“I’m not sure yet what I’ll do with you, yet, but one thing’s for sure – I’m going to have a crack or two at your little slut, here, before I turn her loose.” With a smile, he raised his heavy boot and kicked me in the shoulder. I saw stars. He unlocked the chain and grabbed Amanda. His friend wrapped the chain around my chest and the workbench leg a few times and re-locked the padlock. Bronk pulled Amanda to the center of the garage’s open floor, holding her in front of his friends. She tried to pull out of his grasp, but he slapped her across the face and she stood still. “This is a slut cunt, and what do we do with a slut cunt?” he asked, loudly. “Fuck it!” shouted one of the men. “Any damn thing we want,” said one particularly large, bearded man who looked strong enough to live up to his words. He was older than the rest of the other men and had “OTTO” tattooed on his bare arm. Bronk began to strip Amanda of her clothes, but stopped when given a better idea by one of the women. “Make her strip for us!” an older, fat bitch shouted. “Hell, yeah…take ‘em off, little whore. Show us your naked slut body,” ordered Bronk as he moved away from Amanda, leaving her standing in the center of the floor, trembling from fear. Amanda did as they ordered, slowly removing her white summer suit, blouse, full slip, bra, pantyhose and panties, and letting down her long, brown hair until she was standing there, stark naked in front of the whole group. Her fear and submissive nature were such a part of her that she made no effort to cover her breasts or her pussy, but simply stood before them and listened with embarrassment as they commented on her naked body. Not surprisingly, it met with the men’s approval. At thirty-three, Amanda had a terrific body. She was 5′7″ and weighed about 120 pounds. I knew her bra size was 36-C and I guessed her other measurements at about a 25-inch waist and 36-inch hips. Her legs were long and very shapely, and her big, round breasts had only just begun to sag – and on her, it looked sexy. “Whooo-eee! Look at those titties!” “Who’d a guessed a bod like that was hidin’ under all them clothes?” One of the bikers pushed the big woman who had yelled for Amanda to strip, out in front of him and pulled open her blouse, showing Amanda her tits. They were mammoth and sagged almost to her navel. “These are tits, bitch…those little nubs of yours ain’t even big enough to see!” he taunted, bringing a hearty laugh from the others. He pushed his woman up to Amanda and took Amanda’s hands and placed them on the woman’s breasts as he continued to taunt her. “Feel these tits, slut. See how her nipples get hard and long? She loves pussy just as much as the guys here do, and so do the rest of the women. You like pussy? You better…cause you’re gonna be staring at a lot of it while you’re here!” “Enough of this bullshit talk! I want to fuck the bitch!” hissed Bronk, pulling Amanda away from the now excited, half-naked woman and pushing her over to an old sedan which was parked near the center of the garage. He shoved her up against it and bent her over the hood so that her ass was exposed and pushed out toward him. Reaching down to a drain pan nearby he covered his hand with automobile oil and spread it over my wife’s ass, being sure to get plenty on her asshole. Then roughly, and with no compassion at all, he took his hard cock from his pants and shoved it up Amanda’s ass and began fucking her hard against the cold steel fender of the old car. We all could hear Amanda scream through the duct tape on her mouth. I felt my stomach flip and wanted to throw up, but I fought it down, afraid I’d kill myself getting sick while gagged. In a very short time, Bronk shot his load up Amanda’s ass and another biker immediately took his place, smearing more oil on her naked tits and stomach, before shooting his load of cum into my sweet wife. I watched as they took turns with Amanda, fucking her up the ass or in her cunt, whichever they chose, over and over again. She cried and whimpered into the tape, but she never gave them any resistance, realizing, I’m sure, that it was fruitless to do so. But, to my sheer and utter amazement, after about four of the bikers had shot their loads into her, she began to become excited and was actually grinding her ass back on the thick dicks that pushed themselves into her holes. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! The women watched it all, cheering their men on as they pounded their cocks into the submissive and oil-covered slut. When the men had all spent themselves, some of them having fucked Amanda three times, the women took over and pushed Amanda into the back seat of the old car, ripped the tape off her mouth, and took their turns with her. They rubbed their naked tits over her oily skin and pressed their pussies into her mouth until they came loudly and moved away for the next woman to have her turn. As they were waiting their turn with Amanda, they joked about her technique. “She loves it! It was her first pussy and what she lacked in style, she made up for in enthusiasm. There’s no doubt that she likes it.” “Damn right she does! She had her tongue so deep up my snatch that I thought it was going to come out my throat!” leered another woman. When they were all done, the group drifted away to somewhere out of sight and earshot, leaving just Bronk and Lizzie in the garage with us. Bronk pulled Amanda out of the backseat and tied her arms to the door of the car. Then he took a black leather case out of his jacket pocket, removed a hypodermic needle and injected something into Amanda’s arm. Before he walked away he instructed Lizzie to clean the oil off of her body. Lizzie had taken her turn with Amanda, too, and there was no doubt in my mind that she had enjoyed it. She was gentle in washing the oil from Amanda’s naked body, and I could tell that Amanda was even now responding to the touch of the pretty, fifteen-year-old’s hands on her body. When Bronk came back to our part of the garage, he found Lizzie kissing Amanda deeply on the mouth and laughed at the sight. “You like the little whore, do you Lizzie? Good, we’ll keep her around for a while, then. Here, give her some of this,” he sneered, handing Lizzie a half full vodka bottle. Lizzie held the bottle to Amanda’s lips and when Amanda balked at drinking from it, Bronk grabbed a fistful of her hair and held her head while Lizzie poured it into her mouth. She gagged on the first mouthful, but soon they established a rhythm, feeding her just enough at a time to keep her from gagging. At first I thought they were going to pour the rest of the bottle into her, but they stopped short by a couple of mouthfuls, sharing those between themselves. Still, I knew that they had given her enough to make her very drunk, if not sick. I hoped she could hold it. It didn’t take long for the effect of the vodka and whatever drug he used on her to set in, and when it did, even in my situation, I had to chuckle at Amanda. She seemed to lose any fear of her situation and began giggling and talking about how much she loved to fuck. Bronk and Lizzie loved the effect the 100-proof drink and the drug were having on her, and he sent Lizzie to get the others to see the little slut in her drunk condition. She was babbling away when Lizzie returned with several of the others. “Shit…I like…I like to fuck! Michael…tha’s my husband, over there, he doesn’t think I like it so much…but I LOVE IT! My hole doesn’t hardly…shit…my hole doesn’t like…sometimes, my hole doesn’t like to be fuckin’ empty! No sir!” She stammered drunkenly. Her observers smiled broadly at the lewd comments coming from her mouth and a very attractive and slim girl named Denise, who I guessed to be about 16 walked up to Amanda and began to finger her pussy as she stood there naked, tied to the car door. “Yeah! Do it to me! I wish you could shove your whole hand in me, I don’t care!” I’d never seen Amanda like this, and, in addition to it being amusing, it was also pretty exciting. She had never talked lewdly before, but in this drunken/drugged state she was being especially nasty. She was saying words I wasn’t sure she had even heard before. Soon, there was another woman, older, playing with Amanda’s tits and kissing her deeply on the mouth, temporarily shutting off the flow of dirty words that poured from her. A couple of others were now kneeling in front of Amanda, looking to see just how many fingers Denise was plunging into Amanda’s hole. They encouraged Denise to keep adding fingers, and in between kisses from the big breasted woman, who couldn’t seem to keep her tongue out of Amanda’s mouth, Amanda encouraged her as well, daring her to fill her hole up with more and more of her hand. I couldn’t see well enough from my position on the bus seat to tell how close Denise was to putting it all in, but when she did get her whole hand in it was certainly not hard to tell. “It’s in!” shouted one of the men. “She got the whole fuckin’ thing in there! Look at her wrist sticking out of the slut’s cunt like a stallion’s dick!” Amanda was lost in drugged passion, hunching her hips downward as hard as possible on the arm that was being shoved up into her body and moaning hotly at the sensations in her cunt. The young girl continued to plunge her fist in and out of Amanda’s dripping hole, twisting and turning her arm from time to time as if testing to see just what she could do in Amanda’s pussy. One of the men, kneeling in front, watching, took the girl’s arm in his hand and began to help her fuck Amanda by pushing her arm upward and pulling it back, just as if it were a big dildo he was using. By now, there was quite a crowd, and several of the men were now sitting around on the floor with their cocks out, stroking them as they watched Amanda being fisted. They didn’t go un-noticed by the “new” Amanda, and she blurted out her appreciation. “Look at all the cocks!” she moaned, drunkenly. “Damn, I love a good hard cock!” Bronk untied the ropes holding Amanda to the car door, and pushing the other women away from the babbling Amanda, pushed her to her knees on the floor. “You want some hard cock, little slut? Crawl over here and get you some. The boy’s will be glad to feed you!” The teenager who had been fisting Amanda was watching with passion still in her eyes and began stripping off her clothes and pretty soon Lizzie was helping her. In the meantime, Amanda had begun to crawl across the rough and dirty concrete floor toward the men who were now urging her on with taunting comments. “Come and get it slut!” “Here little pussy…here little pussy.” “Hurry up bitch, I need your fuckin mouth!” In her drunken state, Amanda made her wobbly way across the floor, and she was soon gobbling on one of the men’s big dicks as if she had been starving for cum all day long. In almost no time, he was shooting his load into her mouth and was pushing her head over to the man next to him, who then shoved his meat into her mouth. This continued until she finished sucking off the fourth man in their little circle and then she passed out, falling onto her back on the floor. There were still men who had not shot their cum into her mouth, however, and they simply knelt over her still body and pushed their cocks into her mouth until they had emptied their balls. She was out for an hour or so, and while she was unconscious they entertained themselves by pissing on her body, both the men and the women. Several of the men stood over her at one time and poured their yellow streams of piss all over her nakedness at once. The women squatted over her one at a time and poured most of their waste onto her face and hair. When they were done, Bronk handcuffed her left ankle to a nearby post and left her there, lying in a pool of piss in the floor. When she came to, Amanda tried her best to crawl out of the stench in which she found herself, but was unable to drag her naked body more than a few feet in any direction, because of the handcuff on her ankle. I felt for her, and wanted more than anything in the world to be able leave and to clean her up and get her off the cold floor, but there was nothing I could do. Unable to leave the seat I was chained to, I was sitting in my own mess. Exhausted by the rough treatment, the drugs and the booze, Amanda soon fell asleep there in the floor, and before long, I, too, found myself drifting off. I awoke several times during the night to find a man or two had returned to the garage to have another crack at Amanda, fucking her mouth or ass or cunt, as my wife enthusiastically urged them on. Some time close to dawn, I was aware of Lizzie bending over Amanda and gently washing her body. At least one of them had some decency. I know what I was hoping and praying would happen on Saturday, but I was sadly disappointed. No one came in to release us and send us home. We weren’t rescued. The nightmare continued. The bikers had a new “slut” to use, now, and they had no intentions of letting her go before the weekend was up. Besides, the whole scene was made even better by letting the slut’s old man watch the whole thing. When I awoke the next day, it was to the roar of motorcycle engines. The sun was well up in the sky and the garage was already hot, filling my nose with its pungent odors of oil, sweat, booze, urine and sex. Lizzie, or someone, had covered Amanda with a blanket and I was relieved to see that. I had slept fitfully, with all the comings and goings during the night, in addition to the awkwardness of being chained in a sitting position on the old bus seat. Bronk was the first to enter the garage after I awakened. He was his friendly, cheerful self. “Well, you fuckin’ bastard, did you like the way we used your old lady-whore last night? I hope so, you turdfaced shit, cause you ain’t seen nothin’, yet. Oh, and by the way, the rest of the gang is here, today, and we’re all set for a 3-day party! We’re gonna let you stay and watch, but if my ole-lady gets involved, you keep your fuckin eyes off of her, you understand?” He kicked my left leg with the toe of his boot as he asked the question, causing me to grimace with the pain that ran through my body. When he had finished greeting me, Bronk moved over to Amanda and woke her by stripping the blanket from her and crawling between her legs and fucking her. When he finished, he unlocked her ankle from the post. He pulled her up to a standing position and handed her a tiny, sequined G-string and a pair of extremely high high-heels that also were covered with the shiny dots, which he told her to put on. While she was putting on the shoes, Lizzie walked in with a glass and a couple of pills, which she made Amanda swallow. I had no idea what they were giving her, but I knew for sure I wouldn’t want either of them giving me any of their pills. Bronk opened a closet in the wall and began setting up a camcorder on a tripod, and several bright lights, also on tripods. When Amanda was clad in the skimpy outfit they had chosen for her they pushed her to her knees in the middle of the floor. No sooner had she knelt, than the others walked in, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. Now, it looked like there were more than three dozen bikers. Most of them were clad in the same biker clothes, but more than a few of the women were wearing only panties, their naked breasts swaying as they walked down the short flight of steps into the garage. They sat on the floor around Amanda or pulled up milk crates, as if they were ready for a show of some kind. Apparently, that was exactly what they were there for, and exactly what Bronk had promised them. He walked to the center of the room, and pulling Amanda’s head up by her hair, spoke to the group. “Our little whore was a good fuck last night, wasn’t she, gang?” The group that had been here the day before cheered their pleasure with Amanda’s performance of the previous evening. “Today, we’re gonna make a movie, and the little whore’s gonna show us how she can dance.” Looking down at Amanda, he spit out his instructions to her. “You will dance for us, you little pile of shit, and you’ll dance as dirty as the cheapest slut-dancer in the cheapest beer-bar…you understand?” Amanda nodded. “I want you to wiggle that sexy, little cock-loving ass of yours, and show us every little part of your slut body. Crawl on the floor when you dance, walk around and strut your naked whore body. Make cocks hard and pussies wet. If you do, we’ll all fuck you. If you don’t, we’ll all fuck you, too, but maybe not as nice. So, believe me, you want to dance just as good as you possibly can. Take my word for it.” Bronk moved over to the newest of the cars in the garage and turned on the cassette player inside it, turning the volume up so that it could be heard throughout the garage. Then he put his eye to the viewer of the camcorder and yelled to Amanda, “Ok, bitch, do your thing!” Amanda began to move her body to the beat. The pills they had given her must have been taking effect, and she was feeling more in the mood for showing off than she ever had in her life. She swayed sexily to the music, her large, lovely breasts waving in front of the staring men and women as she moved. She spread her legs open on the floor and bent backward, hunching her hips up into the air, as if she were fucking a man’s dick. The sequined G-string was pulled tight against her crotch, and as she continued to dance her lips became more and more obvious through the shiny fabric, as they swelled from her growing excitement. I watched in amazement. My conservative, uptight wife was now dancing as lewdly as imaginable for a motorcycle gang! Despite being bound and hungry and scared, I felt my cock harden in my pants. As her back bent further and further backward, Amanda began to move her legs out from under her ass and, soon, she was swinging them up in the air, splayed wide open, her cunt and ass covered only by the thin strips of fabric between her legs. She reached forward with her right hand and patted her cunt gently and lewdly, eliciting cries of pleasure from her audience. Her legs bent further backward until her knees were nearly beside her head, her ass sticking up lewdly into the air as if she were inviting the men to stick their big dicks into her open and hungry slit. Smoothly and gracefully, she rolled over onto one side and then onto her belly, raising her ass in the air as she did so. Her legs opened wider and her hips began to move in circles, the fabric of the tiny G-string being pulled up into her cunt as she wiggled. Cocks were now being pulled out into the air and covered either with the hands or the mouths of the sluts sitting next to them. I was surprised at the professionalism of Amanda’s dancing. I didn’t know she could move as she was moving, but I loved watching her. I would love to live to see her do that again, I hoped. She was a natural. In the middle of her performance, Amanda suddenly stopped and stayed in one position on the floor, her legs open wide and her ass sticking high up into