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Adult Room Chapter 1 Darklord

Part 1
I come from an extended family that has a tradition where the young men and women get married in their mid-teens and start their families early. My twin brother Mike and our sister Julie are among the first to not observe that tradition. Mike and I are 20 and Julie will be 19 in a month. By the way, I’m Mark.
Our parents are in their mid to late thirties and both sets of Grandparents are in their mid-fifties. Our Grandparents and parents are hard working people. One of the things that they have all worked for is a vacation cabin on a lake.
They call the cabin “The Fishing Lodge”. Actually, there is a compound with individual family cabins. The original “lodge” was a large, single room building. It had kitchen and dining space at one end and a large fire place and seating area at the other end. Bunks were built along the walls. Modesty has never been a big deal in our family, but the bunks could be screened, for an illusion of privacy, with curtains. The “lodge” is now used for big family get-togethers. The kitchen area is still there, but the bunks have been removed and replaced with more seating – futons, couches, etc. The room is now called the “Big Room”.
We spent many weekends and almost all of our family vacations there. It was great for kids with the hiking, fishing and all the water related activities. We had a little sail boat, a couple of canoes and several rowboats – all leaky. Best of all was the skinny dipping off the dock and gravel beach. Everyone skinny dipped, both the adults and the kids. Like I said, modesty is no big deal and neither is familial nudity.
Sometimes, all of the adults would gather at the “lodge” over a weekend. The kids stayed at home in the care of the teenagers under 18. Recently, Mom and Dad told us that they were going to the “lodge” for the coming weekend and all three of us were welcome to come with them, if we wished. They looked so eager and expectant, that all three of us looked at each other and in unison answered, “Sure.”
Let me tell you about that weekend.
We drove up on a Friday morning. Both pairs of Grandparents were there waiting for us to arrive. Betty and Phil are Mom’s parents. They are a couple of years younger that Dad’s parents, Diane and Harry. We unloaded the cars and made ourselves comfortable. Everyone had packed something for a picnic lunch. While eating lunch, on the deck, the conversation ranged over work, school, family, other aunts, uncles and cousins, problems with finding time for boy and girl friends, exercising, relaxation, and all the other things families talk about.
Harry said, “This weekend is just for relaxation. We’re here to have a good time and just enjoy each others company. I think we should start with a dip in the lake. Last one in, is a slowpoke!” With that, he pulled his polo shirt off. Mom took off her blouse then pulled her shorts off. Everyone else was frantically undressing. Diane said, “No fair! Women generally wear more pieces of clothes than men do!” As she said this, she stepped out of her panties and headed towards the dock. Phil was ahead of everyone. He had pulled off his shorts first and he was unbuttoning his shirt as he ran towards the dock.
Julie, Mike and I looked at each. I pulled off my t-shirt at the same time Julie did. She was braless. I lost a bit of time as I watched Julie’s long blonde hair cascade down her back after she pulled her t-shirt over her head. Julie stepped out of her shorts. Mom had removed her bra and panties and was trotting towards the lake. Julie ran up next to Mom and took her hand. Mike was behind them. I pushed my shorts off then jogged after them. Harry, Betty and Dad were behind Phil and Diane. I ran up beside Julie and took her other hand. Mike did the same with Mom. The four of us jogged down to the dock together. It would have been a sight for someone out on the lake or standing on the dock and looking back up the sloping lawn towards the “lodge”. Here was a bunch of naked people, yelling and laughing and throwing clothing as they ran to the lake with tits and balls bouncing and cocks flopping.
Everyone else was in the water when we reached the end of the dock. We jumped off together, still holding hands. The water was about four feet deep and it was COLD! As soon as I hit the water, my sac shrunk right up to tuck my nuts inside where it was warm. Mom’s and Julie’s nipples were hard and standing straight out from their goose pimple covered areola.
We were gasping for air after the shock of the cold water. It didn’t take us long to become involved in the wrestling match and water fight that was going on. Julie and I finally broke away. I gave her a boost to help her up on to the dock. My hand on her firm butt was no accident. I pulled myself up on to the dock. I got one leg up and Julie put her hand inside my thigh and pulled. I’m sure the fingers brushing against my cock was no accident either.
Julie squeezed some of the water out of her hair, then leaned back and lifted her face, and firm breasts, to the sun. We sat and watched the melee in the water. There seemed to be a lot of grab-ass and groping going on and Phil and Diane had refined it further with a face-to-face bear hug. Julie looked at my crotch, “Things seem to be getting warmer again.” I looked down. My ball sac and nuts were back where they belonged.
Everyone finally got out of the water. We walked back up to “lodge” and headed for the hot tub. This hot tub is something else. It is a long oval and must be large enough to seat 12-15 people. It is built into the deck which surrounds it.
After we were settled in the tub, conversation died away and everyone one relaxed. I was seated between Mom and Julie. Phil and Diane were still “mousing” around.. She must have been fondling his cock and he must have been playing with her pussy. Julie gave me a nudge. Diane had relaxed and was leaning against the side of the hot tub. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted and she was running the tip of her tongue along her upper lip. Phil was probably diddling her clit. Dad and Harry were seated across from Phil and Diane. Mike was between Julie and Harry.
Betty was sitting across from me. She glanced over at Diane, then extended her leg, slid it between my legs and started to rub my crotch with her foot. Mom smiled at me, then ran her hand down the inside of my thigh. She lifted my cock and balls so Betty had better access with her foot. Mom squeezed my cock, then moved over and sat beside Betty.
Part 2
The three of us, Mike, Julie and I, kind of suspected sex was part of the activities at the “adult” weekends at the “lodge”. But we learned more was involved when, a while back, we found a package of instant photos hidden among some boxes of old family tax and school records that were stored in the basement.
When we opened the package, the top photo was face down. When we turned it over, we got a surprise. It was a picture of Mom sucking on a hard cock. We knew it wasn’t Dad’s because he was behind her watching. Julie said, “I think we should stop right here and put these back.” Mike said, “Ah, come on, Julie! These were probably taken at the “lodge”. We’ve always thought something was funny about the “adult” weekends. This will prove it.” “Yeah, Julie, it won’t hurt to look at them.” “I don’t know, you guys . . .” But Julie was already reaching for the second photo. It was a more general scene. We could tell that this was taken in the Big Room. Dad was on his knees, apparently stroking his cock, while Mom sucked the cock of a man who looked like her brother, Larry. Another man, with his back to the camera, was also on his knees. A woman was on her hands and knees in front of him. His body blocked the view of her head and shoulders, but Harry was on his knees behind her, apparently doing her doggie style.
We looked through the rest of the pictures. There were several pictures of Mom being fucked by different men, including her Father-in-law, Harry – and her Dad, Phil. In one picture she is sitting on a cock, holding and sucking another cock, holding a cock in her other hand and there are two more cocks visible behind her head. Another picture showed her standing next to Harry. Julie commented, “Boy, Grandpa Harry has a big dick.” Other pictures showed Dad eating pussy and fucking different women including his Mother, Diane.
In a picture of the threesome behind Dad, the woman turned out to be Betty. The guy she was servicing was still unknown, but she had sucked him to completion and he had shot his wad on her face. Harry was stroking his cock and shooting his wad onto her back. The next snapshot was the first in a series of Mom and Betty. Mom licks the cum off Betty’s face, then they move into a 69. In the last photo, Mom is on her knees, Harry’s cock in poised to enter her pussy and Betty is licking the underside of Harry’s cock.
Near the bottom of the pack, was another photo of Dad watching Mom suck cock. The next photo was of Mom holding the cock and looking at Dad. Dad is licking the cockhead in the following photo and Mom is watching. In the next photo, Dad has a lip lock around the cock shaft about two-thirds of the way down and Mom’s head is down in Dad’s crotch.
There was a snapshot of Harry sucking Phil’s cock and, in the next photo, Harry and Betty are in a 69 and Phil is pushing his cock up Harry’s ass. There was a photo of Dad eating Mom’s pussy and Uncle Larry had his cock up Dad’s ass.
The last two photos were taken on the deck. Mom and Betty are kneeling and they are surrounded by several of the men who are pissing on them. Diane is on her knees by Harry. She has a hold of his cock and is, apparently, trying to aim it. Mom and Betty look like they are laughing. They have their heads thrown back and they are holding their tits up for the golden shower. In the last photo, Mom and Betty are standing and everyone else is gathered around them and some of them are licking their bodies.
These two photos had captions: the first was titled “Rinsing off the Cum” and the second was simply titled “Tongue Drying”.
We were silent as we put the photos back. All you could hear was the three of us breathing. “Boy,” Julie said, “They do everything, don’t they?” “And everyone,” answered Mike. I said, almost to myself, “Man, those pictures gave me a boner. Mom and Dad really like sex.” “Kinky sex too,” said Mike, as he rubbed his crotch. Julie said, “Just looking at them made my panties wet.”
Mike and I looked at our little sister. She had her hand down the front of her shorts. She blushed as she pulled her hand out. “I really need my clit diddled. Will you guys help me?” She put her hands against our crotches. She then pulled off her t-shirt and laid it on one of the boxes of records. She pulled her shorts and panties off together. All she was wearing was white running shoes and white socks. She sat down on the box and leaned back against a stack of other boxes. She spread her legs and started rubbing her pussy. “Come on, help me get off.”
Mike and I looked at each other. Sure, all three of us had sneaked around trying see each other, and our parents, naked either in the shower or while dressing and undressing, but this was different. This was adult! We both undressed and stood by Julie. She looked up at us, then reached up and took our cocks in her hands. “You guys both must be a big as Harry.” “What do you want us to do?” “Kneel down and I’ll show you.” We knelt beside her, she spread her pussy lips with her fingers, and our little sister proceeded to teach the two of us how to properly eat pussy.
Julie had several orgasms. She wriggled and thrust her pelvis and moaned and cried and shuddered. We helped her along as best we could. In addition to trying to stay on her clit, we kissed and sucked her breasts and pinched and twisted her nipples. (Later she said mild nipple abuse really turned her on.) Finally, she calmed down. We thought she may have fainted, but she opened her eyes, looked at us and started giggling. “What? What?” “I’m sorry, but your faces are all wet with my pussy juices.” Julie sat upright and kissed both of us.
“That was great! Now what can I do for you?” Julie said as she looked at our aching hard-ons. We lay both lay down on the floor, Julie kneeled between us and we taught her how to give a hand job. Funny thing, though, she caught on really quickly and used a few techniques and twists that were new to us. She jacked us off and she giggled as we shot our loads onto our stomachs. She tasted our cum and fed each of us a taste of our own and each other’s cum. I sucked her finger like it was a little cock. Before we got up, I slipped a finger into her pussy and then gave her a taste of her juices. She sucked my finger clean.
We made sure the package of photos was put away properly, then showered together and got dressed just before Mom and Dad arrived home from work. This was the start of the special relationship with my little sister and twin brother.

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God is a Slut Chapter 7: A Date With The Devil

This chapter is broken up into three parts, because it’s a lot longer than the others. In the first part, titled “The Wriggling Wrangler,” Lucy shows Rachel her favorite theme-park ride. In the second part, titled “The Chapel,” Rachel gets her vengeance on a god that has deceived her. In the third part, titled “Dinner for Two,” Rachel and Lucy come to terms with their feelings for each other, and set up the final act of the series.

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The Slavery Series: Chapter 4

The big weekend had finally arrived, one I had been looking forward to for a long while now. My slaves had no idea what was in store for them.
It took a lot of very careful effort to make such an event possible. From Friday at six o’clock in the evening until Sunday at midnight, I was hosting a very unique party.
I purchased a lot of food and even more alcohol to sustain a wild weekend. I also had to rearrange the apartment slightly to make enough room for everyone. The guest list, a carefully selected and most interesting bunch, included three men and two women, and was comprised as follows:
Pete was a buddy of mine from college and a trusted friend. He was the only person on the list who had done this before, as I invited him over last summer to tag team my first slave. He was a medium build white guy, like myself, with a respectable but not enormous cock.
Tasha was a tight bodied black woman, late twenties, who was my accountant from a local bank who worked with me on my small business loans. She also sucked my cock and fucked my brains out.
Andre was Tasha’s husband; a tall, muscular, imposing black man who I thought would definitely kill me when he found out about Tasha and I. Turns out Andre is kind of a kinky fuck, something I can respect, and to my surprise he happily invited me over to double penetrate his wife. Andre had an elephant’s trunk of a cock and as we stood shoulder to shoulder and beat our loads onto Tasha’s face, I told them both about my summer hobby. They were very excited to attend.
The most interesting guests, however, were Don and Pam. Don had been in my apartment once before, the day he dropped off his daughter Michelle. I was surprised when I received two emails (I didn’t give out a phone number), one from each parent, asking if they could come over and ‘discipline’ their daughter and please not to tell the other about it. Well, once everyone got on the same page, Don and Pam frantically cancelled a vacation in order to be free this weekend.
As I would find out as the weekend unfolded, Don was a skinny man in his early fifties with a short but chubby cock. Pam was a decent looking lady in her late forties with the shapely body of a sexy woman who’d gained a few pounds. She had full tits that sagged but were sexier for it, and hair that was jet black like Michelle’s but only shoulder length.
There were only a few rules for the weekend. Not unlike the movie Fight Club, the first rule was pretty obvious. The second rule, which applied to the two couples in attendance, was that marital fidelity no longer applied. Tasha and Pam were not slaves, not to be beaten or punished, but they were open for business for anyone in attendance. I knew Tasha would have no qualms about that, and I was surprised that Pam said she was willing to fuck the Easter bunny if it meant she could be there to punish Michelle. The third stipulation wasn’t a rule really, just general advice: this was the one chance we had to experience such an uninhibited, no-holds-barred weekend, so everyone was encouraged to come prepared to play out whatever fantasies they most desired.
Friday arrived and I beat Amanda and Michelle violently around noon. I wanted to firmly put them in their place so we didn’t have any trouble this weekend. I think both girls knew something was up because I wasn’t fucking them non-stop, I wanted them and myself fresh for the festivities, but neither had the stones to question me.
Around four o’clock I brought the slaves into the living room, naked, and told them to stand side by side with their backs to the wall. There were two dark blue bed sheets folded neatly on the couch.
“Now, I’m going to cover each one of you with a sheet. You will stand absolutely still and absolutely silent, understand.” They both looked at me with puzzled expressions. “Understand?” I repeated with my hand raised in warning.
“Yes, master,” they rang in unison.
“I mean it, I don’t care what you hear or how long it takes, not a sound or twitch for either of you.”
I kissed each girl warmly and smiled at them before covering each with a sheet. Each girl was naked wearing only her collar and her leash, neither of which were clipped to the wall since the locks only worked for me, and now both stood motionless under a dark blue sheet.
At six o’clock sharp my guests arrived. Everyone was eager to attend and they showed up promptly. Pete had a small bag of clothing and was all smiles. Both couples arrived with considerably more luggage and each alluded to some ‘fun’ items. Everyone entered and the topic of conversation was the two blue figures against the wall. I told everyone that there would be dinner and drinks before the sheets came down, so please be patient.
