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PART 1 – SNARED
She was stunning. There was no other way to describe her. Seeing her in that tiny yellow and orange bikini caused my erection to grow painful. Water dribbled down her flawless tanned skin and slim body and over those beautiful small breasts. Her erect nipples poked through the two tiny triangles of material. Standing with her legs apart showed me the outline of her pussy. It all served to make me go weak at the knees. I almost dribbled.
“Wow!” I know it was a stupid thing to say, but the only other option my brain allowed me was ‘uhuhuhuhu’.
She smiled, stepped towards me, and gently cupped my groin.
“There’s that lovely hard cock.” She whispered. She caressed me for a few seconds while I stood there, frozen. Then the most beautiful girl on earth lowered herself to her knees, maintaining eye contact with me all the way, pulled my shorts down and took my length in her warm wet mouth.
And so began a relationship with the most amazing girl on earth. And a profound change for me.
* * *
TWO WEEKS BEFORE MEET
It started with me just browsing. You know how it goes; you search for ‘hot girls’ or something and get stuck in a porn loop. Before I knew it two hours had flown by. Shit! This is what happened to me after three recent failed relationships. All of them no longer than two months and if I was honest with myself, all boring. I was usually the cause. I’d hit up a fitty only to get bored of fucking her after the first few times and treat her like crap. They’d all gone that way. Still at 19 I was hardly over the hill. I’d just get another. But the problem was I needed something harder. Where were all the sluts? I kept getting the cutesy, ‘lets make love’ sort. I didn’t want to make love. I wanted hard core and to be pushed.
Finding the Craigslist advert was a complete accident. It got linked to from a search I ran and I clicked on it assuming it was porn. It kind of was…
Unusual nasty slut for relationship.
Fit girl (26) looking for a particular guy. Age not important. What is important is you need to submit to me. Be prepared to try new things. Bicurious guys especially welcome and really slutty bicurious guys go to the top of the list.
In return I will fulfil your fantasies. This is not a one time thing. I find it difficult to meet the kind of guys I want and hence this advert. Be serious, be bi, include pics of yourself, and a fantasy I can help with. Emails without those items will be ignored.
What are you waiting for, come fuck this slut…
There were three pictures and they were awesome. The fully naked body shot with face was what I fell for. She was stunning. Perky little breasts tipped with big brown nipples and a hairless pussy. A close up of her pussy showed it to be smooth, without the spots and scars usually associated with waxing. The final picture convinced me to respond to her, something I have never done. She was on all fours facing away from the camera but looking over her shoulder at it, biting her lower lip, big brown eyes wide and innocent. She had inserted a carrot in her ass, another in her pussy, and she was sucking a lollipop.
Best of all she was just 11 miles from me.
After a couple of wanks I was more able to concentrate on writing to her. That was my excuse anyway. I was surprised how long it took to write something that might stand out and rewrote it three times. It still wasn’t very good and I regretted sending it the moment it went, but then it was too late.
Hi…
I’ve never replied to an advert before so please bear with me.
I loved your ad, amazing pictures. Is that really you? I’ve never seen a girl so perfect. Of course you are probably thinking yeh yeh, every guy is going to say that, but it’s true. I also loved the carrots of course. Great touch.
SO about me, I’m 19 (I hope that’s not too young for you), considered fit and pretty well endowed  I’ve finished with three girls in the last four months mainly because they are too boring. I don’t just want sex, I want something different, a bit naughty, even a bit wrong. I hope you understand?
As for a fantasy I have loads and I don’t want to scare you off. You mention bi-curious guys. While I won’t say it’s high on my list of things, I like a threesome. I think that would be quite hot.
I’ve attached three pictures. Hope you like them and really hope you get in contact.
Tom
x
I sent her three pictures. One of my seven straight inches fully erect and surrounded by neat light brown pubic hair and almost hairless balls. One of me wearing only tight white boxers, showing my hairless body and big oval nipples, and a face picture. I also included my mobile number, which was probably pretty stupid. In truth I thought that would be the end of it, I’d never hear from her.
I was sat in a coffee shop reading up on my college notes when she proved me wrong.
I like 19 year olds, so much energy. Pretty cock too. X <
I stared at the Whatsapp message confused. It took a few seconds to connect the dots. Then I had to think what to reply.
> Thx. Stunning body yourself 
 All available for the right guy. <
> Whats the right guy?
We’ll find out over the next few days. Keep your < phone on you…
Here’s something to keep you going xx <
A picture popped up and unthinking I clicked on it, and immediately hid my phone. It was a close up of her pussy covered in cum. This was the slut I had been longing for and I resolved there and then to do what it took to get her. I wanted that body and I wanted that spunk to be mine. I jogged home to enjoy that picture and the fantasies it engendered. I enjoyed it lots.
* * *
She didn’t contact me again for two days and I began to think she had found someone else. I couldn’t have been the only one who responded. Those pictures would have attracted thousands of guys and she probably had a few on the go. So it was another surprise to get a message from her in the middle of a lecture. My pocket vibrated and as I had done since that last message I checked it straight away. Most of the time I laughed at my own foolishness and thought of Pavlov’s dog. This time my heart hammered.
Hey pretty cock. I need to see another pic of it < now x
> I’m in a lecture, can it wait?
I have four other guys online now trying to get me, I didn’t need to contact you but I like you. Now, if you want me <
Shit, fuck, bollocks. There was no way I wanted to lose her. I thought of all the times my phone beeped or buzzed and I thought it might be her. I’d hate myself if I didn’t make every effort to get her. I looked around the lecture hall. Only Jason, my best friend, was taking any notice of me, frowning and grinning in equal measure. I packed my notebooks, apologised to those I disturbed getting out of the row, and slipped from the hall. The toilets were just two minutes walk down a corridor and flight of stairs. It was the longest two minutes ever. Each step seemed to drum into me that I had left it too long. You LOST her, you LOST her, you LOST her. I jumped down the last few steps and ran into the toilet. I was thankful no one was in there. I took the last cubicle and dropped my jeans seconds after dropping my bag. I needn’t have worried about getting hard; the thought of her underneath me got me going within seconds. I took several pictures and sent one. Then I sat on the toilet and waited, my jeans and underwear still around my ankles. A good five minutes passed.
About time big boy. <
Worth waiting for though x <
> How do I compare?
It sounded desperate but I had to know. Was I just wasting my time? Was she just playing with me? Then a terrible thought hit me and I felt utterly foolish; what if this perfect girl was a lure, a set up by a dirty old man to get pictures? Did she even exist? FUCK! That was it. I was chasing after a pervert and if I wasn’t careful I’d have my pictures all over the internet. I lost my erection. What a fucking twat.
Well I don’t want to give you false hope babe but you have the best cock of all the guys I’m talking to x <
Send me one with your balls in it x <
I was shaking as I typed my reply. Despite now being certain that this was a trap, I held a tiny hope that she was still real.
> I can’t. How do I know you’re real?
What? <
> How do I know you’re not a pervy guy after pics?
It was a long wait for her reply.
Good point babe. Ur the first to say that <
Others are just sending me loads of pics <
Wait a few x <
More waiting. This was getting frustrating. I was desperate for this girl to be real but almost certain now that this was a guy tricking me into sending pics. That all changed when the phone vibrated. A call. My mouth went dry when I saw the number I had been messaging. I pressed the green button.
“Hello?” I whispered.
“Hi baby.” She said. Her voice was like a song, a lilting melody of sexy girl with a scintilla of husky sex. “Do I sound like me?”
“Uh, yeh I guess.”
“Why are you whispering?”
“I’m in the toilets at college.” She laughed out loud, a genuine belly laugh at once high and deep. I fell for that laugh right then.
“Baby, you skipped class for me?”
“I did.” I snorted.
“Wonderful!” I believed she meant that. “Now to prove to you I am me, tell me to take a picture of me, in any position you want, with any method you want of ensuring it has just been taken.”
“What do you mean, any method?”
“Come on pretty cock. Think.” She sounded amused and comfortable talking to me. I didn’t feel she was taking the piss. “If I’m not me, then I could have a huge range of pictures I could send you. But if you ask for something specific, and it comes back within a few moments, then it must be me right?”
“Uh right.” I was still confused.
“Tell you what baby, what shall I write on my body for you to see?” My erection was back with a vengeance. I thought of a porn picture I had once seen and described what I wanted, begging her not to think too badly of me, but that it was unlikely she would have it. She wasn’t the least bit upset.
“Give me five minutes hot dick.” She blew a kiss down the phone and hung up. Less than three minutes passed before my phone buzzed. I opened the picture and stared. She was real. That she accepted my request without argument or negative comment was as telling as it was surprising. And fuck me if she wasn’t the girl I had been looking for, well, for forever. There she was, laying on her back on the bed, naked. Her hot body on show. In black marker she had drawn little hearts around her nipples, and just under her breasts she had written: Tom’s personal fuck slut. Pussy and ass belong to Tom. Another heart was drawn on her bald pubic bone. My phone buzzed a couple of times but I was too busy masturbating. I came hard. Sitting back panting a little I checked my messages.
Good enough for you baby? <
Do you believe I am me now? <
Be hard to pretend should we ever meet anyway x <
> You’re perfect.
> I believe you.
Delay in answering…<
Having a wank were you? <
Oh my god I’m in love. Love or lust, but right then it didn’t matter. I wanted her so badly it actually hurt. It made my balls ache and my brain frazzle. I couldn’t think of anything else except all the dirty sex we were going to have. I imagined my face between her legs tasting her sex, and my cock up her ass, something I had never been allowed to do. I re-read the messages and noticed her third text.
> When are we going to meet?
Woah boy, slow down. We have to explore our limits next. I don’t want to scare you away! <
And you didn’t answer me, were you wanking? <
> Yes
Good. Its hot watching guys wank x <
> You like that?
A lot. <
Holy shit, she just got better and better. My cock was growing hard again. I asked what she meant by exploring our limits but she said I’d find out and signed off. I masturbated again.
* * *
ONE WEEK BEFORE MEET
Send me a pic of your asshole baby <
> My ass? Really? Why?
That’s the BI part of my ad baby, I love guys asses <
I like to lick and finger and more… <
We had been messaging for two days solid. I learned she was a total slut. She’d let me fuck her whenever I wanted in any hole. She loved cock and cum and wanted me to cum in her mouth and on her face and body. She’d let me piss on her! I’d never done anything like that in my life, although of course I’d masturbated to enough piss porn in my time. Now we were on the subject of bisex. I was right to include in my email about having a threesome, she wanted that. I was a bit shocked to hear her say she enjoyed gay porn. I didn’t think girls liked guys together. She however did, and fingered herself a lot to gay movies. She wanted to share the porn watching with her chosen guy. I wasn’t too excited about it, but I figured I could concentrate on her amazing body while she watched guys fucking. Now I was being asked for my ass pic. My problem was I was already hooked but was deluding myself into thinking I could pull back anytime it got too far. I know now of course how good she was a pushing just a little further. Then I remember thinking what the hell, just my ass right? After a few minutes struggling taking a pic of my own ass I sent it. My sister banged on the bathroom door demanding access. I flushed the toilet and made hand washing noises. I couldn’t look at her as I left.
Shit baby that’s a hot hole x <
> Really?
> You like my ass?
Hell yeh, I’m gonna finger myself to that later x <
I want the real thing x <
I wanna ram my tongue into it <
Would you like that? <
What could I say to that? The dirty bitch wanted to lick my ass! Who was I to argue?
> Oh yes  x
I spent the night watching rimming videos on the internet. Mostly girls licking guys, a few the other way around, and feeling a little shame a guilt, a few guys licking guys. By the end of the night I had masturbated twice and couldn’t wait to feel what it was like.
* * *
THREE DAYS BEFORE MEET
We spent a couple of days chatting about anal. Yes. Days. That was her subject and when I tried to change it she came right back to it. Anal. I even began to like the sound. I was desperate to try fucking her ass of course, and by now was pretty pumped at feeling her tongue. I still wasn’t sure about her fingering me, something she mentioned the day after my first ass pic, but she assured me it was cool and she loved it as well. We swapped a few more asshole pics. I loved her pert little ass but to see a puckered, hairless hole filling my phone screen was odd and yet somehow arousing. I supposed it was the last intimate place on a persons body. The one inviolate area that one enjoyed violating. Perhaps it was the thought of what you were doing rather than the physical act that was the erotic bit. I wanted to find out.
I spent one night putting my finger in myself. I felt stupid and dirty. The dirty part ended up turning me on, but I still felt dumb. It hurt at first and then was just uncomfortable. Again and to my continued shame I watched male videos but I convinced myself it was for the education. I needed lube. Of course I did. Stupid me. I therefore had to wait until the following night for a second attempt, after I had driven to the next town to buy lube to minimise anyone I knew seeing me. That evening I retreated to my room and stripped. This time I decided to follow what was happening on the video. Laying back on my bed I squeezed lube onto my finger and around my anus. I watched the fit guy on the TV lay back and spread his legs wide. I copied. I saw him suck his middle finger while looking at the camera, then push it slowly into his ass to the first knuckle. I did the same, without the sucking. He moved it in and out while jerking himself with slow deliberate strokes from base to head. After just a couple of minutes I had to admit it felt good. In fact I now wondered why I had never done this before. Boring girls must be the answer! But now I had a fucking hot one. Nearly! Thinking of her made me wank harder and without realising I was burying my finger in myself further. I had to stretch my ring and index fingers back to get in deeper. Then I thought of something even hotter. I stopped jerking and grabbed my phone. I set it on timer this time and positioned it between my legs. The photo I got was electric. My legs at the bottom of the shot led the eye to my ass, and my finger pushed right inside. Above that my hard cock pointed to my face, and I looked like I was coming.
“Oh fuck.” I said to myself, then giggled. “I’m hot!”.
I sent it to her and went back to masturbating, hard and fast. I even pushed two fingers in myself. When I came moments later it was the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. Cum shot up and splattered my face, then chest and over my belly. I was panting and a thin film of cool sweat coated my forehead.
“Oh fucking shit!”
I lay back on the bed and giggled. I couldn’t believe how strong it was. A few moments passed before I decided to take another pic and send to her. I hope she would appreciate me covered in my own cum as a result of fingering my ass. I didn’t get her reply until the morning as I passed out.
* * *
After a deep and very relaxing sleep I was lucky to wake when I did. I was naked on top of my bed and the porn was still playing on a loop on my laptop. I’d left it plugged in. I’d just closed it and got some jeans on when my mother knocked and entered, as she always did, without waiting for the ok.
“Got you some tea love.” She put it on my bedside table and left, tutting at the state of my room. She pissed me off. I was fucking nearly 20, how dare she just come in. I hid the lube which was out of sight under the pillow for some reason, and checked my phone.
BABY! You tried 😀 <
Fantastic! <
How was it? <
Oh fucking hell! <
You enjoyed it then? <
Fuck me you are so hot Tommy baby x <
Wanna meet? X <
Fucking hell yes! What a stupid question. I grinned, then smiled wide, then giggled. I danced around the room while putting on a tshirt. I had to calm myself down before replying.
> Hell yes! Xxxxx
> When, where???
I waited a little while for an answer but nothing came. She might be sleeping or out. I put my phone in my pocket and got ready for my first lecture.
I ran to the toilet after the lecture ended. All I could think about was her and also how a good ass fingering improved a good wank. I missed everything I was supposed to listen to. In the cubicle I dropped my jeans and boxers, wet my fingers with spit, and pushed them in my ass. It wasn’t as strong as the previous night, but then first times are always the best. It was still amazing and I knew I would be doing this a lot from now on. I also knew I would be fine with her playing with my ass. Thinking of her made I realised I didn’t know her name. Why hadn’t I thought of this before? What an idiot. I couldn’t ask now surely?
I did of course.
> Hey, I know it sounds totally dumb, and so sorry, but I don’t know your name? xxx
I left the toilet without reply. I had to get to the library and get notes from my friend Jason. I had kept this girl secret for the past week and a half. There didn’t seem much point in telling people about someone I had never met and besides, I didn’t have the kind of friends who spoke about sex. I know people think that’s all boys ever talk about, but only in general. Plus Jason hadn’t had a girlfriend in ages.