the air. Then, I saw her reaching back between her legs and pulling the G-string to the side. With it out of the way, she began to insert her own fingers into her cunt and began fingering herself to the delight of those watching. The more she fingered, the more her hips bucked up and down in that age-old fucking movement. And soon she was coming in front of everyone, shamelessly fucking herself with her own fingers. Lizzie walked up to her and handed her a dildo, which Amanda gladly took and began working up into her wet fuckhole. She was either extremely hot, or the pills that Lizzie had given her were really having some effect on her. She fucked herself shamelessly with the long, thick fake cock, seeming to love the attention and the dirty and nasty lewd comments that filled the room. One of the women who had come into the garage clad only in a small pair of panties was sucking on a bottle of wine, and when she had emptied it, she moved behind Amanda and pulled the dildo from her cunt. In its place, she put the head of the wine bottle, working it into her cunt slowly, inserting more of it as Amanda’s hips began to move, indicating her acceptance and enjoyment of the bottle in her cunt. Pretty soon, Amanda was really fucking it, in and out of her pretty, little slit with much enthusiasm. The woman worked the wine bottle deeper and deeper into Amanda, stretching her fuckhole wider and wider as she fed more and more of the tapered neck into her. She appeared to have at least half of the wine bottle inside her when, suddenly, a strong orgasm overtook her and she reached back between her beautiful legs and grabbed the wine bottle herself, humping it wildly and pumping it into herself amid loud moans and gasps of pleasure. When her orgasm was over, Amanda fell to the floor on her belly, and Lizzie moved to her side and helped her to a sitting position. She had another glass of wine and more pills, and Amanda took them submissively. Encouraged by Bronk to continue dancing, “or else,” Amanda resumed her dance, standing and moving around the circle of people, wiggling her ass and cunt and tits in the faces of those who admired her so openly. Occasionally, someone would reach out and caress her body, and Amanda would always stop in front of them when they did, throwing her head back and loving the feeling of their hands or teeth or tongues on her body. Suddenly, the music stopped, and Bronk announced, “Fun time for the little slut!” Bronk stripped the soaking wet G-string from her trembling bottom and tied Amanda to an old car seat that he had pulled over from one side of the garage. Her arms were tied tightly to the springs on the sides and her legs were tied open to allow anyone easy access to her holes. I felt sure that I was going to witness another gang bang, only, today, with three times as many men present. I was truly worried about Amanda’s survival, but was helpless to do anything but watch. Knowing that the men had found her dance exciting and would be eager to pound their meat into her cunt, Bronk had re-arranged the lights and camera. Amanda began to moan softly. Lizzie walked up to Amanda, just as Bronk had completed his task of tying her securely, and gave Amanda a shot from a hypodermic needle. Amanda was already so hot she couldn’t think straight, but somehow they weren’t satisfied with her current level of sluttishness, and obviously expected this new shot to make her even more insatiable. I didn’t even know such drugs existed, but I was watching their result. I don’t know what was in the shots that they gave Amanda, but whatever it was made her a constantly hungry slut. Only moments after they had administered the shot, she began to beg for something to fill her, and the men began to lay on her and pump their dicks into her pussy, spilling their hot white cum into her hole, again. Today, rather than simply taking turns, the men shared her trembling body, some of them sitting on her face and ordering her stick to her tongue deep into their assholes or some of them filling her mouth with thick hard cocks, while others plowed into her cunt. Amanda was never a passive participant. Whenever one of the men would withdraw his spent cock from her mouth, the begging would begin all over again until another dick had replaced it. She began begging to be untied so that she could use her hands to please her lovers as well, and smiling at her hot words and desire to please, Bronk untied her hands and allowed her her wish. As soon as her hands were free, my cum-filled wife began to use them to caress the men who roughly plunged their dicks in and out of her body. She caressed their balls, played with their asses, and for a long period of time had a cock in each hand, jerking them while she was taking the dicks from other men in her holes. Eventually, Bronk decided her legs didn’t need to be tied either, and freed them from their bonds. Once they were free, the men began to hold her ankles up in the air, spreading her legs open widely as they fucked her. They bent them back toward her head, exposing her asshole and began filling it as well as her cunt as they continued to fuck her over and over again. “Yes, my ASS!” Amanda cried out. “Fuck me in my ASS! Oh, fuck me! Fuck my whole body! More, more, more!” she yelled. Using her mouth and hands as regenerating tools, the horny men continued to fuck Amanda until they had worn themselves completely out. They had not even come close to wearing Amanda out, and when they had tired of their new plaything, she was still lying there on the old car seat rubbing her clit and moaning and begging for more cock in her holes. As I looked at her lying there, I could see cum still streaming from her ass and cunt and puddling on the seat until it ran down the sides and began to puddle on the dirty concrete garage floor. Lizzie then appeared and gave Amanda yet another shot. This time it was evidently one to calm her down, because moments after the shot had been administered, Amanda grew quiet and was soon sleeping, still lying spreadeagled on the old car seat, completely naked, the cum still leaking from her holes. Soon, the room was empty once again, except for Amanda and me. I wondered just how long they would continue to use Amanda and what would happen when they finally tired of us. I was sore from being tied in the same position for so long and needed desperately to be freed from my bonds. I was hungry and dehydrated. The constant exposure to Amanda’s extreme treatment had been extremely painful for me. Yet, on several occasions, I had ejaculated with no physical stimulation at all and my pants were soaked from my own cum, as well as piss. Exhausted, I still couldn’t sleep. Amanda awoke sooner than they expected her to, because we were still alone. When she opened her eyes and stared at me, I realized that she could now untie me and we had a chance to escape. Unfortunately, the drugs they had given her had not worn off yet, and she was still unable to think about anything except cocks and cunts. Also, my mouth was still taped and Amanda looked like she needed more help than I could give her to rejoin the land of the living. Amanda looked at me through glazed eyes as she sat up and spread her legs open in front of me began to rub her clit once again. “I need a cock, Michael! God, I need a cock so bad!” When she began crawling to me, I thought perhaps our plight had finally gotten through to her; but, instead of unlocking me, she began unzipping my pants and taking my cock from them. Her mouth immediately covered my dick and she began sucking on me earnestly, completely oblivious to anything else. She craved it more than any addict craves his fix and there was nothing I could do to make her stop and get me free. The feel of her velvet mouth on my organ was making me forget our opportunity to escape, too, and I resigned myself to the fact of her drug induced hunger and simply let my body take over. Amanda’s right hand was between her legs, rubbing her stiffening clit as her head bobbed up and down in my lap. She ate my dick as if she were starving for it, and it was a marvelous feeling. I grew hard quickly and felt that I might spill my cum into her at any moment as her mouth continued to work up and down my shaft. Amanda’s obviously hungry pussy was not to be denied, however, and she stopped sucking on my cock, stood up and, turning around, lowered her hot ass down into my lap, impaling herself on my rigid member. She began to grind her hips hotly against me, taking every inch of my throbbing cock deep in her cunt. I could feel the walls of her cunt squeezing my dick, milking it, pulling it, making it feel everything it was capable of feeling. She was quite a fuck – probably the best fuck I had ever had. Some of it was due to my inability to move, I’m sure. And some of it was due to the constant performance over the last 30-some hours. But, above all, my wife was also fucking me as she had never fucked me before, and there was a hunger and desperation to her pumping and grinding hips that I had never experienced before. I came violently inside her. She seemed completely unaware that I was cumming and continued working her ass as if she might go on this way forever. My hips strained upward against the chain that held me down as the hot cum poured from my balls and out the end of my shaft. When I finally began to come down from my orgasm and felt my cock begin to soften somewhat, I expected her to stop, but she continued fucking me, as if she would not allow my member to wither and die within her. Amazingly, she was successful. Before I could soften so much that she could no longer fuck me, her massaging cunt walls had milked me back to hardness again and I felt myself growing rigid inside her once more. She was swinging her head back and forth now, her hands on her knees, writhing in passion as she ground her cunt up and down on my cock. Her grunts and moans were those of a woman lost in an orgasm, and I wondered if she were climaxing continuously in her drug induced state. I also wondered if she had any idea who she was fucking, or if she even remotely cared. I didn’t think so. The door opened to the garage and Lizzie walked in, clad only in a pair of tiny black bikini panties. She seemed surprised to see Amanda free of her bonds and a bit amused to see her fucking away at me. “How sweet. Mister and Missus Teacher, fooling around a little. How do you like what our special little brew of `Ecstasy’ does for your wife? When I was 14 and joined the club, they pumped that stuff into me for days and I think I fucked every biker in the state! And, it still wasn’t enough!” When she walked close enough to Amanda, Amanda reached out for her body and pulled it to her as she continued grinding her hips into my lap. Her mouth covered Lizzie’s left tit as she sucked the pretty young girl’s nipple into her mouth and played with it with her tongue. Her right hand flew to her crotch and shoved her panties up inside, roughly, as she quickly inserted two fingers into her hole. Lizzie giggled, but quickly responded to Amanda’s attentions and held my wife’s head in her hands, pulling her mouth tighter to her chest as she let her hips move in circles in response to Amanda’s fingers which were stretching and twisting inside her fuckhole. Occasionally, Amanda would remove her mouth from Lizzie’s breast and slide her wet fingers from her hole and place them in her mouth, hungrily sucking on the juice that covered them, then she would plunge them back into Lizzie’s cunt and begin sucking on the other breast. “You’ve had enough of that cock, you dirty old whore you!” yelled Lizzie, and she pulled Amanda off of me roughly and pushed her to the floor in front of me. Taking an oil filler spout from the workbench behind me, Lizzie tossed it to Amanda. “Go fuck yourself with that, you crazy bitch, if you still need fucking. I want some cock for myself!” She stripped the tiny panties from her bottom and sat in my lap, working my cock up into herself as she lowered her body onto mine. I almost collapsed in terror at the thought of Bronk walking back in and seeing us like this! Off in her own world, Amanda still needed fucking, and she took the oil filler spout and began inserting it into her cunt, lying in front of Lizzie with her legs open wide. She now enjoyed masturbating while others watched, and she was still so hot that she would fuck anything or anyone, especially as long as Lizzie was staring at her so lewdly. It made Lizzie especially hot to watch my pretty wife fucking herself in front of her, and she fucked herself wildly on my dick as she watched her. Her hands were at her breasts playing and pulling at her nipples as her cunt grew wetter and wetter and fuller and fuller of dick. Some of the others came wandering in as Lizzie continued to fuck me, and began to stand around Amanda, laughing and cheering her on as she worked the metal oil spout in and out of her cunt, her eyes glued on the now trembling girl who fucked up and down in my lap. The oil spout grew thicker and wider as you looked at it from the end, and Amanda now had the total length of the spout inserted in her hole and was lewdly grinding her hips up against it as she held it tightly in both hands. “She’s fucking a goddamn oil spout!” one of the women laughed. “Look at the hot little slut go!” another yelled. They were beginning to rub their own pussies and the men were beginning to take their cocks out of their pants as they watched the pretty brunette working on her cunt with the fake cock. “Hell, she’ll fuck anything! Give her a hammer!” yelled out one of the men. Another man took a hammer from the workbench behind him and tearing the oil spout from Amanda’s tight grip, replaced it with the big hammer. She quickly shoved the handle of the big ball peen hammer up into her cunt and continued fucking herself wildly in front of the cheering crowd. Before long, she had most of the hammer handle inserted in her hole and was grinding her hips crazily as she performed for her audience. One of the men knelt by Amanda’s head and began jerking off, his cock just inches from her mouth. Amanda tried valiantly to raise her head and take the head of his member into her mouth, but he teased her, pulling it away as his hand continued stroking it wildly. Suddenly he tensed and began shooting huge white gobs of cum into her face and hair. Another man knelt on the other side of her and began imitating the first, pumping away at his cock and soon spraying her face with his own load of hot white cum. When they were done, every man in the room had shot a load of hot fuck juice into Amanda’s face and they had replaced the hammer in her cunt with practically every tool in the garage as they watched her plunge them all hotly into her holes, fucking herself with anything they would allow her to use. When Amanda finally grew too weak to continue fucking herself, she passed out and yet they continued plunging things into her cunt and rubbed their wet pussies onto her face, masturbating against it until they had cum and then making room for the next. When I shot my second load of cum, this time into Lizzie’s cunt, I fell back weakly against the old bus seat. Lizzie was still hot and took the men who had shot their cum into Amanda’s face to the center of the big room and let them all fuck her in the ass and cunt and mouth. Soon, the garage was filled with people drinking and smoking and fucking and sucking. As I watched, Lizzie must have been gang-banged by no less than 20 men, and was still going strong before I grew too tired to watch. Finally, we were left alone once more as the group tired and the party wound down, around dawn and they wandered off to who knew where. Before she left, Lizzie gave Amanda yet another shot and gave me one as well. The shot left me nearly senseless and the only thing I remember happening prior to my passing out was watching an extremely large black man with an equally large cock screw a very willing Amanda in all her holes before pissing on her face and leaving her lying in the concrete floor. Bronk was filming it all. I lost all sense of time as I drifted in and out of consciousness. I did know that Amanda was no longer in the garage with me, and I think I spent the rest of the time alone. I don’t remember if I was fed or given anything to drink, or even if I was doped up again. The next time I awoke, I found myself in the front seat of our car with Amanda beside me. The car clock said it was just after 3a.m., but I had no idea what day. We were both naked and the car was parked on a dirt road. Amanda was still unconscious, but I saw that there was something on her left breast. When I focused and looked, I saw that it was a new and very sore looking tatoo. Beautifully scripted in red and blue and yellow were the words “Prime Slut.” As I dressed Amanda in the filthy rags and denim jacket they had left in the car, I saw the second tatoo. It was on the left cheek of my wife’s ass and in block letters said “this ass well fucked by the RAMROD M.C.” I looked around quickly to see if we were alone and when I realized we were now free I started the car and drove us home, quickly. At home, I managed to help Amanda into the bedroom, and I collapsed beside her on the bed. Thirst and hunger awakened me, but Amanda slept on. When she finally did awaken, she cried for hours. She remembered a lot, and I filled in what I could. She said that after I was drugged, they reduced her dose and she remembered becoming the “property” of the club president for the rest of the time. They had held us captive from Friday afternoon until Thursday morning. Amanda was sore all over, but healed quickly. We talked about it and about trying to forget about it, but I knew I could never forget. We knew where the garage was, but agreed that we couldn’t go to the police because of the video Bronk shot of Amanda. It would ruin our careers at the school, where guilt or innocence wasn’t the issue, but the image of propriety was. We had great difficulty talking, when we were together. Vacation was tense and we didn’t enjoy it at all. We tried to resume our daily routines, but Amanda was tense and restless and irritable. Maybe I was, too. I found that Bourbon relaxed me. Finally, in the Fall, Amanda stayed home from school one day and she was gone when I got home. The following weekend, she showed up sitting behind Otto, on the back of a Harley, dressed like a real biker slut. She quickly packed a small bag, got back on the bike, wrapped her arms around the huge, filthy biker and that was the last I ever saw or heard of her. And, what of Lizzie? Well, soon after the weekend they kidnapped us, she moved back with her Mommy and Daddy, cleaned herself up, became `Elizabeth,’ again, went to an Ivy league college and married a Med student. She wore white at a big church wedding last Saturday. I was invited and went to the church, just to see it with my own two eyes. She was beautiful and looked like she had never had a sexy thought in her life.

