SECRET SLAVES TEACHING SHANNON 2 SUSAN'S SECRET LIFE 40 ABDUCTION OF FAITH 127 TEACHING SHANNON Chapter One When I met Shannon Brien I was twenty-three, had just gotten my M.S., and was teaching in a community college while I worked on my Ph.D. Shannon was in a College Algebra class I taught in my first Spring semester, and I noticed her as soon as I entered the room. I had broken up with my graduate- school girlfriend some time earlier, so I was very vulnerable to Shannon's very obvious charms; so vulnerable, in fact, that my cock actually stiffened slightly when I saw her in the front row. She was wearing what she usually wore: a tight, light-colored shirt with a scoop neck, a skirt just a little shorter than the current fashion, stockings, and dark pumps. Her waist was narrow, her hips broad; her breasts were large--- too large to be really firm---and swayed gently when she moved. Her face was a standard- issue girl's face, except that her nose was a little shorter, and her mouth a little larger, than most. Her hair was a yellow blonde color, a little thin, and it could have been cut better.She wore no makeup except around her eyes. Of course, I saw only her chest and face above the desk, but it was enough; everything about her set off every sexual alarm I had. Her presence in class made it hard to concentrate. I was aware of the necessity for a public speaker to look around at his audience, but she made it difficult: if I looked near where she sat, I looked only at her, and if I didn't look, I ignored a whole section of the class. I spent far too much energy trying not to see her. After a while I succeeded, at least partially, unless she asked a question; then I had my work cut out trying to keep my eyes on her face. I wondered how obvious my attraction was to the rest of the class; certainly the boys must have felt at least some of what I felt. I was always relieved when I could turn my attention elsewhere. For her part, she never showed any sign of discomfort, or of being attracted to me; she always seemed completely cool. All this was during the day, of course. At night, we made unilateral love as I lay masturbating in my bed. She was my slave; I came in her every orifice; she writhed under my lash; and I felt her warm tongue touch me at every point. When I graded her tests, I prayed that she would do poorly, so that she would offer me sex in exchange for a passing grade. In fact she did do poorly. She was---not to be unkind---dumb, and basically uninterested in school. She was really there to be trained for a job but, like most teenagers, could not discipline herself to do what was necessary. As I had only recently realized myself that I was going to have to do something every day for the next forty or fifty years, I understood how she felt. (I don't really know why I perservered. It was probably a sort of psychic inertia, my parents' expectations providing an initial shove that carried me through, in a `right line,' so to speak, from which no force had yet pushed me.) Anyway, it was Shannon's lack of discipline that led to the events I am about to relate. I had just given back the second test of three when Shannon appeared at my office door. I was working when she knocked, and was surprised to see her; she had never been by before. I was a little flustered: as all my fantasies about her came rushing to my head, the blood rushed to my groin and, I am afraid, my face. I stammered a "Come in." "Mr. Reynolds---sir---" she began, a little uncertainly, "I wanted to talk to you about my grade." Was she looking at my crotch? I couldn't tell. "Yes. You're not doing too well, are you?" "No. And I'm worried about it. I need this class. I really studied for this test." She held the second test in her hand, which she had failed, like the first. She looked upset, maybe about to cry. "I don't know what else to do. Could you suggest anything?" I refrained from actually licking my lips as several suggestions came to mind, though I could not resist a long glance at her chest. I did not make any of these suggestions, however; I said, mildly, "Umm---do you have a tutor?" "No. Well, a girlfriend of mine who took this course last year has been helping me with the homework. She got a B, so she really knows what she's doing." Sure, I thought. I said, "You're doing all the homework?" I knew she wasn't; anyone who could do the homework could get at least a C in the course. She hesitated slightly, then said, "Well---I always try it, but I usually can't do it. If I knew where to start... ." I had only been teaching for a little less than two years (one year in grad school), but I had already heard this at least a thousand times. What it meant was "I give each problem a look. If I can't find an example just like it in the book or my notes, or if it takes more than one minute to do, I consider it impossible and go on to the next one." I sighed inwardly and thought to myself that she was lucky to have those tits; she was certainly not going to get by on her brains. I said, "What's your major?" "Psychology," she replied. "I'm doing fine in my psych courses." I didn't doubt it for a second; anyone could do well in those courses. I said, "Oh. Then you don't really need this course; you just need any two math courses. But maybe your GPA can't afford the hit of failing this course?" She looked tearful again and said, "No." She hesitated, then said, "I'm failing history and English too. I don't know what to do." She sniffled a little and looked at me. "Well, I can't do anything about the history or English courses, but you could come to me for help in math. Try the homework, and if you can't get it, bring it to me, and I'll go over it with you. You could also get a tutor, if you can afford one." It wasn't much help, which we both knew, but it was all I could offer. "Well, okay." She looked around for a moment, then asked, "What are your office hours?" "They're on the door," I answered. The door was open; I pointed to a sheet of paper taped to it. "Do you need a pen and paper?" "No, I've got it," she said. She got them out of her backpack and made a show of copying down my office hours. When she was done she turned to me and smiled. "You'll be seeing a lot of me---I need a lot of help!" she said enthusiastically. She sounded as if she meant it, but I knew she would never really show up; her kind never do. "Okay," I replied. I looked wistfully at her ass as she left, thinking that I had probably just blown my chance at her, if I had ever had one. I sighed again, this time aloud. Oh, well, I consoled myself, if I had tried something she probably would have brought me up on sexual-harrassment charges anyway. She never did come to my office, of course. In fact, I did not see her outside class until after the third test, which she also failed. I had an evening class, and I kept some late office hours right after it for night students who might have difficulty seeing me during the day; it was to this hour that Shannon came. Because she was a day student, I was even more surprised to see her than I had been the first time. I guess I had admitted to myself that I would never have her, though, because I was quite calm. "Hello, Shannon. Come in." She came in and closed the door. Usually I discouraged this; I don't want to leave myself open to charges of sexual harrassment. However, my fantasy life took charge, and I said nothing. She sat down in a chair next to mine. She looked upset, but in an odd way. I decided that she had figured out what she was going to do about her problems, but didn't like it. Maybe, I thought, she has decided to drop out of school. "Hello, Mr. Reynolds." She sat silent for a moment, looking down at her knees. I struggled, as usual, to keep my eyes on her face. Finally she said, "I have to pass this class." She looked up at me, and said meaningfully, "I'll do anything I have to." I tried to stay calm, to keep my feelings out of my expression, but I doubt I was successful. My cock went from rubber to steel in a second. My fantasy was coming true! For a moment I couldn't speak, and after that I could only stammer, which I did for a moment before deciding to just shut up until I was more in control of myself. Shannon didn't wait. She nodded her head toward my crotch and said, blushing slightly, "I see you know what I mean. I guess I guessed right about your wanting this." I gulped and nodded, but still said nothing. I wasn't looking at her face, but I saw her flush again as she said, "I've never done this before. What's the...umm...what usually happens?" I finally managed to speak. "I've never done it before either, so I don't know." I looked up at her; neither of us knew how to continue. After a moment's silence she pointed toward the door with her head and said, "Is that door locked?" I nodded yes, and, with a look at me, she sank to her knees on the floor. She reached her hands up to my shoulders and ran her hands down my chest. "I guess we can start with this," she breathed. Her hands found my crotch and rubbed my hard cock. She undid my belt and opened my pants, and I raised up a little so she could pull them down. I was breathing very hard; I hadn't had sex in so long that I was sure I would come as soon as she touched me. I didn't, but I knew it wouldn't be long. I moaned when her hands caressed my cock, and shivered when she gently squeezed my balls; I could feel an orgasm building already, making me heady and thick. A little pre-cum appeared on the head of my cock, and she licked it off. I ran my hands down her back as she took me in her mouth. I caressed her head, then reached down her front and found her tits. I squeezed and caressed them through her shirt; as my fingers ran over her nipples, her concentration was shaken, and my cock came out of her mouth. I grabbed her tits, or as much of them as I could, in my hands, and squeezed harder, pulling them upward. "Suck me, you bitch," I ordered. She looked up at my face with an expression of surprise, and then went back to my cock. I didn't let go of her tits, but I relaxed my grip. I felt the fire in my groin, and it made me reckless, as usual. I said hoarsely, "You know what you need, you beautiful bitch? You need a good spanking." She said nothing, but moved her head faster. "I'd like to spank your ass, your beautiful white ass," I said in a kind of chant. I was on the verge of orgasm. I squeezed her tits hard, hard enough to elicit a little cry from her, but she did not stop sucking. "I want to whip your ass and fuck your tits," I chanted, "suck me suck me suck me you bitch you bitch you BITCH." I came in great spurts, grunting like a beast. She tried to swallow it all, but some escaped her; I don't think I had come that much in years. After a moment she looked up at me, obviously afraid of the animal I had become. "I'm sorry," she whispered. She looked back down at the floor. "I tried to swallow it all, but there was too much." I looked at her for a second, hesitating. I realized that it was a crucial moment in our relationship, young though it was, a moment in which its entire future course could be set. I also knew that what I was contemplating could go utterly wrong, and ruin everything; if I hadn't been so very hot, and in a position of power I had never been in before, I wouldn't have tried it, as I had never had the nerve to try it before. I balanced on the edge for a moment, then made up my mind, summoned my courage, and grabbed her by the hair. "You're not finished yet," I said roughly. I knelt, forcing her head down to the tiled floor. "Lick it up," I ordered. She whimpered and tried weakly to pull away, but I pushed her down harder and put my lips to her ear. "Eat it, you bitch," I growled, spitting out the last word. The violence in my voice and hand must have been convincing, because she began to lick enthusiastically at the spots of cum on the floor, emitting little moans as she went. "Clean it up, bitch, clean it up," I said unnecessarily, pressing my face against her head and pulling her hair tight. I watched exultantly as she worked, panting, until she had gotten every drop. I let her up and said, "Good work. You're a good slave." She looked a little blank; I couldn't tell what her reaction to my last words was. However, she made no demurrer; she simply sat silently, wiping at a few spots of cum on her shirt. I thought of punishing her for doing this without my permission, but I felt I had pushed things as far as I could for one day, so I kept quiet. After a few moments of silence I said, "I want to see you here tomorrow night. I want you to bring all your books and notes, everything, for your history and English classes." Naturally, she looked surprised. I didn't explain; I had something in mind which I hardly dared admit to myself yet. She stood up, still silent, and I stood up with her. I pulled her around to me and kissed her, whereupon she looked surprised again; but then she kissed me back, quite passionately, and pressed her body against mine. I thought for a long time about the look she had given me as she left. There was fear in it, certainly, but there was respect too, and something which, although I couldn't identify it at the time, was surprisingly positive. Chapter Two I spent the evening, and much of the following day, in trepidation. At the time it had happened, I thought that it had gone very well; but on reflection, I was not sure. I had, after all, forced a young student to lick my cum off my office floor. If she could convince anyone that it had really happened, I would not only lose my job, I would probably end up in court, even though she was of age and had started it all. I was not actually too worried about this part, however, as I was fairly well convinced that she wanted to continue our arrangement, at least long enough to pass my class. I was much more worried about what would happen tonight, when I had told her to come to my office again. Last night she had seemed to take my direction willingly, but would this continue? Or would she, once not under the influence of sex, decide that she would herself set the rules? If that latter were the case, I needed to outplay her if possible, and I did not know how to go about it. I knew her so little that I could not even form any definite plan; I had to wait and play it by ear. Shannon arrived at my office after my last class. I had not seen her that day, and I was once again taken aback at my attraction to her. The truth was that she unnerved me---I would have done nearly anything to have sex with her. I thought I had been successful in disguising this in the past, and I knew that I could never let her know it if we were to have the relationship I desired. (I was wrong about this, of course, but I was too inexperienced to know it at the time.) "Hello, Shannon. Did you bring the stuff for your other classes?" "Yes. Here." She handed me a stack of papers, books, and notebooks. "I still don't understand what you want them for, though." I didn't tell her. "You will. Sit down." I nodded my head toward a chair, and she sat down. "I need to look these over a few minutes." She sat down, looking puzzled and a little pouty at not being told what was going on, and I began to examine her course work. The courses were American Literature (a survey) and Ancient History; fortunately, I knew quite a bit about both. She was failing both courses, but neither one too badly; it would not take too much to bring her grades up to passing ones. She apparently had one paper and the final exam left in each course. I put down the papers and looked at her for a few minutes, which made her visibly uncomfortable. My problem was that I didn't know how to make the proposition I had in mind in such a way as to make her take it seriously. Before I could state it at all, however, I needed some information. "Shannon---are you planning to be in summer school?" She looked surprised, but answered the question. "Yes. I was going to take two Soc courses, but now I guess I'll have to take history and English over." She looked upset. " If they'll even let me stay in school." "Hmm. One more thing. Do you live with your parents?" Many students did; the financial savings were part of the reason they went to community college. The question brought forth a look of even greater surprise, but again she answered. "Yes. Umm---no. Well...I live in my parents' house, but they're in Germany for two years. My dad was transferred there." "Do you live alone?" She looked exasperated as she said, "Yes. Why are you asking me all these questions?" It was time to be direct. "Okay, Shannon, here's what I want." I looked over to make sure that the door was closed. "I can get you passing grades--- probably D's---in your history and English courses, and a good grade in mine, and good grades in your summer school classes as well." She was astonished. "How can you do that?" A shrewd look then came over her face as she continued, "Can you break into the computers?" "No," I replied, "nothing like that. It's all completely aboveboard. However," and I looked hard at her, "there's a very high price." I waited for her to ask, and she did, warily. "What price?" I swallowed hard while trying not to show my nervousness, and said, "I want you to be my slave, from now till the end of first summer session." It took her a moment to realize what I had said. When she did she was nervous herself; she was wondering whether I was a madman, and she could see that she had gotten in deeper than she had wanted. She certainly didn't want to assent, but she didn't want to offend me either; she still needed a passing grade in my class. It took her a moment to answer, and even then she didn't seem to know what to say. "Umm---well---" She paused, looking down. When she looked up again she said "Look. Couldn't we just have a simple arrangement, sex for a grade? That's all I wanted." It had obviously been difficult for her to say, and she looked down again. I had been prepared for something like this, and had made my decision beforehand. I waited; in a moment she looked up for my answer, which was a firm "No." She made no response, so I continued, in a tone as uncompromising- sounding as I could, in my nervousness, adopt. "I'm only interested in what I said." She stayed silent, so I went on. "I'll give you twenty-four hours to decide. If you're not here tomorrow night at this time, I'll assume that you're not interested." I was amazed at my ability to maintain a facade of self- assurance, though of course my heart was trembling with anxiety at each word. Of course I did not mean it about the twenty-four-hour limit; I was just trying to pressure her. Having now had a few minutes to take it all in, she was ready with her response, which was indignant. "I won't be here. You can forget it." Her voice shook slightly as she said angrily, "You know what? You're crazy. I'm sorry I ever even thought of having sex with you." She got up to leave, but I stood up and blocked her way. Having gone this far, I was determined to play out the rest of my fantasy. My surprising calm had not abandoned me; indeed I felt, if anything, more calm and in control than before. Standing in front of her I ordered, "Sit down! You can't go yet. You might change your mind, and I want you to know exactly what I'm proposing." I put a hand on her chest and pushed her roughly down into the chair. I leaned over to look directly at her and said, "I would not be an easy master to you." I caressed her face with my hand, and she tried to move away, her eyes wide. I quickly moved my hand to her neck and squeezed lightly, making her start and look directly up at me. I stared at her and said in a voice that I could not keep from being hoarse, "I would whip you and fuck you and humiliate you, Shannon, and do other things you've never thought of. You would be my sex toy. Have you ever wanted to be a sex toy?" I squeezed harder as I said the last sentence, and her eyes widened even more, but she remained silent. I relaxed my grip somewhat and said in a more normal tone, "I can give you only one assurance. I would never do anything that would cause you permanent physical harm." I released her and sat down. She made no motion toward the door, so I said, "You may go. Remember, twenty-four hours." She picked up her papers and books quickly, staying as far away from me as she could, and left without saying a word. I left, feeling intensely satisfied even though I was pretty sure she would never be back. It was too bad to lose her, but at least I had risked trying something I had always wanted but never had the nerve for before. As I drove home I sang "Under My Thumb" at the top of my voice. Chapter Three My feeling of self-satisfaction and power lasted through the next day and on into the evening. I was, as I have said, pretty sure that I would never see Shannon again; but I was quite high on my feeling of accomplishment. I was sure that all who saw me could see the difference in me, that I carried myself with a masculine grace and assurance that I had never had before. My suspicion that I wouldn't see Shannon again was confirmed when she did not show up for class. Her absence made no difference to my mood; I taught my classes in high spirits, held my office hour (to which she also did not come), and went home. I did not hear from her for three days. On the evening of the third day, as I was preparing to leave for the night, she suddenly appeared at my office door. I didn't notice her right away, as I was gathering some papers together, so she made a little throat-clearing noise to get my attention. When I saw her I sat down without saying anything, and stared at her. She began to get nervous, and finally said, meekly, "Can I come in?" "Yes." She closed the door and sat down. She clearly had something to say, but did not know how to begin. "Um---Mr. Reynolds---" She paused, then started again. "Ahhh---" She flushed, and looked down, still unable to start. I decided to take the initiative. "Did you come here to say something?" Shannon looked up. "Yes, but...umm...well...well...Oh, damn! I can't say it!" She flushed and looked down again. I said, "Did you come to apologize?" Her head came up sharply, an angry look on her face. Her intention was clearly to rebuke me, but she stopped short when she saw my expression. She became uncertain, and paused before beginning, "Well, no. I mean, I didn't think I did anything to apologize for." "You said I was crazy, and that you were sorry that you had even thought of having sex with me." "Oh, that. Well, umm, I guess I'm sorry about that. Okay?" She looked into my eyes to see whether she was forgiven. I decided that her apology was enough, so I softened my look; there did not seem to be any advantage to be gotten by continuing to seem offended. "Okay. Now, if you didn't come here to apologize, why did you come?" She looked confused and shy again, and again had trouble starting, so I said, more gently, "Have you decided to take me up on my offer?" For a moment she couldn't answer; then she said, "Can you really get me those grades?" I thought a minute before answering, "Yes. At least, I think I still can. I can certainly get the ones for my class and the summer, and at least one of the grades for this semester. But why do you care now if you didn't care before?" She looked worried and said, "I got a letter from the college. They said that if my final grades were as bad as my midterm grades, I'd be out on academic suspension." I got up and went over to her, my breathing already rapid. I ran my hand through her hair as I said, "So you're ready be my slave?" My cock was so hard that the restraint of my pants was causing me pain. "I guess so," she whispered, "I need to get through." She wouldn't look at me, though I put my hand under her chin and tried to pry her head up. I knelt down so that we were eye to eye. Still she tried to look away, as though ashamed. "No, Shannon, that won't do. You have to look me in the eye." She did so, slowly. "Now. I want you to say 'I know you're going to whip me and fuck me and humiliate me, and I want to be your slave'." She said it, albeit haltingly. I responded, also in a near-whisper, "Good girl. Now, down on your knees." She got down on her knees and waited. I said, "Take my pants off, Shannon." She reached up and unbuckled my belt, then opened my pants and pulled down my zipper. I was so desperate for her to touch my cock that I almost danced, but I restrained myself; I wanted to seem always in perfect control. She pulled my pants down to my shoes, then reached for my underpants. "No," I said hoarsely, "Take off my shoes." She took them off, which took an excruciatingly long time, and then slid my pants off. When she slid my underpants down, my cock sprang gratefully free. She reached up and took it in her hand, then in her mouth. I let her suck it for a few delicious moments, and then pulled it out of her mouth. "Not yet," I said. "Take off your shirt." She pulled her shirt over her head, and then unhooked her bra. Her tits were as magnificent as I had always thought they would be, creamy white and topped with rosy areolae and hard, dark-pink nipples. I reached down and caressed them, squeezing and pressing them, and she returned her mouth to my cock. I let her have it for a moment, then pulled it out again, saying, "I didn't tell you to do that." She looked up mournfully at me, as though saying "I'm trying to be a good girl, I just don't know the rules". She looked so young and vulnerable that I almost didn't have the heart to do what I had planned next. Lust and pity fought for a moment inside me, but in the end lust, and my need to establish complete control of this girl, won out. I turned slowly around so that my ass was in her face, and bent over. I took her tits firmly in my hands, and said, "Lick my asshole." She moved her face toward my ass, but stopped well short and whimpered, "No, please no." I squeezed her tits fairly hard, and said gutturally, "Oh yes. Oh, yes, Shannon. Lick it. Lick it, slave." Another whimper escaped her as she moved her head closer to my ass. She licked my cheek, not very close to my asshole. This time I squeezed her tits much harder, and she cried out. I rasped, "I'm going to tear these off if you don't get busy. And then later when we get home I'm going to whip them till they bleed." She began to cry, and I felt her tongue low in the crack of my ass. "I'm not kidding, bitch!" I said, and squeezed her tits repeatedly. I could hear her moaning and sniffling, but she began to lick upward. I was in ecstasy from the dual sensations, physical and psychical. I squeezed her nipples very hard, eliciting a cry from her, and then a tearful "You're hurting me!" "Yes," I replied, my voice full of the relish I felt, "Oh, yes." I pinched her again and ordered, "Lick it!" She started in again, but when she got to my asshole, she stopped, and would not go further. When I ordered her to, she said, her voice thick with crying, "It's dirty!" and would go no further. I pulled and squeezed at her tits some more, but she just cried harder and would not continue, so I turned around. "Suck my cock then, bitch." She sucked me, tears running down her cheeks. My head reeled with lust as I pumped away at her face. I said, "Oh, but you will. Oh, yes, you will. You'll beg to lick my asshole, bitch, you'll beg for it. Oh god, suck me. Oh, shit, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna whip your ass 'til Wednesday, you disobedient cunt, and then I'm gonna start on your tits. Oh god, oh god, ohh... " Like a shot from a pistol I felt the hot semen searing my cock, pouring into her throat, spraying her face like sticky milk. Shannon looked down at the drops of cum that had landed on the floor and then up at me with a frightened expression. I knew what she was asking; I simply nodded my head and pointed down with my index finger. Sniffling, she slowly bent down and started to lick up the cum. While she was at it I noticed, to my amazement, that I was still hard. (Usually I need at least twenty minutes between hard-ons, and often more.) Shannon rose up and looked at me, and I could tell that she was waiting for my approval. I took her head in my hand, and pressed her to me. "Good girl," I murmured, "good girl." She pressed against me, still on her knees, rocking slightly. After a few seconds I realized that she was rubbing against me not just for comfort, but demandingly, as a cat who wants to be fed. She looked up at me, and I could see the heat in her eyes. I stood up and moved to the other chair, which had no arms. "Come here," I told her. She stood and walked over to me. "Kick off your shoes," I said. I put my fingers inside her skirt, pantyhose, and panties, and pulled them down and off. I put my hands on her ankles and ran them slowly up her legs and sides, then back down her midsection. Her abdomen contracted involuntarily as my fingers passed over it, and I heard a gasp as I brushed her beautiful triangle. Reaching around to grasp her ass cheeks, I pushed my tongue into her and slowly licked up toward her clitoris. "Oh, yes," she said, "ohh ohh oh god yes." She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me hard into her cunt. I licked her clit a few times, but I was not about to let her come yet, not this way. I pulled away and sat down. "Sit down," I whispered. She straddled my legs and sat slowly down, my cock sinking into her cunt. We both moaned with pleasure as I went all the way in, but it was she who kept up the noise. "Oh, yes. OH! Oh, yes. Oh, oh, oh god, oh god." She began to fuck me, moving rhythmically up and down and talking. "Oh, god. Oh, fuck me. Oh, please, I wanna come, I wanna come. Unhh...Unhh..." She began to move more quickly as her orgasm built. I was enjoying watching her face, not to mention the feeling of her ass pounding against my legs, but I wanted her to come as violently as possible, so I fucked her just a little out of synch to slow her orgasm down. This elicited a series of little cries, and I knew I couldn't keep her from coming much longer, so I stood up, knees bent in the horseriding stance. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and began fucking like a frenzied animal. This time I went with her, matching her stroke for stroke, encouraging her to come as quickly as possible. Thank god it was late at night, and we were the only people in the building. Shannon came like a storm, scratching and screaming and crying out, "OH! OH! OH!" I made no attempt to quiet her; I needed her to have this orgasm, and besides I was now coming again myself. This orgasm was less intense for me than the last one, but it was still very fine; I felt completely drained, and I was sure that I would not be getting hard again immediately afterward. When we were both finished I sat down with Shannon on my lap, and she put her head on my shoulder.I stroked her hair in silence, until I noticed that she was crying. Miraculously, I understood it. I pushed her far enough away to be able to look at her and said, "You never came like that before, did you." A new flow of tears welled up as she shook her head, and she looked down. I put my hand under her chin and moved her to face me. Her expression managed to mingle shame, satisfaction, and fear all at once but, unlike before, the fear was not of me. She was, I could see, afraid of whatever it was inside her that made her have the best orgasm of her life with a man who had intentionally hurt and humiliated her, and promised more of the same. "Don't worry," I said, as authoritatively as possible, "it's normal. They just don't tell you about it in Feminism 101." Actually, of course, I had no idea whether it was normal or not, as I had never been in this position before; I just knew what I had read in books. She looked up at me, not sure whether to trust me. I held her glance for a moment, but it never resolved; and when we parted for the night, I was still not sure exactly what she was feeling. However, she had agreed to bring some things the next day in preparation for moving in with me, so it seemed I was going to have plenty of opportunity to find out. Chapter Four Shannon moved in with me the next night. She brought some clothes and other necessaries to school, and rode home with me in my car. She said that she had to go home once a week to water the plants and see that everything was all right, and I agreed. I need not describe our first night, as nothing new or interesting happened. Shannon's breasts were very sensitive from my treatment of them on the previous day, and I was not yet ready to push her again, so we made very slow and tender love. The following day, a Saturday, was a different story. Shortly after breakfast I told her to bring me her history book. "We have less than two weeks, Shannon, so you'll have to work very hard. I want you to read the first two chapters of this book today, and I'll quiz you on them this evening before dinner." "But I already read those chapters," she complained. "I know that stuff." "That's not what your test scores say," I responded. I looked at her and said, "But perhaps you're ready to be quizzed on them now?" "No, no," she said hastily, reaching for the book. I had not said what kind of quiz I was talking about, but she could tell from my look and voice that it was not the kind she was used to. "I'll read them." She took the book and went into the bedroom I had given her. After a couple of hours I brought her a cup of coffee, and inquired about her progress. She assured me that she was studying hard, but that it was slow going. I told her that she must be ready by five o'clock, and that I was going out for a while and she should get lunch whenever she felt hungry. She looked at me nervously as I left. I went first to an unfinished furniture store and bought a small but very solidly constructed rectangular dining table. I brought this home and set it up in the basement, attaching its feet firmly to the floor. I made some crude leg stocks along the short side of it out of two-by-fours and some hardware I had around the house, and set a ring in the bottom of the tabletop just above the stocks. I needed a belt that could be quickly and easily locked on to Shannon's waist, so I went to a local leather store and bought two simple belts with D-ring buckles and not much else. I cut the D-ring off one of the belts, and riveted it onto the free end of the other. With her legs in the stocks, the belt around her waist, and a short piece of chain attaching the belt to the ring under the tabletop, she would be held effectively in place facing the table, able to use her hands but unable to turn around. Finally I went to K-Mart and bought a cheap fiberglas fishing rod, stripped all the hardware off the rod part, and detached it from the handle. I bared my thigh and tried my little whip out on myself, to see how hard I had to hit to produce a given effect, and was pleased to find that it did not take much force to produce a really painful sting. My preparations complete, I looked at the clock. It was 4:30, and I had told her 5:00, so I drank a glass of wine and fantasized for half an hour. The fantasy was making me so hot that I was afraid I would not be able to control myself properly, so I went out for a walk and tried not to think about what was about to happen. When I got back I went into Shannon's room and told her to undress. She had nothing on but a robe and panties, so she was naked in seconds. The sight of her standing there, vulnerable and anxious, was so tempting that I almost forewent the lesson in favor of just fucking her brains out. I steeled myself, however, and after briefly caressing her, told her to get her history book and follow me, which she did, anxiety and apprehension clear on her face. I kept her behind me as we entered the downstairs room so that I could turn around to see the expression on her face when she saw the apparatus I had built. I had expected shock; I saw puzzlement. "What's that?" "Hmm. Think of it as a teaching machine." I led her over to it. When I closed the stocks around her legs, she finally understood, and her expression changed from one of apprehension to one of fear. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice quavering. "I'm going to quiz you on what you read today," I replied, fastening the belt around her waist. I had looked over her midterm test and quizzes, so I knew what kinds of questions she would be asked. I picked up the whip and stood alongside her. "Who led the Plymouth colony?" I asked softly. "Umm...it was...oh, damn!...umm...was it John what's-his-name?" She looked at me as though asking for his last name. "No," I said, and brought the whip down on her ass with a medium stroke. It made a nice crack! as it hit, and my already stiff cock swelled to its maximum. "Ow!" she cried out, "that hurts!" "That's the idea. Now what was his name?" "I don't know. I can't remember." She looked at me, expecting me to hit her again. Instead I asked her another question. "Why was Oglethorpe allowed to start his colony in the South?" Again I gave her a moment to answer, and again she couldn't. I whipped her again, this time a little harder. I could see that she was trying not to cry, but I could also see a few tears leaking out from the corners of her eyes. I asked her an easier question, one she was able to answer. She looked relieved, but I did not let it last. I asked another question, and when she was unable to answer I gave her another stroke, harder yet. She made a little noise this time, and her hands came around to protect her ass. I gave her no time to relax, but quizzed her again. This time she moved her hands around before I hit her, and my stroke landed on them. She yelped in pain and brought her right hand up to her mouth. Her tears were now flowing freely, and she looked at me with hatred. I gave no indication that I cared, but asked her another question, and whipped her all the harder when she couldn't answer. I was raising welts now, and hitting her about as hard as I could without breaking her skin. My cock was harder than it had ever been; it was like what I imagine those cock-stiffening drugs to be like. I could feel the pre-cum dripping out of me, and I was moving my hips in an unconscious fucking motion. Shannon was crying out with each stroke, and cursing me, and begging me to stop. She was not even attempting to answer my queries. "You fucking bastard!" she screamed, "I'll kill you!" She writhed around, straining against the belt that held her at the waist, trying to pick up her legs. Then she looked piteously at me, crying "Please stop, please. Please, I don't know, I don't know." Her body jerked against the table as the whip struck her ass. Occasionally she would try instinctively to protect herself with her hands again, but the next stroke of the whip would remind her that that was worse. I stepped up the pace even more, and gave her less time between questions. She could not answer them, of course, and my whip came down time after time, until her ass looked like an airline route map done in red. My cock was so hard that I thought the skin would break. I was not sure whether what was dripping out of me was still pre-cum, or whether I was coming slowly and continuously. I kept it up for about twenty minutes. At that point her voice began to vary unpredictably in volume when she spoke and she started looking a little crazy, so I stopped. I wanted her to be miserable, but not too miserable; though I was getting great satisfaction out of this, I really did want her to learn from it as well. Her face was covered with tears and snot, and her ass was a mass of fine red lines. As far as I could tell, I had not broken the skin anywhere, and I congratulated myself on my self-restraint. I let her loose and led her upstairs and into the bedroom. She was still crying. "On your knees," I ordered. She started crying harder at this new tribulation, but I was too far gone to care. I opened my pants and stood in front of her, my throbbing cock at head level. "Use your hands," I rasped, my voice thick with lust. She took my cock in both hands and began to jerk me off. "I want to come on your face," I breathed, "make me come on your face." Her hands moved unsteadily on my cock. I took one of them in my hand and moved it to my balls. Shannon began tickling and squeezing them, which always drives me wild. "Oh, fuck," I said, "oh god oh fuck." Looking down I saw her face, still wet from crying. I bent down and reached for her magnificent tits and saw the yellow marks on them where my fingers had squeezed hard enough to bruise them. The sight of those marks, and Shannon's ministrations to my cock and balls, sent me over the edge, and I came. Shannon closed her eyes as my cum covered her face. "Oh god Shannon you bitch fuck me oh god," I ranted. I could feel her hand grow slippery with my come as she continued to jerk me off. When she could open her eyes she slowed down and moved her mouth close to my cock. She slowly milked me for the last drops of come, letting these fall into her mouth. "Oh god," I sighed, "oh shit Shannon, oh god you are beautiful." She let go of my cock and began licking my come off her face. I stood watching her until she had gotten all that she could reach. I leaned over her and said, "Now thank me, Shannon." She looked at me as though I were crazy, and said nothing. I continued, "You deserved that whipping, Shannon, and it won't be your last." The pain and humiliation came back to her in a rush, I could tell, for she clouded up with anger. I went on, "I told you to read those chapters, and you either didn't read them, or you didn't pay attention to them. If you had, you would have been able to answer all or at least most of those questions." For the first time she spoke. "I did read them," she whined, and tears came to her eyes, "I did." I hesitated. I knew that this problem was not really her fault; she had never been taught to read properly. I had known it from the beginning, but had seen no chance of teaching her until she understood the consequences of refusing to learn. "Look, Shannon, I'm going to tell you something." I waited for her to look at me before continuing. "History is a *story*. Just like _Huck Finn_, just like a soap opera. You don't memorize the parts; you remember the whole thing, and then you can't help but remember the parts. Do you have any trouble remembering the characters from _Days of Our Lives_?" "I don't watch _Days of Our Lives_," she said sullenly, looking down. "All right, then, whatever you do watch," I said, exasperated. "Do you have any trouble remembering characters from there?" "_All My Children_" she said, then admitted, "No, I don't." "That's because you're involved in the story, and the story doesn't make sense without the characters who populate it. It's the same with history. You have to pay attention to the story, and remember that the people in it are real. Then you'll remember everything, or nearly everything." She didn't answer, but I could tell she was listening. I decided that she had had enough for one day. "Okay, Shannon, that's enough. Clean up, get dressed; I'm going to make dinner. But listen." I put my hand under her chin and raised her eyes to mine. "Tomorrow you're going to read those same two chapters over, and I'm going to quiz you on them again." Tears came to her eyes, and she started to say something, but I stopped her. "Quiet! We have less than two weeks left until finals. Even if I write your papers for you, you still have to pass those finals. And we haven't even started on English." She shut up and went into the bathroom. I went to make dinner, thinking that I had not enforced my order to thank me, and wondering if it were a mistake to let it go. Chapter Five Shannon worked hard the next day, and our "quiz" went much more easily for her. Her ass was very sore, and I realized that she was not going to be able to sit through her classes if I kept it that way, so I whipped her thighs instead. She cried, but did not lose her grip as she had on Saturday. I congratulated her, and laid out a schedule for getting her through her courses. Except for classes, meals, exercise, and "quizzes", she was to spend essentially all her time studying to pass her finals. I got to work on her papers. My biggest problem was not to write too well; I didn't want her professors getting suspicious. Fortunately, I had her old papers as models, and I was soon able to produce a pair of "C" papers that she could have written. I required her to study them, and quizzed her on them, before I let her turn them in. We had "quizzes" every day, and I alternated between the front and back of her thighs. Shannon was continually sore. She got better at studying very quickly, but she was really not too bright; though I restricted myself to the most modest sorts of questions, I was forced to whip her at least some nearly every time. I had to be careful not to break her skin, or we could have had serious problems. During this period I did not push Shannon sexually or psychologically. I needed her to concentrate on her work, and I could not punish her much more than I was doing already. Besides, our quizzes were doing the psychological work I needed done, habituating her to the idea that her body was mine to do with as I would. I got a lot of blowjobs, as her soreness made Shannon an unresponsive partner no matter what position we had sex in. Finally it was over. I gave her an incomplete in my course, and she got a "C" in English and a "D" in history. She was appropriately grateful, and thanked me effusively. I made her admit that she had needed our quizzes. We were in bed after her last final, and I was sitting on top of her, my hands pressing her breasts together around my cock. "Come on, now, Shannon," I said insistently, moving my fingers to pinch her nipples, "I want to be properly thanked for whipping you." I pinched both her nipples at once, and she drew her breath in sharply. "Oh! Oh, thank you." "Say `Thank you sir.'" She looked at me with surprise; I had never insisted on this before. "Say it," I repeated, and pinched her again, clamping down quite hard, but slowly. "Thank you---unhh---sir," she breathed as her body twitched from the compression of her nipples, and then a long "ohhh..." as I let them expand again. I felt a tingle in my balls at the sound, and a rush of pure lust ran from there to my brain. My breathing became quicker, and a little pre-cum showed on the end of my cock. "I'm going to tit-fuck you, Shannon," I said, and pressed her tits together around my cock again. Her hands reached up to help, and I began fucking her. After a moment I stopped. Her eyes flew open. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing," I answered. I reached into my bedside table and brought out a tube of K-Y jelly. I rubbed it between her breasts and returned to my position atop her. She sighed again and stroked my cock as it slid along her chest. "Press them together, Shannon," I said. "Make your tits a cunt for me." Her hands came up and pushed her tits together around my cock. They were big enough to envelop it completely. I began fucking her, first slowly, then faster. It was much easier now with the K-Y, and the sensation was beginning to get to me. "Harder," I ordered, speeding up, "press them harder." She pushed a little more, and made a little noise of unhappiness. "No," I said, my voice, as usual, hoarse, "Hard! I don't care if it hurts." She went a little farther, and I began to yell at her as I abandoned myself to the orgasm, fucking frenziedly. "Harder, goddamn it, harder! Make it hurt! I want to hear you cry, you bitch, you cunt, you goddamned cunt." I heard a little cry escape her as she pressed her tits together hard. "Oh, oh! Oh god, keep it there. Oh, yes, oh yes, oh shit I'm coming." I came hard, my cum squirting up onto her neck and face, still yelling. "Harder, you bitch, harder, oh god... ." I pulled loose from her tits and gave her my cock to suck. She took it in her mouth, but was unable to get more than a few drops. I wiped the cum from her neck and let her lick it off my fingers. When we were done we lay silent for a few minutes, and then Shannon asked a question. "Umm---can I ask you a question?" "Yes." She turned onto her side, but I didn't move to face her. "Why do you like to hurt me? I mean, why does it make you hard?" "Hmm. I've actually thought a good deal about that," I answered. Now I did turn to face her. "I've been having fantasies of hurting and humiliating women since I was about thirteen. When it started, I didn't think about it much, and then later I thought I must be a misogynist, but now I don't think so." "A mis...what?" "Oh, sorry. A misogynist, someone who hates women. I don't think I am one, because I don't have any desire to hurt women to whom I'm not attracted sexually. That is, if I hate women, I certainly don't hate all women. It has occurred to me, of course, that if I'm not sexually attracted to someone then I can't think of her as a woman, and then maybe the definition would apply again... ." "Huh?" I had lost her, musing aloud. "Never mind. Anyway, I don't think I hate women; I don't even think I hate you. I just get off on hurting you." "But how come?" "I think the answer has at least two parts. The first has to do with ownership." I reached out and stroked her hair, then brought her mouth to mine. After the kiss I said, "I don't want to lecture you... . Well...okay. The only comprehensible theory of ownership I ever heard was that you only really truly own something if you are free to destroy it. I don't want to destroy you, but the idea is the same: you're really mine if I can do whatever I like with you." I glanced over at her, but she wasn't looking at me, so I couldn't see her expression. I grabbed her upper arm and squeezed it, and again brought her to me for a kiss, a more passionate one this time. I was getting reheated; my cock was already half hard. I ran my fingernails lightly down her back. She shuddered, and I remembered that she had not yet come. I leaned back and continued my lecture, caressing her the while. "The second part of the answer has to do with domination. Most sex, at least good sex, is about domination, one partner dominating the other. I am definitely a dominant type, and so I need a submissive partner. You, on the other hand---" My hand brushed her left breast, and her nipple stiffened. I moved closer to her, my hand sliding slowly down toward her crotch. I whispered the last phrase in her ear, punctuating it with kisses. "--- are very much the submissive type." "You see---" My cock was hard again now, and both of us were breathing hard. "---sex wouldn't be any good for you unless you understood implicitly that I was in control." I pinched her nipple hard as I said the last word. She gasped and brought her face up to mine. "Oh god yes," she said. My finger entered her cunt, and she cried out. "Oh yes, oh god, oh fuck me baby oh fuck me." She began fucking my hand, but I pulled it part way out. "Say `please'," I breathed. "Please, Please," she said, seeking my finger with her cunt. "No," I said, still in control, "say `please master fuck me'." "Oh, god, I want it. Unhh---please, master, fuck me, please." "Good girl." I put my middle finger in her cunt and bent my thumb to rub against her clit. She began bucking and thrusting against my hand, and emitting little cries of pleasure. "Oh god, oh shit, oh baby, oh god oh god... ." She wrapped her arms around my neck and came, crying out louder than she had done since the first time we had fucked. I hoped it was the circumstances, and not that she liked my finger better than my cock. She kept her arms around me and her face against my shoulder after she had come, and in a moment I felt wetness on my chest. She was crying, and again I knew why. I held her close, my right arm around her back. "There, there," I murmurred, "it's okay. It's perfectly normal." Shannon said nothing, but kept crying for quite some time, after which she lay silent, my arm still around her. After about twenty minutes I realized that I was not yet satisfied. We had been having ordinary sex for too long, and I needed violence. I began to caress Shannon again, running my fingernails up and down her back and playing with her breasts, still slippery with K-Y. Her nipples hardened and she began to breathe faster as my hand went between her legs. When my finger entered her cunt again she began to moan, and her hips began to rotate. Her arms went around my neck again, and she began to breathe in my ear, "Yes, yes, oh yes, oh yes, unhhh... ." I had other things in mind, however, and withdrew my finger. "No, Shannon, that's not what I want now. I want something new." I ran my hand back up to her breasts and rubbed my middle finger in the jelly between them. "Turn over," I ordered, pulling at her shoulder. She looked at me, her eyes wide. I repeated, "Turn over," and she turned slowly over. I reached down and ran my finger up the crack of her ass, and she shivered. I found the entrance with my finger, and began to shove it in, my cock stiff as a rod as I thought about what I was about to do. I had fantasized about fucking a woman in the ass for years, and I could hardly believe that it was finally going to happen. My cock brushed against Shannon's side, and I felt the slippery pre-cum on its end. Shannon wriggled and moaned as my finger went in, and I could tell that she found it uncomfortable. When it got all the way in, she was bucking slightly as though trying to get it out. I left it still for a moment, then began slowly moving it in and out, fucking her with it. She made a little noise and moved up on the bed to get away from it, but I grabbed her hair. "No, bitch," I said harshly, "stay still. This is nothing; wait till you feel my cock in your ass." She wriggled harder, and I withdrew my finger. When I leaned over to get the K-Y, Shannon tried to turn over. "Turn over!" I said, "Get your ass in the air." She whimpered and pawed at me, trying to embrace me, but I turned her over roughly. "Do you want me to spank it before I fuck it?" I asked. "No," she whispered. I smeared more K-Y on my fingers and reached for her ass again, this time pushing two fingers in up to the the first knuckle. She cried out now, and said, "It hurts, it hurts. Please, I'm afraid of this, please." "Yes," I said, "Yes, I know it hurts." I put my arm across her back to hold her in place and slowly pushed my knuckles past her sphincter. She twisted around and tried to dislodge my hand with hers. I pulled my hand out and said, "Okay, bitch, that's enough. You asked for it." I sat up and threw my leg over the small of her back. She understood what was coming. "No, no, I'll be good. Please, no." I ignored her and brought my hand down hard on her ass. "No, no," she cried, "I'll be good, really, really, don't spank me, oh, ohhhh... ." "You should have thought of that before, bitch," I replied, and brought my hand down again. A satisfying red patch appeared on her left cheek, and my cock swelled to even greater stiffness. Shannon began to cry. "Oh god I love spanking you," I said in a whisper. I began spanking in earnest, and Shannon cried harder. I did not go on long, however; the sight of Shannon's ass, red and quivering with each stroke, was too much for me to bear. I soon climbed down and lay beside her, pushing her up to face me. Her face was wet with tears. "Are you ready to behave now?" I asked hoarsely. "Yes," she nodded. "Apologize," I ordered. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm sorry, sir," I insisted. She repeated it meekly. "I'm sorry, sir." "Now turn over." "Yes, sir." She turned over, exposing her now red but still beautiful ass. I smeared K-Y on my cock, and climbed between her legs, dizzy with lust, a noise like the rushing wind in my ears. I kneaded her ass cheeks for a minute, my cock jerking up and down with anticipation. Finally I took my cock in my hand and ran it up her crack. When I found her asshole, I pushed the tip of my cock in. "Oh!" she cried. I pushed in a little farther, and Shannon began to complain. "Oh! Oh, it hurts. Oh god, no, no farther, no, please, oh no, please." She was crying again, and her hands came around to push me away. "Oh yes," I said, my voice full of need, "Oh yes, Shannon. I'm going to fuck your ass, your beautiful ass, oh god, oh, god. I've waited long enough for this, I'm not waiting any longer." I pushed myself in farther, and Shannon began to make little squeaking noises of pain. My cock was so stiff that the area just behind the glans was actually numb. "Please no, please, you're hurting me, please," she cried. Her entreaties only made me hotter, and I pushed in more. Though I was crazy with desire, I did not want to damage her, so I was taking it slowly. Nevertheless she howled with pain. "Oh, god, you're too big, you're killing me, please stop, please stop." She tried to turn over, bringing my cock nearly all the way out. "I will kill you if you don't hold still," I growled. I pushed her shoulders down hard on the bed and put my hand on the back of her neck. "I'll fuckin' kill you, bitch, I'll kill you." I pushed myself back in to about the level I had reached before, Shannon crying out and shaking with pain. I had to stop moving for a minute to keep myself from coming; then I began fucking her ass, slowly, controlling the depth of my penetration by keeping my left foot flat on the mattress with my knee bent. I kept it up for a few minutes, trying to let her get used to the sensation. Then I let her rest, my cock still inside her. Her shoulders shook as she cried. I knew I could not wait much longer, even without moving. Shannon's ass was the tightest, hottest place my cock had ever been. The white noise in my head grew louder, and I reached underneath Shannon to grab her tits. I squeezed and kneaded them for a minute, and then could wait no longer. I squeezed her tits hard and pulled them downward as I hunched myself up suddenly, pushing all the way into her ass. As I felt my balls touch her ass Shannon screamed briefly, and the sound drove me into a frenzy. My hands moved to her shoulders, and I began fucking her wildly, my head spinning as my cock moved in and out, my hips thrusting hard against her ass. I heard Shannon crying out as I drove against her, but I could not listen; I wanted only to shoot my cum into her beautiful white ass. It did not take long. Shannon screamed as I bucked like a horse, my fingernails cutting into her shoulders, trying to drive my whole pelvis into her asshole. The feeling of my balls slapping against her ass made me grimace with pleasure, and my cock was so hard that I could not think of it as a part of me. My cum shot out with such force that I was sure she would taste it in her mouth, a cum and shit cocktail. It was the best orgasm I had ever had. Chapter Six There was a ten-day break between the end of the Spring semester and the beginning of Summer classes, and I had given Shannon the time off from studying. During this interval we played games and walked together, and Shannon's thighs healed up. After our one episode of ass-fucking, our sex was pretty vanilla for a while. I need these periods of vanilla sex; they whet my appetite for darker things. By Friday I was ready for something more interesting. I had built another restraint apparatus in the basement. Its construction was very simple; a pair of short four-by-four posts held a piece of steel pipe stationary, about six inches off the ground, while another pair of posts, about five inches behind the first, were arranged to allow the insertion of a matching piece of pipe, only about four inches off the ground. Above and slightly behind the rear posts were two two-by-fours descending from the ceiling, connected at the bottom by a third piece of pipe. I had set the height of this last piece of pipe so that I could pull Shannon's arms behind her and hook them over it, and she could still just kneel on the floor. In that position, the stationary piece of pipe on the ground would prevent her from moving forward, while the moveable piece, once inserted, would keep her from moving up or back. She would, in effect, be held to the ground at her knees with her arms hooked behind her over the upper bar. A pair of handcuffs to hold her wrists together would prevent her from unhooking her arms, and she would be held with her ass and front exposed, her tits thrust forward by the position of her arms. She would be able to writhe around a little, but not much lateral movement was possible, as the two-by-fours from the ceiling were only about two feet apart. I had not allowed Shannon into the basement since I had stopped quizzing her, so, although she knew that I was building something, she did not know what it was. Somehow she knew better than to ask. On Friday morning I demanded a blowjob, knowing that I would need to have come to keep myself in control that afternoon. Shannon complied at once, as usual. She could tell that something was going on by my silence and moodiness that day, but she asked no questions. By midafternoon she was pretty nervous, and was going out of her way to be nice to me. I rebuffed her, which made her more nervous. I was losing my mind from fantasizing about what I was about to do, but I had to take a shit before I could start. Finally it happened. "Come here," I said gruffly, coming naked out of the bathroom, my cock pointing like a sexual divining rod. I took her robe off and threw it in a corner, leaving her nude. "Go get a pillow," I ordered. Shannon left and returned in a moment with a pillow and an anxious look. She still knew better than to ask what was happening. I took her by the arm and led her downstairs. When she saw the new piece of apparatus, she began to tremble and pull away slightly. "What's that?" she asked, her voice unsteady. I didn't answer, but took the pillow from her and placed it on the ground between the posts. I pushed her over so that she was standing just behind the pillow, and drew her arms back behind her. My cock was already quivering, and pre-cum was evident at the tip. Rushes of lust were coursing through me, making my diaphragm contract periodically, and shortening my breathing. "Kneel," I ordered. With a look of terror, but without a sound, she knelt. I held her arms so that they hooked properly over the bar. I put the second piece of pipe in place between the posts so that she was held down, and then secured her wrists with handcuffs. I stepped away to view my handiwork. God, it was a delicious sight! The thought of it brings my cock to attention even now: Shannon, beautiful, young, trembling Shannon, her breasts jutting out, her ass curving gorgeously, awaiting my pleasure. I stepped behind her to take out the new whip I had bought---a proper whip this time, not a rod---and began to talk to her. "I've got a present for you," I said. My body was jerking slightly at the hips, and my voice was thick. I took out the whip and, still standing behind her, lowered it over her shoulder and let it snake down between her breasts. Shannon shook and made a little whimper of distress when she saw it. Her voice was a whisper when she spoke. "Are you gonna...I mean...oh god." She stopped to swallow. "Are you gonna use that on me?" "Yes," I replied, "I'm going to use it on your tits." I brushed it across her chest, making her shudder. Tears came to her eyes. "Please don't," she said, "please. Haven't I been good?" She looked up at me beseechingly, still not having, apparently, any idea of the effect this would have on me. I reached down to caress her tits, and spoke in her ear. "Very good, Shannon, very good. But, Shannon, it doesn't make any difference. I..." I couldn't speak for a moment for the rushing sound in my head. "I just have to. Oh god you've got beautiful tits." I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so that she was looking directly up at me. "Guess what, Shannon?" I said as conversationally as I could. "I had to take a shit a few minutes ago, and guess what? I couldn't find any toilet paper to wipe myself. I wonder how I can get my asshole cleaned up?" "No, no. Please, no." She was really crying now, and trying to pull her arms over the bar. I walked around to her front and raised the whip. Her eyes opened wide as she watched it descend, and she screamed when it hit her chest. A red welt appeared at once on the top of her left tit, and she sobbed when she saw it. Her tears fell onto her breasts, and the sight of them gleaming there drove me into a frenzy. I brought my arm down harder, hitting her right tit this time, and Shannon screamed again and writhed around, trying to free herself. As had happened on the occasion of our first "quiz," white liquid was dripping from my cock, this time onto the floor. My balls felt as though they would draw up into my body. I began hitting her tits in earnest, making sure that I left no part of them unwhipped. Lines of blood began to appear where the flail abraded the skin, and soon her tits were a bloody mess. At first she screamed at every stroke, cursing, threatening, and begging me in between, but after about fifteen strokes she began to ululate constantly, merely raising her voice when the whip struck. The only time she really screamed was when the tip would hit her nipple. I couldn't really hear her anyway; I was deafened by the rushing sound in my ears. Tears ran continually down her face, splashing her breasts. At around twenty-five strokes, I guess, drool began to run from her mouth, and her curses became incoherent noises like the sounds a deaf person makes when screaming in anger. Somewhere after thirty-five strokes I stopped, almost out of control myself. I backed away from her, panting. "I'm going upstairs," I managed to get out. I went up to the kitchen, partly to cool off myself and partly to give her a rest. I forced myself to drink something cold and breathe deeply before going back down. I was more in control than before, but I knew it was a fragile thing; I would have to be careful, or I would go too far. Maybe I already had. Shannon was letting herself hang, exhausted, from the bar when I came in. I picked up the whip, and she looked up. When she saw it in my hand, she began to cry. "No, please, no more. Please, please." She looked down at her tits, mangled and covered with drying blood. "Oh god," she said, weeping, "oh, god." I waited for her to stop crying. She didn't, but in a few minutes her crying subsided to a series of whimpers. I walked over to her, the whip in my hand. I bent down, my head next to hers. "Shannon," I said. I felt as though I was speaking directly from my cock, without mediation from my mind. She moaned, and I went on, "it's time for you to lick my asshole." She looked up. Her expression stayed blank, but fresh tears came to her eyes. She moaned again. "Shannon." She looked up at me again. I looked carefully into her eyes, searching for signs of resentment, of resistance, but there were none to be seen. She was too far gone for that, too close to mere survival.I continued, "You have to lick my asshole, Shannon. Are you ready?" She nodded, tears still falling. I knelt down on one knee and took her chin in my hand. "You have to say `please', Shannon." "Please." It was a whisper. "No, Shannon, not like that. Say `please master may I lick your asshole'." "Please master may I lick your asshole." Just barely above a whisper this time. "Do you want more of this?" I raised the whip. "No, no! Please, no more." Genuine terror in her voice. "Then say `Please, Master, let me lick your asshole, today and every day'." Her voice trembled, but she said it. "Please, master, let me lick your asshole today and every day." "Almost. I want you to mean it. Make me believe it, or I'll use this again." "Please, PLEASE, Master, may I lick your asshole, today and every day?" This time her voice, though cracked, carried conviction. She was really asking not to be hit, I knew, but it didn't matter; I had what I wanted. "Yes you may," I replied. I turned around and bent over, my ass pressed to her face. She began licking mindlessly at my crack, and I reached back to pull my cheeks fully apart. I really had not wiped myself, so I was very dirty. Shannon started licking without hesitation, starting down near my balls. My cock was jerking up and down with the sensation. When she got up near my asshole I heard her gag. "Don't throw up, bitch," I said, my voice hysterical with need. "If you throw up I'll make you eat it off the floor." She whimpered again and began licking enthusiastically, now almost at my asshole. The fire in my cock grew hotter, and I knew I was going to come. "Lick it, lick it, you bitch. Oh god, lick it. Shove your tongue up my asshole, or I'll whip your tits til there's nothing left." She gave a little cry, and tried to shove her tongue up my hole. As she pushed her head into my ass the rushing sound in my head became suddenly louder. I felt my balls tighten, and I felt them explode. Cum spurted onto the floor as I howled, "Deeper! Deeper, you fucking bitch! Oh god, suck my asshole you cunt... oh shit eat it, eat it or I'll kill you, I'll fuck you with a knife, I'll cut your tits off you goddamned cunt... ." I had never had so intense an orgasm. Since then I have learned that doctors collect sperm samples by attaching electrodes near your asshole and giving you a jolt, and that is the nearest I can come to describing the feeling: it was like electricity arcing from my asshole to my balls. Even though I had come that morning, I came and came for what seemed like hours, my cum shooting out sometimes seven or eight feet across the concrete floor. In my delirium I was smashing my ass back onto Shannon's face, and she licked it as though her life depended on it, trying desperately to drive her tongue inside me. I let her continue long after I couldn't come anymore, grinding my ass on her face, my cock hard and spasming at the touch of her tongue though nothing was coming out, my face a grin of pure animal joy. Chapter Seven Shannon was changed in several ways by her first real whipping. It had been a serious one, of course, more serious really than I had planned, and it took her quite a while to get over it physically. During this time she stayed in bed alone much of the time, and I often heard her crying. I knew that she was trying to decide to leave me, forget about our bargain, and go home. She was always polite to me, and did as she was ordered, but she was withdrawn, too concerned with her problems to pay serious attention to anything else. I understood what was going on, and left her alone except for two things: I made her keep up with her schoolwork (though I forewent quizzes for a while), and I made her lick my asshole and suck me off every day. She performed these sexual duties in an abstracted fashion, as uninterested in them as in everything else. Because of this, I got very little pleasure out of them myself; I kept them up, especially the ass-licking, to make her know, for at least a few minutes every day, that she was still my slave. Her breasts slowly healed, and after a few weeks were as beautiful as ever; the whip had, miraculously, left no scars. For a while I was scared that I had damaged her permanently despite my promise (and intent), and I made up my mind never to use such a heavy whip on her tits again. Sometime near the end of that period she made the decision to stay. I knew it when it happened, and not just because she became more cheerful. When I took her into bed, she would go for my cock with her mouth, sucking and licking, and then look up and say eagerly, "Please, sir, may I lick your asshole?" The first time this happened I was too surprised to say anything, and just nodded dumbly. She went back to my cock, licking her way down now to my balls, and then went on to my asshole, which she licked with abandon, pushing her tongue hard into my ass and jerking me off with her hand. I was so taken aback that I left her in control, and soon came in her hand. She moved so that she was facing me, and began to lick my cum off her hand, staring me provocatively in the eyes. "Was that good, sir?" she asked. "Oh, very good," I choked out. She reached her hand down to my belly and rubbed the remaining come on me, then moved down to lick it off. "Oh sir," she breathed between licks, "please let me suck you. May I suck you?" Her hand on my balls brought my cock back to life, and I shivered with pleasure. "Oh yes," I said. "Suck me, Shannon, suck me." Her mouth engulfed my cock and she began to move very slowly, teasingly, up and down. She had had a great deal of practice by now, and her mouth was as soft and enveloping as a cunt. She continued for a few minutes, then positioned her breasts over my crotch and began to move up and down, rubbing them on my cock and balls. I was moaning and my hips were moving up and down, trying to fuck her tits. "Oh, god," I moaned, "I wanna fuck your tits, Shannon. Give me your tits." She moved up so that her tits were above my mouth, and spoke again, breathing nearly as hard as I was. "Here they are, master. They're yours, suck them." I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked hard on it, and she gasped. "Oh!" she said, and let her weight push her tits down on my face. "Bite them, master. Do you want to bite my tits?" She raised herself up and swung her tits back and forth across my face, and I caught a nipple in my mouth and bit it. Shannon jerked upward, but came down again immediately, placing her tit just above my mouth. I bit her nipple again, harder this time. "Yes, master, yes," she said, her hips thrusting against my leg, "Bite me, unhhh." I grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped her over. I started slapping her tits, first one and then the other. Her hands came up instinctively to protect them, and I stopped and looked at her. "No," I said, "put them down. Expose your tits to me." She whispered, "Yes, master," and lowered her arms. I resumed spanking her tits, which were turning red. She started crying, but kept her arms down, pressed into the sheets. After a while I stopped, and she spoke again, her voice hoarse. "Thank you, master." She buried her head on the pillow next to my shoulder, still crying, and I put my arm around her, running my hand up and down her back. In a moment she put her arms around my neck and brought her mouth to my ear, and her hips resumed their earlier rotating motions. "Master," she whispered, "would you like to fuck me now?" She began rubbing herself against me, and took my cock in her hand, stroking and pulling at it. I rolled on top of her, but did not enter her yet. Instead I took her tits in my hands and played gently with them. She made a little noise, and I knew they were sore from her spanking. She said, her hips now thrusting against me, "Oh yes, oh oh yes, master, oh they hurt, they hurt. Oh, master, will you fuck me? Please fuck me. Fuck my cunt, master." "Not yet," I said. "You have to do something for me." "What?" "Take my cock in your hand and hold it." She did so, and I continued, "These tits---whose tits are they?" "Huh? They're mine." "No, wrong." I slapped the left one, not hard, and she jerked. "They're mine. Am I right?" "Yes, yes, you're right, master, they're yours." She was flushed with desire, her neck and face almost as red as her tits. "Then I can do whatever I like with them, right?" "Yes," she said, panting. "Even whip them?" I looked directly at her as I said this. Her face showed her distress as the memory of her recent whipping came back, but she said, looking me in the eyes, "Yes, master. Even whip them. Oh, master, ohhh... ." "Good girl. Good slave." I reached down and put my hand on her crotch. "Whose cunt is this?" "Yours. It's yours, master. Please fuck me, master, please." "Soon." I reached around underneath her and pinched her ass cheek, hard enough to make her squirm. "Whose ass is this?" "Ouch! Ohh, it's yours. Please, master fuck me oh god I need it oh shit oh god oh master... ." "I will if you answer one more question correctly. Why do you exist, Shannon?" She looked distraught. She was shaking with desire, and she knew she could not answer the question. "I don't know, I don't know. Please, please, I want it, unhh..." Her hips were moving up and down in an attempt to fuck the air. "I'll tell you the answer, Shannon. You exist to give me pleasure." "Yes, sir, oh yesss..." "Say it, Shannon: I exist to give my master pleasure." "I exist to give my master pleasure. Yes. Oh, please!" "Good girl." I entered her, and we began to move together in the oldest dance. I gave Shannon an orgasm, and then another, holding myself back. As she approached her third orgasm, I wrapped my arms around her neck and began fucking her vigorously, intending to climax when she did. Her body was slippery with sweat, and her breathing was very loud in my ear. She moaned, and I knew she was about to come again. As the cum rushed up from my balls I heard her whisper, so softly that she could not have intended me to hear, "I love you, master. Oh god, I love you." She was mine. Susan's Secret Life Chapter 1 I've never thought about writing a chronicle of my life before, but certain recent events have made me realize that I must trying to look back at my life to date in order to understand myself. I've lived, actually, two different lifes simultaneously. In one life, I've been a model student and, now, an attorney who is respected both for her legal abilities and her sedate, upright existence. In the other, I must admit, I've beome a shameless slut, a sex addict, fucking everyone I can. Until recently, I've been able to keep these two lives separate. Even though high school, where I earned straight A's and was the captain of the cheerleader squad, only a few people knew about my secret life. But my world started unraveling in the late 1980s when I took a job at a law firm in Phoenix. I was just out of law school at the fairly young age of 24. I had graduated from college and law school with honors, so I was interviewed by one of the top law firms in Phoenix. Riding the elevator up to the top floor, I was nervous, worrying that my shyness would overcome my sense of how could I was as a future lawyer, and so I barely noticed when the handsome young man got on the elevator on the third floor. But soon I became all to aware of him. We were alone in the elevator but instead of giving me room, he stood directly behind me. As we rode higher and higher, he came closer and closer until he was pushed softly against me from behind. I was scared so I stepped to the other side of the elevator and tried to give him a scowl to show him I wasn't interested. I looked directly at him and frowned, but he just broke into a wide, handsome grin and winked at me. I felt that he could see right through me. Right into my secret life, that is. He was younger, maybe eighteen or nineteen, and extremely handsome. His knit shirt showed off his hard muscles, and I started to go weak in the knees right then and there. I looked down quickly to hide my embarrassment and beginning lust. "I can't think about that now. I can't think about that now," I kept telling myself as I felt a flush of lust rise in my chest and my breath came in shallower sips. I could even feel myself getting wet. That's my problem. I love sex and have a hard time not thinking about it. The young man started come toward me again and I started backing away until I ran into the wall of the elevator. Luckily for me we had just reached the top floor and the doors opened. I looked up. The young man looked me in the eyes and licked his lips then turned and walked out. I was hot and flustered. How was I going to manage to get through an interview in this state? I wanted to find a bathroom and clean myself up. I wanted to be alone for a few minutes to get a grip on my runaway emotions. I'm told I'm attractive. In fact most people describe me as a beautiful blond with a body that attracts men like flies even though my breasts are not overly large. But I am increadibly shy of my body and rarely try to attract any attention. I dress in smart, tailored business suits. Smart enough to instill confidence in my colleagues and my clients, but sedate enough not to attract unwanted attention. At the same time I am constantly thinking about sex and imagining what it would be like to be fucked by almost evey man I know. Even whe waiting for a plane or bus, I will mentally undress the men around me and imagine what it would be like fucking them. I continually imagine throwing caution to the wind and becoming a slut who fucks and sucks without a second thought. My problem, of course, is that I not only have second thoughts, but thirds and forths. This was even after I was introduced to waton sex by Bob, my lover. Bob was the young man in the elevator. He is 21 years old and works at our firm doing odd jobs, delivering papers, photocopying, mail-boy, etc. He's strong and good looking. I think he must work out to have such a build. His stomach is rock hard and his muscles bulge, making me almost cream myself each time I see him. He is, by the way, not at all hard to mentally undress since he wears such tight shirts and jeans almost all the time. He is a brunette with flashing green eyes. God! Just thinking about him makes me want to . . . But enough of that. I constantly noticed Bob watching me during my first few weeeks at work. He would be walking through the office, or in the elevator, or in the parking lot. It seemed that I was seeing him everywhere. After about three weeks of working there we found ourselves alone in the elevator again one morning. "God, you're beautiful," Bob said. "Just looking at you makes my mouth water." I dodn't know what to do. I almost passed out right there. My head was spinning and I thought I was losing my balance. "My name's Bob. Bob Fletcher. What's yours?" "Ah. Sue. I mean, my name's Ms Johnson. I'm a lawyer." I lowered my head and backed against the wall. Bob laughed hard and bright. "Well. A lawyer. Listen, honey, I know what you need. You want it, you gotta ask . Stay after work an' let me know." Just then the elevator door open up and Phyllis Flat got on. Phyllis and I were friend and ven though we'd only known each other about two weeks, she knew me well enough to know that something was wrong. "Hey, Sue," she said. "What's a matter? You look all flushed. You o.k.?" "Yeah, I'm o.k.," I managed to say, half whispering half stuttering. As the clock approached five, I felt worse and worse. I sat at my desk but no work was getting done. I couldn't think straight. I knew I wasn't going to stay late. I'd just go straight out the door at five. No problem. That would be that. I was trying to leave all of my second life behind. New job. New city. No one has to know. Please, God, help me from letting it all start up again. I love it, God help me, but please. . . . At five to five as I walked out of my office to the water cooler, I saw him standing beside the elevator, leaning against the wall and smiling at me. I knew I was a goner. I had to stay. Yet I kept telling myself that I'd walk right past him and just go out, but in my heart of hearts, I knew I'd stay. At five, Phyllis asked me. "Hey, you coming? Can't work your whole life." "Oh, sorry, Phyllkis. You go on. I got a bit more on this case. Don't want to have to take it home with me." Even then I told myself that I'd go. Just stay a few minutes. If I ran into him, I thought, I'd tell him what's what. I'm not interested in him or anything he's got. I rehearsed a dozen things I was going to say and then promptly forgot them all immediately. I couldn't think straight. Five after the hour there was a knock on my door, then the handle turned and he walked in. "Well, sweet Sue. Bet we're going to have a sweet time." His smile flashed as he softly closed the door. "No. I mean, I don't know what you . . . I mean, what do you . . . Who do you think . . . What do . . ." I stammered, absolutely unable to think straight. "You know exactly what I want. I want to turn you inside out. Make you cum like the bunny you are. Give you something like you've never had it. Ever. Make love to you so rich and full . . . . Well, what do ya, say? Do we do? Or do we don't?" I couldn't breathe. I couldn't talk. I lowered my head. "Do," was all I said. Bob walked around to my side of the desk. He grabbed me firmly by the shoulders and stood me up. His hands shot to my breasts and roughly felt them suit coat and shirt. His fingers found my braless nipples and they immediately hardened to his touch. "No, Bob! I cant'. I mean. Jesus." I ground against him dispite myself, pushing my cunt against his jeans. I could feel a damn burst inside me emotionally and, at the same time, I could feel myself flow inside. Suddenly I realized what had happened. I was pissing! In my confusion, I hadn't gone to the bathroom all afternoon and now I was pissing myself! I was able to shut it off immediately, but still the front of my skirt was wet. "Oh, baby, pissing yourself, huh? What a lawyer! Sign of a real professional. Pinch their clit and they piss themselves. Well, you better take off that skirt, bitch. Look at my jeans. You got me wet too. We're going ta see about this." But before he let me free, he pulled me roughly to him and mashed his mouth against mine, grabbing my buns from behind and squeezing them. I could feel his massive cock shoved against my cunt. I squirmed against him, mashing my cunt and belly into his and moving in hot, hard circles against him. God, I wanted it! "Yeah, you're going to get it too!" It was as if he had read my mind. "But first you gotta say hello to my friend." Bob ripped down his zipper and pulled out a beautiful, rigid cock. He grabbed my hand and brought it to his dick. I couldn't help but give it a soft squeeze. It was lovely. Hot and hard and I felt it had my name written all over it. I moaned and squeezed some more. "Introduce yourself, babe. Personal like." He shoved me down to my knees until I was looking directly at his big, beautiful cock. "Come on, Sweet Sue, give it a lickity split. Pretend it's a banana." I was still holding it and softly stroking it when I stuck out my tongue and tasted its tip. The precum oozed out onto my tongue and then I let my tongue go further and caress the bottom of the fat, swollen head. God, I loved it. Every inch. Every lick. I just had to have it. All of it. Ashamed as I was, I cupped my lips about the head and, still stroking with my hand, swirled my tongue around and around, tasting the sweet baby flesh, hot and warm, then I'd suck in and tickle the under head with my tongue. Finally I let him sink in while grabbing his sweet buns. And I had to see more and I pumped up and down on him so I opened his belt and, pulling momentarily away, lowered his jeans and shorts and stared at his muscular legs as he stepped out of his clothes. I continued sucking his beautiful cock, feeling wicked and naked, fully dressed in my professional garb while he stood there exposed. I felt his ass tighten up and he began to spurt in me. Since I am shy, I tried to pull back and away, but he grabbed my head and pulled me down on him as he spurted into my mouth. I loved it! Necter of the gods. Hot, sweet sperm rolling around in my mouth and down my throat. "Look out tummy," I wanted to say, but my mouth was full at the time. "Goddamn! That was fine. Fine," Bob said as he pulled me to my feet and suoved his still throbbing cock against the wet patch on my skirt. "Now it's time to get outta these, bitch, " indicating my skirt and blouse. "But I have to go to the bathroom," I said, embarrassed. "You going take a piss?" "I have to urinate." I said, blushing to even say it in front of a man. "Please," I pleaded with my eyes. He seemed to relent, "Okay, honey, but make it quick. We ain't done. Not by a LONG shot!" When I got back from the bathroom, Bob was start naked laying on my couch and pulling on his still hard cock. He didn't seem in the least embarrassed to be masterbating in front of me. I couldn't believe it. The he stood up and walked over to me. "Take off your clothes." I did as he asked. slowly pulling down my skirt and stepping out of it, then taking off my coat and blouse. I felt SO NAKED standing in front of him in only my bra and panties, garter belt and stockings. "What are you waiting for?" He asked while runing one hand up and down my side and continuing to masturbate with the other. Suddently he pushed his fingers against my cunt outside my wet panties, then stopped, pulled away from me, pulled down my panties, then slid that wonderful dick into my already hot, wet cunt. We fucked our way over to the couch and I fell back on it. God it felt great as he stroked hard and long in and out while crushing my mouth with his. He dug his hands into my tight buttocks then suddenly grabbed my bra and pulled it down over my tits. While still fucking me, he bent his head and sucked on one tit while mauling the lother. He pumped faster and faster, bringing me to a series of orgasams until I was shaking in an uncontrollable frenzy of delight as he pumped a hot load of cum nto me. He lay still while I continued shaking and trying