of us and I’m sure he captured some tremendous footage.

Olivia’s fingers were shaking as she fumbled with her front hooked bra to cover herself up again as the spectators watched in silent amusement. They seemed to sense her nervousness and made it worse by staring in her direction.

“Thanks Katrina.” Olivia whispered, as I assisted her into her bra. “You’re a lifesaver. I’m so nervous.”

I helped Olivia into her dress before I dressed myself and slid into the seat beside her, leaving room for Monica on the other side of Olivia. Poor thing was still shaking so I comforted her while we waited for the others. She was even more resolved to join Monica and I for dinner so I told her to take her cues from me and just go along with my suggestions as soon as we were dropped off at home.

Luckily, it was Arnold that suggested he dropped Monica and I off first. The mood in the car was buoyant and Arnold congratulated all of us on the progress he had made so far, mentioning the beach and surfing shots with special reverence.

“If the weather holds, Monica and I might go back there tomorrow morning.” I squeezed Olivia’s hand and gave Monica a nod, hoping she would agree.

“I won’t need you guys till Monday so have fun.” Arnold agreed.

The conversation in the car centred on all of our various plans for Sunday amidst light cheerful banter until we neared our apartment block. Olivia sat in thoughtful silence between Monica and I before I gave Monica the nod and she agreed that it would be a great idea for Olivia to come to the beach with us the next day.

As Arnold pulled up to let us out Michelle and Darcy protested that their group lived too far away to join us at the beach. Immediately, I leapt on the opportunity to invite Olivia to spend the night with us. I had successfully cornered them into allowing Olivia to make the decision.

“We can drop Olivia back to your place tomorrow afternoon, just before dinnertime.” I offered, casually.

“Oh Yes! That’s a great idea. You don’t mind do you Michelle? Perhaps Monica and Katrina would like to stay for dinner?” Olivia was brighter than I had given her credit for.

It was obvious that Dárcy wasn’t thrilled by our suggestion but the pair of them had no viable alternative but to agree to the sudden arrangements.

“We’ll have dinner around Six o’clock tomorrow night. Don’t be late, will you? I’ll cook up something special for all of you.” She tried to sound cheerful but Michelle was definitely suspicious.

“No worries! We’ll be there.” I cheerfully reached over and pecked Michelle and Dárcy on the cheek, endeavouring to allay any fears they may have that I may have recognised them. “Look forward to seeing you both tomorrow then.” I smiled disarmingly at both of them.

Standing with Monica and Olivia at the kerbside, waving farewell to the departing car, my heart leapt as I realised that we had pulled it off, and without an ugly incident. Olivia was safe for now and, by the time I had informed her fully about my own harrowing experience a few weeks ago, she may well have a new perspective on her two married companion’s motives in befriending her.

“Lets go inside.” By now I was positive that both Michelle and Dárcy had been among my mystery abductors. Although our Arnold really didn’t seem like the type somehow, I only trusted Monica at this early stage.

The apartment was empty and Monica silently let us in with her keys. She had been subdued and thoughtful about this unexpected turn of events and was clearly puzzled.

“Perhaps you’d like to tell me what this is about, Katrina.”

As Monica entered the apartment and put on the kettle for a cup of tea for all of us, she was still subdued. She knew that my strange, perplexing behaviour was unusual but probably thought it had more to do with my own lustful desires. Jealous again? I expected so.

“You know what I told you about what happened to me before I came here?”

“Yes.” Cautiously glancing toward Olivia.

I looked at her, serious and determined to explain my real motives.

“Olivia’s friends were there!” I revealed quietly, loud enough for Olivia to overhear and more determined than ever to save her from the same fate. Those bastards were going to pay dearly for their fun at my expense. Now I only needed to convince Olivia that her friends were not what they appeared to be. They had to be stopped!

At once Monica was attentive and caring, realising for the first time that there was a great deal more to my unexpected invitation to young Olivia, to join us for the night. I brought Olivia up to date with my abduction to the point where Vladimir had been used on me that second night. Monica listened as she made us dinner. Olivia and I compared notes on her background and my own.