From that first time, I’ve been hooked on getting my tits fucked every time I’ve had a man in my bed. Needless to say, with tits as big and soft and sweet as mine, no man has ever refused my request for him to slip his meat between my tits, and tit-fuck me until he explodes all over my breasts, nipples, and face! Most times, I don’t even have to ask–men just naturally seem to have an overwhelming and incredibly horny need to want to get their penises between my breasts and on my nipples! They get so excited when I moan, and squeeze my tits together around their cocks, begging them to fuck my sweet, jiggly titties, and to blast off between my tits and all over my nipples! Making a man cum between my breasts and all over my nipples is so hot–I love it so much that it makes me cum, too! Moments later, after I had stripped completely naked except for my black, 4-inch “Fuck Me” pumps, I found myself at the entrance to the wildest, nakedest tit-fucking party I’d ever heard of, and my heart stared pounding so hard I thought it would burst with sexual excitement! I was so horny in anticipation of getting my tits screwed silly and my aching nipples completely plastered with hot, sticky, man-cum! Everywhere I looked, I saw beautiful, lust-crazed, naked male and female flesh. The women were all beautifully equipped, each one with bigger and more beautiful bosoms than the next. I saw acres of heaving, throbbing, jiggling naked breasts and gorgeous, stiff nipples being stroked, prodded, tickled, teased, and fucked by gorgeous, drooling, hard, naked cocks! Everyone was tit-fucking everyone else! One beautiful blonde woman had five men’s hard, drooling dicks rubbing all over her gorgeous, big, bouncing tits! I stood completely entranced, playing with my soaked pussy while watching her. She held her tits together around one man’s cock, and he started fucking her in between her tits like a man possessed. The other four guys were rubbing their cocks all over her tits and her nipples, and she was going wild, moaning and groaning, and begging them to cum all over her tits! The other four guys were lost in lust, rubbing their cocks all over her tits, and fucking her nipples with their oozing cock-slits! A chant of filthy fuck words flew out of her mouth: “Pump, fuck, cock, bang these gorgeous knockers, fuck ‘em, fuck my tits, cum all over my tits, do it, studs! Fuck my tits all night, don’t ever stop, awww fuck, it feels so fucking good! Yeah, fuck my tits, hump my hooters, bang my boobs, beat your gorgeous, meaty fuck-poles all over my tits and all over my nipples ’till you cum, oh yeah! Fuck my nipples, yeah, tit-fuck me guys, rub your cocks all over my nipples, fuck my tits, ohhh yesss, cum all over my tits!” It didn’t take long; The guy who was pounding his cock between her tits was the first to start squirting his semen. He let out an animalistic howl as his cum splashed out all over her cleavage and neck. His cumming set off a chain reaction, and each of the other four guys started ejaculating torrents of heaping jism all over her tits, completely covering her nipples with slick, juicy cum! She was going wild, thrashing her whole body from side to side, cumming her brains out as all five men emptied their loads all over her tits. After those five guys had finished rubbing their cum into her tits with their cocks, she called out “Next!”, and three more guys pounced on her and started rubbing their drooling cocks all over her nipples and between her jiggling, cum-soaked tits, tit-fucking her all over again! I started watching the rest of the beautiful naked men and women who were all deeply involved in tit-fucking each other. It was incredible; All around me, beautiful women with big, beautiful breasts were getting their bosoms boned and their nipples screwed in every conceivable fashion by handsome, hard-cocked men! Everywhere I looked caused my pussy to spasm in delight! Women were jerking guys off with their tits–They were jerking guys off by jiggling and shaking and teasing their wobbling tits against their men’s cocks, squeezing their tits together around their men’s cocks and jerking their men off between their tits, jerking guys off by rubbing their nipples all over and up and down their dicks, and jerking guys off with their hands while pressing and rubbing their boobs and their nipples all over their men’s cocks! Guys were tit-fucking women in combinations of two, three, four, and more, at once! Moans and groans and whimpers of sexual delight filled my ears as I watched this incredible tit-fucking orgy taking place all around me–women were all begging the men to explode all over their tits–men were all frantically stroking and rubbing their ready to squirt cocks all over their women’s tits in a total lust frenzy! I thought I’d go insane if I didn’t get in on all of the action, and at that moment, I felt a pair of hands scoop up my boobs from behind, and a man’s hard, semen-slick cock rub up against my buns. “Hi.” It was the man who’d tit-fucked me two nights before, and who’d invited me to “cum” to the club. “I wasn’t sure whether or not you’d make it.” “I was a little nervous, at first, but now that I see how wild this is, I’m sure glad I did!”, I told him. He said, “Believe me, you WON’T be sorry!” That, I knew! I turned around to face him, and he hugged me close, pressing our naked bodies tightly together. Although he was still painfully hard, his beautiful cock was slick with semen, indicating that he’d just gotten his rocks off between some beautiful woman’s tits. But I guess it was easy for him to maintain a perpetually hard penis with all of those beautiful, big boobs everywhere he looked, not to mention all of the heavy-duty tit-fucking that was going on all around us! “Such gorgeous, soft breasts!”, he moaned. “So beautiful. I wanted everyone to see them…” As he teased his tongue down to my left nipple, another man approached, and slyly began tonguing my right nipple. A jolt of powerful sexual heat shot through my already lust-crazed body, making me thrust my boobs more deeply into their mouths, as I savored the lust and the power of having two men at once. By now, the surrounding tit-fucking frenzy was reaching its peak as the semen was starting to squirt out all over all of the women’s boobs who were being wildly tit-fucked by all those horny guys! The two men, who were sucking on my nipples so expertly, and I stopped, and watched everyone else have their orgasms. Wow, I’d never seen so much semen squirting out in all directions! It was everywhere–all over the women’s breasts and nipples, all over their pretty faces and in their hair, all over the sheets on the mattresses, the carpeting, and even the walls! The entire room reeked of sex! While everyone was recovering from that round, my friend who told me about all of this made the announcement, “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new, beautiful, boob-balling queen of a lady here tonight. For all of you men, I can tell you that she absolutely loves having her tits fucked, and, as you can see, her breasts are absolutely gorgeous, and big and soft and sweet enough for you to bury your boners in between, and her nipples are big enough to be fucked by two cocks at once! And for you ladies, you can enjoy licking up the sperm from her nipples! Please make her feel welcome as part of our club. Since I am the one who invited her here tonight, I want to have her beautiful breasts first. I am willing to share her lovely breasts at the same time with anyone else who wants to fuck them, too. Any takers?” I had no problems with that! All eyes were now on me, and I was so horny that I was shaking. Everyone was “oooing and aaahing” as my friend, his friend, and three other men led me to the center of the room. All of the men and women were commenting on how beautiful my breasts and nipples were, and that made me feel so good! They all got comfortable with each other, and started to watch me get it on with my five very hard and very horny men. I lay down on my back, and one of the ladies handed me a bottle of slippery lubricant for me to anoint my boobs for my first of several boob-banging marathons of the night. As I slowly and sensuously applied the slick stuff all over my breasts and nipples, the five men who were soon to start titty-fucking me started rubbing and stroking their cocks in anticipation of getting their boners all over my now slicked-up, jiggling, naked titties! Finally, it was time. I moaned, “Ok guys, cum to my tits! I’m so horny from watching everyone else tit-fucking each other, I can’t wait any longer. Come on and tit-fuck my big boobs!” My friend straddled my tummy, and slid his stiff, slick boner into my cleavage. I shuddered with excitement as I cupped my boobs and squeezed them together against his hard shaft. He started fucking my tits really slowly at first. His friend and one other handsome stud knelt down and started rubbing their cocks against my left breast, both of them sharing time with my nipple, rubbing and pressing their penises all over and all around my stiff nipple-bud. The two other hunks knelt down on my right side, and started stroking their beautiful dicks all over my right tit, teasing my right nipple with their oozing cock-slits. This was heaven–my boobs had five men under their power at once! All five of us started going crazy. I was being fucked in between my tits, and I had two cocks rubbing all over each tit, and both of my nipples were being fucked at the same time! All five of my studs were moaning and groaning in total lust for my awesome mammaries as they kept on rubbing and fucking their beautiful, hard, drooling penises all over my tits. Everyone was cheering us on, and everyone else started tit-fucking each other in numerous combinations, all over again! All at once, my orgasm boiled up inside my cunt, and raced through my entire body, from my cunt to my tits to my head to my toes, totally consuming me with liquid fire! I came so hard that I nearly lost consciousness, and when I screamed out that I was cumming, all five of my titty-fucking guys howled out, and started cumming in between, and all over my tits, completely soaking my cleavage, my neck, my boobs, and my nipples with loads and loads of their wonderful, hot man-cream! After our orgasms subsided, and the men had massaged all of their sperm into my tits, two women, one of whom was the lady at the door who had measured my boobs, crawled over to me and licked and sucked my breasts and my super-sensitive nipples completely clean, leaving no traces of all the sperm my breasts had just received. Our performance had started another round of tit-fucking, and everyone else was now going wild, tit-fucking each other silly. For the rest of the night, I took on most of the 30 men there, in as many different combinations as possible, taking their cocks between my tits, and begging them to tit-fuck me and screw my nipples all night, which they did. All the men went wild screwing my boobs–they couldn’t get enough of my tits! I couldn’t get enough of them rubbing their beautiful hard cocks all over my tits and screwing my nipples either–I never wanted it to stop! It all felt so good!! It was after 4:00 a.m. when everyone finally staggered out to the disrobing area to put on their clothes and go home. We were all totally spent from a night of wild titty-sex! It was the wildest experience of my entire life! My boobs were swollen and somewhat sore from all that tit-fucking, and I loved the soreness. It was so much fun that I have become a regular member. Feeling all that power and excitement is such a kick! To think that my boobs can make so many men so wild with uncontrollable lust! And to know that only my tits can satisfy their horniest wet dreams, in the flesh! I’m so horny now from writing this that I can’t wait to do it again! The next “Tit-Fucker’s Club” orgy is set for tomorrow night!! You know I’ll be there!!

