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Abduction Of The Princess (MMF, nc, bdsm, v)
by Rhett Dreams (c. 1995, revised 1996)
***
Chapter One - The Abduction
The three men who would soon have a devastating effect on the life
of Sarah Greenberg met in the student apartment of their leader, Joe
Finelli. They were a curious threesome, sharing very little in
background or interests that would explain a partnership of any kind.
And the alliance that had brought together the three college students
was extremely dangerous.
It was a shared desire for a beautiful Jewess, Sarah Greenberg, that
was behind their partnership. What began for all three men as a natural
desire for an astonishingly beautiful girl escalated into intense lust
as each was manipulated, used and discarded by the captivating girl. To
put in simply, all three wanted to fuck her brains out.
"She's a classic Jewish American Princess," said Marty Arnold, a
twenty-four year old graduate student. "Her father's the CEO of a large
bank, and is probably worth hundreds of millions. She's had everything--
-cars, clothes, vacations at summer houses in Europe and the Bahamas.
She is used to getting anything she wants just by batting her eyelashes
to daddy."
"She's a fuckin' bitch," offered Mike Jackson, "and I'm gonna see
her bat those eyelashes while she sucks my black cock!" Twenty-year old
Mike got to this prestigious up-state New York college from an unlikely
start in the South Bronx on the strength of an uncannily accurate three-
point shot and a 1,300-point score on his SATs.
Marty continued, now used to Mike's succinct and usually coarse
interruptions. "She'll be married to some rich Jewish investment banker
shortly after college. They'll have separate rooms, fuck once a week,
and live mostly separate lives. She has no use for a working class Jew
like me, or a Catholic wop like Joe here. And her father would have a
heart attack if he even suspected she was friendly with a black man."
"She had use for you, Marty, when she needed tutoring in the
computer science course," said Joe, the third member of the group. "And
when she needed Mike here for after-hours access to the gym. She was
real friendly then. And with me when she just had to have a different
dorm room, and lied about her roommate being a dyke to convince me." Joe
was a twenty-four year old senior, having spent three years in the Army
before discovering that he was much brighter than the college-educated
officers who he had to serve under.
The three men were silent as each recalled the episodes that brought
them in close contact with the girl. Marty remembered how she touched
him, lightly on the arm, and looked up at him with those gorgeous eyes,
when she pleaded for him to work with her. He also remembered how
wonderfully she smelled as they sat close together in the library and
reviewed her mixed up course notes. Most of all he remembered the
undisguised look of disgust on her face when he asked her out towards
the end of the term.
The others had similar experiences. When you had something she
wanted, she used her considerable charm to get it. She had a way of
suggesting more, with just a look of a touch, that disappeared when she
had what she needed. It was a combination of things that made Sarah so
desirable, reflected Joe. Her dark luminous eyes were so big and
expressive that you got lost in them. High cheek bones, full sensuous
lips and flawless, slightly olive complexion. Her body was slender in
all the right places, and curvy in all the others. She just radiated sex
appeal. Joe ended the silent reflections after thirty seconds had gone
by. He reviewed the plan once again, checking off each detail as he
went, reviewing timetables and actions just like he had done in the
Special Forces. A few minor enhancements were discussed and adopted.
Before they finished, Joe reiterated that this could very easily result
in jail time for all of them. Each man acknowledged the risk and firmly
supported going ahead. They left Joe's apartment separately, being sure
that nobody ever saw them together.
At 6:30am on Wednesday, Sarah Greenberg finished lacing her running
shoes, tied her shoulder length jet-black hair into a pony tail and left
her dorm room for her twice-a-week jog. She was blessed with a healthy,
athletic body and worked hard to keep herself in shape. In addition to
running, she used the gym two nights a week for exercise and ballet
practice. She enjoyed very much seeing herself in the mirrors of the
exercise room as she stretched one of her long, perfectly-shaped legs
along the bar, or as she danced across the room. She also knew the
effect she had on Mike, the black guy, and she purposely left the door
open so he could see her from his office. She jogged down the stairs and
began her early-morning run.
At 6:35, Marty Arnold used a master key to enter Sarah's now empty
room. Sitting at her desk he started her PC and logged onto the campus
e-mail system, using Sarah's password. It was awkward typing with surgical
gloves on, but it was important not to leave any sign of his presence.
It took him less than five minutes to send two mail messages in Sarah's
name, using her account and prose style. One was to her father, saying
that she wasn't coming home this weekend, but rather was going to find a
hotel room and spend the weekend studying for final exams. The other was
to one of Sarah's only close friend on campus, saying that she was
taking off on a romantic "adventure". After piling some of Sarah's
clothes, her makeup kit and her purse into a suitcase (designer of
course), he quietly let himself out and was gone.
At 6:40, Sarah rounded a corner on her run, and wondered to herself
why a van was parked in this remote area of the campus, off the path
that was restricted to bikes, runners and skaters. As she continued
jogging she noticed Joe Finelli jogging in the opposite direction,
towards her. He smiled and slowed as the two of them converged, and
Sarah could find no excuse for just running on. When she stopped, he
drove a fist onto her solar plexus, stunning the girl and dropping her
to her knees. She struggled to even take a breath much less cry out, and
seconds later felt a cloth being pressed over her mouth and nose. The
odor was foul, but she had no strength to fight it, and in a few short
seconds lost consciousness.
The side door to the van slide open and Mike jumped out to help Joe
drag the girl into the van. After the girl was deposited inside, the
door was closed and Mike ran around the front and climbed into the
drivers seat. It had taken less than fifteen seconds from the moment
Sarah had first seen Joe to the point when Mike started the ignition.
Mike drove the van down a back road and off the campus. Joe stayed long
enough to smooth over any trace of the van's tracks before continuing on
his run.
Joe made sure he was seen at the coffee shop the hangout for early
morning students. Marty slipped unnoticed back into his dorm suite,
quickly undressed and climbed back into bed, where he would be "woken"
forty-five minutes later by his roommate. The abduction was complete.
Several hours later, a tall, slender black-haired woman wearing sun
glasses checked into a hotel using Sarah Greenberg's credit card. Making
herself as conspicuous as possible, she later ordered take-out food,
also charged to Sarah's card, and had the delivery man come into her
room while they finished the transaction. Strewn around the room were
books, notebooks, papers and other evidence of a long study effort.
In a remote rural area, Mike drove the van up to an empty house. The
hand lettered "For Sale or Rent" sign was the only indication that
anyone cared about this slovenly bungalow. Joe and he had spent many
days finding a suitable place, and had decided on this one after a
casual conversation with a real estate agent in the local watering hole.
The broker had derided the out-of-town owners who were insisting on
twice the price than the local market would accept. As a result, none of
the brokers in town would embarrass themselves by showing it to a
prospective buyer or renter.
After parking the van in the garage and shutting the door, Mike
jimmied the simple lock on the door between the house and the garage,
and entered the house to complete preparations. They had decided that
the living room was the best site for their taking of Sarah. It was by
far the largest room in the house, and had exposed beam ceiling that
would prove useful. Mike nailed up heavy blankets over the windows to
this and the adjoining room, to keep the light from attracting any
neighbors, and to provide some additional soundproofing. It took several
more trips to the van to bring in additional supplies: blankets and
towels, the video camera and tripod, food and drink, ropes and hooks,
two plastic chairs and the box of lingerie and sex toys they had
acquired. He went to work bolting a large hook into a beam in the
ceiling and testing the ropes until he was sure they worked right. Then
he dragged a double bed mattress from a bedroom to the living room.
Finally, he was ready for the girl. Slipping his arms under hers, he
pulled the unconscious girl from the van and dragged her from the garage
to the living room. He knew it would be several hours, at the earliest,
before she would be free of the effects of the chloroform. Laying her on
the mattress, he took his time now, relishing this part of the
preparations. He began undressing her, starting with her running shoes
and socks. He then spent several minutes caressing her long, smooth
legs, remembering how she flaunted her legs when she exercised and
danced at the gym. Her T-shirt was next, followed by her sports bra. His
spent several minutes enjoying her medium-sized breasts with his hands,
lips and tongue. Finally, he slipped her running shorts and panties down
her long legs and off. She had a neatly trimmed black bush that almost
completely obscured her pussy.
"That's gotta go," muttered Mike. He left the girl and drew a bowl
full of hot water from the kitchen and retrieved the shaving gear
brought along for this purpose: scissors, razor, shaving gel and skin
lotion. Working very carefully, he first trimmed her pubic hair down to
a course stub. Then he moistened the remaining hair and lathered it
thoroughly. Ten minutes later, she was completely bare, the thick, pouty
lips of her quim how quite visible.
He collected her discarded clothes and packed them away in a box,
then returned with the box of lingerie. It was difficult, and
occasionally comical, as he dressed the unconscious girl. Black
stockings to mid-thigh attached to garters. A tight leather corset that
stopped just under her nipples, cupping her firm breasts and pushing
them together and upwards so they looked like firm fruit. To her wrists
and ankles he attached leather restraints with D rings. A similar choker
went around her narrow neck. At this point he rolled the girl over, and
paused to enjoy the sight and feel of her firm, round ass. He attached
the D rings at her wrists to the rings on the ropes leading up to a
central ring, then up to the hook in the ceiling. He tested the system
and made the necessary adjustments so he could pull the single rope
going up to the hook and have the two ropes that were fastened to Sarah
pull as one to lift the girl off the ground.
After she was fully extended, her arms over her head, he wound the other
end of the rope around a massive iron radiator.
Mike stepped back to enjoy the sight. Sarah was now vertical, more
or less in the middle of the room. Her head lolled down on her chest,
her black hair cascading down over the uplifted brown-tipped breasts.
Her legs were apart, tapering down to her stocking-covered feet which
were perhaps thirty inches apart. He would later fasten the D rings at
her ankles to blocks nailed into the floor, but that was unnecessary
now.
Joe and Marty left campus after their afternoon classes were over,
met each other in an underground garage, and rode out to the country in
a single car. Marty had the suitcase he had taken from Sarah's room,
minus the sunglasses and designer jacket he had loaned to the girl who
posed as Sarah. Sandra Wilson was her name, and she was quite willing to
help out against the bitch who had told Joe, and several others, that
she was gay.
"Everything okay?" asked Marty, nervously.
"We'll see," answered Joe. They arrived at the house twenty minutes
later, not seeing a soul as they turned off the rural road and down the
load dirt driveway. Marty hopped out to open the garage, then followed
Joe's car in and closed the door.
"My God!" uttered Marty as he walked into the living room and saw
the girl of his dreams suspended from the ceiling, her breasts and pussy
visible.
"Nice work, Mike," added Joe as he followed Marty to the middle of
the room in front of the girl.
"I especially like this," he added, reaching his hand between the
girl's legs and cupping her bare pussy.
"Yeah, she looks like the slut we're gonna turn her into," answered
Mike.
Joe checked her pulse then lifted her head off her chest and used his
thumbs to pry open her eyelids. He grunted approval and moved off to
retrieve something from his bag.
"She'd probably sleep for another ten-twelve hours if we let her,"
he said, pausing and glancing at the other two guys before adding, "but
we don't want to let her, do we?" A big easy smile crossed Mike's face
as he shook his head. Marty's lips tightened into a thin line as he
said, "No, let's get on with it." He was clearly the most nervous about
this abduction and what was to follow, but no less committed to the
plan.
Joe opened a medical kit and unsheathed a syringe. He turned a
medicine bottle upside down and stuck the needle in, drawing a dose of
the amber liquid.
"This'll help revive her, and it'll also work on the king-sized headache
she'd otherwise have when she wakes." Joe found a good vein and swabbed
the skin before inserting the needle. After the injection, he taped a
cotton ball against the tiny hole and they waited. Several minutes
later, Joe approached Sarah and broke a capsule under her nose. Her
normal breathing sucked the irritating and reviving vapors into her nose
and lungs. She coughed and hacked, her body twisting away from the
source of the irritant. The eyes stayed closed, however, and she soon
returned to her previous dead sleep.
"Step behind her, Mike, and hold her head up," suggested Joe. "If
you can keep her stationary, one more capsule ought to do it." It did.
She came out of her drug induced sleep after Joe and broke another
capsule under her nose, and kept it in position to release the vapors
into her nose. Her instinctive attempts to evade the irritating smell
were nullified by Mike's grip on her head. Her eyelids fluttered open
once, drew closed again when they proved too heavy to lift, then opened
again as her body was shocked into recovery by the drugs.
"What... where am I?" she demanded, just before a coughing fit made
it impossible for the girl to say more. Joe took one step back and
waited for her to finish. "Jesus... what am I... why am I... shit, I
know you... you hit me... you're going to jail for this, asshole!" She
ranted for a few more seconds before Joe slapped her full across the
face. This shocked her into silence, and then she noticed how she was
restrained, and dressed. Horror and surprise crossed her features.
"Why are you here? Well, that make take a few minutes to explain.
But I'll get right to the point. You are here, Sarah Greenberg, so that
my friends and I can fuck you silly. Yes, we are going to rape you. And
if you give us any trouble, we're going to do all sorts of nasty things
to you until you cooperate fully." Sarah's mouth dropped open as he
spoke, and her eyes darted to the other men, up to see the ropes holding
her, down to see her slutty attire. Fear, then anger showed in her eyes.
"You... you... can't do this..." Joe slapped her again. Tears welled
in her eyes, and she spit out, "My dad will have you.." Another slap
silenced the girl, and she stared at Joe with a combination of hatred
and petulance.
"Your dad thinks you've rented a hotel room to get away from the
other students and study for finals. Daddy has no idea that his precious
little girl is dressed up like a common whore, about to service three
men." Joe glanced over at Marty and said, "What do you think, Marty,
what would Sarah's Daddy think of his daughter dressed like this?"
"My guess is, he'd be shocked," replied Marty.
"For a second maybe," added Mike, "then he'd want a little piece of
this cunt hisself." The girl's eyes darted from one face to another, and
her eyes widened in shock at this last comment.
"Would he now?" mused Joe. "Sarah, what do you think?" He took a
half-step forward and grabbed a breast roughly in his hand. "Would the
sight of his little girl's naked breasts turn Daddy on?" She gasped and
tried to kick out at Joe, only then realizing that her feet were somehow
immobilized. "Yes, I think these lovely breasts would turn on anybody,"
continued Joe as if there had been no interruption. He now had a nipple
between his fingers and was rolling it and pulling on it. The nipple
became quite erect. "But the clincher for daddy would be this," said Joe
as his free hand cupped her bare pussy. The girl's eyes went wide as she
realized that they had shaved her pussy hair, and her futile struggles
began anew.
"No...No... No..." she cried and twisted her body in an attempt to
avoid the contact of Joe's hands on her breast and pussy. After a minute
she stopped struggling, dropped her forward and began crying. Her
shoulders shook as she cried uncontrollably. After a minute, Joe
motioned for Marty to move behind her. Marty did, and gently gathered
the weeping girl's hair into a thick ponytail and used his hold on that
to pull her head up. Joe moved right up against the girl and used a
tissue to gently wipe away the tears from her face.
"Are you all right now?" asked Joe. Her only answer was to spit
directly into Joe's face. Joe stepped back, wiped off the spittle, and
said to Mike, "I think she's gonna need some encouragement." Mike nodded
and went searching for something in their supplies.
"Let me clarify your situation, and our plans for you," said Joe.
"Nobody knows where you are, and nobody knows you're missing. You will
be here for the next five nights. We will return you to your dorm Monday
morning, in plenty of time for final exams, or to call the police or
your Daddy to have us arrested. We think we've covered our tracks pretty
well but it'll be your choice.
Over the next five days and nights you will have only two choices. You
can continue to fight us, and we will punish you and rape you senseless.
Your second choice is to cooperate. Either way, you'll have cocks in
your mouth, in your pussy and up your ass. Make no mistake about it,
it'll be far more pleasant for you if you cooperate. Do you understand
your choices?" The girl stared angrily at Joe, her mouth set in a firm
line.