She had met Michelle for the first time when she was lonely and out of work. Like myself in many ways, Olivia was by herself in the city and had no other friends or relatives close by that might miss her if she disappeared from sight. Michelle had wasted no time in inviting her to stay with her and her husband in order to save her money for other essentials. Sex between the two ladies had started the first night Olivia moved in with her. She had evidently been seduced by Michelle into believing that she was worshipped by the pair of them and was told that they would help her to be very famous one day. Today’s work had actually been her first modelling assignment with them and they had assured her that it was part of their plan for her to break into movies and be a big star. My blood curdled as she explained that Michelle and Dárcy had friends in the country and were intending to introduce them to her next week. Once Monica sat down with us, I continued my story to the point where I had begun my second session of ‘training’, as they called it.

“They began gently enough this time, three or four of them I think, greasing up my entire body and massaging me. One lady worked her fingers into my bottom until she eventually inserted her whole hand, She must have had very small hands. Quite painful at first, I was determined not to upset them again after the last time so I just let her get on with it even though I found it quite embarrassing.

After a while I was in ecstasy so I just lay there, allowing them do whatever they liked with me, expressing pleasure and willingness to please.” I looked at Olivia with a knowing smile. “It was actually not too bad at all. Then, without warning, they all left the room and this extremely well hung guy took my blindfold off.”

I described the mixed feelings I had as I opened my eyes cautiously and looked around the room. The guy with the tee shirt and mask on, standing ominously before me was waiting patiently, waving his penis at me and chuckling to himself as if he was enjoying every minute. Olivia in particular, was entranced as I described his easy confident manner and how he had been so gentle and endearing while I worked at getting him fully erect. He explained that he was brought there in captivity too and almost had me believing every word he said.

“I quickly worked out that his vanity might end up being used to my advantage so I really made love to him. I made him believe that I had really fallen for him.” I coloured up as I looked at the other girls. “Well! I’m sure you both know what I mean. He called his penis-you’re both not going to believe this- ‘Top Gun’ of all the cheek!”

“Hey! That’s what Darcy calls his weapon.” Olivia was suddenly surprised and interrupted me excitedly. “It’s tattooed on and you can only read it when he goes really hard- you know- fully erect.” She giggled as she thought about it. “He calls his cum-”

“Missiles” My voice said the word at the same time as Olivia.

“And Michelle gets me ready for him the same way you said, Katrina.” She blushed and bit her lip. “Shit! It’s got to be Darcy you were with, back then!” There was no stopping Olivia now. “It all makes sense now. Did they let you go? Afterward, I mean.”

“In a way, love!” I sighed. “Only after another week or so of the worst torture you could imagine. Look Olivia! These people could be very dangerous. Do you still want to go back to them after what I’ve told you?”

“Michelle told me she loved me! She wouldn’t hurt me like that, would she?” Her lower lip began to quiver. “She wouldn’t put me through that.” Referring to Vladimir I expect. She began to cry openly. “I really loved her too, you know.”

I knew that I had said enough to her, for now. I turned to Monica.

“How well do you really know Arnold. More importantly, how well does Arnold know those sadistic bastards.”

“Apparently, they have both worked for him in the past but I don’t think he knows them all that well. I thought they were nice people too. Christ! I’ll ring him now and find out if you like.”

“No darling!” I stopped her just in time. “I want to make those animals suffer, I mean really suffer for what they did to me. We’ve got time on our hands at the moment. Let’s think about it. I don’t think Olivia will be going back anytime soon.” Indicating the young girl at the table. Her disappointment at learning the truth about her new found friends was obvious as she sat there sobbing at the table, totally absorbed in her grief. “We can’t let her go back to them now.”

“Look Katrina, you calm her down while I think what to do next. I have to think. Arnold wouldn’t be involved in any way.” Hesitating and unsure now. “No! Not a chance. Let me ring him, my love. I’ll see what I can find out about Dárcy and Michelle. Don’t worry, I won’t make him suspicious.”

I let Monica handle that while I led Olivia to the bathroom. I needed a shower and I was sure that it might refresh her to have one too! It had been a long day and I looked forward to getting clean again. While Olivia showered, I popped Gilbert out of my well lubricated vagina and cleaned him up under the tap. Running back to the bedroom to put him away, Monica was in earnest conversation on the phone so I signalled that I was putting him away. When I came back she was just hanging up.

“What about that barrister that gave me her card the other day? Lets try her number.” I smiled at Monica. “She’ll know what to do.” I remembered that she had a cell phone number too.

“Arnold told me he would find out some more and ring me back soon.” She thought for a moment. “Where’s her card?”

“Should be in my bag on the table, I suppose? I’ll have my shower first and then I’ll see if I can find it for you.” I kissed her on the cheek as I brushed past her. “Join us in the bathroom darling? Don’t be long!”