At the sound of the familiar voices of her parents, Michelle let out a forlorn whimper from below her sheet. I calmly paused the conversation and told the crowd I wasn’t happy to have to do this but I couldn’t have a slave disobeying direct orders.
I grabbed Michelle’s throat through the sheet harshly and pinned her against the wall. I beat her mercilessly. Most of the guests had never seen a slave before and they were enamored by the display. Michelle finally fell in a heap when I let her go, and I casually invited my guests to a light dinner I’d prepared.
It was clear that everyone had only one thing on their minds during dinner, so we hurried through and wound up back in the living room. Everyone sat down and looked eagerly at my covered slaves.
“Okay folks, you’re in for a real treat. Right here, under these two sheets, you’ll find an entire weekend worth of fun. Please, I implore you, indulge yourself in these two fucking sluts. Punish them and pleasure yourself. There is no reason to hold anything back or consider anyone’s pleasure but your own. Okay, now obviously you all have unrestricted access to these two bodies for the rest of the weekend, but I’d like to start by introducing you to each slave and by offering the first taste of each girl to a special guest I’ve selected.” The guests looked on in wonder, a few of them absent-mindedly rubbing themselves through their clothing.
“Get on with it, let’s fuck these whores!” Pete shouted.
I roughly grabbed Amanda by the arm and pulled her to the center of the room. “Her given name is Amanda, but feel free to call this slut whatever comes to mind. She’s a whore in the first degree and her parents have paid good money to get her disciplined, so I humbly beg you to help me punish this bitch…”
“Quit with the fucking theatrics!” Pete interrupted. He was dying to start the action, but I wasn’t going to give him the first go at either girl.
“Without further ado,” I continued, “I present Amanda to you, and first to Andre, my friend, who was good enough to share his beautiful wife Tasha with us this weekend.” Andre grinned and Tasha winked at me. I yanked the sheet down and exposed the nude Amanda, her enormous tits displayed proudly, and the crowd was clearly impressed.
“Get over here, bitch,” Andre ordered. He pushed her to her knees and hurriedly pulled out his giant cock. It was only half-hard but already it made Amanda gasp and I saw Pam look lustfully at it. Andre slapped it heavily onto Amanda’s face, the head resting above her hair line and his balls hanging well below her chin.
“Lick my nuts,” he ordered. Andre was in the moment, and Amanda began lapping sloppily at his sagging black balls. I saw Pete had his cock out and was stroking slowly, watching the scene intently. I’m proud to say I have a freakishly large cock, which comes in handy in this line of work, and I’m not at all ashamed to say Andre was larger than I. His cock was long and fat and I looked forward to watching it abuse these whores.
Once fully hard, Andre took Amanda’s head with both hands and began slamming her mouth down onto his cock. Amanda was much better at accepting big cocks than Michelle, but Andre stretched her throat to the extreme. The crowd moaned along with Andre for ten long minutes of facial abuse. Finally Andre pushed Amanda down as hard as he could and held her there, her eyes closed tight and her throat twitching, as he furiously exploded into the depths of her throat. Andre roared and bucked as cum spewed from him and in no time thick strands were spilling from Amanda’s mouth and pooling up on the floor.
When finally finished, Andre threw Amanda to the floor and reveled in post-orgasmic pleasure. Tasha took his huge cock in hand and gently stroked him as I made my way over to Michelle.
“Now, ladies and gentlemen, I’d like you to meet Michelle. Michelle is a stubborn little cunt and has personally made me a very busy man. Her parents are here today,” I heard Michelle begin to weep when I said this, “Don and Pam, and I’d like to offer Michelle to Pam first.” I slid the sheet down and Michelle looked out in disbelief. When she saw her parents, as if she didn’t believe it before, she burst into tears.
It was at this point that Pam became a different woman than I’d seen so far. She stood up calmly and stepped in front of Michelle. Their eyes met, Michelle’s clouded by tears, and Pam slapped her hard to the ground. Pam returned to her seat and pulled her loose dress up to her waist. She quickly pulled down the unexciting panties she was wearing and exposed to us her bushy cunt. She had curly dark pubic hair, not nearly as dense as her daughter, but everyone could see a juicy pussy beneath.
“Crawl over here you fucking cunt!” Michelle did, sobbing as she crawled, and when in range Pam grabbed her hair violently and slammed Michelle’s face into her cunt. “Eat that, you ungrateful little bitch, eat mommy’s pussy…” Michelle complied, producing a bizarre chorus of sloppy licking noises interrupted by pathetic sobbing. “Uhhh, yeah, mmmm, get your fucking tongue in it, slut, that’s it, fuck, eat that cunt,” Pam continued.
This display had the entire crowd even more aroused than the last. Don was frantically undressing, no doubt planning to join his wife in humiliating his daughter, and Pete had begun to caress Pam’s legs and pubic region.
After a few minutes Pam surprised me by pulling Michelle out for a moment, repositioning herself on the seat of the couch to better expose herself, and forcing Michelle’s face down to between her deliciously chubby ass.
“That’s what you get, you fucking whore, get your fucking tongue in my ass,” Pam ordered. Michelle obviously hesitated and Pam slammed her face in. “Lick it! You fucking disgrace, eat my fucking asshole! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh….”
At this point the party started. Don moved quickly to his daughter’s protruding ass, Michelle’s perfect little ass, and began to probe at both her holes with his fingers. Michelle was screaming and crying between ass licks. Beside herself with pleasure and lust, Pam begged for anyone to fuck her pussy while she had her ass eaten. Pete jumped up quickly and straddled Michelle’s head, sliding his cock into Pam’s wet cunt right down to the base.
I pulled Tasha up to me and we kissed passionately, shedding clothing as we did. Tasha was Andre’s wife and I wasn’t in any way interested in a marriage-type relationship, but Tasha and I had a passion for each other that went well beyond casual sex. Tasha was of medium height and had a flawless body. She had perky, full tits, a sculpted stomach, a dynamite ass, toned legs and not an ounce of imperfection on her. She was also beautiful and a sexual dynamo, so there wasn’t too much more you could ask for.
Andre remained seated but had pulled Amanda back to him and was having her slowly lick his flaccid but still frightening cock gently back to strength. Just about the time that Tasha had her throat open and was stuffing my cock down it, she was experienced at choking on big dicks and was probably the best cock sucker I’d ever known, I heard Pam bellow as an orgasm raced through her. Pete was pounding her hard and was soon screaming over his impending orgasm. Pam gave him detailed instructions, ordering him to pull out and dump his load on her daughter’s face and head as she continued to eat Pam’s ass.
Moments later, Pete pulled out and furiously rubbed his cock. His hot cum streamed out and soaked into Michelle’s hair, thick globs ran down her forehead. Pete slumped back onto the couch when he was finished and Pam roughly grabbed Michelle’s head again, this time grabbing sticky clumps of cum-soaked hair, and kept Michelle buried in between her legs.
Don was taking it slower, moving rhythmically in and out of his daughter’s warm pussy. Michelle whimpered each time he penetrated her, but I noticed her hips flex back to meet his cock with each push. By this point Tasha, Andre, Amanda, and myself had formed a complicated four-way. Andre reclined on the couch and had positioned Amanda over him so she was now bouncing gleefully on Andre’s rod, her massive tits slamming down onto his face with each bounce. Tasha had her face buried between Andre’s legs and was happily licking at his balls, his cock, and Amanda’s ass and pussy while they fucked. She was standing and bent at 90 degrees and I was stuffing her hungry pussy with my fat cock. Tasha’s pussy stretched and accepted me and I felt her well fucked cunt muscles milking my shaft lovingly. I spread her ebony ass and dug two fingers into her slutty asshole, which she could easily handle, and I rubbed my cock inside her, through her flesh, as we fucked.
I knew, especially with her parents in attendance, that Michelle was going to get special attention this weekend. Pete was exhausted and lying on the couch, but Pam was unstoppable. She crawled down to the ground and slid underneath her daughter, forming the 69 position, and she began tangling her tongue between Michelle’s pussy and Don’s pulsing cock. Pam’s unstoppable sexuality was fueling the rest of us; Andre tossed Amanda aside casually, much to Amanda’s disappointment, and knelt down to join the 69 by easing his fat cock into Pam’s pussy. Pam had just been fucked by Pete and was well-oiled, but she still screamed as her cunt desperately stretched to accommodate Andre. The four were a chorus of pleasure, Michelle too at this point, and the other four of us now moved into another group fuck.
I pulled my cock free from Tasha and dragged Amanda over to me. Tasha took the opportunity to crawl onto the couch and eagerly suck on Pete’s drained cock and balls. In ordered Amanda to work her tongue feverishly into Tasha’s asshole and prepare it for a stern fucking. Tasha squirmed as Amanda dug her tongue deep, and I reveled in watching these two amazing sluts. By the time Pete was hard again and Tasha was plunging her throat onto his cock, Tasha’s asshole was soaking wet and ready. I ordered Amanda to kneel next to us and keep her mouth wide open. I then mounted Tasha and pressed my wide cock down against her little winking asshole.
Tasha’s ass was no stranger to fat cock either, and it stretched with ease to form a snug holster for my cock. I pushed down and Tasha began screaming around Pete’s cock as my foot-long cock drove all the way into Tasha’s bowels. I could never figure out how Tasha could take such big cocks so deep, or how she managed to fit my cock a foot into her ass and Andre’s at least a foot into her cunt at the same time, but she was one amazing slut.
Andre and I alternated between fucking the sluts before us and jamming our cocks into a slave’s mouth. Pam was beside herself with pleasure as the largest cock I’m sure she’d ever handled plunged repeatedly into uncharted depths.
Soon, as if we were all somehow metaphysically connected to one another, a wave of orgasms swept through the room in rapid succession. Don was first, chanting vicious words at his slut daughter as he dove his cock deep inside her cunt and dumped his seed. He pulled his cock out of her tight hole with an audible ‘pop’ and Pam flew up to dig his cum out of Michelle’s pussy with her tongue.
Pam had her second orgasm of the evening as Andre railed her, his cock no doubt pummeling her g-spot and beyond. Pam’s screams were muffled by Michelle’s sloppy pussy, but I could see Pam’s skywards legs shaking as Andre relentlessly slammed down into her.
Pete fired next, holding Tasha’s face tight against his stomach and flexing upwards hard, his pearly cum firing into Tasha’s lovely throat. Tasha gulped it down like a pro and even showed off her skills by extending her tongue past her lips to tickle Pete’s balls, all while he furiously unloaded in her throat.
It must have been some kind of muscular reflex, or maybe it was on purpose, but each time Tasha swallowed her asshole clenched around my shaft hard. The intensity of the pressure and heat of her ass sent an earthquake through my body, and I pulled out reluctantly. Amanda waited eagerly, her mouth agape, and I rewarded her by stuffing my cock right to the opening of her cute little throat hole and exploding. It was my first orgasm of the day, I had held off on fucking my slaves all day in preparation, and as such I drenched Amanda with a load like she’d never seen. Cum flew from me in long streams, each pump of my shaft brought up gallons of sperm, and it poured from out of Amanda’s flooded mouth and down onto her heaving tits. I punched my cock forward, trying to stuff the thick pool of cum down Amanda’s throat, only to force it to splash out and soak her beautiful nakedness. Immediately after my last blast fired, Tasha had Amanda by the leash and pulled her close. Amanda held both her tits proudly and Tasha devoured them, sucking up thick streams of cum in the process, and it was obvious Amanda was going to enjoy herself this weekend.
The grand finale was Andre, who like Pete had already cum once tonight, but his huge black balls apparently held endless gallons of cum, as he stood up and released a torrent of sperm. The assembled crowd all watched in awe as he stood tall and a veritable hose of cum sprayed stream after stream of sticky cum. It rained down on the heap of bodies that was Michelle and Pam, and both women wound up covered in cum from head to toe. Michelle looked ready to just quit and die, but Pam order her to clean every ounce of cum off of her, and Pam did the same to Michelle, and the two were a pile of kissing and sucking sounds for long minutes after the orgy had ended.
The assembly of guests and myself lounged around the living, exhausted and satisfied. We ordered the slaves to clean us and we continued to humiliate them at any opportunity. A few of the guests even took the down time between fuck-sessions to beat the slaves, something no one else had ever had the joy of experiencing, and all of agreed it was going to be a fun weekend…

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And Mother Makes Four 1

Dear readers, this story is copied from other site with some addition from my side…please enjoy….
Here I am in a Caribbean Resort hotel room in a 69 position with my new daughter-in-law. As we lick each other’s pussy we are both getting fucked in the ass. She is being ass fucked by her new husband who is also my son. I am getting ass fucked by my son’s best friend who was also his best man. Before I finish this scene let me tell you how we all got here.
I am a divorced wife who made out very well in the custody battle and financial settlement. My son and I have lived very comfortably in a stately home. The home is not a mansion but it is plenty big with beautiful private grounds with a security gate. We have a large in-ground pool with very tasteful and comfortable patio furniture. The basement is completely finished with a wet bar, exercise room and recreation room.
My son Jerry had just graduated from college and was planning to get married in a month. Jerry is a good looking young man at age 22 with blonde hair and blue eyes. He is 5’9″ tall and weighs 160 pounds and in excellent shape. He and his best friend Biff work out at our house all the time. Biff is a strapping young man at 6’2″ and 195 pounds. He played football in college and still keeps himself in great shape. He was also 22 years old with brown hair and piercing steel blue eyes.
Jerry was planning to marry Joannie a bleached blonde who I did not care for. I felt she was after Jerry only for our money. Joannie was pretty at 5’7″ and 120 pounds she looked good. Her figure was 34-22-35 without an ounce of body fat. Joannie swam a lot and also worked out with the guys. Her well-tanned body was lean and tight. Her 34b tits were firm and Joannie hardly ever wore a bra. Her short mini-skirts accented her long tan legs. I had often seen had seen Joannie wear thong panties with her curvy ass peeking out from under her skirt.
At 44 years old I was still proud of my figure. I was always small breasted with a 34 b-cup. I had nice legs and a shapely bottom. I was a natural blond with blue eyes. I also made good use of the pool to stay in shape. I had a great tan with no tan lines because I was able to sunbathe in the nude in our private yard. My name is Marla.
Marla watches Biff and Jerry workout
Jerry, Joannie and I were planning the wedding together and we did a lot of shopping together and individually. The wedding and reception would be at our house. Jerry and Joannie would be going to Jamaica for their honeymoon. One day I headed up to go shopping and realized that I forgot something so I went back to the house. I entered the house and I heard Jerry and Biff down in the basement, I figured that they were working out together again. Then I heard Biff speak.
“Oh yeah suck that cock suck it good,” he yelled.
I knew that I shouldn’t but I had to see what was going on in my house. I quietly walked down the stairs and looked into the bar area. There was Biff sitting back on one of the bar stools with my son Jerry on his knees sucking on Biff’s cock. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Here was my son to be married is less than a month sucking on his best man’s cock.
“Man you sure are a great cocksucker Jerry. I think that you may be just a little better than Joannie,” Biff echoed.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and hearing. Was Biff getting blowjobs from both Jerry and Joannie?