Then she said, "You don't understand, you little nazi shit. My
father won't care if you've covered your tracks or not. If we can't win
in court, or decide its too much trouble, he'll just hire some low-lifes
to take care of you and your asshole friends. But if you come to your
senses and let me go now, well maybe--
-" Sarah never finished. Mike had found a long paddle and was now
positioned behind her to one side, with Marty on the other, still
gripping her hair to hold her head up in position. Joe nodded to Mike
and he delivered a sharp blow to her ass. The girl screeched and her
body shook. Another blow landed a few seconds later. Then another. After
ten blows the girl was sobbing hysterically, crying for Mike to stop.
"Oh, please, no more... I can't take it..." Joe motioned for Mike to
stop. He moved forward again and lowered himself until he was sitting on
the floor, his legs straight out, between hers, and his mouth even with
her pussy. He scooted forward until his mouth was on her pussy and
darted his tongue out to flick it back and forth across the pouty lips
of her cunt. She had just enough slack in the ropes to pull back away
from his tongue, but Mike placed the paddle against her red, sore ass
and she instantly moved back forward. Mike's tongue entered her pussy
and began teasing her clit, then stabbing deep into her hole. Marty used
his free hand to gently caress her breast and to roll her erect nipple
between his fingers. Mike kept the paddle pressed to her ass and used
his free hand on her other breast.
Despite her terror, the girl's body betrayed her and began
responding. Her breath quickened as the three-way attack continued. The
pleasure coming from her pussy was unlike anything she had ever
experienced. She tried to fight it, but it was building too powerfully.
It was a wave of pleasure that flowed through her entire body, building
in intensity toward climax. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted
slightly and the tip of her tongue darted out and wet her lips. When she
came her entire body shook and she cried out in unmistakable pleasure.
Joe gave her a minute to recover.
Once again standing in front of her, he asked, "Do you now
understand your choices?" Her lovely breasts still rising and falling
from the most powerful orgasm of her life, she blushed and lowered her
eyes. When she didn't respond, Joe nodded to Mike who swatted her ass
again with the paddle.
"Owww," cried the girl, then, "No, please stop... I... I
understand."
"Good. What'll it be?"
"I'll cooperate... but..." she didn't finish the thought, her eyes
filling with tears again. She swallowed hard, lowered her eyes and
continued, "I've never... um... been with a man before."
"What?" said Joe, genuinely surprised. Mike uttered something under
his breath that sounded like, "holy shit!"
"You're a virgin?" asked Marty, some care for the girl coming into
his tone.
"Yes," she replied. "I never been... touched... before today."
Chapter Two - Marty Takes a Turn
Marty watched as Sarah Greenberg bobbed her head up and down on
Mike's long black cock. She was much more confident this time, having
learned a lot from sucking off Joe a few minutes earlier. And it looked
to Marty that she was actually enjoying the act. Perhaps, he thought to
himself, she takes pride in making these men moan out of pleasure, lose
control and cum. It would be interesting to see, thought Marty, exactly
what personality Sarah would demonstrate now that her stock I'm-the-
princess-and-you're-on-this-earth-to-serve-me facade was stripped away
along with her clothes and freedom.
Joe had let her do the work while he gave her pointers on how to use
her lips and tongue, how to keep the teeth out of the way, etc.. Mike,
on the other hand, frequently put his hands on Sarah's head to guide
her. He was doing that now, his face reflecting obvious pleasure as he
fucked his cock into her mouth.
When he came he pulled out and jerked his cock as rope after rope of cum
splashed off the face and neck of the startled girl. According to the
plan, it was Marty's night to be with the girl. The three reviewed the
precautions---handcuffs at all times, sleeping pill before bed---before
Joe and Mike took off back to campus. They would make sure they were
seen and would send some innocuous (but time dated) e-mails from Marty's
PC, to his roommate and others.
Marty was nervous when the other two left. She was the most
beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and a virgin at that. He'd never fucked
a virgin or anybody as drop-dead beautiful as Sarah. And what if she
tried something, to escape.
"Marty..." Sarah interrupted his musings. "I have to go to the
bathroom, and I'd like to wash up." She still had Mike's copious cum
dripping off her chin and down her chest. Marty's cock twitched as he
looked at her.
"Sure," he said, and helped her to her feet. He walked her to the
bathroom and, to her surprise, went in with her and closed the door.
"Can't you wait outside?" she said, blushing.
"No, Sarah, I can't. And we'll be showering together. You can't very
well wash yourself with handcuffs on, and I won't remove them. Go ahead,
pee." She sat down on the toilet and Marty started the water running for
a shower. He then began undressing. When he had finished, and stood
before her with his erect cock pointed directly at her, she still hadn't
peed.
"I can't seem to do it with you watching," she said, sheepishly.
"Sure you can," said Marty. Then he got an idea and sat on the tub
edge, their knees touching. "Spread your knees apart so I can watch,"
said Marty.
"I can't," gasped the girl, who had never shared any level of
physical intimacy with a man, and was clearly uncomfortable with this.
Marty pulled her knees apart, stared at her shaved pussy for a moment
before reaching in and caressing her wet opening. She tried to close her
knees but his were now positioned inside hers.
"Piss on my hand," he said as he inserted two fingers into her
sticky cunt.
"I can't," she pleaded.
"Yes you can!" he insisted and looked into her eyes. He could feel
her wetness increase as his fingers moved about in her cunt. The
lubrication allowed him to go deeper, until he found the barrier that
confirmed her virginity. Finally, her growing need to pee was too much
to hold back and she unleashed a torrent of urine that splashed off his
hand and into the water. He found it highly erotic, she highly
embarrassing. After washing and drying his hands, he began undressing
the girl, sliding the stockings down her perfect legs. That done he
turned her around and began undoing the corset.
When she was naked, he flipped the water to the shower on and helped
her into the tub. She immediately put her face under the spray and let
the warm water wash away the cum and some of her fears. Marty stood
behind her, lathering up his hands and enjoying the view of her ass. Her
body tensed when he began soaping up her back and shoulders, then
relaxed as the soothing feel of the water and his gentle hands
registered. He spent several minutes on her back and legs before running
his hands over her firm, white ass cheeks.
"Lean forward," he said, and she obeyed, resting her head on
forearms on the wall. The water now came directly on her back, and
washed the soap down her back. "Spread your legs." She did this as well,
and Marty's soapy hand slid down the crack of her ass and circled around
her anus. She started at this, but remained as she was. Marty's other
hand looped around her hips and soaped her belly and then lower. When he
reached her cunt she groaned softly. He finished washing her, then slid
two fingers into her cunt. She was well lubricated and he had no trouble
entering her. At the same time, his other finger began penetrating her
ass.
"Oh!" she cried as he drove his index finger past her sphincter and
into her very tight ass. His other fingers alternated between teasing
her clit and fucking deeper into her cunt. He increased the temp of his
dual assault and brought her very quickly to her second shattering
orgasm of the day. When she was finished, he turned her around and
kissed her deeply. She surprised him by returning the kiss. When they
finally broke, she lowered her head to his chest.
After a few moments he felt her hands drop to his cock, which had been
furiously erect ever since they entered the bathroom. She looked up at
him with a question in her eyes. "Yes," he croaked, "suck it."
She slid to her knees and popped the head of his cock into her
mouth. When she looked up at him, and somehow managed to smile with her
mouth full of cock, he thought that was the most erotic sight he'd ever
seen. As her full pouty lips wrapped around his cock in earnest, he
exploded. His orgasm seemed to last forever, and Sarah tried to swallow
(as she'd been trained by Joe) but the volume of cum was too much and
some spilled out the side of her mouth. Somehow they managed to finish
their shower just as the hot water supply was exhausted. Marty dried the
girl and dressed her in stockings, garter and a strapless bra (he
decided most of the other clothes he packed for her couldn't be put on
without removing her hand cuffs). Her embarrassment was a lot less
acute, as was his nervousness.
She sat on a chair in the kitchen, brushing her hair, while he
prepared a simple meal. She looked beautiful to him, but he thought
something was missing. Then it occurred to him that she was not wearing
any make-up, and wasn't wearing the perfume that would always remind him
of their study sessions. He walked out to the living room and returned
with her make up case.
"Would you mind..." he asked. She looked up, a question in her eyes.
Marty pushed down his normal politeness, and continued, "I want you to
put on makeup and that perfume you wear." He colored a bit and turned
away, making himself busy with uncorking a bottle of wine. When he
returned to the small kitchen table with the wine and two glasses, Sarah
was doing her best to apply lip gloss with her hands cuffed. She giggled
a bit as she messed it up and started over. He could smell the perfume,
and smiled.
"I've always love that smell, Sarah," he said as he put a wine glass
in front of her and sat down.
After taking a long sip of her wine she smiled and said, "Are you
trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?"
"Uh-huh." Her face got more serious and she looked away.
"What will you do to me, tonight?" When he took a minute to answer,
she looked back. He started to avert his glance, caught himself, and
looked directly into her luminous eyes.
"I'm going to fuck you, Sarah. Twice if I can. And then again in the
morning."
She took awhile to respond, drank more of her wine and then said,
"what Joe said, before, um... about... God, this is embarrassing."
Marty caught onto what was behind her question and said, "What Joe
said was you would take our cocks in your mouth, your cunt, and your
ass. Is that what you're asking? Am I gonna fuck you tonight in the
ass?"
"Yes," she responded, lowering her eyes.
"Does that scare you?" he asked, then added, because he was enjoying
the use of crude words, "Does the idea of being butt-fucked frighten
you?"
"Yes," she said, blushing.
"You seemed to like it, in the shower, when I fucked your ass with
my finger. Didn't you?" She was now completely embarrassed by his
directness, but a little excited as well. He got up and moved over to
her, unzipping his fly as he went. He pulled out his semi-hard cock and
pushed it toward her mouth. She parted her lips and he pushed his cock
in, grabbing her head and pulling her toward him until her carefully
made-up lips pressed two-thirds of the way down his cock. He slowly
began fucking her face while he talked.
"This is truly amazing, Sarah, for me to have the most beautiful
woman I or anybody else has ever seen as my personal fuck toy. When we
were studying together, sitting side-by-side, and I couldn't look at you
without staring, and could only smell you and feel your body next to
mine... this is what I wanted to do, force you to your knees and have
those lips wrapped around my cock! Oh, how I wanted you!" As quickly as
he had acted on this impulse he stopped, withdrawing his cock from her
wet, warm mouth. He wanted to prolong the taking of Sarah, and didn't
want to cum just then. He returned to preparing their meal, saying that
they'd eat in just a few minutes.
Sarah said, "I should wash my hands before dinner. They're all
sticky with make-up." She rose and went over to the kitchen sink, her
ass swaying provocatively as she moved. As she busied herself washing
her hands, Marty's eyes were on the perfectly shaped naked ass in front
of him. He moved behind her and pressed himself against her.
"Can you feel my cock?" She nodded. He moved her thick black hair to
one side and kissed her gently on the neck. His reached down and
repositioned his cock so it angled downwards, trapped between her ass
cheeks and between her legs. Her body trembled. "And now, can you feel
it better? My cock?"
"Oh Yes."
"Stand on your tiptoes." As she obeyed, Marty slid his cock, still
slick from her saliva, between her ass cheeks. He spoke quietly into her
ear as he slid his cock up and down between her round cheeks. "See how
erotic it is to delay the sex... to touch and tease... to anticipate.
Tell me, Sarah, does it please you to know that your body, your face,
your lips and eyes and the smell of your hair has made my cock so hard?"
Sarah murmured assent and rose even more on her toes in a reflex action
to allow easier contact with her pussy. But their height difference
conspired against them, and his cock was trapped between her ass cheeks,
somewhere near her hole.
"Stay there, don't move." He parted her ass cheeks and moved his
cock until it was directly against her rosette. Sarah tensed a bit as he
moved his cock around in small circles against her, the pre-cum and
saliva making their joining very wet and slippery. "Does the idea of my
fucking you there scare you?" Marty spoke very quietly and pushed
slightly.
"Oh, God!" Sarah cried, then, "... yes."
"Turn your head. Look at me." She obeyed, and Marty could see both
concern and desire in her dark eyes. "Not tonight, but sometime in the
next day or so one of us will fuck your tight little ass." He pushed a
little more and she gasped as the head of his cock managed to stretch
her opening slightly. He let go of her ass and reached around to find
her breasts, pulling the bra down off them so his hands had direct
access to her firm mounds. Her nipples were fully erect, and he rolled
them in his fingers.
"Oh, God!" she groaned. "Please don't!"
"It excites you doesn't it, the idea of my cock entering your virgin
ass."
"No... no... it's disgusting," she said, but wasn't very convincing.
He exhaled then said, "Your ass is for later, Sarah. But I'll take
you right
now, up the ass, if you don't obey me."
She expelled her breath and said, "Yes... what?"
"Repeat after me, I want you to fuck my tight ass."
She paused only a moment before saying, "I want you to... fuck my
tight ass."
"Now say, shove that hard cock deep in my nasty butt." She repeated
it, with more conviction than before. She repeated each phrase with a
growing lust and conviction ---
"I want Mike to ram his black cock up my ass! Joe's going to
sodomize me.
I want him to rape my ass! Please slide your greasy cock up my ass, and
fill my butt-hole with your cum!" This recant was delivered with a great
deal of energy, and Marty almost made it a reality by driving his cock
into her virgin ass. Instead, he backed away and turned her around, not
too gently, and kissed her long and hard, raping her mouth with his
tongue. After a minute he brought his hands up to her shoulders and
pressed her down to her knees in front of him, and drove his cock into
her mouth. He lasted longer this time, and fucked her mouth steadily for
five minutes before filling her mouth with hot sticky cum.
Chapter Three - Deflowering Sarah
They ate the first half of their dinner in silence. Marty noticed
how quickly Sarah drained her glass of wine, then the second.
"It bothers you, doesn't it?" Sarah looked at him, her face showing
a little embarrassment mixed with the old haughtiness.
"Of course it bothers me, being kidnapped and forced---"
"No, no..." Marty interrupted. "It bothers you that you like it." He
reached over and held her chin in one hand, looking directly into her
eyes. "You wanted me to fuck your ass just now. You enjoyed sucking me
off."
Her eyes widened and she protested, weakly, "No... that's not true."
Marty's free hand darted below the table and reached her sex before she
could react and close her thighs.
"You're dripping wet, Sarah." He removed his hand and brought it
above the table. Still looking Sarah in the eye he brought the slick
fingers up to his mouth and licked them off. Sarah blushed as he
finished, dried his hand off on a napkin, and resumed eating. The rest
of their meal was silent, and they consumed a bottle of wine and half of
the next one. After Marty washed up the dishes he helped Sarah up and
led her out to the living room. He slowly undressed the girl until she
was wearing only the handcuffs.
"I wish I was taking your virginity in a more romantic setting," he
said, breaking the silence as he surveyed the grimy room with the
mattress on the floor and the ropes and hooks from her earlier bondage.
"This can't be the setting you imaged for your first time."
"No, it isn't. The setting I imaging---no, expected---started with
an expensive white wedding dress and 600 of daddy's closest friends." He
turned her toward him and kissed her. When the handcuffs got in their
way, Sarah giggled and said, "but I also didn't expect to be handcuffed
for my first time!" He noticed a flash of desire in her eyes when she
referred to the handcuffs.
He held her and kissed her, deeply, then said, "the handcuffs do add
a little spice to it, don't they?"
"Hmmm," she replied and he kissed her again. He could feel her
desire build as she her body rubbed ever so slightly against his. "I'm
defenseless against your darkest desires."
"But you like that, don't you Sarah?"
Sarah didn't answer directly but did say, "And you, Marty, I can
tell that you like it this way. Having your way with the stuck-up
princess."
"Yes, I certainly do," he said and kissed her again. "I've got an
idea," he said mysteriously, as he let her go and scurried around the
room stuffing this and that into a carryall. He disappeared into the
bathroom for a moment, then the bedroom, and when he returned his eyes
were bright. "Since I can't seem to find a wedding dress back there,
this'll just have to do." He draped a white bed sheet over her
shoulders, then adjusted it so it draped half way down her back and, in
the front, covered her nakedness quite well. "And since the Honeymoon
suite at the Plaza Hotel is probably booked tonight, we'll have to make
do." He reached for her hand and leaned over and kissed it, then said,
"May I have the great pleasure of your company under the stars of this
beautiful spring night?"