Olivia was just finishing in the shower when I walked back in. I took her place in the stall and pointed to the towel cupboard.

“Help yourself to a towel sweetie. Won’t be long! Monica’s coming shortly.”

I ducked under the shower, soaping myself up and luxuriating under the hot cascading water. I could see Olivia retrieving a towel from the cupboard and drying herself. She looked a lot more composed and refreshed than before, after my shocking revelation that her friends were really just manipulative sadists.

I thought back about the way I had pandered to that proud, oversized man. His one redeeming feature had been that he had ultimately been responsible for the others deciding to let me out on parole. Watching Olivia bend over in front of me to dry her feet, I wondered at her willingness to even try to accommodate Dárcy’s giant member. Her smooth well formed bottom quivered and wobbled seductively in front of me as she rubbed her feet. I resisted the strong temptation to reach out and touch her moist genitals, just a short distance away from my reach. She must have been desperate to win their affection and be a star in the movies.

I remembered the first time he had broken me in.

-

Darcy had positioned me over the bed and pushed and squeezed as he eased the bulbous head of his penis through my tortured sphincter muscles. I gasped for breath as he drove his penis slowly in to the hilt, never stopping to allow me to adjust to the assault on my anal canal. Even though I thought I might die at the time I forced myself to relax, thinking that anything was better than Vladimir. I had nearly fainted before I felt that he was at last fully inside me. He had groaned and gripped me tightly, as if he was trying to introduce himself into me an extra few millimetres, grinding his shaved testicles against me in ecstatic satisfaction. It was a feeling like no other, helplessly accepting this throbbing pulsating mass of flesh deep inside my body. I remember squealing with apparent delight, knowing that I was still alive and desperate to please my audience. Somehow I knew that no other man could possibly be this big and I had triumphed in accommodating him. With all my strength and will, I had forced myself to push back at him as if I actually wanted more of him inside me.

“Look, Katrina loves it!” Dárcy had whooped out in delight to my unseen audience. The first time anybody had actually used my name since I was imprisoned. They had only called me ‘Bitch, Slut or Cunt’ up till that point. I warmed to this new breakthrough and from then on I began to believe that I might actually survive this experience. I remember capitalizing on my good fortune by agreeing with him.

“Yes! Yes! Give it to me.” I had forced myself to yell out and move with him, even though it shook up my internal organs every time he drove his penis back into me again. In spite of the pain I behaved like the slut that they took me for. It was my best chance to ingratiate myself to these monsters. I surprised myself by orgasming freely, even before Dárcy stiffened and shuddered.

“Incoming Missiles!” He yelled out, just before he flooded me with his ejaculate and collapsed on top of me. I could almost taste his sperm in my mouth as he pulled his limp member from my inflamed anus and I used the opportunity to turn and drop to my knees in front of him. I grabbed at his flaccid penis and kissed it, opening my lips to swallow the head of his penis. I greedily sucked and ran my tongue around the glans of his member, gently caressing his testicles and pushing my index finger into his own anal opening as if I was trying to get him hard again.

“She can’t get enough of me!” Dárcy turned toward the mirror nearest to the bed. “We got to keep Katrina on. I don’t think she wants to leave us now.” Pride was evident in the way he spoke.

I disengaged my mouth for a moment.

“Come on stud! Let’s do it again?” Hoping like hell that he had had enough as I renewed my sensual efforts on his lifeless lump of flesh. The taste was awful and it nearly made me gag to know where it had just been but I pretended to be enjoying every minute. Surely now, they would be more friendly and not use that bloody torture machine on me again? I prayed that they wouldn’t.

“What do I call you darling?” As I pulled my mouth away for the second time and raised my eyeballs to his impassive mask. “you seem to have the advantage here.”

“Just call me ‘Top Gun’ sweetie. What did you think of that?” Obviously referring to either his massive penis or the way he had driven the bloody thing though my intestines so brutally. Either way, he sure loved himself! “I think Top Gun’s had enough for now. Maybe later?”

“Oh! Darling, I just can’t wait till we can do it again. You’re the best! You know that, don’t you?” Thinking furiously about what I’d really like to do with him.

“Every chance I get. Christ! You’ve got a tight arse. Feels great too. Best I’ve had for quite a while!”