“I’m getting close Jerry,” Biff warned.
“Cum on me this time,” Jerry said as he took Biff’s dick out of his mouth and jerked him off with his hand as he fondled Biff’s balls with his other.
I was taken with the size of Biff’s cock. I knew that he had a good package from the times I saw him in his bathing suit but I was not prepared for this. His cock had to be 8-9 inches long and thick enough that my son could not wrap his hand around it.
Jerry continued to jerk off Biff occasionally licking the head of his dick. Then Jerry took the cock head back in and out of his mouth making a popping sound as it left his mouth.
“Here it comes, Jerry,” Biff announced as he shot streams of cum into the air. It landed on his stomach and on my son’s face, hair, chest, and all over the back of his hand.
I had never seen anyone cum that much before. Biff must have fired six or seven volleys of his seed before it just started to ooze out of his dick head. Jerry took Biff’s cock back into his mouth and sucked him dry. He then licked cum off of the back of his hand and off of Biff’s body.
“I love to watch you shoot,” he told Biff.
“What do you like best, watching me shoot or having me cum in your mouth,” Biff asked.
“That’s a tough call. I like watching you shoot barrage after barrage into the air but I also like it when it hits the back of my throat and fills my mouth,” Jerry answered and then went back to sucking Biff’s cock which maintained its erect state.
“Are you ready to fuck me? I really need your cock in my ass now,” my son asked him.
Surely my son is not going to take that monster in his ass I thought to myself. I watched as Jerry retrieved some sort of lubricant and prepared his asshole for Biff’s dick. Biff generously applied the lube to his stiff pecker. My son leaned over the bar stool as Biff got behind him and slowly eased his impressive organ into Jerry’s rectum.
Biff fucked him slowly at first and then picked up the pace. I couldn’t believe that my son could take that entire cock in his ass. Biff was pounding him hard now as his body slammed against my son’s buttocks.
“Oh yeah, give it to me, fuck me hard, fuck me with that ass buster,” my son called out to Biff.
“You have a great looking ass and I love fucking it. I love it as much as fucking Joannie’s ass,” Biff told him as my son was impaled on his cock.
“Take it all in!” he shouted and with one insanely hard thrust he stretched my son’s asshole even more. I thought his cock head would be come out of my son’s open mouth.
“There you go Jerry!” he yelled stopping momentarily as he relished the scene with his entire pole imbedded in my son’s ass. My son was impatiently waiting impatiently for the ass pounding to continue.
“Do you want me to fuck your brains out?” he asked arrogantly.
“Oh God please yes!” my son begged.
With that he pulled his rigid dick out until only his head remained inside of my son’s ass and then he again buried it forcefully to the hilt. Biff repeated the process quickly picking up pace. His sweaty balls smacked right into my son’s ass repeatedly his balls as I watched his bun hole repeatedly stretched and un-stretched over and over. Each slide in and pull out sent a shiver of pleasure up my son’s spine as Biff relentlessly slammed into him. He held my son by the shoulders as he forced himself into him harder and harder.
“Oh that’s incredible!” my son screamed.
“Give it to me, give me your cum, cum in my ass,” Jerry begged him as he jerked on his own cock.
Biff really picked up the pace and rapidly plowed my son’s ass as he raced toward his second orgasm. He held onto to my son’s hips as he pounded his ass. I could tell by the look on Biff’s face that he was really close to cumming.
“Here it comes again,” Biff yelled as his entire body stiffened and he plunged into Jerry’s ass unloading his seed.
“Oh yeah, I can feel it, fill me up, fill up my ass with your jizm,” Jerry called out.
Biff resumed fucking Jerry slowly as Jerry rotated his ass and squeezed his buttocks milking the remaining cum from Biff. Jerry was franticly jerking his own dick in search of his first orgasm. Jerry stiffened with Biff’s cock still impaled in his ass and shot his load across the bar stool. Biff slowly eased his deflating cock out of my son’s ass and it made a popping sound as it cleared his sphincter.
“Man I really know that I’ve been fucked when you fuck me Biff,” Jerry told him as he turned and faced Biff, taking Biff’s cock in his hand and then dropping to his knees to take it back in his mouth.
I was in shock to what I had just witnessed, my own son sucking cock and taking it in the ass. What about Joannie? Did she know what was going on? She was obviously fucking Biff too, so she must know. I watched as the guys began to clean themselves up and then I quietly left the basement. As I walked up the stairs I realized that my own pussy was sopping wet. As appalled as I was I was also turned on by the scene I just witnessed.
I left the house to go shopping as originally planned. As I was driving my mind kept going back to Biff and Jerry. I made up my mind to spy on them some more whenever I could. Would I get to watch Joannie as well? Time would tell.
Joannie joins the guy’s workout
One day the three of them were swimming and sunbathing by our pool. I told them that I was going out for a couple of hours and that I would be home in time for dinner. They bid me farewell and I pretended to leave in hopes that something might happen between them. I was not to be disappointed. Before long I heard them come in from the pool through the doors to the recreation room. They were laughing and joking around and then things got a little quiet. Finally I heard Biff speak.
“Joannie you are doing a great job sucking my cock. I told Jerry the other day that I wasn’t sure who was the better cocksucker, you or him.”
That was my cue to slip downstairs and observe the action. When I got to my observation point I saw that Biff was sitting between Joannie and Jerry on the couch and Joannie had leaned over to suck Biff’s pecker. The three of them were naked and I could see the discarded swim suits nearby on the floor.
“My turn now,” Jerry said as he took Biff’s dick from Joannie and started to suck it.
Joannie moved around and knelt down to take my Jerry’s cock in her mouth. Now my son and future daughter-in-law were both sucking cock, incredible!
Jerry and Joannie kept sucking until both Biff and Jerry came. Biff filled Jerry’s mouth to overflowing with his orgasmic load and Jerry shot his wad into Joannie’s mouth. Jerry and Joannie lick their lips savoring the taste of cum. Biff then had Joannie sit on the sofa as he knelt between her legs to eat her pussy. Jerry sat along side Joannie and they kissed deeply exchanging the remaining cum between them. Biff had lifted Joannie’s legs up on his shoulders and buried his face in her twat. Within minutes Biff had Joannie squirming with her first orgasm.
“Oh shit, oh shit, yeah right there you got the spot. Suck me, nibble me, make me cum,” Joannie yelled out as her body went into spasms with the intensity of her orgasm.
Biff clearly knew what he was doing as he had Joannie going wild. She drenched his face with her pussy cum and he kept right on eating her until she pleaded with him to stop.
“Stop, please stop, no more, I can’t take anymore. Man can you eat pussy,” she gasped.
I witnessed the remarkable recovery of youth for the next several hours as the three of them engaged in a variety of sexual compilations. The men each came at least four times and Joannie had countless orgasms.
Biff was hard again after eating Joannie’s pussy and Joannie wanted his big cock in her cunt. Biff lay back on the sofa and Joannie straddled him lowering herself on his dick. Joannie moaned as the large cock entered her womb. She allowed herself time to adjust to his size and then started fucking herself on his cock. Jerry knelt behind her and began to finger her asshole with the lubricant. Satisfied that she was well greased he eased his 6″ into her ass. Joannie stopped moving and leaned forward slightly so that Jerry would have easy access to her bottom. The guys got into a rhythm and were soon driving Joannie crazy. When Jerry pulled out Biff plowed her pussy and when Biff pulled out Jerry slammed into her ass.
Joannie had multiple orgasms before it was obvious that the guys were close to cumming again. Biff and Jerry picked up the pace and were pounding Joannie’s body. They were not trying to maintain a rhythm but only racing toward their own climatic end.
“Oh fuck me, fuck me, give me your cum, cum in my ass, cum in my pussy, fill me up.” Oh I wish I had another cock for my mouth,” Joannie repeated over and over.
Jerry seemed to cum first based on his body gyrations, then stiffening and gasping as he unloaded in his wife’s to be ass. Biff wasn’t far behind as he started humping Joannie’s cunt and almost bucked Jerry and Joannie off of him with the power of his orgasm. They all collapsed with Biff on the bottom and Joannie sandwiched between them.
After a brief rest the trio moved into position for their finale. Joannie lay on her back as Jerry got between her legs and slipped his cock into her hot pussy. Biff got behind my son and slid his thick cock into his ass. Joannie and Biff let Jerry do all the work humping her pussy and impaling himself on Biff’s dick. Jerry moved faster and faster as he approached his orgasm bringing his two partners off with him. It was amazing as they all seemed to stiffen and cum at the same time. They then collapsed, their bodies totally drained. Once they recovered they headed back out to the pool and I snuck back upstairs with a sopping wet pussy.
Biff Confronts Marla
I had several more opportunities to observe these sex enthusiasts engage in threesome activities and compilations. One day they were shooting pool in the nude and purposely distracting each other during the shot. Jerry was lining up a shot when Joannie jumped up on the pool table and spread her legs.
“I bet you can’t hit my clit,” she said as she opened her labia with her hands and pulled open the protective hood covering her clit.
Jerry replied, “What do you want to bet?”
“The loser has to lick the other one’s asshole,” she said laughingly.
As Jerry took aim Joannie said, “Wait you need a little distraction to make it challenging, Biff fuck his ass.”
Biff then slid his impressive pecker into Jerry’s asshole. Jerry grunted and tried to focus on the shot. Just as Jerry attempted the pool shot Biff plowed into his ass and the ball hit Joannie in the foot.
“You lose,” she yelled as she moved down the table toward Jerry’s face.
Joannie lifted her legs up so that Jerry could lick her asshole as Biff continued to fuck him in the ass. Jerry licked Joannie from her asshole up to her pussy and soon had her cumming on his face. Biff in the meantime shot his load into my son’s ass. Jerry stood up still impaled on Biff’s cock and lifted his own dick toward Joannie’s body and sprayed his cum on her thighs.
These three were insatiable and bordering on sexual deviation. I wondered how long this would go on after Joannie and Jerry were married. I was lost in my thoughts when I realized that Biff was looking toward my hiding place. Had he seen me? Would he say anything? God, I hoped not. I quietly slipped back up stairs praying that I had not been detected.
A couple of days passed and Biff never said a word about seeing me spy on them. I assumed that he had not seen me but I was careful not to return to my hiding place too soon. I thought that if a waited a few more days then I could start spying again undetected.
One weekend the three of them planned a trip with some friends up to the lake. I was glad to finally have the house and pool to myself for a few days. Saturday was a hot day and I chose to hang out by the pool all day. I set the security system so that I would not be disturbed as I decided to read a good book as I sunbathed in the nude. I was totally into the book when I was startled by Biff’s voice.
“Catching some rays, Marla?” he observed.
I quickly reached for my robe but he had already moved it out of my reach. I dropped my book and covered my breasts with one hand and my vulva with the other.
“What are you doing here? I thought you went to the lake. How did you get in?” I asked nervously.
“I decided to pass on the lake and hang out by your pool. Jerry gave me the security code so I just let myself in. You don’t mind if I join you do you?” he replied
“I certainly do mind. I wanted some privacy today and I would like you leave now!” I said trying to sound firm.
He laughed and started to take off his clothes and said, “I’ll just stay for a little while and work on my tan lines.”
I was appalled with his behavior and shocked when he striped naked. I stared briefly at his penis which even in its soft state was 6″ long. I broke my stare and flipped over on my stomach to face away from him.
“Hey what’s the big deal? It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before,” he said.
He knew, he had seen me spying on them and there was no denying it. He then surprised me by straddling my legs and patting my buttocks.
“You have a nice ass Marla in fact you have a great figure. Let me put some lotion on you so that you don’t sun burn,” he offered.
I felt him squirt the lotion on my shoulders and back and lean forward to rub it in to my skin. As he leaned forward I felt the weight of his now erect cock resting on my ass cheeks. I protested and tried to squirm away but he just held me still and covered my body with lotion.
He worked his way down from my shoulders to the small of my back and then started with my calves and worked up to my thighs. Then he began to massage my ass and I felt a familiar stirring in my loins. I was red as a beet but it wasn’t from the sun. I tried one more time to avoid his advances but to no avail. Biff spent a long time massaging my ass cheeks and inner thighs and occasionally let his hand slip between them.
He took hold of my shoulders and slowly turned me over on my back. I was just about to protest again when he kissed me deeply plunging his tongue into my mouth. His tongue sought out mine and he had me reeling in passion. I resolved to allow him to have his way with me. After all isn’t that what I wanted?
Biff kissed his way from my lips to my jaw line and along my neck. He lightly kissed, licked and nibbled my neckline softly. Then he tongued my ear just enough to add stimulation. I wanted to protest but felt extremely pleasurable.
He then worked his way further down to my chest kissing me along the way. When he finally reached my breasts he gently squeezed them and rolled my nipples between his fingers. It had been so long and I felt so feminine, so exquisite and I longed for more of his touches and caresses.
Biff looked into my eyes and whispered, “You have great tits.” Why couldn’t he refer to them as breasts I wondered as he teased, kissed and squeezed my breasts? He tortured me by neglecting my nipples as he went close and blew his warm breath over them exciting me and increasing my desire.
I was on the edge and close to an orgasm just from his foreplay. I urgently craved the touch that would provide my much needed release. Biff brought me to the edge of desire and allowed me to linger there as he touched me. His one hand cupped my vulva and probed at the opening of my moist passage while he continued to tweak and tease my nipples. His wet warm mouth covered my other breast filling me with lust. My desire to cum increased.
Biff had me to the point that I would orgasm if he touched my clit. I was overheated and my pussy was on fire. Just a touch would have ignited my flame and sent me crashing over the edge. A moan escaped my lips as I beseeched him to touch me. “Please, please,” I implored him.
“Please what Marla? What do you want me to do? Do you want to cum?” he asked me in a seductive tone.
“Oh yes, let me cum,” I pleaded.
He pushed both my breasts together and took both nipples into his mouth and sucked them. He would release them letting them pop out of his mouth and repeated the process until my hips were moving of their own accord. He then slid his tongue across them and flicked them back and forth but stopped before I exploded in orgasm.
As he touched the tip of my labia he inserted his finger inside my juicy and wet pussy searching for my clit. He then spread his remaining fingers opening my outer lips as he slid his finger back and forth over my hard pearl.
Biff then knelt and placed his warm mouth on my moisture. He flattened his tongue and slid it back and forth as he licked the length of my slit. My vulva was swollen with desire as he licked and sucked my juices from me holding my clit firmly between his lips. My muscles contracted in spasm and I squirted cum over his fingers and mouth. I moaned and trembled as my body grew weak from my intense climax. Little did I know that the best was yet to come and what was in store for me.
Biff neatly lapped up the remainder of my pussy cum and then he moved up the lounge chair and kissed me deeply allowing me to taste myself from his lips.
“See how delicious you taste. Your pussy really puffs up when you get excited and you are a real squirter,” he told me.
“Biff, my pussy always swelled when I was excited and for as long as I could remember I would squirt cum out in streams. My ex-husband didn’t like that and he would not eat my pussy to climax. He also made fun of my pussy because of the swollen size,” I confessed.
