____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The Bookshelf Directories offer a very wide variety of stories. o o They have been submitted by people from all over the world. Also o o from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no particular order o o other than offering them to you in alphabetical directories. o o o o All works are copyrighted to the author and may not be used for o o profit without obtaining the author's permission in advance. o o o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult entertainment o o and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Coerced, by Kathy B (Parts 1-4) by Kathy Bxx (kathybxx@aol.com) Coerced (M/ff, nc, bd) by Kathy B. Part 1 It was a Friday night and I had agreed to watch the teenage daughters of a friend of mine. Sheila and her husband were going away and she wanted me to stay with Tracy and Lisa. They were both home from college, way too old for a sitter, but Sheila was worried about leaving them for very long. Like a good friend, I agreed to leave my family and spend the weekend with them. I fully expected to spend the weekend watching television and reading, bored out of my mind. We had just finished cleaning up after a nice supper and were watching television when, out of the blue, Tracy asked if I wanted a cup of tea. I said sure and offered to fix some for all three of us. Both of them quickly stood up and shouted that I should stay put and they would be happy to make it. I thought they were acting funny but soon became engrossed in the movie and forgot the whole thing. When the tea came, I tasted it. "Mmm...! This tastes great! What kind is it?" I asked, as I took a bigger sip. The girls giggled. "Oh, some eastern blend Mom had," replied Tracy. Within five minutes I had that cup gone and asked for another. The girls quickly made it and I drank it too. I was starting to feel strange, like time was slowing down, but just assumed I was tired. The next hour or so was somewhat hazy. I noticed both girls on the phone a lot, but really did not think it was a problem. Then they both came in and sat down beside me. "Ok, Mrs. Hopkins. It's time to get ready for the party," said Lisa. "What party?" "You remember. The party we are throwing tonight. Mom hired you to help," said Tracy. "She did? I thought I was baby-sitting." Lisa giggled. "Do we look like babies? She hired you to work for us." "I guess I must have gotten the wrong idea, but it's probably my fault," I said. "What do I need to do?" "Well, first you need to get into your clothes," said Tracy. "What's wrong with what I have on?" I asked dully. "If you are going to work for us, you have to wear the uniform Mom got you. She insisted and you agreed when she told you about it. You know how she likes people to think we're rich." "All right," I said. "If I said I will, then I will." I did not remember promising Sheila, but I must have. Knowing Sheila, it was very possible she wanted me to wear a uniform. Tracy led me into Sheila's bedroom. Laid out on the bed was a very skimpy maid's uniform. It was low-cut and had a short skirt. Next to it were black stockings, a red garter belt and high heels. It did not look like anything Sheila would make me wear. It looked more like something she had bought for the bedroom. I said exactly that to Tracy, but she insisted I had seen the outfit and agreed to take the job, so I got undressed. Lisa brought me more tea that I drank down. By now I was so out of it I did not even notice they had me get dressed without my bra and panties. When I finished dressing, I looked myself over in Sheila's full length mirror. The high heels added several inches to my 5'4" frame and also tightened my calves and accentuated my full bottom. The dress, a very sexy red and black mini with a plunging neckline, pushed my ample breasts up and out. Although I have always tried to watch my weight, I had put on some extra pounds in the last few years and I was really too plump for this sort of outfit. There certainly was a lot of skin showing, both at the top and at the bottom. Tracy brushed out my shoulder length brown hair. She insisted I needed to redo my makeup, including ruby red lip gloss. I asked why I needed to get so dolled up but the girls just said they wanted me to look nice. every time I asked a question they gave me more tea. I was just finishing up when the doorbell rang. "Can you get that, please?" asked Lisa. As I walked down the hall my boobs jiggled from the effects of my high heels. The dress was so low cut I had a mile of cleavage showing and as I looked down I could see part of a nipple peeking out. I tucked it back in but it was so close to the edge of my bodice I knew it would not take much for it to pop out again. As I opened the door three teenage couples poured in. The guys all hooted at my outfit as they went past. I blushed and hurried into the kitchen where Tracy explained that I was to answer the door and keep the beer glasses and snack tray full. For the next hour I was kept hopping as everyone arrived. There were lots of couples, but also several unattached guys and girls. By the time everyone was there the house was packed. The party was wild and everyone was soon half-drunk. As I worked my way back and forth through the crowd the boys would comment on my outfit and rub up against me. They would ogle my exposed cleavage and several times they could see the edges of my nipples before I noticed and tucked them back in. Their remarks were usually pretty graphic, describing my body and how much of it was exposed. I was still so befuddled it did not occur to me to protest their crude suggestions. Somebody spilled some beer on the carpet and Tracy called to me to come clean it up. Without thinking, I got down on my hands and knees and started to scrub the stain. I heard two girls behind me gasp, then start to giggle, and I realized my dress had ridden up so high they could see my pussy. I started to get up but Tracy said to keep scrubbing before the carpet got stained, so I did. The girls called some boys over to see and they started laughing as they stared at my exposed ass and pussy. I turned scarlet but pretended I didn't know what was going on; I hurriedly cleaned the spill and retreated to the kitchen. As I was leaving I heard one of the boys tell the other two he would like to make me suck his cock until it was rock hard, then fuck my 'big hairy pussy' until I couldn't walk. He told them they could have 'sloppy seconds' after he was finished fucking me silly. When I got into the kitchen I sat down. I looked down at my hands and realized I was shaking. Something seemed very wrong; I was sure I should not be here, dressed like this, letting young men I didn't even know make crude sexual remarks to me. Unfortunately my mind was so fogged up I was unsure of exactly why it was wrong, so I just sat there trying to figure it out. Lisa came in and saw me sitting there. "What's the matter? Why do you look so upset?" I told her what had happened and what I had heard. "Oh, Mrs. Hopkins, I'm sure he thought he was paying you a compliment! You know how guys are; that's just how they talk to each other. You should be flattered. Lots of women would love to have someone flirt with them like that." It had not sounded much like flirting, but I knew Lisa was a nice girl so I believed her. If she said it, I was sure it was true. I was in no condition to argue. Lisa fixed a new pot of that delicious tea and put it on the table beside me. "Listen, Mrs. Hopkins. I need to go back in to the party, but we're all set for food and punch for right now. We don't really need any more help from you until later. Why don't you take a break and stay out here for a bit? No one will bother you and I'll call you if we need anything. You just relax, ok?" I nodded, so she left me to my thoughts and my tea. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew I had my head resting on my arms and Tracy was gently shaking me awake. I groggily looked around and tried to focus on what she was saying to me. "Mrs. Hopkins, we have a problem," said Tracy. "We ran out of beer and no one has enough money for more. Is there any way you could charge it on your credit card and we'll pay you back next week?" I nodded. "Sure, Tracy. I know you'll pay me. It must be in my purse." I laid my head back down. She shook me again. "Come on, Mrs. Hopkins. You need to wake up. You know we can't use your cards. You have to go with the guys to buy the beer." I still did not move so Tracy and another girl stood me up and gently led me out to a waiting car. There were two guys in the front seat and one in the back. "These guys will pick it out and carry it for you," Tracy said. "All you have to do is pay for it. Thanks!" Just before the door of the car closed another guy slid in beside me, pushing me into the middle. I looked over at him and realized it was the boy who had been so graphic when I was cleaning up the spill. He smiled at me and said hello, so I decided maybe Lisa had been right all along about him being nice and I smiled back at him. The other three boys also greeted me and we pulled out. As soon as we got going one of the boys produced a small flask of liquor and passed it around. When it came to me I said no thanks. The driver looked in the rear-view mirror and asked me if I was a prude. "No, I'm not a prude. I just don't want a drink right now. Thanks anyway." "I don't know, Mrs. Hopkins. I always heard you were pretty straight. I just never realized how straight you really are. You don't even drink?" "Of course I drink, when I want to. I'm not a prude." The boy beside me handed me the flask. "Prove it." Fine, I'd show them I was not a prude. I took a small swig and gasped as the liquor burned its way down my throat. They said it was just a sip so I took a bigger drink. The boys chuckled then and started passing the flask around again. It seemed to constantly be in my hand, with someone urging me to take a drink. I wanted them to like me and not think I was a prude, so I drank when they urged me to. Combined with my already dazed state, my head was soon spinning. Dave, one of the boys beside me, started asking me questions about my early years. "So, Mrs. Hopkins, have you always been pretty conservative, or were you a little wilder when you were younger?" "I'm not conservative. I'm the same now as I have always been. I like having fun as much as the next person." "Did you date much when you were a teenager?" asked Brian, the driver. "Were you pretty popular?" "I guess I was popular, but I didn't go on very many dates. My parents didn't let me. They didn't want me to get a 'reputation'." "Were you attractive? Maybe you just didn't get asked much," said Jack, from my other side. "When you did go out, did you enjoy the sex? Did you look forward to it?" asked Dave. "I never had sex on a date," I answered proudly. The boys looked horrified. "Never?" gasped Bob. "Didn't anyone even try to feel you up or anything?" "No. They were always perfect gentleman." I thought they would be impressed with my chastity. Instead, they saw it as a drawback. "Maybe they weren't being gentlemen," said Dave. "Maybe they thought you were too ugly to fuck." The shock of having Dave suggest I was ugly kept me from protesting his vulgar language. "I looked just like I do now, only younger. Am I ugly now?" I replied. "You don't look too bad, just a little plump. It's hard to tell in the car, though. Let's get a good look at you, and we'll all decide if we would have asked you out," said Dave. "How does that sound?" I smiled nervously. "OK. That sounds like a good idea." I wanted them to like me. I hoped I looked attractive to them. Brian twisted his mirror and the three boys riding turned toward me. I looked down at myself. My dress had ridden above my stocking tops, displaying my pale thighs in the dim illumination from passing street lights. My breasts were pushing out of my top and a long line of cleavage was showing. I blushed as I realized that the edge of one nipple was peeking out of my top, but I didn't want to push it back while they were looking at me. They would have been sure I was a prude then. They looked me up and down for a very long moment. Bob was the first to speak. "I think you look pretty good," he said. "I think I might have asked you out if you were my age. I just can't figure out why nobody ever got friendly with you on a date. Is there something wrong with your body or something?" I shook my head. I was beginning to feel like maybe there was something about me that wasn't sexy. I took another gulp from the flask. Jack spoke up. "Has anyone ever seen your boobs? Did you ever show them to a guy on a date? Maybe they are ugly and word got around." "Just my doctor and my husband, after we were married." Maybe I was undesirable, after all. I felt like I was going to cry. "I got an idea," said Dave. "Why don't you show them to us and we'll let you know what we think." "I don't know... I d-don't think I should do that," I stammered. I wanted them to like me, but showing my breasts to them seemed wrong. "Hey, no problem," said Jack. "We were just trying to help you out. It's your call. Say, did you guys see Katie tonight? That girl looked hot!" The boys immediately started discussing Katie and several other girls from the party. I felt lonely and ignored. After another drink I took a deep breath and turned to Jack. "I guess I've changed my mind. I would like to show you my boobs. If I let you guys see them, do you promise not to tell anyone?" They looked at each other, then nodded their assent. My hands shook as I reached up and took hold of the bodice of my dress. I hesitated for a few seconds, settling my nerves, then pulled it down and tucked it under my breasts. My nipples immediately stiffened in the cool night air. I waited with bated breath, hoping the guys liked what they saw. My face grew warm and I felt like I was in another world. No one spoke for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, Bob smiled at me. "I think you have very nice tits, Mrs. Hopkins. They sure are big enough. You have every right to be proud of them. You are a very sexy lady." I smiled and relaxed. I knew I was plump, but I had always thought my boobs were too big and fleshy. They thought I was sexy! I was so happy they liked my breasts, I barely heard Bob ask Jack if they were firm. Before I could react he reached out and cupped one of them. I gasped as I felt his warm hand squeeze my cool flesh but said nothing. His fingers found my nipple and it jumped under his caress. As I tried to decide whether or not I should protest, Dave did the same thing with my other boob. I wasn't sure if I should let them touch me, but it certainly felt nice, so what harm could there be in it? I looked down. I could see my dark nipples