to pump beneath him bringing myself to yet another orgasm. He pulled out, then began to rub his wet cock all over my stomach and tits, pulling himself over me and rubbing up and down. I've never felt more naked or more alive. Skin to skin. In spite of my embarrassment, I couldn't keep my hands off of him. "Did I tell you true, or what? That was some fuck, huh?" Embarrassed, I looked down at his cock, still hard, laying on my stomach, "Ah . . . Yes. I mean . . . I mean, yes. I mean I loved it. I really did. God! I was great. I mean , yes. I liked it. I like you. I mean, I ah, love. . ." "That's okay. I know what you mean," and he kissed me long and tenderly. I melted right there. At that moment I knew I was his to do with as he wished, and _I_ wished he would wish a lot. And he did. Thank God. After work the following Monday, as I was preparing to leave the office, Bob demanded a blow job. There was never any question of doing what he said to do. I vividly remembered my orgasm, the total release and satisfaction, and wanted more. He pulled me into an empty office and pulled down his fly. "Go fishin', bitch," he demanded. I set down my purse and started to take off my hat and suit jacket. "Leave the hat on! But take of that jacket, open your blouse and pull out your tits" I did as he asked, though I had to unsnap my bra first. He pulled me to him and fingered both tits roughly. "Oh, yeah, Baby. You're something. Nice tits, bitch." Then he pushed me down and demanded, "Pull it out and blow me, Cunt." I reached in but had a hard time pulling his dick out because it was so hard and in at an awkward position. "Fuck!" he said and pulled it out for me. I couldn't believe how great it looked. I opened my lip and softly sucked the red head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the bottom. "Do it, bitch!" and he grabbed my hair from the back of my head and shove himself into me until he ran into the back of my throat. I was gagging and coughing and crying, but he continued to ram into me, occasionally pulling out and rubbing his dick all over my face, spreading pre-cum and spit across my cheeks and ruining my make up. When I finally felt him about to cum, I sucked harder and harder, pulling his dick with my hand and sliding my other around him to cup his ass. God, I was hot! And I wanted to drink him down. But he pulled out at the last minute and squirted all over my face. I continued to milk him until he stopped and licked and sucked him till he was clean. I collapsed on the floor as he zipped up and walked out. On Friday afternoon, Bob gave me his address and told me to be there by noon on Saturday. I went, of course. I was his, and he knew it. We fucked all day and into the night. I was dressing to leave, standing on wobbly legs, hugging Bob around the neck, when he patted my buns and said, "Same time, next Saturday, slut." "Why do you have to talk so mean to me?" I asked. "Sometimes mean an' sometimes not. You got an objection?" "No, honey, I'll be here. I love you. I'll do whatever you want," and I held him pushing against his hardness. I couldn't get enough. "See you in the office after work on Monday, slut." "I'll be waiting, Bob." On the second Saturday, Bob wasn't alone when I arrived. "This is my friend, Tom," smiled Bob. Tom was a bit older than Bob, about 21, I thought. He was 5'10", had thinning hair, and had a small paunch. But you could tell he had a lot of upper body strength. He was probably a football player in high school, I thought, maybe a lineman. He was wearing a blue striped tea shirt and cutoffs. His legs was hairy and muscular. I said hello to Tom and the three of us talked for a while. I couldn't wait for him to leave, so Bob and I could get on with the fucking! I get hot just being close to Bob. Bob patted me on the knee and smiled again, saying, "I told Tom you would play strip poker with us." I couldn't believe what I'd heard. "I . . . I can't do that, Bob." I couldn't understand why Bob would say that, and wondered how far he was going to push me. "Well, Babe, then I guess you better get your coat and get the fuck out of here. No more fun times with me." I knew Bob was serious. I'm embarrassed to admit I thought about it for only a few seconds. I was not prepared to give up Bob's pleasures so easily. "Okay, Bob, I'll do it." With a huge grin, Bob walked over to the kitchen table and sat down. A deck of card was sitting on the middle of the table. Tom walked over and took a seat then looked at me. I lowered my head and walked over. Tom lost the first hand and, instead to taking off his shirt or shoes and socks, he stood up and proudly unzipped his cutoffs. He wasn't wearing any underwear! I was shocked and excited at the same time. His hard dick jumped out and he slid down the cutoffs and sat back down. "You like that?" Bob asked. I lowered my head and nodded, then quickly shook my head "no." I could feel myself getting very wet beneath the sheer black panties I had worn for Bob's benefit. I lost the next two hands and took off my heels and stockings. At first, I tried to take off only one stocking, leaving my other attached to the garter belt around my waist. "Hell, it wouldn't be fair to Tom! Both stockings, bitch!" I turned in my chair away from Tom, lifted my skirt above my stockings and, one at a time unsnapped the garters and rolled down the stockings. Tom and stood up and came silently around to watch me befor I noticed. In fact the first thing I saw was the bob bing white dick in front of him. I turned red, but finished what I had begun. "God!" Tom exclainmed, "Would you look at those legs!" I turned back, tucking my legs under the table. Even though Tom was far more exposed than I was, I felt as though I was stark naked in front of a stranger. Tom took another step toward me and put a hand on my knee. Then he knelt down beside me and ran his hand up and down my calf, moaning and cupping the calf in one hand and his dick in the other. I thought he was going to jack off right there. I looked at Bob for help, but he just sat where he was, grinning and shuffling the card. Then he started dealing again. Tom stood up and walked back to his seat, his boner bouncing before him. "Wow," he said under his breath, looked at Bob and laughed. Bob laughed back and continued dealing the cards. I picked mine up, in part to cover my embarrassment. I had a good hand. Two pair and an ace. I discarded the ace and ended up with a full house. Bob lost the hand and, like Tom, he took off his jeans. Like Tom, he wasn't wearing any underwear and his dick popped out, hard and ready. I couldn't restrain myself. I could only stare. It was longer than Tom's and looked delicious. Tom had been watching me and laughed. "You're are ready, aren't you?" Tom asked. I was too embarrassed to answer and looked down again at my cards, even though the hand was long over. Bob stepped out of his jeans and walked around to my side of the table. I watched his cock bouncing before him out of the corner of my eye. "Say hello to your friend," he demanded when he finally stood before me. I looked more directly at his cock, still terribly embarrassed to be doing this in front of his friend. "Hello," I weakly muttered. "No, bitch!" he grabbed my hair and shoved his hard dick in my face, "Say hello like you meant it." I said hello louder and, as he pulled my head toward him, kissed the red head of his dick. I could sense the cum in it welling up and could see a clear drop gather on the head. I kissed it again, even after he had let go of my head, lightly licking off the clear drop, then dropped my head, embarrassed. Bob laughed, walked back to his seat and dealt another hand. This time I was dealt trash. I discarded three cards, but only managed two fives. I was worried. Next, would come my white blouse. Then Tom would see me in my bra. And besides that, I only had a skirt, black panties and matching garter belt. But the men only had shoes and shirts. Nneither was wearing socks. Tom had three of a kind and Bob had two pair. I didn't set down my cards but froze looking down onto the table. I was on the verge of tears, but at the same time I was terribly horny. "What you got, bitch?" said Bob with a wide grin. He knew I had lost the hand. For a minute, I regretted everything. My long years of teasing cocks, my affair with Bob, my entire double life. Everything. I laid down my cards and slowly started to unbutton my blouse from the top down. When I got near the waist, I had to push back my chair and pull out the bottom of the blouse to continue. This exposed a portion of my bra for the first time. When Tom saw the black lace peak out from beneath my white blouse, he gave a low whistle. I finished unbuttoning my blouse and looked up at Bob pleadingly, although I already know it wouldn't do any good. "Alley-opp," Bob said. Looking down, I pulled up front of my blouse, aware that in so doing my tits strained against the bra as they pulled up and out. The I slid my blouse off of my arms and let it drop to the floor on one side. I pulled my arms in close to my body, attempting to hide what I had just exposed. "No, no, Bitch. Sit up right!" Bob warned. I straightened slightly, exposing more of my lace cupped tits. The nipples stood out straight revealling my excitement to both men and further embarrassing me. I only looked down at the table and continued doing so even as Bob lost the next hand and, standing up, stretch to take off his knit shirt. He was now naked except for his shoes, but I didn't dare look at him. Mercifully, Tom lost the next hand and, like Bob, removed his shirt. When his eyes were covered with the shirt I looked at him. At his beautiful white skin, his broad chest, and his hard white dick that seemed to be mocking me. I could not suppress a soft moan that exceped from my lips. Realizing I had been caught, I looked again down at the table as both men laughed. The next hand was a disaster! I was dealt trash, discarded trash, and ended up with trash. I was horrified. Both men laid down their hands, both of which beat mine. Now I must decide: skirt, bra, or garter. I was petrified! I couldn't seem to move. If I took off the bra, Tom would see my beautiful tits. I would be complete naked above the waist. If I removed my skirt, I'd have to stand up, revealing more of my tits beneath the bra, and to take it down. And then all I had on beneath it were panties and garter belt. The panties were sheer. You could see my pussy hair beneath them, but not the lips. If I took off the belt, I'd have to turn around, hike up my skirt all the way, revealing my panties, unsnap the belt, and pull it out. I decided to go for the belt. I turned toward Bob's side of the table, lifted my butt slightly off the chair while raising my skirt. Bob watched with a big smile on his face, but when he saw my hands go for the snap of the garter belt, he said, "No way, bitch. That doesn't count. You're going to leave that on until we tell you differently." By that time Tom had stepped back agoud the table, naked except for his shoes. He saw my panties and smiled as he placed a hand on my upper thigh. I was startled and gave an involentary jump. "Relax, honey," Tom said lowly, "I'm just checking things out." And he let his hand roam up almost to the bottom of my panties. Despite myself I spread my legs further apart as he came closer to my pussy, but he just laughed and stood up. "I told you she was a hot bitch, didn't I Tom?" Bob said to his firend. "Now," he asked, " what's it going to be?" That broke my trance. I quickly pulled my skirt back down, turned back toward the table, and unhooked my front-snapped bra with trembling hands. Shaking with fear and lust, I pulled the straps backward off my shoulders fully exposing my smooth white tits capped with pink, hard nipples. "All right!" Tom said appreciatively and licked his lips. Again, I foolishly tried to cover up as much as possible by hyunching forward and drawing my arms around in fornt of me, but Bob would have none of it. "For Christ's sake, he's already seen them. Sit the fuck up right." I did, knowing I was blushing terribly. My tits stood out from my body over the table, and both men stared. Tom lost the next hand, stood up in my full view, kicked off his shoes. I didn't look. I felt he was taunting me, and I wasn't going to let him see my interest if I could help it although I burned inside to look. I could only see his beautiful cock bouncing around out of the corner of my eye. The next hand was the worst I had all night. All low cards, no pairs. Discarding three, I managed to pick up a pair of fives. But Tom had a full house and Bob had a pair of eights. (I didn't even know why Tom kept playing? What was going to happen to him if he lost, I wondered.) I had no choice. I had to take off by skirt. Thinking back on it, I guess I could have removed my pants beneath the skirt, trying not to expose myself in so doing, but I didn't think of that then. Looking down, I pushed my chair back and stood up. My hands, shaking, fumbled at the buttons on the right side, and when I'd released them I was shaking too hard to catch the skirt. It fell at my feet. I was ready to cry out of frustration, fear, lust, and several other emotions I cannot describe. So I just stood there, slightly slumped over, not knowing what to do. Suddenly I felt Tom's hand on my upper arm. He rubbed it up and down softly, almost tenderly except for a squeeze now and then. Here I was, almost naked, in a pair of sheer black lace panties which barely covered my pussy and which allowed the bottom cheeks of my ass to stick out and a black garter belt, standing in front of two naked men, neither of whom was my husband. I wanted out, but at the same time I was drawn deeper in. I even momentarily had an urge to finger myself from outside my panties, but I restrained myself. I sat back down. Through all my shame, I still wondered what Bob would have Tom do if he lost the next hand. But Bob lost the next hand instead and remove his shoes. I knew it was going to happen eventually and it did. I lost another hand. I looked at Bob pleadingly. But I could tell from the look in his eyes that nothing was going to get me out of this one. "Come here," Bob said as he stood up and walked over to the living room. "Bob . . ." I said, pleading with my eyes. "Come here, I said." So I stood up and walked slowly over to him, aware that my firm tits slightly bounced with every step. I didn't dare look at Tom so I was surprised when I felt him at my side, again rubbing my arm. I glanced over, nervously and saw his hard dick sticking out. God I was horny! And scared. "Now take them off." Bob said. "Slowly." I put both hands on the sideband of my black panties and slowly slid them down my hips. I could hear Tom moaning as my blond pussy hair slowly came into sight. When I had gotten them midway down my thighs and had just started to bend over to pull them all the way off, Tom said "Stop." I looked up at Bob and Bob nodded. Tom dropped to his knees in front of me and, shoving his face into my tummy, grabbed the cheeks of my ass and softly carressed them. While he rubbed his cheeks then his lips then his cheeks across my belly, he moaned and let his hands fall down the back of my legs, carressing the back of my thighs then my soft calfs then the back of my thighs, all the while careful not to pull my panties any further down. Finally his head went lower and he kissed my lower belly, just above where my pussy fur began while kneeding my ass cheeks harder and harder. He shoved his chin down on my pussy. Despite myself, I pushed back against hims and a soft moan of yearning escaped my lips. He just kept rubbing my ass, thighs and scalfs, turned his face and rubbed his cheek up and down against my lower tummy and pussy. Just as abruptly as he began, he stopped, stood up, and held me by the shoulders at arms length, looking at my body up and down. "I told you she had a great bod, didn't I?" Bob asked. "You sure the fuck weren't lying, buddy," Tom said as he looked me up and down. I tried to look away, then down, but when I looked down all I could see was Tom's beautiful dick pointed at my belly button. "Great tits," and with this Tom let go of my shoulders and cupped both tits in his hand, "great ass" he knelt and cupped my ass, "firm belly" he stroked my tummy softly, "and fantastic cunt" as both of his hand played outside of my cunt. I was almost choaking with lust and humiliation. Tom hugged me poking his cock into my belly and rubbed it around. I couldn't seem to catch my breath. Then he stood back. "Ok, you can take your panties all the way off." I bent over, feeling Bob's cock poke one cheek of my ass, and pulled my panties down until they fell off. Then stepped out of them and stood still. Here I was, naked except for a garter belt standing in front of two, horny, naked men. I started shaking. "Time for the next hand," Bob announced and walked over to the table. Tom followed. I could not move. I was trembling with shame and excitement. Afraid of was was going to happen next and dying for it at the same time. I felt cold and empty and was actually shaking. "Come on, honey; it gets better." Bob said. I walked over to the table and sat down, slightly surprised by the cold metal of the chair. I didn't know what was going to happen to the next person who lost a hand, but I should have guessed. I could barely play my cards since I was so scared, but I managed to get three sixes. Tom only had a pair of tens. Bob had two pair. "O.K.," bitch, it's your choice. "What . . . what do you mean?" I stammered. "You've got the high hand and Tom's low. You can make him do anything you want." "What?" I asked. "Well, you can't injure him, but you can make him do anything you want. Only not to me, you know. I'm not into that stuff." "I don't want him to do anything." I said, which was not really true. Maybe I could have said I wanted him to leave so I could fuck Bob, but that would have been even more untrue. "You want him to eat you? Fuck you? Jack off in front of you? What?" "Ah, no. I mean no. Yes." I stammered like a fool. "Maybe jack off, o.k.?" "Hell, if that's what you want, sure baby, " Tom said, "I'll jack off. But you gotta give me some inspiration. Sit up on the table with your legs apart. I looked at Bob, but he only nodded. "Give him something good to see, baby. Let him see your sweet snatch." "But I thought I could have _him_ do anything for ME." "Oh, shut up and get up on the table." As Tom got up holding his cock in his hand, I stood and climbed up onto the table and slightly spread my legs. "Wider." Said Bob. "Wider." I opened them as wide as I could and still keep my balance. Tom stood in front of me grinning and stroking himself. "Here, spit in my hand, baby." he said holding his right hand out to me. But I couldn't spit. My mouth was totally dry. All I could do was watch him stroke himself and gulp. Tom looked directly at my pussy and moaned while pulling up and down on his beautiful cock. After a few minutes, Tom abruptly stopped. "Wanta save this for later," he said. "Next hand" announced Bob. This time I lost and Tom won. "This is it, baby. Now you get fucked!" Sen said as he laid down on the carpet. "Put it here," he said pointing to his cock. "You put it in!" I hesitated, but Bob said "Put out or get out. And you won't be coming back!" So I walked over to Tom, put my feet on either side of his hips, thus exposing my pussy lips to his hungry gaze, and slowly lowered myself. I reached between my legs and grabbed his hard cock. God it felt good. But I was still trembling. I couldn't seem to stop. And my eyes filled with water. Probably fear, lust and sham, all wrapped up together. I could feel that hard cock in my hand. I could feel it pulsing with need. Chickening out, I pushed up cunt down onto his stomach, letting go of his cock, but then reaching it from behind and shameless pumping on it as I squirmed, pushing my pussy all over his belly and chest. I was so horny that I made whimpering noises with as I scooted over his naked belly. He grabbed my tits and pressed them together then let his hand slide down to my hips and pulled me to his mouth, sticking his tongue far inside me with one quick thrust and sqirling it around inside, then shoving me back down toward his cock. Then I knew I had to have it. I raised myself, grabbed the base of his dick, and slowly lowered myself. But again my shyness overcame my lust momentarily and I chickened out. I pushed down, rubbing the length of his cock against my pussy lips, up and down, up and down, teasing both of us almost to distraction. Tom was rubbing my thighs and grabbing and rubbing my soft tits. Finally I couldn't take it any more. I raised back up and lowered myself right over his cock. As I felt the tip of his dick touch my opening, I whimpered and becan shaking with lust. I moaned loudly and the cock head push againt the tight, wet opening, then even louder as it crossed the threshold. Slowly I lowered myself further and further, taking in all of his hot length. Tom's hands grabbed my hips and I sunk down on his cock and he began thrusting up until I was stabbed to the very dpeth. Now I couldn't stop myself. I pulled up and pushed down, feeling that cock, beautiful cock slide out and in, out and in. Tom grabbed at my tits and ass, thrusting up and down in time with me. He managed to pull me down on him and sucked on my tits. "Oh, honey. Look at these tits. So fucking good. Smooth juicy tits. And your fucking ass. I'm going to fuck you in your beautiful ass. Loo at these pink nipples. Like they ain't never been kissed." And he sucked and pulled as I rode up and down and up and down, grabbing his head, his hair, running my hands up and down his sides, my trembling now turned into uncontrollable shaking with hot lust. Never feeling so ashamed and aroused at the same time unti he grabbed me around my lower back and drilled harder and harder into me and finally let loosed a hard, hot stream of cum. I could feel its hot wash deep inside. And we lay there, together, shaking with lust and exhaustion. calming down, then shaking somemore, then calming. I rolled my hips around trying to feel more and more of him. Then lay still. I had lost all sense of where I was and what I was doing, until I heard Bob applauding behind me. "Fuckin' great. That was great." Then, "time for another hand." I was almost too weak to walk but managed to pull myself up and stagger over to the table. Tom was also weak. I looked down but gave him a shy smile as he sat. "While you two were balling your brains out, I called George," Bob said. "Thought we'd make things more interesting." Oh, no! I thought. I can't handle it anymore! This is too much! Susan's Secret Life Chapter 2 I know I must sound inexperienced but I'm not. In fact, that day was not even the first time I'd played strip poker. The first time was when I was twelve. My parents had taken Billy, my ten-year old brother, and I to visit my aunt and uncle and cousins in Maine that summer. It looked like it as going to be a boring visit. The only exciting thing, for me, was my fifteen-year old cousin, Bert, who I immediatedly developed a crush on. He was dark and good looking, as the story goes, and I was just beginning to feel the sexual urges within me, but I was too shy to let him know how I felt. He would probably laugh at me anyway, I remember thinking. One afternoon at their house, I was bored and walked around in the woods behind the subdivision daydreaming about Bert. I was not certain of my sexuality, but knew I wanted to see him naked. I thought about his lips kissing my budding breasts, licking my pink nipples maybe, and his fingers in my crack. Occasionally, I would let my hand slip down the front of my skimpy white shorts and finger myself. Sometimes, I would sneak the other hand up under my yellow tank top and squeeze my tiny tits. But I was very worried about being seen and so wouldn't feel myself for long. I was super hot, though, cause I didn't dare finger myself in bed at night since I had to share a bed with Sarah, my twelve-year old cousin. The only time I'd masturbated since arriving, was once in the bathtub, and that was a mistake since right after I came, thinking about Bert, who should accidently barge in but Bert himself? I had forgotten to lock the door! Fortunately, I was taking a bubble bath so the most he could have seen was one of my small, pink breasts. He smiled quickly, looked straight at me, and excused himself and backed out. I couldn't look at him for several days after, although I could almost feel him looking at me everytime we were near one another. Occasionally, I would glance up and see him wink at me. I was very shy and would look down immediately. So that afternoon I was very hot and fingered myself more than I normally would have under similar circumstances. Suddenly I heard a bunch of boys' voices. I recognized one of the voices to be that of Billy, my brother. I crept through the pines until I came to a small clearing. There was Sammy, my younger cousin who played with Billy, taking a piss. I could see his little dick, and I gulped. It was small but hard and he fondled it while he was pissing. Soon, he finished, zipped up, and walked down a small trail toward the rest of the voices. I followed. Suddenly I came to the edge of a larger clearing and stepped off the trail. I could hear the boys' voices coming from this area. Carefully, I crept through the foliage until I could see into the clearing but was sure the boys couldn't see me. There was Billy and Sammy and about four other boys. I could hear them clearly. They were talking about the magazines they were looking at. "Wow! Look at them boobies. I'd love to fuck them." said one of the kinds. "But look at her cunt," said my brother, Billy. "Jesus!" One of the boys unzipped. I thought he was going to piss right there. But he didn't. He just fondled his little hard dick while looking at the pictures in the magazines. The other boys looked at him and laughed a bit, but then another pulled out his little dick and did the same. Then my brother pulled out his. They were soon all jacking off to the pictures. "God, I wish we had a girl right here to fuck," my cousin said. I couldn't believe my eyes. Six preteen boys trying to masturbate had gotten me very hot. My hand slipped back into my shorts, and I began to finger my tight little blond puzzy. My other hand reached under my tank top and squeezed my right breast. This time I was going to go all the way. I was too horny to stop! But in my excitement, I tumbled over in the bushes. "Jesus!" One of the boys said. I looked up and thought they were all going to run away. But one zipped up quickly and ran to where I was. I'd managed to straighten up and pull my tank top down, but there was a wet patch on the front of my white shorts and a strand of my hair was stuck in a branch or a bush. "Hey, you guys. Come here. Quick!" yelled the boy who'd come up on me. I tried to turn and run, but my hair was stuck and the boy grabbed one of my ankles from behind in a classic tackle. I fell on my face onto a soft carpet of needles. I was free from the branch and knew I could power past the kid, but by the time I'd pulled one foot free, another kid was there and grabbed it. Soon all the boys were there and they all grabbed me and shoved me down as I struggled and squirmed beneath them. I could here my brother say, "Jesus! It's Suzi. My sister. Hold her down, guys. She'll tell on us." By now I was crying and trembling with fright, embarrassment and frustration. I was also very horny. A number of the boys had grabbed at my ass while we struggled and one had got his fingers around my tit and squeezed a bit. I soon gave up struggling. I thought it was time to try another ploy. "I won't tell." I said through my sobs. "Just let me go. Please?" I pleaded. "No, man, don't let her up." I could feel the little hand try to grab my tit again, so I shoved my self down harder against the ground. "Come on, guys. Let's get her up. But hold on to her. Don't let her run. I gotta idea," said Sammy. The boys pulled me to my feet. I didn't resist. I was too tired and humiliated. Now, I knew they could all see the wet spot on my shorts. But they didn't look. They were too busy making sure I couldn't get away. Two kids held both arms and one grabbed me tightly around the waist from behind. They were smaller that I was, but I knew I couldn't struggle against their numbers. It would be futile. They walked me into the clearing. The boy who wasn't holding me, grabbed the front of my shorts and pulled, leading the way. I could feel the back of his fingers against my stomach when he would stop for a moment. "Let's tie her up to the tree." "O.k." "Go get that rope, guys." "Yeah, tie her up." Soon I was tied to a small birch on the side of the clearing. The sun was still high enough to come over the edge of the trees and warm my body. "I hope it dries my shorts before they see," I thought. "Billy, let me go. Please. I won't tell," I cried. "Let me go!" "Fuck her, Billy," Sammy said. "We got her and we're going to keep her. She can scream as loud as she wants, no body can hear. She's ours for the afternoon, buddy." "O.k." Bill said. I knew Billy wouldn't protest. He often teased me and grabbed at me. I knew he had sexual urges for me. And I'd catch him trying to look up my skirt sometimes or "accidently" feel my leg when he dropped something at the dinner table. "Come on, guys, let me go. Please." "O.k., we'll let you go. If you'll show us your boobies," said the little boy who had been pissing earlier. I was scared and shy. "No. No. Just let me go." But I was also turned on. A lot! "Hell, guys. We don't need her permission. Just pull up her