“Well I kind of dig it having you shoot your juice into my mouth. When I scuba dive I see a fish called a Puffer fish because it puffs up when excited. Now I have seen a puffer pussy,” he teased me.
“Now I want to make you feel good and we have just begun,” he said stroking my face tenderly.
Biff stood up and his big cock stretched forward. I was looking at the largest cock that I have seen if my life. Biff’s cock looked twice as big as my ex-husband’s dick. It had to be at least 9″ long and over 5″ around. Biff was obviously proud of his manhood as he almost posed letting it wave in front of my face. I had the urge to take his cock in my mouth but I had never sucked a cock this large before and I was afraid.
He pushed me gently back on the lounge and I lay back all the way, spreading my legs for him. Biff positioned himself between my thighs, took my face in his hands and leaned in to kiss me. I wrapped my arms tightly around him and held him almost in fear of the penetration I knew was to come. He slowly inched his impressive organ into me stretching my womb as he did. I whimpered into his mouth and trembled against him trying hard to control myself. Once he had gotten completely into me he paused and allowed me to adjust to his size before he started fucking me. I had never been so full and it seemed like every fiber in my pussy was alive and tingling.
Biff broke our kiss and looked down into my eyes. “Marla, are you okay?” he asked showing concern.
Unable to speak at that moment I nodded yes and shifted slightly beneath him letting myself adjust to his tremendous girth. As I lay there the feeling of being stretched diminished and was replaced by a wonderful sensation. I knew then that I wanted more.
“Please fuck me,” I whispered.
“With pleasure,” he replied as a smile spread across his face and he began moving his hips. In and out he fucked me very slowly at first and got my juices running and coating us both. He ground his pelvis into me with each inward thrust keeping his cock in constant contact with my clit. I moaned quietly as he pushed into me and gradually increased the pace. Each drive became more powerful than the last pushing deeper into me with more urgency. My moans became louder and as his strokes became quicker. As if a reflex I drew my knees up closer to my chest which gave him a deeper target. In one fluid motion Biff threw my legs over his shoulders and leaned forward supporting himself on his forearms so as not to crush me. He was breathing heavier now and grunting each time he plunged his cock into me. He ground himself harder and harder into me the friction on my clit so was unbearable. His cock was stroking my insides and stimulating my G-spot and his pelvis grinded onto my clit. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to another climax.
“Biff, I am really close. I am going to cum again,” I whimpered almost out of breath.
“Cum for me, Marla I want you to cum for me,” as said as he sped up and pushed harder and faster
Biff fucked me as hard and fast as he could as I came and came and came. My body shook uncontrollably my pussy walls clamped around his cock and I dug my nails into his shoulders as he continued to fuck me hard. As I came down from my incredible high I could feel Biff began to tense up.
“Oh here it comes Marla, I’m going to cum, oh yeah here it is!” Biff exclaimed as with one final shove into me he stiffened and came shooting his load deep within me.
I could feel volley after volley of cum hit the walls of my vagina as Biff spasm and ground against me. The grinding on my clit sent me over the edge once more as Biff flooded my pussy. As we settled down my legs slowly slipped from his body and lay limp on the lounge. Biff collapsed gently on me with our bodies covered with perspiration and the love juices from our intense orgasms. We rested for awhile holding each other. It seemed like we were together for hours and I wondered what time it was. Remarkably we had only been at it just over an hour.
Biff said, “Let’s grab a shower and then hit the pool.”
Strangely enough I did not feel guilty or embarrassed by the encounter. I was now comfortable with my nudity and I walked naked into the house leading Biff to the shower. I felt good about myself and I was proud to show off my body. I entered the shower and relaxed under the cascade of hot water when Biff joined me. We began to wash each other as we were anxious to feel more of each other. I soaped up Biff’s testicles and penis until he was fully erect again in the shower.
I lifted his testicles to feel the weight of Biff’s balls and his sacs were full and bursting again with desire. I maneuvered the rigid engorged cock between my legs and rubbed it against my clit. I then placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of my vagina and rolled the head against my muscular walls opening them slightly.
Biff unable to wait any longer grabbed my buttocks and drew me closer until the mushroomed head of his cock just slipped inside. Using his hips for leverage he forced more of his penis in me until all nine-inches were buried within and the silky walls of my cavern clung to the invader. I enjoyed the feel of his massive intruder as Biff pushed me against the shower wall. Forcing me back against the wall his long cock is evoking wondrous feelings in my pussy. After several minutes of bucking his hips against my pelvis he grunted vocally and I now knew that meant he was not too far off. My vaginal walls convulsed around the stiff manhood my hips gyrated wantonly and I experienced yet another satisfying orgasm. I felt his eruption approaching and his hot liquid suddenly splashed against my insides.
We stayed in the embrace for a few minutes allowing our emotions to subside. I stepped back from Biff and his limp cock plopped out easily. I contemplated taking it into my mouth, sucking off his cum and tasting my own juices intermixed with his, but decided to save that for another time.
Biff and I rinsed off and then headed out to the pool. The rest of the day we swam, chatted and sunbathed in the nude. That evening Biff would stay for dinner and stay for the night. We made passionate love several more times that night until I almost passed out from exhaustion brought on by my intense orgasms.
The next morning I awoke with mixed feelings and with Biff in my bed. I regretted letting my emotions get the best of me but at the same time I was ecstatic with orgasmic bliss. I looked at Biff laying there with his impressive organ in a semi-erect state and I could not resist taking it in my mouth.
I sat naked on the bed before him. My nipples and cunt were alive with desire as I brought his hard cock to my lips. I tried to picture what I looked like; the prim and proper mother of the groom opening her mouth to run her tongue across the head of the best man’s cock. Soon Biff’s cock was deep in my mouth and as he fully awoke he chanted my name.
“Oh Marla that’s it, suck me, suck my cock, lick my balls, play with my balls,” he directed.
I could tell from his hip movements, deep breathing and his inability to continue his suggestive talk that he was close to cumming. It wouldn’t be long now before I tasted his sperm. With me still sucking his cock, Biff eased back on the bed and lay down. I turned sideways so that I could suck his cock deeper into my mouth. I was only able to take about 5″ of his cock although I continued to test my gag line which drove him crazy. I was so engrossed in sucking Biff’s cock that I never heard or saw anyone enter the room.
Sitting on the bed and leaning over to keep Biff’s cock in my mouth had caused my legs to splay open. I suddenly felt a pair of hands on my thighs tugging them open even further. Without removing the cock from my mouth I looked over and saw a totally naked Joannie kneeling between my legs. She began kissing my thighs and around my pubes as her hands caressed my hips and my belly. I turned my attention back to Biff’s cock and I felt Joannie descend to take her kisses to my pussy as she desired to taste and eat from my swollen cunt. I couldn’t stop my hips from rocking back and forth I wanted to cum so badly against her voracious tongue. Her hands and fingers were now caressing my ass. Then her soft warm hand was on my breast caressing and pulling on my hardened nipples as her wet soft kisses sucked at my clit and lips. I came again and again intensely with her mouth glued to my mound and her tongue in my pussy.
Biff sensed my orgasm and continued fucking my face as I stretched my neck trying to keep his cock within my lips again while I fucked Joannie’s face. I continued to lick and suck Biff’s cock and balls before running my tongue under his scrotum across his perineum. He moaned loudly as my one hand circled and squeezed the head of his slick cock and I cupped his bloated balls with the other hand.
Suddenly I felt his hand on the back of my head, grasping my hair forcing me down on his cock. I obediently sucked around the length of his pole, while his cock erupted with hot jets of cum flooding my mouth. As hard as I tried I couldn’t swallow all of his cum quick enough and it ran out of my mouth down my face and dripped on my tits. I whimpered as I licked him clean sluttishly tasting his cum and trying to see up into his eyes. Joannie licked the remaining cum from my tits and sucked on my nipples.
“Hasn’t she just got the greatest nubs,” Joannie asked Biff as she twirled my rock hard nipples in her fingers. I just moaned in the lust of the moment.
I still had some of Biff’s cum on my lips as he moved me onto my back on the bed as if I weighed nothing. He surprised me kissing me deeply and plunging his tongue into my mouth apparently he wasn’t concerned about tasting his own cum. I was so aroused and in such need of his cock in me. I came immediately as he parted my legs penetrating my wet vagina with one deep stroke. My cunt was contracting around his hard cock in a spasmodic frenzy griping his shaft as wave after wave of obscene pleasure coursed through my body.
Joannie straddled my face and began to lower her blond pussy toward my mouth. I panicked and in a less than convincing protest said to Joannie, “I have never done that, please don’t make me do it.”
“Don’t be silly it’s about time you learned to eat pussy. Just do what I did to you,” she directed.
“Marla if you are half as good eating pussy as you are sucking cock Joannie is going to be very pleased,” encouraged Biff.
I leaned forward and slowly stuck out my tongue. I wasn’t sure exactly how to do it so I just sort of pretended I was licking the ice cream off of a cone. I took one, slow lick as I flattened my tongue on Joannie’s bare mound. It felt so smooth and warm and I had achieved the desired effect from the moan I know that Joannie enjoyed it. To my surprise I enjoyed the taste of her and I kept licking and eating her. I pointed my tongue and burrowed into her pussy as it parted her labia and my tongue was rewarded with the exquisite taste of her juice. Soon I was like a puppy at a saucer of milk, licking and lapping up as much as I could as fast as I could.
Joannie was obviously enjoying what I was doing and she reached down with both hands and spread herself wide making it so much easier for my tongue to explore her pussy. My tongue explored all of her as my mind took notes of what seemed to turn her on. Joannie was breathing rapidly and she moaned softly whenever I got near her hard pearl. As I searched out her hard clit still just barely hidden she tensed and began to quiver. After I felt like I had teased her opening as much as I could with my tongue it was time to see her reaction when my tongue finally touched that pearl just as she had done to me earlier.
As I worked on Joannie’s clit my own orgasm was building from the pounding of Biff’s cock into my pussy. Like an animal out of control his hip movements continued to rapidly move his rigid cock in and out of my wetness causing me to cry out again. My legs spread further for this man and his insistent cock in both our vigorous efforts to cum again. My scream was muffled in Joannie’s pussy as another orgasm gushed forth from me.
Biff thrust his dick deeply into me. His hard cock was pulsating in a long deep climax as it filled my wet vagina with his sperm. My womb flooded with the co-mingling of our juices. As I started to recover I turned my attention back to Joannie.
I burrowed my tongue as deep into her as I could and then I just sort of licked and sucked my way up. When I got to her pearl I used the very tip of my tongue to push back the little hood. I was truly amazed at its size. I flicked my tongue over it once and then used the tip to explore the folds of flesh on either side of it. Joannie was now moaning and she used her fingers to pull her hood back as she arched herself so that her pearl stuck out even further like a little cock. I nuzzled it with my nose taking in her scent and I licked it once more before I took it between my teeth and gently nibbled it.
Joannie went wild and started bucking and calling out my name. She let go of her own fleshy hood and pulled my head to her pussy as she cried out in ecstasy. I sucked her clit as deep in my mouth as I could and Joannie humped my face for all she was worth. I was excited that I was able to get her that excited and I sucked harder and played with this wonderful new toy with my lips, tongue and teeth. I don’t know exactly how many times Joannie came but finally she rolled off of me and collapsed on the floor, her body in spasms.
The three of us lay panting on the floor exhausted and sexually sated. Joannie was the first to speak.
“Marla, I have never been eaten out better than that. It is hard to believe that it was your time eating pussy,” she sighed.
“Ditto on the cock sucking,” chimed in Biff. “You were incredible that was the quickest I have cum in a long time,” he continued.
“I can’t believe myself either,” I gasped. “In the last two days I’ve had more sex than I had in the past two years!” I exclaimed.
“What do you think now,” asked Biff?
“I can’t believe that I just had sex with my son’s future wife and his best man. Yet I have never been more satisfied and I am hooked on you two. What are we going to tell Jerry?” I said.
“You let me handle Jerry,” Joannie quipped. “Right now I am horny again.”
Joannie lay back on the bed and said, “Give me some more of your magic Marla. Come on and eat my pussy again.”
I looked at her gorgeous form sprawled on the bed and crawled to her on all fours. I buried my face in her mound and shoved my tongue deep into her womb. Joannie loved to have her pussy eaten.
“Oh yeah!” she exclaimed as she trembled.
Biff got behind me to fuck me doggy style and slid his rock hard cock into my pussy. As I ate Joannie and Biff fucked me, he started to play with my ass. My pussy was dripping wet and Biff used my natural lubrication to finger my asshole. At first I was apprehensive and then it started to turn me on.
Biff pulled out of me and I felt a huge void in my pussy as cool air temporarily filled my hole. “Stay right there,” Biff told me as he left the bed and went into the bathroom.
When he returned he knelt behind me and once again shoved his big dick into my pussy. He started to play with my bum again and squirted some type of lotion in the crack of my ass. He massaged the lotion into my asshole and began to finger me once again. The lotion made me very slick and his finger slid easily in and out of my anus.
Joannie was holding onto my head keeping it in her box as she watched him fingering my ass when she yelled to Biff, “Fuck her in the ass. I want to see you fuck her ass.”
“Yeah, you want it in your ass Marla?” I heard Biff say as I felt his cock press harder against my virgin ass hole.
“No please no!” I cried, shaking my head from side to side with my face still pressing against Joannie’s quim. “I’ve never done that, you’re too big. You’ll ruin me.”
“Don’t be silly he’s not going to ruin you. If I can take him you certainly can take him in your ass. You just need to be broken in,” Joannie said.
Biff spread plenty of lotion on his cock and then covered it with his saliva making it very slick. Then with one steady motion he plunged his cock into my asshole.
He was gigantic, long and wide and I screamed as he began to work his way into my poor tight ass. I could actually feel my stomach cramping around him as he stirred my insides and it burned when I clenched my ass muscles convulsing around his thickness. Shaking and sobbing with painful ecstasy, I fell forward onto Joannie with his hands keeping my ass high in the air for him to plunder.
I screamed into Joannie’s pussy as it felt like a hot thick poker had just been rammed into my ass. Tears filled my eyes as my violated asshole spread to accommodate Biff’s thick cock. I tried to get away but Joannie held me by my ears pulling my face into her womb.
I cried out loud only to have the sound muffled by Joannie’s cunt as his complete length filled me. I felt him flex his cock deep within my bowels as the searing pain continued. Biff reached one hand under me again and teased a nipple. Then he moved his other hand down and rubbed softly against my clit. My body responded to his stimulus and my stomach convulsed with mixed signals.
The intrusion in my ass didn’t feel quite so bad now as Biff’s fingers continued to tease my clit. I felt him move inside my ass now and I tried to relax my ass muscles. My body was working back and forth on his cock now and I was amazed at the feeling of the cock in my ass. My clit was buzzing and the fullness in my ass just seemed to excite my pussy even more.
Biff started hammering into my ass now. His fingers were still busy on my clit but now he had two fingers drilling in my pussy as the others fluttered around my clit. My whole body was aflame as I could feel his fingers pressing against the thin membrane separating my ass from my pussy. I could feel his hard cock sliding in me and the pressure of the fingers on his cock through the membrane.