being squeezed by their strong fingers and I felt myself getting wet. "For being such big tits, they're nice and firm," Jack told Bob. "Her nipples are very sensitive, too. They're rock hard. I think she likes it. Let's take a look at that pussy you were telling us about, Dave!" Jack and Dave each grasped one of my legs and pulled it over onto their laps. My dress pushed up almost to my waist and I was spread wide open, without any panties on! I tried to pull my legs closed but I was no match for them, so I gave up struggling. "It's ok, Mrs. Hopkins. We just wanted to see what you look like. We think you're very pretty and sexy, don't we guys?" Bob said. They all murmured their assent. "You have a very beautiful pussy." Bob reached back from the front seat and softly rubbed my knee. Jack and Dave kept kneading my breasts as they stared at my pussy. Their other hands were holding my legs apart, and they began stroking up and down along my stockings. Each pass their hands traveled a little higher and they were soon caressing my naked thighs. Bob kept telling me how pretty and sexy I looked. I laid my head on the back of the seat and closed my eyes, trying to calm my thudding heart. Coerced by Kathy B. Part 2 Just as I felt Dave's fingers brush against my pubic hair, Jack leaned down and kissed my nipple, tickling it with his tongue. As I jumped in surprise my movement pressed my pussy against Dave's hand. He cupped it and gave it a gentle squeeze, making me moan. I heard Brian laugh from behind the wheel and ask what was happening. "Well, Mrs. Hopkins is just showing us what she would do if she were dating again," said Dave, gently massaging my outer lips. As he rubbed his hand up and down the length of my pussy mound he began pressing a finger against my already wet slit. "She's all wet and ready for fun. You look beautiful too. Those stuffy old farts who were afraid to touch you will never know what they missed. I'll bet you would have drained them dry, wouldn't you?" I giggled. "I'm not sure about that, but thank you." It was hard to gather my thoughts, with one guy sucking and kissing my boob and another trying to insert a finger into me as a third one watched. Right at that moment, I felt like the most popular and desirable girl in the world. Dave's finger was pressing insistently at my pussy lips and it wasn't long before they peeled slowly apart. I was so wet by this time that he encountered little resistance as he slid his finger inside me. "God damn, this lady is boiling!" he exclaimed. "I'll bet you keep your husband pretty happy with this little toy. Are you sure he's the only one who's ever touched your pussy?" "He is. He, and now you, are the only men who have ever played around down there like that," I answered. I tried to muster some willpower. "Maybe you should stop. I think he might be mad if he saw what you were doing." "Oh, no. I think he'd be pleased," said Brian, looking into my eyes in the mirror. "Guys want everyone to think their wives are attractive and sexy. He would be thrilled that we enjoy looking at your beautiful breasts and that lovely little pussy of yours. I'm sure he would consider it a compliment." Bob nodded as he gave me the flask again. I took a nervous gulp. I was so confused. I was pretty sure my husband would not think it was a compliment, but these guys certainly knew what other men liked and I was in no shape to argue, so how could I say they were wrong? They seemed to have my best interests in mind, and I was enjoying all the attention they were showering on me. Dave started rubbing my clit and I felt it thicken under his manipulation. By now my pussy was very hot and wet and I was finding it increasingly difficult to follow what was being said. I remember hearing Bob tell Brian to stop the car. I felt the car come to a halt, then Brian turned and looked at me, sitting back with my legs wide open and my tits hanging out while being sucked and fingered by two young men. I looked around. We were parked in a corner of a large parking lot, not far from a light pole. I could see a shopping plaza. Most of the stores were closed and the lot was nearly deserted. At least no one else was likely to see me. Brian said something to Bob that I couldn't catch, who got out and went into a convenience store. When he came back to the car he showed me a small disposable camera, the kind with a built in flash. "We would all like to remember how nice and sexy you look," he said. Before I could make any protest, he snapped several pictures of me as the boys played with me. Well, as long as no one else saw the pictures I guessed it would be all right. "Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to get fucked by another man?" asked Bob as Dave stroked and pinched my excited clit. I groaned and shook my head. "You've never wondered how a different cock would feel, sliding into your nice hot pussy?" Again I shook my head. "Have you ever even seen another cock?" "No," I answered. Suddenly I was ashamed of my limited experience. "Would you like to see another one? Another cock, that is. After all, it's only fair. We've seen those nice big tits and that hairy pussy of yours. Would you like to see us naked? No one will ever know." Blushing, I said that I would. As Jack and Dave let go of me I felt a pang of disappointment, but they returned to playing with me as soon as their pants were down. The guys quickly pulled down their pants and underwear, proudly displaying their already stiff members. I never realized until then how different men's penises could be. None of them looked exactly like my husband's. One was curved, one was straight, one looked almost purple and Jack's penis was at least two inches longer than my husband's. I never knew they came in different sizes, either. I was mesmerized. "What do you think?" asked Brian. I gulped. "Go ahead and touch one if you want. We don't mind." I reached out and touched Bob's cock. He smiled at me, so I wrapped my fingers around it. It felt hot to my touch. Slowly, I slid my fingers up and down it, enjoying the feel of the rock hard shaft and the spongy head. Dave resumed stroking his finger in and out of my pussy while he rubbed my clit with his thumb. Groaning, I reached for each hard cock in turn, giving it a few strokes and marveling at how different they felt. I ended up with my hand on Jack's big cock. It felt satisfyingly thick in my hand. Bob handed me the flask again. "You know, Mrs. Hopkins, you look very sexy right now. I think your husband would be very proud of you tonight. Did you know there were cocks as big as Jack's?" I shook my head. "Now that you've seen it, don't you wonder what it would feel like inside that nice hot pussy of yours?" He snapped a picture of my hand, wrapped around Jack's cock. I tried to clear my head. "Yes...but I'm sure that would be wrong. I can't do that." "Oh, you're right, Mrs. Hopkins. It probably would be wrong if he were to fuck you. But, if you asked, maybe he would just put it in so you can get an idea how it feels. It won't really be fucking, so there shouldn't be any harm in it." I hesitated. It would be nice to see what it felt like. Would it feel different than my husband's? I sighed. I wanted to know. "All right. You can put it in. No fucking." "Absolutely," agreed Jack. Dave pulled his hand from my slit and laid my head down in his lap, then began rubbing my nipples. Jack pushed one stocking