"You may." The stars were indeed out, as was the moon, and they had
plenty of light for their walk. He knew enough about the area to walk so
that the chance of running into a neighbor was nil. He led her down a
path and into some dark woods. They stopped when they had arrived at a
small clearing that was well lit by the moonlight. "Ah, this must be our
room."
"It's lovely, Marty," and she meant it. He moved in and kissed her,
softly, briefly. Then again. A dozen more times he kissed her, resisting
the impulse cover her mouth with his in the deep passionate kiss that
both wanted. He paused and looked into her eyes. His eyes stayed on hers
while his hands slid under the cotton cloth and found her breasts. She
sighed as his hands caressed her flesh, as if for the first time.
"So firm, Sarah, and soft at the same time. And the nipples are so
hard and long." He leaned in to kiss her again, and again, softly. His
hands left her breasts and traveled down to her hips and back to caress
her ass. He kissed her again while his hands moved back to her hips then
around front, sliding down her flat belly to the triangle below.
"Oh my," she purred as his hand cupped her bare pussy. As a finger
slipped between her lips and moved into the wet warmth inside, she
kissed him, harder this time, her tongue darting inside. Marty broke the
kiss and slowly backed away, bringing the sheet with him and off her
body His eyes feasted on her naked body as he unfolded the bed sheet and
flipped it out and guided it down to cover the ground between them. He
continued to admire her body from the half-dozen feet that separated
them as he undressed. His glance would find her eyes every so often and
it would bring his heart into his throat. She was so unapproachably
beautiful, and he thought he saw in those big, round eyes a desire to do
this with him. Not because she'd been abducted and was now handcuffed.
Just because... Now completely undressed, he stared at her a few moments
longer before holding out his hands to her.
"Will you give yourself to me, Sarah?" Her eyes seemed to get even
larger, and more lustrous, and her lips parted to say something, then
closed.
Instead, she took a step onto the sheet and said, "Make love to me,
Marty Arnold." He moved forward and embraced the beautiful girl, and as
they kissed they slid to their knees as one. Marty laid her back and
knelt between her legs.
They spent the next five minutes in silence, as Marty moved his hands
slowly over her body, her feet, legs, hips, stomach, breasts, neck, face
and hair. He'd not spent the time to really appreciate this treasure
before, and was in awe. He lowered his mouth to one breast, taking as
much as possible in his mouth, sucking gently as he pulled away, until
he had her only erect nipple between his lips. As he let go and rose
again, he noticed that her wet breast now reflected the moonlight.
He moved to the other breast, and repeated the action, then kissed
and licked her flesh as he moved down, over her belly and between her
legs. Her knees came up as he settled over her pussy, thinking for the
first time that the absence of black, silky hair here was incongruous on
her. He spent several minutes kissing her core, not penetrating but
pressing his lips and occasionally his tongue against the flesh of her
cunt. When he finally did venture between the lips of her pussy, she
came alive and lifted herself off the sheet pushing herself at him,
hungry for contact. He wormed his tongue deep inside her, flicked his
tongue over her erect clit once or twice, then pulled back. He could
tell that she would very quickly reach climax from too much direct
contact, and wanted that to wait for after he was inside her.
She was beyond this kind of planning, and pushed her hips up at him
again, desperate for release. He lowered his head, instinctively, and
thrust his tongue between her raised ass cheeks. He found that his
tongue was now flickering against her rosebud. He was surprised that
this didn't bother him, and moved a hand under her ass to keep her from
moving. Sarah moaned loudly as his tongue rimmed her anus, and cried out
in pleasure as he trust his tongue inside. He continued to stab his
tongue inside, then withdraw it and flick it rapidly over the sensitive
aperture. His free hand was massaging her firm breasts and pulling on
her erect nipples. When he stopped, Sarah was delirious, her breath
coming rapidly and her body a mass of sensitive nerves. He lowered her
ass to the ground and positioned himself between her legs, his cock at
her wet pussy.
"Yes, now!" cried Sarah, her voice husky. His moved his cock in
circles just inside her pussy before sliding it into her wet, warm core.
He paused when he reached her hymen and moved his body forward, his
hands grounded on each side on the girl, his arms extended.
"This may hurt a little," cautioned Marty as he looked down into
Sarah's face.
"Do it, please, now!" He pulled back an inch or so then stabbed his
cock forward. His cock broke through quite easily, perhaps because her
membrane had been stretched from constant exercise. "Oh, God, yes," she
cried as he bottomed out. He began slowly fucking the girl, thoroughly
enjoying the view from his position eighteen inches above her, of her
lovely breasts rising and falling, of the passion reflected in her face
and eyes. He began picking up the pace when she began pushing her hips
up to meet his thrusts, and fucked her with long steady strokes as she
built toward orgasm. When she did climax he continued even faster,
driving his cock at great speed into her churning, pulsating core.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she cried over and over again as waves of
pleasure flowed through her body. After she finished and collapsed back
against their makeshift bed, Marty slowed and stopped his thrusts.
Lowered himself to his forearms, he rested cheek next to hers. He could
feel the tightness and heat of her cunt as a few last-second spasms
squeezed his cock. Her rock hard nipples poked into his chest as her
breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing. He could hear her
breathing in his ear, and felt her racing pulse as his lips caressed her
neck. They remained like that for several minutes as she recovered,
until she whispered in his ear, "Thank you, Marty."
He moved his head over and found her lips, kissing her long and
hard, their tongues dancing slowly with one another. Without breaking
the kiss, Marty rolled the two of them over so that Sarah was on top.
His cock was still buried deep in her cunt. When they broke for air,
Sarah pushed off his chest to raise herself up and sit astride him. Her
hands played in the dark curly hair across his chest then up to caress
his face and neck. He laughed, softly, when the metal of the handcuffs
conspired against the gentle caress.
"Again?" she asked, feeling his rock hard cock twitch in her cunt.
"Sarah," he began, moving his hands down to caress her thighs on
either side of him, "are you on the pill?"
"No," she conceded, "I didn't really see the need... before now."
He smiled at her and said, "If I say, 'stop', I need you to hop off
me, okay?"
"Uh-huh," she replied as she began raising and lowering herself on
his cock.
She was a bit tentative at first, and once came up too far and lost him.
Given her handcuffs, she was unable to reach back and reinsert his cock,
so he sat up, kissed her and reached back to bring his cock back in
position. As he was doing this, his cock came up against her anus, and
was trapped there for several moments as Sarah leaned her weight back
down. Having Marty's cock head at her anus, even for just a moment,
filled Sarah with conflicting emotions. The earlier feeling of his
tongue licking at her most secret aperture was fantastic. The nasty
things he made her say, back at the house, had almost made her want him
to perform the taboo act.
'Those things I said,' she thought to herself as Marty repositioned
his cock at her sex. As she lowered herself back onto his rod and began
riding him up and down, her mind was back in the dingy kitchen and she
was once again repeating those naughty refrains as Marty's cock pressed
against her anus. To be sure, it frightened her to think of Marty's
thick cock fucking into her ass---she still couldn't even imagine that
it would fit or that she could withstand the pain. As she rode Marty's
cock she found herself thinking about the much longer cock on Mike, and
the thicker cock of Joe Finelli. Baring an escape or some miraculous
rescue, one or both of those men would insist on fucking her ass. Sarah
spoke before her courage deserted her.
"You could, um..." her face flushed and she started again. "There's
no risk of pregnancy if you, um, came in..." She was clearly embarrassed
by the still unspoken suggestion.
"Your ass, Sarah?'' replied Marty, more than a little surprised.
''I'd like that, very much, but first I want you to bring yourself
close, okay? Then we'll switch positions." She resumed sliding up and
down on his cock while he laid back and enjoyed the sight of her breasts
swinging as she moved, her face reflecting her growing passion, and,
when he raised his head slightly, the union of their sex.
After several minutes of this, during which his hands played with
her breasts and nipples, she paused, and said, "I'm close, Marty." After
a few more breaths she continued, "I know this is nasty, but I want you
in my ass." She moved off him and sat on her heals as he rolled over and
retrieved a tube of K-Y jelly from the carryall, and a towel. He folded
the towel several times, making a passable pillow. He positioned her
head and shoulders on the pillow so her hands, manacled as they were,
would be free to reach her pussy. He moved behind her and squeezed a
dollop of jelly on a finger, and worked the finger around her rosette
and then inside. When he decided she was prepared he moved into
position, greased his cock and, holding her ass cheeks open, he found
the target.
"Push back against me, Sarah, now," he said as he pushed forward.
She moaned and complied and his cock popped an inch or so into her ass.
He let go of her cheeks and they closed around his cock. He paused for a
moment, then said, "again." She pushed back and he drove another two
inches into her tight ass.
"Oh, God," said Sarah. "Wait... wait for a minute." Then, "I can't
believe I'm doing this!" Marty pushed again, then again, and Sarah's
cooperation made it relatively easy for him to plug her virgin hole.
Marty withdrew very slowly, until only the head of his cock was trapped
inside, then pushed forward. Sarah pushed back and his cock disappeared
between her cheeks and into her ass.
"I'm not gonna be able to last very long, babe. Bring your hands up
to your pussy and rub yourself." He moved one hand from her hip along
her side and underneath to hold onto a firm, hanging breast. Her nipple
was fully erect in his hand, and he rolled it between his finger and
thumb, and then squeezed it until she cried out. He let go of her nipple
and lowered his hand to find her arms, then wrists on the ground between
their union. He grabbed hold of the handcuffs and raised her hands up to
her pussy.
"I've got my cock buried in your ass, Sarah. I've already fucked
your mouth and your cunt. It's way past time for you to be uncomfortable
about rubbing your pussy in front of me." The grip of her anal passage
on his cock was very tight, and Marty had to block those sensations to
keep from cumming. With her help on each forward stroke, he slowly,
silently fucked her. After a dozen strokes the passage was noticeably
easier, and his pace quickened. His balls now where slapping into her
wet pussy, and her fingers there, with each forward stroke.
"Make yourself cum," he said, releasing her hands and bringing his
free hand back to her hip. He gripped her hips with both hands and
picked up the pace, driving his cock into the mewing girl. He could feel
his balls slap against her hands, on each forward stroke. And he could
hear her breathing quicken. Only now he let himself savor the tightness
of the passage he was using, and think about the eroticism of sodomizing
this unapproachable Jewish Princess. He thought back to the day she had
refused him a date, and how her eyes had communicated such disdain for
him.
"Ahhhh.... Oh God!" He picked up the pace even more, fucking as
quickly now as he might in her pussy, digging for his orgasm. He barely
noticed Sarah's cries as she climaxed, the spasms of her anal tunnel
around his shunting cock.
His release came soon after, and it was both physical and mental, as if
in his mind he felt that by completing this taboo act, by pumping his
cum deep in her bowels, he was evening the score.
The room was very dark and quiet. Sarah could hear nothing beyond
the regular breathing of Marty, next to her on the mattress. Her mind
raced back and forth over the same facts and feelings once again. She'd
believed and hoped, since about twelve hours before when she had begged
Mike to stop the beating, and agreed to cooperate, that there would come
a time, like this, when she could escape. After leading her back from
the woods, and washing her gently, lovingly, in the shower, Marty had
prepared them both for bed. He had insisted on her taking a sleeping
pill, apologizing that it was part of the plan that they'd all committed
to perform. When he had dropped the pill into her open mouth, she'd
moved it quickly between her teeth and gum and swallowed only the water
he offered. The unused pill went down the drain when she'd brushed her
teeth.
And now here she was, with Marty sound asleep. She had no trouble
remembering the hatred she felt when she came to and found herself tied
up, dressed like a slut, her freedom taken away. If it was in her power
then, she would have killed them all. She could rise now, and sneak out
of the house. Or find something heavy and smash it against Marty's head.
Then she could search for the keys to the handcuffs, and the van, and
make her escape. She knew she couldn't---wouldn't---go to the police. It
would be three carefully made up stories against one, and she would be
mortified by the publicity. But she could, maybe, tell Daddy, and have
him make life impossible for her three abductors.
But she also realized that her reactions to the sex forced on her
were not faked. It was the greatest thing she'd ever experienced! She
thought about what she'd done and felt ashamed at her slutty behavior.
She couldn't imagine that any of her friends would ever do those things.
I sucked three different men's cocks and swallowed their seed. And each
time I did it, I enjoyed it! I let Marty put his cock in my ass - no,
that's not right. I asked him to! And it felt so good! Thinking about it
now, the unbelievable power of those orgasms, caused her pussy to begin
to get wet, and her nipples to harden. She became conscious again of
Marty, his body spooning hers, his flaccid cock nestled against her ass.
Marty. She'd always thought him sweet. Well, the few times she
wasn't too busy manipulating him. Damn, why was I like that... such a
bitch, really. And today, when he'd been so gentle with her despite the
fact that she had earned his hatred. The white bed sheet for a wedding
dress. The way he'd taken her virginity. The thoughtfulness when he
asked her if she was on the pill.
Damn,
why hadn't she thought of that!
But he wasn't always gentle. Her ass was a little sore from the
pounding it had taken from Marty's cock. It wasn't painful now, but it
itched a little. "I can't believe I did that," she thought to herself as
she recalled the taboo act, and how her body melted from the full,
incredibly nasty feeling of his cock in her ass.
Her thoughts bounced to Mike and Joe. From her workouts at the Gym, she
had long admired the black man's body. Tall, slender but very muscular.
He would not be as gentle as Marty. And his cock! She thought back to
when he had forced her to suck him, and how he had used her mouth as a
hole to fuck. It was at least two inches longer than Marty's. Her pussy
tingled as she thought of what Mike would do to her when it was his
turn. He would certainly want to fuck her, and she was concerned and
excited at the prospect of that pole in her pussy or ass. Thinking of
this, Sarah's pussy was positively dripping now.
Her thoughts moved to Joe. He had a streak of cruelty in him, she
thought. is cock was not as long as Mike's, but it was much thicker than
either of the others. She began breathing harder now, her thighs rubbing
together, as she thought of Joe's thick cock in her pussy. Her hands
slid down and she began rubbing herself in small circles, just above the
opening to her pussy, pressing through the layers of flesh to the erect
clit below. She was so absorbed in her erotic thoughts of Joe, then
Mike, then Marty, that she didn't notice Marty's slow regular breathing
stop. And when Marty's cock stiffened behind her, pressing up against
the small of her back, her brain simply made that part of the fantasy.
It took Marty a second to remember where he was, and to realize what
had woken him. Sarah's heaving breathing was audible and her body shook
slightly against his. His cock hardened when he realized that she was
masturbating in the bed next to him, and that she was completely
oblivious to his waking. He moved himself down the bed until his cock
was better positioned to enter her from the rear. As she became aware of
him, she sighed and moved her upper leg away from him and brought her
knee up. She was now half way between lying on her side, as before, and
lying face down on the bed. There was barely enough room between the bed
sheet and her pussy for her busy hands.
Marty shifted his body along with her, and entered her steaming
pussy. fter a dozen or so strokes he decided that it was too difficult in
this position to get the force or depth of penetration he wanted. He paused
and turned Sarah so that she was completely face down. He then slid her
knees up so that her pussy was angled better and resumed fucking her.
Sarah had two orgasms before he withdrew, turned her over and climbed up
and slid his cock into her mouth. In less than thirty seconds of her
sucking he exploded in her mouth. She swallowed his cum, rolled over and
went right to sleep.
Chapter Four - Mike Hits the Books
Sarah woke to the sound of voices from the other room, and to the
smell of coffee and bacon. She took a moment to listen, and identified
the voices as belonging to Marty and Mike. She threw off the sheets and
blankets and rolled off the mattress. Looking around for something to
wear, and finding nothing handy, she pulled the sheet off the bed and
wrapped it around her nude body.