I am sure part of the reason he was there was to evaluate some of us who might be up for a promotion. Becky claimed to be too tired to go, but I insisted. This was too important for her to miss. Our company liked to hire married people and wives were an important part of our culture. At the party, Becky relaxed and began enjoying herself as she normally did. She was really a very pleasant person normally, before the child crisis anyway. We had been there about two hours when I realized Becky was not by my side. I saw her talking to Mr. Williams in the corner. They seemed intent. I turned to talk to someone else. When I looked for her again, she was gone. So was Mr. Williams. Immediately, I began to wonder. What was happening? Had they left together? Then, my immediate supervisor grabbed me to meet the new recruit. I was stranded, trying to make polite conversation while my brain whirled. I felt a hand on my arm. It was Becky. “Honey, let’s go home,” she said. Her eyes were wild, more alive then I could remember seeing them in years. She was very excited as she dug her nails into my arm. I said my farewells and followed her toward the door. Mr. Williams was watching us as we left. In the car, I tried to make conversation but she said she did not want to talk right now. She leaned back as if asleep but her foot was moving rhythmically with her shoe dangling off her toes. She bounced into the house. “Did you have a nice talk with Mr. Williams?” I asked as we undressed in our bedroom after the party. The tension was thick. Becky was moving sensually, her hips rotating more than normal, her back arched. I was hard just thinking about her. “Yes. Why didn’t you tell me you were up for a promotion?” “I didn’t know I was. The rumor mill had my name in the pot but I have not been officially informed.” “Well, you certainly are being considered,” Becky said. I was sitting on the bed in my jockeys. Becky was now naked except for her panties. I knew she wanted sex because she let me see her bare breasts. She had a funny smile as she sat next to me on the bed, a funny, wild smile. “Tell me you favorite sexual fantasy again,” she said. I quivered. She had never asked this question before, never. “Which one?” I asked, although I knew exactly which one she meant. She dragged her nails over my bare leg. “You know which one.” “I want you to have sex with another man. I want him to impregnate you. I want to watch or I want you to come home and tell me about it.” I gasped it out, my voice squeaky. Sweat started to flow from me. “Tell me yours now,” I asked. Becky would never discuss her fantasies. I knew tonight was going to be different. She was dying to tell me. She gave me a coquettish gaze, looking up from under her lashes. “Oh, mine is almost the same as yours. In mine, a strong man takes me in a situation where I have little choice about it. You watch sometimes. Sometimes, I tell you about it. He fucks me. His dick is big and long and thick and so very hard. He fucks me all he wants to. He fucks me and makes me pregnant.” She was wild, digging her fingernails into my thigh. She leaned over conspiratorially. “More than that, he makes me his slut. Me, Bobby, me. Little, sweet, shy Becky. I become his slut, relishing in his control of me, loving every minute of the sex, doing whatever he wants anytime he wants.” “Why did you never tell me that?” She ignored my question, standing and walking away. She spun to face me again, hands on hips, pelvis thrust forward. “I know what it will take to get you the promotion,” she said. “What?” “Mr. Williams wants me. He wants to fuck me.” I started to quiver. I could tell Becky was very sexually excited, more excited than I had ever seen her, even on the honeymoon. Her nipples were hard and I could see the dark stain of honey dew on her panties. Her eyes glittered as she sat by me again. Her hand slid up my leg to feel the erection in my shorts. “I want to fuck him. I want him to take me. I want him to make me his slut. You would like that, Bobby, wouldn’t you? You would like your sweet wife to fuck your boss and for you to get the promotion. Think of it, Bobby. Think of Mr. Williams, your boss, between my legs, fucking me, fucking me so hard. Think of his hot cum flooding my ravaged pussy. Think of his virile sperm seizing my eggs, making me pregnant. You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Her hand was rubbing my cock hard now. I could not hold back. “Oh, Bobby, you are excited. You came in your shorts. I want you to get hard again and cum in me, Bobby. I want you to cum in me as I tell you my fantasy.” I was hard in an instant. Becky stripped off her panties and shoved them in my face, giving me a deep smell of her delicious odors. She lay on her back and pulled me between her legs as our eyes locked together. I was moving slowly in and out. “Mr. Williams is my fantasy, Bobby. He tells me I will do as he says. If I do, you get a big raise. If I don’t, you get fired. I have no choice. But, if I had a choice, it would be him. I want him to father my children. I want my belly fat with his child. So, I let him have me. And, oh, Bobby, he really has me! His cock is big, very big, and very hard. He fucks my pussy so good, so good.” By now, Becky was sweating profusely, her speech slurred, her nails deep in my back, her legs tight around me. Our breathing was ragged. I fought to hold back from cumming again. “Then, he rolls me over and fucks my ass. He is not gentle. He just rams that big prick in me. I scream from the pain but it starts to feel good, as good as getting my pussy fucked. Then, I orgasm from his big cock in my ass. I can feel you, Bobby. I can tell you are ready to shoot. Cum, Bobby! Cum in me! Cum in me thinking of your sweet little wife getting royally fucked by your boss, of his seed growing in me.” She screamed and started bucking. I could not hold back any longer. My cock had never been that hard that long. I exploded in her. As we lay cooling together, Becky said softly, “I intend to live my fantasy, Bobby. I am going to fuck your boss. I am going to bear his children And, if he will have me, I am going to be his slut.” She slipped out of bed. I heard her make a phone call from the living room. When she returned, I asked what she did. “I called Mr. Williams. He will explain it to you in the morning. Now, go to sleep.” She curled up against me. I could not sleep. I had never been so aroused, so hard, so wild, as I thought about my Becky carrying a baby. During the night, as her bottom was curled against me, I slipped my cock in her. She moaned and pushed back. “That is it, Bobby. Fuck me while I dream of carrying Mr. Williams’ baby.” Mr. Williams called me into his office early the next day. “I understand you and your wife had a nice conversation after the party last night, Bob,” he said. “Yes, sir.” His eyes were cool, neutral as he watched me. I was surprised as how calm I felt. “And, what is your understanding, Bob?” “My wife is going to have an affair with you.” “Is that all?” “No, sir. You will make her pregnant.” A small smile twitched the corner of his lip for an instant. His eyes softened some. “You have no problem with that?” “No, sir. I have no problem.” “It will be more than that, Bob. Let me explain the ground rules. First, you will get the promotion and a nice raise.” “Thank you, Mr. Williams,” I replied. He nodded. “I will expect your wife to do as I say when I say, which includes dress and decorum. I will have her when I wish, where I wish. In addition, I expect her to perform for my friends when I tell her to. So, it will not be just me fucking her, Bob. Do you understand that?” “Mr. Williams, may I sit down?” “Of course. Would you like a drink?” “No, sir. It is just . . . ” “I understand, Bob, but, I want you to be aware of what is going to happen to her if I take her. No surprises.” “Yes, sir.” “The affair may last a weekend or a lifetime. I understand you two do not have sex very often?” “Yes, sir. Maybe twice a month.” He laughed, not an evil laugh, but a laugh which said I was a fool for letting my wife service me so seldom. “One of the real benefits to you, Bob, will be lots of sex. She will have sex with you every night, either vaginally or orally. Anally is reserved for me.” “Of course,” I said. “Any night she does not satisfy you, you are to tell me the next morning so I can punish her. I will punish her for not keeping you very happy in bed or for any other reason I choose. In fact, she will be punished whenever I think she needs it, Bob.” The thought of my wife being punished by my boss made me hard as a rock. I wondered how he would do it. “As for you, you are to continue to treat her as your wife, to love and care for her. She will need care, particularly when she is pregnant and during the delivery stage. And, I expect you to be a fine father for my children, Bob. I mean that sincerely.” “Children?” “Yes. Children. I expect her to have three to five, in total, at least two of which are mine. Do you understand this, Bob? I will make sure she has several children by me and at least one child by someone other than me.” “Yes, sir. I understand. We both do want children.” “Well, you will have plenty of them.” He came around from behind his desk, sitting in the chair next to mine. “She told me your fantasy. I will let you watch sometimes but, most often, she will tell you about it. I am sure she will have some good stories. Any questions?” “No, sir.” “Good. I am picking your wife up at three today. She is spending the weekend with me.” I did not know what to say to that. Finally, I said, “Well, have a nice weekend.” He laughed. “I am sure I will, Bob.” At three that afternoon, my head was spinning, knowing at this moment my wife was getting in my boss’ car to fuck him for the weekend. I was so hard and my mind was so full of visions of Mr. Williams fucking my wife I could not think. That night at home I masturbated twice, thinking about Becky with Mr. Williams. Saturday was a long day. Saturday night, I had just put a movie in the VCR when I heard the door bell. It was a young woman. She had on too much makeup, extremely tight clothes with a bare midriff and a very short skirt. She had high heels and stringy blonde hair. “Bobby Davis?” she asked. “Yes. Who are you?” “I am Tiffany. Mr. Williams sent me. I am your promotion bonus.” Tiffany was a real pro. She spent the night with me, taking her time to make the sex very enjoyable. I came four times before she left at dawn. But, she was not my wife. She was not Becky. Becky got home about six Sunday night looking exhausted and well used. She gave me a big, long kiss at the door. “Want to hear?” she asked. “Yes,” I answered, as my cock strained at my pants. “I need a hot bath. Come on and I will tell you.” I followed her into the bathroom where she drew the bath water and undressed. As she turned around, I gasped. Her breasts were bruised, with blue splotches on them. I saw other bruises as my eyes ran down her body. Then, I had a bigger surprise. “How do you like my shaved snatch?” Becky asked. Her pussy was smooth and bald. “What is that?” “A ring through my clit hood. He had me pierced. Want to touch?” I touched the tiny steel ring. She shivered and gasped from sexual need. “That sure pops my clit,” she moaned. Slowly, she lowered herself in the tub, moaning in enjoyment from the steaming water. “How was Tiffany?” she asked. “He told you?” “Yes. I think that was nice of him to do.” “Tiffany was fine. I got a wonderful blow job.” I said this intentionally because it was something Becky never did. She laughed. “I probably gave more blow jobs this weekend than Tiffany did. Get me some aspirin and a soft drink, please, Bobby.” When I returned, she took the aspirin, and lay back. “Ready to hear?” she asked. My cock had been ready since she walked in the door. “I would love to hear,” I said. “He picked me up at three. We went directly to a store where he bought me some new clothes to wear, slutty clothes, Bobby, clothes that reveal me like you have never seen. I will model them for you later. I was wearing my new clothes when he took me to a nice restaurant. Then, we went dancing. It was about one when we got to his house. He took me to his bedroom. We hugged and kissed as we undressed each other. Then, he lay me back. His cock is huge, Bobby. I mean a monster. I was afraid I could not take it all. But, he was very gentle, letting me get use to his size. God, Bobby, I have never felt so full. It was heaven.” She opened her eyes to look at me. I was rubbing my very hard cock through my pants. She smiled softly. “I have been ordered to take care of your every need. Want a blow job?” she asked. “Yes,” I croaked. “Well, get over here.” I dropped my pants and moved to the side of the tub. Becky, braced herself on her elbows on the tub side, and sucked me into her mouth. I was so aroused it took only a second before I shot. Becky swallowed it down like a slut, the slut she had become. Then, she relaxed again in the bath. “He fucked me until I could not come any more. Bobby, it was something. I had never come like that in my life. I mean I was fucked out, but he had not cum. He can hold back forever. I felt his hand in my pussy. Then, it moved to my ass. I could feel his fingers penetrating me back there. ‘What are you doing?’ I asked him. ‘I am going to fuck your ass now. I am lubricating it.’ ‘No. I don’t want you back there,’ I said. He just gave me an evil, demanding smile. ‘Actually, I would enjoy your fighting me. Raping your ass would be more fun for me than you giving it to me. But, it would hurt you a lot more. I suggest you shut up and turn over’.” I was getting hard again but Becky’s eyes were closed, her hands gently caressing her nipples which were hard as rocks. She was getting as hot rembering as she was telling me as I was listening. ” ‘No,’ I said. ‘You may not have my ass.’ We both knew I wanted him to force me, to rape my ass. I guess the restraints were hidden behind the mattress. He rolled me over and lay on me. He pulled the restraints out and attached me to the bed, face down, arms spread. “Now, little slut, beg me to fuck your ass.’ ‘No,’ I said, wondering what he would do. He reached under me, lifting me up a little to grab my breasts. He began to squeeze, his fingers digging into my flesh. It started to really hurt. That it where the bruises on my tits came from, Bobby, from his crushing it when I told him no. ‘Please don’t,’ I whimpered. He squeezed harder. I though he would rip my breasts off. Now, I was crying. I could stand no more. ‘Fuck my ass, please. Fuck my ass. I am begging.’” “He yanked me up on all fours. I felt his hands pull my ass cheeks apart, his monster at my virgin hole. He slammed all the way in on one stroke. God, it hurt, Bobby. I felt like I was being ripped in two. I screamed. I tried to pull away but his hands held my hips and my arms were tied. He waited as my ass hole spasmed in pain. When it finally relaxed, the pain began to subside. He started to move in and out, fucking my ass. It felt good. Soon, I was begging him to never stop. Oh, I begged him, Bobby. I begged him to never stop fucking my ass. I came twice from his monster cock up my ass.” She sighed contentedly and her eyes opened again. She smiled at me and saw my cock red and ready. “Don’t worry. I will let you have my ass someday,” she said. “No, Becky. Mr. Williams told me I was never to take you there. It is reserved for him.” “Well, I will make it up to you,” she said. Becky stood and began to dry off. Becky never bathes in front of me and for her to stand and let me look at her naked body while she dries off is a great change in her behavior. A change for the better, I might add. I looked closer at her body. I could see faint fingerprints bruised against her hips where he had held her. “What happened then,” I asked? She gave me a little, knowing smile. She knew I was totally aroused by her story. “After he came in my ass, we showered together. I sucked him until he was nice and hard. Then, he fucked me again. I went to sleep wrapped in his arms.” Becky wrapped her arms around me, kissing me. I could taste my cum in her mouth. “You want a quickie or do you want to hear the rest of the story first?” she asked. “A quickie.” After walking to the bed, Becky lay back, gave me a slutty look and spread her legs wide, grabbing her ankles to hold herself open. I had never seen her do that before. I knee walked between her legs and slipped my cock into her. She was sopping wet. She wrapped those legs around me and fucked me until I came, which was not long. “Did you orgasm?” I asked. She kissed me gently. “Bobby, I probably don’t orgasm from you fucking me one time in ten. That is the reason I like you to eat me. And, it is one of the reasons I want Mr. Williams’ monster cock. I orgasmed over and over on his cock, Bobby. Now, please eat me, baby. I want to cum, too.” I slipped between her legs, my mouth and tongue licking and sucking, taking her cum and mine, until she screamed in orgasm. When she had recovered, she continued. “Saturday, I accompanied him as he played golf, riding in the cart. The cart was crowded with three of us but it was cozy. His partner put his hand on my leg at one point. I looked at Mr. Williams but he winked at me. His partner, Mr. Arnold, took liberties the rest of the way. I came on his fingers behind the seventeenth green.” Becky was watching me like a hawk, to see my reaction. I was enjoying her story very much. “Saturday night, he told me what to wear. Do you want to see it?” “Very much,” I replied. She jumped up and opened her suitcase. She put on a black garter belt, black fishnet stockings, black five-inch-heeled shoes with a strap running around her ankle, a very short and very tight black skirt. She added a white pushup bra and a see through white blouse which emphasized her breasts and narrow waist. She looked like a slut, a high class slut. “Like it?” she asked. “Yes.” “Watch when I sit down.” She sat. It was almost impossible for her pussy not to show, the dress was so short. And, since she wore no panties and was shaven, the lips of her pussy were plainly visible. “What do you think, Bobby? I am a slut, or what? I told you I would be his slut.” She was excited at the thought, at being his slut. “Go on with your story,” I said. She smiled at me. “‘What are we doing tonight?” I asked. ‘Mr. Arnold is joining us for dinner. Then, the three of us are coming back here for sex.’ I began to tingle. I never had two men before. And, it was very thrilling to be told and expected to obey without regard for my feelings. It was a lovely dinner at another great restaurant. During dinner both of them played with my legs. Oh, Bobby, at one point, my skirt was up so far, both of them put fingers in me at the same time. It made me cum. Right there in the restaurant, I came from two men finger fucking me. When we returned to the house, Mr. Arnold kissed me and began undressing me. Mr. Williams joined us. I never had two men before as you know, Bobby. I took one in my ass while another was in my pussy. I sucked one off while the other fucked me. I kept their cocks clean with my mouth. I must have cum fifty times. They left me in the guest bedroom, passed out from exhaustion.” She grinned. “You have cum twice tonight. Do you need another?” “Oh, yes,” I said with a laugh. “Doggie style?” Becky said. I fucked my wife doggie style. This time I believe she came as I lasted forever. “What happened next?” Becky was exhausted, drifting in and out of sleep. “Hum?” “After Saturday night?” “Oh. Sunday, I fucked and sucked them both again. Then, I took a short nap. Mr. Williams awakened me, telling me we had an errand. That is when he had me pierced. That hurt. He meant it to hurt. The man at the tattoo parlor who did the piercing suggested they use a topical painkiller on me to deaden the area. Mr. Williams told him no, he wanted me to feel it. ‘We need to tie her down, then,’ the guy said. They tied me to a table, naked, legs spread. I felt him grab the hood with forceps and pull it out. Then, pop. I screamed like crazy. They gave me some aspirin. It is still throbbing some.” Becky smiled wanly. “Bobby, I have got to sleep,” she said and rolled over. I heard her snoring in an instant. The week was fairly uneventful. The biggest change was for me was I had sex with my wife every night. And, it was not the plain old sex we had been having. It was wild, hard sex with both of us orgasming until we could not cum again. Of course, I ate her pussy each night. It was very clear to me that my cock did not make her cum. Then, Wednesday, she went to the beauty parlor. Becky had long brown hair which reached to her shoulders. She always wore it straight. She always wore a small earring in each ear. When she got back, I was shocked at the change in her appearance. Her hair was cut shorter, dyed a beautiful golden blonde and curled so it lay around her head. And, she had five tiny gold rings in each ear. Thursday night, she said, “I am not going to have sex with you. I know you are suppose to tell him. I just want to see what he will do.” I was angry with her for denying me and told her so. She was very surprised I was so strong with her. I think it secretly pleased her. But, she was adamant. She wanted to find out what Mr. Williams would do. She found out. When I told him, he immediately called her at school. He ordered her to his office as soon as school was over that afternoon. About four, he called me, telling me to join him in his office. Becky was sitting in a chair in his waiting room when I got there. Immediately, we both entered. She was twitching all over as she stood in front of his desk, bright eyed and eager with anticipation. He never said a word to her, although he did speak to me. He came around from behind his desk and undressed her. When Becky was at school, she still wore the same conservative clothes she had always worn. Other times, she dressed like the slut she had become. He stripped her naked except for her thigh high stockings. Those he rolled down to her knees. Then, he started fastening restraints to her wrists, thick leather bracelets which buckled in place and had big rings. Becky never complained. In fact, she was loving it. I could smell her pussy and see the juice on her thigh. When he finished with her arms, he attached restraints to her legs. He pushed her face down over his desk. With rope, he bound her legs and arms so she could not get away. Becky was wild now. She started begging him not to hurt her. He grinned at me. It was clear she was loving what was happening to her. Finally, her spoke to her. “Becky, I do not tolerate disobedience. I told you to satisfy your husband every night. He tells me you intentionally did not obey last night to see what I would do.” “Yes, sir,” she sobbed. I could see the panic in her eyes as he jammed a ball gag in her mouth and fastened the straps behind her head. Her face was total fear and she was squirming all she could when he showed her the willow branch. It was about four feet long and very supple. “Now, Becky, you are a slut and I am your master. Bob is your husband. You will obey both of us all the time. This whipping will help you remember that.” He gave her twenty and he was not gentle. The stripes covered her from the back of her knees to the small of her back, although most landed on her ass and upper thighs. I could hear her scream through the gag as the welts, red and ugly, immediately popped up when the willow branch struck her. When he stopped, he commanded, “fuck her cunt, Bob.” I was rock hard. I jumped behind her and slammed into her. She orgasmed on the first thrust but I was pleased how long I lasted before I filled her with cum. Mr. Williams dropped his pants. His cock was a monster, much bigger than mine. He ran it in and out of her sopping pussy to get lubrication, then slammed it as hard as he could in her ass. She screamed again and passed out. He stopped, his cock in her to the hilt. He retrieved smelling salts from his shirt pocket and held it under her nose. When she revived, he fucked her ass long and hard until they both came. He walked in front of her, removed the gag and stuck his cock in her face, ordering her to clean him. I watched her lick her shit and his cum from his cock. He left her there across the desk. He sat in his chair and called his secretary, ordering drinks for him and me. The secretary did not even flinch when she saw Becky tied down and freshly fucked over his desk. I was have expected Becky to be embarrassed at being seen by someone else. It was obvious what had happened. But, she had a wild, slutty grin in spite of her crying when the secretary walked in the room. After Becky’s sobbing had quieted, he asked, “Have we learned a lesson today, slut?” “Yes, sir,” she said, in a tiny, little girl voice. “I will do this whenever I wish and next time, I will not be as gentle with you.” “Yes, sir,” she sobbed again. “Do you understand about being Bob’s slut as well as mine?” She looked over at me. It was the most loving look I had received from her in a very long time.” “Yes, sir.” “Release her, Bob.” I unbound my wife. When her hands were free, she gently explored her ass, winching every time she touched herself. “May I go clean up, Mr. Williams?” she asked. “No. Just dress. I want the cum to run down your leg, slut. I want everyone to know you are freshly whipped and freshly fucked.” When he called her a slut, she gave him a wild, sexy look. “You like being my slut, don’t you, Becky?” She said nothing but her look screamed yes. He jumped to he side and swatted her ass which was still tender from her whipping. She squealed and jumped. “I asked you a question, slut.” “Yes, sir.” “Yes, what?” “Yes. I like being your slut.” She turned to look at me. “I like being your slut, too, Bobby.” >From that day forward, there was no question about out relationships. >Mr. Williams was my boss and Becky’s master. I was his employee and Becky’s husband. Becky was my wife, a teacher, but, first and foremost, she was a slut, his slut first and my slut second.