Joannie yelled out, “Oh yeah, fuck her, fuck her ass, fuck it good!”
I didn’t need Biff to force me on his cock anymore, nor did I need Joannie holding onto my ears. My entire body was fucking back at him of its own accord. I could feel an enormous orgasm building with in me. My pussy was swollen to new proportions.
“Oh God,” I thought to myself, “I’m going to cum again, Oh God!”
Biff continued plowing into me. The hot dry depths of my ass were so tight around his cock I knew that he was going to cum hard too. He worked his fingers faster inside me as he rammed his cock hard into my ass. I started sucking Joanne’s twat like a mad woman. His groin made hard contact with my ass. I could taste Joannie’s wetness leaking around my mouth and the air was filled with the smell of pussy juices saturating the room.
I felt my pussy spasm suddenly and then my whole body went rigid. I felt his cock swell in my rectum and then hot spurts of liquid lava hit me deep in my bowels, giving me my first cum enema. I screamed into Joannie’s mound and sucked on her clit. I could taste her sweet juices as I sucked hard and bit on her clit. All of us shuddered hard as every muscle tensed and then relaxed. I felt a hot explosion as my body was overcome with the most violent orgasm I had ever had. I could still feel his cock throbbing and spurting deep within me.
I was still sucking hard on Joannie’s pussy trying to milk every last drop of cunt juice from her. I felt Biff’s cock shrink in my ass and then slowly back out making an audible popping sound. My ass was still high in the air and my thighs were aching. Biff lovingly caressed my shapely ass cheeks.
The three of us collapsed on my bed totally drained from the intense fuck session. As we recovered I felt like I had reached an all time low. Although I handled the ass fucking I was humiliated and I felt totally dominated. It was a strange feeling to be satiated and ashamed at the same time. Joannie broke the ice.
“Marla you should come with us to Jamaica on our honeymoon,” she said.
“Sure that is just what you and Jerry needs a chaperone, a mother with his son and new wife on their honeymoon,” I replied laughingly.
“No seriously, Biff is coming with us and we have a room for four people. You would be perfect,” she continued.
“She’s right Marla, we made reservations for four people and I was going to invite someone so I can invite you,” Biff added.
“So let me get this straight you and Jerry were going to have Biff and another woman join you on your honeymoon and stay in the same room?” I asked.
“That’s right. You know we are into group sex and that the three of us are fucking one another. Now that we have fucked you it makes sense for you to join us,” Biff said and Joannie nodded her confirmation.
“Even if I agreed to be with you two, what about my son Jerry. How could I even be in the same room with him if we were all fucking?” I asked.
“I told you I would handle Jerry,” Joannie snapped.
“It’s a lot to throw at me at this time but I will let you know. My immediate response is no way!” I replied.
I looked at Biff and noticed that his cock was getting hard again. Joannie followed my eyes and leaned over and took his cock in her mouth. She sucked him to a full erection.
“God does that thing ever stop!” I gasped.
“I want your ass again Marla,” Biff demanded.
Biff and Joannie manipulated Marla onto all fours again. “I am going to shove my cock up your ass and cum inside of you again Marla,” Biff whispered in my ear as he nibbled the back of my neck.
I shivered as he moved the head of his cock against my moist puckered ring and slowly pressed forward. In spite of the previous fucking the head strained to pop through and I let out a little groan of pain. But slowly the pressure from his iron hard dick forced my little ring to open like a flower and suddenly the large mushroom head slipped past the sphincter and into my ass. I let out a groan as my rear passage was stretched once again to accommodate Biff’s ample girth.
Joannie slipped underneath me and began to lick my pussy. Her talented tongue soon had me writhing in ecstasy causing my ass to tighten around Biff’s dick.
He continued to slowly stroke in and out of my tight ass until all nine inches were tightly packed up my ass. I began to moan and my whole body shook from the strain and my impending orgasm. Biff began to slowly fuck me as Joannie munched on my pussy then he picked up the pace and penetrated me with long hard strokes that used the entire length of his great cock. I was going nuts. I loved the feel of his cock as it pulled out then came crashing back in and his big heavy balls bounced off my vulva with Joannie sucking on my clit. I started to thrash about uncontrollably, gasping and moaning with pleasure. When Joannie took my clit in her teeth, I exploded with my sixth or seventh orgasm of the day.
Biff continued to hammer my ass with long strokes. Suddenly I felt that familiar tension in my ass and I knew he was close. He began to piston his raging cock harder into my searing ass in searching for his release, which only served to increase the intensity of my orgasm. I was yelling and moaning, clawing and scratching at the bedcover begging him to finish and for Joannie to stop eating my pussy.
Biff pulled his powerful tool out until just the head was in my ass then he reached under me and grabbed my tits and slammed once more full force into my ass. He did that a couple of more times and then let out a loud groan as he emptied his seed deep into my bowels. I couldn’t believe how much cum he shot into me as his dick continued to hammer into my ass. His cum flooded my ass and I could feel it back out and run down between my ass cheeks and over my pussy where Joannie’s mouth was there to suck up the excess. Biff and Joannie showered, dressed and left the house, leaving me on my bed with cum dripping from my asshole and pussy.
I awoke the next morning with my body aching all over and a constipated feeling. I took a long hot bubble bath to sooth my aching muscles and tender ass. Afterward I tried to check the damage to my asshole with a mirror. Surprisingly everything looked normal. I still couldn’t believe that I had allowed Biff to fuck me in the ass not once, but twice and that I had eaten Joannie’s pussy.
I still could not get over the audacity of those two to invite me on the honeymoon trip. Well I would put a stop to that behavior and I would be sure not to let my guard down again. At least I thought that I could control myself but the image of Biff’s large cock filled my mind.
Marla, Joannie and Biff Unite Again
Only two days passed before Joannie, Biff and I were naked in my king size bed. My son Jerry was off running some errands and Joannie and Biff stayed behind. It started at the pool with the three of us shedding our suits and playing touch and feely games. Then we moved quickly to my bedroom, I could just not resist these two.
Biff’s fully inflated cock protruding from his hips straight up was a very welcome sight and I moved immediately to crouch over the bulbous head. Biff held onto my hips as Joannie separated my labia lips as I gently lowered my self upon his stiff manhood. Inch after inch of his fantastic cock gradually disappeared with in my moist canal until my perineum was resting against his testicles and rubbing his swollen scrotum.
I leaned forward to kiss Biff and his tongue thrust deep into my receptive mouth. Joannie stroked my back and reached under to fondle my breasts and gently pinch my nipples. The sensation of being filled with all of Biff’s nine inches was incredible occasionally he would buck his hips upwards driving his bloated cock even further inside me.
I sat up straight and moved my hips back and forth on Biff’s frame fucking myself on his engorged member. Joannie kissed me deeply plunging her tongue in my throat as she continued to massage my tits and tweak my hard little nubs. As Biff thrust up into my womb, Joannie had slipped behind me to work my ass. She massaged my shapely firm buttocks and tickled my little tight rosebud.
Joannie used her hands to pry my ass cheeks apart and began to lick my snug bung hole. She had done this to me before but never with a cock in my pussy and another one in my mouth. I was going wild with the two way sensations. I felt a warm liquid at my puckered opening as Joannie applied some form of lubricant to it. She coated my tiny opening and smeared it around lubricating the rim. She then eased one of her fingers into my rectum and slowly began to finger fuck my ass. I was going wild and picked up the pace as I rocked my body on Biff’s thick cock.
Joannie removed her fingers and pulled the globes of my ass apart planting kisses on them and rimming my anus. Then I felt something larger at the entrance to my ass and I panicked not knowing what it was. I was about to protest when Joannie appeared at my side and began to rub my tits again before moving in front of me and guiding my face to her pussy. Then I heard Biff.
“Jerry will fuck your ass now Marla. You remember your son Jerry don’t you? You do want to be fucked in the ass again don’t you Marla?” Biff said but more an announcement than a question.
I felt Jerry’s hardened dick nestled against the entrance to my rectum momentarily before it began to force its way inside me. His cock struggled to stretch my resistant muscles. I tired to move to avoid the anal penetration and shook my head in protest. My screams were lost on the pussy in my mouth.
Joannie tried to coach and console me, “Relax Marla there will be a little pain at first, then some cramping and a bloated feeling. After that it will feel good and you will wonder why you waited so long to have your ass and pussy fucked at the same time.”
Her words did little to comfort me. I felt the head of Jerry’s penis burrow in and my rigid passageway soon yielded to the determined action of his cock. The pain was excruciating but as Joannie had said it was short lived. I was steadily being pounded at both ends, my taut muscles gripping the engorged cocks inside me. I ground myself upon the massive dick forcing its way deep into my cervix and then I drew backwards impaling myself on the inflated member worming around inside my ass. The three of them held me in place with their bodies while their hands freely roamed over my body. I felt an arousal in my body and an overpowering heat in my holes. All the while Biff reached up and simultaneously caressed my breasts and tugged and squeezed my nipples.
“I know exactly the joy of ecstasy that you are feeling Marla for I had the very same two cocks in me last night,” Joannie announced wickedly.
Suddenly I felt the cock inside my ass swell up and it started pumping faster. Within minutes I felt the warm fluid from Jerry’s cock being squirted inside my anus and I immediately started to cum myself, my walls convulsed around Biff’s intruder fucking my cunt. Biff grunted as his whole body became stiff and soon he began slamming his cock harder into me. I writhed around and my body arched off the bed as a climax of massive proportion tore through my loins. I could feel my moisture gushing out and intermixing with Biff’s semen.
Joannie was the last to erupt as she grabbed my head and pulled me closer to her pelvis plastering her womanhood against my face. I ran my hand across her pussy and plunged three fingers into her dripping twat, as I swallowed every drop of her oozing discharge. I collapsed on the bed along side Biff and Joannie. They both stroked my body as Joannie moved lower to suck cum out of my pussy. Before long the guys were hard again and ready for more.
I again straddled Biff’s cock and this time Jerry was to have my mouth and Joannie my ass. I sucked Jerry’s pecker into my mouth and I was well on my way to another triple penetration. The ever present Joannie was rimming my ass and tongue probing my anus.
“Look at you Marla taking all this cock at once, I never dreamed that you would become such a slut and such a good fuck,” Joannie said in a praising manner.
I was to take two more man loads in my holes from Jerry and Biff. Once again Joannie was there to clean my pussy. Now I know that I have reached total debauchery. I felt guilty but good and I was sore but pleasured. I had of mixture of feelings and I struggled with them all.
“Mother I really think that you should come with us on our honeymoon. We already have four plane tickets and room accommodations,” my son said.
I lay there contemplating the fact that my son had just cum in my ass and my mouth and now he was inviting me to join them on their honeymoon. I knew the honeymoon would just be a continuation of our fuck fest so I thought, “Why not?” What else could happen that hadn’t already happened. I would find out in a few days.
“Okay after all we have been through this week, why not!” I exclaimed.
“Great, let’s celebrate,” said Biff. “Marla I have to have your ass again.”
We rotated our bodies so that Joannie and I were in a 69 position eating each other’s pussy. Biff shoved his huge cock in my ass and Jerry fucked Joannie’s ass. We stayed like this until we all came again. We then showered and went out to the pool where we sun bathed nude, sipped cocktails and talked about the upcoming wedding and honeymoon. I learned that the resort in Jamaica was an all inclusive couples resort. It had a clothing optional beach and nude Jacuzzi. Biff told us that it was often frequented by straight, bi-sexual, gay and lesbian couples and that swinging couples also vacationed there.
“Yummy,” teased Joannie and she licked her lips.
I thought to myself, “My God what have I gotten myself into?”
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Fiction

Rough Justice

The light fog added a moisture to the air. The coolness of the night wrapped around her like a wet towel, sending a shiver up her spine. She was lucky she knew the area so well, or she could have easily become lost. She looked through the trees at the house where he lived, slightly smiling at the one electric candle burning in the kitchen window.
She knew where he’d be, sitting at his kitchen table, with the lights out, tapping away on his lap-top. On that internet site, looking at the pictures of the women no doubt. She smiled once more, and wondered if he was looking yet again at the new pictures of herself that she’d posted on there. After the text messages she’d just been sending him, he ought to be.
She stopped, just at the edge of the trees. She pulled the phone out of the pocket of her coat, the long one. It reached halfway down her calf, and she was glad that she’d put her knee length boots on underneath. They only had a small wedge heel, so they were good to walk through the woods in, and meant that her legs weren’t bare walking through the undergrowth. It was a half mile through the woods from her house at the top of the hill down to his, and more than twice that down the winding road that led past both their houses to the town at the bottom.
She thumbed another text message. The last few should have got him turned on already, so now it was time to get what she wanted, and get him to do exactly what she wanted him to do, too.
[I want specl pic of ur cok] she pressed send.
[wot u mean] came the answer, within a few seconds,
[want pic of ur hard cok in ur hottub lol] she replied.
[but she in house 🙁 ] he sent back.
[so? bet she wasted agin dare u dare u double dog dare u – will suk u off nex time i c u if u do]
There was no answer for a minute, as she waited silently in the woods, then she heard the kitchen door quietly unlock, open and then close. She ducked back behind a tree as he walked across the wooden decking at the back of his house, and she watched him look back, then pull the cover off the hot-tub, remove his jeans and shirt, and slip into the steaming pool. She could hardly stop herself laughing as she watched him carefully lean back out of the tub, take his phone from his trouser pocket, and take a snap of himself.
‘Men!’ she thought to herself ‘So easily manipulated, so gullible.’
As quietly as she could, she inched around to the side of the house, reached down and unzipped her boots, leaving them just by the side of the deck and noiselessly crept up behind where he was now sitting in the tub, about to send the pic to her.
She sent one last message, [dont drop ur phone!] then when she saw him look closely at his phone she knew that he’d received the message so she stepped up behind him and said quietly
“Don’t drop that now, will you!”
He swivelled around in surprise, and said “Wha….what you doing here! She’ll…”
“She’ll do nothing – I bet she’s up there in bed, full of Prozac and Gin as usual, isn’t she?”
“Yeah” he said, wistfully.
“Well then, how about this instead then?” she said as she undid the belt and pulled her coat open, to show that she was completely naked underneath!
His eyes widened, and the surprised expression on his face turned to a broad smile as she dropped the coat alongside his clothes, and hopped into the warm water of the tub alongside him.
“A promise is a promise…” she whispered to him, and took a large gulp of air, closed her eyes then plunged her head down under the bubbling water. She fumbled her way down his body and, pursing her lips, pushed her mouth down over his stiff cock. It was difficult to suck on it whilst being unable to breathe, and the taste of the chemicals in the water made it very unpleasant, but she stayed down there as long as she could, although probably only ten seconds or so. She burst back up to the surface, spitting out the water from her mouth, and taking a gasp of air.
She pushed her wet hair back out of her eyes, and saw the grin on his face. He was still sitting in the tub, so she straddled him, and guided his cock into her pussy. It was long, and thick, and she felt a glow of satisfaction as it slid into her.