He was hooked. The conceited bastard actually believed that I enjoyed it. I would start working on him now until- maybe? It was my only hope. My heart leapt. They might begin to trust me? I couldn’t see his face but I could just imagine the smug look on his face as he turned toward the door.

“You will come and see me again soon. Won’t you my love?” I watched him as he walked slowly out the door, almost forgetting to display myself to the mirror again. It was a well worn routine by now. I knew they liked to watch me spread my labia and play with myself. I jumped back on the bed as he locked the door and opened my legs up so that they could see how aroused I was. I turned back toward the mirror and forced a smile, blowing kisses toward my unseen hosts as I stroked myself again and wriggled with delight. I would do this until I got further orders or I was ordered to put on my blindfold again.

Each time Dárcy and I did it after that I found myself more able to take him with a degree of comfort. I actually enjoyed it after a while but I really only had one goal in mind. To get myself the ‘Hell’ out of this place.

-

I rinsed myself off and looked at Olivia. She looked beautiful with her tiny white dress on again and her hair neatly combed into place. She had used some perfume out of the cupboard. The sweet smell of Jasmine lingered hauntingly in the air. She was sitting on the toilet bowl with the lid closed. She still hadn’t put her panties back on and she was looking at my naked, wet body with obvious lust.

“I should have asked you, Katrina. Did you want me to get dressed again?” Olivia’s voice was suggestive.

As innocent as she seemed, she was no stranger to inviting lesbian sex. She was doing her best to ascertain whether I fancied her. Her cleavage revealed a hint of aureole next to the plunging neckline of her dress. I could see clearly how Michelle had persuaded her to attempt anal sex with that brute of a partner. She couldn’t be more than about seventeen years old and seemed desperate to please me. If Monica hadn’t been waiting on the other side of the bathroom door and so many other more important matters hadn’t come up beforehand my reaction may well have been different.

“Look sweetheart, the most important thing to worry about at the moment is to make sure that you’re safely out of their hands. You don’t know just how lucky it was, for you, that we met today. It sounds as though this time next week might have been too late.”

“But-” She simpered. “Who’s going to look after me now? At least they got me that job.” She sniffled as she pondered her future.

“Don’t you realise what they really expected from you, Olivia? Surely, you can’t be seriously thinking that they were worried about your welfare.” I softened my approach. “Don’t worry. Monica will get you plenty of work with looks like you’ve got. You’re so lucky to have a figure like that.” Brushing my hand across the top of her bulging boobs as she looked up at me. “We won’t let you starve.”

I kissed her. “I’ll talk to Monica about some work for you later on tonight. We’ll get by, you’ll see”

As I dried myself and brushed my hair and thought about Monica and how lucky I was to find her as a partner. She didn’t try to stop my friendship with Jim, even when it was obvious to her that I intended to seduce him. She handled all my business affairs and had gone to extraordinary personal lengths to please me. Spending the entire day, risking being exposed to strangers with no underwear on to prove her love for me. I realised that I owed her a lot.

Michelle and Dárcy were only two of the large number of people, only too happy to take advantage of an immature and impressionable young girl with stars in her eyes like Olivia. I wondered how many porn or even ‘Snuff’ movies my footage must have been spliced into, in order to make money for those evil bastards. I put my hand on the bathroom door handle and turned to Olivia.

“Well, let’s go and see what Monica’s been able to find out. Pass me my dress, please. I’ll get changed in our room.”

Olivia stooped to pick it up and folded it over my outstretched arm.

“Let’s go love.”

I opened the door and Olivia brushed past me, looking refreshed and smelling sweetly of Jasmine and scented soap. I sighed as I turned to follow her, still holding my single garment over my arm and now looking forward to some more news from Monica. Arnold must have rung her back by now, with any luck.

To Be Continued.

Kurt had even organised the return flight so that we could spend more time at the lodge on Wednesday morning. The helicopter would drop the rest of us off at Maple Lake beside our property, well before 1pm. The crew were taking Ken back to the airport with them, to drop the convertible back to Lakeside or Rome. Now I understood why Kurt had been talking to Kent and Margaret. Kent had been pointing out all the possible landing areas for the larger Iroquois helicopter that Kurt had hired. On reflection, Graham hadn’t seemed too surprised when he buckled us in. He must have noticed that we weren’t wearing panties or bras. He had been a perfect gentleman, even advising us to hold our skirts as we approached the Iroquois and he had looked away as we sat in the seats. Cathy and Angela had both been much too excited to notice but I had thought it odd not to get the usual salacious look from men that I exposed myself to, accidentally or otherwise.