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Birth control was out of the question because of her religion, so early in our marriage, before we wanted children, there were long periods when I didn’t get anything at all. But as tough as it was, I did love her, and I even treated it like a tease. Slowly, over the months, she was loosening up, and with each new boundary we crossed I felt encouraged. Just small things, things like kissing my cock or letting me talk dirty to her while we “made love” really got me off, they felt to me like conquests, because she was so resistant. And oh, so beautiful. I longed for the future, because I knew that someday I’d have her doing anything I wanted. Someday I’d have her kneeling before me, and looking up at me, waiting for me to blo w my load all over her pretty face. But, you know, woman of a certain age start thinking of babies, and Tammy was that age. So after we were married almost a year she decided we’d try for one. And it was like a switch was thrown in her head – all of a sudden she craved sex. She had no problem doing what I wanted to get started – lots of nights I’d come home to find her in the slutwear she refused to wear for me when we were first married. There was a part of me that felt resentful, used, because she wasn’t doing these things for me, just to use my urges to get what she wanted: a baby. So there she’d be when I got home from work, all dolled up like a groupie, with a bikini top, skimpy cotton dress high enough to show the tops of her thigh-highs, and the “fuck me” pumps I loved so much. Yeah, she had the look, she knew what I liked and how to tease, but she wouldn’t really act the part. I wanted to get head; I wanted her eyes looking up at me from down there. That was all I thought about, but she just wouldn’t do it. It was the same excuseshe used all along: “In the eyes of God it was unnatural”. Still the “nice girl” inside. But I knew the real reason – She wasn’t about to waste any of my precious baby seed that way. So straight sex was all she’d allow. And from my end, straight sex 10 or so times a week is more work than I bargained for. I wasn’t 18 anymore. A few times we’d get started, she’d be under me, egging me on, tickling my ass with her long nails, and all of a sudden something would happen to me. I’d lose it, just go soft. I’d be ashamed, she’d say “That’s OK.” Months went on, there was no sign of a baby, and I knew she was unhappy. As if that wasn’t enough, money started becoming a problem – I just didn’t make enough. I was going to school at night, but was stuck in a low paying day job until I finished school. Things were real tight. We lived in a small apartment, and never had enough money for simple pleasures like vacations. We couldn’t even afford to go out to dinner when her friends invited us. It seemed like all our friends had much more than we did. Some of her girlfriends even had vacation homes. So she was unhappy enough about the money to go out to work. She found a job as an office girl. Every day she rode the subway to her job downtown. I felt terrible seeing her go to work. She never complained openly, she really was a sweet girl, but there were times, especially when she was talking with her better off friends that I saw a hint of unhappiness, real jealousy. The man in me knew this wasn’t right. If we could just hold on for a few years, things would be better. I’d make more money after I finished school. She could quit, I’d have more time, more energy, and enough money to provide for her. Then maybe those baby juices would kick in again. I was determined to stick it out. I still loved her. She had been working a few months when she started acting out about it. She’d be silent, almost sullen when she came home, saying little about what went on. She worked for some company downtown – all I knew was its name, Invigra Inc., and that she spent her day doing some kind of clerical work. I could sense a change in her. She wasn’t after me for sex anymore. She started angry all the time. She’d come home from work and not even talk to me, and I felt miserable. I felt like a failure. For a week or so I consoled myself by spending more time in the strip clubs after work. The girls there weren’t so demanding, just a quick buck and they shook their ass for me. But after having the promise of her, the hope that she would turn into some dark angel in bed, these diversions didn’t satisfy anymore. So one day I confronted her. “What’s with you? Ever since you started this job you’ve changed. I told you it would only be till I finished school, but you’re acting like you’re mad about it!” She just ran into the bedroom, tears in her eyes and closed the door. “Fuck her!” I thought. I got my coat on and went out, out to the local titty bar. I hadn’t cheated on Tammy at all since we’d been married, unless you count feeling up strippers and sluts in these clubs. My hands worked overtime that night, and a lot of the money that Tammy earned wound up laced through g-strings. She was sitting up in bed when I got home. She said she was sorry, but her unhappiness these past few weeks had nothing to do with me. She wasn’t mad about working; she just hated the place she was in. What she told me next changed my mood completely. “There’s a boss there, and he’s always hitting on me. I have to go into his office, and he’s always putting his hand on me, touching my bottom.” She was starting to sob as she said this, a tear falling in a slow roll down her soft cheek. “He says things to me, dirty things” My heart started beating. Someone was going to get his ass kicked. “What’s his name?” “Brock.” What kind of name was that, I thought? “We’ll Tammy, tomorrow I’m going to work with you. And I can guarantee you this Brock asshole isn’t ever going to bother you again.” I wanted her to know I’d take care of this for her, I wanted her to feel safe, protected. I didn’t tell her that I hadn’t been in a fight since grammar school. This guy Brock was probably some old office guy, grown pudgy and soft around the middle. I told her I’d make this guy sorry he ever messed with her. I showed her my fist, and said, “This guy will be one sorry motherfucker!” She just stared wide-eyed at me. When we got into the elevator the next morning, she pressed floor 45. I noticed that Invigra had floors 39-45 in the building, and I pondered the meaning of her working on the top floor. I guessed that this Brock was some bigwig in the company. I figured the guy was some old business fart, I’d make short work of him. The offices on the 45th floor seemed very prosperous indeed. Very plush and dignified, our footsteps were silent in the thick carpeting. The receptionist was an extraordinarily beautiful woman, a polished Nordic beauty, wearing a thin silk blouse. I could see a hint of protruding nipples, and I felt myself stir. Tammy asked for Brock, and we were asked to wait for a few minutes. While we were waiting on the couch, I amused myself by checking out the people in the office as they walked through the corridor. Almost everyone was female, and they were all knockouts, young woman in their early 20’s, impeccably dressed and attractively made up. Even the voices were sexy. I wondered if Invigra was some sort of modeling agency. I was about to ask Tammy when a tall, shapely oriental woman told us the Mr. Brock would see us now. As we walked through the hall to his office, I got myself ready. I was going to surprise the prick, get right in his face. Just one word from him and I’d throw his sorry ass right through the fuckin window. The Asian girl opened the door, and for a moment, I just took in the surroundings. Mr. Brock’s office was the size of our apartment. It was a corner office with two floor-to-ceiling, windows that looked out on the harbor. There was a sitting area with a couch and two easy chairs on the right as you walked in, a rich mahogany bar on the left, and a long expanse of thick red carpeting before Brock’s desk. He was standing there, and at the first sight of him all my plans of kicking his sorry ass through the window evaporated. I’d need to try something different. Brock was a huge black man, at least 6′7″, and he probably weighed about 250 pounds. He was in his late twenties, there was an athletic grace to his movement he rose from behind his big desk and sauntered over to us. No way I’d last two seconds in a fight with him. He shook my hand: “Tammy’s told me all about you.” He looked down, and gave enough of a squeeze in his grip to make me grimace. Somehow he knew what I were there for. I couldn’t talk, couldn’t get the words out of my throat. He looked at me, with the light of a smirk in his eyes. “What’s on your mind?” he said with a bit of a challenge. There was something disorientating about him. In addition to his physical bulk, there was an air of settled power and prosperity about him. His was dressed in a custom tailored pinstripe suit, a silk tie that probably itself cost my weeks wages. He had lots of expensive jewelry: A solid gold watch, several large rings, and his right ear had a 3 or 4 carat diamond stud. He exuded power and confidence. Guessing how he made it here, I had an image of him beating some drug dealer to death in a dark alley, winning his first piece of turf on his climb to the top. But there was another image that fit also, because I had to admit the man had an air of smartness, a winning combination of ballsy wits and a cat-like alertness. He could have made it here with his brains too, dealing on the trading floor of an exchange. I had to say something. Both he and Tammy were staring at me. I started to look at Tammy, but I couldn’t meet those soft green eyes that stared back. I knew she remembered how big and tough I sounded last night, how I ran my mouth about what I would do to Brock. I realized she looked at me the same way last night and I realized she didn’t give me even a hint of what Brock was like. I didn’t like the feel of that in me; She knew what I was getting myself into, and she let it happen. “Well, Tammy, guess I’ll just get back to work while your MAN here gets himself together” He gave Tammy a quick wink he turned and started back to his desk. As he sat down he laughed: “Guess a cat got his tongue!” He leaned back in his leather chair and studied me. Sizing me up with a cool hard stare. I couldn’t hold his gaze, I had to look past him at the boats in the harbor behind him. The ball was in my court, and I felt helpless. He pressed a button and said, “Bring in some refreshments for my guests, please.” Still leaning back, the silence held the charge in the air. “Tammy tells me you kids are trying to have a child.” He was starting, he knew he had an opening and would work on the wound. “Kids,” even though he was ten years younger than us. I had the sick sense of where he was going. “But its been months now, and I don’t see any change in her lovely figure.” “But then again, it might take …. many years…” He was grinning from ear to ear, flashing his big white teeth, “…Considering what you have to work with!” He eased back in his chair, letting fly with a a big, booming laugh. Finnally, I forced some words out, “y-y-y-y-you know, y-y-y-you c-c-c-an’t harass w-w-women that work for you!” I was gulping for air as I fought to get the words out. “Lighten up, man.” He was so cool, calm, “You know, I can do whatever I want. The law says I can’t ‘harass’, well, let me tell you, the law applies only to chumps like you.” There was a flash in his eyes. “Fact is, I can pick up this phone and be talking to the Governor in about two minutes. Think you gonna tell me about the law?” He started back in: “What was that word, ‘harass’. Well that means unwelcome, but let me tell you chump, your woman has needs, she be givin off all kinds of signals, hints like, you know what I mean?” He fell into an insolent, easy jive, I could feel the blood rise in my cheeks as I watched his smile start again – “But no you wouldn’t know, sorry-ass wuss like you get no signals no time, ha, ha, ha” The door opened, and one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen walked in. She walked like she was on a runway, with a smooth rocking motion to show the form of her leg and the lift of her high heels. She was carrying a tray of drinks, and when she turned to set them on the low credenza, she bent low, and I saw even more of her smooth, sexy legs. My eyes were locked on her, there was a certain charge in the air, and even though I was sick with fear I felt desire stir, knowing that the feel of her against my body would comfort me. But she was his, I knew it. I watched her leave the same way she came in. When I looked back at Brock, he was staring at me. I knew he never even glanced at her the whole time, even though the show was for him. He didn’t need to, because his dick new every sweet fold and crevice of her body. He was staring hard at me. A line had been crossed. “Its a great country isn’t it!” He was toying with me know, enjoying the upper hand, the way a cat plays with a cornered mouse. “Guy can really make somethin of hisself here, all you need is a pair of big balls, but then again, guess you wouldn’t know” He rose and walked over to us, and stood over me. I was sitting low in the sofa, he seemed like a giant glowering down at me. “C’mon, get up. What you waitin for, boy. Your lady, here, she be thinkin you don’t care about her. C’mon, make me stop hittin on her!!” Tammy was watching me, watching with the same stare she had ever since we entered the office. All last night she was quiet, let me build myself up, talk big, even though she knew what I was getting myself into. A word from her would have made me hesitate, but no, she let me go, let me talk myself into it. And then I knew what that look was. She was laying low, waiting, ready for the winner. “Lily ass punk, I’m gonna kick you outta my office.” He reached down with his big hands and pulled me up off the couch by the collar. My heart was beating like a rabbit, I was fighting for breath. My feet were lifted off the floor, and he must have done this with one hand, because the other hand was drawn back in a fist. I could see the flash of his gold rings on thick wide knuckles. I couldn’t look away because the rings had sharp points, jagged razor like edges, made to tear up the face of a victim. I felt like I would throw up, and I began to feel dizzy with the stress and fear. Tammy went up to him, put her hands on his big shoulders, and said, “Please don’t hurt him.” That’s what I was reduced to. He threw me down on the couch like a sack of shit. My pants were wet. Tammy looked at the wet spot in my pants and I saw a look of disgust, of revulsion, on her face. With a look like, that, I knew she was gone forever. Brock looked at Tammy, pointed down at me and said, “Thinks he’s gonna tell me what I can’t do.” He walked over to her, and said softly, “Why you wasting your time with this loser?” She had no answer. “You need a man to take care of you, protect you, not the other way around”. He walked slowly, easily over to his desk, completely unconcerned that he was turning his back on me. He opened a desk drawer, and took out a long dark box, and then came up to her and said, “Here. This is for you”. As she opened it, he was standing behind her, caressing her shoulders. I could see that his big hands had long, sensual fingers. She opened