clad leg up over the rear seat and the other up into Brian's lap. Brian immediately began rubbing and massaging my calf. I looked down as Jack knelt between my legs. Through the hair I could see my pussy lips, parted slightly and gleaming with wetness. Jack paused, his cock just inches away from my pussy. Jack grasped the shaft of his cock and leaned toward me. I saw the thick head push into my pubic hair, then felt it graze the lips of my pussy. He rubbed it up and down my slit, getting me ready. With a gentle push I saw the head disappear and felt my pussy lips parting as his big cock entered me. It felt so good I moaned my pleasure, causing all the boys to chuckle. Jack pulled his cock back, rubbed it around my opening again and pushed it back inside, this time sliding in several inches along with the head. Again I moaned; it felt great. He eased out and pushed in several times, each time deeper and deeper. Finally I felt his pelvis press against me and I knew he was all the way in. "Well, how does it feel?" he asked. "Fuller than my husband's does. It feels nice," I answered dreamily. "I never knew how different it would feel." "Let me ask you a question," said Jack. "Which do you like better? This...?" he fucked in and out slowly, each time pushing deep inside me. "Or this?" Now he started fucking me rapidly, banging hard into my crotch. "I like both. It's in so deep, I feel all stretched out. I think I like the fast one better, though," I answered, completely forgetting he had promised not to fuck me. "That does feel pretty good, doesn't it?" he said as he continued rapidly thrusting his cock in and out. I heard Bob snap off several more pictures of me as Jack gave me a hard fuck. Jack's body was banging into my clit and I could feel his balls slapping against my ass with each stroke. He continued pounding his thick cock into me I began pushing up against his thrusts. Dave shifted my head on his lap. When I felt his cock touch my lips I automatically kissed it. He pressed it harder against my lips and I opened my mouth, allowing him to slid his cock into my mouth. It tasted delicious as I licked the head and tasted his salty pre-cum. Feeling delightfully wicked, I started sucking on it. I wanted these guys to think I was as sexy and fun as the younger girls they'd been talking about. As Jack kept up his rapid fucking of my overheated pussy I began giving Dave the best blowjob I could, working my tongue along the underside while moving my lips back and forth along his hot cock. "How is she, boys?" asked Brian. "Oh, man, this is one hot broad," answered Jack. "Her pussy is wrapped around my dick like a warm glove. This lady likes to fuck." "She's not a bad cock sucker, either," added Dave. "Come on, Mrs. Hopkins. Suck my cock. Wouldn't you like a nice creamy load to swallow?" I nodded and sucked hard on his cock and heard him groan in pleasure. Pleased that he liked what I was doing, I redoubled my efforts. I twirled my tongue around and tickled the underside of his rock-hard dick as he encouraged me to swallow it all. I wanted to make him happy so I pushed my lips as far down his cock as I could, coming closer to the base with each thrust. I knew that I was doing a good job as I felt him stiffen and push his cock deep into my mouth. I felt Dave spasm, then flood my mouth with his jism. Gulping, I felt his thick cum slide down my throat and into my stomach as he continued to pump more cum into my eager mouth. I had never swallowed my husband's cum before, but I was so horny I cleaned up every drop of Dave's as it shot into my mouth. "That's a good girl; suck me dry. That was a nice blowjob. You really like eating cum, don't you?" he asked. Giggling, I nodded. Jack's fucking now had me almost ready to cum myself. I felt myself getting closer and closer, rising toward a peak. I was almost there when I felt him jerk and pump his load deep into my pussy. I groaned in frustration at how close I had been to cumming. He pulled out and asked me if I wanted an orgasm. I nodded eagerly, so he got out of the car and Brian took his place. Without any preliminaries Brian just slid his cock into my cum-soaked pussy and started fucking me. Brian's technique was very different from Jack's. He alternated several hard thrusts with several gentle ones, as well as pausing for long moments with his cock nestled deep within me. Every time I got close to cumming he sensed it and paused and soon I was begging him to let me cum. He just chuckled and kept up his maddeningly erratic style. I almost started crying when I felt him add his cum to the load Jack had already deposited inside me. My poor hot pussy felt empty when he withdrew. Inquiringly, I looked over at Bob. "What's the matter, Mrs. Hopkins?" I paused for a long moment, not wanting to say it out loud. Finally I asked him, "Aren't you going to...you know...?" "Aren't I going to what?" Bob was not making this simple for me. He knew what I wanted. "Aren't you going to make love to me?" "Make love? Nobody has made love to you yet. Say what really happened. Say what you want, and ask me nicely," he grinned at me from the front seat. "All right. They fucked me, but I didn't have an orgasm. Will you please fuck me?" I lay there, almost naked in the back seat of a car, with my legs spread and cum trickling down my crack. All I wanted was to have someone slide his dick into me and fuck me until I came. I did not care who did it. "Well, since you asked so politely, I'll be glad to fuck you, Mrs. Hopkins. But what if seeing it makes the other guys horny again? Will you fuck them again too?" Bob asked. I nodded desperately. Bob turned me so I was facing the front of the car, with my ass on the edge of the rear seat. He eased through between the seats and lifted my legs up onto his shoulders. I felt his cock push into my pussy and he started up a nice rhythm that soon had me boiling again. I was a little uncomfortable as he pressed my neck back against the seat but his pounding dick soon made me forget that discomfort. Jack and Brian got on either side of me and started sucking and playing with my tits. I was in heaven. When I finally came, I came the hardest I ever have. I closed my eyes and felt like I was flying through the middle of an explosion. I screamed and started bucking my ass, almost throwing Bob off me, but he managed to keep fucking me. When I finally came back to reality he was still pounding into me. He finally stiffened and shot his load, then pulled his cock out of me. Brian immediately twisted me toward him and slipped his cock into me. As he started fucking me for the second time I hooked my legs behind his ass, pulling him into my pussy as far as I could. I was so hot I began having a small series of miniature orgasms. I started bucking and jumping like a madwoman. The boys told me I was the hottest woman they had fucked in a long time, making me feel proud. One after another they all fucked me again. Bob and Brian even had me give them a blowjob and I tasted my own dried juices on their cocks, a definite first. By then I eagerly sucked their cocks as deep into my throat as I could, swallowing every drop of cum as it spurted out at me. I was too gone to care how many times I got fucked or who I was sucking off. When they finally finished I could feel my pussy throbbing from its workout. It felt full and well fucked. I looked down at my crotch and I could see my puffy