"Good morning," she said as she walked into the kitchen and found
Mike and Marty sitting next to the small table. "That coffee smells
great. Could somebody pour me a cup while I wash up?"
"Ah, sure," said Mike as he stood up to retrieve a mug, somewhat
non-plussed by her casual, friendly appearance. A few moments later they
could here the water running in the bathroom. Mike poured a cup of
coffee and sat back down at the table.
"Shouldn't one of us be with her?" asked Mike.
"She's not going anywhere," said Marty. "I'm pretty sure she somehow
managed to not swallow the sleeping pill I gave her last night. That was
the time to sneak out, or to bash me over the head. No, she's made the
decision to stick this out." Mike looked a little surprised, but
relieved.
"She takes cream and sugar, Mike. Why don't you fix it and bring her
the coffee." Mike did as Marty suggested, and knocked on the bathroom
door a few moments later.
"Come in," said a disembodied voice from the bathroom, and Mike
entered to find Sarah in the shower.
"I brought your coffee," he said, load enough to be heard over the
spray. "I'll just put in on the sink."
"Thanks, Mike," said Sarah, then, "could you do me a favor?" He
moved over to the tub and peeked in the beyond the edge of the shower
curtain. The sight of Sarah's naked body, water pouring off her hair,
down her back and ass, forming a river that ran down her long legs,
caused his cock to stir.
"Yes," he managed, his voice sounding hoarse. She turned around, and
his eyes darted to her firm breasts and shaved pussy, and he surprised
himself by feeling guilty, like he was a peeping tom.
"I can't wash by back with these on," she said, taking a step toward
him in the tub, holding up her handcuffed wrists. He stared mutely,
thinking she was asking him to unlock them when she said, "could you
wash my back? Here's the soap." She handed him the soap and turned her
back to him. It took him just a moment to click back into it, and then
he began soaping her back. His cock by this point was becoming more
erect in his shorts, but he blocked it out and proceeded to lather her
back, legs and finished with her shapely ass.
"Could you," she began as she moved her legs as far apart as the tub
would allow, "wash me down there?" As she bent over slightly, the
meaning of her words were clear, but they surprised Mike once again. He
lathered his hands and put the soap down, and moved a hand down between
her ass cheeks. He washed her from back to front, the contact with her
ass and cunt causing his cock to become painfully erect. "Thanks," she
said when he stopped. Then, "be out in a minute," as she moved back
under the spray.
Mike washed and dried his hands and adjusted the position of his
cock in his pants before leaving the bathroom to rejoin Marty in the
kitchen. "Jesus," he said as he sat down again at the table. "She
just... well..."
"Uh-huh," said a smiling Marty.
"What did you do to her?" Mike asked.
Marty held up his hand and ticked off his fingers, "After you and
Mike left we showered together, and I brought her off. She sucked me off
quite willingly."
The second finger went down. "Then, while we were getting ready for
dinner, she sucked me again. After dinner we took a walk into the woods
and I fucked her." The third and forth fingers went down. "But I learned
that she's not on the pill, so I left her pussy and came in her ass, as
she suggested." The fifth finger went down and he started on the second
hand. "And I woke up in the middle of the night to her fingering
herself, so I rolled her on her stomach and fucked her again, for quite
a spell, then came in her mouth. That's about it," he concluded as Sarah
exited the bathroom and came into the kitchen, still dressed in the bed
sheet. She stopped next to Mike, leaned over and gave him a kiss.
"Thanks for giving me a hand in there." Her eyes twinkled as at the
double meaning. She set her mug down and moved over to Marty, straddled
his outstretched legs and sat on his lap. "Hi there," she said, and
kissed him.
"Hi."
"Was that you last night?" she asked, smiling.
"Yes, but for the life of my I can't say who the girl was," he
responded.
"The New Sarah Greenberg would be my guess."
"New and Improved," he said, before kissing her again.
She looked around the dingy kitchen and said, "is this some sort of
conspiracy, only having two chairs, so I have to sit in your lap?"
"Not intentional, I assure you," said Mike as he got up and brought
another chair in from the living room. "Are you hungry?" he asked when
he returned.
"Famished!" she replied as she pulled herself off Marty and sat in
the chair. Adopting her best nasal, demanding, Jewish American Princess
tone she added, "Two eggs, over-easy, white toast, lightly buttered,
bacon will be just fine. Now get to it, my good man!"
"Yes, ma'am," said Mike, bowing before her. She took a long drink of
her coffee and turned to look at Marty. They smiled at each other, and
sat in comfortable silence.
"What's the schedule that you guys have worked up for the next few
days?" asked Sarah after a minute or so.
"I've got to leave pretty soon," started Marty, glancing at his
watch. "Mike will be here today and tonight and Mike in the morning and
through Saturday morning. That's as far as we planned."
"Hmmm," she said, looking at him from over her mug. She started to
open her mouth to say, "I enjoyed yesterday," but didn't, seeing in
Marty's brown eyes that it wasn't necessary. But she wanted to thank him
non-the-less, and knew what he'd like. She stood up and pulled the sheet
off, folded in up and placed it on her chair, shifted her chair enough
so it faced Marty, and sat down again, completely naked. He smiled as
his eyes dropped to her perfect breasts, then lower. She noticed the
direction of his glance and spread her knees as his eyes dropped, now
completely open to his gaze. Mike brought a plate over, managed not to
drop it when he saw that she was naked, and set it before her.
"Is there anything I can do for you before you go?" asked Sarah.
"Eat your breakfast," said Marty, smiling. And she did, ravenously.
And the second helping of bacon. She paused only after finishing that,
and sat sipping a second cup of coffee. Realizing that both men were
looking at her naked body didn't seem to faze her. In fact, she rather
liked it.
"I've got to run," said Marty, standing. "I'm already gonna be late
for a tutoring session," he smiled at Sarah before continuing, "and this
particular bitch doesn't like being kept waiting." Sarah stood and moved
into Marty's embrace.
After a long kiss, she said, "I'll see you Saturday, right?" After
he nodded she added "If that bitch you're tutoring gives you any lip,
you just throw her over your desk and fuck her brains out!"
Marty laughed and walked off toward the garage, saying over his
shoulder, "Not very likely, Sarah. I'm a good Jewish boy." After Marty
had left, Mike and Sarah sat at the kitchen table sipping coffee. The
silence was not as comfortable as with Marty, thought Sarah, and she
struggled to think of something to say.
"What is a girl supposed to say," she said, finally, "to a man who
she doesn't really know, who's going to be using her body in all sorts
of nasty ways?" Mike shrugged his shoulders and smiled. He fished
something out of his pocket and said, "Those handcuffs must be getting
kinda uncomfortable. They aren't really necessary, are they?" Sarah held
her hands out to Mike and said, "Well, we might need them again at some
point." Her eyes twinkled as Mike unlocked the cuffs.
"We just might," said Mike, smiling. Mike had been ready for action
as soon as he arrived, looking forward so much to fucking this stuck-up
Jewish bitch that he had trouble falling asleep last night. Seeing her
naked body in the shower and again now had his cock uncomfortably large
in his pants.
"We're gonna start with a blow job," said Mike as he began
undressing there in the kitchen. "But I'm gonna teach you how to do it
right." When he was naked, Sarah couldn't help but stare at his jutting
cock, especially when he came forward and stood in front of her chair,
his black cock eye-level and almost fully erect. Noticing her staring at
his cock, Mike said, "That's nine inches of prime black cock and you're
gonna take all of it."
Sarah's eyes widened and she said, "I couldn't possibly..." She
didn't finish the thought. She'd been unable to take all of Marty's cock
in her mouth, and his was probably two inches shorter than the black rod
now in front of her.
"Yes you can and you will, you cock-teasing bitch." Sarah pulled her
eyes off Mike's cock and looked up, her eyes pleading. Mike's face
showed no mercy and her eyes dropped. "Start sucking, bitch, and I'll
tell you how to do it." Sarah leaned forward in the chair and brought
her hands up to feel his cock and balls.
She parted her lips and kissed the tip, then slid her tongue all over
the heart-shaped head. For some reason she couldn't name, the act of
using her mouth on a man's organ caused her to become aroused. In her
mind's eye, she imagined herself performing this act on other men she
knew. Using her mouth to get them hard, to make them groan from the
pleasure of her skill, to make them cum. She knew that the man's
pleasure was derived from more than just the pressure of her wet lips
and tongue on their sexual center. The act was sexy to them, and to her,
because it was using her, the beautiful and high-born princess, in a
subservient way.
The night before, when Marty had forced her to her knees and pushed
his cock into her mouth, she had felt in then, too. She understood that
Marty lusted after the sight of his cock - his sexual organ - in her
most public orifice. And afterwards, as they ate in mostly silence,
she'd look up to catch him staring at her mouth, at the lips that were
wrapped around his cock only minutes before.
Sarah had Mike's cock as far back in her mouth as possible, and her gag
reflex caused her to pull back. At his deepest penetration, it seemed to
her that four inches or so of his cock remained outside.
"You've gotta take it deeper," said Mike. "Into your throat." Sarah
tried again, not believing that it was possible. Her pussy continued to
tingle as she slid her lips down his cock, willing him deeper than
before, imaging that she could actually somehow swallow his cock. She
was quite surprised when his cock actually entered her throat. The gag
reflex returned, and she pulled off and took several deep breaths.
"Deeper," said Mike, his voice hoarse. "Take me all the way down your
white throat, bitch."
Sarah returned to his cock and forced her head down until once again
his cock forced its way into her throat. She still had two inches to go,
and pulled off once again. Determined to have that cock all the way
inside her body, Sarah lifted her ass off the seat and adjusted her
stance so she was bent over rather than kneeling, her hands on his
waist. She mouthed his cock once again, took a deep breath and forced
his cock once again into her throat. This time, with the angle better
for penetration, she got almost all of him inside, and her lips were
close enough to the base of his cock to be tickled by his curly black
pubic hair.
Her pussy was on fire at this point, and she held her head in place for
as long as she could before pulling off so she could breathe.
Mike pulled his cock out and said, "Not bad for a white Jewish
bitch." He pushed everything on the kitchen table to one side, then
lifted her up and laid her face-up on the table, her head just over one
edge. He moved over and held her head in his hands, looking down as he
told her to relax her neck muscles completely. When she managed to do
this, he lowered her head until it was back as far as it would
comfortably go. This created a straight passage through her mouth and
into her throat.
"I'm gonna fuck your mouth now, bitch. Are you ready to take my
black cock all the way down your throat?" Sarah's view from this
position was dominated by his large, hairy balls and the underside of
his massive cock. She opened her mouth in response to his question and
soon felt his rod press past her lips and over her tongue. When he
reached the back of her mouth she concentrated on suppressive the gag
reflex. He rocked forward and forced his cock into her throat. His balls
swung forward and slapped against her eyes and forehead as he buried
himself to the hilt.
"That's a good cocksucker," he said before pulling back. Sarah, her
eyes closed, breathed in some air through her nose as his cock pulled
back, then held her breath as he drove forward again, deep into her
throat. As Mike continued to fuck his cock in and out Sarah realized
that he was no longer involved her skills in this sexual act. She was
merely a vessel being used for his pleasure. She knew also that he was
getting off on fucking the high and mighty Sarah Greenberg this way. Her
pussy was on fire, and she desperately wanted contact as he continued to
rape her mouth. Her hands started down to address this need but for
reasons that she knew were absurd, she stopped, unwilling to touch
herself in front of Mike. When Mike finally came, shooting hot sticky
cum down her throat, Sarah moaned, so close to cumming from just the
eroticism of this act.
Mike completely ignored Sarah for the next hour as he spread his
textbooks and notebooks on the floor of the living room and studied.
Sarah remained naked, hoping that he'd take her again, but this time
fuck his long cock in her pussy and bring her to the orgasm that she
badly needed. Mike's concentration was total, however, on the books laid
out in front of him, and not on the beautiful girl. When he was ready
for a break his eyes found Sarah sitting naked in a chair on the other
side of the room. As he rose, stripped off his pants and walked over,
Sarah's eyes dropped hopefully to his cock and saw it begin to rise.
"I'm ready for another piece of yo' white ass, bitch." He helped her
out of the chair and turned her around, pushing her up against a wall.
Her hands came out to stop herself and his took her waist and adjusted
her stance so she was slightly bent at the waist. He moved his cock
around just inside her dripping pussy for a few moments before driving
it to the hilt, slamming painfully against her cervix. "Jeez, you're
sure ready for it, ain't ya', bitch." Sarah remained silent, wanting
desperately for him to continue. Just the presence of his cock filling
her cunt completely had brought her once again to a fever state. "Yo,
bitch, you want to get fucked by my black cock, or what?"
Sarah managed a weak, "Yes." Mike chuckled and gave her what she
wanted, driving his cock as hard and fast as her tight pussy would
allow. Sarah didn't cum immediately, the pain from his repeated assaults
on her cervix held back her release. After several minutes of his brutal
thrusts, however, the pressure on her clit as his cock shunted back and
forth over the hyper-sensitive nub became too much. She cried out and
her body shook with from the pleasure of a powerful and long awaited
orgasm. Mike fucked her right through her orgasm and beyond. Then he
pushed her down on the floor, on her hands and knees, and mounted her
again.
He continued to fuck her mercilessly, ramming his cock into her core
with so much force that Sarah had a hard time keeping her position. Her
knees were forced forward and rubbed painfully against the worn carpet.
Once, after a particularly hard thrust, she lost her balance and fell
forward, just managing to land with her head on one forearm. Mike didn't
miss a beat, and continued to rape her pussy, his cock a blur as it
shunted in and out. After a minute in this position, her head on the
floor and her ass stuck up to meet his constant pounding, Mike lowered
his hands from her hips to the front of her thighs. When he pulled
Sarah's legs out she fell to the floor, and Mike with her, his weight
knocking the wind out of Sarah.
Mike straightened his arms and raised himself off the girl, locked
his elbows and resumed his pounding. Sarah moved her knees out and up to
better accommodate his cock. In her brief experience, and in her
imagination, Sarah had no idea it could be this physical. She couldn't
believe that her body, her cunt, could take this brutal pounding. And
the sensations were building again, despite the sharp pain from many of
his thrusts, and the soreness from her nipples as they rubbed
uncomfortably across the carpet. She was well on her way to her second
orgasm from this fuck when he groaned and pulled his cock from her well-
fucked pussy. Sarah felt his cum splatter against her ass and back as he
jacked his cock through his orgasm.
"Yes... yes... oh, yes," he concluded as the last of his seed
dribbled off his cock and pooled in the crack of her ass. Mike left her
there and washed up in the bathroom. He stepped over her when he
returned, slipped his pants back on and resumed studying. Sarah showered
and dressed in shorts and a man's T-shirt she managed to find. The rest
of the day and evening followed the same pattern. Mike studying hard for
an hour or two, then talking a break for a quick bite to eat or a long
fuck. And he always found Sarah's cunt wet and ready.
Sarah's body felt bruised and completely used up when she collapsed
on the bed that night. She had just finished taking Mike's cock in her
ass, bent over the kitchen table as he used her there. Thankfully, he
was much less brutal as he fucked his cock in and out of her ass. She
wasn't sure whether it was out of concern for her or because he was
simply running out of gas. The aches and pains were everywhere, her
cunt, ass, nipples and knees. And she was thoroughly exhausted from five
or six tremendous orgasms. One minute after her head hit the pillow she
was in a dead sleep.
Chapter Five - Master Joe
Mike left shortly after Joe arrived on Friday morning. Having talked
to Marty about his experiences with Sarah, Joe wasn't surprised to find
her sans handcuffs and dressed casually in shorts and a simple blouse.
Joe smiled at Sarah when they were alone.
"How you doing?"
"A little sore, but, pretty good," she replied. "All things
considered."
"Meaning?"
"Well, Jesus, Joe. It would be kinda strange for anyone to experience
what I'm going through, a different lover every day. And for a girl like
me, a virgin two days ago, to be experiencing sex like this, well, it's
pretty bizarre."