the box, and her mouth opened in a small “Oh”, and as she saw his gift. I could see the jewels in the necklace and a look of joy in her bright eyes. He drew it from her hand, and then, slowly, moved behind her, and with smooth, languorous, almost reverent movements draw it tight around her neck. “A fine lady needs to wear fine jewels.” It didn’t matter that he probably had a drawer full of these things, ready to charm whatever piece of ass that walked into his office. What mattered was that it probably cost two years of my pay, and she never had anything so nice before, something to show her friends, a symbol of a mans devotion. As he closed it around her, he kissed her on the neck. She wasn’t drawing away, just looking off into some distant, inner landscape. He kept planting small kisses all along he sides of her neck. When he put his lips into her ear, and started whispering to her, she rested her head back against his shoulder. She broke into a bright smile as she heard his whispers. One of her hands was absently feeling the necklace on her neck, and she reached back with the other hand and caressed the side of his face. The bitch! It was like I wasn’t there anymore. He was moving on her like an expert, kissing her neck, and as he moved from her neck up her ear her head drew back in pleasure. He reached into her dress and started squeezing her breasts. Biting softly on her ears, whispering. I could make out a few phrases: “…make you feel real good…”, “…deep inside…”, and, as he slid his hands down towards her crotch, “…feel that fine, soft pussy…” When his hands got there, she closed her eyes, and she bit her lower lip. “…want a real man to give you a baby..,” her chest heaved. She turned toward him and put both arms over his big shoulders. She stood high on her toes. She was whispering back to him now, and while she nuzzled her face against his cheek he was pawing her ass. She drew back and started to undo his tie. She turned and looked me straight in the eye. So bold, so hot she was. The smirk was gone, here was a woman who found what she needed. For months I was trying to get her like this, trying to break through her reserve, and even though her creamy pussy didn’t want me the sight of her like this got me hot. His silk tie made a whistling sound as she pulled it off. When she undid all the buttons of his shirt, and spread it open it to expose his torso, I could see the excitement in her face. His body was spectacular, all lean, tight muscle, chiseled like polished black granite. He took her hand and pushed it down in his pants, and I could see the interest on her face as she felt his big tool. I could see her hand moving inside his pants. I was shut down now, in shock from a sort of overload. A part of me was trying to estimate how big his prick was, by inspecting the range of motion of her hands. She reached her other hand down, and opened his belt, and then got down on her knees to pull his pants down. The man had reason to be proud. It wasn’t even fully erect yet, but it was already much larger than any other dick I’ve seen. And very wide. My wife was kneeling now, just a foot or so from it, and I wondered how much of it she could take. “Suck my cock, baby!”, and slowly, slowly she brought her lips closer to it. When she finally touched it, and started to draw the length of it inside her mouth, I felt an electric surge move through my body. The push of that big, black Johnson into her mouth was hot stuff. My cock surged against my wet pants, as I saw her lips stretching, watching her resist the impulse to gag as she took as much as she could in her throat. She never did this for me. For months I was bringing her along slowly, respectfully, being careful not to sully her with my carnal needs. I knew now that I was a fool – what she really wanted was a man to take her without asking. She was going down eagerly, working like a coke whore on the biggest, meanest guy I had ever seen. He was getting the treatment, the silky lip, soft tongue, careful slow suck that is the wet dream of every man. Every few minutes she would slide him out of her mouth, and then lower her face so she could tickle first one ball, then the other, with her long, wet tongue. When she would do this I would hear him murmur, “You are one fine bitch”. Then she would slide him back into her mouth, and then stare directly at me. My cock was burning. Once he draw her up, and then whispered something in her ear. I saw her nod, and he walked back over to me. “Get yo ass up off my couch!” I got up sheepishly; Tammy took her skirt and panties off, laid back on the couch, lifting her legs high and wide, exposing her hairy cunt to us. But no, it wasn’t to us, it was to him. He undressed, slowly, savoring his conquest, enjoying the opportunity for some more insults. “Here, hold these,” handing me his pants and shirt. I just stood there, unable to move, but not really wanting to anymore either. I wanted to watch it happen, I wanted to see him do Tammy. My excitement showed, Brock noticed my hard cock inside my wet pants. “Tammy, get a load of that little thing there, all ready for action!” They both laughed, and as I stood there, holding his clothes, he climbed on top of her. I could see her face beneath his hard back and shoulders. She was all red, her lips were flushed with passion, and she stared up at him as she reached for his big thing and positioned it at her gates. He pushed the tip in, and he said, “C’mon girl, put your legs up over my shoulders.” From my position I could see his ball sacs and the long fat prick hanging down into her. The air was electric. He started pushing in, and her face jumped, I could almost feel the sharp pain, “No, Brock, you’re hurting me!!!” “Guess you ain’t used to real meat, bitch!. Man, you tight like a teenybopper, ain’t really been done yet!” he wasn’t stopping, he continued to drive in, slowly, even though she was crying out in pain. It seemed like he was being deliberately slow, enjoying the feel of breaking her wide open. It seemed like an eternity, watching the length of his Johnson plunge into her, spreading her out underneath him, settling his body full on her wide open ass. Finally, he was all the way in, and he stopped a moment and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead. “There now, it only hurt cause you ain’t used to me, but you be OK, you’re mine now” She just looked over at me, glassy eyed. He held her tight by her shoulders, she was pinned under him as he started pumping. She was helpless, but it really didn’t matter, because I could see she was over the edge, that sweet spot where the pain turns into surrender. “Oh, Brock!” Now she was digging it, enjoying the stab of his love tool deep down inside. Her mouth was pressed against his hard shoulder, she was giving him little love bites. “Oh, God, that feels good! Fuck, that big cock feels good!!” “Man, Tammy, you be one sweet cunt! So nice and tight!” Oh, I loved the sight of her, watching the way she gasped with every thrust, watching her be carried to the edge, hissing her pleasure like a wild animal. She was looking up at him, and I could see her cheeks were wet. They were tears of pleasure. Brock stopped for a moment, Just when she was ready, just at that moment when he knew she was right there, almost ready to explode inside, he stopped thrusting and looked at her. He knew just what to do, how to use this moment, this ache he aroused in her. He looked into her crying eyes, and brought his face down within an inch of her, and gave her the sweetest, gentle little kiss on her lips, and whispered, “You like this, baby?” “Y-y-y-yes,”, softly, like a prayer. And he answered with a soft wet kiss. “You’ll be my girl from now on?” “Y-y-y-yes,” loving what she heard. “You be my bitch?” “Y-y-yes, I do, I want that” I thought I’d burst from passion, I felt like I was witness to some dark, sinful intimacy. I loved it too, feeling a vicarious pleasure at the treatment the man was getting from her, watching the smooth way he played her. I started to rub myself as I listened, forgetting the humiliation, caught up in the sparks that flew between them. “I like my bitches be always there, case my dick get hard, need some sweet lovin, some o dat there sugar you got inside” “Oh, Jesus, I want to be the one you come to, oh, Christ, Brock, I love feeling your big dick inside me!!” He was hearing what he wanted, and he started moving again, slowly pulling and pushing that big thing inside her. “Gonna shoot you full of my baby juice, your belly be full of me!” “Ohhhhh, Brock, I want you baby, oh you mean stud, pump it deep inside, I want your baby!!” She was coming, I saw a big smile of satisfaction on his face as she said let loose. I came at the same time she did, loving the sight of the big man in action. That was a long time ago. He still comes over our house at least once a week. My job is to keep his son quiet, because Brock gets pissed off if his cries disturb his lovemaking, and all I have to do is feel my dentures with my tongue to remind me of what he’s like when he gets upset. When he calls and says he’s coming I help Tammy get ready for him. I brush her hair, and help her put on the jewelry he’s bought for her. I now give expert pedicures. I make sure dinner is almost ready when he arrives, the table is set, and the crystal is polished. When he arrives, I meet him at the door, wearing an apron. When I bring them their drinks in the living room, she’s already laying in his big arms. My abuse is now part of their foreplay, he loves to tease me and she loves to watch. Its a long drawn out scene, he starts slowly, talking about how silly I look, and criticizing the way I keep “his” house. He’ll ask Tammy if I’ve made any moves on her since he was there last. And even though I wouldn’t dare, she always lies, she turns to him and whispers in his ear about some indiscretion I’ve committed. Whispers while she’s looking right at me, and I see a little smug smile on her face. Brock will smile too, almost laugh, he knows its a lie, but its his cue to get ph ysical. He gets up ad grabs me, holding me with one hand while he bitch-slaps me with the other. He’ll slap me till I cry, Tammy laying there all happy inside, her juices flowing at the sight of her manin action. All night long I sit with his son, hovering nearby in case he wakes. But sometimes, when he’s in a deep sleep, I slip away, and walk towards “our” bedroom. I wait outside and listen carefully, and some sick instinct in me makes me stroke myself as I listen to them. I can hear her deep breathing, and I imagine the scene in my mind, the bulk of him on top of her, the shudder of pleasure in her face as the big man drives into her. She’s not religious at all anymore, it seems all she wants that big dick pushing into her, stretching the soft skin on her insides, filling her with his precious seed. I love the mornings best of all. When I wheel their breakfast in, more often than not they’re still at it. As I push the bedroom door open I can see her red nails on his big black ass, urging him deeper into her. Her hand urge him in, even through she screams like she’s in pain. “Oh Christ, Brock no!” He loves that, loves to feel like his woman can’t take him. I know their games, I’ve heard every shout and gasp of their lovemaking, and I’m rock hard as I listen and pour their coffee.

They hide a larger than normal clit which when aroused swells up to be the size of a large cherry. She loves having it sucked like a small cock. Today she was wearing a halter top and shorts. She looked gorgeous in them. Beth said she noticed that Jim was over. She saw him through the window over the sink. I said I had invited him over for a cold drink and a break from all that yard work. I said to Beth “Why don’t you say hi to Jim and take a break yourself?” She said it was a great idea and headed out to the patio. I could hear them exchanging pleasantries as I grabbed a can of frozen tea from the freezer. I headed to the sink with the jug and frozen ice tea in hand. As I reached for the tap, I looked out onto the patio. Jim had just fallen back onto the recliner he was on. He had his head back with his eyes closed and was saying how great it was to relax in the sun. Jim had one of those half type T-shirts on with spandex type shorts. Each of his feet were on the ground on either side of the foot rest of the lounge chair. Beth was sitting across from him. She seemed to sit up suddenly and lean forward studying something over on Jim’s lounge chair. I took a look over at Jim and realized she was looking at his crotch!! I couldn’t believe it. This wasn’t like the Beth that I knew and loved. Her attention was fixed on a very large bulge in those spandex shorts. You could actually see his cock covered by the spandex resting on his right thigh. It reached down half way to his knee. I’d say it was at least 8 inches soft, but most incredible was the thickness of it! In addition the bulge where his balls were matched the dick on his thigh. She started to lean even closer when Jim opened his eyes. Beth averted her eyes and quickly sat back in her chair. Not quick enough! I noticed a slight smile on Jim’s face as they continued their conversation. I got all the drinks onto a tray and headed out to the patio. We sat around and talked about gardening, the neighborhood and other inane stuff for a half an hour or so. Finally Jim said he had to get back to it. As he got up to go, Beth said “Why don’t you come on back for supper? we’re just barbecuing steak and we’d love the company.” Jim said that would be great! We settled on a time and Jim headed back to his yard. I didn’t say anything to Beth about catching her devouring Jim’s bulge with her eyes. I thought the evening might be interesting and I didn’t want Beth to suspect that there might be some one peeking through our sun filmed windows. It appears they’re great for this kind of thing. From outside, all you can see is a dark window. From inside you can see everything. I suspected they might come in handy later on tonight. Later on about 7:30PM Jim showed up at the back door. I let him in and opened a bottle of wine. We all shared a glass as Beth put the finishing touches on a salad. We headed out to the patio and fired up the barbecue. The evening went fast. Jim was great company. Funny and full of interesting stories. We all enjoyed the meal and the cooling evening as time flew by. By 11PM we’d all had our share of wine and were feeling no pain. I suggested heading for the hot tub. Beth went inside to change into her suit. Jim and I headed over to the hot tub. It was situated at the far side of the patio under the dining room window. We’d had it enclosed on 3 sides with a privacy fence for the husband/wife late even dips. Jim said he was sorry, but he didn’t have a suit. I suggested bare butt…I told him we’d be in the tub before Beth got back, so unless he stood up, no one would see anything. He said as long as I joined him (for moral support) he was fine with it. We shucked off our clothes and slid into the tub. As we stepped in, I couldn’t help notice Jim’s dick. He was uncircumcised. His dick really was about 8″ long soft and incredible thick. It was obviously heavy as it swung to and fro as he walked. I turned on the jets and the water foamed up. We sat back and began to relax. I offered Jim another glass of wine. As