shirt," Sammy said. Obviously he was the leader. He grabbed the bottom of my tank top and slowly pulled it up. I pushed back against the tree keeping the shirt from riding higher than my upper tummy. Two of the others, however, caught on and pushed me away from the tree. Sammy soon had my tank top gathered under my armpits. He held it there staring at my small, pink breasts. "Wow!" he said. "They're not like in Penthouse, but they sure are nice." "Yeah," said another kid as he reach out to touch one. His little fingers massaged the whole surface, but I struggled and the top fell partially down. Sammy pulled it back up, rolled it and tied it with a piece of string so it would stay up. As he tied it up, he pressed his hard little body against mine and looked right in my face. It wasn't until that moment that I realized how much like Bert he looked. Two of the other had pulled their little dicks out and were stroking them with one hand while tenatively feeling me up, my tits, my stomach, with the other. One kid ran his hand over the front of my shorts and another over my buns. Sammy unzipped and unbuckled his pants and let them fall to his feet. He had the biggest cock, but it was still small. I couldn't take my eyes off of it at first, then looked down when I saw him looking directly in my eyes and wink. He looked just like a miniature Bert! A couple of the boys started softly rubbing their cocks against my legs. "Stop that, you guys! I'll tell." I was screaming and crying, but to tell the truth I was extremely horny by this time. Seeing those little hard dicks and feeling them against my legs, had really turned me on. I could feel myself push against them, their smooth, little hard cocks on my naked legs! And my ass started slowly pumping out away from the tree. Before I knew it, my crying had stopped and a soft moaning had begun. "Jesus! She's hot, guys," Billy said. "Let's strip her naked!" With this, I half came to my senses. "No! Please." But I could feel myself get wetter and wetter and pump a bit further with my butt away from the tree. Bill unsnapped my shorts, hooked his thumbs in the sides, and began to pull them slowly down. I kept telling him to stop, but feeling those little cocks against my smooth naked legs, I sure didn't mean it. I was theirs, and I think they knew it for sure. The kids pumping my legs stopped for a minute while my shorts were pulled down my long legs and I stepped out of them, still thrusting against the air. Then they were back on me, one was big enough to pump my upper thigh and would occasionally get his cockhead as high as my white panties. Meanwhile the others were feeling me all over. I even felt one boy open my hand which was tied behind the tree and place his little dick in it. I squeezed tenderly and pumped it as much as I could. My eyes were closed most of the time and I was moaning and really loving the smooth needing feel of little hard cocks pressed all over me from the upper thighs down. A couple kids had been feeling my tits and a couple fondled my pussy from outside my panties. I was delirious. Then I felt someone pulling down my panties and gasped. I open my eyes just in time to see my panties come down and my wet little teenage cunt be exposed for all to see. Sudeenly they all stopped and stood back, surveying my twelve-year old body. There I was, entirely exposed in the warm light of day, my panties around my knees, standing in front of six ten-year olds. Most were almost entirely naked by this time and all of their little dicks stood up like toy soldiers at attention. A couple of them fondled themselves as they looked at me. "Gosh." "Gee." "Cunt!" The boys were quiet. I thought they might be scared. I knew I was, but I also knew I was still very horny. Apparently they were too because they all came back and began to push against me once more, only this time a couple ran their fingers through the hair on my pussy and Sammy even let a finger begin to slip in. I pushed out and against him and felt the finger enter me from in front while I felt two little dicks push against my upper thigh in the rear and hands caressed my tight, little buns. One kid even tried to stick his finger in my asshole, but I pulled further away and he gave up. I have never been so turned on in my life, and the boys knew it. One was sucking on my tits and fingering me while the other crushed their little cocks against my legs and lower buttocks and felt me all over. Little hands caressed my tits and buns, hands were on my smooth tan calfs, and trailing over my tummy. I was thrusting against all of these sensations, especially against the finger in my cunt. Then I felt one the of boys kissing my tummy and going lower and lower with his tongue. I pushed and squirmed against him, but he didn't know enough to stick his tongue in me. He just kissed my pussy above where the other kid fingered me. "Jesus! This is great!" "Let's get her down," said Sammy--then I realized that it was he who had the finger in my cunt pushing back and forth as I squirmed and pumped against him. He knew I wouldn't run by now. "Untie her." One of the kids fumbled with the rope while I kept stroking his little hard cock. It took him a long time. I looked at the boys and their hard little dicks. They were all naked by now and rubbing their little chests and hairless legs and dicks all over me. I watched through heavily lidded eyes. Everything looked as though in a glaze of need. I wanted to suck some of those dicks and was praying some of the boys would make me, since I knew I'd be too shy to initiate the action. Soon I was free. I pretended to try to escape, mostly for form and to feel their little bodies all over me stopping me. I squirmed and thrashed softly in thir arms. I could feel hands all over me, poking my asshole and buttocks, all over my cunt. Sammy had kept his finger in me and I pushed my pussy bone against his chest as his finger squirmed like a tight worm inside. Mouths were kissing and sucking my tits and butt, boys were humping my calfs and mouthing my thighs. I was in heaven! And so were they. Soon they had me on the soft grass. We kept squirming and thrashing, kissing and fondling, only now I was kissing and fondling back. I grabbed little asses and pulled the boys on me. We wrestled and turned. I kissed one on the mouth and stuck my tongue in. He rose up and started pushing his little dick all over my face. Here was my chance, I thought, and I sucked him in. I could hear him groan as he turned on his side and tried to fuck my mouth. Then I felt a little hard dick between my legs, and opened them wider. I was able to see that it was Sammy between my legs. He had some trouble but was finally able to shove himself in and grab my waist. It's a good thing he grabbed cause I was starting to climax. All those little hands and mouths and dicks, poking and pushing and caressing and kissing and mouthing every part of my body had brought me to the edge. When I felt a little dick shoved between my buttocks, I knew I couldn't stand it any longer and began thrashing even harder as I came, squiriming against Sammy's dick. I could feel his little ejaculation in me as the boy in my mouth also came. Sammy rolled off and pumped on his dick some more as Billy took his place. "Oh, no, " I thought, "My own brother!" But he felt so good I fucked him until he shot off. "Hello! What have we here?" came a deep voice from the edge of the clearing. It was Bert! "What the fuck are you guys doing?" "Nothing, Bert. Honest," Sammy said. They were all up and scrambling toward their clothes. I curled into a tight ball. "Relax, boys," Bert said. "There's no problem. You're just getting your first pussy, right?" "That's right, Bert," Sammy said as he stopped and turned back around. "That's o.k., guys. Just so happens here's where I got my first piece of ass too. Me and Pete Boggs brought Maryalice out here when I was thirteen. Great day. You guys are just starting early, that's all." By then all the rest of the boys had come back and sat around my naked body curled on the grass. "Who's the chick?" Bert asked. Evidently he hadn't seen my face. "Why it's Suzi! Little cousin Suzi! Suzi Q! And have I got somethin' for you!" He walked over, sat down crosslegged by my face, and lit up a cigarette. "You're some hot bitch! I can tell." I closed my eyes and tried to disappear. I pulled my knees further up to my chest and lay in a fetal position on the grass, feeling the warm sun on my back. Soon I could feel Bert's hand, larger that all the others, on my back, rubbing up and down as though he was soothing me. "Yeah, you're really something. So fucking soft. Blond hair," as he raised a strand of my hair. By now his knee was directly in front of my face. "You want a real man to take care of you, Suzi?" I shook my head no. I was scared and terribly embarrassed. I'd begun trembling uncontrollably. His hand went lower and lower down my back until it rested on my buttocks. "Well, you won't mind if I just show the guys how to treat a woman, will you?" I was confused and shook my head no again. Which is not what I wanted to do. I wanted to say I did mind, but that wasn't really the truth. So I guess my body involuntarily told the truth when my mind tried to lie. "Good," and Bert's hand slipped down between my buttocks, moved softly over my asshole and started lightly stroaking my pussy. "Such a pretty blond puss! Oh, you're going to like me, baby! I got a hot hard one for you. Come on, guys, help me turn her over." And I could feel all those little hands on me again, with one set of larger hands, pulling me out of my fetal position. Again I squirmed and got hotter and hotter as I struggled. But this time I struggled to really get free. I didn't want to let Bert see me completely naked. I was getting hotter and hotter as the boys' naked bodies rubbed against mine and a couple little dicks got hard again. I could also feel the large hands on me, holding my waist while the boys were opening me up like a flower in the sunshine. I tried to move from side to side but the boys held my legs and arms apart. One boy took off one of my sneakers and, as he held my foot, he sat rubbing his little hard dick against the bottom. It tickled and I laughed though my fear. "Yeah, you're gonna like it, ain't you?" said Bert. Despite myself, I nodded and opened my eyes slightly, enough to see him stand up and start taking off his shirt. The sun was in my eyes but I watched as best as I could as he took off his clothes. I did get a good view as he pulled down his jeans and jockey shorts and his hard cock bobbed out. God it was big. So much bigger than the boys' dicks. "Now just hold her still, guys. Watch this." He knelt between my legs but instead of putting his dick right in me he lay with his upper body on my legs and his head on my tummy like on a pillow. I could feel his dick on my lower calf and could feel his rubbing it up and down against my soft flesh. I was lost again, prisoner to my lust, and I thrust my pussy up against his chest, squirming and pushing my pussy bone around and around against him. "Now here's how to eat out a chick," Bert said to his students. The boys had let go of me, realizing I wasn't going anywhere, and were watching him closely. He bent his head down further on my body and softly, slowly began licking up and down my crack. I tried to push against him so his tongue would go in, but he would just pull back slightly. This was his demonstration, and I knew it. He lay licking me and carressing my buttocks, pulling them apart, then my tummy, then my tits, then bring one hand down to where his mouth was and finger me while he talked to the boys, all of whom sat around my naked body in a circle. "See her little pussy lips?" He asked and they nodded. (I was going crazy, my head going back and forth on the warm grass and my hands on the top of his head, trying to shove him back down.) "Now watch as I stick my tongue in between them. Watch her reaction." And he stuck his tongue into me making me moan and thrash on the grass. His hands all over my ass, tummy, titties and legs, then two fingers in my cunt again as he gave further instructions. "Now If I stick it straight in and bring it up to the top of her cunt on the inside, I can really get her going. And he replaced his fingers with his tongue, driving it straight into me and then up, dragging it back and forth across my clit as I shuddered and gasped, shoved his head further down with one hand and grabbed a tit with my other, bringing my legs up around his body and locking them, trying to pull the slick, hot tongue further and further inside, grinding my pussy against his face, and moaning uncontrollably. Meanwhile his hands roamed all over my body and I could occasionally feel small hands in my armpits, on my breasts, caressing my legs. I could even feel one kid straddle my face and shove his stiff little dick in my mouth. I sucked and tongued him for all I was worth until he shot his tiny load and rolled off of me. "Enough of the demonstration, guys. Now It's time I get my reward." Bert said as he raised up despite my thrashing and trying to pull his face back into my blond pussy. He moved up, rubbing against me the entire way, his cock up my thighs. He carressed my tits and brought his beautiful cock to the entrance of my pussy. I tried to push down onto it, but he held me beneath my armpits with he sucked my tits, licking them and my belly all over as I thrashed beneath him with a need I'd never known before. Soon he rose up and kissed me, shoving his tongue, sweet with my juices, far into my mouth, I shoved mine, in turn, into his as I tried to grab his ass and pull his dick into me, but he apparently like to tease and would only rub his cock up and down over my pussy lips then bring the head to my entrance, shove it a fraction of the way in and then withdraw it, again raking it across my pussy bone and pussy lips. "You gotta beg me to fuck you if you want it." "Oh, yes, I want it," I whispered to him then shoved my tongue back in his mouth and swirled it around waiting for him to take me. I mashed my mouth against his, moving it around until it almost hurt my teeth and jaws. But he only brought the head back to the entrance and shoved it half way in. I tried as hard as I could to push down and impale myslef, but his hands, planted beneath my armpits, prohibited me going lower. So I was reduced to flopping agaisnt him, grinding down on half a cock and squeeling for more. "No, no, Suzi. Louder. You gotta beg so all the guys can hear." Shy as I was, I couldn't stand it any longer. "Please fuck me," I said outloud. And he shove a bit more of the cock head in. I felt great, but again he held back as I squirmed and tried to force him in further, grabbing his buttocks and pulling. "Please fuck me MORE." And his cock went further in. Now I could move without it falling out. It was passed the cockhead and felt fat and slick in me. "FUCK ME WITH YOUR COCK!" and he shoved another inch in. ""FUCK ME! FUCK ME FUCK ME! YOUR FAT COCK! FUCK ME, BERT! FUCKEE FUCKEE And he shoved deeper and deeper and started to thrust in and out with slow deliberate movements as I tried to quicken the pace and wrapped my legs around his ass shoving myself up at him as he drilled that beautiful hot cock into me and grabbed my ass and drilled me harder and harder, and quicker and quicker, and I could hear the boys gasp as he pulled out almost all the way then shoved in me so deep I thought I was going to vomit. He was hard and hot and really knew how to fuck, drilling me with stong, hard strokes and bending down and lapping my tits, my pink tits, as I pulled him into me with my legs and carressed his back and butt with my legs and his hands all over my legs, fucking my mouth with his, then tonguing my tits, and I felt so good I knew I wanted to feel like this forever or maybe forever or maybe And he want faster and faster and harder, kissing me and licking me. And I shook and squirmed and felt every part of him I could, even pushing my hand between us so I could feel him as he went in and out, and I even fingered myself a bit, embarrassing myself in front of the boys who giggled and gasped and pulled on their little goaty dicks as they watched. I happened to look up at Sammy and he winked then I saw Bert's face who was fucking me harder and harder and he winked too, then shoved all the way in, higher than ever before. Then he pulled almost all the way out and did this over and over very quickly until he was going to cum and I knew it and I was going to cum too. He shoved in even deeper and bigger than ever before, grabbing my ass and pulling me way in, and my legs pulled him even harder and he shot a load of hot, sticky cum way down in me then a half stroke and another hot load, then another and more cum and over and again, both of us cumming and moaning and twisting and pawing and fucking and loving it. My first real time with a man! Whata hump. And after his last load squirted deep inside, I just kept rubbing against him and he pushed in me in circles so I could feel his dick all around, so hard and lovely, and full and hot. And we lay in the sun sweating and caressing each other, and I could hear the boys get up and go get their clothes and put them on, but we just lay there kissing and squirming slightly in each others arms, and I knew I was in love for the first time and that I would do anything for him. I could hear the boys gathering up their rope and magazines. And he stayed hard in me and licked the sweat from my tits. And I could feel his cum leak out of my young cunt and down the crack of my ass, cool and sticky in the afternnon. And I could hear the boys walk away as we kissed and licked each others' shoulders and ears and hair and eyelids. And he stayed hard in me. The sun went down behind the treeline and I could feel my body cool in the late afternoon except where his body rested on mine or where his tongue licked at my sweat. And I could feel the cum dry stickly in my ass crack. And nothing mattered but love and sex, that hard cock only now beginning to go soft as we held one another. The next night my parents and aunt and uncle took the younger kids to see a movie and go to the icecream parlor. They asked me if I wanted to go, but I looked at Bert and saw him signal "no" with his eyes. "We'll just stay home and play some cards, o.k.?" "Yeah, I'm kinda tired. It's o.k. if I just stay home with Bert, huh?" Our parents saw nothing wrong with the arrangement and I was in heaven! At least until Sarah, my cousin, said she wanted to stay home too. I looked at Bert, but he shrugged, smiled and looked away. Great, I thought, now we've got a damn chaporone! After out parents let with the younger ones, we got out the card table and set it up in front of the t.v. There was a movie on about World War II. Bert shuffled the cards and began to deal. Sarah disappeared into her room, and I thought this might turn out alright after all. "What do you wanta play, honey?" Bert asked. It was the first time he'd called me that and I felt all warm and loose inside suddenly. If only Sarah hadn't stayed home! "How 'bout hearts?" I said, blushing. He reached over and held my hand. Just then Sarah came back into the room. "Caught you!" she screamed and laughed. I pulled my hand back quickly. "I know you're lovebirds," Sarah teased. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G," she sang out. "Too bad for you tonight! I just called some friends to come over," Sarah said and winked at Bert. "The whole gang's coming! Ha!" I felt very dissapointed. Here I thought Bert and I were going to be alone all evening, but now I come to find out the house will be full of Sarahs' friends. No chance for Bert and me tonight, I thought. I got up and started toward the room I shared with Sarah. "Hey, Where you going?" Bert asked. "Oh, I'm tired. I think I'll lie down for awhile," I said. As I walked down the hall toward the room, I heard Bert say, "Fuck this movie!" And I hear him get up and walk away. Well, that's it, I thought as I lay down on the bed. I dozed off into a dissappointed half-dream state. I woke up hearing the sound of a bunch of guys and girls in the next room. I could hear the t.v. and the sound of glasses. "So, they're going to have a party," I thought. I rolled onto my side and tried to fall back to sleep. The room was dark and I was very sad. "Bert's probably even got a girl friend out there now," I thought. I feel back into a half sleeping state but was wakened up when I heard the door open. "Suzi? Are you awake?" It was Sarah. "No." I said, hoping she'd go away. "Suzi? Please come out and join the party. You'll have fun." I just lay there. "Bert wants you to come out," she said half tenderly, half in a singsong mocking tone. "Oh, o.k." I pulled myself up and walked into the next room. There were about five girls and two guys besides Bert and Sarah. The girls looked to be about my age, that is all 12 or 13, but the boys looked like Bert's friends. I was surprised. Everyone was watching the t.v. Where I come from, nobody watches t.v. at a party except nerds. I was about ready to laugh when I happened to look at the set. There on the screen was a naked woman on all fours on a bed while a man fucked her from behind. I gasped out loud. I'd never seen anything like it. Susan's Secret Life Chapter 3 There were about five girls and two guys besides Bert and Sarah. The girls looked to be about my age, that is all 12 or 13, but the boys looked like Bert's friends. I was surprised. Everyone was watching the t.v. Where I come from, nobody watches t.v. at a party except nerds. I was about ready to laugh when I happened to look at the set. There on the screen was a naked woman on all fours on a bed while a man fucked her from behind. I gasped out loud. I'd never seen anything like it. " Hey, Suzi! Sweet Sue," Bert said when he saw me. "Come on o'er here. Hey, guys, meet sweet Sue . . . and I outta know." And he winked at me. I was flustered and shocked, but managed to mutter hello to those who greeted me. The three guys sat on the couch and three girls were on the floor in front of the t.v. One girl, a beautiful redhead with long legs sat in the easy chair. Her tits were already fairly well developed and she wore a bra. Sarah had left me standing there and went into the kitchen and began talking to a blond. I wanted to get away from what I saw on the screen-- where a naked man was fucking a naked woman from behind with long, sure strokes -- so I walked into the kitchen, pretending to be interested in what Sarah and the blond were talking about. "But if we fill 'em back up with water they'll never know. Not if we do it right," the blond was saying. "Gosh. I don't want to get caught, though," Sarah said. "Don't worry. Leave it to me." "Hey, Suzi, where'd you go?" Bert yelled from the living room. "Get in here. I want you to see something." I didn't know what to do but I knew I loved Bert and his request was so strong I just had to go back into the living room. "Come here, honey. Sit between me and Steve." I walked over and Steve, a handsome blond, moved over on the couch. As soon as I sat down, Bert's arm was over my back and his hand rested on my shoulder which he squeezed in a brotherly sort of way. I melted toward him while I was still afraid. I think I was shaking some at the time, too. "Look at that," he pointed to the screen. The naked lady was now on her back, and as the man kept fucking her, her legs went over his butt, her ankles locked and she bent her kness abruptly, pulling him further in. I then noticed the sounds, or rather shouts, from the two on the screen. The lady's face was thrown back, a sheen of sweat covered her face, eyes shut in sweat ecstasy. He was belching deep animal grunts, she was screeching and humping wildly. The redhead in the chair was transfixed by the screen and was absentmindly rubbing her thigh below her shorts. Two of the girls on the floor were shivering and I began trembling harder. I couldn't control myself. It was too much, too fast. I felt like I was going to be sick, but I was really just sick in lust and fear and . . . "God!" said Steve, "Look at 'em go." And he self-consciously rearranged the position of his hardon in his trousers. "Jesus! Look at that." I turned back to the screen only to see a closeup of the big dick parting puffed pussy lips on the screen. The thick cock would pull all the way out sometimes, and when I saw the fat red head bobbing around trying to find its way back in I fell as though I would pee my pants and vomit at the same time, although I had to do neither of these things. All I could imagine is having that fat cock with its jolly red head poking around my young cunt trying to find its way in between my tender lips. Jesus, I was getting horny. I could only breathe in short sips and didn't seem able to catch my breath. My shivering came in spasms. I kept hoping that I'd put a sweater on, but I knew that a sweater wouldn't have helped. I wasn't cold, although it felt that way. I hugged myself trying to make it stop, but only seemed to quake harder. I tried to look down at the rug but kept looking back up at the screen, then over at the redhead, who began moaning softly. Her hands were now rubbing her upper thighs below and above the line of her shorts. Then she tenatively began to rub her chest outside her blouse, then back over her thighs, parting her legs and moaning louder. I was uncontrollably quaking as with a major fever by this time. "Goddamn!" Steve said. "I didn't know it would have that effect on Red. Jesus, Red, you're beautiful when you get like that. Let me help you." And Steve went over to the chair and knelt in front of the redhead, who suddenly looked embarassed, but continued rubbing her thighs and tits. Steve pushed her legs apart and knelt between them on the floor. He, too, began to rub her upper thighs, then over her knees and calves, and up the under side of her lower thighs while he rubbed his face along her thighs, pushing his head, eventually, up into her lap. He shoved his chin into where her upper pussy must have been beneath her shorts, and she pushed out against him and squirmed all over in the chair. All this time she kept carressing her breasts while running her fingers through his hair. Gradually her right hand slipped under her blouse and, I could tell, beneath her bra squeezing her right tit. At the same time, Bert was rubbing my legs and one of the girls on the floor had come up to sit next to me, but she pulled her legs up to her chest and hugged them, shivering. The other boy on the sofa held her in his arms in a friendly sort of way as though he was trying to warm her up. But we were all warm enough already as we watched the two on the screen fucking and occasionally watched Steve and the redhead who now had her long legs over his shoulders moving back and forth and he caressed them. Suddenly the man on the screen grunted even lounder and pulled his cock from the woman's cunt and began to shoot his cum all over her belly. She pushed agaisnt him and squirmed all around, rubbing the cum all over her tummy and onto her hard tits. "Godamn!" Two or three of us said in unison. When I looked back at the redhead, Steve was slowly pulling down her shorts. Her long, soft legs were pshed out straight in order that he could get them down. When they reached her tennis shoes, he stopped, untied her shoes with shaking fingers. This took an agonizingly long time and I was shivering uncontrollably as he finally pulled them off, carressed her feet and pulled off her shorts. Then he reached for her pretty white panties which he pulled off quickly. "Goddam!" Said Bert. "Look at that pretty red cunt." I was amazed at how beautiful Red looked. Her young teenage cunt was graced with a fine coating of light red pubic hair. It looked even finer than my light blond pussy hair and I felt like I wanted to touch it. The light hair glistened invitingly in the soft light. But I didn't have long to admirte her aince Steve shoved his face back into her lap after pulling her white cotten panties over her long legs and off her feet. From what I had learned the other day, I know he was probalby tonguing her. Her legs came back over his shoulders and she scooted back down in the chair to give him better access. "Wait a minute!" Bert said. He got up, walked over, and started unbuttoning Red's blouse. Her eyes opened in sudden fright and recognition, but Steve must have been working wonders on her because she slowly closed her eyes again with an almost catlike purr and shoved against his tongue, moaning, "Oh, yes. Yes. Yes. God." Just then Sarah bounced back into the room with a tray of filled glasses. "Hey, why are you guys all so quiet." When she looked over where we were now all looking and saw Steve and the redhead, all she said was, "Oh. Goodie." She set down the tray and went over and helped Bert take off Red's blouse and bra--which wasn't easy since she was squirming all over in the chair and since she had slid down till her naked butt was at the edge. "Come on, guys. Look at this!" Sarah beckoned. We all timidly came forward to stand around the chair. I didn't want to, but I didn't want to be left out either. Besides, I was mucho horny by this time and even occasionally rubbed myself outside my shorts. Now I could see Steve's tongue working its wonders in the cute redhead's cunt and, occasionally, licking down her behind while plunging two fingers in her. I could also see her beautiful tits. And when I say "beautiful," I mean "beautiful." They were simply lovely. Soft and large (it seemed to me then) and heaving under the soft glow of the light. The pink nipples puckered out as though they were proud little men waiting to be