Joe's face serious, and he said, "You want to know something,
Sarah?" Why I recruited Mike and Marty to abduct you like this?"
"So it was you who thought up this little party. Yes, Why?"
"I was a little pissed off at you, for manipulating me to get a
private room. For lying about Sandra being gay---"
Sarah interrupted with, "I was sure, the way she looked at me---"
"I fucked her brains out the very next week, Sarah. Maybe she's
bisexual, but that's not my point. I wanted to get for here and
experiment with d&s--- domination and submission. I've always had fairly
normal relationships with the girls that I've had. It's long been a
fantasy of mine to have a truly submissive woman. For our time together,
what I want from you is total submission. I don't want the old Sarah
Greenberg, Jewish American Princess, or the new Sarah either. I want a
sex slave."
Sarah lowered her eyes for several moments before saying, "what will
I have to do?"
"Anything and everything I tell you to do. You must behave not like
a free-thinking person, but like a slave who's only purpose is to be my
fuck-toy. For starters, from now on you will address me as 'Sir' or
Master'. I will address you as slave, slut, cunt, fuck-toy or whatever
else comes to mind. Do you understand?"
"I guess so...," she looked up at Joe's stern face and added, "Yes,
Master." Joe helped her to her feet and led her into the living room.
"Strip slave, and stand over there," he said, pointing to the center
of the room. Joe busied himself with removing the thick blankets that
covered the front windows, and light poured into the room. Joe then
retrieved the long paddle from the box then had packed with various sex
toys. When he returned he stood a stride away from Sarah and let his
eyes feast on her naked body.
"You are a slut, aren't you Sarah?"
"I, ah, I'm not really sure, Sir," she replied.
"Uh-huh. How many men used that fuck-hole mouth of yours, Sarah?"
"Three... sir."
"And did you swallow their cum like a good slut?"
"Yes, sir."
"I see," he said and moved behind her, tracing the paddle across the
flesh of her thigh, then sliding it over her ass.
"And did Marty and Mike use your other fuck-holes, slut?" He turned
the paddle sideways and brought it between her legs and up against her
cunt.
"Yes, sir."
"Oh? Both? Tell me what they did to you, slut."
"They, ah... fucked me, sir, in my pussy and my bottom."
"And did you cum like a good slut?"
"Yes," she said, quietly, now embarrassed and confused, not really
sure what game Joe was playing, or whether this was a game. She cried
out when she swatted her, harder this time.
"I told you to say, 'Yes, SIR', didn't I, cunt?"
"Yes, Sir," she answered, her eyes wet.
"So," he said, pausing as he ran the paddle down her back and lodged
it between her legs. "You've gone from being a pure, virgin, Jewish
American Princess bitch to being a complete slut, a whore who takes
cocks willingly in her mouth, in her cunt and up her ass, all in two
days. Let me ask you again - are you a slut?"
"Yes, sir."
"Did you like being Marty's slut?"
"Yes, sir."
"And Mike's slut?" There was a slight pause before she gave the same
answer. He moved around in front again and stood a pace back from the
frightened girl.
"Masturbate, Sarah."
"Yes, sir," she replied automatically, and then her eyes widened.
She had never touched herself in front of another person. But her hand
lowered and her began rubbing along her slit.
"Spread her legs wider, slut. And use your other hand on those tits
of yours." She complied, then remembered to say, "Yes, sir." After a
couple of minutes her fear gave way to the now-familiar feelings of
excitement. Her nipples hardened, her pussy became very wet beneath her
fingers, and her breathing quickened. After another minute or so Joe
interrupted with another command.
"Use your left hand now in your cunt. Put your right hand in your
mouth as suck off those slut juices." She acknowledged the instructions
as usual, and brought her hand up to her mouth and tasted the juices
from her cunt. She'd tasted them the first night when Marty had left her
well-fucked cunt to cum in her mouth. She was beginning to find this
game of Joe's less threatening, and more erotic as they went, perhaps in
some part because she was now highly aroused. He ordered her to play
with her breasts again, telling her to pull and twist her nipples. Her
other hand was rotating in small circles over her clit, faster now as
she approached orgasm.
Joe noticed that she was close and barked, "That's enough, slut,
stop!"
Sarah groaned inwardly but managed the obligatory, "Yes, sir." She
was breathing heavily now, her pussy aching for release.
"Kneel, bitch," he said as he worked his shorts and jockeys over his
cock and down his legs. Stepping out of them, he stepped over to her,
his thick cock pointing at her forehead. "You want to suck this, don't
you?"
"Yes, sir, I do."
"Beg me to let you suck my cock."
"Please, sir, I really need to suck your cock." He reached down and
fed his cock between her open lips and into her warm, wet mouth. She
closed her lips around it and went as far down the shaft as she could
manage, then back. She sucked enthusiastically on the head, then flicked
her tongue back and forth just under the massive head. After a minute or
so, Joe brought his hand forward and combed his fingers through her
thick hair, establishing a strong hold on her head. He began fucking his
cock into her mouth.
"I think I'll try all of your slut fuck-holes this morning. Would
that please my Jewish slut?"
He pulled his cock out and she gasped, "Yes, sir."
"Get on your hands and knees, like a dog, slut." She answered and
obeyed, and he mounted her from behind, shoving his thick cock to the
hilt in her pussy with one brutal lunge. "Oh my God," she cried,
surprised that after Mike's pounding of her there that she still felt
the pain. But Joe's cock was thicker even than Mike's, and it stretched
her pussy wide.
"Jesus you're a tight little slut! Didn't you tell me that Marty and
Mike used you here?"
"Yes, ahhh, yes, sir." He pulled his cock out and rammed it in
again, and Sarah cried out. After a half-dozen thrusts, Sarah's cries
changed in tone as she became accustom to his girth. After a dozen more
she was close to her orgasm.
"Ah, yes... ah, yes," she chanted as he hammered into her, but he
slowed and stopped before she could climax. "Just a little more," she
pleaded, "I'm so close... sir."
"There's one more fuck-hole I want to try," was his response as he
wet a finger in her dripping pussy and slid in into her ass. A second
finger followed, and he began fucking the two digits back and forth in
her ass. Sarah moaned. After a minute of this he withdrew his fingers
and used both hands to spread her cheeks and position his slick cock at
her rosette. "You want to be fucked more, bitch?"
"Oh, yes, sir, fuck me there," she cried, excited and scared at the
same time.
"Where, bitch? Tell me where you want your master's cock. Beg for
it."
"Fuck my ass, master! Please fuck your cock in my ass!" He slowly
pushed his cock forward, and Sarah, remembering earlier ass fucks with
Marty and Mike, pushed back. "Ahhhhh," she cried as the head of his cock
popped past her sphincter. Joe paused a moment before pushing forward
again. "Oh... oh, Jesus!" she cried as another inch or so of his cock
disappeared in her tight ass. A third push, pause, a forth push and he
was buried to the root in her ass. Joe clenched his teeth to avoid
cumming. When he gained his control back, slowly slid his thick rod out,
until only the head was inside. "Ahhhh," she cried as he drove his cock
forward, corking the girl fully with one long, slow thrust.
"Masturbate," he said, as he slowly withdrew. She lowered her head
to rest on a forearm and reached back. Her hand felt the union of his
cock and her ass before plunging into her pussy. Joe continued to pump
his cock back and forth in her ass, rapidly approaching orgasm. When he
did cum his cock released jet after jet of cum deep in her bowels. Sarah
felt the explosion and came at the same time, the pleasure coming from
her ass and cunt triggering a tremendous climax. After a brief respite,
Joe pulled his spent cock from her ass and rose.
"Get up, Slave."
"Yes, Master," she said and rose to her feet a bit shakily. She
ignored the fact that his cum was beginning to seep out of her well-
fucked ass, and awaited his orders.
"Come," was all he said as he turned and walked into the bathroom.
She followed and found him standing in front of the sink, his semi-erect
cock sticking over the sink.
"Wash me, cunt."
"Yes, Master," she answered, testing the temperature of the water
before lathering her hands and gently washing his cock and balls. When
she finished she dried him off with a towel.
"You've got fuck juice dripping out of your slut ass, slave. I want
my slave to be clean for our little outing. We're goin' fishing." He
left and she tended to herself. When she returned to the living room, he
was zipping up a gym bag.
Seeing her, he said, "Here, put this on." He tossed her a garment
that turned out to be a simple off-white sun dress. When she put in on
she felt only slightly less naked than before. Thin straps led to the
top, which exposed most of the tops of her breasts. It was mostly
backless, a thin horizontal strap the only cloth between her neck and
the small of her back. The dress fell only to mid-thigh, at best. The
fabric was quite thin, and she could plainly see her brown nipples
poking out and tenting the fabric. He tossed a pair of sandals near her
feet, picked up two bags and left the house.
She slipped on the sandals, said, "Yes, sir," to the now-empty room
and followed him out.
Chapter Six - Fishin' and Fuckin'
Joe had thoroughly scouted the area around the house before
selecting this house, and was pleased to find that a trout stream cut
though county land about a mile from the house. As he strode along the
same path Marty and Sarah had used Wednesday night, Sarah followed a few
paces back. Sarah's hands swung free while she walked, and the garment
did little to hide her perfect body. Joe carried two bags and a folding
beach chair, but didn't appear to be straining at all. It was a warm
spring day with a light breeze, a few high clouds in the otherwise
bright blue sky. Sarah was quite comfortable despite her light attire,
enjoying the clean crisp air after the dingy house.
They walked for fifteen or twenty minutes before heading down a
slight gorge and coming to the stream. At this particular spot, the
stream opened up into a small pond, perhaps fifty feet across and
seventy feet long. At the downstream end of the pond, the water flowed
over and around a collection of huge boulders, picking up speed as it
continued to wind its way downhill. This spot was bucolic, the water
moving slowly and reflecting the mid-morning sun.
Their side of the pond had several large oaks which provided plenty of
cooling shade.
"This is lovely," offered Sarah. Joe dropped the bags and set up the
beach chair under in the shade.
"Sit," he said as he moved over to the bags and began pulling out
his tackle.
While Joe was fitting together a pole, Sarah sat down in the chair,
her skirt hiking up to show most of her long, shapely legs. She kicked
off her sandals and relaxed, enjoying the scene and wondering what, if
anything, Joe had planned for her. For the next hour Joe ignored her
completely, trying out different areas of the pond and different flies
and lures. About an hour later, he seemed to find the right combination
and landed three medium-sized trout in about fifteen minutes. He got a
knife from his tackle box and moved downstream to gut and clean the
fish, then tied them up and left them in a cool, shady area of the pond.
Joe returned to his supplies and quickly stripped off his clothes,
folding them neatly and placing them in a bag. He walked forward and
stopped when his bare feet were in about six inches of the cool water.
"Come here, slave," he called out.
Sarah rose and walked over to him. "Yes, Master?" she said as she
came abreast of him. He moved her in front of him and pulled her dress
up, bunching it above her waist and exposing her pussy. His hands then
went to her shoulders and the firm downward pressure told Sarah what he
wanted. She knelt in front of him, her legs, knees and most of her
thighs immersed in the cool water.
"May I suck your cock, Master?"
"Yes, slave." Sarah began by taking his entire mostly-flaccid cock
into her mouth and sucking it gently. It began to harden immediately,
filling her mouth until she could no longer manage the length. She
pulled her mouth off and began licking the underside of his cock, all
the way down to his balls. Holding his pendulous balls gently in one
hands, caressing them, she brought her mouth back up and popped the
heart-shaped head of his cock into her mouth, sucking greedily. He was
fully erect now, and Sarah closed her eyes and pushed her head toward
him, taking of his thick rod to the back of her mouth.
She was aware that her pussy was wet now, tingling as she made love
to his cock. She knew without analyzing it that being outside, in full
view of anyone who happened along, added to the eroticism for her. As
she took him deep again, until his cock head hit the back of her throat,
she realized that she barely felt the gag reflex that had been always
been there, at least until Mike fucked his long cock into her mouth the
day before. Her pussy continued to tingle as she slid her lips down his
cock, willing him deeper than before, telling herself again that she
could swallow his cock. She was quite pleased when his cock actually
entered her throat. The gag reflex returned, and she pulled off and took
several deep breaths.
"Deeper," said Joe, his voice hoarse. "Take me all the way down your
throat, slave." Sarah returned to his cock and forced her head down
until once again his cock forced its way into her throat. She still had
an inch to go, and pulled off once again. Determined to have that cock
all the way inside her body, Sarah adjusted her stance so she was bent
over rather than kneeling, her hands on his waist. She mouthed his cock
once again, took a deep breath and forced his cock once again into her
throat. This time, with the angle better for penetration, she got all of
him inside, and her lips were pressed tightly against his groin. Her
pussy was on fire at this point, and she held her head in place for as
long as she could before pulling out so she could breath.
"That's enough," said Joe, admiration creeping into his words. He
helped her to her feet and kissed her hard, his tongue darting in her
mouth while he crushed her against him. Sarah could feel his hard cock
pressing into her belly as they kissed, and wanted desperately to have
it in her pussy. Joe broke the kiss and pulled the sundress over her
head and tossed it back on dry ground. He then picked her up in his arms
and waded out into the pond, her legs wrapped around his torso. The cool
water felt wonderful to Sarah as they submerged until only six inches of
Joe's muscular chest remained above water. He shifted his hands to her
ass, and let her slide down until his cock poked at her cunt. He freed
one hand to guide his cock into her, then slid her down until she was
completely corked.
They kissed while Joe lifted her up and down on his cock. Then he
moved his hands up to the small of her back and let her fall away until
she was lying back in the water, her back arched. He began fucking her
again, keeping the strokes short and steady. The sensations were
incredible for Sarah. Her ears were underwater, and aside from an
occasional swish sound, she was denied that sense. When her eyes were
open, as they were now, she saw only blue sky. When she closed her eyes,
the only remaining sense was feel, and the combination of the cool water
and Joe's cock shunting over her clit was very erotic. The pleasure
coming from her sex spread throughout her body. She let it build, not at
all anxious to cum, wanting to prolong the pleasure for as long as
possible. When Joe slid a hand up to pull on one of her nipples, she was
unable to hold back any longer. Her orgasm was the best she had
experienced, and she cried out as spasms raced through her body, again
and again.
Joe watched as the pleasure of her orgasm was perfectly reflected in
her face. Hearing her cries and feeling her cunt spasm around his cock
brought him close to the edge, but he reminded himself that she was not
protected, and held off his climax. When she finished, he lifted her
back to his chest, kissed her closed eyes gently before turning them
around and sloshing back towards the shore. Joe pulled her off his cock
and set her down on the shore.
"It's too bad I can't cum in my slave's cunt," said Joe, "without
protection." He moved off to get a condom from one of the bags.
"Actually..." started Sarah, "I've thought about it, and I'm close
to the end of my cycle. It should be safe." Sarah noticed the beach
chair and an idea occurred to her. She adjusted the mechanism that
controlled the angle of recline so the back lowered just short of
horizontal. When she sat in the chair and laid back, her head hung back
just over the end of the cloth.
"Joe, ah, Master. Would you rather use my mouth?"
Joe walked over and said, "I'd like that, Slave. I'll fuck your slut
mouth again, and cum in your throat." He moved behind the chair and
lowered himself to his knees. His cock was perfectly positioned to slide
past her lips and into her mouth. Sarah could taste her juices on his
cock as it slid over her tongue and pressed against her throat. She
concentrated on ignoring the gag reflex and his cock wormed into her
throat. When he withdrew, she took in a breath through her nose. When he
rocked forward, fucking his cock into her throat she had to close her
eyes because his balls slapped into her. Joe moved his hands to her
breasts and held each firmly as he continued to fuck her mouth. Sarah's
hands went lower and were soon busy in her cunt. A few minutes later,
when Joe's cock erupted deep in her throat, she came as well.
"Oh, fuck!" cried Joe as his cock spurted jism down her throat.