lips, red even in the dim light. My nipples were sore from being sucked and chewed and even my tongue was tired. All I wanted was to go to sleep. We all got out of the car to straighten out our clothing. My stockings were all laddered and torn and my dress was wadded around my waist, but I tried to make myself as presentable as I could. I stuffed my boobs back in and smoothed my skirt down as best I could. My pussy felt so swollen I was sure my cunt lips had to be dangling down below my skirt, but I knew that was not possible. I took some satisfaction in the fact that the boys looked similarly worn out. Jack walked up to me and pulled my top back down. "You look much better like this. I like seeing those big tits and fat nipples of yours," he explained. I protested but left them out. After we all got back into the car, Brian started driving again. We soon arrived at the beer store and we all got out and walked to the entrance. Several youths were lingering near the entrance. When they saw us they started shouting and laughing at me. I knew I probably looked bad after my gang fuck but I had thought I could pass acceptably in public. I could not figure out why they were laughing at me. Puzzled, I asked what they were laughing at. "Maybe they like your tits," Jack chuckled. I suddenly realized the top of my dress was still down and everyone could see my tits hanging out. I turned scarlet. I turned around and pulled it back up but they kept on jeering me. Mustering as much dignity as I could, I entered the store, ignoring their catcalls. I was glad we were in a store where I did not shop. I was sure the clerk could tell I had just been fucked long and hard by the guys I was with. As quickly as possible I signed the credit slip and returned to the car. The boys soon returned with the beer and we started back. As soon as we pulled out Dave eased my top down again and started sucking on my tits. I made no protest as he also worked a hand under my dress and began stroking my pussy. I fell asleep with him playing with my tits and pussy and did not awaken until he gently shook me as we turned into Sheila's street. I put myself back together yet again and made my way inside, with Bob helping me. Tracy met us at the door. "Well, you might as well put her in bed. She's not going to be much good now," she said as she looked me over. Jack chuckled. "She has a right to be tired. She's had a really big workout. Once we got her started, she turned out to be a pretty hot fuck. She satisfied all of us." As they eased me into bed, I heard her tell Jack, "Remember, this is a one-time thing. You promised you'd leave her alone after this." The last thing I heard was Jack's reply. "Absolutely. This was a one-time thing..." Coerced by Kathy B. Part 3 I woke up Saturday morning feeling a little fuzzy-headed, but nothing really extreme. I couldn't remember much from the night before, although I did remember I was spending the weekend with Sheila's daughters and I vaguely remembered we'd been at a party the night before. I assumed I'd just had a little too much to drink and was battling a hangover. I did remember having some really erotic dreams after I went to bed. Trying to recall the dreams, I reached down and cupped my pussy. I was surprised to feel how swollen and hot it was. I giggled to myself. It wasn't the first time I'd masturbated in my sleep. I must have been pretty horny. It felt like I'd been rubbing my cunt all night. I took a long hot shower and felt pretty good. After dressing, I headed downstairs but both Lisa and Tracy were gone. I don't usually eat much breakfast so I just had a couple of pieces of toast. As I was buttering it I noticed a box of tea on the counter. THAT I remembered. It was the most delicious tea I'd ever had. I made a pot of it and went out onto the patio with the paper. I drank tea and read for a little while but then everything got hazy again. I thought I must be catching a bug or something, I was so muddled this weekend. The sun was warm on me so I decided to nap in the heat and try to bake it out. I think I'd dozed for an hour or so when three boys came around the corner of the house. I knew I'd met them the night before but for the life of me I couldn't think of their names. "Hi, Mrs. Hopkins. How are you feeling?" the first one asked me. When I just looked at him without answering, he continued, "It's me, Brian. Remember?" I nodded groggily. "Hi, Brian." "What's the matter with her?" I heard another one ask. "Oh, shit guys. She got into the goodies again." He picked up the teapot and sniffed it. "What do you think, Jack. Should we go again?" Jack looked at me. "What the hell, why not? Mrs. Hopkins, why are you sunbathing with all your clothes on? Don't you want a nice tan?" "Y-yes, but people might see me." "Nobody will see you back here but us and we've already seen you naked, remember? Why don't you get a nice golden tan for us?" I giggled. "Ok." It seemed like a good idea. I quickly stripped down then reclined on the lounge. I saw Brian carry my clothes into the house while Brian carried my clothes into the house. A few minutes latter he emerged with some baby oil. "Mrs. Hopkins, you better let Dave rub some lotion on you. Those big tits of yours will cook pretty quick in this sun." When I nodded he threw the lotion to the third boy. Dave came over to me and stood grinning at me as he flipped open the top on the lotion. With one smooth motion he squirted a line of oil that began at my throat, ran down the middle of my chest and stomach into my pussy hair then back up to loop around each nipple. The oil was cold compared to my overheated skin and I shivered, making my boobs wobble violently from side to side. Dave laughed. "Easy there, Mrs. H. You shake those things like a two-dollar stripper. He sat beside me on the lounge and started rubbing the oil in. He began on my stomach, rubbing and rubbing until the oil heated up and was worked completely into my skin. He moved up to my boobs and began working the oil into them. I could feel my nipples stiffen as he rubbed. They got so hard they felt like they were going to pop right off my chest. I began moaning as I got aroused. After finishing my arms and legs, Dave returned to my pussy. He gave it another liberal squirt of oil and rubbed the oil all over it, inside and out. "We don't want this hot little cunt to get a bad sunburn, do we?" Dave asked as he worked two or three fingers into my pussy. "I've got a feeling this pussy is going to be out in the light of day a lot more from now on. We want it to look good." When he finished, Dave went over and sat down with the guys. They opened beers and left me alone. I dozed, on and off, for the next hour or so. At one point I felt someone lift my hand and place it on my pussy. Already hot from the sun and being rubbed and stroked, it twitched when I touched it so I slowly rubbed my clit as I lay there. I thought I heard a camera but I couldn't be sure and quite frankly, I didn't much care. I felt a hand shaking me awake. "Time to turn over, Mrs. Hopkins. you don't want to burn your tits." Brian helped me sit up and fed me some tea. I sipped it thirstily. "Thank you. You guys are so nice to me." Brian chuckled. "That's because you're nice to us, Mrs. Hopkins. We love helping horny old ladies with big tits and hungry pussies. Now lay on your stomach." I turned over and laid down again. I could feel my boobs