I found him sitting in a corner away from others. He was well presented as ever, like he’d just stepped out of GQ magazine. He helped me with the lecture notes. He always did. I kind of used him a bit actually. I would do anything for him as well, it’s just he was both more intelligent and more academic. My phone buzzed as he was finishing off. I said I had to go and would see him on Friday in class. We hugged as was our habit. I made it to the front of the college before checking my messages.
Great! Can’t wait to get hold of that lovely cock. <
Meet at the pool in town. Friday night, 7pm ok? <
Ha ha, did I not tell you? Doh! Jenny xxx <
“Jenny.” I said aloud. It rang in my brain like a delicate tinkle. The complete opposite of her dirty sexuality. My phone buzzed again.
Or you could call me Tommys fuck slut x <
Holy shit. I needed to be somewhere private. Fast.
* * *
The following two days I did nothing but masturbate to fantasies of our forthcoming meeting or videos of men fingering men, just to make sure I got it right of course. I removed hair around my balls and trimmed my pubic hair although I was blessed that it grew quite neat all by itself. I spoke to Jason on the phone a couple of times but once again failed to mention Jenny. I’m sure he could tell something had me wired.
On Thursday afternoon I got a request from Jenny for one final image before we met. She wanted me naked and fully erect, my hands behind my head and legs wide, with a handwritten note held between my teeth saying I liked it in the ass. I thought nothing of it and used the arm chair in the lounge to spread myself out. In return I wanted one of her fingering her pussy. She duly obliged and added Tommys Fuck Slut written below her belly button. The rest of Thursday was as you’d expect.
Jason met me outside college on Friday morning, an unusual thing for him to do.
“Are you okay?” He asked putting an arm around my shoulders. “You seem to have been a little, um, distracted for the last couple of weeks?”
“No I’m fine.” It was a lie by omission. I sighed. I could lie to most people but I didn’t like doing it to Jason. I didn’t know why. “I’m going to meet someone later and I’m nervous.”
Jason smiled, a gentle knowing look. He knew how many girls I went through and that I never got nervous. So this was either one I really liked or something different.
“Anything I can help with?” He tightened his arm around my shoulders a couple of times, drawing me into him.
“Thanks but no. She’s kinda, um…” I paused, how the hell would I explain this one? Jason she’s a fucking slut and wants to get filthy with me. Then it struck me. “She’s older.”
“She’s older?”
“Yeh, 26.”
“That’s nothing.” He said after a few moments. “36 would have been something. She’s only seven years older than you.” He removed his arm from me and walked into college. He seemed to be a little quieter all of a sudden. As we entered the lecture hall something niggled at me but I had to dismiss it as we took our seats and the presentation started.
Jason’s hug goodbye was half assed but I didn’t think about it. I had to get home, changed, grab my swim shorts and get to the pool. After paying entry I descended the main staircase to the changing rooms and got hit by a wall of heat and Chlorine. I knew I was early but I couldn’t help myself. The changing rooms were unisex. A village type affair with green, blue and yellow pastel colours for the various sized cubicles and ‘islands’ of numbered grey lockers. Several men and women passed me and kids ran around. I ignored them all, got changed into my board shorts, (Quiksilver red and black if you’re interested), and walked to the pool as fast as I could on a wet floor. I needed to hide my growing arousal. Anticipation was a bitch.
It wasn’t quite half six and parents with their kids were finishing off lessons and playtime. The cacophony was bone jarring, which at least diminished my excitement, and I headed for the deep end. A few oldies pulled slow laps but otherwise this end was empty. I dropped into the warm water and spent some time submerging myself, more to get away from the noise than anything else. I lost track of time and only noticed it was quieter when I checked the huge timing clock hanging from the high ceiling. I started to look around. I tried to appear relaxed, but swimming up and down the pool staring into the changing area and trying to see around corners gives only one impression.
She was sat on the pool edge at the deep end grinning at me. I saw her as I swam back down from the other end. I must have looked like a desperate idiot. I flashed a sheepish smile at her. She beckoned me over with a curling finger and I swam to her, trying to be the best, most powerful swimmer in history. As I approached she leaned back on her hands and parted her thighs. She looked incredible, far better than any picture could convey. She wore a tiny two piece yellow and orange bikini. Although she had small breasts, they were barely contained by the small triangles of yellow fabric and her erect nipples created little tents. My gaze drifted down her tanned flat belly, recalling the written messages, and to her little bikini bottoms. The orange and yellow harlequin pattern was tight against her pussy I saw the outline of her lips, as she no doubt intended. Then the image went watery as I sunk.
Splashing to the surface and snorting water I found her giggling. I’d been so enraptured with the sight of her that I forgot to swim. She patted the pool edge between her legs. I paused not quite believing my luck, then pulled myself forwards. Her legs were wide and I was able to get one arm and my chin resting on the edge. I chanced my luck and stroked her left calf under water.
“We meet at last.” She whispered and smiled at me.
“Yeh. Cool.” I felt like a twat the moment I said it. “I… I mean I’m really p…pleased you’re here…” She giggled again. Her voice was like soothing music in my head. I struggled to maintain eye contact both from my lowly position and because I wanted to check out her body. She read my mind;
“Feel free to look where you want, pretty cock.” She closed her eyes and turned her face up to the ceiling. Her mention of my cock reminded me it was there, and it was hard tenting my shorts, the water allowing greater space than normal. I took her up on her offer and scanned her again. Those little tits were a beautiful tear drop shape and from what I saw of her nipples, and remembered from pictures, they were a decent size and the erect buds were like football studs. I liked bigger nipples, just not the ones that covered the whole breast. But it was her pussy I saw best of all. Being this close I could almost see through the material. It clung to her wet lips showing me her slit and not a single wayward hair could be seen escaping from the edges. I breathed in hoping to smell her sent but all I got was Chlorine.
“Allow me.” She whispered from above me and I realised she had returned her attention to me and been watching. She leaned forward and held the back of my head with one hand. Then she wriggled her ass forward. Her pussy came into contact with my nose and I almost came. An involuntary moan escaped my lips. Behind the cold wet bikini was the warmth of her pussy, and the smell. She smelled wonderful. Incredible. At once fresh and aroused, musty and tangy. Then my brain conspired against me to ruin my moment and I remembered where we were. I panicked and sunk into the water, resurfacing a few feet from her.
“Sorry.” I said, trying to maintain eye contact without having to look at her face. It didn’t work. “Public you know…”
“That’s part of the fun isn’t it?” She answered, remaining where she was, legs apart for the world to see. I didn’t know how to answer. It had been very erotic, knowing anyone in the pool could have seen. The lifeguard may have but he didn’t do anything.
After watching me for a couple of minutes she stood.
“See you in the family changing room, green one, opposite the 7 lockers.” She padded away and I watched her bubble ass wiggle as she went, the small bikini disappearing between her cheeks halfway down. I thought of my cock between those ass cheeks, her bent over somewhere grunting every time I slammed home. Shit. Stop Tom. I had to lose my erection if I was going to get from the pool to the changing room, but it was no good. It wouldn’t go away. I looked around. There weren’t many people in the pool and I saw no one in the changing area. I tucked it into the waistband of my shorts and heaved myself out the pool. The weight of water pulled down on my shorts and my erection popped out. With haste I pulled them up, repositioned myself and hurried to the cubicles. I found locker block 7 and turned around. There was one green cubicle and the door was ajar. I pushed it slowly open, ready to bounce back with an apology if someone else was in there. It was empty. I entered to look behind the door, and she followed me in.
She was stunning. There was no other way to describe her. Seeing her in that tiny yellow and orange bikini caused my erection to grow painful. Water dribbled down her flawless tanned skin and slim body and over those beautiful small breasts. Her erect nipples poked through the two tiny triangles of material. Standing with her legs apart showed me the outline of her pussy. It all served to make me go weak at the knees. I almost dribbled.
“Wow!” I know it was a stupid thing to say but the only other option my brain allowed me was ‘uhuhuhuhu’.
She smiled, stepped towards me, and gently cupped my groin.
“There’s that lovely hard cock.” She whispered. She caressed me for a few seconds while I stood there, frozen. Then the most beautiful girl on earth lowered herself to her knees, maintaining eye contact with me all the way, pulled my shorts down and took my length in her warm wet mouth.
She was an expert. I had never had a blow job like it. Suction like a vacuum cleaner and a tongue that could tease the Oyster out of its shell. As her long hair dried it started to flick around with the fast motion of her head. I lasted less than three minutes and as my orgasm approached I tried to pull away but she grabbed my ass with both hands and forced my cock into her throat. I erupted in her mouth, shot after shot of intense, knee trembling orgasm. I cried out and put my hand over my mouth to stifle it. She remained on her knees in position, licking at my softening dick. It took as long as the blow job to go fully soft and I was in her mouth the whole time. She even pushed her tongue under my foreskin and circled my soft head. I jerked when she hit the sensitive edge.
When she decided I was satisfied, something I had been since I fired semen into her mouth, she stood and brought her face up close to mine. She opened her mouth and I saw it resting, her tongue lapping at it. Oh by Christ I’m in love! The closest I’d got to this was an ex let me cum in her mouth, and then spat it out again. Jenny was savouring it like a fine wine. She brought her hand to the back of my head and moved in to kiss me but I pulled away in shock. She pulled back and closed her mouth. Smiling and maintaining eye contact, she swallowed. Then she moved back in for the kiss and this time I submitted. Her big soft lips fixed on mine and her tongue was strong and dominating. When I tried to enter her mouth she resisted and forced herself further into mine. I could taste my seed as a mild, salty burning sensation that spread everywhere. I’d never tasted spunk before. She sucked my tongue and bit my lower lip. I melted into her arms and against her hot body and she wrapped herself around me, one leg hooking over my hip. We remained in that position for far longer than her sucking me.
She pulled away and took a step across the cubicle, pulling the bench away from the wall. I thought all these benches were fixed but perhaps the family one was different. She turned to me.
“Lay down yummy spunk.” She whispered. “Your turn.”
Without hesitation I stepped to the bench, leaving my shorts on the floor. I lay down on my back, the cold plastic jarring. I watched while she slid her bikini bottoms over her ass and let them fall then straddled the bench and me. I stared. There it was. That beautiful smooth pussy. I saw light glint from her slick wet lips and watched it descend until I went cross eyed as she lowered herself onto my face. I stuck my tongue out ready to receive and the first touch was electric. My whole body quivered. She paused and gave me the chance to run the tip of my tongue along her moist slit before putting more weight down. I opened my mouth. As her body weight was transferred to my jaw her lips parted and I flicked at her exposed clit. A muffled moan came from above. I felt both her palms rest on my forehead and bear weight to both help her balance and restrain me. I wanted to run my hands over her body but let them drop behind me either side of the bench and rest on the tiled floor.
Jenny’s taste was as delicious as her smell. Musty with the unmistakable girl tang and yet not pungent. I forced my tongue into her hole and got rewarded with more juices. Back to her clit I licked harder, using the flat of my tongue then flicking at it. She rose a centimetre or two and I was able to form an ‘O’ with my lips around her clit and sucked, flicking my tongue over the end. After a few minutes she wriggled over my face covering me in her wetness before returning to sitting down on me. Her hole was more open and I could get a bit more of my tongue in, pushing it in and out. When she rose again I sucked at her clit.
A good ten minutes passed like this before she changed and started to thrust her groin into my face. A rhythm developed and I knew she was building to climax. I responded to her rhythm. As she thrust down I sucked her clit and as she pulled away I flicked it. I felt her guttural grunts as vibrations through her pussy before I heard them, but they grew louder, turning from short grunts to moans to elongated wails. She removed a hand from my forehead and they became muffled. Less than a minute later she screamed into her hand and lifted away from my face. Tangy water sprayed across me and into my still open mouth. It tasted of piss and her juices.
She collapsed down onto my chest panting, her wetness leaking across my torso. I looked down at her pussy glistening like morning dew in the sun.
“So…. Sorry Tommy.” She panted, taking deep breaths and calming down. “I didn’t tell you.”
“I’ve never made a girl squirt before.” I said, a big grin creeping across my face. She giggled.
“I didn’t expect you to be that good baby.” She mussed my hair and took a final deep breath as she threw her head backwards. I ran my hands across her thighs and over her ass, (very firm). Finding no resistance I continued over her slim waist and up towards her breasts. It was like stroking silk. I reached her bikini top and pushed my fingers under the material. She didn’t stop me, so I continued until my hands covered her firm tits and the bikini was pushed out the way. I squeezed and she gave a soft moan. Her nipples were still hard and dug into my palms. I squeezed harder. They were perfect breasts.
“You don’t mind my hard nipples?” She looked back down at me but placed her hands on my thighs and leaned back.
“No, I love them.” I looked sheepish, I may push this too far. “I love your breasts. Actually, your whole body is perfect.” She smiled.
“Guys I’ve had before got a bit fed up with them always being hard whenever I’m horny.” She bit her lower lip, it made her look young and vulnerable and my erection came back, fully recovered.
“Really?” Noted, hard nipples equals horniness. “Are they weird? Surely it’s good to know?”
“Ha!” She leaned forward and caressed my face, her slick pussy sliding down my chest. “But I’m always horny! Some hated their dads and friends seeing my nipples through whatever top I was wearing.” I concerned myself with that for about a picosecond.
“I love them. So….” I made eye motions toward my hard on. “You’re still horny then?”
“Ha ha! Tommy!” She swung a leg over and stood up. I very reluctantly released her breasts. “We have no protection.”
“You swallowed my cum!” I said.
“Yes,” she turned to face me while putting her top back in place, “something I shouldn’t have done but I was so desperate for that lovely cock.”
She looked around for her bikini bottoms but grabbed my shorts instead. Looking at me in the eye with a mischievous look on her pretty face, she turned them inside out and used the crotch to wipe her wetness away from her vagina and thighs. I didn’t know what to say. She came over and kneeled down, putting my feet into the shorts then pulling them up for me. Instead of tying them closed, she wrapped the string around my erection. She stood, beamed at me, kissed me on the lips, and retrieved her bikini bottom.
“I thought you wanted to be my fuck slut?” It came out as a petulant whisper. She cupped my face with her hands.
“I will be, that’s a promise. But we get tested first.” She kissed me, turned, and left the cubicle. When she returned she had her belongings and I watched her dry and dress. First pretty pink panties with white edging, white ankle socks, jeans and a tight yellow top that highlighted her hard nipples. Then she was gone. I was a mess, both physically and emotionally. On one hand I had just had the best time ever with a girl and it wasn’t even sex. On the other I was now intensely aroused and very frustrated. I was also confused at her swallowing my load but not wanting to fuck me. It felt like my happiness had been ripped out of me. I very nearly turned teary.
Stop being a fucking idiot. I pulled myself together. I had to get changed and do so without anyone seeing my erection which refused to die away. I pulled on my shorts properly, and holding them up with one hand I peered out the cubicle. No one, great. I grabbed my locker key from my wrist and proceeded to block three. I got my stuff and turned to find a smooth, muscular pretty boy wearing red shorts stood there. The lifeguard. Both my hands were carrying something and my cock was tenting my shorts. He looked down and held his gaze there for a few seconds, then looked back up at me, smiled and winked. He walked off. Embarrassed I changed quickly and drove home.
Laying on my bed after a powerful wank I realised I had been a bit of a child at the pool. I send a message to Jenny.
> Sry about being a dick. It was amazing and I just didn’t want it to end. Xx
> Hope to see you again. Xx
After five minutes and no reply I was hard again, my thoughts reliving our encounter. I placed my shorts back over my face to get her scent, pushed two fingers back in my ass, and recommenced stroking.
* * *
Waking on Saturday morning I found I had done it again. I’d passed out before tidying anything up. Mum could have found me, this time with my own shorts over my face, my legs wide and cock in hand. In fact I couldn’t believe I had remained in the same position all night. The wet shorts had made the pillow damp either side of my head. I threw on a tshirt and some jeans, and checked my phone.