"Ahhhh, yes, that's a good little cock sucking whore!" Joe gathered
an armful of twigs and branches and started a small fire, pleased that
the dry wood wasn't releasing too much smoke. He'd brought a portable
grill surface, and set it up after the hardwood branches were reduced to
glowing coals. It took less than ten minutes to grill the trout to a
golden brown.
"Lunch is served," he said as he served the trout on plastic plates.
Already on the plates were potato salad and a half dill he had bought at
a deli. He doused the fire with water from the pond before joining
Sarah. Sarah was back in her sundress, sitting in the beach chair,
eating the food ravenously.
"I don't know if it's the sex, or the outdoors, but this tastes
incredible," she said between mouthfuls. They eat silently, enjoying the
food immensely and the bucolic setting. As they were finishing, Sarah
noticed a boy approaching from downstream. "Oh, damn," she uttered as
she pointed him out to Joe. He looked to be a gangly kid of about
sixteen, carrying a fishing pole in one hand and a tackle box in the
other. Joe rose and walked over to meet him.
"I didn't know anyone else knew about this place," said the teen as
he got within ear shot.
"Just discovered it today," responded Joe. "And we just finished
eating some of the best grilled trout I've ever had." The boy set his
pole down and shook the hand that was offered, a little awkward at the
adult greeting.
"I'm Joe, and that's Sarah."
"Good to meet ya," said the boy. "I'm Chris." Joe noticed that Chris
couldn't help staring over at Sarah.
"Say, Chris, shouldn't you be in school?" asked Joe, grinning a bit.
"You playing hooky or something?"
"Well, yeah... I guess so."
"We ain't gonna tell on you, as long as we can share the fishin'
hole." Sarah walked up to join them.
"Hi, Chris, is it?"
"Yeah," he said, as he took her hand. Sarah held and shook his hand
longer than was really necessary, pleased when the boy blushed a bit and
averted his eyes. Her breasts were perfectly outlined in the thin
material of the sundress, and her brown nipples were quite visible,
standing out a good half-inch or more under the fabric.
"Sarah, why don't you show Chris were I caught those three brook
trout," said Joe as he strolled over to take a seat in the lone chair.
He was quite aware of the effect she was having on Chris, and found it
very amusing.
"Sure," said Sarah bent over to pick up Chris's pole, knowing that
his view of her breasts was now, briefly, completely unobstructed. When
she rose and placed her free hand in his, she noticed that his cock was
tenting his shorts.
"This way," she said, and led the confused boy down the bank to the
downstream end of the pond. He kept his tackle box in front of him in a
futile attempt to keep his state of arousal from the woman. As they
walked Sarah chatted amiably, occasional brushing the side of one breast
up against his arm.
When they arrived at the spot where Joe had had success, Chris turned
half away from Sarah and surreptitiously adjusted his erection in his
shorts, so it was less obvious. He dropped to one knee and busied
himself with the opening his tackle box and studying the contents. Sarah
moved over and stood facing him, the tackle box between them.
Leaning over at the waist, she said, "Now I don't know anything
about fishing, but I think Joe used one of those thingamabobs to catch
his fish." Chris eyes darted up to see her breasts hanging free in her
dress, his view from this position perfect. The long dark nipples were
like beacons, and he had to use all his will power to tear his eyes
away.
"I've actually never fished before," said Sarah as she rose. "If I
go fetch Joe's pole, will you teach me how?"
"Uh, sure," said the flustered boy.
Chapter Seven - Sarah's Penitence
Sarah turned and retraced her steps, knowing full well that Chris's
eyes must be on her ass as she walked away. In fact, Chris was staring
at her retreating form, and could see quite clearly that she was nude
under the dress, the dark crack between her swaying cheeks plainly
visible. When Sarah strode into the shade of the large oaks, she found
Joe relaxing in the chair, drinking a beer and trying to suppress a
grin. "Can I borrow your fishing pole?" she asked, her face a little
flushed.
"What happened to "Master", slave?"
"Oh, Master, may I borrow your fishing pole?"
"Maybe. Come here." She walked up to him and he placed his hand on
the inside of one thigh.
"Spread 'em," he said, and she obeyed. He slid his hand up to her
pussy and chuckled.
"Your pussy is wet. Does it excite you to tease that boy?"
"No, ah, Master... I--"
He pushed two fingers into her cunt, cutting off her reply, and
said, "Yes it does, slut, and you know it. You like it that your body
makes him hard, don't you?"
"Yes, Master, I guess I do."
"But that's not fair to him, is it?" She shook her head, and spread
her legs wider to allow greater penetration. But instead of fingering
her more, Joe pulled his hand out and rose out of the chair. He took a
long drink of his beer before walking away, towards the pond.
"Come." She followed him down to the pond and downstream to where
Chris was fishing.
"Any luck?" said Joe as he walked up next to Chris.
"Not yet," answered Chris, hiding his disappointment that Sarah had
not returned alone. It would be harder now, he thought, to catch
glimpses of her breasts and ass. When Sarah joined them, Joe asked in a
quite normal tone of voice, "Say, Chris, has my fuck-toy here been
teasing you?" Chris's mouth fell open and Sarah gasped. "What I mean is,
has the little slut been showing you her breasts, trying to get you
excited?" Chris stood mute, blushing furiously and totally at a loss for
what to do or say. "I'm probably embarrassing you, Chris.
Sorry. Let me ask you, my beautiful sex slave, have you been using your
body to arouse this young man?"
"Yes, Master," Sarah answered.
"I thought so. Well, let me think for a moment... how might you make
amends?"
Chris looked nervously from one to the another, then said, "I'm sure
the lady didn't mean anything..."
Joe turned to the puzzled boy and said, "Oh, but she did. Chris, do
you know what a slut is?"
Chris cleared his throat and said, "Well, no... not really."
"A slut is a woman who'll do anything for a hard cock. You see,
Sarah here is a slut. Just since this morning, she's taken my cock in
her mouth, twice actually.... and twice is her dripping wet cunt, and
once up her incredibly tight ass. Then you come along and she's tryin'
to get you all hot and bothered. Tryin' to get you to fuck her. That's
what a slut is all about."
"Joe, I..." began Sarah, then softer, "Master, I wasn't trying to...
um..."
"It's all right, mister," offered Chris, concerned now that the
muscular man would hurt her, or him.
"You don't believe me, that she's a slut?" said Joe, thoroughly
relishing the situation. "Let me show you," he continued, moving over to
Sarah. Standing just behind her, he reached down and took the hem of her
sundress in his hands. Sarah's hands move instinctively to stop him,
then dropped to her sides in resignation. "Most all women have hair
covering their cunts," he said as he slowly raised her dress until it
was well above her waist. "As you can see, Sarah's shaved down there.
Only sluts do this, 'cause they don't want anything between their cunts
and a hard cock." Chris stared at the first pussy he'd ever seen, his
tongue snaking out to wet his suddenly dry lips. His cock sprang up in
his shorts as he looked at the full, pouty lips of her sex, and noticed
the wetness of the pink flesh within.
"And only sluts are this wet," Joe said as he pushed two fingers
into her, then wiped the juices across the tops of her thighs. "That
means she was getting excited just by turning you on." Joe let the dress
fall back down, and Chris's eyes blinked and came back up to be even
with theirs. "Let me show you something else," said Joe as he pulled the
thin straps off her shoulders and let the front of the dress fall off
her breasts. Sarah held the dress to her stomach while Joe reached
around and held her breasts in his hands. "See how erect her nipples
are," he said, and they were fully erect, standing out proudly from her
tits, at least three-quarters of inch long. "That means she's excited,
like a bitch in heat. C'mere, Chris, and feel these nipples." Chris
hesitated, his eyes on the firm breasts, then on Sarah's eyes. Joe
understood the boy's reluctance, and saw the direction of his glance.
"Tell him, Sarah. Tell Chris that you want him to feel your nipples,
and your cunt, so he can see for himself what a slut you are." Sarah was
very excited at this point, still not sure where this would lead, but
willing to find out.
"Please, Chris, I'd really like it if you touched me." As Chris came
forward, Joe released his hold on her breasts and lowered his hands to
take the bunched up dress from hers. He held it at her waist while Chris
tentatively ran his hands over her breasts.
"Jesus," he whispered under his breath as his hands held her firm
tit flesh, feeling the weight of them. His thumbs pressed into her
nipples, then released them. He wanted more than anything to lean over
and suck on them but wasn't about to do anything without specific
instructions. He was more than a little leery of this strange guy, Joe.
"Check this out too, Chris," said Joe and he let the dress fall down
to her feet, exposing the rest of her body. Chris's hands left her
breasts and one dropped to between her legs. A little bolder now, he
cupped her pussy in his hand then slid a finger inside.
"She is wet," he said. A second finger joined the first, then a
third. Sarah closed her eyes and leaned back against Joe, inching her
feet apart to give the boy better access. Chris pushed his fingers deep
inside, then pulled them all the way out, staring at the sex juices
covering his hand.
"Put your fingers in her mouth and tell her to clean you off,"
suggested Joe. He brought his hand up and Sarah's lips parted.
"Clean my fingers," he said and slid them into her mouth. Sarah's
eyes opened slightly as she obeyed.
"I think you've earned the right to call her by her name, Chris. Any
of them will do just fine---slut, cunt, fuck-toy, bitch." Chris
swallowed, his mouth dry, as he moved his fingers back and forth in her
mouth. His free hand went to her breast and he rolled her nipple back
and forth between his fingers. "How would you like it if it was your
cock instead of your fingers in her mouth?" asked Joe.
"Maybe that should be her penitence for teasing you."
"Yes," said the boy, his eyes large.
"Or would you prefer to fuck her cunt?" Sweat began forming on his
face, and he nodded. "Both?" said Joe. Then, "and her ass? Would you
like to bend her over and fuck her ass?" Chris removed his fingers from
her mouth and brought the hand down her body, caressing her breasts, and
her flat belly before returning it to her wet sex. Sarah moaned as he
entered her once again. "Well, tell you what. I'll go get us something
to drink while you decide what you want to do first. Okay, Chris?"
"Yeah," was his reply. Sarah straightened up as Joe left, and put
her arms around the boy and kissed him. When Joe returned a minute or so
later, Chris's shorts were bunched around his ankles and Sarah was
kneeling in front of him, her mouth very busy on his cock. It didn't
take long before Chris groaned and shot his load into Sarah's mouth. As
his cock started erupting, Sarah worked her head forward so his cock
entered her throat and finished jetting its sticky cum directly down her
throat.
"Jesus Christ," muttered the teen as he finished. Joe handed Chris a
beer once he had collected himself.
"Good cocksucker, isn't she?"
"Yeah, that was great," said Chris as he pulled his shorts back into
place and stuffed his semi-erect cock inside. Fifteen minutes later, Joe
could tell that Chris was ready for more. They'd been chatting and
drinking their beers while Sarah swam lazily in the Pond. Chris's
attention was now more and more on Sarah and less on the conversation
with Joe.
"You think maybe I could, ah, do it with her?"
"Do it?" said Joe. "Oh, you want to fuck her?"
"Yeah."
"You ever fucked a girl before?"
"No."
"Sure, I'll let you fuck my sex slave. But you got to wear
protection, okay? Follow me, I'll get you a condom."
"Hey, slut, time to dry off," called Joe as he and Chris strolled
over to the camp and Joe dug out a condom. Sarah swam toward the shore
until she could stand, then strolled out of the pond. She looked
ravishing as more and more of her body was exposed to the men, the water
dripping off her pointed mounds, and off the lips of her cunt.
"Jesus," muttered Chris under his breath. His cock was already
rising at the sight of her wet, perfect body as she emerged from the
water and walked toward them. Chris found a towel and held it out to
her. She accepted it and began toweling off. When she was finished she
wrapped her hair up in the towel like a urban, and sat down in the beach
chair. "Chris here would like to fuck you, slut."
Sarah's eyes moved to Chris's and she said, "Well, I'll take that as
a real compliment." She then turned back to Joe and said, "Is that your
wish, Master? That Chris fucks your slave?"
"Yes." Sarah rose from the chair and pulled the towel off her hair.
She laid the towel on a grassy area then sat down. When she laid back
and drew her knees up and open, she wet pink pussy open to the men's
gaze, Chris immediately began stripping off his clothes.
"Wait just a minute," said Joe. He handed Chris the foil pack, and
searched through a carryall while the boy fumbled with his first condom.
On the second try he got it right and rolled the latex sheath over his
seven-inch length. Joe found what he was looking for and moved over to
Sarah. He tied her hands together then pulled them over her head. He
hammered a stake into the ground and tied the cord to the stake. Before
getting up and letting Chris enjoy his prize, Joe knelt next to Sarah to
whispered into her ear. After fifteen seconds she nodded, smiled, and
Joe retreated.
"You brute!" cried Sarah as Chris knelt between her legs. "Let me
go! Let me go!" she said as she tried half-heartedly to close her legs
and deny him, twisting back and forth. Part of Chris's mind wondered if
this was a game or not, but the rest of him didn't care. He pushed
himself forward and the weight of his body on hers kept her from denying
his cock access to her cunt. It took him a few tries before he found the
right angle and worked his cock into her hot, wet hole.
"No, no!" said Sarah as she thrashed back and forth. "You can't put
your thing inside me." He drove his cock to the hilt, his attention
split between the wonderful feeling of his first cunt, pulsating around
him cock, and the lovely firm breasts just below his face. His mouth
closed on one breast, sucking greedily on the tit flesh, while his cock
tentatively began to move in and out.
His mouth moved to her other breast and he sucked half of her breast
into his mouth.
"Oh, no, you're fucking me now!" cried Sarah, twisting back and
forth. Chris pulled his mouth off her breast, replacing it with his hand,
while he concentrated on the thrusts of his cock into her pussy. He soon
the right tempo and was able to fuck her faster and with longer strokes.
His mouth covered hers and his tongue explored her mouth while he hammered
into her. He came shortly thereafter, moaning into her mouth as his cock
erupted deep in her pussy.
Sarah hadn't cum. The boy had brought her close but hadn't lasted long
enough to bring her over the edge. She was disappointed when Joe didn't
take his place. Instead, the two men left her bound to the stake while
they fished. She closed her eyes and rested, hearing an occasional holler
in the distance as one or the other landed a trout.
Sarah awoke to find the two men standing over her. Joe and Chris
were naked and there cocks were rigid poles sticking out from their
bodies. A glance at their faces told Sarah that the time for fishing was
over. Joe dropped to his knees and pulled her legs apart. Wasting little
time and no words he mounted her, stretching her pussy as he drove his
thick cock all the way inside her still-wet sex. He then surprised her
by rolling the two of them over so that Sarah was on top. He held his
arms around her back and looked up into her face. When Sarah felt
Chris's hand on her ass, spreading her cheeks, and it dawned on her that
both men would fuck her at the same time, her eyes widened.
''I don't know... '' she began but Joe silenced her by forcing her
mouth onto his, his tongue raping her mouth. Sarah could feel Chris's
finger enter her ass as he lubricated her tight hole thoroughly. With
Joe's cock already stretching her cunt, just the width of the boy's
finger felt large in her ass. A little panic hit her, and she began
struggling in Joe's arms, trying to break free of his kiss. The finger
left her ass, only to be replaced a second later by a larger object. She
groaned into Joe's mouth as Chris forced his cock past her sphincter and
slowly into her ass. Joe could feel the boys progress through the
membrane that separated her two holes and allowed her to break the kiss.
''It's too much!'' Sarah cried. ''I can't take it!''
''Of course you can,'' said Joe, his voice calm. ''Push back on his
cock, just like you did when I entered you there.''
''No, no... I can't, I can't.''
''Stop, Chris,'' said Joe, and the boy obeyed, his cock sticking
lewdly out of the girl's ass, perhaps two inches of his rod inside the
narrow hole. Joe kissed her gently, and whispered, directly into her
ear, ''You can do this Sarah. If you calm down, and help him along, you
will be more than fine. You will love getting fucked by two cocks at
once. Imagine it, Sarah, how full and nasty it will feel after you get
used to it.''