She knew they’d have to be quick, just in case his wife woke up and realised he wasn’t in the house.
She rode him furiously for a minute, the sensations of the warm water bubbling around her adding to the sensuousness of it all. Her breasts dipped in and out of the water with each stroke as she bounced on him, the constant splashing around her hardened nipples adding even more to the sensations.
Although she was nearing her orgasm, she wanted to change position, and the thought of underwater doggy was too good to resist. She raised herself off his cock, climbed to one side of him and whispered “Do me from behind!”
She put her arms out over the edge of the tub, and squeezed her breasts up against the edge, kneeling on the underwater seat. She felt his cock nudge at the lips of her pussy, then slide upwards, and felt him rub his cock between the cheeks of her ass.
She reached around with one hand, and guided him back into her pussy.
He was too big for her to take up the ass.
She wouldn’t even let her regular partner do her that way. She’d done it with a couple of boyfriends in the past of course. It had been enjoyable the first time, with a guy she’d dated in college, but after that, she’d had a fling with an older guy, her boss at her first proper job, and he’d been bigger, and rougher, and she hadn’t enjoyed it.
As her lover began to thrust into her, she reached down and, with two fingers, stroked her clit. They were over a water jet now, and the pleasure for both of them was immense. As she stroked herself, the jet bubbled around her clit, increasing the sensations. She closed her eyes, almost lost in the pleasure. The flow of water stroking around his balls set him off, and he shuddered as he pumped his load into her. She rubbed her clit faster and faster, and soon she came too. She wanted to scream, scream his name out, scream out God’s name, scream out anything but she knew that she daren’t. She bit her lip as she came – her orgasm was massive, fuelled by the bubbling warm water stimulating her whole body, and the sheer audaciousness of their illicit sex.
She knew she should feel guilty about having another woman’s husband, but she didn’t. ‘If she was looking after him properly’ she thought to herself ‘then he wouldn’t be with me. If she wasn’t stoned out of her brains on medication and booze every night, she could be doing this with him, but she isn’t, the stupid bitch!”
The thought that they could be discovered added to the thrill, though.
They’d done it in his garage once before, when he’d told his wife he was ‘fixing the car’, he’d fixed her alright – she’d been sprawled across the bonnet of his car while he’d fucked her fast and furiously. They’d even done it in the woods once, back in the summer. They’d met half-way, she’d brought a blanket. He had ‘taken the dog for a walk’ and the poor thing had been tied to a tree while they fucked. Doggy fashion. They’d laughed about that afterwards, joking that the dog must’ve realised what they were up to.
She shook herself away from the memories. Back to the now.
She climbed out of the pool. He’d only brought one towel out with him, not realising of course that she was there. She grabbed it, towelled her hair back, and quickly dried herself. She threw the wet towel at him so he could dry himself as best he could, and picked up her coat. It was getting cold now, and the late autumnal air chilled her goose-bumped body. Her nipples hardened again, but from the cold this time.
“We’d best go!” she whispered, and pulled her coat on. He nodded, and they kissed, passionately, as lovers do immediately after sex.
He replaced the tub cover and tip-toed back inside the house. She heard the door quietly click shut, and the bolt go across, as she reached the edge of the decking. She looked around for her boots, but they’d gone!
A brief bolt of terror ran through her. She searched around, in case she was mistaken in the dark, and they were nearby, but she soon realised that someone must’ve taken them.
Someone must’ve been watching them in the tub! A little scared now, she wondered who else could be up here at this time of night. Kids? It was a long way to the next house, another mile maybe down the hill?
She realised she had to get home, so she gingerly began to pick her way up through the woods. She couldn’t risk going down to the road, it was a long walk up, and she was afraid that someone driving through would see her. That would possibly give the game away, especially so a woman walking barefoot up the hill at night – that would surely attract attention.
The ground was cold and wet, and the twigs and branches hurt the soles of her feet. She hopped a couple of times as she stood on something spiky in the dark. As she made her way back up through the woods, she began to hurry. She thought she heard someone behind her. She couldn’t see anything in the darkness, but nevertheless she began to go quicker. She let out a squeal as she caught her ankle on something – probably a root – and twisted it, painfully. She limped on, becoming more and more scared. Her feet hurt quite badly now. She shivered from the cold, her wet hair clinging to her head. She felt wretched; the elation of the earlier sexual encounter in the tub had gone. Pain and fear had taken over now.
No matter, she thought to herself, she was in sight of her own house, when she saw something that made her stop short, rooted to the spot. The sight hit her like a bolt out of the blue – her own husband’s car was parked outside their house! What the hell was he doing here? His shift at the station wasn’t supposed to finish until midnight! In the still of the night she could just hear the faint ticks of the engine cooling, so she knew he had only just arrived. She felt for the keys in her pocket. Perhaps she could sneak in the back door into the kitchen, and pretend she’d been in the house all the time?
She made to move off again, when something hard and solid hit the back of her head, and she fell forward on to the ground, dazed and fighting for consciousness. A blow to her ribcage hit her with such force that it turned her over onto her back – a kick, she realised with horror.
She lay there, dazed, stars dancing before her eyes. As her vision cleared slightly she could see in the faint glow coming from the lights outside her house the face of her attacker.
Her lover’s wife!
Still too stunned to move, she knew she was no match for the much bigger and heavier woman when suddenly the Other Woman dropped violently onto her, knees landing on her chest with such force it knocked all the breath out of her. She was totally unprepared for what happened next – the Other Woman punched her smack in the middle of the face. Not a slap as you’d expect from a woman, but a punch like a man would throw, like a bare-knuckle fighter! More stars. Her head span as she felt the rush of warm wetness on her face and in her mouth and she realised that her nose was bleeding freely.
“BITCH!” the Other Woman spat. “You fucking bitch, you fucking cock-happy bitch!” the Other Woman stood up and began to speak into her phone, then broke away to shout “Over here! I got the bitch!”
She lay there terrified, wondering if she could get to her feet and make a run toward her house when she saw the Other Woman’s pistol. Pointed at her. The Other Woman said nothing now, but held her phone in the air with her free hand, the light from the screen providing a beacon to allow the mysterious other person to find them in the gloom.
Still lying on the cold ground, she heard footsteps behind her, and she twisted her head to see who this other person was. With a sudden feeling of vertigo, she felt the world slip away from her as she saw the familiar shape of her own husband approaching. He stopped alongside her, still dressed from work, and then crouched by her. Frozen with terror, she could do nothing as he delivered a swinging smack with the flat of his hand to her cheek. Her face exploded with pain, the white hot sting seemed to scream inside her mind.
He reached down and pulled the belt of her coat open, exposing her naked body underneath.
“Slut” her husband hissed at her, when he finally spoke.
He reached into the pocket of her coat and removed her phone. She could see the screen; the words ‘new picture message received’ were on the front of the screen. He pressed the buttons to open the message – the picture of her lover’s penis was there, the one he’d taken in the pool earlier, he’d sent it to her after he’d gone back inside the house, obviously. Her husband showed the picture to the Other Woman. She grimaced, tears in her eyes “Yes, that’s him alright.”
Her husband read out some of the texts from earlier – both the ones she’d sent and the ones she’d received. He shook his head, then spun and hurled the phone against a tree with such force it shattered, pieces flying everywhere.
Suddenly, with a fast movement, he stooped again, and rolled her over, so she was face down in the cold, wet, mud. He pulled her coat up, higher than her waist, and she felt his weight press down on her.
He grasped her ass cheeks hard, pulling them apart, and she suddenly realised what he was about to do. She began to squirm, to try and struggle free, when she heard her husband say “ Give me that”, and then she felt the cold metal of the end of the gun barrel press against her cheek.
“Don’t move – slut” her husband snarled.
Frozen once more with terror, she was unable to move as she felt his cock begin to push into her ass. She felt the head push in slowly, as he lined it up….then he thrust it as far in as he could, one hand roughly grasping her ass cheek, as the other continued to point the gun at her face.
The pain was almost unbearable. It felt as though she had been punched in the stomach from within, a feeling of nausea swept over her, she dry-urged, and it felt as though her insides had filled with ice-cold, but burning cement.
Her face rubbed in the dirt as he continued to fuck her ass heavily, one hand now grasping her shoulder, the other still pressing the gun against her face, which was side down in the dirt. Her tears began to flow, running down her muddied cheeks. The Other Woman watched and laughed loudly as he finally dumped his load inside her, withdrew, and then roughly pulled her over onto her back again. She could feel the warm cum inside her, a physical violation, adding to her humiliation. Her husband handed the pistol back to the Other Woman. “You know what to do with that” he said “Do what we said we would.”
“Of course.” said the Other Woman “Can’t wait.”
The gun was pointed straight at her as she lay there defencelessly, fascinated by the horror of it all. The Other Woman clicked a button on the side of the gun, the safety catch no doubt, and she squeezed the trigger slightly, so the hammer moved back, poised to spring forward and release the bullet in the chamber. The fear was too much for her now, and she felt the sudden rush of hot liquid between her legs, as a steaming jet of urine shot out. Despite her fear, she also managed to feel embarrassed at her loss of self-control.
“HA HA HA HA the bitch is pissing herself!” the Other Woman gloated.
She closed her eyes as the Other Woman squeezed the trigger all the way.
She heard the shot ring out – in the still of the night it was the loudest thing she’d ever heard, the noise of the deafening report blasted through her head. She tensed, her body now rigid with abject terror. There was silence, apart from the muffled echoes of the shot ringing through the wood. She tentatively opened her eyes.
Both the Other Woman and her husband began to laugh, their mocking laughter ringing out every bit as deafeningly loud as the gunshot had been, it seemed.
“It was a blank, you bitch!” the Other Woman guffawed at her.
“Would have served you right if it had been for real though.” Her husband added. He squatted beside her, and removed the keys from her coat pocket. “If you’re anywhere near MY house when I get back, it might be!” he threatened. “Just fuck off. I don’t care where, just as long as it’s a long way from here.” He turned to the Other Woman “Shall we?” he asked her.
“Yes, let’s go sort that other fucker out” she laughed “I reckon he’ll not only piss, I reckon that bastard will shit himself too, when you point the gun at him!”
They both laughed, and made off into the woods, back down the hill towards the other house.
She picked herself up off the ground, weeping. There was blood congealing around her nose, wisps of steam still rose from her legs, and the tears from her eyes only served to streak the mud stuck to her face.
The pain inside her ached, worse than any period pain she’d ever experienced, her sore behind making it even more difficult to walk.
Her hair clung to her head, still damp, knotted and now muddied too. The soles of her feet still hurt, and she struggled to stand on her twisted ankle.
Sadly she made her way toward the road, too scared to head to the house that had been her home for the past seven years. She knew her husband had a gun of his own, and his wasn’t loaded with blanks.
It took her an age, it seemed, to limp to the road, then she turned and began to struggle down the hill towards the town….
She limped down the road, the feel of the cold wet tarmac beneath her sore feet only serving to remind her of her predicament. No phone, no money, no cards, no ID, not even any clothes apart from the long coat she wore. She shivered as she wondered what she was going to do. Find a payphone somewhere? She could call her best friend, Julia, and reverse the charges.
Ju was her best friend; she would come out and pick her up in her car. She wondered what she would tell her though. Julia disapproved of her affairs; Julia had always told her that she ought to remain faithful as she’d married a smashing man, with a good job. She’d always nodded sagely and agreed with Ju, then ignored her advice completely, immediately afterwards. The two women had been good friends since college and had been chief bridesmaid at each others weddings. She was even godmother to Julia’s daughter, Jamie.
She wondered if Ju had ever realised what went on while she, Julia, had been in hospital for a week after giving birth to Jamie. She’d gone round to look after the dogs, and also to make sure that Ju’s husband Jimmy had a hot meal inside him. Jimmy was one of those alpha-males, handsome, very macho and supremely capable around the house with DIY and suchlike, but unable to be trusted to even boil an egg in the kitchen.
She’d looked after Jimmy alright.
The first night after Jamie had been born she’d gone round to the house and was waiting, with a hot meal cooked, for Jimmy to get back from the hospital.
He’d stopped off at a bar on the way home ‘To wet the baby’s head’ he’d said.
They’d shared a bottle of wine as they ate, and then she’d poured up a whiskey for them both. They’d sat on the sofa drinking and, as Jimmy had chatted merrily away, she’d slipped her hand down his chest and had rubbed his crotch as she sat next to him. He’d stopped speaking, and offered her no resistance as she’d unzipped him and given him a blow-job there and then.
It was only after he’d shot his load into her mouth that he told her that Julia wasn’t a fan of oral sex. She very rarely performed it on Jimmy, and had never allowed him to cum in her mouth.
She’d enjoyed the feeling of one-upmanship that this gave her over her friend, and for the next week, she’d spent every night in the bed of her best friend, with the husband of her best friend.
She and Jimmy had agreed that once Julia came out of hospital, it would be over and neither of them would mention it again, and they hadn’t – apart from the New Year’s Eve party two years ago, when she’d been coming out of the toilet to find Jimmy queuing there. She’d pulled him back into the toilet with her, and they’d had hasty, rapid, hard, rough sex there and then, standing up in the small WC. She’d dressed as a gangster’s moll for the fancy dress party, and he’d simply pushed up her short little black dress and pulled her panties to one side and stuck his throbbing cock into her, and fucked her for all he was worth.
She’d pulled away from him as he’d begun to grunt his orgasm, and had swiftly knelt, ramming her lips over his cock in time to catch the semen as it pumped forth, swallowing it greedily down.
Both Julia and her own husband had looked at them a bit suspiciously as they’d rejoined the party, but nothing had ever been said.
She felt a little guilty now – but only because Julia was the only person she could turn to. She had few female friends; too many of them were suspicious of her and her reputation. Her own husband had always previously ignored the rumour-mongers, perhaps because he wanted not to believe them.
Obviously, that had changed tonight.
She continued to limp down the road, and saw the headlights of a vehicle heading up the road. She stepped off the road, as far into the bushes at the side as she could, hoping that the driver wouldn’t see her, or at least the state she was in. She wiped the now-drying blood from around her nose onto her sleeve, and pushed her coat towards her ass, to wipe the semen that was now dribbling from her anus, onto the lining. She licked her palm, and tried to rub the mud off her face.
As the vehicle approached she saw it was a large truck, chugging slowly up the hill. As it passed her she realised that the driver had plenty of time to see her, and she’d lowered her eyes in shame as she stood by the roadside for several seconds as the truck slowly passed by.
She’d previously had fun with the truckers on this road. There was a transport depot on the industrial estate on the far side of the hill, so a lot of trucks passed up and down during the course of the day and night.
During the summer she used to jog each afternoon, sometimes wearing jogging pants, sometimes (when the weather was at its warmest) wearing shorts, but with either she used to wear just a little vest, and sometimes no bra underneath.
She used to Vaseline her nipples to avoid them getting sore, and this made the material stick to them, making them very visible. She was big up top anyway, and the combination of shorts and vest showed off her 34DD-26-36 figure perfectly. She enjoyed the frequent wolf-whistles and shouted comments from the drivers as they passed. Sometimes she’d reward them by pulling her vest up at the front, and flashing her boobs at the trucks as they drove past, hoping that the drivers could see her in their mirrors.