Don’t be silly baby <
I shouldn’t have teased you, my bad <
I shouldn’t have swallowed, I don’t normally do that <
Every guy has to be tested first, so count yourself THAT hot  <
Get a test done asap <
Then I AM your fuck slut xxx <
I also got a text from Jason asking if I was ok and how it went. I thought about telling him everything but thought in person would be better. We had an odd relationship, he knew all about me, but never seemed to tell me about his intimate moments.
> It was gr8 Jas, I think she wants to see me again 
> Beer later?
I got a quick reply from him and we arranged to go out that night. In the meantime I had to make my first ever visit to the sexual health clinic. Joy.
* * *
“It was… SO hard core.” I finished.
“It sounds like you are in love already!” Said Jason.
“Ha! She’s just, so wrong, so…so dirty. She’s what I’ve always wanted.”
“Really? You sure about that? You do seem to get bored of girls pretty quickly.”
“Not this time. This time it’s different.”
“You said that last time.” He smirked.
“Yeh well, I didn’t get my face sat on in a public pool changing room last time.”
We were sat in a corner booth in a trendy wine bar. Jason was close enough that our thighs touched and had his arm behind me across the back of the bench seat. I’d told him pretty much everything, including the lifeguard winking at my hard on. Lucky lifeguard huh? He’d commented and we both laughed. I did enjoy being around Jason.
“When are you seeing her next?” He asked. The clinic bit I’d left out.
“When we’re next free I guess.”
“Well, be careful.” He sipped his Estrella. “She sounds like she could be trouble.”
The rest of the evening was just chat and drinking. We met a few other mates and ended up in a late night pub. Something was still niggling at me but I forgot it in my drunken haze. I did remember Jason’s warning. He had never warned me about a girl before. In any other situation I would have taken his warning seriously but this time it was as a whisper in a stadium. If I was mesmerised by her advert, and hooked by her pictures and messages, I was caught by the net of her sex. I was hers.
* * *
“So did you get to the clinic?” She asked.
“Yes, on Saturday. Still waiting for the results. You?”
“Same day.” She laughed.
I was sat on a park bench close to college. The weekend had passed without Jenny and I contacting each other and I started to get worried again. I shouldn’t have. As soon as my Monday lecture finished she rang.
“I can’t wait to see you again Jenny.”
“Call me your fuck slut.” She was teasing already.
“I… I can’t, I’m in a park.”
“So what. Who cares? Call me fuck slut for the rest of the call.” Fuck she was so dirty. I started to get hard but was confident my jeans would restrain it.
“Okay…. Fuck slut.” I whispered. “Er… can I ask a personal question?”
“Sure, but be careful, I’ll be honest and you may not actually want to know the answer.”
“Um… okay. Er. How many guys have you slept with?” I really didn’t want to ask but Jason’s warning was swimming around my mind.
“Oh. You sure you want to know?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, you asked for it.” A deep breath. “I like the name fuck slut, and similar, for a reason. I love cock. As much as I can get. I’m a total cock slave. I lost count of guys who fucked me when I turned twenty. That is the reason for the advert Tommy, and the very clear message about bisex. It’s how we met remember.” Shit she’s a complete whore. But fuck me I’ve fallen for her. Do I care about previous? No. But she means more men in future. I should back out. Now. Quickly. Do it Tom, back out. I took a deep breath myself.
“All the girls I’ve ever been with bore me after the first few times. If I think back I knew they would the first time we kissed or whatever. I just didn’t seem to excite me but you do. Massively. Of course I knew about the bisex but I didn’t really think it meant much. I don’t know if I can do it.”
“Tommy baby, ever tried?”
“No.”
“Exactly. How do you know you can’t do it? After all haven’t you enjoyed fingering your own ass?”
“Um…. Yes.”
“And when I lick and finger your ass you’ll fall in love with it.”
“Um…”
“Say yes, fuck slut.”
“Yes fuck slut.”
“And the things I will do for, and to you, will blow your mind.”
“Okay.”
“Say yes, fuck slut.”
“Yes fuck slut.” I grinned. Jason was right but she knew how to play me. I wasn’t going to back out, not yet. I thought I could watch another guy fucking her while I was, but anything more and I would leave then. Yes. Plan.
“I won’t lie though Tommy. I have lots of sex with trusted guys, but I want it with a special, permanent one. Someone who understands my needs and helps me. Someone who even shares them. I’ve chosen you Tommy tasty cock.”
We both remained silent. I didn’t know what to say. What could I say? I was hooked, caught. I was hers and I think even then she knew it, and she knew I knew it. After an extended period during which I watched an old lady toddle past after her tiny dog and a young couple from college making out on the grass, I broke the silence. It just slipped out.
“I’m yours fuck slut.”
* * *

 
PART 2 – DESCENT
“Oooooh, oh fuck!” I was wailing like a bitch and I knew it, but I couldn’t help it, I wasn’t prepared for the intense feeling of Jenny licking my ass. It was amazing! “Uh huh uhh mmmmm…”
I was going to get to fuck my first ass, but before that she wanted to show me why she was so into it. I was naked on all fours on the bed, a position I had never been in without a girl under me. She was kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed, still dressed, driving her expert tongue into my most intimate hole. I couldn’t believe the pleasure. I was shivering all over. My cock was so hard I thought it would burst. I buried my face in her duvet and cried out as she sucked my anus then drove her tongue in again. She pulled back and with soft, slow motions ran the tip of her tongue around my puckered hole. It wasn’t long before I wanted it pushing in again.
“Uh… Jenny… Push your tongue in…. please.” I hadn’t realised until then that I was actually panting. She continued to rim me. “Please Jenny!”
“You want me in your ass baby?”
“Yes!”
“Say it then baby, tell your anal whore what you want.”
“I want you in my ass!” I almost shouted it.
“Good boy.” She cooed, and I felt something pushing in much further than her tongue. She buried her finger in up to her knuckles and I felt the rest of her hand bunched up against my ass cheeks. “Oh wow!”
I pushed my face back into her duvet as she fingered my ass, pulling it all the way out before pushing in again. She hadn’t mentioned fingering me, just licking, but I wasn’t going to stop her; it felt so good. So much better than when I did it to myself. I shuddered with every entry and my arms started to feel weak. I pushed them above me and towards the pillow, collapsing my chest down to the bed. Now my ass was up in the air, my legs wide. For a brief moment I realised this was how gay guys take it but at that moment she sucked my balls into her mouth and I forgot about everything else. I felt the vibrations of her mmmmm’ing as she sucked and pulled her face away from me, stretching my scrotum while her finger wriggled and thrust in me. I had never felt anything like it but I knew I wanted more. Much more.
I felt myself getting close, building to an almighty release, and I couldn’t believe I could cum without touching my dick. It was a first for me. Jenny had given me several firsts already and it was only a week after our tests came back negative. I’d watched her dildo herself to a screaming, squirting orgasm, cum on her face, had her lick my cum off my belly, and we’d pissed on each other. It had been an incredible week, the best of my life, and this was a fantastic end.
“Ah fuck I’m gonna cum Jenny!” I cried, muffled by the duvet. “Aaaahhh!” I shuddered and as my hips bucked forward towards the bed Jenny drove her finger deep into my ass and prodded something that sent a shockwave though my body.
“UHHHHHH!” I yelled as I pumped spunk onto the bed, the feeling at the end of my cock as intense as anything I had ever felt, like a bomb going off. My ass clenched tight around her finger, my hips locked forward, my feet cramped as I curled my toes and my body convulsed. Shot after shot flew from my cock and with each one Jenny timed a thrust of her finger. I froze as the last dribbles of cum were forced out and groaned into the bedding.
Neither of us moved for minutes. Jenny remained on the floor, my balls in her mouth and her finger in me. When I couldn’t take propping myself up any more I pushed my legs back and fell flat on the bed, spunk slimy and cold against my stomach. She had no choice then and first one, then the other testicle slurped from her lips. Carefully she withdrew her finger. I rolled over, a massive smile plastered on my face, to see her sucking her finger.
“Shitting hell Jenny…” I started.
“Uh uh…” She admonished. I laughed.
“Oh yeh. Shit fuck slut. That was amazing! I never… I just never thought…” I couldn’t finish.
“I know baby. It always takes you by surprise. You just need to get used to it.” She stood and climbed on the bed, straddling my chest. I gazed at her smooth pussy slick with her juices. “You want to do it again?”
“Yes!” I knew that’s what she wanted to hear, but it was true, I would let her do that again in a heartbeat. Only when I was horny though, I was starting feel a little nasty, and a bit guilty that I had strayed into gay territory and enjoyed it.
“Cool.” She smiled at me, a smile mixed with lust. “I’m so happy you enjoy it. It was my fear you wouldn’t.”
“Well, I do. It’s… I don’t know, it’s… horny!” She giggled at that.
“And that is what I am. Very. So now your turn while you recover.” She stood, turned around and lowered herself again, straddling me facing my feet.
“I er, I’ve never done it.” I was nervous as I saw her puckered asshole approaching. I was afraid I’d hate it.
“You’ll know what to do baby. Do to me what I just did to you.” I was going to reply but she parted her ass cheeks with her hands and pushed her hole onto my mouth just enough to make me feel weight. I could still move about. I opened my lips and prodded at her with the tip of my tongue. Then a little more. Despite us sharing a shower before coming into the bedroom I was still a little wary. I shouldn’t have worried. It was tasteless. The feeling of wrinkled skin and contracting muscles around my tongue was a little strange but knowing what it felt like helped. I licked harder, probing her and running around her hole. I felt it pulsating at my touch.
“Mmmmm yes Tommy. That’s good.”
I pushed in a little more trying to copy her ability to get half her tongue in. Then I remembered she sucked, and closed my lips around her sphincter and did so. That elicited more groans from above me and she wiggled her ass on my face. Summoning up more spit I made her wetter and licked again. Soon I was getting into it and not long after I was getting quite carried away, holding her thighs with both hands and pulling her down hard. As my excitement grew and my erection returned I drove my tongue into her now slick and open asshole. Above me she groaned and wailed.
She started playing with my cock and it drove me wild. Just the thought of where my mouth was and what I was licking was a huge turn on. Everything I ever wanted was in this girl. Hot, horny, dirty, wrong, and she pushed me ever further. She was so different from the other girls I had been with that she might as well be a different species. They were so boring. Jenny? Jenny was what I had fantasised about since I could remember. I couldn’t ever lose her, there was no way there was another girl like her. Not one I would ever meet. With my cock in her hand, my tongue in her ass, and her moaning and writhing around, I vowed to do whatever she wanted.
I had my face buried in her ass for over ten minutes before she rocked forward into her knees, pushed her face and chest between my legs and flat onto the bed, and thrust her ass high in the air.
“Fuck my ass Tommy!” She cried. “Please, please rape me! Hard! PLEASE.”
I leapt up nearly kneeing her pussy in the process. I had never fucked an ass before and didn’t know about taking it easy at first. I pushed my throbbing head against her spit covered, open hole and forced my seven inches all the way in. She cried out, a long wail of pain mixed with pleasure. I paused thinking I had hurt her bad but with a grunt she thrust her ass back into me pushing me backwards, then pulled forwards. My cock slid out up to my head. She pushed back again burying me inside her. I took the cue, and fucked. Gripping her hips tight enough to leave finger marks I rammed her hard and fast, every slam home drawing a grunt from deep in her throat. I couldn’t believe how tight she was. Unlike a pussy it hugged the whole length of my cock, squeezing and teasing every part in equal measure. I watched my own hard pole penetrating her stretched anus. Despite ejaculating a little while ago, I was building to another. The selfish part me just wanted to come, and a more selfish part of me wanted to fuck my first ass for longer. I slowed down but made every thrust a powerful ram that juddered her body and made her grunting louder.
“UH!… oh Tommy… oh fuck…” She cried out between panting breaths and my thrusts. “I’m your slut… your fuck slut… oh Tommy….!”
I was in that moment where nothing in the world matters. Where your head swims with pure lust. Jenny’s ass was my whole universe at that moment and all that mattered was pounding it, driving my cock into that deep tight hole as far as I could. The room darkened around me and I saw a perfect ass, and I was inside it. All I could see, all I could feel were the amazing sensations of a tight forbidden hole stimulating my cock. A tiny part of me kept wondered what it was like but that repeating thought was always lost to the feelings flowing through my body and driving me to keep fucking, keep pounding that asshole. I was so lost in this moment I didn’t realise I was crying out, telling my slut I was going to come in her. She broke my self-induced spell by grabbing my balls and pulling them down towards the bed, delaying my orgasm.
“Oh fuck Jenny!”
“Uh…. Uh… Say you love ass Tommy… uh!”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck!”
“Say it… uh… Tommy say it… uuuhhhhhh!” She screamed and bucked underneath me. Her sphincter shrank tight around my cock and warm liquid sprayed against my balls and thighs.
“I fucking love ass. FUCK!”
With one final big slam I buried myself inside her and pumped her guts full of cum, every slight thrust now generating ejaculation. With involuntary spasms I continued to fuck her in short, slowing thrusts, finally coming to a stop by pushing myself in until my balls were against her dripping pussy. She collapsed into the bed underneath me, pulling me down on top of her, her ass cheeks closing and trapping my softening cock inside her. We both lay there sweating and panting, me more than her. The feeling of her hot body returned beneath me and instead of wanting her away from me like the other girls, I wanted her on me. I had never considered being dominated before, but for some reason I wanted to be the one underneath that hot sweaty body. Perhaps being forced to lick her sweat from her. I felt strange, fantasising about such things after I had come.
After many minutes and having both got our breath back, it was Jenny who broke the silence.
“Please tell me you love ass Tommy.”
I laughed. “Fucking hell yes!”
“Really? It’s important.”
“Really Jenny, really. Fuck. Wow.” I laughed again and kissed her shoulder.
“Because I want you to do that a lot.” She turned her head to me, wet hair matting her head. She was an awesome sight. “An awful lot Tommy.”
“Jenny,” I paused to confirm in my mind what I was about to say. “I promise I love your ass. I will fuck you as much as I can.”
She nodded. “And lick and finger?”
“Yes baby. And lick and finger.” Then another thought occurred. “What about your pussy?”
She giggled. “Oh you need to fuck that a lot as well. And my mouth in fact.”
“Christ, not sure I’ll keep up!” I tried to make it sound like a joke, but we both knew it wasn’t. She wriggled underneath me and I rolled off, my flaccid dick slipping out. She rolled the other way and got to her knees, then bent over and slurped at my softness. After a few moments she pulled back and sat on her feet, knees wide so I could see her vagina. It was beautiful.
“No you can’t Tommy. That’s why I asked for a bi guy.”
“Hey, I might be able to!” I feigned a nonchalant laugh but it didn’t work.
“You don’t have three dicks baby. You can only fuck one hole at a time.” Now she looked at me seriously and I knew where this was going. She’d brought up the subject a couple of times over the week but I’d always managed to avoid it. Now I had no choice. “You did say you were up for a threesome, and I did mention bi three times. And being slutty as well.”
“I know you did.” I sighed. “I just… I’m not sure. I… I’ve never even seen a guy naked. It’s gay isn’t it?”
“Fuck no!” She laughed hard enough for her little boobs to jiggle. “It’s BI.”
“What’s the difference?” She looked at me for a moment, unsure if I was taking the piss.
“Do you fancy me?”
“Fuck me are you kidding? Massively. I dream about you Jenny. I can’t stop thinking about you.” I had probably gone too far there but the smile at her lips informed she was cool with it. A feeling of warmth washed through me.
“That pleases me Tommy baby, and that’s the difference. And I should tell you that you are the only guy I want now. As a boyfriend that is.” Another wash of ego stroking warmth spread within me, not to mention the fact she just made us official. “But you knew I needed a lot of cock. I have told you that as well. You said it was ok. Were you lying?”