Sarah's cries faded away as Joe continued, his voice low and quiet,
''If you continue to whine and resist, it will hurt. But either way, the
two of us are gonna fuck your ass and your cunt. Got it, slut? Or maybe
you'd like to be whipped first. We could pull out and find something to
use to whip your ass and breasts with. To warm you up. Then maybe I'll
have Chris take your whore cunt while I ram my cock in your slut ass.
Should I tell him to pull out?''
''No,'' she said, her voice barely audible.
''No, what?'' he prompted, his voice sharper.
''No, master, I don't want him to pull out.''
''Then tell him. Ask him to fuck your ass, and this time work with
him.''
Sarah took at deep breath and turned her head to one side. ''It's
okay now, Chris. Please continue. Please fuck my ass.'' Chris pushed
forward again and found her pushing back. This time his cock penetrated
at least another two inches. He pushed again and bottomed out in her
ass, his balls slapping against the base of Joe's cock. Joe moved his
hands to Sarah's head and held her face gently, looking directly into
her. He felt with his cock, and could see in her face, that Chris was
pulling his cock out and then was pushing forward. He could see that the
stretching of her two fuck-holes caused Sarah a good deal of discomfort.
Although her eyes filled with tears, she groaned and pushed back against
the invading cock, easing the passage.
After a half-dozen strokes, the pain was replaced by the
overwhelming sense of fullness that Sarah had come to love from this
act. She actually managed a smile and enthusiastically returned Joe's
deep kiss. As Chris pushed into her ass, Sarah mewed softly, her sweet
breath coming directly into Joe's face. Joe had kept his cock stationary
in her pussy, and now felt the tight walls of her sex begin to throb
around his cock. With Sarah's weight on him, and some of Chris's weight
on Sarah, he was not able to do much on his own. He whispered
instructions into Sarah's ear. The next time Chris withdrew, and had
only the head of his cock in her ass, Sarah called out for him to stop.
''Hold it there, Chris, stationary.'' Sarah took at deep breath and
pushed back, impaling herself on Chris's cock and sliding most of the
way down the length of Joe's, her clit crushed under his thick rod.
''Ahhhhhhh,'' she cried and then paused before she moved forward again,
fucking her pussy now onto Joe's cock. This continued to work very well,
and Sarah could feel the heat rising in her body. On the fifth forward
move, she was a little too quick and Chris's cock popped out of her ass.
''Wait... wait just a minute Chris,'' she said. She proceeded to
ride Joe, very quickly, her pussy slamming onto his cock, her sensitive
nipples rubbing across his chest. After a minute or so, she slowed and
stopped with her ass out toward Chris, with just two inches of Joe's
cock in her dripping and throbbing cunt.
''Put it in, Chris,'' she said, breathing hard now. The teen
immediately complied, anxious to get his cock back in her amazingly
tight ass. Having cum twice already, he was enjoying the control he now
had. When he was fucking her cunt earlier, and she was struggling
beneath him, he had found himself trying to picture the pinched-up face
of his aging math teacher, Mrs. Wheaton, to keep from cumming too soon.
This time, however, he felt like he could concentrate on the act itself
and still control when he let the pleasure build to an orgasm.
''Fuck me now, Chris. Fuck my nasty ass!'' said Sarah when he was
firmly lodged in her ass. Chris pulled out, then pushed back in,
enjoying the sight of his cock stretching her tight ass and disappearing
within. ''Faster,'' cried Sarah.
With Joe's massive cock only barely in her cunt, both Chris and Sarah
noticed how much easier it was to manage his cock in her ass. Chris
picked up the pace, and was soon driving his cock very quickly in and
out, slapping his hips against her firm white cheeks with every thrust.
With each stroke, Sarah could feel her clit forced back and forth across
the stationary cock in her cunt. When she came, she screamed loudly
before Joe closed his mouth over hers. Chris could feel her orgasm as
her the walls of her ass spasmed and pulsated around his shunting cock.
It was too much for the boy, and his cock exploded, sending his third
load of jism deep in her bowels.
''Don't pull out,'' said Joe to Chris a few moments later. ''Hold
Sarah against you and roll the two of you on your back.'' With Joe's
help they managed to do it. Chris was now lying on the grass, his spent
but still hard cock fully buried in her ass. Sarah was lying face-up on
top of Chris, her breasts still rising and falling from the power of her
orgasm. Joe scrambled up and positioned himself over the two of them,
keeping his weight on his knees and outstretched, locked arms. He worked
his cock into her pussy and began fucking slowly in and out. Chris's
hands reached around and played with Sarah's breasts and nipples as Joe
fucked her. Gradually Joe picked up the pace, fucking his thick cock in
her very wet cunt, made tighter by the presence of Chris's semi-hard
cock in her ass.
For Sarah, this was heaven. The intensely pleasurable sensations
coming from her tits, ass and cunt were rapidly bringing her to the
edge. When Joe groaned and she felt his cock blasting in her cunt,
showering her cervix with hot cum, she had her final powerful orgasm of
the afternoon.
Chapter Eight - The Bitch in Heat
Back in the house, Sarah fixed dinner while Joe showered. She had
dressed after her own shower in the outfit that Joe had laid out for
her. It was the same sexy clothes she had been wearing when she woke up
three days ago. Black stockings and garters. No panties to hide her bare
cunt. The tight leather corset stopped just under her nipples and pushed
her breasts together and upwards, making them look very large on her
slender frame. She had leather straps around her wrists and ankles, and
a leather choker around her narrow neck.
She could feel her pussy tingle and wet itself as she sliced
mushrooms and cukes for the salad. Every time she dropped her eyes, the
sharp cleavage, white mounds and erect nipples of her breasts dominated
her view. The restraints around her limbs and neck served as a constant
reminder of her status as Joe's sex slave. Being dressed and naked at
the same time felt very exciting, knowing that Joe would have an
unfettered view of, and access to, all of her womanly charms. Joe had a
beer while he sat and watched her prepare their meal. He could plainly
see that she was aroused, her nipples standing out like beacons, her
pussy quite moist.
During dinner, Joe and Sarah chatted about school and people that
both knew, and about their plans after college. Every once in a while
Joe would remind her of her nakedness by running a utensil over her
breast or nipple. Sarah would sigh inwardly, and feel her pussy add to
the pool of juices on her chair.
But Joe always went back to some conversation point that had nothing to
do with sex. Joe left the kitchen while Sarah cleaned up the dishes.
When she was finished, she looked over to see Joe standing in the
doorway, a gleam in his eyes.
''Come here, bitch,'' he growled then stepped into the living room.
She followed, and found him standing in the living room next to one of
the carryalls he had used for their trip to the pond. ''You're in heat,
aren't you, slut?''
''Yes, Master,'' she replied, her heart beating faster. He had in
his hand a dog leash. It was four or five feet long, a one-inch wide
strip of leather with a handled on one end and a metal clip on the
other.
He faced Sarah and held up the leash barked, "Over here, bitch. This
is what a bitch in heat wears!" It took just a moment Joe to attached
the leash correctly to the D-ring on the back of the leather choker
around her neck. "Come," he barked, turning and moving toward the door,
intentionally moving faster than she could respond on high heels.
"Oh," he said when she took a fraction of a second too long to turn
and follow, "the little bitch doesn't obey! Turn around, bitch, and lean
over. Hands on your knees! Now!" Sarah sucked in her breath and obeyed,
her eyes flashing concern. She knew this was a game, certainly, but
wasn't confident that she knew how far it was going to go. Bent over,
her firm round ass looked fantastic to Joe, framed perfectly by the
black garters. He placed one hand on her neck and said, quietly but
firmly, "this is what you'll get when you don't obey, bitch."
He slapped her ass with the end of the leash. After four blows he
stopped. "Is the little bitch gonna behave?"
"Y...Yes," she responded. He released his hold of her neck and
pulled on the leash, an unspoken command to rise. Another tug of the
leash and she was following Joe to the door. He could tell from her
intake of breath that she was quite nervous about going outside, mostly
naked and leashed like a dog. It was almost eleven o'clock, but an
almost full moon provided plenty of illumination.
He stopped every now and then, then continued, enjoying the fact that
Sarah's total attention was on him, anticipating his moves so that she
could start walking again without holding him up. The only time she
faltered was caused by her heals catching on a root or something and she
stumbled slightly.
"Clumsy bitch!" he snarled, and tugged sharply on the leash. His
voice sounded quite loud in the dark and quiet woods.
"I couldn't help it..." she whispered, her eyes darting around,
worried that someone might hear them and investigate. They had arrived
at a small clearing in the woods.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch! I see now I'll have to whip you so you
behave. Get on your hands and knees, little bitch, and crawl over
there," he said, pointing to a fallen tree by the side of the clearing.
He dropped the carryall and followed as Sarah moved to obey, dropping to
her knees and crawling toward the log. He positioned her lying over the
log with her ass up in the air. After a couple minutes work, he had
cords attached to the D-rings on the restraints around her ankles and
wrists. He then tied the cords to stakes. "I hope nobody hears all this
noise I'm making," Joe said as he hammered the stakes into the soft
ground. "Then I'd have to share my bitch with another cock. I'm sure you
wouldn't mind, seeing as you're a fucking bitch in heat... getting
fucked by anyone who happens to come by... huh?"
Finished now, he dropped behind her and lowered his face between her
splayed legs and began tonguing her pussy. He stopped only after she had
come very close to a climax. He pulled a tube of K-Y jelly from the bag
and smeared some on his thumb. Using his other hand he spread her ass
cheeks and pushed two fingers back into her steaming cunt. His thumb was
perfectly positioned at her rosette and he slowly pushed the greasy
digit into her ass. Sarah groaned as he buried his thumb completely in
her very tight ass, and again as he forced his last two fingers into her
cunt.
"What a slut you are, little bitch," he said as he held his bowling
ball grip of her ass and cunt. "You'd fuck anything that moved, wouldn't
you."
"Yes," she groaned. "Fuck me now! Please fuck me now!"
"What a slut!" he said as he pulled his thumb and fingers from her
holes. Sarah groaned in frustration. "I think you need to be punished,
bitch, for being so clumsy back there." A quick search just off the path
turned up a green sapling. He cut it free and stepped over the log and
knelt next to her head. "I'm gonna whip you with this, bitch. Try not
to make too much noise, 'cause I really don't want some other man coming
by and raping your cunt or your tight little ass. I want that honor
myself."
Joe didn't hit her very hard, just enough to warm her up. Between
strokes, he slid the sapling up her thighs, over her cunt and ass, up
her curved back. Sarah was soon shaking with desire, her breath coming
in short gasps. After twenty strokes her ass was pink, and quite warm to
the touch.
Joe dropped the sapling and slowly and silently began to undress,
letting the tension build. The only sounds were crickets and Sarah's
labored breathing. Now naked, he placed a dollop of K-Y jelly on the
head of his cock and slowly worked it around the head and shaft,
enjoying the view of the luscious ass in front of him. When he dropped
to his knees behind her, and grabbed her sore ass, Sarah moaned. He
placed the greasy head of his cock against her ass and pushed slowly
forward. His cock, and her ass, were so thoroughly lubricated that he
was able to drive his thick cock to the root in one long, steady thrust.
"Oh, yes, fuck my ass!" cried Sarah. He dragged his fingernails over
her pink warm ass. Sarah moaned, and he slid his hands up her shapely
back until he reached her head. Gathering a handful of her black hair in
his hand, he tugged gently until she turned and looked back at him.
Sarah's dark eyes shown in the moonlight, and reflected the girl's
desire and lust. Keeping her eyes locked with his, he slowly withdrew
his cock, letting her natural anal action expel the large intruder.
"Yessssss..." she intoned as he withdrew and paused with only the
bulbous head inside her. "Ohhhh, Gaaaaawd!" she cried as he rocked
forward, slowly pushing his cock back into her depths. After repeating
this three or four more times the passage was noticeably easier. Still
remarkably tight, but now her ass seemed more relaxed and the
lubrication was making it much easier to fuck her.
He released his grip on her hair and her head dropped back down. He
positioned his hands on her hips and began picking up the pace, sliding
his cock fully into her ass until his hips slapped against her ass. The
mewing noises coming from Sarah indicated that she was approaching
orgasm, with no contact on her clit at all!
"What would your father think if he saw this?" Sarah just moaned in
reply, her breath coming much faster now. "Hmmm... would he like to see
his precious daughter acting like a complete slut, letting a man whip
her then fuck her in the ass?"
"No," she cried.
"He wouldn't like it?"
"Noooo," she repeated, her orgasm rapidly approaching.
"I think he'd want a little of the action himself."
"Oh, Jesus!" Sarah cried.
Joe picked up the pace even faster and said, "He'd want to ram his
cock... into your tight little ass. He's always wanted to... butt-fuck
his lovely daughter. And I know... that you'd like that, wouldn't you...
to have daddy rape and sodomize you..."
"Ahhhhh," Sarah cried as her body shook with a tremendous orgasm. He
continued to piston his cock into her ass, enjoying immensely the
pulsing, gripping feeling of her ass on his cock as she orgasmed. Joe
slowed his thrusts and then stopped as Sarah's cries died away, and her
head dropped to the ground in exhaustion. He withdrew his cock and the
'plop' as the head exited her tight anal ring was quite audible. He then
pulled the stakes out of the ground and helped the girl to her feet.
Just off the path was a mossy area that sloped down slightly. He
retrieved a towel from the carryall and laid it down over the soft
spongy moss.
Silently, he led Sarah over and had her sit on the towel, then lay
back with her arms in a V shape above her head. He hammered the stakes
that were fastened to her wrists into the ground. With the sloping
ground, Sarah's head was beneath her hips, and when he lifted and pushed
her legs up and back toward her head, she was bent in two but as
comfortable as possible in this awkward position. He hammered the stakes
at her ankles into the ground, just to each side of her head. Finally,
he arranged her disheveled black hair into a halo around her head and
kissed her gently on the forehead. Joe stood up and admired the sight of
the bound girl, her pussy and ass easily accessible in this position. He
dropped to his knees and entered her ass once again, easily sliding his
cock to the hilt. In this position, he was facing her, and had easy
access to her dripping cunt and heaving breasts. He kept his cock
stationary while he took one of her erect nipples between his teeth and
pulled on it. Sarah moaned as he abused her nipple until she cried out.
Moving to the other nipple he repeated the rough treatment until her
cries signaled him to stop. Her thick, engorged nipples stood out and
shone beautifully in the moonlight.
Joe began fucking the helpless girl, slowly at first. Her ass was
now taking him easily, although the tightness still gave him great
pleasure. He began picking up the pace as he leaned over and kissed her
briefly before lifting his head and looking down into her lovely,
passion-filled face. He began fucking his cock steadily into her ass as
he talked.
''What I'm trying to picture is Sarah Greenberg a month from now, at
some big summer party at a mansion on Long Island.... the usual thousand
dollar dress and ten thousand dollars worth of jewelry adorning your
body... I'm seeing you move from group to group, chatting with the rich
friends of your Daddy... I'm wondering if they will notice the change,
that this Sarah Greenberg is different.
The men might notice, how your hands touch your body more frequently
now, to smooth your dress over your hips and thighs... how the outline
of your nipples is visible under your dress... how you shake their hands
differently than before, holding on longer, your beautiful eyes showing
something new, something exciting, that wasn't there before.''
''Yes... they'd see the change and know that this new, sexier Sarah
got this way from experience. Their rich-boy cocks would twitch at the
thought that someone had gotten in the pants of the great Sarah
Greenberg. But they wouldn't know that a cheap slut you really are,
would they Slave?''
''No, Master, they wouldn't know,'' said Sarah, quietly, her quick
breathing indicating her growing passion.
''I'm imaging that one of these men, a tall dark Jew, maybe in his
late thirties, would become captivated by this new Sarah Greenberg. He'd
leave his wife chatting with others at the party and he'd circle around,
participating only superficially in conversations with other guests, his
eyes always returning to the beautiful, powerfully sexy Sarah. He'd
notice when you excused yourself to go into the house. He'd follow a
minute or so later, though another door. He wouldn't really know what he
was going to do if he found you, but he'd know he had to look. He
wouldn't ask one of the staff for directions, because he's already
feeling a little guilty about following you, wanting you. Maybe he'd
pick up the smell of your perfume, then follow the trail to the bathroom
off the library.