It normally took her about 20 minutes to run down to the bottom of the hill, and about 25 to jog back up. She knew it was going to take a lot longer than 20 minutes tonight, with bare, sore, feet, limping from her twisted ankle, and still aching from the cock that had been forcefully jammed into her ass. The night seemed to grow colder, too – the mist had thickened like a chilled, damp blanket. She wasn’t even sure if she could make it that far, the mile into town could have been twenty, or thirty, the way she was walking now.
Then, a truck approached from behind her. As it drew alongside her, it slowed, and stopped just a few yards in front of her. She heard the window wind down and a voice shout “Hey, Lady – you need a ride into town?”
The truck looked the same as the one that had gone up the hill a few minutes earlier, obviously from the same company, or was it the same one? She didn’t know and didn’t care.
She struggled, but gladly pulled herself up into the cab, wincing from the pain in her rear.
Thoughts raced through her mind. She wondered what cover story she could tell the driver to explain why she was wandering barefoot down the hill this late in the evening, she hoped that all the blood was off her nose, she hoped she could stop her coat falling open to expose her nakedness underneath, she hoped that the driver wouldn’t smell the urine and semen that had run down her legs, and she hoped that he wouldn’t insist on driving her straight to the police station. She didn’t know if her husband’s colleagues there knew what had happened, but he must have told them something in order to finish work early.
She knew she didn’t want to find out if they knew. For all she knew she could end up in a cell on some trumped-up charge.
She hastily pretended to be confused, and affected a stammer as she spoke. Inwardly proud, even in this horrid situation, of her ability to manipulate and dupe men, she told the driver that she didn’t really know who she was.
She said that she’d come to, lying in the woods – she must’ve fallen and hit her head and had amnesia – she couldn’t remember who she was, and could he drive her to the hospital, please?
Relived, she settled back into the passenger seat. There wouldn’t be any problem about the driver smelling her at least, his body odour seemed to fill the cab, the stale sweat made her wrinkle her nose. She thought about opening the window again, but decided not to risk offending the man who would be her saviour by getting her to the hospital, and there’d be a payphone there.
She glanced sideways at the driver. He was in his fifties, unshaven, and his greasy hair was unkempt. He wore a dirty, stained vest underneath a bright yellow Hi-Visibility waistcoat, and his beer-gut was visible over the top of a pair of filthy work-trousers.
As they reached the outskirts of town she saw the familiar outline of the local school. This was her usual turn-around point when she went out for a run, she’d jog around the perimeter of the school grounds, then head back up the hill. She’d always tried to time it so she’d be seen by the older boys when they were out on the playing fields at the rear of the school – she used to enjoy knowing that she was causing a few erections amongst the boys, and possibly she might have been the subject of a few wet dreams, too.
If any of them were close enough, she used to wink at the Games Masters as well, knowing that some of the teachers fancied her also.
Suddenly, and without warning, the truck swung off the main road, and down the side road alongside the school.
“What’s going on?” she demanded, nervously.
The driver said nothing, but gunned the engine, and drove the truck around to the side of the playing fields, well away from the road. There were no streetlights here, and in the mist only a faint glow marked where the main road was. The only light in the cab of the truck was from the dashboard.
Suddenly he jammed on the brakes. She wasn’t wearing a seatbelt and so she shot forward off the seat, bumping heavily on the dash. She felt a dread overcome her, and screamed “GET AWAY FROM ME!” as she fumbled at the door to try to get it open.
“Shut it, bitch!” snarled the driver as he banged his fist into the back of her head. For the second time that night her head swum and she saw stars. He shoved her back into her seat, and pulled her coat open.
“Heh-heh-heh, I thought so! No fuckin’ undies!” he grunted. “Did you think I didn’t recognise you as I drove up the hill?” she froze in terror, her insides once again knotted as she listened to the man snarl his words at her.
“Fucking little slut … all the drivers used to talk about you in the canteen, you prick-teasing little blonde whore. We’ve all seen your tits from a distance, now I can see ‘em up close. And that little cunt of yours too!”
He reached over, and roughly grabbed hold of her breast with one hand, squeezing it hard enough to make her cry out.
“SHUT UP!” he yelled, and slapped her face with his free hand.
The blow caught her across the same cheek that her husband had slapped less than an hour ago, re-doubling the stinging sensation, and bringing tears to her eyes yet again. He grasped her face with his hand, squeezing her cheeks between his thumb and fingers, forcing her jaw open and leaving her unable to speak.
He shifted himself across the seats so that he was now on top of her. She tried to shake her head, to beg and plead with the man, but his grip around her face was vice-like, the rough skin of his fingers irritating the smooth skin of her face, and she could neither speak nor move her head. She held up her hands in front of her, to try to push him away, and squirmed and struggled, trying to bring up her knee towards the man’s groin. Still grasping her face, with his other hand he punched her hard in the stomach twice, knocking all the fight out of her.
She realised that no matter what she did, he was going to have his way with her, and the more she fought back the more he would hurt her. She closed her eyes and tried to disassociate herself from her body, to detach herself from the awful thing that was about to take place, as though it was all somewhat unreal, happening to someone else.
She could smell his bad breath on her face now though; the stink brought her sharply back to reality. The bristles on his chin chafed her lips as he brushed his face against hers, and tried to kiss her on the lips. She could feel his saliva drooling and dribbling onto her face, and it turned her guts.
Once again she tried to pretend that this was happening to someone else, as the man pulled down the front of his trousers, exposing his erect penis.
He moved all his weight onto her, pushing his legs between hers, forcing her thighs apart, and tried to enter her. She was rigid with fear, and he seemed unable to penetrate her. “Let me in there, cunt!” he hissed, and both his hands grasped her round the throat, squeezing her in a stranglehold.
Now truly fearful for her life, she tried in vain to relax her abdomen.
She attempted to gasp out the words ‘No, please no’ but they only came out as muffled, guttural sounds. The only thing she could do if she wanted to live, she realised, was to get him inside her herself. She grasped his throbbing cock with one hand, and grabbed at his hip with the other. She pulled his hips up to hers, and steered the cock to the opening of her vagina, pushing the head of it between the lips. Suddenly he let go of her throat, and his hands dropped to her shoulders, holding her steady as he forced his cock into her. The pain was intense as he penetrated her, her dry pussy sending pain signals flashing in her head.
He fucked her roughly for a minute or so, then suddenly pulled out of her. His hand went to the top of her head, and forced it down towards the twitching penis. Powerless to resist, she pursed her lips as he forced himself into her mouth. The taste of him was vile; his unwashed cock filled her senses with a sickening taste and smell, like a mixture of rancid yogurt and parmesan. The last of the cum from her lover’s load from the pool earlier still lingered too, now presented into her mouth by the penis of this stranger. He grasped her hair now, and forced her head roughly up and down as he pushed his hips forward and back, fucking her face until his cum began to spurt into her mouth. He rammed her head down hard, the end of his cock pressing towards the back of her mouth, and she began to choke as the hot semen pumped down her throat. Too afraid to do anything else, she swallowed hard, gulping the cum down.
As he pulled out of her mouth, the knot of fear in her stomach began to expand and contract, and she began to retch and urge. She could not only feel, but even hear, her stomach liquids begin to gurgle. She instinctively put her hand over her mouth, fearing that she would be sick.
The driver noticed, and suddenly, with panic in his voice, shouted “OH NO YOU FUCKING DON’T, not in my cab you bitch!” he lunged across her, and opened the door with one hand, and shoved her roughly through it. Unable to stop herself, she fell heavily onto the ground by the side of the truck. The driver started the engine, and she crawled onto the verge, clear of the wheels, just in time as he drove off. She raised herself up onto all fours and her body convulsed as she finally vomited, again and again and again.
She slumped back onto the ground, next to the pool of sick that she had just created, curled up into the foetal position and began to cry again. Her nose was assaulted by a myriad of scents – the damp grass on which she was lying, the vomit next to her, the sweat of the man who had just violated her, her own fearful sweat, the taste of the cum in her mouth, the urine, the cum dribbling out of her, it all threatened to overcome her completely. Once again, she struggled to remain conscious. Her body began to shake uncontrollably as she wept, becoming more and more hysterical. She sobbed and sobbed in the cold darkness, until finally she was aware of a vehicle approaching. She looked up, her vision blurred with tears, to see the flashing lights of a police car drawing towards her……….
Yet again, fear gripped her. She tried to get up onto her feet, a feeling inside her told her to run but she found she couldn’t even stand properly. She only made it up onto all fours again, when the car pulled up alongside her.
The Policeman climbed out, and grabbed her by the coat, dragging her to her feet. He pushed her up against the car, and said, in a mocking tone, “Well, well, what do we have here? You look in a pretty bad way, lady. Have you been drinking?” she shook her head and tried to speak, but the words stuck in her throat.
He spoke again, in the same mocking tone “Or is it something else? What do we have here, then?” he reached into her coat pocket, and then held up a small plastic bag. “Oh-ho!” he exclaimed. “Dope, huh?”
She shook her head again, and managed to stammer “N-no…that’s not…”
He interrupted her “Shut it! You know where you’re going.” He spun her around, forcing her against the side of the car and grabbed her wrists, then handcuffed her hands behind her back.
He ran his hands over her body, ostensibly to check for weapons, but simply used it as an excuse to feel her body over, grabbing big handfuls of her breasts and her behind. He bent slightly, and began to run his hand up between her legs, stroking the inside of her thighs, but suddenly stopped and hastily pulled his hand away “Yeee-uck!” he exclaimed, wiping the sticky mess on his hand onto her coat “Dirty bitch! Get in the fucking car.” He pushed her into the car, and she was sprawled across the back seat. He jumped into the driver’s seat, fired up the engine and drove off. With a feeling of increasing dread, she knew he was taking her to the Police Station.
When they arrived, she was manhandled out of the car, through the doors and past the reception desk. The Duty Sergeant said nothing, but shook his head and tut-tutted as she was marched past his desk, straight into a cell. Still cuffed, the door slammed behind her, and she was left there, alone. Time dragged slowly by, the silence broken only once by muffled noises – someone was being put in the cell next to her. She couldn’t see or hear exactly who or what but for some reason the thought that there was someone else there was strangely reassuring – she felt less alone, isolated. The thought occurred to her that it was less likely that anything bad could happen to her if there was someone next door.
She waited nervously to find out what was going to happen next. How long she couldn’t tell, but it seemed an eternity before the Sergeant returned, accompanied by a different officer, and unlocked the cell door.
She knew them all, of course, seven years as a policeman’s wife had meant that she’d been to all the barbeques, all the Christmas parties, all the weddings, all the christenings. She’d chatted to them all, to their wives, their relations. She’d bounced their kids on her knee; she’d been part of the little station ‘family’. The Sergeant was carrying a clipboard, and a hands free phone. “I suppose you’d better be allowed one phone call” he said as the other officer undid the cuffs “What number do you want?”
Her head swam as she struggled to remember Julia’s number. Falteringly she managed to stammer out the number. The Sergeant laughed grimly as he looked at his clipboard “Yes, he said that would be the number you’d want” he punched the number into the phone, and handed it to her.
As the ringing tone beeped in her ear she prayed that Julia would pick it up.
There was a click as the phone was answered, and her heart leapt with joy as Jimmy’s voice said “Hello?”
She spoke rapidly, the words jabbering forth, “Jimmy, Jimmy ohmygod is Julia there? I HAVE to speak to her right away I’ve been arrested I’m at the station you have to get her to come down bail me out please Jimmy I’m so scared”
Jimmy’s voice was filled with confusion as he replied “What? That’s crazy! Babe – Julia’s not here, she got a call about twenty minutes ago and went out. Weird, she just grabbed her coat and went out without a word and she’s not answering her phone. Jamie’s in bed so I can’t come down. I’ll try her again, hon, and get her to come down. You hang in there kiddo” as he hung up she despaired, her heart pounded in her chest.
Downfallen, she handed the phone back to the sergeant, as the second policeman replaced the cuffs. Both officers left, the clanging of the door reverberating in her ears as she slumped onto the narrow, hard, bed that was across the back of the otherwise bare cell and shivered, feeling cold now in the unheated stone-walled room. Her body ached from the blows and assaults it had suffered during the course of the events that had just happened.
More time passed but how long she had no idea – ten minutes? Twenty? It seemed an age, until she heard the cell door unlock.
Her heart skipped several beats as she saw her husband walk into the cell, holding a small set of keys. He was still in his uniform from earlier, and as she looked him up and down she saw the traces of mud on his shoes from his walk in the woods. His face showed no expression, no emotion at all. Without saying a word he pulled her to her feet, turned her around and began to unlock the cuffs. A wave of relief swept over her, she suddenly thought that perhaps he thought he’d punished her enough, and now he’d come to release her, to take her home.
She wanted to be with him, to be comforted in her own home, in her own bed. She began to speak, she’d talk him round she knew, she always did, he always believed her “Darling, oh darling, I’m so, so, so very sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I swear, I’ll do anything, anything you want. I’ll never do it again, it was all such a mistake, and I’ll never look at another man again” she knew he wouldn’t be able to resist the next bit. At their wedding breakfast she’d been called on to make a speech and, unprepared for it, she’d just risen to her feet, turned to him, looked him directly in the eyes and said “I…Love You, I love you, I love you, I love you.” He’d had tears of joy in his eyes then, and she hoped he’d melt in the same way this time. She spoke the words, and repeated them twice more.
She looked back over her shoulder, but his face still betrayed no emotion. She wanted him to sweep her up in his arms, carry her home and make love to her. He’d unlocked one wrist, but instead of unlocking the other he roughly pulled the coat back over her shoulders and down her arms, then he threw it into the corner of the room. He swiftly snapped the cuff back onto her free wrist, so she was now naked, her hands cuffed behind her back once more. Her hopes dashed, she sank into deeper despair. He grabbed her arm, and roughly pulled her out of the cell and along the corridor towards the officers’ changing rooms.
She’d been in there once before, a couple of years ago; there’d been a barbeque on the lawn at the back of the station as a fund raiser for a local charity, all the officers and their families had been there. She’d gotten herself all turned on somehow by throwing wet sponges at the husband of one of the female officers, who was a teacher at the local school, and had been placed in the stocks as a target.
Dressed in just a vest and short shorts she’d been flirting with him whilst he’d been helpless and they’d both giggled as she’d thrown the sponges at him, making more and more obvious puns, telling him that he wasn’t the only one who was wet. After he’d been released from the stocks he’d come inside to dry off and change, she’d followed him in and she’d gotten what she wanted, with a quick standing-up job. She’d just ripped her shorts down and stepped out of them, and he’d fucked her up against the wall by the showers. The memory held no fondness for her now, as her husband pushed her through the half-open door into the room beyond.
Her jaw dropped with surprise as she realised that there were already several people in the room she had just been pushed into. As her eyes stretched wide in horror her brain took in the identities of the six other people who were grim-facedly staring at her and her nakedness.
The Sergeant and the other officer who’d accompanied him in the cell earlier.