Bugger. I was trapped. If I said no then I’d have to go through with it. If I said yes then I’d lose her after only just getting her. Gazing at her hot body I thought about all we had done over the past week, and all that was to come. The anal fuck was great and I really did want to do it again. I enjoyed pissing on her, seeing her splutter as I filled her mouth with my urine. I knew she would do pretty much anything I wanted, but the price was me reciprocating. Remembering my vow to do what she wanted I was glad I had just orgasmed. If I was trying to consider all this when lost in lust and unable to think clearly, when my dick made all the decisions, I would say yes immediately. In fact I was now certain I would say yes to anything she wanted when I was horny. Now I could think. I thought about how I would feel if I lost her, if I couldn’t touch those breasts or taste her sex again. I thought about fingering myself and how good it felt, then how much better it was when she did it. And I noted how I’d been looking for someone to push me, experiment with me, to try new things however dirty. I couldn’t go back on that now. I wouldn’t. How bad could being naked with another guy be anyway?
“Before I answer I have to check something.”
“Go on…”
“You just said boyfriend…” I trailed off, leaving the question unasked.
“Yes Tommy. I’m your girlfriend, if you can keep me happy. If you can get used to other guys.”
I took a deep breath. “I’ll do it.”
She inched forward on her knees, a hopeful look on her pretty face.
“What if you don’t like it?”
“We’ll have to find a way to make me like it. Can you do that?”
She crawled over to me and straddled my lap. I felt her wet lips rubbing against my genitals. She wrapped her arms around me and brought her face right up close to mine. I felt horny again. My heart beat faster.
“Oh yes baby.” She whispered in my ear. “If you really want to like it, and accept that you want to like it, I can make sure you do. But I need to hear you say it, to make me believe it.”
“Okay.” I whispered back. She pulled back and held my gaze with those wonderful brown doe eyes.
“Tell me you want to keep me.”
“I do want to keep you Jenny.”
“And you want me to be satisfied, with all the cock I want?”
“Yes.”
“Say it baby.”
“Yes Jenny, I want to satisfy you. I want you to have all the cock you want.”
“And you’ll let me help you enjoy it as well?”
“I’ll let you help me enjoy it as well.”
“You must trust me Tommy. Do what I say and be open to new things. You said you wanted that.”
“Yes Jenny, I do want to try new things and I trust you. I’ll do what you want.”
She grabbed my neck and pulled me over on top of her. We kissed and hugged, she wrapped her arms and legs around me.
I belonged to Jenny
* * *
Jason and I left the Monday lecture together. I hadn’t seen Jenny on Sunday nor had we exchanged any messages. I did need to concentrate a little on my course, even if it was only something to do to delay getting a job. Art history wasn’t exactly something I cared for. Jason however was very much into it and kept going over some of the things we had just learned. I wasn’t really listening. We made it to the end of his road before I snapped out of my daydreaming. And for once it wasn’t just about sex, it was what I had agreed to.
“I take it you’re coming to mine then?” Said Jason stopping. I bumped into him.
“Oh,” I looked around, realising I had just been following him. “Er…”
“You can if you want.” He laughed. “You’ve been somewhere else all day.” He started towards his house again and I followed.
“Yeh sorry, just thinking about something.”
“Anything I can help with?”
“Doubt it. It’s a bit, er, personal.” He shot me an amused quizzical look. He knew it had to do with ‘the girl’. I hadn’t even told him her name.
“Is it serious?” He asked.
“I don’t really know.”
We made it to his front door and I waited while he fished his keys from his bag. Once inside he made tea and we went straight to his room. Bags got dumped by the door, shoes left where they landed after being kicked off, and we both sat on his bed, backs against the wall. He broke the extended silence.
“So come on then Tom, what’s eating you?” An interesting choice of words I thought. Jason was the only one of my friends with whom I spoke about personal stuff, and I did trust him, but this might be a step too far. He might think I was going funny or something. I made the decision to say something.
“It’s really personal Jas, and a bit embarrassing. You can’t laugh at me or tell anyone.”
“What the hell Tom?” He flashed genuine annoyance. “When have I ever told anyone about anything? Especially the pregnancy scare.” He had a point. After a drunk night I’d pulled this girl who had been trying to get me for ages. We’d fucked in the park without protection. That was the longest three months of my life. So far. Jason had been brilliant and it was true, he’d told no one.
“Yeh, I’m sorry. Okay. Um…” I took a deep breath. “When you, um, play with yourself, do you ever… you know.” I made a show of parting my legs a little and prodding my jeans with my middle finger. He looked confused at first and then realisation dawned. He laughed.
“You mean do I finger my ass when I wank?”
“Yeh.” Heat engulfed me.
“Ha ha, you’ve gone red!” Jason teased, then leaned over and put his arm around my shoulders. “Seriously though, is that it?”
“What do you mean?”
“I thought you’d killed someone or fucked a dog. Jesus!” He patted my shoulder. “And yes I do, all the time. Love it.”
I hadn’t realised I’d tensed up so much until that moment. His blasé admission deflated me and with a sigh I relaxed. Then I snorted a laugh.
“Fuck me I’ve been worrying about it for ages.” Jason’s incredulous look made me feel like an idiot.
“Why?”
“In case it made me, you know. Gay.” Jason now burst out laughing and bent forward, pulling his arm away from my shoulders.
“You fucknut!”
“What? Why?”
“Being gay makes you gay you fucking titwank. Enjoying prostrate stimulation is perfectly normal, for all men.” I paused while he recovered himself.
“That’s not all though.” He maintained his smirk but I could see he was interested.
“Go on…”
“Jenny, my girlfriend…”
“Oh girlfriend now huh? That was quick.”
“Yeh, well, she wants us to have a threesome. With another guy.” He nodded at me, an odd look passing across his handsome face. It was gone in a moment.
“Do it, you’ll love it.”
“Really? But I mean, with another guy. Naked. Together.”
“Tom, I’ve known you many years. You are a dirtbag that has yet to fulfil your desires, god knows what they all are. Try it, go all in and see if it’s for you. If not, don’t do it again.” He patted my thigh like a physical full stop.
“But what if I like it?”
“Do it again.”
“But doesn’t that mean, you know, I like guys?”
“Oh for fucks sake Tom.” He bounced off the bed, frustration obvious. I knew then I was being a bit of a dick. “You’re nineteen. Who gives a crap if you like men or women?”
“You wouldn’t care?” He stared at me for a moment, that odd look flashed again.
“No Tom. I would not.”
“I’m just, not sure. I might like it.”
Jason jumped on the bed and straddled me. He gripped my face with both hands and planted an extended kiss on my lips. I froze. I was used to Jason being touchy feely, we hugged all the time, but this was excessive. Pulling away he returned to sitting beside me. He put his arm back around my shoulders and turned my face to look at him.
“Right then dickwad. Are you gay now?”
“No! ‘Course not.”
“There you are then. Have your threesome and enjoy it. Suck cock. Who cares.” I was unsure why he seemed so annoyed. He got back off the bed and busied himself searching through his PS4 games. I frowned.
“Ever had one yourself?”
“Yep.”
“Enjoy it?”
“Immensely.”
“Why are you pissed at me?”
“Cause your treating this like a major disaster. It’s sex, awesome sex. You are very lucky to have someone who wants to do these things. Many guys can only dream of these things. You’re a twat.”
“Very fucking thanks.” I felt like sulking, then realised how stupid that would be. Jason was right. Of course he was right. “I’m sorry I’m such a pussy.”
Jason turned and smiled at me. He returned to the bed and wrapped an arm around me, again.
“Tom, unless you want to spend all your life with a guy you are not gay even if you have sex with men. In fact, being in a relationship with a guy doesn’t even make you gay. You are gay if you say you are, period. You like pussy, so if you want to label yourself, you’re bi. Which annoys me because bi people have the widest selection.” With a squeeze of my shoulders he returned to the console games, selected one, and fired up the PS4.
I stayed at his for the evening finally leaving at about eight. We didn’t discuss it again and returned to our normal inane babble. Jason had given me a lot to think about, which is all I did while we played GTA, and on the walk home. Sat on my own bed my curiosity got the better of me and I searched online for MMF threesomes. Jason was right; they looked a lot of fun.
* * *
I returned to Jenny’s on Tuesday evening. She had her own two floor apartment and forgetting for the moment the awesome sex, filthy acts, and hot girlfriend, having a place away from my parents and sister was great. I could relax properly. Jenny had this rule that if it was warm enough, and we were alone, then we had to wear only underwear. I thought this was unfair as my nipples were on show while hers were not, and after a hot and sweaty bout of normal vaginal sex, this was the discussion. It was difficult to concentrate because she sat there in a pair of tiny black and white cotton panties and a tight crop top that squashed her B-cup breasts. This only heightened her erect nipples. She knew this of course. The discussion had gone on for several minutes when she decided to break the stalemate.
“Okay, I have a deal for you.” A naughty smirk plastered across her face. She twirled her long brown hair with a finger.
“I’m listening…”
“I’ll go topless if you wear a pair of my panties.”
“Ha! No Way!” My cock twitched.
“Go on, it’s just us.”
“I’m not wearing your panties babe. I’m not a sissy.”
“Oh Tommy it doesn’t mean you’re a sissy. I’m not asking you to wear stockings and a skirt. Just panties. I like cute guys in panties.”
“No.” Despite my denial, I did begin to wonder what it felt like. Just a little innocent curiosity. “Since when do you like guys in panties?”
“Since ever hot cock. I’ve got loads of pictures in my porn collection.” She smirked. “It makes cute guys cuter.”
“You have a porn collection?” I asked, disbelief quite evident in my tone.
“Of course.” She responded in a matter of fact tone, as though I were the idiot for questioning this state of affairs. “Every self-respecting cock slut has a porn collection.” I was astonished. For some reason I never considered girls having porn collections. I thought they were all about the mental fantasy, not the visual.
“Can I see?”
“No!”
“Why not?”
“You’ll run a mile baby.” She looked like she now regretted mentioning it.
“I promise I won’t.”
“No.” That was final. We’ll see. “Now stop changing the subject. Wear my panties and look cute for me.” I grinned. Got her.
“I will with two conditions.” She raised her eyebrows while I continued counting them off on my fingers. “One; you are naked the whole time I have them on, and two; you show me your porn collection. Unrestricted.” She remained silent and I knew she was considering it. I’d see how much she wanted me to wear her underwear now.
“I get to choose the panties.” She said at last.
“Done.” I’d got access to her porn collection. I won.
She ran from the room and returned carrying something small and pink. She stretched them out for me to see. My smugness at winning dissipated. She held out a pair of what she called ‘boy shorts’, boxer short like panties but much smaller. They were pink cotton with a wide white waistband on which was printed small pink hearts. Over the groin in script style white font they said ‘lil princess’. I had to admit they looked cute, on her. I couldn’t see how they would look good on me with my sizable bulge and yet I was getting several twinges from my cock. And my mild curiosity at how it would feel was still present. I sighed, stood and removed my black boxers. My dick was already at half-mast, which of course she noticed.
“Oh, I think someone might be hiding a fetish.” I made an unamused face at her, snatched the underwear, and pulled them on. They were strangely comfortable. The realisation hit me like a train and I just stood there while Jenny walked a circle around me. It was clear her appraisal was positive.
“Mmmmm baby. You are fucking cute.” She pulled her top off and thrust her own panties down over her knees, letting them drop the rest of the way. She grinned at me and held her arms out presenting herself. “There.”
My dick continued to stiffen and I rearranged myself, pointing it to my left hip and tucking it in. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bedroom, positioning me in front of her wall mirror.
“Check yourself out cutie pie.” I did. I looked odd and yet somehow, sweet. Sexy in an innocent, forbidden kind of way. I turned and saw them covering only half my ass cheeks, the lower half available to be slapped. It’s why I liked this kind of underwear on girls. I caught myself enjoying them moment. Stop it you stupid fuck. I told myself, then stared at Jenny.
“Well?” I prompted. She stared at me in confusion. “Porn?”
She folded hers across her breasts as though to challenge me, so I hooked my thumbs into the panties and started pushing them down.
“Okay, okay.” She held her hands up and fetched her laptop. I stood there while she started it, typed in her password, and located the folder. She threw it on the bed and I could tell she was angry. “There. Enjoy. I’m going for a shower and I hope you’re still here when I get back.”
What? Surely it couldn’t be that bad could it? I sat down resting against the wall, pulling my knees up and resting it there. Her collection was huge. I was gobsmacked. Folder after folder, all catalogued into different subjects or sex acts; Anal, boys in panties, men fucking girls, men fucking guys, one girl and two or more guys, oral (both gay and straight), solo men, it went on and on. The lesbians folder was a bit bare, just twenty or so pictures and two movie clips, which of course I watched. The gang fuck folder was split into three, a girl taking it and a guy taking it, but by far the fullest folder was girl and guy taking it from a big group. There were over a thousand pictures and videos. I watched a few and my hardness started throbbing. One showed a girl and a guy in the 69 position, her on top, while a large group of men took it in turns to fuck them in the ass. Another had the guy sat in a chair watching his wife get spit roasted. As they both ejaculated on her face she looked over at the guy and told him to lick it off before it was his go.
I couldn’t believe what she was into. Then, once I’d thought about it, about her original advert that attracted me, what we had done since, I did believe it. I was now confused about what made me contact her. Was it her hot body or the possibility of bi sex? It must have been her body, surely? I’d never thought about guys in my life. Now here I was rock hard to what was essentially gay porn.
Like a driver can’t help rubber necking an accident I continued to trawl through. A pissing folder had mainly videos of boys and girls getting covered in, and drinking piss while a large bukkake folder showed both women and young men covered in cum. One video showed a Japanese boy receive 100 cum shots, I know this because it had a counter. Another folder showed insertions, all sorts of things pushed into pussies and asses including; candles (lit), vegetables, dildos, Coke bottles, broom handles, even a lava lamp. A bondage folder included bound boys and girls, either being whipped or otherwise beaten, or fucked. Candle wax dripping and nipple clamps seemed to be another favourite. Collared boys was a huge collection. Some had plastic contraptions on their cocks but all had one thing in common; the woman was making them do gay stuff. She had a folder containing pictures of girls with cocks. Not just lady boys, really convincing girls with big dicks.
The final two folders, xx my guys and xxx my baby, contained images of amateur guys and all the pics I had sent her. I presumed the other guys were previous conquests which a random selection confirmed. One seemed familiar somehow and I assumed I’d seen him online, but I couldn’t place it. I found a series which showed her being nailed in all three holes at once, and someone else was taking the pictures. And a video. I played it. She straddled a guy laying on this very bed, his cock in her pussy, another behind her pounding her ass and her sucking on a third standing on the bed in front of her. She took the dick out of her mouth only to scream in either pleasure or pain, beg for more, and gobble down on it again. Other pictures showed men wearing her underwear or getting fucked by her with a strapon.
I had a disgusting cock hungry whore for a girlfriend. I was so turned on I could feel and see the pre-cum wetting the panties. My cock throbbed and my ass tingled. I ran for the bathroom, both angry and in a state of incredible horniness, like a drug high. My heart thumped and my cock throbbed. All my fantasies flashed through my mind at once and became mingled with the porn pictures. Me on the floor servicing a guy. Jenny with a real dick up my ass, me licking a girls’ pussy while fucking Jenny. Her drinking my piss. I was panting by the time I reached the top of the stairs and lost in a cocktail of aggression and enormous arousal I burst through the door.
She had a walk in shower and she didn’t even look up as I stomped into the cubicle. She turned and I slapped her face sending her head flying around. I grabbed and handful of hair and hooked my foot behind her knee, yanking it forward. She fell to one knee and I used her hair to force her face to the ground. With my spare hand I hooked the panties under my balls, moved around behind her, and forced my cock up her asshole. She cried out and I didn’t care if it was in pain. I pounded her, slamming home as hard as I could, ignoring my own initial pain because of a lack of lubrication. She struggled for a bit under me but I gripped her neck and held tight, pulling her head back with her hair. She stopped struggling and wailed, then grunted.
“Like fucking cock do you slut?” I shouted, ramming home with such force we jumped across the tiled floor. “Do you, you fucking dirty cunt?”