we waited for Beth, we just mellowed out as the warmth of the water washed over us. About 10 minutes later, Beth appeared. She walked towards us in her black one piece suit. Jim whistled under his breath. he turned to me and said he was sorry, but he just couldn’t help himself as Beth was an incredibly lovely woman. He said I was a lucky man. As Beth came towards us, I couldn’t help agree with him. Her every curve was accented by her suit. Every thing from her long legs to her beautiful full breast were perfect. I also noticed her mound was prominently visible through her suit. You could actually see the material formed around her pussy lips. Yes, she was beautiful and desirous. Beth slide into the tub and asked what we’d been up to. I told her Jim didn’t have a suit so we were skinny dipping. She laughed and said she better keep her hands above the water. We all sat back and enjoyed some more wine and good conversation. After a bit I was beginning to feeling a bit light headed from the combination of the heat from the tub and the wine. I told Beth and Jim that I was going to grab a break and get a cold drink. I got out of the tub, grabbed a towel and headed into the kitchen. As I left I noticed that Beth hardly glanced at me, even though I was nude. Once in the kitchen I headed into the dining room. The window here looked out directly into the hot tub. It was only about 4 feet to the edge of the tub. Beth kept the window cracked open for fresh air, so not only could I see everything, but I could also hear everything out in the tub area. Beth and Jim were at right angles to me. Beth was to my left and Jim was to the right facing each other. Beth was telling Jim that she was impressed at how well he kept himself in shape. Jim told her she should see “everything”, then she’d be really impressed. Beth giggled and said it was too bad I was coming back, or she’d take him up on his offer to see the whole package. Now I was intrigued! I’d never seen Beth so fascinated with another guy. I wondered how far she’d go if she felt safe from discovery. I resolved to find out. I went to the kitchen door and called out to Beth that I wasn’t feeling good and was going to lay down for a while. Beth said she’d be right in. I told her not to be silly. I would be fine and that they should continue to enjoy the evening. Jim called out and wished me well as soon as possible. I went back to the window. Jim was saying how it was too bad I wasn’t feeling good, but now Beth had her chance to see the whole package. All she had to do was ask. Beth blushed and seemed to hesitate for a second. She took a quick glance towards the kitchen door. She seemed to make up her mind and told Jim he’d have to put his money where his mouth was. She said ” O.K. big boy, lets see it all.” Now it was Jim’s turn to hesitate. He said he would but if he stood up he wanted to see Beth’s beautiful breasts. Beth told him maybe … if the view was worth it she might consider it. Jim slowly began to rise out of the tub. Water cascaded off of his chest as he rose up. He stopped as the water line just began to expose the top of the hair below his belly button. Beth had a exquisite view of his chest and wash board tight abdomen. Beth was captivated and couldn’t take her eyes off of Jim. Jim seemed to know just how long to keep the suspense going. He started to rise again and now his cock began to come into view and it just kept coming and coming! He sat back on the edge of the hot tub. Everything was exposed to Beth from his knees up. Jim’s cock was unbelievable. It gently swayed back and forth as he moved, yet was totally soft. Even so, it was at least 8 inches long, but even more impressive was it’s thickness! It had to be as thick around as a large sausage. His knob was just peeking out from his foreskin. His balls were every bit in scale with his cock. A big sack which now sagged due to the heat from the hot tub. His two large testicles were very visible through his bag. they looked like they were at least the size of large eggs. Altogether his sack looked like it was as large as a small grapefruit. Jim said “well.. is it worth it?” Beth didn’t say anything. She just reached up and pulled the straps of her suit off of her shoulders. She pulled her suit down and off in one motion and there it was, floating on the top of the water. She was still sitting. The water level was just under her nipples. Her breasts seem to take on a life of their own as the water swirled around them. They seemed to float free on the top of the water. Now it was Jim’s turn to stare. He told her she was incredibly beautiful. Beth thanked him and asked if she could touch it. Jim, of course said he would love that. Beth pushed herself forward without rising out of the water so she was between Jim’s legs. She was now inches away from Jim’s mighty monster. Beth reached out and under Jim’s cock. She cupped it in the palm of her hand lifting it slightly as she seemed to consider it’s weight. It began to grow as soon as she touched it. The knob began to stretch out from his foreskin. Beth seemed to be fascinated, probably because she’d never seen or felt an uncircumcised cock before. Beth tried to wrap her had around Jim’s shaft. There was no way she could get her fingers to meet, but that didn’t stop her as she began to pump the skin on Jim’s shaft. His cock was fully hard now. It had grown no more than 1 or 2 inches longer, but it had swollen in thickness much more than it was when soft. It had to have a diameter of at least 9 inches. Beth was pulling his foreskin over his knob then pulling it as far back on his shaft as she could as she pumped him. Jim had his head back and was groaning. She was using her left hand to manipulate his balls as she pumped him. She was able to fit only one nut in her hand at a time, so she was moving her hand back and forth between them. Jim asked her to suck it. She bent forward and began to lick his knob. She now used her left hand on his shaft as well. The head of his cock disappeared into her mouth as she used both hands on his shaft. His arms that he was using to support himself on the patio edge were beginning to quiver. I suspected he was getting close to coming. Beth sensed it as well. She pulled her mouth off of him and began to fist his cock with both hands as though she was holding a base ball bat. His cock began to jerk and then sperm began to shoot out of the tip. It squirted out over Beth’s shoulder and fell in an arch into the water behind her. Jet after jet shot out of his cock until finally it was just a dribble at the end of his dick. All the while Beth continued to pump the massive shaft. Finally she bent down and sucked his knob back into her mouth removing the last drops from the end of his dick. She swirled her tongue under his foreskin as she pushed it up against her mouth. It finally began to soften, so she let it fall out of her mouth, but she continued to pump it with her hand. She seemed to enjoy the feel of the sliding skin even while it was soft. Finally Jim seemed to have enough. He reached down and pulled her up onto his chest. He bent down and they shared their first kiss. Beth pushed her breasts against him as the kiss went on for what seemed like minutes. As they kissed Beth continued to fondle his cock and balls. He had cupped her right breast in his hand and was pulling on the nipple on that breast. She was moaning as their tongues intertwined in their continuing kiss. Finally they broke apart. I could see Jim’s cock and it was hard again. Beth looked down at it and told Jim she wanted it inside her right now. They stepped out of the tub and moved to our double wide louge. Beth laid down on it and spread her legs. She then pulled her legs up and held them against her breasts by wrapping her arms behind her thighs. This forced her pussy upwards and exposed it totally to Jim’s gaze. Jim bent down and licked it from her pussy hole up to her clit. She moaned and shuttered as his tongue crossed over her clit. He continued licking up and down her slit until her was satisfied that her cunny was good and wet. He then moved up onto her and lowered himself down on to her. He took his cock in his hand and began to rub it up and down her pussy lips. She told him to stick it in, but go gentle because she had never had a cock as thick as his. He brought his cock head to her entrance and began to push. I was looking on from the foot end of the lounge so I could see Jim’s balls hanging down and the end of his cock at her pussy hole. His knob began to stretch open her pussy. Beth was groaning and pushing her hips forward. Jim finally had his knob lodged in her hole, but it wouldn’t entirely slip in. The ridge of his knob was flared out and he couldn’t seem to get that past her gripping pussy. He backed out and began to slowly move it in and out slicking up his knob with her juices. Finally after getting it as wet as he could he gave it a good push. The knob popped pass her entrance. Beth was grunting now as Jim feed her more of his thick shaft. He now had about two thirds of his cock in her. He stopped and they rested for a minute. Beth was panting and telling Jim it felt wonderful, She said she’d never felt anything so filling. She finally pushed her hips up towards him trying to get more of it in. Jim got the message and began to work his cock in and out. I could actually see the glitter of light off of Beth’s juices as they ran down her ass. Jim was slicking up his shaft with each in and out. With each downward push he shoved a little more into Beth. He gave one big push and was buried in her all the way. I could see his balls squished up against her ass. Beth was moaning continuously now as she threw her head from side to side. Jim pulled his shaft out almost all the way and began a steady pumping in and out of Beth’s pussy. Beth came in a mind shattering orgasm. This was to be the first of many as Jim continued to pump into her. Jim fucked her for more than 15 minutes, speeding up and slowing down as the mood took him. I could see the juices around Beth’s pussy on the out strokes. It was frothy around his shaft and extended out all over her crotch area. Beth was pouring her juice out. All through this pounding, Beth was having multiple orgasms. I could see Jim’s legs and back muscles begin to tense up. His balls pulled up and with one last mighty push he began to fill Beth’s pussy with his load of sperm. They kissed as they rested for about 5 minutes. Eventually Jim moved off of Beth. As he rolled off, his cock plopped out and flopped down against his thigh. It was soft now, although still at least 7 inches log and was covered with their combined juices. I could see cum ouzz out of the tip of his knob. Beth was still spread with her knees up against her breast. Her cunt was splayed open with sperm pouring out of it. Her pussy was red and swollen from her ass to her clit. She slowly lowered her legs and rolled over towards Jim. She fondled his wet sticky cock and balls as she shared kisses with him. The lay together and rested . Jim asked if she had enjoyed it. Beth told him it was incredible! As Beth slide Jim’s foreskin up and down his slick shaft his cock began to once again grow. He was insatiable! I watched as it grew to full thickness and stood up once again from his thigh. Beth looked down at it and wondered aloud how she had taken that inside her. Jim said he wanted her again. Beth began to roll back, but Jim told her to get on her hands and knees. As she got on to her knees I could see everything. All of her entire crotch was wet. Her cunt area was covered with big blobs of cum and I could see more dribbling out of her hole. Jim got behind her and began to once again work his cock into her cunt. It didn’t take long at all this time to bury it to the root. Jim started a long steady stroke as Beth began to cum again. This time the fucking Jim gave her lasted almost 25 minutes before he emptied another big load into her hungry hole. They both just fell onto the lounge as they lay there and panted. Eventually Jim got up and retrieved his clothes. He began to dress as Beth rolled over to watch. His cock swung freely as he pulled up his pants. I could tell that Beth was still fascinated by it. She told Jim that it was wonderful. He agreed and asked if they could do this again. Beth said she couldn’t wait, but they’d have to be careful as she didn’t want to hurt me. Jim said he understood and told Beth that I was a very lucky man. She thanked him and stood up. They kissed and then Beth walked him to the fence between our yards. I could just see them from the far corner of the window. They shared one last kiss and then Jim slipped over the fence. I took this moment to move to our bedroom and get undressed. I slipped under the covers and turned off the lights. I heard Beth locking up and then go into the bathroom down the hall. About 10 minutes later she tip toed into the bedroom as I feint sleep. She slipped into the bed and snuggled up to me. She was still naked and felt warm as she pressed herself against me. Beth slipped her hand down my stomach and grasped my cock, which was hard as steel. I pretended to wake slightly and turn over as I took her into my arms. She asked how I was feeling and I told her much better. I asked how everything went with Jim. She said they had talked and finally he had gone home. Beth asked what I had been dreaming about because I seemed to have a very stiff cock and it was ozooing juice from the tip. I said I was dreaming of her. We began to kiss. I worked my lips down to her breast, sucking the nipples hard on each one. She beganto moan as I worked on them. I threw the blankets off and began to kiss down her body towards her mound. I pushed her legs apart and kissed the outer lips on top of her clit. She tried to push me away, but I got down between her legs and told her I wanted to suck her clit. She relented. I asked her to pull her legs up and hold them apart. She pulled them up to her breasts, just like she had done for Jim. I gently tongued her outer lips where her clit was. She began to moan. I pushed my tongue through the lips and touched it against her clit. Her body jerked as though touched by fire. This was the moment! I spread her lips with my fingers and dipped my tongue into her hole. She shuddered and came. As she did her pussy contracted and pushed big globs of Jim’s cum out onto my tongue. I went crazy and buried my face into her cunt, digging my tongue into every crevice. I licked her from her ass hole up to her clit over and over. As I sucked her inner and outer lips into my mouth she moaned and thrashing from side to side. Finally she pushed me away. I climbed up on her and pushed my cock into her swollen snatch. It was like burying it into a pit of fire. It was so wet and hot and “sloppy”! There wasn’t much pressure from her side walls, but the feeling was still incredible. I pumped in and out of her, feeling and reveling in the difference. With in a few short minutes I emptied my balls into her, where Jim had emptied his loads only a short while ago. I rolled off beside her and as I lay there I ran my fingers down her mound into her wet pussy, feeling her swollen cunt and all the wetness there so that I could remember it through my finger tips. We kissed and I told her I loved her. She snuggled into my arms as we drifted off to sleep.