Surprised to find the door ajar, he'd peek in, his heart in his throat,
and see you inside. He'd stare at your reflection in the mirror as you
leaned forward, over the counter, and concentrated on applying fresh
lipstick. Then his eyes would drop to your legs and ass, and with the
dress hiked up he'd notice the garters holding up the black stockings.
His cock would stiffen and his mouth would become dry as he stared at
your ass and imagined you naked.''
''Yesss,'' whispered Sarah, her eyes closed as she lived the
fantasy.
''He'd be surprised, then, when your one of your hands dropped to
the hem of your dress. More when he raised his eyes and found you
looking at him through the mirror, your perfectly done lips parted
slightly. His eyes would move back down as you slowly raised the dress
up over your thighs. His cock would harden now as more and more flesh
was exposed. His breathing would stop when the dress cleared the bottom
of your ass cheeks, and he could see that you were not wearing
panties.''
''Oh, yes,'' intoned Sarah as she imagined the scene and felt Joe's
cock driving effortlessly in and out of her ass.
''The invitation would be clear to him now, breaking though the fog.
He'd glance around to insure that nobody was watching, then he'd enter
the bathroom and lock the door behind him. He'd stand behind you and
stare at your ass, now completely exposed, the dress was bunched at your
waist, trapped there against the counter. He'd see the hairless lips of
your cunt peeking out from beneath your ass, and this would spur him to
action. As you hear the sound of his zipper being pulled, you'd adjust
your stance wider and lean a bit further over the counter and watch
through the mirror as he frees his cock.. He would enter you quickly,
forcefully, some part of his brain thinking that you'd change your mind
or that he was dreaming all of this. He'd drive his cock in and out
quickly, watching you from over your shoulder, captivated by the sight
of your eyes and lips and the nipples pointing out under your dress. His
hands would come forward and grab your breasts through the fabric,
holding firmly while he ruts into your wet cunt.''
''He would watch you in the mirror as he his hips slapped hard
against your ass, wanting desperately to force a reaction in that calm,
lovely face staring back at him. Now, you see, he wanted more than to
fuck you and empty his balls into your cunt. He wanted to see the great
Sarah Greenberg's lovely facade crumble and be replaced by the same
passion he felt. When he squeezed hard on your breasts and forced a gasp
and then a cry from you, his need was only increased.
This well-mannered gentleman had never before felt desire like this, and
the taking of Sarah Greenberg had heated the desire to a boiling point.
His brain entertained thoughts that were completely foreign to him, and
his burning need to see you broken caused him to act on them.''
''His hands would leave your breasts and grab your ass, the thumbs
digging into your white flesh to separate the checks. He would pull his
cock out of your cunt and growl as he pushed it into your ass. Knowing
what he wants to see, you cry out and beg him not to take you there.
This of course causes him to fuck you harder, faster. You beg him not to
rape your ass, over and over again. And when you feel him cock blasting
cum deep in your butt, you cum as well.''
At precisely this point in the narrative, fantasy becomes reality
and Joe erupts in Sarah's ass and she cries out as her climax races
through her body.
Chapter Nine - Epilogue
Afterwards, Sarah Greenberg would have a difficult time recalling
any specific event over the last day and a half of her captivity. For
most of that period, all three men were in the house with Sarah, and
their sexual needs were undiminished from their earlier, private
enjoyment of her.
Joe did go fishing a couple of times. Mike had to return to campus
for several hours to do some last minute research at the library. And
Marty did all of the shopping. But for most of the thirty-six hours
until it was time to clean up and clear out, Sarah was almost constantly
servicing one or more of the men.
She'd finish with Mike in her cunt, his copious discharge leaking
slowly out of her pussy, and fall asleep on the worn out mattress. Woken
some time later and rolled on her stomach, a greased cock would enter
her ass and fuck back and forth until it erupted in her bowels. Her
mouth tended to be used only when one or both of her other holes was
already filled with cock, or, when one of the men wanted to get hard as
quickly as possible. She showered constantly, cleaning the cum off her
body and from her ass and cunt. There was one event she will always
remember. During one such shower, late Saturday night while the men were
drinking beer and playing cards, she was interrupted as all three filed
into the small bathroom.
Joe reached in to cut the shower and said, "Lie face up on the
bottom of the tub, slut." When she obeyed, all three men pulled their
cocks out. Joe counted to five and three streams of piss arced down on
the girl, splashing over her body, concentrated on her breasts and cunt.
Sarah held her breath and closed her eyes as they continued to shower
her with urine. The singular smell filled her nostrils but she was able
to avoid gagging. After showering yet again, she left the bathroom and
found all three men waiting for her in the living room, naked as she
was, their cocks standing at attention. Her pussy began to wet itself as
she looked from one man to another, seeing the lust in their faces. Joe
dropped to the floor and ordered her to mount his cock. Within a few
minutes she had Marty's cock buried in her ass, Joe's in her cunt and
Mike's pushing into her throat.
Thinking back, she couldn't remember any specifics except that she
came several times before, one by one, the cocks emptied their loads in
her body and she was allowed to sleep. Her dreams that night were
dominated by cocks and cum, and she wouldn't have been surprised to
learn that she'd been taken twice more while she slept.
- o -
Marty was tense at first, unsure about how to behave in the company
of very rich people. He relaxed when he discovered that Sarah
Greenberg's parents and little sister seemed genuinely happy to meet
him. When her father took him on a tour of the 20-room mansion, leaving
Sarah with her mother, he commented to Marty that Sarah had changed for
the better since meeting Marty.
"Whatever you've done, keep it up," he said and the banker didn't
notice Marty's sly smile.
- o -
Several days earlier, on the last day before the summer break was to
officially begin, Sarah had dropped by Marty's suite to invite him to
her home for the weekend.
"Oh," said Marty, surprised at the offer. He'd not seen Sarah since
dropping her off at her dorm the previous Sunday afternoon. Sitting in
the silent car outside her dorm building after returning from the dingy
house, he could tell from her vacant expression that she was physically
and mentally exhausted. His heart went to his throat as he silently
watched her profile and thought about how well she had endured her five
days of captivity and sex. From the first moment he had seen her, many
months before, he had been infatuated by Sarah's great beauty, electric
smile and terrific body. Now his regard for the lovely girl was deeper,
having seen her face a situation without any of her natural defenses;
the wealth and influence of her family's social standing, the power of
her great beauty, all gone. She'd accepted, endured, and grown.
After collecting her luggage from the trunk, one bag containing the
texts and notebooks they had borrowed for the ruse of her supposed stay
in the motel, the other containing her clothes and personal items, Marty
led the quiet girl to her room. Sarah's back had been to him when he set
down the bags in her room, said quietly that he loved her, and left. He
had not been sure of what to expect as the final week of school rolled
by. He had only to put the finishing touches on one final paper and to
give a couple of final exams to the undergraduates. When he allowed
himself to think about what he had done - what they had done - he half-
expected to be visited and hauled away by the local cops. But she had
come to his rooms, on Thursday, her manner friendly and open, and
suggested they drive down to Long Island together for a weekend.
"Sure, I'd like that," Marty said. "So this is where I get a chance
to meet the great Mr. Greenberg."
"No," said Sarah, smiling. "This is where my family gets a chance to
meet the great Marty Arnold."
Friday morning, Marty had helped Sarah pack up her things and load
up her BMW for the trip home. When they were done, and both the trunk
and back seat were piled with her stuff, she tossed him the keys and
suggested he drive. As they pulled away from the campus and headed
toward the highway, Marty wondered what they would talk about on the
three-hour drive to Long Island. He certainly wasn't going to bring up
her abduction and rape, and was glad when she began by chatting about
how she had done on her finals and then, sort descriptions of the
members of her family that he'd meet. But once they were on the highway,
heading south toward The City, she'd become silent for a long moment,
and he realized she was as nervous as he about this unlikely
relationship.
"That was pretty shitty," she said at last. "What you and the others
did to me." Marty let out a long breath and glanced over at her, then
back at the road.
"Yes, it was, Sarah," he acknowledged. "I don't want this to come
across as an excuse, because none would justify what we did, but I'm
crazy in love with you. More so now." They rode in silence for several
miles, and Marty was surprised by her next words.
"Would you push your seat all the way back, Marty?" Doing as she
asked he released the catch and pushed his seat five or six inches
further toward the back. Looking over at Sarah, he noticed a sly smile
on her face and that she was turned somewhat in her seat, facing him.
Looking back at the road, he felt her hand on his thigh, creeping toward
his cock. Her fingers stroked his growing bulge through his pants for a
few moments before reaching up to unbuckle his belt. Marty slid the BMW
behind a large semi in the far right lane, then heard and felt his
zipper being pulled slowly down. Awkwardly, he lifted his rear off the
seat long enough for Sarah to pull his pants and jockeys half way down
his thighs. After her head lowered into his lap he felt her lips kissing
his rapidly growing cock.
"Do you know what my favorite... thing was of that whole time you
all had me?" she asked, and he could feel her hot breath on his cock.
Lowering one hand to comb through her silky black hair, he said,
"I'd like to know." She kissed his cock several times before continuing,
and his cock jerked with each light touch of her lips.
"That first night, when you made love to me under the stars." Marty
glanced in his rear view mirrors and adjusted his speed so he remained a
half-dozen car lengths behind the semi. He sighed as her tongue traced
the length of his cock and bathed the head, then groaned as she tickled
the underside with flickering movements. "When you licked my pussy until
I was on fire... and then fucked me," he heard her say before her mouth
closed around the head of his cock and sucked gently.
"Oh, baby," he said. "You were so beautiful in the moonlight, and
when you came on my cock, it was... Oh, yes, Sarah, suck my cock!" Marty
forced himself to keep some of his attention on the road, keeping his
distance behind the big rig, trying as well to keep his expression
neutral lest someone in a passing car wonder what's going on in the BMW
in the slow lane. But it was tough, with Sarah's head bobbing up and
down on his cock, to ignore the delicious feeling.
He was beginning to feel the tingling in his balls that told him his
release was coming when Sarah pulled her mouth of his cock.
"Tell me what it was like for you," said Sarah, "that first night
when you fucked me, my pussy and then my ass. Talk to me while I suck
your cock and drink your cum." Sarah went back to sucking Marty's cock
while he divided his attention between driving, recalling and relating
his feelings of that night and, finally, enjoying the here-and-now
sensations of her fellatio. He was half-way through describing the
exquisite feelings of fucking her incredibly tight ass when he groaned
and began blasting his cum into her eager mouth.
"Oh, God!" he cried as he felt her dive down on his erupting cock,
taking him into her throat. When Marty finished cumming he realized that
he must have closed his eyes for just an moment because in the lane to
his left was a mini-van that wasn't there a minute earlier. As it slowly
passed he could plainly see the face of a pre-teen girl watching him,
her eyes wide. Marty gave the girl a big grin when he realized that she
must have been able to see quite plainly that a girl's head was buried
in his lap.
- o -
They dined on a patio overlooking the lush grounds of the estate.
Marty had never eaten anything quite like the food served: Lobster
bisque, an exotic green salad with slices of fresh pears and lots of
romano, rack of lamb that was pink and tender, roasted potatoes, and a
creme brulee for desert. The wines and after-dinner drinks were superb.
He found it increasingly easy to take part in the conversation, and
found himself secretly studying Sarah's younger sister. She looked like
a younger, shorter, plumper version of Sarah. It was hard to tell much
about her body because she was wearing an oversized sweat shirt. He
guessed that Andrea was perhaps fifteen pounds overweight.
After dinner, Sarah, Marty and Andrea took a swim in the huge kidney
shaped pool. Seeing the sixteen-year old Andrea Greenberg in a swimsuit
caused Marty to change his estimate. If she was overweight, it was all
in her large breasts and full bottom. She was a fuller, more voluptuous
version of Sarah.
At one point, Sarah swam up behind Marty and whispered in his ear,
"Not bad, huh?" Marty had been watching Andrea drive into the pool, and
Sarah noticed.
"Um, what?" he tried. Sarah laughed softly into his ear and brought
her hand down to feel the stiff rod in his suit.
"I'm not jealous of you appreciating Andrea. I think she's lovely
too."
"Yes," said Marty, "she is that." Sarah gave one last squeeze to his
cock and swam off. Marty was given a room on the third floor. He decided
out of respect for his hosts that he wouldn't attempt to sneak down to
Sarah's second-floor room. Sarah was under no such obligation, and
quietly entered his room shortly after midnight to find Marty sound
asleep. He awoke several minutes later to find her mouth wrapped around
his now erect cock. Sarah then straddled Marty, still wearing her
nightgown, and mounted him. They fucked slowly and silently until both
came at the same time, their cries muffled as they kissed deeply. Five
minutes after Sarah left to return to her room, Marty was fast asleep.
- o -
The next morning, Saturday, Marty found only Andrea and Sarah at the
breakfast table when he came down. He kissed Sarah briefly before
helping himself to a cup of coffee and sitting down with the sisters.
Sarah explained that her parents were at the golf club, and wouldn't be
back until late afternoon.
While they ate breakfast of scrambled eggs, freshly-baked biscuits
and ham, Marty noticed Andrea looking at him strangely. Every time he
looked over, she'd blush slightly and avert her gaze. She finally excused
herself and left.
Sarah left shortly after his sister, telling Marty to relax for a few
minutes. He poured himself a second cup of coffee. The view from the
terrace was across a manicured lawn to a secluded cove and then the
Atlantic Ocean, and it was spectacular. Sarah returned after about ten
minutes.
"Why don't we take a walk down to the water," she suggested. Marty
agreed, and noticed something unusual but not identifiable in her eyes
and smile. As they strolled hand-in-hand across the lawn, Marty asked
her if she noticed Andrea's strange behavior at the breakfast table.
"Yes, I did. You see, Marty, Andrea and I are very close."
"Uh huh," said Marty, waiting for more.
"We tell each other everything."
"Everything?" said Marty, incredulous.
"Yep." They continued to walk and Marty waited for Sarah to say
more. Finally, Marty stopped walking and turned to Sarah, "You told
her..."
"That you and two other men kidnapped me and forced me to have sex
with the three of you."
"Oh my God!" said Marty, alarmed. Sarah started walking again,
pulling Marty along. After a few minutes, Sarah spoke again, and her
words did nothing to calm Marty's anxiety.
"I told her that you made me suck your cock, and that you came in my
mouth. And that you took my virginity. And fucked me in the ass."
"Holy shit, Sarah. What's she gonna think?" Sarah just smiled and
continued walking. Marty walked along side of her like a zombie, not
really sure what to think, and what this would mean. They arrived at a
clearing that opened onto the dark green waters of the cove, small waves
breaking against the sandy shore. A large dock and an even larger boat
house was off to the left. Sarah led him to the boat house and inside.
Marty's jaw dropped when he saw what was inside. A mattress lay in
the center of the long room, and lying spread-eagle on the mattress, her
wrists and ankles tied with cords that were fastened securely to hooks
in the floor, was the naked body of Andrea Greenberg. Her face colored
as Marty stared at her full, ripe young body. Even with the girl lying
down, her breasts were magnificent, large and round and topped with
thick nipples. Between her legs was a dark bush that couldn't quite hide
the lips of her sex and the pink flesh within.
"After she heard what happened to me, Marty, she asked me to see if
you'd do the same to her."
"What?" said Marty, dully.
"You don't have to, of course. But I told her how wonderful sex can
be if you discard old-fashioned notions and just let your mind and body
experience the pleasures. I'd consider it a personal favor if you raped
and sodomized my virgin little sister." Marty's cock sprang to attention
in his shorts.
"I'm going out shopping for the next three or four hours, but I
would love to watch a tape of the proceedings." She pointed to a video
cam that was mounted on a tripod. "It's all set up. Extra tapes are in
the cabinet. Just hit the record switch. See you later." Sarah kissed
Marty wetly before sauntering out the door.
THE END