kissed. Bert must have seen the same thing, because he sucked one into his mouth, then licked all around her tit. I was jealous. But horny too. I shove my cunt into the chiar back and pushed and rubbed. A couple of the other girls seemed to be doing the same thing. Then I looked up in shock to see Sarah and one of the other guys standing in the middle of the floor squiriming against each other while he pulled down her shorts and panties and she unbuttoned his shirt. Things were getting weird! And I was scared. I wanted to get fucked, right then and there. I didn't care by who, though I preferred Bert or (I hate to say it) the man on the screen with his fat dick capped with its bobbing red head. But I would have taken on any of the guys at that point. Or maybe any of the girls. But I was also scared and wanted just to go back to bed and curl up under the covers. I thought if I did maybe this shaking would go away. Maybe I could stop all this lust and fear and humiliation. Maybe I could stop it now, because I knew if I didn't I was trapped for life in an endless cycle of lust and fulfillment and fear and sex and love and cunt and cock and . It was a close place and I knew it. And I looked down and saw my cunt pushing against the chair and my tummy heaving and peeking out from under my pullover, and I grabbed the bottom of the pullover and I pulled it up. "Alright, I'll go to hell," I said to myself as I pulled the top over my head baring my small breasts. And I felt two hands come around from behind me and grabbed my tits while someone shoved against me from behind. It was a girl! I could see her hand with long nails and feel the soft hands caressing my nipples and tits and tummy as one hand snaked down over my shorts and squeezed my cunny from the outside. GOD I was fucking hot! I squirmed and moaned and let her turn me around and kiss me shoving her tongue into my mouth. It was the cute littl brunette who had been sitting in front of the t.v. Now we both shook uncontrollably as she grabbed my ass and shoved against me and then slid down kissing my neck and collarbone and the tops of my little tits then the nipples as she pulled my pants and panties down in one swift move and I stood there goddamn naked in front of everyone, fucking near to tears and vomit and pissing myself. I realized that except for Sarah and her boyfriend (it that's what he was) and Steve and the redhead, everyone was looking straight at me. At my tits. At my ass. At my tummy. At my blond pussy. And I goddamn near cried, but I still shook with lust and fear, as I tried to cover myself. "Relax," said Bert. "Don't hide that perfect little pussy. Let us look at you." I closed my eyes and stood there, steppping out of my panties and shorts and letting the brunette take off my shoes as she felt up my smooth legs. I was shaking harder than I'd ever shaken before but the second I felt Bert's hand on my tit, I calmed down. I had been like a ship sweep away, rudderless in high seas, but the second his hand touched me, the seas were calm and my little boat was headed toward port. Or maybe I'm confusing my metaphors. Anyway, I calmed down real fast. That is, I was still afraid and shaking with lust and shame, but I no longer felt the vomit well up within me nor my bladder go queasy. I could see, then, the brunette undressing before me as Bert stroked me from behind--my breats, my thighs, my sides. I pushed back into him. God, she was beautiful, too. Not as stunning as the redhead, maybe, but short and sultry with a thick curling patch of cunt hair. I looked soft as a bird's wing, and I unconsciously leaned forward to stroke it as she stepped toward me and hugged me from in front. I could feel Bert reach around her now and pull us two tightly together. He grabbed her buns, then pulled them toward me as he shoved agaisnt my buns from behind. Our naked cunts were touching! I was shocked and embarrassed. I want to say something to her. Like "I'm sorry" as though we had bumped together in a bus. But I couldn't speak. My mouth was full of her tongue and my heart full of burning, jumping lust. She gently pulled me down toward the ground and Bert let go, but I resisted. Not only didn't I know what to do with another naked girl, but I was scared of my own passion and embarrassed to do anything while others watched. Yet the brunette insisted and I slowly fell to my knees where we both rubbed against each other while feeling each other up. God, her tits were ripe and hard poking into mine and her naked buns were firm under my hand as I poked and stroked and cupped them trying to pull her cunt into mine. Gradually we fell to the floor where we rolled around, squirming our naked flesh against each other and touching each other everywhere. I mostly kept my eyes closed out of my embarrassment, but when I open them I saw Stave, now naked rubbing the brunette's back and buns as she was over me. His cock was hard and bobbing out in front of him. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to fuck it. Or swallow it. Or all three all at once, but the brunette was kepping me busy. I suddenly felt her fingers in my cunt squishing around and I circled my hips, pushing up as she pushed her face down across my body then started fucking my naked cunt with her tongue. J E S U S !!!!!! I'd never, never, never, ever felt anything like it. I shoved my cunt against her face and moved it all around. I bucked and held her head, trying to get more of her tongue into me. I was shameless. Imagaine, in front of all these guys and girls. I looked up and noticed that most of them were naked too and only a few watched us as they stroked each other or fucked. We bumped into Sarah and the other guy on the floor and they were fucking their brains out. I reached out and felt between Sarah's legs where the guy's cock was going in and out. But then I noticed that the brunette was turnign me around. Oh, her tongue was still in my wet little pussy, but she moved around while moving me, too. Soon her cunt was right above my face and her sweet legs were either side of my head. "What does she expect me to do," I wondered. But as I looked her soft black pussy in the eye, so to speak, I had the uncontrollable urge to touch it and stroke it and--I'm embarrassed to say--to lick it. So I grabbed her butt and pulled her down while shoving my head up between her legs. OH, GOD! I could smell that sweet pussy and it was good. I rubbed my nose then my chin over her soft, puffy, teenage cunt then stuck my tongue in. "Well, if I'm going to Hell, " I thought, "I might as well go whole hog!" And I licked and licked and pulled her tight against me and shoved my little soft titties into her stomach and squirmed against her, and we licked each other and made wet girly love till our bodies glistened with light on the livingroom floor then I could tell that the brunette wanted me to roll over on top of her and we managed to roll over, squirming against each other, without taking our tongues out of each other's tails, mashing our cunts into each others faces. Suddenly I felt someone's hot dick pushing up against my cunt as well as the brunette's tongue and I pushed back, slowly and tenatively (but, boy, was I hot!) against it, feeling it as it began to enter me, and I could feel the head pop in and it felt so fucking big I dind't know was was next, heaven or hell, but I shoved back and the cock shove a bit further in and I could feel each hot rib and vein, each bump of the fat cock as it pushed pashed my pussy lips and into the opening of my canal. It felt like trying to shove a hot turkey neck down someone's throat as it entered me so fucking slowly and filling me up so I thought I'd simply DIE, while the brunette kept lapping at me, adn squirming under me, her ripe little tits moving allove, and I could feel the guy now wrap one of his hands around my waist and the other grabbed one of my tits (and boy! did THAT feel good!), and he pulled into me harder and harder, thrusting his hot cock into me evey meaty vein bumping me from the inside and making me clamp down and squeez hime like I was trying to stop the flow of piss. His face came next to mine and I saw it was Steve, the hot blond guy who'd tongues the beautiful redhead, and I tried to lick his face as if I was a puppy getting it for the first time,but I kept at the brunette's cunt too, and I could feel her shudder beneath me, shaking and quaking and screaming as I fucked her faster with my tongue and Steve grabbed my tits, fucking into me and bit down ever so softly on my ear and JESUS! it was great just it was like in the dry heaves only without having to puke, just the heaves of love and cock and sweat and cunt, I guess, slicking the brunette's juices all over my face, shoving my chin, now my nose, now my tongue again into her cunt. I was still ashamed but loving it, loving every fucking second and every fucking inch and every knob and ridge of Steve's cock as he slammed into me like we were going over a gadamn waterfall and everything, the whole room rocking, bumping into naked people, me still ashamed but fucking fucking sucking slick in the hot love of tit and cunt and the big veiny meat cock going in and out. I looked and saw the readhead, buck naked on the floor beside us on her back and Bert kneeling between her knees and slowly he fucked that cock I love so much into her and she must'a been damn tight cause she had to squirm like a wild duck to get it in, there thrashing beside us as Bert pulled back then fucked her some more and with Steve in my tail I felt like I could feel Bert's cock in me too, and I reached out and grabbed the redhead's hand and she looked as me and between her groaning and sweating she smiled and squeezed my hand like we were now sisters in the art of fuck and I was so damn happy and proud (but still quite ashamed) I burst all over as I felt Steve blast load after hot, sticky load of teenage sperm deep up into my insides. I was STEWED, dadgummed it, like a marshmellow over the fucking fire melting and burning all over everyone and everything, the brunette squirming and thrashing beneath me, and I could feel her titties all over my tummy, she was still licking me and I could tell her damn burst just then, too, because she fucking near bucked me into the next room. I grabbed onto her buns and kept sucking her and taking Steve's hot, cummed-slick cock up my cunt, it dripping all over the brunette's face as she kept her tongue wagging in me like a munchkin. We all collapsed and just kept softly thrusting and humping and whimpering and moving so we could feel the absolute most of each others skin and cocks and cunts and tits and little buns, and in some backroom of my mind I could hear the redhead screaming for what sounded like the longest time as she came and thrashed up into Bert's cock, but it seemed all slow motion to me as I struggled to half open my eyes, the brunette still softly licking, then what seemed like hours later we could feel them roll into us and we kept humping and kissing cunts and tummies a little like Christmas afternoon after all the packages are unwrapped but you get to look at all your stuff and feel and play with it. We stroked them and they stoked us, occasionally pinching a tit or squeezing an butt, and it felt like we were all in cotten balls all over us so soft and foggy and warm, but still Steve's hard dog up my tail, now softening a bit, and, gosh, it was fun, and we lay still. Just then I noticed that I had quit shaking some time ago. Susan's Secret Life Chapter 4 My life had turned into a heaven of love and sex, sex and love. The night of the party I slept like a blistered log in a fireplace. That is, I tossed and turned in the sweet agony of sex all night, dripping and stewing in my juices. Once, I felt Sarah's little hand on my slick pussy, but we were both too tired (and I was too confused) to do anything. Sarah had fucked two guys that night and I had fucked Steve and the brunette. I WAS IN LOVE! Yes, I was in love with love. In love with Bert. With the brunette. With Steve and Steve's ripe, ridged cock. And, BOY!, with the redhead. I had watched her climax and held her hand, and now all I could do was think of her. Well, of her and Bert. And . . . Well, and everything, I guess. I was hooked. Yet I still hoped, secretly, that my desires would stop with the summer. That I'd never drag my slut self home from Maine. Little did I know that my glands would know NO containment. Never again was I able . . . But the story of that summer is not yet over. NOT BY A LONG SHOT! Or, I should say, a long squirt. For two days I wandered as in a sexual dream. I was hooked and I knew it. But this was one fish that didn't want to spit the hook. Besides, it was set firmly in my jaw. And I mentally thrashed and squirmed in the agony of it. LOVE. And SEX. COCK. And CUNT. Not to mention BALLS, BUTTS, TITTIES, CALVES, TUMMIES, etc. Love. Sweet and savory. I couldn't (and still can't) at times think of much else. When my motor gets warm--and sometimes it takes just the sight of a pair of tight buns to warm it--I can think of nothing else. I've been known to go for days, if not sexually satisfied, thinking and swooning in thoughts of sex. Once I get turned on, in other words, there's only one way to turn me off. And that is, of course, to HAVE me. To fuck me right and proper. To belly slap with me. To tongue me and spank my ass. To shove a big dick up my cunt. To hold me and love me, naked in your arms. Eight times in the following three days Bert took me on long walks in the woods and eight times we fucked our brains out. He would take me to the clearing and then have me strip naked. He would have me do it slowly, one article of clothes at a time. He would remain fully clothed. Then he would make me turn around and touch myself here or there. He'd make me feel up my little pink titties, or smooth my hand back and forth over my tummy, or finger my cunt while squeezing my tits. He'd be still dressed and the whole thing would make me feel so naked and naughty, especially when he'd have me turn around backward and bend over with a finger in my pussy. Sometimes he would feel me up as I stood there. He'd stick a finger in me and wag it around till I'd be squirming all over. Or he'd kiss my thighs and belly while grabbing my calfs or squeezing my butt. He'd suck on my titties sometimes. Boy oh boy, was I hot! Once he made me walk around for a half hour with just my tennis shoes and pullover on. GOD! I felt so naughty and naked. Then he had me pull my pullover up so it covered my face and he came and felt me up all over while my arms were straight up in the air and my face covered. As he palyed with my cunt, squeezing it softly like a furred tennis ball, he said, "Just like a peach! A ripe, tender peach, with soft cheeks." And he stuck a finger in. I squirmed like a bitch, but he pulled away and just made me stand there like that as he smoothed my stomach and squeezed my naked butt. After he'd play with me, sometimes for up to an hour, he'd strip down and make me suck his cock. He really taught me how. I know I'd done it before. By instinct. But Bert gave me technique. He'd lay down and have me wrap my right hand around his cock and squeeze it and rub it up and down until it felt like a it was ready to break. Then he'd have me shove it into one of my little tits where he'd rub it all around. After that he'd have me curl my little lips around the head and gently swirl my tongue all around and over the pee hole, but especially right under the head as I'd let him go further and further in my mouth, still gently pumping with my hand. GOD, I loved it. I was usually leaking by this time and would rub my cunny on his lower leg up and down and around and around, my belly pressing into his knee, etc. And right before he's start to cum, I would start rubbing his flat stomach with my other hand and stroking him harder while bringing my tongue up and down and up and down the soft, secret underside of his cock bulging with cum, my mouth going up and down as far as I could, then I'd clamp those lips around his cock and hang the fuck on cause he'd try to buck me off as he would pump spurt after hot spurt of pure teenaged cum into my mouth. But this was never enough for Bert. Hell no! He then turn me over and fuck me there in the grass, his still hard cock pushing through my little pink cunny lips, and grabbing my titties from behind. Or he'd take me "straight" (as I called it then and now), with his chest on mine and my legs thrashing all around, then up over his naked butt and clamped about his waist. A few times as we fucked I thought him and the redhead, about the time I watched him fuck the beautiful redhead and how we held hands and all. And once I felt like I was the redhead. I mean, I could even imagine her face being mine, so I'd not be surprised if I would have seen her if I'd look in the mirror. And I thought her cunt was mine. And her ripe breasts. And, shy as I was, I would rub myself, my tits and cunt, while Bert fucked me. Bert seemed to like this. After the seventh time, as we lay there in the grass, Bert said, "Steve's coming over this afternoon. I want you to come out here with both of us." "No, Bert. I can't believe you'd ask me to do that," but even as I answered I thought of Steve and his hard cock and I knew I wanted fucked again by him. I started trembling softly there in the grass. "Listen, Suzi. I like fucking you and I think you know you're someone special to me. If you want to keep on seeing me and having sex fun, you'd better be ready to come out here at about this afternoon! Be ready about one." And he left me laying there shaking on the soft grass as he dressed and ran back to the house. I went back and cleaned up and ate lunch and changed clothes. I put on my tightest white shorts over plain cotten panties and wore a yellow pullover which accented my blond hair. Still, a part of me was too embarrassed to want to go and get naked in front of two boys, even if they were such hunks. But all through lunch I could only think of both Steven and Bert naked, theri hard cocks sticking far out from their bellies. I squirmed all over my chair and found I was shaking again. I almost choked on my baloney. Getting dressed was also frustrating. I wanted to fuck myself right there as I slipped my cotton panties up my tanned legs and over my pouting cunt. JESUS! Each item of cloths felt like a boy's hands all over me. I keep shaking and hugging myself. I felt like I was going to fly apart with lust and fear and shame. I knew what was coming, and I dreaded it and lusted after it at the same time. I was a shameless slut but wanted to be a good girl with a good reputation and live the all American life. If only I could do that and be fucked every minute of my life . . . Steve and Bert were in the front room when I came down. I couldn't look Steve in the face, but I mumbled hello and walked outside with them and down the path into the woods. The boys walked ahead, and this gave me a good opportunity to look over Steve's hot buns inside his thight jeans and notice both boys' muscular builds. Bert was dark and handsome in an aristrocratic way. Steve was blond and handsome in a little boy way. Both were hunks! And I couldn't wait. But, at the same time, I was terribly ashamed. Bert and Steve sat down and lit cigarettes when we got to the clearing. I went over to Bert's side and began to sit, but he said, "No. You keep staning. Over there. In front of us." "Now, turn around," he instructed. "Slowly." And I did. Wearing the white shorts and pullover in front of these tow guys who were looking me all over made me feel terribly ashamed and, even, nanked. My shaking increased and I tried to hug myself with my arms to make it stop. "NO!" Bert shouted. "Hands to your side. Just keep turning till I tell you to stop." The boys smoked and I turned and shook. "Okay, Suzi, unsnap your shorts." "No, Bert. Don't make me do that." I couldn't even look at Steve. "Do as I say, Suzi. It'll be o.k. Trust me." His voice was soft but firm. I reached with both hands and unsnapped them. My fingers were shaking pretty bad. "Now let them fall down your legs." "Oh, God, Bert! Please?" I looked at him, pleading with all my might. "Do as I say," his voice was soft, but firm. I let the shorts slide slowly don my tanned legs. I was shaking and on the verge of tears. "Now pull down those sweet undies, lil' Sue." I was too far gone now to stop, I mean even if I'd wanted to, but I didn't. I hooked my thumbs on either side and bent down, slowly pulling down my underpants. I knew Bert liked me to do this real slow, so I did it slow this time, stopping at my knees a moment. "Freeze!" Bert said. I knew this game, too. I was half bent over, my naked butt slighly sticking out, my panties around my knees, my blond pussy mostly hid between the valley of my closed thighs, a few blond wisps of hair sticking out. "Now, let go of your panties and caress your thighs." I couldn't look at the boys so I closed my eyes as my shaking hand stroked my upper thighs. GOD! I was getting into it. I felt so naked and HOT rubbing myself before these two hunks! Gradually I let a hand rub my buns as the other came around in front and cupped (very softly) my cunt, and slowly rubbed until I realized what I was doing and quickly let that hand come up under my pullover and rub my stomach. "Goddamn! Look at her!" I heard Steve say. "She's great! What a hot pussy!" When I heard that I started visibly shaking with lust and shame and I stopped rubbing myself except letting my hands caress my upper thighs like I was putting on sun lotion or something. "Now pull up your top," Steve said. "Oh!" was all I could manage as I reached down and grabbed the bottom of my pullover with my hand crossed and pulled it slowly (I knew how Bert liked it!) up over my pert, little breasts with their ripe nipples (I cold feel it rub over them then the rush of warm air as they were exposed to the hungry view of Bert and Steve), then up exposing my armpits and covering my face until my arm were straight over my head, then . . . "Freeze!" And I stopped. NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER have I felt SO NAKED. There I was, titties, tummy, cunt, and legs exposed out in the open in front of two fully dressed boys! My yellow pullover was over my face, my arms were straight up in the air, my white panties were bound around my knees, and my shorts were in a pool at my feet around my sneakers. GOD! I was embarrassed and uncontrollably horny! I was now shaking so that all could see and probably covered with goosebumps of anticipation (I couldn't see, but it sure felt like it!) But I had to stand still ith my arms tight in the pullover and my whole body, almost, exposed. "Just stay still, Suzi. I'm going to touch you now. Don't be scared. It's just Seve and me." I felt a hand on my right tit that squeezed a bit and rubbed me. Then I felt lips on my tummy and two hands grabbing my ass and gently squeezing. I couldn't stop shaking but I pushed my belly out against the lips and tried to push my butt back into the hands. "Let's look at her first," I heard Bert say. And the hands and lips stopped. "Look at these sweet titties. They're so little now, but they're ripe and juicy. I'll bet they'll get to be 32s by the time she grows up. You going to visit me then, Sue?" All I could do was gulp, and nod, and keep on shaking. I felt two hands on my tits. "They're so soft and young." It was Steve's voice, and probably Steve's tongue I felt licking a nipple tenatively. "And look at those fucking legs! Jesus, they're so tan and smooth. And they really have power. You should feel her wrap them around you. She can really squeeze with 'em." And I felt their hands all over my legs and calfs, squeezing and rubbing and carressing up and down, and up and down and over and around then a pair of lips, two pair of lips and a tongue kissing and feeling and licking my tanned, teenage legs. God, I rubbed them together trying to get off with my cunt, but I onl;y managed to get hotter and hotter, not to mentioned more ashamed. "Now come around here and look at her sweet butt!" Both sets of hands and lips left me and I felt disappointed momentraily. I could hear them move around behind me and kneel down. I kept rubbing my legs together slightly, hoping no one would notice. "Whooo. Sloow down. Easy, girl," Bert spoke to me as if I was a horse. "You'll get there soon enough. Just stay still and do what I tell you." I was terribly embarrased that he noticed that I was trying to masturbate with my legs. I was terribly horny and frustrated and feeling naked as fuck in front of two guys I couldn't even see. My arms weren't tired, but I sure wanted my fingers somewhere else than way up in the air holding my pullover up and over my face. I felt one set of hands grab my butt from behind. "Look at that sweet ass! Goddamn! She's going to be one beautiful woman." I couldn't help but blush at such flattery. I also pushed back against the hands slightly, probalby exposing more of my butt crack and maybe asshole than I wanted too. The hands caressed their way down my thighs and came up under my buns, holding one in each hand. "Look at 'em. So tight. I mean, she's really packed IN THERE! Wouldn't you love to spank them, Steve?" "Fuckin' A!" "Look at that one little mole. It's so lovely there all alone." And I could feel someone kiss a very small spot as he rubbed both buns then around my legs and thighs in front, keeping his distance from my dripping, little pussy. I shoved my butt back in whoever's face was kissing me and rubed it across his face, trying to get his nose to slip deep into my crack. JESUS! I didn't know what I wanted. Probably for him to tongue my cunt from behind. I don't know. Something. "Whooo, Steve! Plenty of time, lad. Let's look at this sweet cunt, first, then I'll let you two alone for awhile." I heard what he said and I was scared. I know that Steve had already fucked the daylights out of me, but that was different. That just happened and then there were plenty of people around. NOW it was planned. Bert had probably planned to get me out here and get me naked with him and Steve all along and then planned to let me stay here with Steve. I really felt vunerable, now. I'd be almost stark naked in front of a nearly total stranger! What was I going to do? I was choking and shaking with lust, but I was scared as shit and embarrassed that I'd let them get me here like this. The air seemed to get real cool all of a sudden, but I could tell that it was me, not the air cause I could see that the sun was still out. There were no hands on me and I cold hear them arrange themselves in front of me on their knees, probably. "Open up a little bit, Sue. Open your knees," Bert said. My panties, having slipped during all the feeling and kissing, were around my calfs now so I could open my knees a bit, but not too much. "Hell, let's get rid of these." And I felt both guys pull down my panties while feeling up my smooth legs somemore. They steadied me so they could pull both legs off my feet and got the shorts out as well. Then I felt them untie my sneakers and pull them one at a time off my feet. Occasionally one would stroke my legs or kiss my thighs, or lick my hip, as the other one would be undressing me. "Now. Spread 'em, bitch," Bert said playfully. I was shaking now harder than ever, but managed to put my feet about two feet apart so my pussy was totally exposed. I tried to bend forward and shove my butt just a bit back so they couldn't see so much of me, but I felt Bert's hands on my ass as he pushed forward. "NO. No," he said. "We're gooing to see what we can see. Don't fight it, baby." I could feel his other hand on my pussy. "Now look at these ripe little cheeks. Pussy cheeks. Like they're pouting or something. Looks like two halves of a peach, don't it?" "Oh, yeah. And she's got peach fuzz too. Pretty blond pussy." "Look at the tender lips! So soft and juicy. Look at them puff out and pooke out." I could feel a finger going over and over my pussy lips. "Don't they look just so sweet?" "Yeah, man. They sure do," Steve replied. "Let me taste." And I felt a tongue on my pussy lips and almost jumped outta my skin. I was uncontrollably shaking and so fucking hot I shoved my pussy against the lips, but they left my pussy and travelled up my tummy to my tits as a finger shoved its way into my cunt. I humped against it, swirling it around inside me. Trying to cum and cum and cum. But the finger left my cunt and mouth left my titties. "Well, I'm going to leave you two alone for awhile. Suzi?" "Yes?" I answered, muffled as much by my fear and lust as by the pullover which still obstructed my sight. "I want you to do everything Steve says. Got that?" "Un, huh," I nodded. "But why can't you and I just. ." "Shut up! If you don't mind Steve, he'll punish you. I told him what to do and he'll do it. Got that?" "Boy, I sure do," I heard Steve say. I asked you if you got that!" Steve yelled at me. "Yes, Steve. I understand," I said. I was softly crying now. Partly due to Steve's having to yell at me and partly from my embarrassment. "Bye, now." And I could hear him walk away. "Oh, Suzi. You can take off your shirt and let your hands down," Steve instructed. I did as he said, then tried to cover up with the pullover, putting it over my cunt. "Oh, no you don't. Drop it and come here." I was still crying a bit and shaking a lot. But I want over to him where he sat on a low stump. He motioned me to kneel down betwee his knees and I complied. "I hear you've learned how to suck cock real good. Is that right?" I closed my eyes, still crying, and nodded. I wished was a thousand miles away. But not until I was satisfied. Steve