“Yes!” She screamed.
“Fucking say it! You’re a nasty fucking whore!”
“I’m a nasty fucking whore!”
“A fucking cock starved slut cunt!”
“Yes… yes… I’m a cock starved slut cunt! FUCK ME!”
I slammed and pounded, the water pouring over my head on onto her back. Knowing she wasn’t going anywhere I let go of her neck and hair and gripped her hips.
“Wanna make me a fucking cock slut too don’t you? DON’T YOU?”
“YES! Yes I do!” My hips slapped into her ass and I watched those pert cheeks wobble every time I drilled home.
I couldn’t last long. This was the worst and hottest thing I’d ever done. Rape crossed my mind but I couldn’t stop. I was building fast.
“Admit it, you want to make me love cock? SAY IT!”
“I do! Uh…uh… yes… I..uh… admit it. Aaaahhhh! Oh, oh , oh. FUCK, FUCK! AHHHHHHH!”
I came, firing powerful jets of spunk into her ass. Five, six, seven thrusts decreasing in severity, and with every one my realisation at what I had done increased. The high of orgasm fast turned into guilt and shame. Panting I slipped out of her ass and sat back against the wall, the hot water pouring into my lap. Jenny collapsed face down on the tiled floor. I wanted to cry and beg her forgiveness. I was a complete shit. A real nasty fuck. I’d go to prison, I knew I had done wrong and I deserved it. I was about to say something when she rolled over, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. She looked drunk.
“That. Was. Awesome!” She scrabbled across the slippery floor and buried her head in my groin, sucking my flaccid penis into her mouth and sucking it.
“W…what?” I pushed her head away. “You liked it? But I basically raped you. I’m so sorry. I’m….”
“Fuck off Tommy. That was an awesome ass fuck.” She stood and switched off the shower. “Not the longest of course.”
“You… I… what? You came?”
“Yeh, didn’t you feel me spray?” I hadn’t. I guess the hot water masked that.
“I’m sorry Jenny.” She offered me a hand and helped me stand. Then she slapped me hard leaving a red and stinging cheek.
“Don’t ever apologise for fucking your fuck toy.” Then she kissed where she slapped, grabbed a towel, and started to dry herself. “Holy shit my legs are shaking!”
I remained leaning against the wall watching her. Did she really enjoy that? Was she pretending because she was afraid and would report me when I left? My eyes were staring at her breasts but my mind was whirling with doubts and shame. It was when she started drying me that I realised I was in a trance, but it didn’t stop. I couldn’t get the fact out of my mind that I had raped Jenny.
“Take the panties off baby, we’ll get some dry ones.” I complied without question. She finished drying me and led me to the bedroom, taking care to help me downstairs. Once there she picked a pair of yellow and blue girl briefs and helped me into them.
“What was it that angered you?” She asked. When I didn’t respond she grabbed my chin and lifted my head. “The porn Tommy. What was it that angered you?”
“I deserve to be punished. I’m so sorry Jenny.” I couldn’t stop. I had never attacked a girl in my life. I wasn’t even that sort of person. Violent porn had never turned me on. I did deserve to be punished somehow. Holding my face she tried to get me to look at her but my vision was misty. She nodded.
“Alright. On your knees.” I did as I was told in an instant. I heard her rooting around on one of her drawers. She came back with several pink bands of some description. Then I felt her attaching them to my wrists and ankles. Another moment passed and I felt one being wrapped around my neck. My trance was starting to lift, intrigue beating it into submission. I was pulled into a standing position and pushed backwards onto the bed. She pulled down the panties she had only just put on, and replaced them with something tiny, pink and frilly. My wrists were linked to my ankles and she used a few of her thin dress belts to attach each ankle to the bed posts, keeping my legs wide open. With me tied up she left the room returning a moment later with a black marker pen. She drew stuff on my body.
“Your punishment.” She said, and started taking pictures with her phone. “Smile for me baby.” I did the best I could.
After a few minutes and several different angled shots she went back to her drawer of toys and pulled out a very long red dildo with a flared middle. With my senses coming back to me I watched her lube one end of it up, pull my panties to one side and without any care as to whether I was ready, force it in my ass. I screamed and wailed as my tight hole felt like it had been ripped open. Then came the ache as my sphincter struggled to adjust to the intruder. Jenny stood back and took more pictures. After countless shots she nodded in satisfaction and sat on the bed behind me. I heard her tapping on her laptop for a bit, a wait, then a bit more tapping.
“There.” She said, moving to my left side and unclipping my wrist. “Pictures of you safely stored in three locations. You can delete them from my phone and laptop, but not the third place.” She bent my arm at the elbow and pushed it up by my head. My wrist was clipped to the back of the collar so my elbow stuck outwards. She moved to the other side and repeated with my right wrist.
“Why?” I asked in a soft, submissive voice. She started untying my ankles from the bed.
“Because Tommy, if you don’t snap out of this idiotic self-loathing for doing nothing wrong, I’ll send those pictures to your friends and family.” A surge of adrenalin got my heart beating faster. “Want to see them?”
I nodded and once my feet were free she helped me stand and turned me to face her laptop on the bed. She started a slideshow. I saw first what she had written. Between my nipples and pubic bone were several phrases in big black letters; cocksucker, cum dump, fuck toy, cum in my ass, and the biggest phrase right on my chest; ‘I’m a hole for pleasing men’. Then I saw the dildo buried in me which led me to the panties, or rather lingerie. They were pink and mostly see through, heart and swirl patterns barely contained my genitals, with frilly pink lace around the leg holes. The final thing I noticed was the collar; it had cockslave printed in silver on it. My humiliation was total and yet I was aroused. Why the fuck would I be aroused? She stopped the slide show and had me stand at the end of the bed, the dildo still in my ass. She sat at the head end, back to the headboard, and legs wide apart. I could see her pussy was glistening. Her nipples were fully erect. She was loving this!
“Right then cock slave, talk.” She demanded, the laptop on her lap facing away from me. “What in my porn collection turned you angry?” I wasn’t going to get out of this one, and just let it all out.
“All of it…”
“No I mean…”
“Wait. All of it turned me on. All of it, even the bits with the men. I got hard looking that Japanese guy taking 100 cum shots. I got turned on watching men fuck each other and that women get spit roasted then turn to the guy and tell him to lick the cum up. I started to ooze cum when I watched those three guys nailing you on this bed, all thee of your holes taking cock.” I paused.
“Right…and…?”
“And?” Didn’t she get it? “And why the hell would I get hard watching all that? Why the hell would I want to watch gay stuff? I had a hard on watching men fucking you Jenny. I imagined you telling me to lick cum off your body and it aroused me. What the fuck is wrong with me? That made me angry.” She frowned and considered this.
“But angry enough to rape my ass?” I sighed.
“No. What pushed me over the edge was the other pictures. The ones of boys in panties, the vast collection of men being forced into gay stuff by women. Your collection of all the guys who have fucked you. The pictures of you fucking them with a strapon Jenny. Then it hit me. You want to turn me into a fucking fag. That’s what pushed me over the edge.”
“No.” I stared at her. What did she mean no?
“What the fuck?”
“That’s not what happened Tommy.” Before I could interrupt with another pointless exclamation, she continued. “You got turned on by it all and you weren’t thinking straight. Sure you might be a bit put out that I apparently want to you to be a fag, and you’ve got the wrong idea there by the way, but you were more horny than angry. I’ve tapped into something within you haven’t I?”
I glared at her hoping to burn into her brain with my magical superman stare. It wasn’t working. I took a deep breath and calmed down enough to realise how stupid the situation was. I was stood naked except for a pair of pink knickers, my wrists tied to the back of my neck, and hard core gay messages written across my body. Not to mention the big bit of cock shaped rubber somehow not slipping from my ass. Trying to look angry and frightening wasn’t going to work. She put the laptop to one side and crawled across the bed toward me. Despite everything her hot body and obvious slutiness was arousing me. Again.
“Baby.” She cooed, kneeling up and running a finger around my nipple. “You’ve nothing to worry about. Why would I want to turn you gay? That would mean I don’t get you anymore? And I really want you.”
“Well what the fuck do you want?” I was exasperated. “I’m lost!”
“Tommy baby. I want a guy like me so I can share these experiences. Yes I want you to love cock, but also to love me. Together we can get nailed, or tied up, or control male slaves. I don’t want you to be my slave permanently, just sometimes. I want you to dominate me as well, just like in the shower. I want us to dare each other and push each other. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
I bit back my instant reply. She was right. I did want to be pushed. I thought back to my response to her advert. Christ, was it less than a month ago? All those girls I’d had, all of them, every one. They did bore me. Why? It was now obvious. Me. I wasn’t into them beyond getting them to drop their knickers. After that I needed something more. Every single time. And here was a girl who was keeping me running back to her like a puppy. Part of it was how nasty she was, part how hot, but those weren’t the only reasons. My head spun and I felt like I was falling down a well and realised, with a sense of dread, what the other attraction was. Why I had responded to an advert on Craigslist for the first time ever. Why, with such speed I had engaged in shall we say, non hetero acts. And why my cock was now at full attention. I hung my head in shame.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure? You don’t look very happy about it.”
“I’m not. I don’t want to be gay, yet…”
“Yet?” Prodded Jenny after an extended pause.
“Yet I have been turned on by the thought of it.” A quite unnecessary satisfied smile spread across her lips. A thought occurred. “Promise me you’ll keep this secret?”
“Of course!” Her expression changed to one of offended surprise. “As if I’d let this out! Only you, me and the many men we have sex with will know about it.”
“I’m not fucking kidding Jenny.”
“Woah, okay! Baby relax. I will not let it out. Do you think I want my family knowing what a slut I am?”
I signed and visibly deflated. “How the hell have I changed so much in just a few weeks?” She caressed my face and pecked mini kisses to my lips.
“You haven’t baby. You’ve been released. Now you can enjoy yourself.” She set about unclipping my wrists from the back of the collar. “Hey, did you wonder why the dildo was so long?” I rubbed my wrists and stretched my arms.
“It scared me, I thought you were going to try and force it all in.”
“No baby.” A light push forward and I was kneeling on the bed. Another shove in the back and I was on all fours. “Crawl to the far corner of the bed for me baby.”
I did as she asked so I was facing the right bed post while kneeling in the middle. I looked over my shoulder at her to find her fingering her own ass. She stopped after a couple of seconds and I realised she was lubing herself. She then climbed onto the bed, turned away from me and backed her ass towards mine. Then I knew what the dildo was. Her hand reached around and positioned the other end of it against her asshole. I looked at her, she winked at me, then pushed back against it. I felt it nudging further inside me and I watched it disappear into her until our ass cheeks squashed together. At first slow but with increasing speed and force, she pulled away from me then then backed up again, a hand on my hip encouraging me to do the same. The thing had been in my ass for a while now and I had got used to the size. There was no pain, but to my delight, there was pleasure. A lot of it. I was quick to get into the rhythm and within minutes we were slapping into each other to the tune of grunts and moans.
I was amazed at how much I enjoyed it and even more surprised when she pulled away, letting the double ender slip out her ass, and I begged her not to stop.
“Stay where you are baby.” She panted and rummaged in her drawer. I shifted position to relieve a little cramp and stroked my cock. My hand brushed the frilly edging of the knickers reminding me that I was wearing them.
“Can I take these knickers off?” I asked.
“No! Stay there…” She bounced back onto the bed and positioned herself behind me. I felt her tugging at the dildo and my sphincter clenched as she pulled it out slowly, twisting a little to ease the passage. It popped out and I heard it thunk to the floor as she threw it away. Then another dildo was against my hole and it slipped in easily. I could feel it was bigger but not by much.
“This is your first ass fuck baby, I hope you enjoy it.” Her fingers gripped my hips and she pushed in a slow and controlled thrust until her hips hit my ass. Her strapon was fully inside me. A careful pull back and she pumped me again, harder this time. I groaned as it hit the sweet spot then continued to burrow into me. Then again, and again, each time a little faster or harder but not aggressive. Each time I grunted, surprised at how much both getting fucked and bending over in total submission turned me on. Even wearing the panties was now arousing me, as well as the humiliation of them and the phrases written on my body. After a little while of her careful introduction something changed, and it was sudden. One moment I was still getting used to it and the next I was desperate for a proper fucking. My ass seemed to stop resisting, opening up and welcoming the penetration. I wanted to get fucked. Quite without intent I began pushing back against her thrusts and she took the cue, drilling me properly, like the guys in the movies.
“Mmmm see baby!” She breathed. “You like that now don’t you?”
“Ye…es!” I was already panting, my voice jumping as she ploughed into me.
“Oh yeh baby, take that cock! You like that cock in your ass baby?”
“Yes…uh….”
“Say it!” She demanded.
“I like co…ock in my ass!”
“Oh baby I love you!” With that she increased both the speed and force of her fucking, ramming me hard and deep as I backed up into her. I was wailing almost constantly now. My erection bounced and swung around beneath me and I could feel myself on the build up to coming.
“Are you my little cock sucker baby?”
“Yes!”
“You’re a little cock whore like me ain’t ya?” I wasn’t sure about that and didn’t answer, but my cock was doing all the thinking and this was something I would definitely do again. And again. She slapped my ass.
“Ain’t ya, cock whore?”
“Yes.”
“Say it cock whore, say it!”
“I’m a cock whore.” She punched me between the shoulders and then pushed down. I bent my elbows and collapsed my face to the bed. It was hard to believe but she drilled in deeper and I took it all, pushing my ass back and up. Just a minute or two more and I felt the rush.
“Fuck! I’m gonna cum! Ahhhhhhh… ahhh…” With a scream I shot spunk onto the bed, firing rope after rope in lines at all angles as my cock flew around. Jenny slowed her thrusts but made them harder, slamming in with a grunt of her own and rocking my whole body. I squeezed the last drops from my cock with involuntary convulsions and shuddered as she pulled the strapon from my ass. I sank down onto the bed and felt the cool slime beneath my softening dick. I took several deep breaths to recover and as my high evaporated I realised my ass was already aching.
“Holy fuck.” I said.
Her only response was, “mmmmm.”
I rolled over to find her sucking on the dildo. What a nasty fucking slut. I was in love.
* * *
An hour later and I was still wearing the knickers and collar, laying on my back on the bed with my legs wide apart and my erection pointing straight up, the panties pushed to one side. Jenny was sat between my legs with her feet on my thighs. I’d watched her finger herself to orgasm and scream like a banshee as she sprayed all over my genitals and belly. It was the second time since I’d been ass fucked. Watching her was super hot and I knew that porn would no longer cut it. After a few moments she had recovered but didn’t move.
“Oh wow Tommy. What a night!” I smiled and nodded. Had it really only been one night? “Promise me one thing?”
“What?”
“Don’t feel bad about earlier okay? I’m your fuck slut, it’s not possible rape me as I give you permission to do what you want any time. Okay?” Fuck. Wow. Dirty fucking whore. I love you. “Okay?” She repeated.
“Okay.”
“Now be honest…. The ass fuck…” She left the question hanging. I paused to confirm with myself that what I was about to say was true. Yep. I didn’t know how or why, or why the change had been so sudden, but I wanted it again. I’d take it right now in fact.
“I loved it.”
“Really?”
“Yep.”
“What did you love about it?” This I knew the answer to.
“The humiliation of bending over and being penetrated. The position. The sluttiness. And the feeling of a hard cock in my ass. It’s all wrong, which makes it erotic.” I’d never seen her smile so wide in the short time I had known her.
“That’s what I love as well. That and the fact I’m worshipping cock!” She giggled, then climbed off the bed. “Gotta pee.”
“Wait!” I said and leapt off the bed after her. “Don’t waste it.”
* * *
I was nervous as hell for two very good reasons; Jason and Jenny were meeting for the first time and I had accepted a dare to wear Jenny’s panties for the whole night. I hadn’t considered standing at the urinals and ended up using a cubicle every time I needed a piss.