squash under my weight and my nipples pressed through the webbing on the lounger. Brian noticed and reached under, rubbing them and then pulling on them to make them stick out further. They were still covered in oil and slippery so he was able to pull a some of my tit out too, but not all of them. After flicking my nipples a few times, he took the bottle and squirted oil along my back and down my ass crack. As Brian started rubbing oil into my shoulders I could feel a thick trickle ooze between my cheeks and down my aroused pussy lips. I wanted to put my hand back into my crotch but I couldn't reach in this position so I pillowed my head on my arms and closed my eyes. Brian worked his way down my back and thoroughly rubbed oil into each cheek of my ass, commenting to the other boys on how large and meaty they were. I smiled to myself, happy they liked me. Brian started rubbing oil up and down through my crack, pulling my cheeks apart. "If you get a burn there you won't be able to sit down. Just keep snoozing, Mrs. Hopkins," Jack called over to me from his chair as Brian kept rubbing oil into my asscrack and pussy from behind. He would occasionally squirt more oil down my butt so I was really slicked up. Each pass up and down my crack, he would drag his fingers across my asshole. At first it twitched and puckered each time he touched it but eventually I relaxed and stopped reacting involuntarily to each touch of his fingers. As I dozed off I felt his fingers pressing harder and harder with each pass. Soon his finger popped inside my asshole. I felt him run it in smoothly until his hand pressed against my ass then ease it back out and continue up over my cheeks. The next pass he repeated the process, in and out. Soon Brian was pushing two fingers into my asshole. I was so oiled up I felt no pain, even though I'd never had anything in my ass before. In fact, it felt pretty good and I found myself pushing my ass back against his hand as he finger-fucked me. It felt so good that I groaned when I felt him pull out and stand up. I heard a chuckle. "Don't worry, I'll put it back in a minute. Do you like having something up that lovely ass of yours?" "Yes," I murmured sleepily. "Please put it back." "No problem, Mrs. H." I felt Brian get back on the lounge and soon felt the now familiar press against my sphincter. A slight push against my greasy asshole and he slid smoothly into me. It wasn't until i felt his body press down on me that I realized it wasn't his fingers. I started to rise in protest but the weight of his body held me down. "Oh, yeah! Push that sweet ass back against me, baby," Brian grunted as he started moving his cock in and out of my ass. I'd always heard anal sex hurt but this felt terrific. I could feel my cunt throbbing as it picked up the rhythm of Brian's cock and began building toward an orgasm. "How's her ass, Brian?" Jack called. "Is she a three-holer?" "Man is she ever!" Brian gasped as he banged into me. "Her pussy might be a little loose but her asshole is as tight as a teenager's. Oh, shit. She's too hot; I'm cumming!" With a shudder he buried his cock deep in my ass and I felt him twitch as he pumped his sperm into me. He collapsed on my back, pressing me tight against the lounger. "Hey, get off her," I heard Dave say. "I want some of that ass too." Brian pushed off me. I felt his cock pull from my asshole as he stood. Reaching down, he pulled my cheeks apart and I heard the camera snap and the two boys laugh as my asshole slowly closed up. Dave then got behind me and quickly fed his cock into my now hungry ass, while Brian went back and sat with Jack. I felt myself heading toward orgasm as Dave humped me hard but I was still not there when he too spurted his cum up my ass. I was relieved when Jack rose and pulled off his shorts. After Dave moved out of the way Jack squirted some more oil into my crack and slid his big cock up my ass in one long push. I giggled and pushed back against his crotch. Jack and I fucked for several minutes and I was almost ready to orgasm when I heard a voice. "Hey! You guys promised!" I lifted my head to see Lisa and Tracy, arms loaded with groceries. Jack quickly pulled out and scrambled to his feet, his thick cock bobbing obscenely. "It's not our fault, Tracy. She got into the tea again and we found her lying out here. We figured, what the hell..." Lisa made a face. "You guys are pigs. Do you get off, fucking an old lady? Do whatever you want." Jack grinned and quickly got behind me. I pushed back as he began fucking me again. "Yeah we get off. She gets us off, don't you Mrs. Hopkins? Besides, she's not too old. Just nicely broken in. I think this bitch has lots of fucks left in her." Tracy walked over and squatted down beside the lounge. I lifted my head as she looked me over. I could feel Jack's thick cock sawing in and out of my ass as Tracy smiled at me. She reached underneath the lounger and started pulling gently on my nipples, still pushing through the webbing. "Is that true, Mrs. Hopkins?" Tracy asked me as she milked my throbbing nipples. "Do you have lots of fucks left in you?" I was so horny I nodded. Tracy gave me a disgusted look as she let go of my nipples and stood up. She picked the camera up from the table and snapped several pictures of me, groaning in ecstasy as Jack fucked my ass. I still hadn't cum yet when I felt Jack shudder and add his cum to the other two loads in my ass. When he pulled out and spread my asscheeks, my asshole gaped open. I squeezed it shut and Jack laughed when it slowly opened back up again. He asked Tracy to take a couple of shots of my asshole. I started to reach back between my legs to finish myself off when I felt Jack push my hand away. "Not yet, baby. You just snooze while we have another beer. We'll finish you off once we rest up. I want you nice and horny." I protested but did as he told me. The hot sun soon had me nearly asleep while my new friends sat in the shade, talking quietly and sipping their beer. I could feel the sweat form and run off my body as I lay there. I think I slept for about half an hour or so. I felt someone crawl under the lounger and brush across my nipples, then gently start licking them. It felt like Brian but I was sleepy and it felt so good I just kept my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation as he licked first one sweaty nipple, then the other. I started grinding my crotch against the lounger, hoping he would hurry up and fuck me so I could cum. "Ewwww, that's sick," I heard Tracy say. I heard laughter as I opened my eyes and looked over into the shade. It took me a minute to focus but when I did I saw everybody sitting there, the three boys laughing while the girls looked disgusted. Everybody? Then who was licking my nipples? I looked through the webbing and saw a large brown dog lapping at my breasts where they pressed through. I gasped and started to pull up but Tracy was quickly beside the lounger, pressing down on the back of my neck so I couldn't lift up. When I started to struggle she reached down between my legs and gave my pussy a gentle rub. "There, there, just lay still. You seem to like it, so don't get up. I'll play with your pussy if you calm down." As she slowly stroked my pussy lips with her long nails, I stopped fighting and relaxed. "Good girl," she patted my head. "You really are a slut pig, aren't you?" I heard more pictures being taken, then Tracy