Carry stopped me. ‘Take off the bra, Michelle.’ I paused, then agreed. I was sooo excited I might have gone out there topless. I took off my shirt and bra, noticed Carry staring at my chest jealously, then put my shirt back on. I only buttoned just more than half of the buttons. I practiced my leans, knowing what move would hide my assets, what moves would create cleavage down past my breasts, and what lean-overs would grant Pete a perfect view of my breasts, nipples and all. I then went to conquer.” She went on. “I don’t think Pete looked at another girl the rest of the night. Then again, he didn’t look at MY face much, either. We played cards with some other people, and slowly the crowd dissipated. Soon we were playing Blackjack, just the two of us. We were playing for fun, but I knew everytime I leaned over the table to pick up the cards, he was having some EXTRA fun. I started losing, badly. He joked about needing someone good to play with. I offered to raise the stakes. He asked how. I said, name his stakes. He smiled, looked directly at my rather uncovered breasts, and said, ‘They’ve been staring at me all night long.’ Then he looked at me. ‘If you lose… I get to feel your breasts. If you don’t accept my stakes, I’ll find someone else to play with.’ I agreed.” I listened to her tell me the story, my swelling cock telling me how I could arrange such a game! Michelle continued. “He dealt me a 10. I said ‘Hit.” He dealt me a 4. I said ‘Hit.” He dealt me a 6. I said ‘Hit.’ He dealt me a queen. I said ‘Feel.’ I ran my fingers down my breasts, ready to open my blouse for him. The someone popped in the room and said, ‘Pete, your wife is on the phone.’ He looked very disappointed! So did I. So DID I! I was gone before I came back.” That’s where the story ended. I had forgotten about it quickly as I fell deeply in love with Michelle. Her breasts were well worth Pete’s attention, and I saw to it they didn’t go neglected. But she was so much more than her tits. She was funny, intelligent, and god, I loved her. I never thought about Pete again, until two days before our wedding night. He had called Michelle, and asked her for sex. He said He was sorry, and that he was now divorced. He wanted to fuck her so bad that night and he couldn’t bear the thought of her getting married without sucking her awesome titties and feeling his cock in her warm wet cunt (his exact words.) Naturally, I was pissed! But Michelle calmed me by saying she told him NO! flat out. Since we were moving after the wedding, I figured we wouldn’t hear from him again. The wedding day came, and I was in heaven. Michelle was absolutely radiant. Her gown was stunning, right down o the little peek of cleavage. The day wizzed by in a blur, the only things I remembered were saying “I do.”, kissing her deeply, and whispering into her ear, “You are my life.” I didn’t notice the faces around us, or the trip in the limo, or the reception dinner. I just thought about Michelle, how much I loved her, and how I was going to make love to her as my WIFE for the first time. I didn’t notice the DJ, didn’t notice the dancing, didn’t notice Michelle leaving our table with an extremely attractive man… Michelle stood in the hallway. “I can’t. I CAN’T! I’m married now!” “God, oh god I want to fuck you!” “Pete, it’s not going to happen!” “I want to rip that dress off of you. All I can see is your naked body in my mind…” “Shh! Quiet! I’m married, damn it! Don’t let people hear you say things like that!” “Fine!” Pete took her by the arm and led her into one of the church’s rooms that was currently unused. He took her by the hands inside, where she leaned against a desk. “I want you Michelle. I know you want me, too. You were flashing me your tits that entire god damned night! You were going to fuck me that night, and you know it!” “That was then Pete! That’s ancient history!” “Say it, say you were going to fuck me!” “Pete!” Pete leaned closer, and moved his hand to her right breast. Michelle flinched, but didn’t move. “Say it” She hesitated. He eyes looked down. “I was going to fuck you.” He pressed against her, twirling his finger over the smooth curve of her dress. “Then fuck me now, let me touch you, taste you, fill you.” “No. It can’t happen. I don’t want it to happen.” “Then why did you send me an invitation?” Michelle turned her head away. She bit her lip. Pete began stroking her hair with his right hand, and caressing her breast with his left. He pressed his right leg in between hers. “You want me, don’t you?” Pete said smiling. “It’s ok. It’s Ok..” he cooed. “You want me…” Michelle turned her head back to face him. Tears were streaming down her eyes. She nodded. “You never forgot me, did you?” She shook her head. “Fuck me.” She nodded. Pete leaned her against the desk, then went to his knees. His hands found their way under the wedding dress, and worked up her legs. Michelle tilted her head back, her eyes till streaming. Pete lifted the dress over her head, and began kissing the garter. He slid his tongue underneath and around it. He clenched it with his teeth, pulling it upward. He moved it up her thigh, pausing to kiss the soft flesh. Michele began to moan softly, she wiped away her tears, and placed her arms on Pete’s shoulders. Pete used his hand to slid the garter the rest of the way. As it reached its apex, he pulled out from her dress. His hand moved over, and began rubbing her cunt. His other free hand pulled the dress up. Michele leaned back onto the desk, her dress now above her waist. Her panties were now visible, as was Pete’s hand pressing into the indentation of her cunt. The panties were simply a piece of white, shimmering silk connected by thin silky strands that tied at her hips. “Uhhhh.” Michele moaned as his fingers pressed her clit through the silk. “UHHH!” he pressed harder. He then reached behind her, seeking the zipper of her dress. Michelle leaned forward, pressing her breasts into him. She sought a kiss, but his head went past her. She sucked on his ear instead. Pete found the zipper, and pulled it down. Michelle pulled back, and wiggled her arms from the sleeves as Pete pulled the fabric down. Here breasts bared themselves in one glorious movement. Her dress was now completely around her waist, her tits still jiggling from the motion, her cunt-soaked panties and length of her legs still visible. Pete took what her could of her breasts into his hands. They seemed even larger in the nude. He watched the shape change as he kneaded them. He massaged them, caressed them, and sucked them as Michele’s eyes still wept. Her cries were mixed with moans. Pete pinched and nibbled her erect nipples as he slightly humped her. “Do it. Do it!” She breathed. “You want me to fuck you?” “Yes, just do it!” Pete stepped back, and dropped his pants. As preparation, he wore no underwear. “Oh God!” Michelle noticed his roughly 9 inch cock. Pete pressed his cock against her panties, against the indentation of her cunt. “Do it!” She cried again. Her tears were stronger now. Pete smiled. “No. Undo your panties.” “What? No. Just do it!” she wailed. Somehow, if HE fucked her, it wouldn’t be as bad. “Undo your panties.” She hesitated, and again bit her lip. Pete pressed his cock harder. Michele flat out started balling. The tears poured down her face as she debated the situation. Once last chance to stop. One last chance to honor her husband and their marriage. One last chance to fuck Pete. She wept as her hands went to her waist, and untied the straps. She lifted the silk from her cunt, and let it drop to the floor. Pete pressed his cock against her bare opening. “Do it!” She cried. Pete took her hand, and placed it on his penis. “You do it.” “Oh God!” She closed her eyes. The tears still crept out as Pete grinned broadly. She couldn’t fight. No more resistence could enter her mind. She moved her hand to the base of his cock, and at once tugged it down and moved her hips upward. “Ohh yeah!” Pete breathed. “Again” Michelle repeated the procedure. “Ohhh!” replaced her cry. Pete took over, and began pounding her cunt ferociously. They moaned loudly together as he , still dressed in his tux minus the pants, rammed his cock into her still wedding-clothed body. Her breasts bounced with each thrust. He held her at the waist, and drove his penis into her with force and speed. The door opened. Both of them looked towards the opening. A little boy stood in the doorway. “Oh No! Oh no! Stop! Stop Pete!” “No way!” Pete’s body continued to pulse into her. “I’m fucking you. I’m FUCKING you!” His penis continued to slide in and out of her, glistening with her juice. Michelle continued to moan, and couldn’t bring herself to stop either. She should have wondered who the boy was. Would he tell? But all she could think of was Pete’s cock in her cunt, filling and satisfying her. She knew she was going to fuck him. She had always wished she had stayed that night. He was SO hot! Whether he had a wife or not, she had to fuck him. Whether she was a wife or not, she had to fuck him. As his body flinched and his penis released its semen, she knew she had. They humped a little more. The boy was still watching. She pulled Pete close, trying to kiss him. But he moved his mouth to her left nipple. She wanted an orgasm. She fucked him, and now had his cum dripping from her cunt. She deserved an orgasm! Pete stepped back. “I think I here them paging you!” “Oh shit!” Michelle sat up, hurredly pulling her dress down. “Zip me up!” Pete zipped her up, and she quickly ran out of the room. I watched my bride come from the hallway. She seemed hurried, but I wondered little of where she was. It was time for the garter toss. I smiled as I planned to sneak that thing up to her crotch. She let me pick out the wedding night panties. I wanted a preview! Michelle seemed dazed as the DJ pulled out a chair and sat her in it. The music started, and she seemed really nervous! She must have thought I would really embarrass her! “Let’s not do this now!” She whispered to me as I kissed her. “It will be ok.” I said, and went to the floor. I lifted up her dress, enough to show on camera, but not to reveal too much. Wait… where’s the garter? I had hiked the dress up quite aways. No garter. I looked towards Michelle, but the dress blocked my view of her face. I lowered it some, realizing she must have it ‘too high’ for the world to see. The light was dim, but I could clearly see her thigh under the fabric. I moved my head up. No garter… No panties. Confusion set in. Then horror. There, dripping from her precious, beautiful, tight, wonderful cunt… was cum. Cum. It could only be cum… it could only be sperm. I pulled my head instantly out of her dress and looked at her. She was crying. “Where’s the garter?’ someone yelled. I looked around in a panic. I saw a little boy hold up the garter. “Here it is! There was a man on her and they were naked.” A hush fell over the guests. The boy held out his other hand. “Do you need these, too?” Her panties. I could see how wet they were from here. Gasps and whispers rose from the crowd. Michelle buried her face in her hands, sobbing. I stood up, looked at no one, and walked to the guest book. No one said a word as I flipped through the pages. No one said a word as I left the church. If there is one image burnt in my memory besides my wife’s cum-dripping pussy, it is the last page I saw that night. The page that bore the name Pete.

 First times can be so difficult sometimes. “I think this dress will be fine, don’t you”, Julie asks as she pulls a perfectly fitting beautiful dress over her head and zips its back. Its scoop neck shows her cleavage to perfect advantage as well as acentuating her tight ass. I am entranced with the beauty standing before me. My desire for her begins to throb in my groin as I think about what the evening may well bring. Naturally I thought it was perfect and told her how lovely she looked. With that, we walked out to the car to drive to a nearby restraurant. As Brad and I hold the chair for Julie, I take full advantage of my position and gaze admiringly into the top of her dress. Turning to Brad, I remark that helping a lady take her seat certainly has its advantages. “It certainly does”, is the smiling reply. “OK you two, have a seat. You will get to see all you want later.” “Never all I want, Julie,” I laughed. All through the meal we talk, becoming more at ease with one another, as our comments turn to more suggestive topics. The poor waitress doesn’t quite know how to handle some of the con versation she manages to overhear as we talk about various swing ing experiences. She brings the change back from paying the bill, when Julie asks, “Are you guys ready? I am.” Brad asks in return, “Ready for what, Julie.” “Ready to take anything and everything you two guys can give me.” The poor waitress blushes crimson and hurridly leaves while we get up from our seats. We head for the door arm in arm with Julie in the middle receiving our mutual embraces. The trip back to the motel goes a lot more quickly than the one to the restraurant had been. Being a little crowded in the front seat is certainly no problem. Julie uses this to her advantage by running her hands over our thighs, occasionally brushing the bulges that had formed in Brad’s and my pants. Parking the care, we hurridly entered the room. “I’m taking my shoes off and getting a little more comfortable,” Julie says with a little smile. “I’m going to get some ice, you guys. Be back in a little bit”, Brad says as he picks up the ice bucket and heads for the door. “Alone at last,” I grin as I gently pull Julie to me. My lips touch her forehead, then the tip of her nose and finally her lips. Her mouth open to accept my tongue and gradually our kiss in- creases in intensity, until our tongues are taking turns search ing each other’s mouths. Our arms entwine each other with one of my hands squeezing a firm asscheek as I pull her closer to me. Breaking our kiss, I begin nibbling her earlobes and neck, only to hungrily return to her lips. Our bodies begin rocking against each other as I shift positions slightly to allow my rising cock to press against her thigh. Julie presses against my dick with a little moan and pull her body even closer into mine. My hand moves to the soft mound of her breast and gently squeezes it. It is like the pressure of that squeeze is transmitted to my dick, making it throb harder in the confines of my pants. Julie begins to moan softly as I knead her tit and search for the hardened nipple through her dress and bra. “Well, well, what is going on here. I leave for a few minutes and return to find my wife in the arms of another man who is kissing her and playing with her tits,” Brad says as he enters the room. Julie just continues to kiss me and rub her thigh against my hard dick with out saying a word. I just mumble, “UMM HMM” with my lips never leaving those of such a beautiful woman. Finally, Julie pulls away a little, looks at Brad and remarks, “You really are upset, judging from the bulge your dick is making.” Brad moves around behind his wife and begins rubbing his dick against her ass while reaching between our bodies to reach her other breast. Julie reaches behind her with one hand and in front with the other to take our cocks in her hands. Breaking our kiss, she turns to kiss her husband. “Unzip her dress, Brad. Let’s get it off her.” No sooner was the zipper down, than we pull the dress over her head. I take great delight in guiding it past her tits, while Brad does most of the work. Oh the sight of those beautiful tits encased their lacy cups. Her nipples are pushing hard against the bra cup, begging to be set free. I reach behind her to unhook her bra and Brad pushes it off her shoulders. The cool air of the room made her nipples harden even more. Brad reaches around to cup them from their base while I began nibbling the soft mounds of flesh. “Your turn boys. I want to get your clothes off and so I can return the favors better,” Julie murmurs against my lips. Brad and I step away from her, and hurridly begin to undress. Julie alternates between the two of us, helping to remove shirts and pants. Finally, we are down to our shorts which scarcely conceal our erections. Julie moves to me, presses her bare tits against my chest and slowly pulls my shorts over my dick. It springs free only to be captured in her hand. She reaches behind me to pull her husband’s shorts down as well. Brad moves forward and rests his hard cock in the crevice of her ass and begins slowly humping while playing with her tits. I bend forward and push my mouth past Brad’s hands and suck first one then the other hard nipple between my lips. Suckling on these beautiful tits is so wonderful. I can feel their heat radiating against my face as I began rubbing my cheek against the mounds of hot flesh. It making me want to slip my dick in her slit that is waiting for attention, for neither of us has yet to touch her there. I slowly move my hands down her body to the swell of her hips. My finger tips find the waistband of her panties and slip under it. Downward and in front my fingers inch to the beginning of her furry mound. I slip my finger lightly along the edge of her pussy, feeling its heat and dampness. She arches her hips forward to meet my searching fingers. Little sounds of passion escape from her throat. Brad is continuing to play with her tits, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers while nibbling along her neck. I can see his ass still humping his dick against her crevice and know we need to get this beautiful woman to the kingsize bed that awaits us. I pull Sherri’s panties over her hips and down her smooth legs and help her step out of them. Not being able to resist the temptation before me, I begin kissing her inner thighs and the bulge of her pubic mound. The aroma arising from her slit is intoxicating. I can hardly keep from pulling her to the floor and burying my face between her legs. I want to taste her juices so badly. Rising, Bart and I guide Sherri to the bed and lay her down with her legs hanging over the edge. I guide her legs apart and let my eyes take in the beauty of the sight before me. The lips of her pussy are swollen with excitement and glisten with her fluids. The tip of her hardened clit beckons my tongue and I slowly inch forward. I run my finger lightly over her belly toward her crotch while licking and kissing my way up her body. Glancing up I can see Bart rubbing his dick across his wife’s face, pausing at her parted lips. Her tongue darts forward to lick his cockhead until he finally guids it into her waiting mouth. Her hands go to cup his balls and he slowly begins to fuck her mouth. Her heat and aroma beckons me still and I move to the object of my desire, the center of her womanhood. My tongue lightly touch- es the swollen nubbin of her clit and I kiss it. I feel a hand on the back of my head and realize it is Sherri’s, urging me on. I run my tongue along the swollen lips enclosing her slit. Deeper my tongue probes, taking in more and more of her delicious juices, until I feel the opening into her body. Opening my mouth wider, I cover her hole and probe as deeply as I can. I use my nose to rub her clit as I now begin to fuck her delightful pussy with my tongue. Her ass lifts a little as she all but involunta- rily seeks to push her cunt tighter against my mouth and tongue. Judging from the sounds I am hearing, she still in enjoying having her husband fuck her mouth. Harder she pushes her cunt against my mouth. Harder I suck and flick my tongue against her clit. I can feel her orgasm building in her and know it is only moments before she will achieve the release she seeks. I want to give her what she seeks, yet want to keep her just at the edge. The intensity builds and builds until it spills over and Sherri begins to cum. Her pussy pushes tight against me. Her legs tighten around my head, holding me firmly in place while her body spasms with her orgasm. I can hear the sounds of her orgasm followed by another sound I identify as Bart. As Sherri releases her grip on my head, I manage to look up in time to see Bart’s dick pulling away from his wife’s mouth. A string of cum still connects them as he masturbates the last of his own orgasm. I become painfully away that my own cock is aching with the desire to be engulfed in the hot tunnel inches from my mouth. I give her clit one last kiss and lick before moving to pull her further on the bed. Once she is far enough up, I spread her legs and move forward to rub the head of my dick through her slit to pick up its lubricants. Slowly, I inch the length of my hardness into her very wet and hot hole until I can go no further. I lie there supporting my weight on my elbows, feeling her pussy spasm- ing around my dick and watch her lick her husband’s now half hard cock clean of his cream. I want to pound my dick in that wonderful pussy, but I am already so close to cumming, I know I would only get a few strokes before emptying my own load in her willing cunt. I want to prolong the sensation forever, it feel so good. But, I begin to slowly pump my dick in and out of her cunt, moving to a position so I can watch as her cunt lips pull against it everytime I pull back. “Play with her clit, Bart. Bring her off before I cum,” I ask and pull my body back enough so he can reach her sensitive nubbin. Between my dick and Bart’s fingering, it was only a few moments before she started to cum again. There was no holding mine back any longer. With a sudden move, I bury my dick all the way to my balls in her clasping pussy. I can feel the cum rushing the length of my cock and filling her cunt as I came with a loud groan. I could feel my dick almost sloshing in her as I start fucking hard again while my dick slowly softened. As my dick got softer and pulled from its recent home, I roll over and up to kiss her softly and thank her for the pleasure I have received. The taste of Bart’s cum on her lips serve to make my dick begin to twitch in anticipation of another session of fucking in a short while.