It was a week after my first anal experience and I was now an expert at taking Jenny’s strapon. We’d had sex every night but before I was allowed in her pussy I had to take a pounding or suck her dildo, while convincing her how much I love cock. Despite her apartment being on the end of a terrace and her promises that the walls were thick, I’m certain the neighbour had heard me begging for more. The lessons in cock sucking were long, and I after I’d taken my first deep throat and gagged, I’d been allowed to beat her ass with my belt.
The evening seemed to be going well and my girlfriend and best friend were deep in conversation whenever I went to the bar. I was a little wary of leaving them alone. Jenny was wearing tight jeans and a knitted jumper that could be seen through when close enough, giving the viewer small peeks at her hard nipples. I knew she was going out without wearing a bra, but I didn’t think it would turn her on this much. I was concerned she would make a play for Jason but I needn’t have worried. It seemed Jason had control of his eyes and I didn’t once catch him looking at her chest.
We parted at the closing of the pub and walked the opposite way to Jason, further into town.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Surprise.” She said and grabbed my hand. After a few turns and a shortcut through an alleyway we arrived at another pub which appeared to be still open.
“Late licence.” She said and wandered in. It was loud and dark but flashing and rotating disco lights provided enough light to see. A disco track thumped through my chest. There was a haze in the room preventing a clear view and it smelled like a dry ice machine. Jenny ordered us drinks and pulled me into a corner deep inside the pub. There seemed to be a lot of foot traffic passing us.
“Look around, what do you notice?” She said. I did, and at first nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but as my eyes adjusted and through momentary clearing of the haze I saw it. Very few women and plenty of topless guys.
“Jenny, is this a gay pub?” I was right up against her ear and still needed to shout to be heard. She nodded and smiled. “Why?”
“Just for fun. Enjoy yourself baby, no one knows you.”
“Fuck Jenny I live round here!”
“Who cares! Ever come in here?”
“That’s not the point!”
“It is Tommy, and stop being such a baby.” I sulked for a bit but it’s difficult to be angry to disco music. I gave up and inquired what I was supposed to do.
“Take your top off baby.” I froze and she started tugging at my t-shirt, pulling it up to my chest. “Come on Tommy, look around, loads of guys are topless.” I raised my arms and allowed her to pull it over my head and stuff it in her bag. What in the hell am I doing? I thought but I couldn’t deny the buzz that this was generating. Something new, naughty, secret, and the possibility of being caught.
She grabbed my hand and led me around some of the less crowded parts to a large raised dais taking up a corner. Several chairs and tables were occupied and we stood at the edge. We’d been there just a few moments when I felt my ass being squeezed. Jenny held up both her hands and wiggled her fingers, smiling. I spun around to find a middle aged guy checking me out. He reached out to brush my chest and I jumped back, knocking into Jenny.
“Relax baby. Let them grope you.”
“What? What the fuck?”
“Tommy, I want to see men groping you. Stand there and take it.”
“No fucking way.”
“Pictures Tommy, pictures.” The very mention of those pictures guaranteed my submission. While she promised me she would never show them, she had throughout the week mentioned them when I refused to take another ass fucking. I didn’t want to push her and find out whether she really would pass them on. Besides, her being in control was hot. Up until now. I still couldn’t get rid of the buzz that was building within me. My cock was already fighting my panties and jeans for release. I turned back to find the guy had gone.
I’d bought another drink and returned to her before another guy came over. He was topless and his toned chest and smattering of neat hair was, I had to admit, pretty hot. He was slim and sported an amused expression. It cause light creases at the corners of his eyes making his young face seem older. His jeans were black and tight. He came right up to my face then turned to Jenny. He pointed at me.
“Is he yours?” He said. I raised my eyebrows but he ignored me.
“Yup. Hot eh?” She replied, speaking across my face.
“Yeh, cute. Top or bottom?”
“Whatever I tell him to do.” She beamed, almost as though she was proud, I thought. The guy’s smile got wider.
“Exclusive?”
“I like to watch.” The guy nodded and looked at me, placing his hand on my chest, his little finger coming to rest on my right nipple. The touch sent shivers of excitement direct through my body. He leaned in and brushed his cheek against mine until his lips touched my ear, his stubble rough.
“Follow me cutie.” He said just loudly enough for me to hear, turned, and started walking towards the toilets. I looked at Jenny. She nodded and indicated I should follow. I did and Jenny followed me. The guy led us past the toilets and through a heavy black curtain. We emerged into a much darker corridor, dimly lit in red and without flashing lights. On either side were more black curtains, from some of which emerged a shout or loud moan. He led us halfway down, stopped, turned and indicated to his left. I stopped in front of him and saw that the drawn curtain revealed small room, like a large changing room in a clothes shop. Jenny pushed me inside and came in after. She took up position in the corner and placed her bag at her feet. The guy winked at Jenny and pulled the curtain across, cutting us off from the corridor. The noise dropped further to the point where we could talk normally and just be heard.
“I’m Will, but you can call me sir.” I looked at Jenny who nodded. Whatever he says she mouthed.
“Um, okay… sir.”
“You like cock?” He asked unbuttoning his jeans. Again I looked at Jenny who licked her lips and nodded.
“Uh… yes…sir.”
“Good boy. Kneel.” After a brief pause I did so, and found the floor had a cushioning effect against my knees. I was now level with his groin and watched as he popped his fly buttons one by one. My own cock was now painful, desperate to be allowed out and come to full hardness. To my surprise my mouth was watering and I realised Jenny’s lessons had made me want it. This was it. I was going to taste my first cock. I looked up at Jenny and found her staring at me, her hand down her jeans fingering herself. DO IT she mouthed at me and when I didn’t look back at him she followed it up with PICTURES.
I turned to him again and saw his buttons were open and he was pushing his jeans down, revealing a pair of green and white briefs just containing a very large bulge. Once past his knees the jeans slid down to the floor.
“Over to you cock sucker.” He said, and reached out to put his hand on top of my head, encouraging me closer. I could smell him, a pungent scent of ball sweat and pre-cum, at least that’s what I assumed. I was surprised to find it turned me on rather than make me back away. I brought my face closer until my nose touched his bulge, then tilted my head and kissed it. His briefs were soft against my lips and the manly smell made my heart race. Underneath the material he was hard and it was stretching his briefs. I looked again at Jenny. She was still fingering herself and now her other hand was inside her jumper squeezing her nipples. She made frantic ‘go on then’ faces at me.
I took a deep breath, and with my heart thudding in my chest and my cock fighting against my panties and jeans, I hooked a finger of each hand into the waistband of his underwear and tugged them down. My own actions mesmerised me. It first revealed a neat but thick crop of dark pubic hair. Pulling further showed the base of his cock and I stared as I uncovered more. When I got to the head it popped out from its confinement and hit me in the face. I didn’t back away, letting it bounce around and hit me twice more. He was about the same size as me, just over seven inches, but where mine was arrow straight, his curved up a bit. He was also thicker than me and his foreskin was already pulled back revealing his glistening engorged helmet. The smell of pre-cum was strong now. I felt a little dizzy.
“You like that cock sucker?” I nodded. Maintaining his hold of the top of my head, he grabbed his dick with his free hand and started slapping me in the face with it. I couldn’t help myself. I smiled.
“Your little slut likes it Jenny.” He said over his shoulder while keeping his eyes locked on me. I didn’t have time to wonder how he knew her name as he commanded I lick his balls. Besides, I was far too horny for anything other than this cock to matter to me right now. Without hesitation I ran my tongue over his hairless balls, from underneath to the base of his cock. Then I repeated.
“Give my balls a thorough wash then you may suck me off.”
It was difficult for me to understand why I was being suckered into these gay acts so quickly, but such was my excitement at kneeling in front of a stranger while licking his scrotum I couldn’t help myself. I was in this now and knew that I would go all the way. I was scared of course. Scared of being rubbish for sure but far more wary of what he would make me do. I felt him shift my head forward and got started.
I used the flat of my whole tongue and licked hard. From under his balls and around the sides. His sweat was strong here and I could detect hints of piss, but the degradation was stimulating in a way I never thought possible. I wanted more. After cleaning his balls I sucked each into my mouth one at a time and tugged them away from him, just a little. I was getting into this and started to get carried away, trying to French kiss his scrotum and pushing my tongue further under his balls than I needed to and feeling where his ass cheeks came together. I’d nearly licked his ass, and my heart beat another drum solo.
“Tell him to take his jeans off.” Jenny said, overloud as she got carried away with fingering herself. I stopped licking and shot her a look. Her jeans were now open and halfway down her thighs while her hand worked in a furious fucking motion inside her panties. NO I mouthed. YES she mouthed back.
“Do what she says cock sucker.” Demanded Will, and slapped me in the face with his cock. I didn’t want to but I was powerless in the face of my own arousal and without standing, I undid my jeans and pausing to take a deep breath, which filled my nostrils with his glorious scent, I pushed them down to my knees. I looked up at him and waited. He smiled when he saw my panties.
“Cute and a faggot huh? Good faggot. You may suck me.”
I took one last long look at his cock, curving upward towards my eyes. His big fat head slick with oozing pre-cum. Hoping I was going to be good enough, I gripped it, feeling the soft warm skin over the hardness underneath, and licked from base to tip. Then again, and again before I couldn’t stand it any further and gobbled him up, pushing my face into his pubic hair and allowing his helmet to touch my throat. I gagged but held it, just as Jenny had shown me. I ran my tongue around the head then flicked at his piss slit and just underneath. I felt the vibrations of him moaning above me and started sucking. First slow then quicker, bobbing my head to the rhythm of his hips. Both his hands gripped handfuls of my hair and held me stable while he pumped my face. I kept getting lost in the act and had to remind myself things that Jenny had taught me; suction, wetter the better, lose the teeth (unless he asks), concentrate on the helmet and especially under it, be a fucking slut and enjoy having your mouth full of cock. And I was enjoying it. I was enjoying it to a level I had never thought possible. It was amazing and I knew then and there I was a cock sucker. With renewed vigour I doubled down on my sucking and with hair being pulled and frequent gagging for lack of air, I sucked like my life depended on it, spit oozing from my lips and dribbling down my chin. Within minutes I heard Jenny start to cry out and I knew she would come soon. As if they had synchronised Will also started moaning and groaning louder, and moments later he shouted.
“I’m gonna cum!” He pulled back from me and had just cleared my mouth when he erupted, firing shots of hot semen onto my face. At that moment Jenny screamed and I knew she was orgasming. I stayed on my knees, spunk running off my chin and dripping onto my chest. My left eyelid was half closed protecting my eye from a wayward spurt of semen.
“Ho fuck!” Said Will after a few moments recovering. “You are good.”
I looked over to Jenny and saw her leaning in the corner panting, her eyes closed and face turned upwards. Her hand was motionless but still inside her underwear. I turned back to Will who remained leaning against the partition, his jeans and underwear still around his knees. His dick hung limp.
“You… you enjoyed it?” I asked in part because I was surprised that he did but also because I wanted to have pleased him. He looked down at me, locking eyes, and smiled.
“Yes. You’re a natural.” He pulled his underwear up and I felt a little sad that his cock was now hidden again. I wanted to look at it some more. I reached out and caressed his genitals through the material. With a gentle grip he moved my hand away. “You’ll be seeing me again cock sucker. I promise.”
I was still kneeling on the floor with my face covered in Will’s cum after he’d left. Now Jenny stood in front of me and wiped a finger through the jellied spunk. She sucked it off her finger. She pulled another bit and made me suck it. It tasted different to mine, a bit sharper perhaps, but it also seemed thicker. Then using four fingers she rubbed the remainder all over my face and forehead.
“Leave it until we get home,” She grinned at me. “You filthy slut.”
* * *
At close to 3am we were just climbing into bed having fucked and showered each other. It was only now I’d begun to worry about Will’s sperm in my mouth and mentioned this.
“You mean you didn’t recognise him?” Said Jenny, an astonished look on her face.
“No. Where from?”
“All the pictures of me and those guys of course. He’s been nailing my ass for years.”
“W…what? You mean… he’s an ex?”
“Oh come on Tommy, not this again.” She snuggled up to me, her hot body fresh and warm against my skin and her breasts squashed against my chest. “Not a boyfriend no. He’s gay but he’s uses my ass when he can’t get, or doesn’t want, a bloke. And I of course love it.”
Then something clicked. “You set that up. Tonight in the club.”
“Of course. You don’t think I’d give you to a random stranger do you?” She sucked at my nipple. “Much as I’d love to give myself to strangers, we have to consider our health. All the guys who fuck me are regularly tested and we’ve all sworn to be safe with others we have until they get tested. That’s why you had one.”
This was all both very obvious and a total shock.
“He asked you if we were, what was the word, exclusive?”
“Yes, code word. If I didn’t think you were ready I’d have said we were exclusive. But I thought you were ready, and boy were you ever.
“Wait, guys? Plural? How many?”
“Six, seven including me. And now eight including you.” I was speechless for minutes before an endless stream of questions fell over themselves in my head, all desperate to be answered. Very few would be.
“Are they all… gay?”
“Hell no. Will is gay, and so is Toby. Steve says he’s bi but hardly ever fucks my pussy and his roommate, Cody, says he never pulls girls, only boys. Cody himself is bisexual. Anthony and Trey are boyfriends but still love girls, and they’ve fucked me the most. They’re my favourites.” She looked up and me and bit her lower lip. She answered my next question before I got a chance to ask. “I’ve not seen them since I met you, and they want to get back to business with me. And desperate to fuck you too Tommy.”
I took a moment to let that sink in. “Me?”
“Yeh. Tonight was hot, but Will says you really are an awesome cock sucker.”
“When did he say that?”
“Text me. Really wants to be the first of the group to fuck you baby. Would you like that?”
“Yes.” I said it so quick I hadn’t even engaged my brain, it just slipped out. I thought about it, then affirmed. “Yes.”
“The others are keen as well.”
“Er… how? I mean, how do they know what I look like?” She took a deep breath before replying.
“I’ve been a bit naughty Tommy and I want you to think before you react okay?” I nodded, wary. “Right then. Well you see… all those pictures you took of yourself and sent me, remember them?” A sinking feeling engulfed me. “Well I’ve been sharing them with the boys. Before you get angry, if you were going to be part of our group, they all needed to find you hot.”
I remained silent. My initial reaction was of course humiliation which led to anger, but it also led to something else; arousal. Guys had been looking at my naked pictures. I’d sucked one of them off. Strangers knew who I was, had seen me naked, my hard cock and me fingering my own asshole. Then my heart jumped and a lump appeared in my throat.
“Th…the most recent pics, the panty and body writing pics…?” I didn’t need to finish the question.
“Yes.” Oh fuck. Oh fuck, fuck, shit fuck.
“Oh fucking shit you fucking cunt. They must be laughing so hard.” She raise up onto an elbow and gripped my face forcing me to look at her.
“No Tommy. No.” She stared at me, as though the force of her words could burrow into my brain. “All of them but Will have been dressed like that at some point, with photos. While Will hasn’t dressed up, it is a look he likes and thinks you are uber cute. I swear to you they all think you are incredible and are gagging to meet you. They are all lovely guys.” I didn’t reply. I didn’t know what to say. I was torn across three conflicting feelings. Angry at her sharing the photos, humiliated at being seen in such poses, and aroused by it all. Very aroused. I found I was shaking.
“What if I don’t… I mean…” I started al last. “Don’t I get to see them first? Don’t I get to say no?”
“Not really baby, but I promise you they are all hot. It’s only their cocks you want after all. I did say it’s all about the cock Tommy.”
I couldn’t process all this. I’d pushed myself to suck Will, and now I was being told I was going to be fucked by five other guys I’d never seen, but who had seen me in the most embarrassing pictures. It was all moving too fast. Just a month ago I had never considered guys sexually, and now Jenny was telling me I was meat, just like her. The really scary thing about it all was there was no refusal within me. I searched for it, that spark that would drive me to end this now, stop this sheer lunacy, and all I could think about was sex. Lots of it. Images of myself on the floor being pounded mixed with Jenny’s amazing sweaty body writhing under me and Will’s cock filling my mouth. I couldn’t stop this and knew I was going to submit.