Before long the Iroquois descended, landing on a remote trig station with views that seemed to go on forever. Beside the machine there was a monument, built of natural stone. Kurt handed Des his camera and grabbed his own from the luggage rack while Graham opened the double door and folded down the steps, in readiness for us to get out of the chopper. Des nodded toward me with an eager smile. I hoped that I had read the situation correctly as I got out of my seat.

Removing my toga, I placed it on the seat before stepping out of the chopper. I was totally naked apart from my waist chain when I walked down the steps. Graham let out a low whistle of approval as the girls both followed suit behind me.

Without telling our men, Kurt had obviously chosen locations before we arrived at the airport. Des placed us with the pilots, the chopper and the views in the background, for his shots.

“We’ve still some more locations to visit.” Kurt explained with a smile. “I told the pilots that we’re doing a calendar for next year and I made sure that the crew were willing to accept nudity when I booked the flight.” He confided as we got back in.

“You might have told us.” I chided him with a warm smile.

We put away our dresses after the first location. It seemed silly to put them on during the flights when we were airborne for only short periods of time. We reached the third location and we were friendly enough with the crew to discuss future uses for the Iroquois. Graham suggested an attraction at Maple lake to rival my Naked Mile events for publicity and daring.

“The Iroquois is suitable for parachute or bungie cord jumping, you realise?” He gave me his card when we got back into the chopper.

The fourth location was at a lake above our destination, which held the water for the rapids which flowed past the Lodge. It was remote countryside with horseback access only. This could be clearly seen as we circled the area before landing. The helicopter landed in a small clearing on the far side of the lake.

Neville shut down the motors for the first time since takeoff and brought out some refreshments in a picnic hamper.

“We use this spot as a stopping point for other charters.” He pointed out a trail which led to a waterfall that ran down the rocky slopes to feed the lake. The rock formations were multi-coloured and there were several ideal locations to suit a photographic shoot.

While the crew laid out the picnic, Des posed us by the rocky shores of the lake. He removed his clothing and waded into the lake to take a background shot of the helicopter. The altitude caused the water temperature to be much lower than Maple Lake. Cat made fun of Des’s shrunken state and before long we were all laughing and joking about it. We discussed the perils of obtaining the perfect photograph with our friendly crew over hot drinks and sandwiches. The tea break was welcome and the crew joined into our conversation. It was a novel experience to be nude and talking business at the same time, with two recent strangers. When our discussion centred on our activities in Maple lake it became apparent that Graham had attended the water-ski event. Angela told him all about the restaurant and the changes that she had achieved. Neville came up with several new ideas which could involve his skills. He mentioned that they were quite amenable to providing cheaper rates in order to get regular work. There was real possibility of basing his operation at Maple Lake if his ideas became popular. They continued the discussion with us and escorted us around the locations at the lake while we posed and Des shot the photos. Whilst they obviously enjoyed our nudity, they remained professional in their dealings with us.

Graham surrendered his seat to me for the next flight so I sat next to Neville while he explained the controls and start-up procedure, even letting me follow through with him on the controls. Once we had lifted off and gained altitude he let me take over the controls while we flew to the next location. The thrill of flying the machine as I sat next to him, completely naked, was one I will always treasure.

It was an orgasmic feeling. The vibrations of the controls brought a flush to my body and my fully engorged nipples ached with the most delicious sensitivity. I vowed to take flying lessons over the winter and obtain a licence to fly helicopters, as we put the machine down gently at the next location.

When Des looked at me, as I stepped out of the chopper, I knew that my excited state was painfully obvious to all the others. Fortunately there was a small meandering stream nearby and I had the opportunity to compose myself, out of sight. I surrendered to the most delicious orgasm that I had experienced for ages before rejoining the rest of my family.

We posed for photos at the new location and I had a chance to talk to Graham about the idea of having lessons at some later time. After the photo shoot the ladies put their dresses back on in preparation for landing at the Lodge helipad, now only a two minute flight away.

Kurt took my place beside Neville after I excused myself from the privilege. I didn’t trust myself to maintain composure and arrive at the Lodge in ladylike condition but promised to repeat the experience very soon.

The owners and a few guests assembled to greet us when we landed. We modestly held down our dresses as we emerged from the Iroquois and ran out of the reach of the downdraft. The men helped Graham to carry the luggage off the machine while Neville idled prior to take-off. We waved goodbye to the crew as they hovered above the pad before setting course for their return flight.