stopped playing with me and stood up. The dog licked me for a few more minutes, then I felt my nipples rub across his back as he crawled out from under me. He trotted back out of the yard. "Ok, Mrs. Hopkins," I heard Jack call me. "Come on over here and suck us hard again. We'll give you that orgasm you're aching for." When I sat up and started to stand Tracy interrupted. "No, no, I think you should crawl, Mrs. Hopkins. Horny sluts like you should crawl to get their cock, or go without." I was so horny I didn't want to go without cock so I got down on all fours and started crawling across the yard. I could feel the grass brushing across my nipples as my boobs hung down, swinging as I made my way to my new friends. I crawled to Jack first, wanting that big cock pounding my pussy as soon as possible. I reached out to grab it but he pushed my hands away. "No hands, Mrs. H. Just use that hot mouth of yours. Suck me off, then I'll give you a good fuck." I complied, licking the end of his cock until it stiffened, then dipping my head and capturing it between my lips. My pussy was crying to be fucked as I eagerly sucked him hard and started pushing my mouth down his thick shaft. In no time I had his cock glistening with saliva as I sucked hard on it. "Oh, what a great cocksucker she is," Jack moaned. "How does my cock taste? Can you taste your own shit, you slut?" I was so horny I hadn't even thought about how dirty their cocks were. It was too late to worry about it then so I kept sucking and slurping. They took more pictures of me kneeling between Jack's legs as I blew him, finally taking his load deep into my throat. I licked his cock clean, swallowing every drop, then crawled over to Dave and began tonguing him. He pulled my head off his cock and pushed me away. "I'm not next. You skipped somebody." I looked up, confused. I had blown Jack and Dave was next in line. "You forgot me," Lisa spoke up, sitting in between the two guys. I hadn't even thought of her. As I looked at her, she spread her legs and pulled her panties aside. "C'mon, slut. Start eating or you don't get to cum." I crawled between Lisa's legs and stared at her pussy, all nicely trimmed and neat looking. When I hesitated she grasped my head and pulled it against her crotch. Not knowing what else to do, I kissed her. She gave me instructions and I soon learned how to eat pussy, sucking on her clit until she had the orgasm I was dying for. I was then allowed to suck off Dave and Brian and eat Tracy to an orgasm. I really got into it after a while, enjoying the thick globs of cum as it slid down my throat. I even started liking the tangy flavor of Tracy's pussy as I chewed on her lips and thrust my tongue deep up inside her. Finally, I had made everyone else cum and it was time for my orgasm. I looked around to see who was going to fuck me. Jack told me to crawl back out into the sun in front of them. "You get started and one of us will join you. You need to do a good job masturbating. Show us how hot that pussy of yours can get," he told me. My body was screaming for release so I had no choice but to do as I was told. I crawled in front of them and lowered my head to the ground, my ass high in the air and facing them. Reaching back between my legs with my hand, I alternated pinching my clit and sawing my fingers deep into my hungry cunt. I heard them giggling and snapping pictures but I was too far gone to care, desperate to please them so they would fuck me and let me cum. They never helped me. I finally got myself off, shuddering in the grass and pushing my ass back at the open air as they told me what a horny pig I was. They took a few more pictures as I laid there with my fingers buried in my pussy, resting. I felt myself falling asleep as they got up and went into the house. I knew I should get up but I was too tired so I slept right there, in the yard with my head down and my ass high in the air, the breeze tickling my tender asshole. Coerced by Kathy B. Part 4 This time when I woke up I knew I hadn't been dreaming. I was lying facedown in the yard, naked and alone, my ass, pussy and thighs sticky with cum. I realized, too late, that Friday night was no dream either, but a sad reality. I looked around but there was nothing to cover up with. After looking around to make sure nobody could see me, I dashed quickly for the house. I stepped inside and slammed the door behind me, then ran to the guest room. I spent the rest of the weekend in my room, emerging only when I was sure nobody was home. I avoided talking to Tracy and Lisa, pretending to be asleep when they knocked on the door. As soon as Sheila got home, I pretended I didn't feel well and rushed home. I couldn't believe what I'd done. After living as a model citizen for 40 years, trying hard to be a good wife and mother, I'd thrown it all away in a day and a half of lust and depravity. What would I do if my husband and children found out? What would I do if my boss ever found out? I'd been a secretary at the insurance agency for 22 years. I knew I was a good secretary but their business was dependent on the people of the community; I'd be dismissed in a heartbeat if I was found out. I was determined not to let that happen. I'd just avoid everyone involved and let the whole thing die down. Everything seemed fine for several months. I finally felt like I was back to normal. We'd even seen Sheila and Greg socially a few times and I thought the kids must have kept it to themselves. I was sure I was probably the subject of a few gross stories in their dorms but there wasn't much I could do about that. In fact, I'd pretty much pushed it out of my mind so I really didn't get alarmed when I came home from work one day and saw Sheila, Lisa and my husband sitting in the living room. I started to panic when I saw the anger in Mark's eyes. "Charlene, Sheila says you seduced several of her daughters' friends a few months ago. I told her to get the hell out of my house but she wanted to hear it from you." I tried to cover the fear in my eyes. "Mark, you know I'd never do anything like that. I can't believe she'd say such a thing." Lisa spoke up. "You slept with my boyfriend and then tried to have sex with Tracy and me too." "That's a lie!" I screamed. "Don't you dare say such a thing!" Mark turned to Sheila. "Sheila, I don't know what's come over you or that daughter of yours, but if you're not out of my house in one minute, I'm calling the police." Through all that, Sheila sat calmly on the end of the couch. "Mark, when my daughter comes to me and tells me she was molested, I have no reason..." "That's it!" Mark interrupted. "I'm pressing charges." He picked up the phone and started dialing. Sheila continued as if he hadn't spoken. "...no reason not to believe her, especially when she shows me proof." She threw something into Mark's lap. He took one look and hung up the phone. As soon as I saw what he was looking at, I ran into the bathroom and threw up. It was a picture of me, in a car. My dress was pulled down so you could see my breasts. My hairy pussy framed the base of one cock and I was sucking on another. From the look on my face, it was obvious that I was loving every minute of it. The two boys whose cocks I was draining were grinning at the camera. I stayed in the bathroom as long as I could. When i finally came out, Mark was pale and Sheila looked smug. I sat down on the arm of his chair and tried