“So baby?” She prodded. “Be a cock slut with me? Please?”
“Yes.” I stared at the ceiling feeling my heart pound and hearing it my ears. My cock stirred as I thought about Will dropping his jeans for me.
“See baby. I knew you and I would be awesome together.” She cuddled me tighter. “Welcome to the fuck slut gang, with us as the fuck sluts.”
* * *

 
PART III – SUBMISSION
The frost carpeted the forest floor in white, glittering in the low morning sun filtering through the pine trunks. I kicked at a fallen branch and sent a bird flapping from a holly bush into which it landed. Around me birds chirped and squawked and the breeze rustled the pines in the canopy high above me. I walked quickly hearing the crisp ground crunch underfoot and watching thick plumes of my breath dissipate in the cold air. I hadn’t realised how peaceful it could be here during the week without the usual screaming families. I couldn’t even hear the plane, although I could see the sharp white line it made across the pale blue sky.
I’d needed to be alone. My own house was full of my noisy family and my mum, at home ill, kept coming into my room. There was no point being with Jenny as all she wanted to do was something sexual, usually something deviant. Don’t misunderstand me, I hadn’t got bored, I just needed a break. And to think. It had been two weeks since my first experience with Will and Jenny was desperate for me to do more. I’d been putting it off all this time, in most cases by agreeing to other, even worse stuff. And I’d enjoyed it all, a lot. Even drinking wine from her ass. It was so rotten, so nasty, that it hit all the right spots to drive me wild. Last night however she had organised Will to come over tonight. He was to have me. Fully. I knew that this was crunch time and if I refused everything was over, me, Jenny, the amazing sex and filthy acts we’d done together. I didn’t believe she’d release the pictures she had of me but it still concerned me.
What really worried me was the opening of a new door, one I may not be able to close. I’d enjoyed sucking Will and I’d enjoyed the feeling of submission, that I was there to be used by others. Men. That was the crux. Was I about to turn gay? I’d thought about will’s cock every day since, its shape, how it looked, how it felt and tasted, how it felt to have a guy filling my mouth. I wanted it again that much was certain, but what if I liked being fucked by a guy as well? I mean to the same extent. Sure I found pleasure in Jenny and her strapon, but that was a girl doing it. What if it pushed me to like only guys? This was my conundrum. That and I didn’t want anyone to ever discover my new desires.
I walked for a few more minutes, the same thoughts repeating themselves. A young guy out jogging approached me in what looked like a wetsuit under very small orange shorts. I caught myself staring at his crotch and rather than looking away I watched from behind my sunglasses it as he got close and then passed, leaving only a trail of quickly fading puffs of steam. What had I hoped to see? What an idiot. But the thoughts were there; me on my knees peeling that tight black material down to reveal a beautiful growing cock. My mouth watered and my own dick twitched. I had to speak to Jenny.
Climbing the stairs to her first floor I found her walking from the kitchen wearing only what she called her ‘rape shorts’. These were a pair of pink Lycra cycling shorts with the ass missing. Her breasts were bare and she’d put a clothes peg on each nipple. She smiled as I gazed down her body.
“Fucking hell Jen, aren’t you ever off?” I balanced my ass on the stair rail and removed my shoes.
She giggled. “No. You wouldn’t want that!”
I snorted and extracted myself from my coat, beany and gloves.
“Something on the bed for you to wear.” She added as she disappeared into the lounge. I went to see what she meant. I found a girls nightie, white with yellow short sleeves and a cartoon unicorn printed on the front floating on some glitter. I rolled my eyes, stripped and put it on.
“What is it with you? Why do I always have to wear girls clothes?” I asked as I joined her on the sofa. She reached over, ran her hand up my thigh, and gripped my balls.
“More about easy access, but you do look cute in what I’ve chosen for you.” She smiled and lowered her head to my groin. I was fast coming to full erection. “Besides, don’t pretend you don’t get a thrill out of wearing them.”
Much as I hated to admit it, that was a true statement. I did get a thrill, from the humiliation and from the illicit nature of it. The body writing telling anyone who could see what a <insert vulgar humiliating statement here> I was also gave me an intense buzz.
“I need to talk to you about tonight.” I said, but I received only a ‘mmmm’ in reply as she took me in her mouth.
* * *
We finally got to talk after an hour or so of fucking around. The conversation lasted another hour and by the end she was quite exasperated. In short she wasn’t worried that I would turn completely gay and neither should I be, that it was obvious I’ve wanted this all my life but have never had the wherewithal to try it, and I should just accept what I am and submit to the majesty of cock. She would always be there for me, always be my girlfriend, and that’s all the rest of the world would know. I was being rather pathetic in her eyes.
“How can you possibly know I’ve always wanted it, I’ve never considered it before.” I said. She rolled her eyes and wrapped her dressing gown around tightly around her. At least she’d covered up so I wasn’t distracted. I pulled the short nightie over my knees. It sprung straight back up to high-thigh.
“Baby, three things.” She counted them off on her fingers. “One, you were so ready to change so quickly. Two, you got bored of all you other girlfriends so quickly and three, you are so very good at taking cock. Accept you want this. Let yourself go and have some fucking fun.”
She said the last two words with such finality as to brook no argument and end the circuitous conversation there. I stared at her for ages, and she held my gaze, challenging me to retort. Bitch was right of course. She’d boiled it down to three simple statements I couldn’t argue with. I sighed and sunk into myself, my argument and resistance deflated. But it wasn’t enough for her. She had to end it once and for all.
“I want to hear you say you fancy guys.”
“I fancy guys.” I said after a period of silence in which she dared me not to respond.
“Good. And I want to hear you say you love to submit and take it.”
More time passed. “I love to submit and take it.”
“Good. Now admit it to yourself and to me. You’re a submissive bisexual.”
“I’m not a submissive bisexual.” This was instant and she was about to retort in anger when I held up my hand and continued. “I am a bisexual. I submit to men, but I’m normal with women.”
She considered this for a moment and nodded. “Agreed. Now are you going to give yourself to will tonight?”
A pause. Final consideration. Surrender. “Yes. What will you be doing?”
She beamed at me and opened her dressing gown. A finger slid between her labia and her eyes half closed.
“Watching.”
* * *
Seven in the evening was marked by the prompt arrival of Will ringing the doorbell. Jenny took one further look around her bedroom to make sure she had thought of everything. The drawers had been moved to the lounge to make more room. An armchair from the lounge was in the corner of the bedroom for her to sit comfortably and watch. It was positioned in the window corner so she could watch the reflection in the wardrobe door mirrors and see both sides of the bed at once. Then she checked me out and nodded. She’d dressed me in baggy jeans, ripped around the knees, thighs and across one buttock showing the plain pink cotton panties I was wearing. A baggy sleeveless basketball vest was the only other thing I wore. She cupped my face and gave me a long kiss.
“Just relax, submit and enjoy baby. You’ll love it I promise.”
She retreated to the chair and sat down, parting her legs enough to give herself easy access up her nightie. I took a deep breath and made for the door.
“Hi Will.” I said as he stepped in, the bitter wind following him through. I shivered, but only partly due to the frigid air. He grinned at me and took his time viewing me. He was a couple of inches taller than me and I felt myself being dominated already.
“Hi Tommy.”
“Call me slut.” This was pre-agreed with Jenny. He shook his head and placed a hand on my cheek. Despite the cold night his hand was warm and gentle.
“No. Not tonight Tommy. We’re Will and Tommy.”
He kicked off his shoes and followed me up the stairs. As I turned the corner at the top I looked back to catching him staring at my ass, and the rip across it. He looked up and licked his lips, grinning. He slipped out of his black puffer jacket and dropped it on the floor. I let out a tiny groan which I hoped he didn’t hear. He wore a tight mesh polo shirt and I could see his well-defined chest with big nipples and a smattering of short black hair between them. A line of neat hair ran from his belly button into his grey cloth trousers, completely unsuitable for this weather, but they showed a perfect outline of his semi erect cock. It appeared he wore no underwear.
“I hope it meets with your approval?” He asked, a playful smile at his lips. I tore my gaze from his groin to his handsome, chiselled features. Ice blue eyes drew me in while a light stubble covered his chin. Short neatly styled hair finished the model look. I couldn’t have got better for my first time if I picked him from a catalogue.
“Fucking hot.” I said in a childish voice, and felt stupid for doing so. It did seem to please him though. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight embrace. His brushed his cheek across mine and his lips touched my ear, just like at the club. My heart raced and my cock fought for release from the tight underwear. I put my arms around him and quite by accident, found his ass. I rested my hands there. It was firm.
“Relax Tommy.” He whispered. “I want you to enjoy this.”
“I’ll… try.”
He hugged me tighter. “I remember my first time. I want this to be nothing like that, so I’m going to give you an awesome, slow introduction. When you’re ready, you’ll beg for more.”
“I… hope so.” It’s all I could think of saying. It wasn’t a lie.
“Jenny watching?”
“Yes.”
“Awkward for you?”
“No.”
“Good.” He pulled back just enough to bring his lips to mine and we kissed, our tongues wrestling. I felt his hands roaming down my back and over my ass, squeezing my cheeks. I squeezed his back. His body pushed against mine and I backed up, leading him towards the stairs to the next floor. When my heels hit the bottom stair I froze. I didn’t want to part from his lips. The feeling was intense, exciting, new. To my disappointment he pulled back, his eyes locked on mine. He jiggled his eyebrows with a grin and indicated upwards. I moved to turn but he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.
“I want a little something without Jenny there.” He whispered, and tugged my vest upwards. I raised my arms and let him pull it off me, revealing my smooth, pale chest and hard pink nipples. He ran his hands from shoulder to belly and back up, a slow teasing touch that made me shiver. The he bent low and sucked on one nipple, then the other. I was unable to stop myself groaning aloud.
“Do you really want this?” He asked, standing back up.
“Yes. I really do.” I was certain now. I wanted to have sex with Will. I took his hand and led him up the stairs. We went straight to the bedroom. It was darker now. Jenny had moved the bed lamp, a bendy office type thing, so it was shining on the ceiling above the bed. It created a warm diffuse glow. I glanced a Jenny. He hand was already between her legs and I saw a flash of pink as I moved backwards to the bed. She had a dildo in her ass. I blew her a kiss and returned my attention to Will as my calves hit the bed. I stopped but Will kept coming until he pushed me backwards onto the bed, falling down on top of me. He kissed me again, his hands roaming up and down my sides. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his against me tightly. I considered staying in this position all night but the thought past as quick as it came. I was too aroused. I wanted Will’s cock.
Will was clearly of the same opinion as he rolled off and stood up, untying his cloth trouser drawstring as he did so. They flopped to the floor and I gazed at his erection. It was beautiful. The upward curve pointed straight at my face and the foreskin already pulled partly back showing the tip of his head and his piss slit. It seemed larger than I remembered. I slid off the bed to my knees and looked up at Will. He smiled down at me and his hands came to rest on the top of my head. I was ready.
I looked back at his cock and moved my head underneath, pushing my tongue out until its tip came into contact with his balls. I flicked at them but couldn’t ignore that dick for long, and ran the flat of my tongue roughly up his shaft. When I reached the end I sucked his head into my mouth and clamped my lips shut. It scared me a little to feel this way, but I felt whole again, satisfied. Having my mouth full of hard meat seemed right. I began bobbing my head and sucking. I lost myself.
Will started groaning within seconds and his pleasure pleased me. I wanted to give him more. I slurped and sucked, bobbed and gagged. His penis was my whole universe at that moment. Pushing my head as far into his groin as I could I stretched my throat to accommodate his head. I spluttered and coughed but refused to pull back. Above me Will cried out.
“Oh fuck! Wow Tommy!”
I couldn’t help but smile and pulled back, sucking harder and using my hands to caress his balls and squeeze his shaft. Needing a breath I leaned my head back, my hand replacing my mouth while I recovered, looking up at Will while I did so. His eyes were closed. I hit myself in the face with his cock and he looked down. I smiled while biting my lower lip, a tip I got from Jenny. Will grabbed his dick from my grasp and hit me, then again and again, slapping me with his hardness, forcing me to submit to him. I couldn’t wait to taste it again and moved my head from side to side while he waggled himself until I was able to suck again.
“Uh! Oooooh. Tommmeeeee…”
Minutes later I tasted the thin salty flavour of his pre-cum.
“Uh. We have to stop!” He wailed. I shook my head, as much as possible with an erection penetrating my skull, and gripped his ass cheeks tight, pulling him into my mouth.
“I’m gonna cum!”
Jenny had taught me several things about giving head. Her first lesson was always to make them cum. Aside from the fact, in her opinion, that a guys cum is the single greatest substance to have in your mouth, it also meant they lasted longer during the subsequent sex. I could also attest to her being an expert in the second lesson; when they are close to climaxing, take a gentle but firm grip of the area where the balls meet the body, and pull down. Not hard, but enough to stretch. This delays climax and increases the intensity when you eventually allow it to happen. I have a lot of first-hand experience in receiving this and it works. When Will told me he was close, I employed this technique, circling the base of his balls with my thumb and forefinger and stretching down. Will groaned above me and pushed my head hard into his groin. I gagged again but didn’t pull back.
“Ahhhh Tommy, I wanna cum!” He wailed. “Tommy please….”
I kept control of his balls, the hairless sack stretched to maximum and barely containing his big testicles. He tried to push my head back and pull my wrist away but my grip of his scrotum was too tight. He stopped before he hurt himself.
“Oh, oh, oh…” His breathing was now erratic and I knew he was right on the edge. “Tommy, please…UH!”
Time to get my reward. Releasing his sac I sucked hard and deep, both hands now gripping his ass.
“OH FUCK!” Shouted Will and He spurted hot thick spunk into my mouth. The upward curve prevented it hitting the back of my throat, for which I was glad, and took all eight shots allowing his jizz to fill me. He slowed his thrusts and his grunting petered out. He remained in position and I kept him in my mouth while he softened, licking his head clean while keeping his cum in my cheeks and under my tongue. It was more than a minute before he stepped back and his flaccid dick slurped from my lips.
I’d made Jenny a promise before Will came round. Two actually. The first was I’d hold his cum in my mouth for at least two minutes. The second was I’d allow him to cum in my ass. For now I waited while his tangy sperm burned my mouth, but after a little while I had to admit it was good. Just the thought of what I was doing was arousing, keeping a guys cum in my mouth.
“Wow Tommy.” He panted. “Never thought it’d be better that last time.”
“Mmmm.” The only noise I could make. He looked down at me, hot body above me and still clad in his mesh polo shirt.
“You still have my cum in there?” I nodded. “Let me see.”
I opened my mouth to show him and his eyes lit up.
“Jesus Tommy, you are one fucking hot boy.” He stroked my face, then dipped a finger in his cum and drew a line across my forehead. He repeated the movement smearing cum across my cheeks and eyelids. When he finished he said; “Now you can swallow.”
I closed my eyes and prepared to swallow. It took two gulps and the burning sensation followed it down my throat. I opened my mouth to show him. His face lit up with a broad grin. He gripped under my arms and helped me stand, then pushed me back onto the bed, following down on top of me. We kissed again, his weight on top of me pinning me to the bed. We wrestled for ages, rolling from side to side, our tongues always entwined and he always ended up on top. I was raging to let my cock out of my underwear and started fumbling at my fly. Will took the hint and rolled off me, struggling out of his transparent top while I flung my jeans away. He stopped me before I was able to remove the panties. He held my wrists and looked at me.
“Super fucking cute baby.” He said, his voice soft. He let go of me and hooked his fingers into the pink waistband. He smiled before he tugged, then rolled them down. I kicked them from my feet making my cock bounce around. It was rock hard now I was free of the restraint and desperate for some action. Will clearly knew this as he took me in his mouth. The warm wet feeling was sensational and I realised where Jenny had got her skills from. I dropped my head back onto the pillow and signed, then moaned at his first suck. It took mere minutes before I was building for release and I cried out first in exultation and then in frustration when he pulled away.