stood up. "Pull down my pants and suck my cock." My hands fumbled with his belt. I was never very good at taking off a belt backward, but I managed to free it and then I unzipped his pants, my hand pushing past the beautiful bulge. I grabbed the jeans and his underware from the top and started pulling them down. I only got a few inches and I stopped. I just couldn't go further. I was too embarrassed. "Let's go, bitch." And he slapped me. Not hard, but enough to surprise me and to really make me start crying. I was fumbling with his jeans and shorts, pulling them down, and crying like a baby. Even when I saw his hard cock poking out (and BOY I wanted to grab it and stuff it into me after licking it and sucking him off), I kept crying, tears running down over my cheeks and the sun shining in my face, and a big cock before me. "Come on!" And I pulled his shoes off and his jeans and shorts over his feet. "Now show me your stuff, Suzi. Suck me, and do it good!" "Please, no. I don't want to. Please." "Shut up and suck it. You know you want it, now suck!" "No, I don't want to," I lied. I just want to go home and go to bed." I was crying and shaking uncontrollably now. "You're going to suck or you're going to suck," Steve slapped me again, harder than the last time. I just knelt there, crying. "Okay, bitch. You're going to get a spanking! Right NOW. Young lady, lay over my lap. Right the fuck now!" He slapped me again and sat down. I was really scared now, and I remember what I'd said to Bert. "I'll suck you. I'm sorry," I cried. "TOO THE FUCK LATE. NOW GET YOUR ASS HERE!" Steve was really angry and slapped me again, real hard. I could feel the tears splash off of my cheek. Meekly, I stood and lay over his lap. I could feel his hard cock shoved in my tummy and he seemed to puch against me, rubbing his cock into my belly. His right hand, over my ass, began to squeeze, not too hard, but enough that I knwe he meant business. His left hand held my back down over his lap as he poked his cock into my stomach. Soon I felt his right hand raise up and come down, SMACK, onto my left cheek. I was crying, again, and harder. The pain wasn't so bad, but the humiliation was very real. His hand raised and fell, smack me over and over. After avout the fifteenth slap, I started to feel REAL strange. I was still crying, but now I was hot as the devil. GODDAMN! I started squirming all around in his lap, and even reached down and started squeezing and gently pumping his hard dick, shoving it all over my tummy as he spanked and spanked and spanked me. I cried and pumped. Pretty soon, I felt his hand leave my back and start feeling up my little titties as he kep spanking me. I LOVED IT! He was slapping my ass and squeezing my titties and shoving a finger in my mouth, and I was pumping his precious cock, the cock I loved so much the other night and still loved now. I kept cryinbg, now out of lust, and didn't even really notice when he stopped spanking me and started feeling up my naked ass and feeling my pussy from behind and sticking a finger in me. I was rubbing all over him and trying to get him to cum on my tits or belly and he fingerfucked me. We were HOT AS SHIT! And we both knew it. Suddendly he seemed to snap out of it. I felt his finger stop in my pussy and his other hand stop. I tried to get him going again by squirming all over him and jerking on his cock, but he wasn't budging. Then he stood up, and I fell on my back on the ground. "I said, SUCK MY COCK!" God his cock, ridged and deeply veined, looked beautiful and obscene at the same time. It pointed up into the air bursting with life. As he stood there, framed by the few soft clouds, his cock pointing to the blue heavens, it felt like the world fell out beneath me. There was the rod and the staff of life, and here was I, worshipping before it. I stopped crying, and as he sat down on the stump, I picked my self up, knelt before him and gently took hold of his magnificent cock and softly wrapped my lips around it, letting my little tongue carress the underside beneath the head. I let him slip deeper and deeper into my mouth, as I tried to keep the underside well stimulated with my swirling tongue, and the whole shaft excited by making my lips slide tightly over the ridges and bulges. He started thrusting deeper and deeper into my small mouth, and I tried to keep up with him. I was horny as SHIT but I was trying to give him a good blow job before my needs were met. I wagged my ass in the air behind me, but could get no relief. I just kept sucking his beautiful godhead cock and feeling his legs and flat belly and bulging biceps as he fucked my mouth and, occasionally, felt my tits and pulled my head further into his lap, thrusting and rolling his cock around in my mouth. Suddenly, I felt someone grab my hips, one hand on either side, and I could feel a cock push against my pussy lips from behind. I was really scared. Who was it? I wondered. I couldn't see and when I wnet to look, Steve clamped his hand on my neck and shove his cock even deeper into my mouth. The cock behind me got its head into my puyssy even though I tried to clamp my legs from behind. Now I had had it. I couldn't stop. I had to have that cock in me from behind, and I had to feel Steve's cock thrusting into my mouth. I pushed back and forth, getting the cock further and further into my tight, slippery cunt. Inch by agonizing inch the cock came deeper in. I could feel my pussy cheeks puff out as it shoved further and further, and I could feel the pussy lips dripping around the cock. Meanwhile I pumped on Steve with a hand and slurped his cock as he pumped into me and as the cock behind finally hit my depths and I squirmed against the man's belly behind me before he pulled back and started slowly trusting in and out with short strokes first then deeper and gradually deeper. I felt sure it was Bert, but the cock seemed a bit longer and a great deal thicker. But I was too hot to think very clearly. I was getting it good from both ends now. Both cocks coordinating their thrusting so neither fell out, and both going the distance, as they say. The thrusting came harder and harder and, seemingly, deeper and deeper, plumbing my very depths and filling me in the sweet hell of fuck and suck. I thought about the redhead for a moment, and I was her in an escasty of confusion. I had a hard dick that I pushed into her from behind. And I also had a hard dick that she could suck. And I had two dicks, one to fuck her with and one to let her suck at the same time. And I came back to myslef, and felt the hot cocks as they rolled in me like an ocean of snakes, and the man behind grabbed my hips and crushed my tits, and I was two seconds from REALLY BLOWING IT! I loved it! I was squirming all around and I could feel both cocks were ready to explode in me. I was shaking my head as much as I could and keeping up with Steve when I saw, out of the corner of my eye someone else standing behind me, off to the side. It was BERT! It wasn't his cock in my cunt. That fat, hard cock was someone else's! GOD! I wanted to scream. I want to run and hide. But I was also starting to shudder and cum and cum heavily, shaking all over and squirming my butt into the man behind. Steve grabbed my neck so I couldn't turn anymore, and he shoved harder and quicker and deeper into me and I could feel his cock PULSE big like a mountain of cock, and he shoved a glob of sweet, hot cum into my mouth, and he kept thrusting, and the unseen man behind was thrusting and pumping, and his hot cum seem to jump inside, and he kept thrusting and humping, and I was CUMMING at the SAME time, jerking at the end of two fat, hot lines like afish at opening day caught with two hooks, swallowed and gaffed, and Steve kept thrusting and pumping loads down my throat. The man behind was grabbing my titties and squeezing them as he blasted and gushed and pissed his sperm in me deeper and hotter and deeper than ever before. Steve kept pumping, then pulled his dick out and squirted slimy ropes of sperm all over my face, and kept rubbing his cock around in the slick, hot cum, then shoving it back into my mouth for another pumb, then out again, and I was shaking with an orgasm that hit me like a railroad train. The man behind kept grunting and hosing my insides, making me bloat up full of more and more cum, now mauling my tits, and grabbing at my tummy, and shoving his hand over my cunt, and sticking a finger in and over my clit and he kept shooting hot load after hot load into me until I never thought any of this would EVER stop, and I didn't want it to, every cell in my body screaming for fuck and more and more and fuck. I was cumming like an airplane crash, as I felt the cocks go deep in again and then stay almost still except pulsing and pushed as far into me as possible, drippling out their last little strings of cum, I was shaking with an intense orgasm from the gods, blessed with a fuck from Olympus, the man behind kept rubbing my buns, my stomach, my tits, my cunt, still pulsing and Steve still throbbing in me, now the man carressing me gently. I could see Bert out of the corner of my eye come over to me with the yellow pullover in his hand, and he stroked my back and said something soothing like to a horse. I was cvrying with my orgasm that was only now subsiding, and I kept pushing back intot the man and grabbing Steeve's cock and trying to get it to go deepering in my stroat, and Bert spread the pullover over my eyes so I couldn't see and tied it behind my head. What a fuck! I was weak with it. I was a saint with it. I didn't care if I went blind with it. If could never see again. And I felt Steve's cock slip out of my mouth and gently rub over my cheeks, and I kept licking at it. And the man behind, the man with the long, thick cock, finally pulled his so slowly out while I was trying to prolong the moment by shoving back into him and squirming aganst his hairy beyy, as he was feeling up my ass and back, and I could feel his cock fall out and a sudden rush of air over my cunt, the wound of my world. Then he was wiping himself off on my asscheeks, and rubbing his still hard dick up and down my crack from behind, once even poking it gently into the opening of my little asshole. He kept on like that, just gently shoving the very tip got into the little ring there, then pulling back and rubbing it up and down, still feeling my little dripping cunt occasionally, or one of my tits, and I kept squirming and whimpering with the deity of fuck surrounding me, inside and out. And I felt abandoned in a world of sin and sorrow. Naked on my haunches, trying to get Steve's cock, still throbbing, but growing smaller, into my sweet little mouth. And the man pulled back and way, and I could hear him whisper something to Bert, and Bert laughed and I could hear him putting on his pants or jeans and then zipping them up and walking away, out of the clearing. All the while I was still licking Steve and rubbing his cock over my face, and I put one hand in my tail and fingered myself back there. God I was embarrassed. But I was fucked, too, and I knew then and forever which mattered more! If ever thereafter I had to chose between self respect and a hard cock, between dignity and dick, well . . . It would be NO CONTEST! I needed stuffed. And I needed it over and over again. I was exhausted and fell down and lay in the grass. Steve lay beside me and caressed me tenderly from behind. I fell asleep with my tit in his hand, the pullover still tied behind my head. We woke a few hour later, Steve's cock in my rump, but too pooped to pop up. He took off my blindfold, we kissed, dressed each other--we took a long time doing this!--and walked back to the house. It was getting dark. Neither Bert nor Steve ever told me who was fucking me from behind that day, and I only asked once. To tell the truth, I didn't want to know. If I knew, I've be embarrassed when I would see him. That is, if I would ever see him. This way, I didn't even know if I ever ran into him or not. In fact, I din't know who it was for over three years. Then I knew I bumped into him all the time. But I didn't know it then. The next day, after a slow tender fuck in the clearing, Bert asked, "You wanta go to a formal dance with me?" I blushed. Bert was asking me out on a formal date! I was thrilled. "Sure, Bert. That'd be great. You sure you want to take me?" "Suzi, you're something special. I really get off on you. ~And in you," he laughed. "Afterward maybe you can join a club." "What club?" "Justa club. You know some guys and girls." And, as though in an afterthought, "We have a really good time." "Bert," I choked. "I love you. I'll do anything you say." And he stroked my naked body and kissed me on the cheek. He was SO sweet. "O.K. Dress up tonight. Borrow some clothes from Sarah. Make yourself real sharp. Pretend you're going to a prom, kiddo." He lit a cigarette and blew smoke over my tummy. Then rubbed me and kissed my tits, letting smoke escape between licks. "Yep, tonight after the dance you can join the Four-Leaf Club. Be ready by six. First we'll go out and eat. We'll double with Steve and his date." He stood up, "But maybe you better catch a nap before then. I think you're going to need your rest." He smiled. "Come on. Let's get back." And he pulled me to him and kissed me long and hard as I melted in his arms. I couldn't wait! Susan's Secret Life Chapter 5 That afternoon, after Bert had asked me to the formal dance, was an exciting haze of preparations, enthusiasm, and anticipation. Bert had asked me out! ME! I felt so grown up and adult. Like I was going on my first real date, if you don't count handholding in a movie and kissing after you and some girls meet some boys at the theatre or the mall. Anyway, that was all I was used to. And though I'd gone to dance class, I'd never been to a formal dance except the one at the end of the class, and that doesn't really count. Needless to say, I couldn't take a nap even if I'd wanted to, and I didn't. After showering and setting my hair, etc. Sarah and I picked out a lowcut, formal white dress for me to wear. It came down just over my knees. I also wore a pink bra, white high heels, white nylons held up with a red garters, pink panties, and a pink slip. BOY! Did I feel grown up. I looked in Sarah's full-length mirror and I thought I looked simply delicious! So big and sophisticated and yet sweet and innocent at the same time. Sarah had already left with her date (she was also going to the dance) before Bert called down the hall to see if I was ready. BOY WAS I! As I walked down the hall Bert gave a low whistle. "You look great!" he said. "Doesn't she, Dad? Doesn't she look marvellous?" Uncle Bert set his paper down and said, "Yeah, she looks fine. Fine, indeed. Very pretty. So grown up, little niece. You look real nice." I blushed at all the attention from these two as Bert pinned some flowers on my dress. We walked out and got into his 1954 Chevy. Well, really it was both his and his Dad's car. They had found it in someone's barn and spent over two years reconditioning it. Now it was in mint condition. Two-door, white over yellow. Bert had waxed it in the afternoon and it shone brightly in the late afternoon sun. We drove over to Steve's house and picked him up. I sat between him and Bert as we went to pick up Steve's date, Julia. Steve was a perfect gentleman on the way over, but he did peck me lightly on my right cheek when he got in. The rest of the way over to Julia's house, he talked about how much he liked my dress and how grown up I looked. You know, nice talk. Real sweet. Steve went in to get his date and I almost dropped a load when I saw who "Julia" was. SHE WAS THE REDHEAD! The beautiful redhead I'd seen in my dreams and in moments of fantasy. Julia. Now I had a name. I wish I was Julia. I wish I knew more about her. I wish I looked more like her. I wish my breasts were as developed as Julia's were. I had to get out of the car for Steve and Julia to get in the back seat. "Suzi, this is Julia. Julia Roberts. Julia, this is Suzi. I think you've already met once before," and Steve gave a sly little wink and grin, but he didn't dwell on it. Like I said, he was sweet. Julia seemed to be very gracious and friendly. She smiled at me and said, "So very pleased to meet you, Suzi." I mumbled some pleasantries in return. God! All I could do was stare at her. She was SO beautiful. She wore all pink except for black net stockings, but not the cheap kind with the big spaces. She was stunning. Her long white legs were clearly visible through the black mesh. The pink dress which didn't quite reach her knees accented her beautiful light red hair, and its low cut front allowed me to see just the beginning of her breasts, the white tops of those young, soft mounds. Her smile had a way of melting me on the spot. It was broad and sincere, and her even white teeth seemed to sparkle in the evening sun. God! She was beautiful. As she bent to get into the car, I couldn't help but to try to look down her dress. I could see more of her beautiful tits, almost down to the pink nipples, I thought. But then I realized that Bert, still behind the wheel, was watching me trying to peak. He looked at me and almost laughed out loud. But just winked, turned back in his seat, and restarted the car. I was deeply embarrassed. Now it was me, and not the guys, with all the dirty thoughts. I blushed and got in the car after Steve. The dance was a dream. It was held at the local country club, and everyone was SO grown up and polite and friendly, even to me, an outsider. My dance card was all filled up after the first few dances with Bert, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. The band was young and many had long hair, but they played well and played a lot of slow dances. The clubhouse ballroom had a mirrored globe which spread fragments of starry lights all over the room. It was VERY ROMANTIC! Bert and I had a number of dances together, and on the slow dances he would hold me close and tenderly. I was in love. I was had. I only hoped he felt the same about me. Steve was utterly a gentleman also, and I knew I was also VERY FOND of him. The whole night I also kept my eye on Julia Roberts. We sat together at the table and she seemed to take a very friendly interest in me. I only wish my interest was just friendly. I seemed to be the only one with bad thoughts, and I tried to wipe them from my mind. I would try to watch her dancing sometimes. I always wanted to know where she was. And sometimes, she would see me and smile back. I'd almost melt, and whoever I was dancing with would look at me strangely because I had pushed myself against him in those few moments. Then I'd catch myself, pull back, and try to put Julia out of my mind. But it wasn't easy. My eyes kept drifting back. Once, at the table when we were both there between dances and Steve and Bert had gone for drinks, I saw her bend over her dance card and I raised up in my chair a bit to try to see more of her breasts. I just couldn't help myself, it seemed. AND GOD! I think I saw the top of her right nipple at the bottom of the cool, alabaster mound cupped in her dress. She happened to look up right then and I lowered myself quickly and turned away. I blushed. I was deeply embarassed, but when I looked back at her, she just gave me a warm, friendly smile, that seemed pretty innocent enen though it lasted a bit longer than I would have expected. The last dance was heaven! It was slow and went on forever, and Bert held me in his arms closely, but not sexily--just VERY, VERY, VERY romantic. And I was so proud to be there with him, and I felt like he was MY MAN, and I was all grown up and at a real prom at high school or something. God, I was happy. And everytime I turned around, Julia seemed to be there, her eyes half closed as she slow danced with Steve and smiled at me. It was like magic. We seemed to be right near each other for the whole time. Here were three people I really cared about, accepting me and letting me be with them and making me feel SO accepted and grown up. It was great! I wished the dance would never ever ever end. But of course, it did. And after applauding the band, and collecting our things, Bert and I walked hand-in-hand into the magic of a Maine summer evening with stars in the sky and lightning bugs and a warm breeze and the smell of pine washing over us. My, it was grand! I was with the man I loved in a land I was falling in love with at just the right time in my life. If he would have asked me to marry him right then and there I would have said "I do" a thousand times. As we walked to the car, Bert stopped and hugged me closely but like a lover should, nothing indecent. "You up for going with me to see the ol' Four-Leaf?" "What?" I'd forgotten about what he had said about a club. "Our club. You wanta see?" "Yes, Bert, anything you say." I didn't want the night to ever end. I sat close to Bert and held onto his right arm as we drove down the main highway then turned off on a dirt road at the edge of town. We drove for another 10 minutes, and I thought I could hear a rustling in the back seat. I turned and saw Julia and Steve softly kissing. It was just romantic, but I was a bit jealous. Strange as it sounds, I wish I was kissing Julia, not Steve. But I turned around and tried to concentrate on Bert. I kissed him softly on the cheek. "Um," he said, and smiled. I didn't know what I expected the club to be, but I certainly didn't expect what I saw. The house, with the words "Four-Leaf" on a large plaque over the doorway, looked like a country estate. It was circled by large, freshly mown lawn and surrounded by woods except to the front which looked over a lake. The lawn itself must have been 10 acres. It was huge, and a barn behind the house (I saw as we drove past) held the tractor it took just to keep the lawn mowed. The house had two stories with a veranda in front, a tennis court and swimming pool in back. How, I wondered, did these kids get to come here? How could they ever afford to rent a place like this? Little did I know then that they actually OWNED the place! We walked into the huge main room (almost as large as the ballroom we had just left) which had a very high ceilings and a mirrored globe suspended from the center of the ceiling. Jesus, I thought, someone holds dances here, too. There were a bunch of kids (maybe sixteen when we arrived) from the dance already there, and just then music began playing from a stereo along the back wall. Some of the kids began dancing again, just like we'd never left. Two pingpong tables with paddles and balls were against the far wall. And four guys began playing. More and more couples arrived until about 40 people were there. Bert and I danced a couple dances while the place filled up and in between I talked with some of the girls. An air of expectancy filled the room with an exciting atmosphere. If I had know what was to come, I would have run out then and there, but in the long run it's probably best that things went as they did. At least I tell myself so. Someone stopped the music and Bert stepped up to a mike that was along the back wall. "Greetings, club members!" Everyone yelled "Greetings" back, as if on cue. "Tonight we have two new initiates. It promises to be a fantastic ceremony!" Everyone screemed their approval. I just stood there enjoying the fact that Bert, who I was with, was so important that he was running the show. I felt proud and important to be with him. "So without further adieu . . ." Bert said, his speach rising like a circus m.c., "will the two initiates please step forward? James B. White and Suzi Q. Johnson, COME ON DOWN!!!!" Bert was yelling now, having a good time and not the least bit self-conscious. I was dazzled. So happy I could have been twins. I hadn't recognized my name. I was concentrating on Bert and his importance. I saw one guy step forward and recognized him as the guy who danced with me three times earlier. More than anyone else except Bert. Even once more than Steve. "Come on, Suzi. Don't be shy, now," Bert laughed into the mike. I was shocked! I felt the hands of some of the guys and girls pushing me forward. I'm too shy to stand in front of these people, I thought. Not me. Not me. I just wanta watch. Not me! But I couldn't say anything. I just walked (and was half pushed) to the front of the crowd, almost falling over a curved mirror that was built into the center of the floor. I slipped, but someone grabbed my arm. I was embarrassed already, imagine how I would have felt if I had fallen! "Come here, honey," Bert said when I got to the front of the crowd. I walked to his side and held his hand, but I couldn't look at the faces in the crowd so I looked down, feeling stupid as I did so. "How 'bout a round of applause for our initiates?" The applause was gratifying but embarrassing. I felt myself blush. If I had known what was to come, I certainly would have done more than blush! "Let's see these two dance in the middle of the floor. In two days they will be full members of ol' Four Leaf! So let's get a good look at them." Again there was applause as the crowd let Jimmy and me step to the middle of the floor. The lights dimmed a bit, the music started, and several colored lights hit the mirrored globe. It was a slow dance, and Jimmy held me loosely and respectfully. I remembered how we had danced earlier, and it was the same now. Jimmy seemed just as shy as me, and didn't try to draw me too closely to him. I thought he seemed like a real nice guy and we could be good friends in the future, being initiates together and all. But I was still apprehensive. Worried about the "two days." About the club. What did they do? Was it just a social club? Dances and picnics? Outings on the lake? I just didn't know. But going there at midnight after a dance seemed strange, vaguely troubling. We danced for four or five minutes cheek to cheek, but softly of course. I could hear people talking and when I looked at them I realized that they were talking about us, about Jimmy and me. Some were pointing at us occasionally and looking thoughtfully. Soon the lights came back up and the music faded. We were left awkwardly in the center of the floor not knowing what to do. For maybe 15 seconds we keep dancing, but then the ridiculousness of the situation made us stop. The crowd was strangely silent, now. We stood apart and looked at the crowd. They had somber, determined faces. I looked around and saw Bert. I gave him aquestioning look, but his face didn't change a bit. it was stony, strangely without any depth or caring. "Jimmy?" Bert said. "What?" "Sue?" "What?" I meekly questioned. "It's time for your initiation. Stand facing each other in the middle of the floor." I didn't know what to do, but all the grim faces somehow told me I'd better do as I was told. I found Julia's face, and even it seemed hard, menacing. We walked to the center, looking down. But in the center, built into the floor was a curved mirror, Ithink they call it "convex." We didn't want to step on that. In my high heels, I'd slip if I did. "O.K.! Now, take off each others clothes!" Bert barked. "One item at a time! Vary it. Boy, girl, boy, girl!" I could see by Jimmy's expression that he was just as shocked as I was. I felt faint, and a hot flood of emotion swept through me. I was betrayed! Shamed for anyone even thinking I'd do such a thing! Belittle and confused. Panicked. And, yes--you guessed it--hot. Just plain sexually hot. In the sweet fever of cock and cunt. Thinking about naked skin and being exposed and having someone lick me or having to choke on a fat cock or . . . Well, you get the idea. "Bert, what are you doing?" I whimpered. "Is this some kind of joke?" Jimmy asked. "This is no joke. You were told to strip each other. Now do it!" "I'm going home!" Jimmy said and he walked toward the front door. But the crowd was about five deep in that direction and they pushed him backward, hard. He slipped and fell on his face cause he slid on the mirror in the floor. "JESUS!" I said. "What are you doing? Stop it! Now." I was already beginning to cry by this time, I think. It's a bit hard to remember. "Jimmy." "Y-y-y-es?" He was scared now having come into contact with the solid force of the crowd. The beast of raw, uncaring power that a mob had, but this seemed contained, directed, well rehearsed. "Take off Suzi's shoes," Bert instructed. "No! Please, Bert." I was sobbing by this time. Confused. Hurt. Hot. "Listen, Susan! Do as I say! If you don't . . ." The pause was calculated to be menacing and it WAS! I felt fear to my very core. His voice told me that no matter how bad it would be to follow his instructions, it would be far worse to disobey. Jimmy was already cowed. His face was completely white with fear and his hands visibly shook. He got down on his knees and lifted my right ankle, steadying me, as he pulled off my right shoe then he did the same with my left. Foolishly, I told myself that maybe it would end there. We'd both have to take off each others shoes, then there would be a big laugh and everyone kick off their shoes and dance in their stocking feet until dawn. It even seem more romantic. Or maybe they'd get our shoes off, blindfold us, make us stand on chairs and throw tacks in front of us and then jump. That old one. Where they catch the tacks in a blanket or something. "Your turn, Suzi!" I was still crying, but I felt a bit better and I knelt to take off Jimmy's shoes. Then stood back up waiting for the ice to melt. "Jimmy!" "What?" "Your turn!" Bert's voice was louder. Jimmy had apparently fooled himself as I had. Now I could see his hands trembling more and his face flush with resentment and anger and fear. He seemed to be in a mild state of shock. As I was. Now he bowed his head and walked around behind me, his hands fumbling with my zipper. I was really scared! I looked at Bert. At Steve. At Julia. But I got the same stony stare from each. I wanted to curl into a ball and disappear. I stared crying a little more. I looked pleadingly around. The same stare! It seemed SO cold. Jimmy wasn't crying but he was scared. Finally he got my zipper down then just looked around in shock. "Come on! Pull it down." I felt Jimmy's hands softly on my shoulders as he grabbed the shoulders of my dress, trying to touch me as little as possible. "I'm sorry," he whispered in my ear. And I truly think he was. But if he was like me, he was getting a bit hot, too. I felt the dress being pulled off my shoulders, over my arms, and down my body. I felt it was best not to fight it and I was trying to be as passive as possible so as not to incite the crowd. Maybe this would be it. They'd see me in my slip and then we'd all start dancing. Or maybe all the girls would strip to their slips and come over and hug me. I wanted to feel Julia's naked arms around me when we were both half dressed. I wanted to feel her lips on mine But I was still crying, probably because I knew this wasn't going to stop with my slip. We were on a long slide, and wouldn't stop until we hit the bottom. I was just fooling myself if I tried to believe anything else. I could feel the fear in the pit of my stomach along with, I must admit, my confused sexual desires. I was now standing in front of a crowd of formally dressed people in only my slip. Those who seemed so accepting, those with whom I had felt I belonged just a short time before, now seemed menacing and strange. Aloof. And I felt like a small frightened child in the midst of a city of adults. This was a one-ring circus and I was its naked clown. "Take off his jacket!" Bert's abrupt order brought me back from my reverie. I felt so helpless and even more naked and afraid than Jimmy. I walked over to him and he tried to comfort me. He nodded slightly and softly whispered, "It'll be alright. Go ahead." I took off his jacket from behind and, on Bert's order, removed his cumberbun as well. "Now her slip!" Jimmy looked at me apologetically, but I could tell the prospect excited him. I could see a bulge in his pants! Although he still tried to befriend me. He knelt down and pulled up my slip. Apparently he didn't know that all he had to do was pull the straps over my shoulders. I could hear a few girls giggle as he pulled it up my legs, over the tops of my white stockings--bringing my red garters into plain view!