to take his hand but he wouldn't let me. Sheila spoke first. "Charlene, I think you've done a horrible thing but I don't want you to go to prison. Your children are too young and I think they still need a mother, even a lousy one like you. However, I think you need to be punished for what you did. I have suggested, and Mark has agreed, that the best punishment will be for you to come to work for me for two years. I've always wanted a maid and you will do it. If you do it without complaint, I won't press charges against you for molesting my kids." I looked at Mark. "I think it's fair," he said. It will mean quitting your job but you can find another one. You will stay at Sheila and Greg's during the week and you can come home from Saturday until Monday. That will give you a chance to see the kids. Sheila, I'm sorry I didn't believe you." He hesitated. "I think I need some time to figure things out, too." I burst into tears. "I'm sorry, honey. I don't know why it happened. I love you." Sheila stood up. "Come on, Charlene. You can get started tonight." I followed, still crying. I wasn't even going to be able to say good-bye! Mark turned his back on me and walked away. We got outside and I started to get into Sheila's car, but she stopped me. "My employees don't ride in my car and I don't want your car clogging my driveway. You can walk." "Walk? You can't be serious," I protested. "It's all the way across town! Sheila, be reasonable." Before I even knew what was happening, Sheila slapped me hard across the face. " Let's get this clear. I'm disgusted with you for what you did. I agreed to let you work for me so you didn't have to go to jail but I intend to see to it you are punished for your crimes. Don't you EVER question one of my instructions again. I said you will walk so you better walk, either to my house or to the police. Which will it be?" Tears were streaming down my face as I answered, "I'll walk to your house." "I think you mean, 'Please may I walk to your house,'don't you?" I sniffed, "Please may I walk to your house, Sheila?" Sheila smiled. "Yes, Charlene, you may. But from now on you will address me properly. You will always call me 'ma'am' or Mrs. Winters but never 'Sheila.' You will call everyone in my house 'sir' or 'ma'am' and if they are in my house they are my guests, so you must consider a request from them a request from me. Do you understand?" I was embarrassed. We were standing in my driveway and Sheila was not trying to be quiet. I nodded quickly, hoping this would all be over. "Good girl. Stop crying, too. I'm sick of your blubbering. You got into this mess, now you must live with it. I expect you at the house in half an hour. I want supper ready when Greg gets home." Sheila got in the car and drove off, with Lisa snickering beside her. I walked as fast as I could and made it to Sheila's house just before the deadline. I walked up to the front door but found it locked. I rang the doorbell and waited. When Sheila came to the door she looked angry. "Servants don't use the front door. Come in through the garage." She slammed the door in my face. On the way over I made up my mind not to get mad so I went around to the garage and tried the side door. it too was locked. This time Sheila was smiling when she answered. "That's much better. However, you will have to wear a uniform. Take off all your clothes and put them into this box." She handed me a cardboard box. Without arguing, I stripped off my dress and slip and stood there in my bra and panties, praying Greg wouldn't come home and open the garage door. When Sheila just looked at me, I realized she wanted my underwear to go into the box as well. Finally, I stood shivering in the garage, naked and waiting for my ordeal to end. Sheila took the box into the house, then returned with another. "I believe this is yours." The box contained the outfit I'd worn at the party, complete with a new pair of stockings and heels. Before I could say anything she closed the door in my face. As small as the outfit was, it was preferable to being naked so I quickly dressed and went into the kitchen. Sheila laughed at me in my uniform. I flushed but started fixing some dinner. She sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and directing me. When I bent over to get a casserole dish, she hooted and I knew she'd seen my bare pussy. After I got the casserole into the oven, she spoke. "I don't want that hairy thing uncovered in my kitchen. While dinner is cooking, I want you to go shave all the hair off it." I opened my mouth to protest but she must have anticipated it. "If you complain, I will take you for a haircut tomorrow morning." I went into the bathroom and shaved. I'd never done it before and it took me quite a while but I eventually got it pretty smooth. After cleaning up, I returned to the kitchen. "Bend over the table," Sheila ordered. "I want to make sure you did a good job." I flushed but bent over, then moved my feet apart when she told me to. "I can't figure out why those boys wanted to fuck you anyway, Charlene. Your pussy is huge; mine is much tighter." Sheila ridiculed me. "I agree, honey. Your pussy is much tighter," I heard a male voice, Greg, behind me. I started to jump up but Sheila told me to stay bent over. I felt a thick finger part my swollen lips and slide easily into my cunt. "Is this our new maid? Why is her pussy so wet?" "She's a slut, that's why," Sheila replied. "Look how loose it is from all the fucking she does." Greg pulled his finger from my cunt and laughed. "Well, you know how it is with the help, honey. All they think about is food and fucking. Where's dinner?" "It would be ready if Charlene would get going," Sheila grabbed Greg by the arm and led him from the kitchen. I was flushed and panting from embarrassment. I didn't know how I was going to face these two, day after day. Dinner went well. I served them, then ate my own meal, in the kitchen. Sheila told me I could only sit at the kitchen table or in my room, anywhere else I must either stand or sit on the floor. I was so tired and humiliated that I didn't argue. About eight PM I was called into the living room. Lisa was home again and she and her parents were sitting around the room. "Charlene, we're bored. Why don't you entertain us?" Sheila asked. "Yes, ma'am," I replied. "What would you like?" "Lisa tells us you masturbated to entertain she and her friends. Why don't you do that?" Sheila smirked. I opened my mouth to cry out but realized I had no choice. How could I willing masturbate for a group of teens, then refuse adults? So I turned around and got down on all fours. It took me a while to get myself aroused. It didn't help that the three of them chatted and laughed while I knelt there, rubbing my bud and driving two fingers in and out of my pussy. Finally, it started to heat up and I eventually managed a small orgasm. Sheila gave me permission to stand up. "Not bad, but tomorrow bring a dildo in with you. The only way to keep you happy is to stuff something in that fat pussy of yours. You started out poorly but you were pretty good tonight, you may sleep in the basement. Don't get used to it, though. If you disobey me, you will find yourself sleeping in the garage." I hurried down cellar and made a bed over near the furnace. Since I had no other clothes with me, I had to sleep naked. For the first time since I was a little girl, I cried myself to sleep. THE END