“Not yet Tommy baby.” He turned away and when he turned back I saw he had a small bottle of something in his hand. He rubbed some of the contents on his dick and then with a probing finger smeared the cold slippery lube onto my asshole. I grunted at the sudden change in temperature but opened my legs wide, grabbing the backs of my knees and pulling them to my chest. I glanced at Jenny and saw her fucking herself with a dildo, the other still in her ass, and an intense stare set on her face. Will brought me back to the moment when he pushed the tip of his cock against my hole.
“Relax baby.” He whispered, his eye half closed. “This will only hurt for a moment.”
“Ahhhh!” I wailed. He forced himself inside me. He was so hard it felt like I was being split open, I didn’t expect it to feel the same as a dildo, I thought it would be softer. Sweat beaded my forehead and I stretched out to push his thighs away and stop the pain, but he swatted me aside and kept pushing until I felt his balls against my tailbone. Then he paused, waiting for me to adapt and stroking my chest and nipples with his fingertips.
I got used to his size with a surprising speed and he began fucking me in short slow thrusts.
“Oh yeh,” he breathed. “Liking that already aren’t ya?”
I nodded but didn’t reply. I was concentrating on relaxing, trying to get rid of the remnants of the pain and will my sphincter to expand and stop acting like an iron ring. It took a few moments but I did relax. It was a quick change and I found myself moving my ass towards him as he thrust in.
“Oh baby, now you want it huh?”
I nodded again. Will slapped me. It wasn’t hard but it shocked me.
“Answer me bitch, you fucking want to be fucked properly don’t ya?”
“Yes. Fuck me.”
“Please?”
“Please! Please fuck me!”
He did. He climbed on the bed, gripped my ankles, crossed them over and put his weight on them pushing them almost into my face. Now he had me, utterly helpless and vulnerable. He fucked hard, slamming down into me. The noise of him grunting mixed with the slapping of his thighs against my ass. We bounced on the bed and I felt his balls banging into me and wondered whether it was hurting him, but he didn’t let up. Several times he paused to change the grip of my legs but he never let go. I heard Jenny begin to wail in the corner but all I could see was Will above me, pile driving me.
“Let me see… his face…” Panted Jenny. Will stopped and stood up, his erection slipping out of me with ease. He dropped to the bed to my right and turned me away from him towards Jenny. Taking a few seconds to position himself, he rammed his cock back inside me while pulling my right leg up out the way. He wrapped his arm around it and both his hands encircled my neck. He squeezed just enough to let me know he was in charge but not enough to cause difficulty breathing. He re-commenced fucking me hard enough to make the usually soundless bed squeak. I couldn’t look anywhere but Jenny and watched her finger herself to a spraying finish, accompanied by her cry, like a wolf caught in a bear trap. After a brief pause to recover she started fucking the dildo in her ass. The look on her reddened sweaty face was incredible; one part agony and one part ecstasy. It had an intensity I had never seen before.
Will was muttering between grunts. “Ah fuck… little fucking slut… dirty cock whore…” I half closed my eyes and surrendered what little I hadn’t already. I was being pounded, rutted. Owned. I was taking cock like a proper slut and I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to take it all night. Wills thrusts were jerking my body every time and we started to bounce across the bed. We’d reached the edge before Will stopped and again pulled out of me.
“On the floor whore.” He demanded. “Lick Jenny’s ass.”
On hearing the order both Jenny and I complied without hesitation. She removed the dildo and started sucking it while I fell of the bed and crawled on hands and knees to her. She parted her legs and rested them on the arms of the chair. I’d just got my tongue against her gaping ass when Will once more thrust himself inside me and, with a strong grip on my hips, commenced rutting me.
“Get that tongue right inside bitch.” Ordered Will. I managed to get half my tongue into my girlfriends ass before my face got in the way. Jenny scooted forwards and parted her legs more, and I managed another few millimetres entry. I didn’t get a chance to think what I might be licking. Every part of me was subsumed in the moment. This was the most rotten and exciting thing I’d ever done. I ate Jenny’s ass like it was a drug I needed to survive, my neck hurting from the effort as well as being jammed back and forth by Wills powerful pumping. I felt the dizziness of losing myself to the sensations assaulting me and I just stopped myself giggling aloud. I now realised why Jenny was the way she was and I knew I was going to be the same. No. I was the same. It wasn’t just about a male appendage. It was about giving up your body to be used and making that one moment your entire universe. I was in love. The feeling flooded evert part of my consciousness. I loved Jenny for her body, her filthiness, her sweet, sweet juices, her submission to cock and her introducing me to it. I loved cock. I loved the act of being penetrated, the submission that comes with it and the knowledge I was being used and abused. I loved the taste of cum despite only trying my own a bare few weeks ago. The revelation was immense and total and amazing. It consumed me.
“Oh FUCK!” Shouted Will. “I’m gonna cum baby!”
Wills thrusts were harder and deeper but slowing, and with one, two, three last powerful slams into me he cried out and pumped me full of his spunk. I felt it. A strange mild warming and odd gooey movement in my guts. Something there that wasn’t before. Will remained in me as he lowered himself onto my back and wrapped his arms around my chest, stroking from belly to shoulder.
“Oh Tommy.” He whispered. “Wow baby. Fucking wow.”
I couldn’t answer as my face was still in Jenny’s ass and she’d brought her legs down and around my neck, keeping me in position. We all remained there for several minutes. I was acutely aware that I was the only one not to have orgasmed yet, and it frustrated me.
“Do you like him Will?” Jenny asked from above me.
“Like him? Ha ha I fucking love him!”
“Good. Pull out. Tommy baby… clench, don’t lose that lovely cum okay?”
“Mmmmmm.” I nodded between her ass cheeks. Will had gone soft and slipped out with ease. I tightened my sphincter as much as possible bit it still felt loose. Jenny had only fucked me with a dildo smaller than Will. I assumed I’d been ‘opened’. Jenny parted her legs again and pushed my head away. She jumped off the chair and lay on the floor in front of me.
“Give me that ass baby.” I took a moment to realise what she was about to do and my dick gave a little jump. Such a nasty whore.
I climbed over her straddling her face, held my ass cheeks apart and lowered myself onto her mouth. I felt her lips at my hole and she sucked, hard. I relaxed and experienced the unpleasant sensation of something dribbling from my rectum. Having only experienced the usual reason for this sensation I knew it would be a while before I got used to it, but trusted Jenny knew what she was doing. She did. After a minute or so she slapped my thighs and I climbed off, sitting cross legged on the floor. She rose and knelt in front of me, her face higher than mine. She smiled, a little creamy white droplet of Will’s cum on her chin, and moved over me. I opened my mouth and let her dribble it into me, my tongue reaching out for more.
“Oh fuck.” I heard Will mutter behind me. “You two are… the best… amazing… fuck!”
Jenny emptied everything into my mouth then lowered herself and looked up at me, mouth agape. I dribbled the jizz back into her. We repeated this again before kissing properly, mouths messy with salty goo and tongues fighting each other for it, finally swallowing what we had and pulling apart. Jenny held my face in her hands and stared into my eyes.
“I love you baby.” She whispered.
“I love you too.”
“It’s your turn.”
I allowed myself to be aided to the bed and lay on my back. They went to town on me and I once again lost myself, this time desperate to ejaculate. Two tongues, two mouths, fighting for my cock. Hands all over my body. I doubt I lasted five minutes.
“Aaaaarrrgh! Oh oh oh AAAAHHHHHHH!” My spunk was all over my body and they both took their time licking it off. Once they decided I was clean they lay down beside me, one either side, and we cuddled.
“That was incredible.” I said, staring at the ceiling, two hot bodies creating a film of sweat across my skin.
“Which bit?” Asked Will.
“All of it.” I said with a snort of laughter.
“You enjoyed getting fucked in the ass?” Jenny asked.
“After the first few minutes, yes.”
“Do you want to do it again?”
“Right now.” I said, and I knew this time it was true. I couldn’t wait to experience the rush I’d felt again, the all consuming passion of penetration and submission. It was an instant addiction. I was a cock whore like Jenny. “I know why you are like this Jenny. I get it. I’m with you.”
“Really?” She rose up on an elbow so she could look me in the eyes. “Really.”
I returned the stare. “Yes. Really baby.”
Her face lit up with the widest smile I’d ever seen on her and she leaned in for a kiss, wrapping as much of her body around me as she could, as though she wanted to melt around me. I felt Will move away. We remained like that for ages and I could sense her joy, as though it were a positive virus she could infect me with.
“He’s one of us.” She said to Will after rolling off me. Will returned to my side and draped an arm and a leg over me.
“I fancied you from the first picture Tommy.” He said looking at me, then leaned in and kissed me.
“It’s so hot watching you two together.” Jenny said. Will and I parted, smiled at Jenny, and then resumed our tongue wrestle. After a while Will pulled away and I lifted my head to try and keep our lips locked. I failed.
“So uh…” started Will twirling a finger around my nipple and flicking his gaze between Jenny and me. “Do you think you’d uh… like to be with me again?”
I looked confused. “Yeh, why? Don’t you want to?”
“Fuck yeh!”
“Then why ask?”
“I mean Tommy,” He still looked a bit awkward. “Would you like to be with me a lot?”
I was confused. Will seemed so confident in the short time I’d known him and now seemed like a kid on a first date. I looked at Jenny, who nodded, and then back at Will.
“Yes. What do you mean, a lot?”
Jenny spoke before Will could answer. “Tommy, you know I told you about Anthony and Trey, the boyfriends?”
“Um…” I racked my brains. It clicked after a few seconds. “Yeh. They fuck you most right?”
“Yes. They are kind of like my boyfriends. Not actually…” she held up her hand before I could interrupt. “…because that’s you. But they are the ones I spend most time with out of the gang. My favourites.”
“Um, okay.” It didn’t sound okay.
“Well, you should have one or two favourites as well right?”
I glanced at Will and saw a hopeful look. I thought I knew where this was going and found it arousing. “Uh… yeeeeeh…”
“Well, Will really likes you baby. Don’t you Will?”
I turned to him and he nodded. I narrowed my eyes. “But you hardly know me.”
Will shrugged his shoulders and produced a lop-sided grin. “Jenny told me a lot about you. And of course, I’ve seen your pictures. And after tonight, well. Wow.”
“I see.” It was all I could think to say. Jenny, my girlfriend, seemed to be trying to set me up with Will as a boyfriend. It was all getting a bit much again. The three of us laying there, arms around each other, talking about some form of polygamy.
“But Jenny, aren’t you and I a couple?”
“Absolutely baby. Yes.” A hand on my chest and face closer to mine. “We’re talking about favourites in the group. Ones who you can see, and enjoy, as much as you want or need without worrying about me being jealous or whatever.”
“So you will be seeing Anthony and Trey?”
“Yes. Of course. As will you, by the way.”
“You’ll see them without me?”
She nodded. “Yes. Which is why you need a favourite for yourself. Or perhaps two.”
Two guys would be fucking my Jenny without me, whenever she wanted. This wasn’t mentioned before and I saw why. I should have been both shocked and jealous, but I wasn’t. To my surprise it made perfect sense. She was such a slavering cock slut that no one man could satisfy her, and having several on call that we could trust was the obvious answer. I looked down along Will’s slim body and saw him semi-erect, which caused my own cock to twitch and a rush of arousal to wash through me. I could go to bed with him without Jenny there and submit completely to him. I could worship his manhood and perform any degrading act he wanted. I grew hard.
Jenny continued; “And don’t forget, Will is your first guy. You’ll always compare others to him, so why not have the original?”
Or the original have me, I thought. I looked at Will. “How dirty are you?”
He grinned, a filthy look crossing his face. “As nasty as you want me to be.”
I looked back at Jenny. She smiled and nodded. Turning back to Will I said, “Okay.”
“Awesome!” Squealed Jenny. Will beamed at me and hugged me for ages, pulling away only when Jenny pushed him and came in for her own hug.
“Want to spend the night with him?” She whispered. “Alone?”
“What? Where will you go?”
“Anthony and Trey. They’ll spit roast me and I’ll sleep there.”
I should have been a bit put out, but I wasn’t, my mind was consumed by Will all over me, inside me, pounding me. That Jenny may have set this whole evening up just to go and stay at the boys house didn’t register with me then, and it doesn’t matter now.
“You and I, still together?”
“For ever baby. Don’t worry, this is just the gang. You and I are inseparable. I love you.”
“I love you too.” We kissed, but my mind was already kneeling in front of Will.
Will and I had remained on the bed watching her pack a small bag and disappear with a cheery “enjoy boys!”
Then Will had dominated me. We played for hours, kissing, licking, fingering, fucking. He’d nailed me from behind, screwing me like a dog, rutting me with an animal passion that sometimes bordered on the violent. He made me wear Jenny’s underwear over my face so I could sniff her tangy crotch while ordering me to repeat what a nasty whore I was. I lost myself again, begging him to rape my ass and own me, feeling that rush compress my whole world down to him and me.
He’d copied Jenny’s trick of sucking his cum out my ass and sharing it with me, and then I’d dragged him to the shower to piss on each other. After washing we returned to bed to cuddle but ended up making love, me on my back wrapping arms and legs around him while he took me slow and deep. He’d sucked me to a finish after and we fell asleep soon after that. Jenny returned the following morning to find us 69’ing.
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It’s difficult to explain how or why I made such a sudden change to my life. I had genuinely never thought about guys before I met Jenny and yet, on reflection, I wonder why. All the girlfriends I’d had before her had bored me after such a short time, I think I mentioned that, and I was looking for something different. Boy did I get it. Jenny is amazing and will do anything I want. Anything! She reserves some of the more depraved acts just for us. Now my life seems as though I was always destined to take cock. Jenny is the only girl who still turns my head, although I am now starting to get an itch to have another. Just a few goes.
Before you ask yes we are still together. I love her and I know she loves me. Being part of a semi committed group who all enjoy each other is a strange and exciting experience. It doesn’t come without its drawbacks of course, and I have found myself a little jealous sometimes, but we always pull it back. Anthony and Trey are awesome and I can see why Jenny likes them fucking her. Trey is a very handsome muscular black guy with a smile that melted even my loins, but to date my ass is still too tight for him. Anthony is an early thirties slim guy, tanned from many trips abroad kitesurfing and fairly fit from it. All his hair is sun bleached except his pubic hair, which retains its original light brown. It makes him look sexy. He is also well endowed but at least I can take him. Oh and guess what? Cody is a lifeguard. Yep, that one.
Will and I are essentially secret boyfriends and despite his protestations I believe I am fulfilling that role. A surrogate boyfriend if you like. We have a lot of sex and I’ve even started fucking him, which is all the more surprising considering no one else has ever done that. I’m his first penetration! I do enjoy being with Will. We often wear each other’s underwear, which excites Jenny no end. That and watching us grope each other in public.
I don’t consider myself gay and I don’t want to come out, and this pisses off some of the gay guys we meet, but fuck ‘em, it’s my life. I’ve had a few near misses while out and about, the worst ones involving people I know. I’m sure Jason suspects something now, and hiding everything I’m doing from him seems to be getting harder and harder. Jenny always comes to the rescue but I’ve been caught in a lie more than once, and I’m running out of filthy sex acts Jenny and I are ‘trying’ as excuses. Something is going to come to a head one day, but every time I worry about it, someone has me and I forget about it.
Speaking of which I must sign off now. Jenny and I are having our fifth gang bang. It’s as it sounds; Jenny and I take all the guys until they can’t go any more. The others have all been awesome but this is the first one where they have managed to acquire, and then all agreed to take, Viagra. It promises to be a long afternoon and night, and I’m hoping that the rest of the guys will open me up enough to let Trey have me. We are both pretty desperate for this to happen now, and Jenny is gagging to watch him, in her words, ‘split you open’.
Before I go Jenny has just told me to tell you what we are wearing, so; both of us are dressed only in plain white thigh high socks, pink cotton panties, and pink collars with ‘slut’ printed on them. We’ll be out of them in short order. Well, not the socks or collars!
Maybe in the future I can add to this account. Maybe not. Either way, my ass is ready for a drilling…

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