The officer who’d arrested her and planted the drugs on her.
The wife of her next door neighbour, still carrying the gun which had been pointed at her head earlier that evening when her own husband had forced himself into her backside, except it was now tucked into the belt of her trousers.
A uniformed female police officer (with a sickening realisation she recognised her as Angie, the wife of the schoolteacher she’d had at the barbeque party), and her best friend, Julia.
Julia! My god what was she doing here?
Then the awful realisation dawned on her, that all her carefully spun webs of deceit had gone, her lies now as exposed as her own naked body. She knew then that her husband must’ve cracked the password to the personal diary she kept on her computer of her exploits. She struggled for air as she began to panic, her mouth bone-dry, the fear making a hard knot inside her stomach.
Her husband still stood behind her, and he pushed her forward, into the communal shower area. The others filed in behind them, and fanned out behind her husband, who shoved her from behind. She stumbled a few steps forward, unable to balance properly with her hands behind her back, and lightly bumped against the back wall of the shower area. Shaking with fear she turned around so that her shoulder blades were resting against the cold tiles at the back, and she stared, wide-eyed with terror at the group of people facing her.
Still no-one spoke, until the arresting officer passed something to her husband and said “There you go, Chief! I’ll go get the tap on.” With horror she realised it was the fire hose, which he must’ve unravelled from its coil out in the hallway. She watched, transfixed with fear, as the officer went back out into the corridor and then she saw the flat hosepipe suddenly jerk and widen, and first one squirt, then a steady stream of water shot forth from it. She cowered back against the wall, as her husband began to speak, raising his voice to be heard over the splashing of the water “Well, Rambo, looks like we gotta clean this one up, don’t forget to get her behind the ears!” she knew he was acting out a scene from that awful Stallone movie he liked to watch, and she knew what was coming next.
He turned the hose on her, the cold water shocking her body, and the force of the jet sharply reminding her of all the bumps and bruises she had from the various knocks and blows she’d already suffered tonight. She pushed herself back against the wall, and tried to move to one side to get away from the icy stream of water battering her. The force of the jet unbalanced her, and she lost her footing on the wet surface beneath her. Her feet scrambled momentarily, then she fell to the floor, the water still hammering across her body. She hit the floor hard, unable to put out her hands to save herself, and the wind was knocked out of her. She curled up into a ball against the wall, as her husband began to laugh loudly, still spraying the hose over her. The icy water boomed in her ears and she struggled to catch her breath until, eventually, she heard her husband shout “Ok, turn it off now!” and the water finally stopped. She slumped across the floor, lying on her side, looking up at the circle of people standing around her. She heard her husband’s voice again – “Ok then, she’s all yours.” With horror, she saw the three other women in the room step towards her.
“How could you?” Julia shouted at her, with tears in her eyes “And to keep a diary of it on your computer? You cow, you stupid cow!” Julia reached down and grabbed a handful of her wet hair, pulling it hard. The sudden pain made her squeal, and she felt her head lash from side to side as Julia shook her by the hair. She let out a cry of pain as a handful of hair came away in Julia’s hand, then she felt her legs being pulled apart. Through the tears that now streamed from her eyes, she looked down and saw the Other Woman, her neighbour, kneeling between her thighs. Fearful of what was about to happen, she squirmed and tried to kick the woman away.
The female police officer grabbed one of her legs, and then Julia grabbed the other, pulling them wide apart. The Other Woman knelt between her thighs again, and grabbed her pussy lips roughly with both hands, pulled them apart, then released her grip, and spoke to the others ”Help me with this, will you?” Julia tucked one arm around her thigh, keeping it pulled to one side, and pulled harshly at one side of her pussy.
She was helpless, unable to move as the female officer did the same thing on the other side of her. The Other Woman roughly pushed a finger sharply into her vagina, withdrew it then shoved four fingers into her. “You deserve this, you bitch!” she hissed as she pulled the hand back and wrapped her fingers into a fist.
She looked down at the ghastly sight of the woman place a hand flat on her stomach, and moving her other hand, fist clenched, towards the exposed opening. As the fist entered her she let out a scream at the top of her voice, the unbearable pain was greater than anything she’d ever experienced. Her eyes bulged in shock as she saw the Woman’s hand disappear up past the wrist. All the horrors of what had already happened that terrible night were eclipsed by the dreadful violation of her most intimate place that was now occurring.
She screamed again, her voice wailing loudly as her head thrashed from side to side. Her husband crouched behind her and gripped the sides of her head, holding her steady. “Scream all you like, bitch!” he said “These are two foot thick stone walls and the nearest other building is fifty yards away – In here, no-one can hear you scream.” She looked down and then shut her eyes tightly as the Other Woman twisted and turned her fist inside her. She could feel the knuckles as the fist banged around inside her, and then she felt the hand begin to flex, fingers out, then she wailed louder still as she felt the fingernails scratching her insides.
She screamed and screamed and pleaded for her to stop, but the Other Woman simply grinned as she continued the torment.
Not to be outdone, the female officer leant forward and, taking one breast in her mouth, began to bite down hard on the nipple. She screamed even louder now, one long continuous wail. The cold, hard, wet floor beneath her brought a sharp focus to the terrible events unfolding. There could be no self-detachment from these horrors; the dreadful fact of it all was all too real. Eventually, she felt the fist withdraw from her, and her legs were released. She slumped on the floor, rolled to one side, pulled her knees tightly up under her chest and wept. Droplets of water on her body chilled her, but she shook from more than the cold – the harrowing experience was causing her to lose control of her body, she shuddered as if having a fit, unable to stop the juddering, unable to even speak.
The respite didn’t last long.
She heard voices, followed by laughter, then felt hands grasping her again, pawing her and pulling her legs apart once more. She opened her eyes to see the three uniformed policemen crouching around her, and she knew what was about to occur. She let her body hang limp, too weak now to fight back, too broken mentally and physically to resist.
The three men each had her, the Sergeant was first, and he pushed his cock into her pussy, roughly.
The penis entered her, and tears once again flowed from her eyes as her sore insides responded to this latest invasion by sending blind agony through her brain. She laid there like a rag doll as the Sergeant rode her for a while, her body limp, her head banging from side to side loosely on the hard floor. He pulled out of her, and masturbated briefly, just a few strokes, then his load spurt out over her, splattering on her belly.
The second officer saw her tears and, laughing, said mockingly “Awww, poor thing – don’t you think her pussy’s suffered enough?” and he rolled her over onto her front, pulled her up onto her knees then grasped her hip with one hand, and guided himself into her backside with the other. Her anus was still sore from the sodomy she’d endured earlier from her husband, and she groaned, a long low moan, as she felt the man penetrate her. The officer who’d arrested her knelt in front of her then and lifted her head by the hair. She found herself staring down the barrel of a gun again, this time it was pointed directly between her eyes. As her body jerked rhythmically with the motions of the man fucking her ass, she heard the words “If you bite me, I’ll blow your fucking head off, ok?” then felt a cock force it’s way into her mouth. She grew even more scared now, the sight of the gun made her wonder if they intended to kill her here in the shower and hide her body.
Fearing for her life once more, she began to suck, to try to appease the armed man in front of her. As her body rocked to the rhythm of the man behind her, she slid her mouth up and down over the stiff member that was in it. She felt the grip on her hips tighten, and the man behind her thrust even harder into her, as he let out a loud moan, then she felt his warm cum inside her body. Without warning the man in her mouth suddenly ejaculated too, shooting his cum into the roof of her mouth, and filling her mouth with it. Desperate to please, she slurped loudly and swallowed as much of it as she could – a few drops dribbled from her lips, but she sucked most of it down and forced herself to swallow it.
She lay there for a while as, one by one, all the people who had done these terrible things to her filed out of the room. Eventually only she and her husband remained. He helped her to her feet, and guided her back towards the cell where she had been held.
As they passed the cell where the other person had been incarcerated earlier, she heard a man’s voice coming from it, desperately pleading. “Hey, please! Please! Gimme some help in here, huh? At least some clean clothes or something. Please?” the man was almost bleating as he shouted through the spy-hole in the door.
With sudden alarm, she realised it was the voice of her next-door neighbour, her hot-tub lover! Her husband shouted back at the door “Shut up in there, shitpants! We’ll bring you a clean diaper soon enough” then she was pushed back into the cell, still naked, still handcuffed and still dripping wet.
Her husband locked her in, but returned shortly after, holding a small carrier bag and a towel. He placed both on the small bed, then released her cuffs, sat himself at the end of the bed and watched her wordlessly.
She dried herself, and looked into the bag. She saw her make-up bag, her hair-brush and a few of her clothes in there. The sight of the make-up bag, something so familiar, so normal and everyday was hugely comforting amongst this horrifyingly bizarre sequence of events that were taking place. She looked questioningly at her husband, who simply nodded towards the bag, and said “Go ahead.” She flipped open her compact and was horrified to see her eyes were beginning to go black, the bruising from the blows to her nose and cheeks earlier were all too visible.
She applied eye-shadow heavily, but her hands were trembling too much to attempt mascara. She used some concealer to try to hide the bruises, and dotted a little Touche D’Eclat around in an attempt to hide the worst of the scratches and abrasions on her face. She added some lipstick, but gave up on the idea of using her lip gloss or the pencil for the same reason as the mascara.
She was glad to be able to brush her hair, although she winced as she dragged the tangles out, and wondered what her husband was thinking, and what his plans were for her. The female police officer entered through the still-open cell door carrying a glass of water, and two paracetemol for her, which she gratefully accepted and thanked her for. The officer merely scowled at her, turned and walked out. Then she looked back into the bag, and took out the clothes. Her heart jumped into her mouth as she saw her tiniest black mini-skirt, and a little white vest.
She knew this was one of her husband’s favourite outfits on her; it was dressed like this that he found her sexiest of all.
Perhaps he still wanted her, she thought to herself.
Perhaps the cruel punishment meted out to her had satisfied his hurt and jealousy. Maybe he wanted to take her home now, and have her seduce him as she’d done so many times before, sometimes wearing those very same clothes? Whenever she’d upset him, or whenever he’d had suspicions in the past, she’d always dressed up like that, and had always got around him. Her hopes climbed, maybe all wasn’t lost, and maybe this night would have a happy ending after all.
She looked, and saw with some inner satisfaction that there was no underwear – just the way he liked her- but a pair of black hold-up stockings and her best high-heeled shoes. Surely this meant that he wanted her, that her looks and charm were too much for him to resist?
She saw him watching her intently as she dressed, despite the pain from the various parts of her body she tried to hold herself as sexily as she could, posing slightly for him as she sat on the bed, crossing her legs as she pulled the stockings on, pouting just a little, standing and giving a little wiggle as she pulled the skirt up over her hips, pulling it right up, so she knew the tops of her stockings would be clearly visible under the hem.
With her back to him she bent down to do up the straps on her shoes, keeping her legs together and as straight as she could so that her skirt would ride up, giving him a full view of her pussy and ass as she did so. Her battered anus and vagina hurt like hell as she bent forward, but she was determined that she was going to give her man the time of his life when they got home.
She picked up her make-up bag, and turned to face him, a hopeful smile forced onto her face, and she batted her eyelashes at him, suddenly wishing she’d added the mascara after all.
Without a word, her husband took her gently but firmly by the arm, and walked her through the doorway, along the corridor and out into the reception area. The Desk Sergeant leered at her, licking his lips as she walked past, her heels clicking on the hard floor.
She ignored his stares and allowed her husband to walk her out through the front doors towards the car park. She felt elated, he was taking her home! Her joy was short lived though, as he steered her towards Julia’s car, which she noticed was parked in the car park out at the front of the Station. He opened the passenger door for her and motioned for her to get in. Julia was already sitting in the driver’s seat, and her husband jumped into the back, and sat in the middle. “What’s going on?” she asked nervously.
“Shut up.” Her husband said to her, harshly. He then spoke more softly to Julia “Ok, drive down to the town centre, and find a place to pull in anywhere near the cinema.”
The drive only took a few minutes, and she grew nervous as to what was planned for her. Julia found a spot, and pulled in. The cinema was on the main street between the bars and clubs clustered around one end, and the restaurants and late-night takeaways at the other. The last of the bar drunks were staggering around the street now, and their numbers would soon be swelled when the clubs closed, their patrons spilling out into the night.
Although the heater was on in Julia’s car, she was shivering as she saw a scantily-clad young woman walk up to a car that had pulled in a few spaces in front of them. She watched, spellbound, as the woman held a brief conversation with the driver of the car, then got in, and they drove off. The realisation that she was dressed almost the same way as the young woman she had just seen hit her, and she wondered fearfully why they were here.
Finally her husband spoke. “Julia, you drive me around to your place, and go in. Tell Jimmy you can smell burning in the car and he has to go out and have a look right away. I’ll bust him there and then, so there’ll be no noise and Jamie won’t know what’s happened. I’ll call the guys at the station and have them send a car over to your house to pick him up, and we’ll lock him up for the night to teach the bastard a lesson. Angie’s husband should be in the cells by the time we get there too. They may all get one of those little showers!” he laughed grimly. “And as for you….” he turned to her, his voice once again becoming harsh “You can get out here.”
“B-but…b-but” she stammered, wondering what was happening.
“Just get out!” her husband said to her “You’re not qualified to actually do a job, you haven’t worked for the last seven years, but you’re gonna have to do something to earn yourself some money, aren’t you?” he smiled but there was no humour in his voice as he spoke. “It seems there’s only one thing you’re actually experienced enough to do, so you’re gonna have to do it for money from now on…” he continued “I reckon you’ll be able to turn two or three tricks tonight, and earn enough to be able to afford a ticket on the first train out of here in the morning, and believe me you’d better be on it. If you’re still in this town by nightfall tomorrow, then you’re gonna be back in the cells, and those drug charges will see you put away for quite a while. Now get out of the car you bitch, out of my life and out of my town.”
He climbed out and opened the passenger door for her from outside, then motioned for her to step out of the car. She got out, and turned to try to plead one last time, to appeal to him to spare her this, but he simply jumped into the passenger seat and slammed the door.
Julia started the engine up and the car sped off, down the street.
She stood for a moment, clutching her make-up bag to her chest, too shocked and stunned to move or speak, lost in a world of her own.
She snapped out of it when she heard a whistle and realised that two young men were shouting at her as they approached. As they neared they leered at her, their eyes running up and down her legs and lingering on her erect nipples, the cold making them stick through the thin vest that she wore. They were both obviously drunk, and were munching greedily on takeaway food, spitting pieces of it as they made lewd comments about her, as though she was just a cheap piece of meat.
She felt ashamed of herself, debased and degraded. She shuddered as she walked away from them, heels clacking as she hurried back along the street. As she walked, their shouts and jeers ringing in her ears, she noticed a car rolling slowly down the street towards her, and saw the window wind down as it pulled into the kerb a few yards in front of her.
She reached the bottom of the well of despair. Her humiliation was complete. She knew she was out on the street, cold, hungry, penniless and with nowhere to go, no friends to turn to and no hope of salvation or comfort.
She walked over to the now stationary car, leaned on the roof, and began to talk to the driver through the open window…..

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