There were only three other guests at the lodge, which surprised me until I realised that the lodge was very exclusive and expensive to stay at. There were never many guests here, mid-week in late autumn. We were shown to the Honeymoon Cottage, a separate building from the main lodge surrounded by trees with it’s own heated indoor pool.

It was well appointed and the furnishings were modern with light cooking facilities and a well stocked bar. Original local landscape paintings decorated the wall. Angela and Cat toured around inspecting the sleeping facilities and outside grounds. I remained in the lounge room with the men while the owner explained the leisure activities available. He apologised for the lack of other guests at this time of the year but hoped that we would have fun amusing ourselves. If he only knew, this suited our purpose admirably. It gave us the chance to explore the parklike grounds without worrying about other curious guests. It was just after 4pm by the time he finish explaining the things we needed to know and left us alone to our privacy.

The moment Albert, the owner, left I took off my toga and led all three men into the nearest bedroom. They quickly disrobed and began to satisfy my aching needs, before Cat and Angela joined us in an extremely satisfying sexual encounter. As we lay afterward, talking among ourselves and planning our short holiday to maximise the enjoyment for all of us, Kurt looked completely happy. As he spoke he took Angela in his arms. Kurt asked her to marry him, much to our surprise. Angela sat there next to him, with astonishment giving way to the most loving expression. She accepted his proposal, searching my eyes for approval. I nodded and wished them every happiness.

Des was the first to recover his wits and went to pour everybody drinks from the bar to celebrate. I knew that Kurt had considered all factors in proposing marriage to Angela and I was equally sure that Angela had thought out her reply. There were difficulties in making a conventional marriage work within our large family but then none of us were exactly conventional anyway. Kurt explained that he wanted to join our family and wouldn’t dream of trying to alter our lifestyle in any way. His only concern was Kate and Lance’s reaction to the news, if Angela accepted. When Kurt admitted to Angela that he didn’t have to be back in Australia right away, her happiness was complete.

My first reaction was to ring Kent, but I restrained myself. We had been talking for two hours and it was nearly dinnertime. I rang the lodge and spoke to Albert, asking him to bring dinner for six down to us, outlining our various preferences from what he was offering. I asked for more Champagne to celebrate an upcoming event between two of our party. I was still in a euphoric daze when I rang Kent and told him the news.

Albert and his wife arrived with a trolley containing all the food that we had ordered and an ice bucket with three more bottles of champagne. He didn’t appear to be surprised that there were only four of us in the room, or to his credit, ask any awkward questions about the reason for the celebration. Dinner was consumed over a longer period of time than usual as we all planned the upcoming marriage. Angela was keen for the wedding to coincide with the redevelopment of the restaurant. Kurt wanted to invite a small group of close friends from Australia. He felt that the wedding could be used to publicise the new reception lounge business and was prepared to wait until the renovations were complete.

As excited as they were, both Kurt and Angela wanted to use the time to sort out Kurt’s affairs in Australia. He intended to keep his home on Bribie Island as a holiday base for trips to Australia by any of our family that wished to use it. He said that he would sell almost everything else. Angela and Kurt joined us for our normal combined sexual interaction after their short interlude alone. They preferred to sleep with the rest of us, proving commitment to our lifestyle.

The surprises changed many of our plans the following day. We woke up somewhat later than usual and decided to explore the property, taking advantage of the horse trekking trails, once we found that we could hire the horses from the lodge. We wanted to go out and explore the surroundings on our own. We followed the trail upstream on the river bank and had lunch at a lovely spot where the water was suitable for swimming. It was an ideal opportunity to bond further with Kurt. Now that he was becoming a permanent member of our family, there were so many more things that we wanted to know about him. The more Angela found out about Kurt the more it served to convince her that she had found her soul mate. The two of them grew closer together than ever during the course of the day.

When Kurt and I found ourselves alone together we discussed my plan to bring Angela’s involvement in Kent’s Creations to the point where she would become a shareholder. He agreed that she was strong on leadership qualities and capable of taking charge of the family when the time was right. Kurt was prouder of Angela than ever by the time we finished our private conversation. We returned in time for dinner at the main house. Although we hadn’t done much out of the ordinary, the trek had produced a far clearer understanding between Kurt and I. The path ahead, from this point, was clear and unequ