--and up my thighs. I felt Jimmy's fingers on the backs of my naked thighs and thought I was going to burst. I was still crying, and now I started that old familiar shake, the shake of lust and confusion and humiliation and, well, just plain wanting COCK! His fingers proceded to pull across my pink panties and tummy as he pulled the slip higher and I raised my arms as he brought it to tit level. Again, his fingers scraped my tits through the little pink bra. I realized that he was probably trapped in prision of lust as well, and though he wanted to be respectful of me, he couldn't help himself. I forgave him that. He stumbled a bit getting it over my head and off my arms, and bumped into my almost naked body, but I'm sure that this was not intentional. I was in pink bra, pink panties, and white stockings, held up by violent red garters, in front of the crowd. I felt like I was going to be sick. But I managed, through my crying and shaking fingers, to take off Jimmy's shirt. His chest was pretty broad and he had fairly stong arms for a young teenager. But I was too scared to notice much. Then, when Bert told me to take off his pants, too, I almost dropped! I undid his belt and couldn't go on. I looked at Bert, but all he did was sneer. I looked up at Jimmy, and he quietly nodded encouragement to me. I think I loved him then. We were both so vunerable and alone and he could have been, as I was, consumed with self doubt and loathing and pity and fear, but he was concerned with me instead. What a nice guy, I thought, but I was still very scared. As I undid his zipper my hand went over his bulge and, again, my heart almost stopped. What a cock!, I thought. Boy, I'd love to . . . But I was still crying scared and had to go on. I pulled his trousers down and my hand accidentally (I think it was accidental, at any rate) rubbed against the back of his cock through his boxer shorts. The effect--beside the hot flood of lust in me--was his cockhead poked out of the opening! I was dumbstruck. I was eyeball to eyeball with cock (it was pink and lovely, like a little pony poking its head out of the stall at sunrise). I could hear a bunch of the girls and some guys, giggle and laugh. Hard as they tried to be to us, the sight of a guy with his naked cock sticking out was too much to bear. Jimmy blushed all over and stuffed the beautiful apple- shaped cockhead back in. I looked at him, hoping he wouldn't blame me. He didn't. He looked at me in a way to show he understood. And I took off his pants. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. I didn't know what to feel. Shame or lust or fear or . . . I felt like all my insides were being rearranged all at once. Everything was hot and gooey and slipping and mucking about. My insides felt like outsides and the outsides, in. There were no borders anymore. Maybe there never were, but I felt as though I had suddenly lost all moorings and was adrift, and I was used to stability. I NEEDED it. But it wasn't to be had. All sense of order and propriety and human dignity and mutual respect had be violently wrenched away from me. I felt like I was lost and l was found I'd never be at home in the world again. "Jimmy, peel those stockings off the bitch!" Jimmy tried one last stand. "Isn't this enough! Haven't you seen enough. What do you want? Huh?" He was shouting and they let him. "What the fuck are you trying to do. Maybe we don't want in your stupid club. Maybe you can go fuck yourselves. Fuck you! Fuck you! You son-of-bitches. What the hell do you want? Huh?" Bert's voice was low and steady, "We want you to do what you're told." The calmness in his voice made it all the more frightening. Jimmy, barely holding back his tears, dropped to his knees in front of me. He grabbed my right thigh above the stockings for support (though his hand directly and surely on my naked flesh made me jolt and start shaking even harder--I felt like I was going to lose my stomach). Then he grabbed my bright red garder and began pulling it and my white stocking off my leg. I could see my tanned and pink flesh emerging from the soft white casing of the stocking. "Slowly!" Bert said. Jimmy slowed down and, I cannot blame him for this, began to caress my thigh, knee, and calf and he pulled the pink stocking off my firm leg. I was crying, sick, and embarrassed, but fucking HOT, too. I lifted my leg and pointed my toe for him to take the stocking off. I wished everyone would disappear and he would eat me right there! He did the left leg the same way only a bit slower and caressing, even squeezing once or twice, all the way. My crying and trembling seemed to increase. "Now. His teeshirt and socks." Everything was swirling and bumping around. I pulled his teeshirt up and off, rubbing into him as I did--no longer was it an accident. I WANTED FUCKED! And I could see his white, hairless chest, fairly muscular (only not like Bert's or Steve's) through the sheen of my tears. Then I took off his socks, with shaking fingers, slightly caressing his thighs as I did. But I could feel black bile in me rise as I stood up again, in my little pink bra and panties. "Her bra!" Bert barked. Jimmy went behind me as I began shaking and crying harder. I could feel his hardon poke in my right cheek as he struggled to unhook my bra. He rubbed it around a bit, I'm sure on purpose, but I didn't blame him. I was too fucked up to blame anyone anymore. As he remove my bra and the cool air hit my little pink titties there in front of everyone, so everyone could see, I fell to my knees in shaking dry heaves. There I was, with only panties on, puking (or, rather, trying to puke) through my tears for all the world to see. Coughing and choking, I spasmed as my stomach lurched and lurched, and I shook and lurched like a dog in front of everyone. I was sick as shit! My crying came in loud gusts between empty heaves. My hands would go to my mouth and then to the floor. I tried to snap out of it, but I no longer had any control. EVEN MY BODY HAD BETRAYED ME! I shook with lust and shame and fear, and heaved, tears pouring out of my eyes, and noody said a fucking word. They all just watched and watched. Soon, I felt a cool hand on my brow. I looked, and through my tears and embarrasment, still with a few short heaves, I could see Julia. Her sweet face was looking directly at me with understanding and sympathy. "Relax. Don't you understand? We've all been through this," she said comforting me. "A lot of girls and some of guys have even gotten sick. You're not alone." And she stroked my hair and back as I kept shallow heaving for several minutes and then settled down somewhat. She was right. I shouldn't feel so bad. And to think, JULIA came over to comfort ME. Hell, I felt a better. I was still shaking some, after the heaves had passed, and still crying, but Julia had stregthened me. I felt better and was able to stand again, even though I was almost completely naked in front of a crowd of mostly strangers, all of whom were dressed to the teeth. Bert looked at me, a little more sympathetically, I thought, but said only, "His shorts." I gulped and wiped my face, pushing some of my tears aside, and let my shaking hands go top the sides of Jimmy's shorts. As I gripped the elastic, I seemed to feel that Jimmy was, perhaps uncontrollably, shoving his pelvis somewhat forward. I wanted to pull his shorts down fast, to get it over with, but before I started Bert told me to do it slowly, do I closed my eyes and started pulling them down. I could feel the tug of his boner as it caught in the elastic and the sudden release as it sprung free. I could hear some oh's and ah's from several girls. One even said, "Yum. Yum." I was scared as shit, but I couldn't keep my eyes closed. There was his COCK! Still bouncing and swaying slightly right in front of my face. It was hard and strong, not as ridged as Steve's, not as dark as Bert's. It was a young, teenage cock with a bold pink, apple-shaped head, still a bit plump, with some baby fat on, but able to be firm. A bopping, muscled, mouthing cock beating a tattoo of lust into my heart. Scrolling a scrimshaw of hot sex on my Irish tooth. Fat and pink as a baby! BOY! YES, fans, IT'S A BABY BOY! I was HAD! My sex drive was in forth, but my fear was in reverse. Where to go? Where to go? "Off!" snapped Bert, and off they came. Jimmy stepped out of his shorts and stood there before me. I was on my knees. I simply couldn't move. I wanted to pop that fat little cock in my mouth and warm it up. It must be cold, I thought in my confusion of sexual lust. It must be looking for its mother! Here, honey, I thought, I'm over here. Just let me get my little lips around . . . "Go ahead and touch it," Bert said. I reached up and grabbed the baby's red head and squeezed. It *was*. It was soft as a baby's cheeks. But warm and alive. It kept pulling up as I pulled slightly down. Wonderful! I wanted to nurse it. I wanted to nurse on it. But then I realized where I was and let go, terribly ashamed for what I had done. I wanted to fuck it and everyboy now knew. I wanted to stuff it in my mouth, feel it swirl over my tongue, jump like a goat and spit down my throat. Now everybody knew. I waas a shamelessslut! They could all see through me. I'll bet I blushed. "Stand up!" Bert said. I stood and Jimmy, on his own, now walked up to me and held me close to him. I could feel his whole body next to mine! He was BUCK NAKED and I only had on my little pink panties. He held me close, as if to comfort me, but I could feel his dick lurch argainst my tummy, and I think I could feel him push it around a bit. He held and rubbed my young back, gradually letting his hands roam down to my ass. He grabbed both cheeks and squeezed, rubbing them as he did. I felt one of his thumbs, outside my panties, go up and down my little ass crack. All of a sudden I could see what he was trying to do! The darling boy was trying to take my mind off of my fear and shame and trying to make me hot so I wouldn't get sick again. He was stoking my furnace so the whole world wouln't turn upside down. God, he was considerate! Most boys would only thinking about themselves at a time like this, but NOT JIMMY. He was trying to get me FUCKING HOT so I wouldn't be so freaking scared. Then Jimmy slid down my little body, rubbing against me and feeling up my little titties and tummy and back, and grabbed my pretty pink panties from either side and began to pull them down slowly. When he got to the top of my cunt crack, he licked my belly and grabbed my ass. "I WAS GOING TO FUCKING CUM LIKE A WHORE-SLUT RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF ALL THOSE FUCKING PEOPLE!" I thought. I got real scared and tried to pull away from Jimmy, but he pulled me back, squeezing my buns and shoving a thumb up and down my ass crack, almost down to my virgin butt hole, and I could feel mysef push back against him as my body refused to do as my brain ordered. Then Jimmy exposed my little blond cunt for all to see and I could hear oh's and ah's from a bunch of the boys and, strange to say, from some of the girls, too, I think. When I stepped out of my pink panties and Jimmy stepped back, to look at me, his hard cock bobbing in front of him, I realized we were both more naked than jaybirds (because jaybirds have feathers!) in front of ALL THESE FUCKING PEOPLE! I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there trembling and sobbing quietly while I felt myself juiced up sexually, really squirming inside and all. I kept my hands awkwardly to my sides and tried not to appear too dumb and look at the floor or close my eyes, but not face anyone either, but I found myself gazing directly at Jimmy's hard, apple-headed dick. I was STUCK. Still crying a bit, hot as hell, stark naked in front of 40 teenage boys and girls, all of whom were dressed to the teeth, in suits and formal dresses, high heels, etc. And only a short time ago I had been at a fancy ball and I felt like I was in heaven. NOW here I was, embarrassed out of my mind, having cried and pleaded with the man I loved (and the man who now barked orders at Jimmy and me), having fallen to my knees in dry heaves, and having been stripped naked, piece by piece in front of the entire crowd to my eternal humiliation. NOW I was looking down the loaded barrell of Jimmy's ripe cock! Jimmy, who at first had seemed as shy as I was, appeared to be more sexually agressive as he stripped the last items from me, feeling me up and even licking the top of my crack and touching my titties and ass cheeks, but I believed then as now that he was only trying to help me get over the hump, so to speak, that he was trying to get me excited so that I would stop crying and worrying and being scared. He wanted to help, not like some boys who would only think of themselves at such a time. "Suck him, Sue," Bert's voice was low but firm. "What?" I had started crying a bit more again as I realized this affair was not going to be over with our disrobing. "Suck his cock," Bert said, then, "Like I taught you." Now I was even more embarrassed. Bert had talked about me sucking him in front of all these people! My crying was more pronounced, my shaking a bit more intense. "Come on." Jimmy sympathetically nodded encouragement to me. He was really trying to help me through this, a step at a time. He walked over to me and held me by my shoulders in a brotherly sort of way, but his dick poked me in the stomach and he moved it around a bit on my soft skin as he held me. "Go on, baby, you can do it." He took my hand and brought it too his prick, and as he kissed me lightly on the lips, I couldn't help but squeeze his cock softly and give it a few tenative pumps. BOY it was something! Hot and hard, but smooth with, as I said before, a bit of baby fat still on it. I was HEATIN' UP FAST! But I still didn't want to get down there on the floor and suck his cock in front of all those people. We just stood there for almost a minute softly kissing me while I was still crying and lightly pumping his cock as he pushed it back and forth, touching and rubbing it on my stomach occasionally. I was getting hotter and hotter, but at the same time I was scared, because I knew I'd have to DO IT. I'd have to kneel down, buck naked, and suck a boy's cock in front of a bunch of people. Yet, and this was the first time I think I realized it, the humiliation was adding to my sexual heat. I mean, I really didn't want to suck a cock in front of people, but . . . well, I really did, too. (Maybe that's why I'm writing my sexual autobiography biography--the humiliation itself seems to do something for me . . . I don't know what.) I just knew I was really scared but that I also REALLY wanted to taste that cock. I grabbed it from behind the head and, in front of all those kids, started shamelessly rubbing it all over my belly while I began kissing Jimmy harder and then frenching him with my tongue and his squirreling around and then me squirming a bit against him. I was still was crying a bit, but I started sliding down Jimmy's hard body, still squirming a bit, trying to rub against his naked skin. When I got my titties to cock level, I couldn't help but stop for a moment and rub the fatty ripe head over both of them. GOD, that felt naughty. And nice. I slid down to my knees and just looked at it for a minute. Jimmy was still pumping into my hand a bit, his hips going back and forth a bit, his breathing shallow. "Oh, yeah," he said. I think he was really into it now, and I was so grateful for him getting me hot that, even though I was still scared, I licked the tip of the soft apple head while still pumping him. GOD, it was nice! Then, to my ever-lasting shame, I let my little lips circle the head and let the head slide softly into my mouth. JESUS! IT WAS FANTASTIC. What a great cock! I grabbed Jimmy's butt with one hand and reeled him in, squeezing his buns. I got two then three and four inches in while my hand still worked him over. I remebered to swirl my tongue under the head of his cock, a sweet cherry of flesh,.I remembered to licked him further down, keeping my lips real moist and tight, waving and wagging my tongue back and forth on the underside, and softly moaning. Bert had taught me and taught me well. And I knew I was so far into it that my ass was swirling around in the air behind me and my pussy was sticking out and everyone could probably see it. Soon Jimmy's whole cock was just covered with my saliva, and my hand slipped and slid up and down the sweet tube as I sucked and my arm hugged his butt. Jimmy pushed harder and harder and held my head, really pushing himself in. But I was ready. BOY, WAS I HOT! I stuck my ass higher in the air, shaking it and rolling it around, wishing that the lights or the air or something would become big big big cock and fuck me from behind. I wanted THAT CREAM. When I heard the crowd muttering its approval, I remembered where I was, but even though I realized that I was still crying and shaking from being so damn ashamed at what I was doing, I still wanted CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM. I pulled his cock out and let him smear my saliva and his juices all over my face while I licked at him and pumped him. Then I kitty-tongued the jerking head some more, teasing it, and let it slip back between my tightened lips. I let it out again and spread it all over my cheeks and over my chin, while sticking my tongue into his belly button and pushing my fingers up and down in his ass crack. I felt SO WILD AND WICKED AND DIRTY AND GRAND, with his cock in my mouth and my ass fucking the air. But I was still scared especially when I noticed that some flashbulbs were going off. But I was TOO FAR GONE TO REALLY FUCKING CARE, and I sucked that glorious cock back in. Now Jimmy grabbed the back of my head so I couldn't take him out again and tease him. Golly, I thought, I'm going to get his cum in my mouth and everyone will see. I was really ashamed and probably blushed all over, but like I said, I was too far gone to stop, so I pumped him faster and harder until he grabbed my head with both hands and shoved it all the way down my throat and pumped and pumped. I made my lips tighten and swirled my tongue as much as I could, trying to feel every inch of his cock in my mouth, and he started spurting burst after joyous burst down my throat, as I kept gulping him down and pulling him in over and over, my butt in the air moving in tight little short circles, and me gulping (breathing through my nose like Bert had taught me), sucking him in like I was a baby goat sucking the last drops from its mommy. I wanted to sing and cry and run away and fuck him right there and hide my head and . . . Hell! I wanted to become THAT COCK. I wished I fucking WAS THAT COCK spruting a load down past my red lips and down my pretty little throat or shoving and rubbing itself over my titty nipples or tummy or . . . Well, you get the idea. And Jimmy had been groaning as he shot his load into me and pumping his hips back and forth while holding my head and shoving me down on his cock. God, he had a load! And he dumped load after load in me, his cock still throbbing and hard as I finally was able to pull it out and, gasping for breath, I kept rubbing it all over my face as it spurted out its last little dribbles. And I licked it, too. God, I love it then! And my tail was thrashing about around behind me in the air for everyone to see, but I'd forgotten all the other kids until I was shocked out of my dream of COCK AND CUM by their polite applause. JESUS! What had I done???? Everyone was looking at us. I'd sucked this sweet cock in public and everyone had seen! And they had also probably seen my cunt from behind as I pushed it back and let it squirm in the air, like I was flying the flag ofmyself for all to see. I was never so embarassed in my life. But the evening was far from over, and I was FUCKING FAR from being sexually satisfied. I kept sticking his cock in my mouth and nursing on it as Jimmy got smaller and smaller, but he kept pushing against me as best he could, thrusting his hips at me while my own hips were, of course, still going. Out of the side of my eye, I saw Bert motion to someone and looked over to see two boys part the crowd, caring a low table. I wondered what the hell was it for. They came up beside me and set it down. It only stood about a foot off the floor. Like one of those tables the Japanese eat off of or something. "Suzi!" "What?" I had to let the limp, wet cock slide from my mouth. I wanted to pout, but I was still crying a bit and shaking since I was still scared and embarrassed. At the same time I was hot as a goddamn firecracker--you know, like one of those firecrackers they dropped from the Enola Gay. Boy, I was HOT HOT HOT! Everybody better stand far the fuck back. "Get on the table." I meekly crawled up on the table on all fours. Now everybody could even see my pussy better and see my little tits hang down. This made me hotter, but the second I'd let go of Jimmy's slick dick I felt like I was cut loose, all alone, and that made me even more scared and embarrassed. My trembling, both from lust and fear, began in earnest again and I couldn't stop. "No! On your back!" "No, please, Bert," I looked at him through my tears, choaking a bit, and still gulping for air. "Now." I laid down carefully on my back, with my arms around my small, pink breasts, hugging myself, trying to cover myself and stop the shaking at the same time. There wasn't enough room for my legs to stretch out, so I bent them at the knees and held them tightly together. I knew everyone could see me from behind, my cunt and all, but I felt a bit better, a bit more secure with my knees held thightly against themselves. "Jimmy." "Y-y-yes." Apparently some of the fear had returned as sexual feelings had been drained. "Eat her." The second I heard that, my little butt automatically jerked two inches up off the table surface. GODDAMN! I was going to get eaten! I was going to get a hot tongue in my snatch, a licking in my picnic basket! But then the thought that eveyone would see me with a head between me legs while I came, scared the shit out of me. Jimmy sank to his knees before me. "Open up, honey," I could feel his hands on my little knees, gently prying them apart. As I gradually opened my legs, Jimmy's hands caressed my soft inner thighs gently squeezing and rubbing up and down while pushing out, helping me open my legs in front of all these people. I still hugged myself and shook, softly crying, but Jimmy was trying to put me at ease, trying to relax my fears and, at the same time, focus my mind on my body so I would be hot enough to get through the night. What a sweetie! Jimmy's hands came closer and closer to my cunt as my legs widened. Then he slowly bent down, as if in a daze, and lightly licked the tippy tops of my pink little pussy lips (which were now exposed for ALL TO SEE!). GODDAMN! I spread my feet apart and finally let my legs go wider and wider. I WANTED HIM IN ME. ALL OF HIM! Not just his tongue or cock, you understand. EVERY FUCKING INCH OF HIM! I wanted him to wear me like skin. Put me on like a wetsuit. Crawl inside me like momma bear and snap me shut. I wanted the outside in, kept down and round, sealed and healed. I wanted cranked. I wanted dump fucked, rump sucked, and sump pumped. I wanted waddled, wagged, and wafted. I wanted to MERGE, baby, MERGE. And not just files, you understand. You can keep your mountain oysters. I wanted the WHOLE HOG! Jimmy's hands and tongue had found an immediate response in me. My butt started jerking up off the table and Jimmy got down to some serious licking after shoving his nose and chin all over my snatch fur, my soft cunt cheeks, and my pussy bone. I was leaking hot girl-cum, gushing it out of me and, as Jimmy smiled up at me, his face shone with my juices. WAS I PROUD! Jimmy's mouth went back to my cunt as his hands caressed my tummy and butt, one hand pulling me up to his mouth sometime and a the thumb and forefinger of the other holding me open for his tongue. I had gradually stopped hugging myself and even though I was still crying softly and shaking a bit, my hands had started caressing my own little titties, rubbing over the pink nipples and squezing some. JIMMY WAS DRIVING ME FUCKIN' WILD! Sometimes he'd get a finger or two in me while he was licking up toward the top of my crack or gnawing on my nub, and I'd flop like a landed fish. I'd thrash like a meat packer. Jerk like a jukjoint on Sat'day Nite. GODDAMN! I WAS HOT AS A FUCKIN' STRING OF FIRECRACKERS! EVERYBODY HAD BETTER STAND THE FUCK BACK! As I was flopping there and squeezing my pink little titties with Jimmy's tongue sloshing around my insides and my legs now grabbing his head tight, now shaking and trying to open even wider to get more of him in, I noticed the crowd had come closer and many of them were getting a real eyeful. Now and then I could see the flash of cameras, but I felt when I flashed it would blind everybody. Suddenly I noticed that Julia had come around behind Jimmy and knelt down a bit, but I didn't know what she was doing down there. HELL, I was too far gone to give a fuck. Jimmy's tongue and roving hands had brought me to the goddamn brink and now I was over, falling down free fall toward Nagasaki or whatever. I started bucking with every tongue waddle, every slurp and sip tripped my wire, sent me shaking with lights spilling out of me all over, sound sucking back into itself like a great womb of blasted silence, and words in my head breaking down into hundreds of syllables, and the syllables spinning off into letters, and the letters cracking into ten billion black brick, and the brick breaking to bits, and the bits pulverized into black sand then dust, and then it all vaporized into scalding black steam, cracking my heart and scalding my bowels, and burning my womb. I could feel black lightning ripping up and down my sides. My toenails snaked and frazzled. My tongue burnt to a stump. And I goddamn came and came and came and came and came- My cums started running all together like a fucking chain reaction that could have blasted silhouettes onto the sides of brick walls, melted the fucking sky, spit a shock wave that could have heaved down to the ocean floor and brought it gushing up, spinning. I MEAN I CAME, SAW, CONQUERED, AND CAME SOME MORE! I could hear oh's and ah's from the crowd as people pushed forward to see. My legs over Jimmy's back, now, thumping him with my feet, then rubbing and squirming them up and down his sides, then wrapped around his head, trying to pull his face up my cunt. I COULDN'T FUCKING STOP. I kept cumming and cumming and cumming. Even after Bert and another guy pulled Jimmy back (and I heard Bert say "Whow, Big Fella" to Jimmy), my hands shot to my cunt and my fingers started doing their ol' naughty dance in me bringing up and over the damn time after time . . . I WAS ELECTRIC! Then I felt someone pulling my hands away from my cunt and pulling me up, or rather two people, girls, pulling me up by my arms, but I wasn't done yet and wanted to fucking cum more and more and more and never stop, but some guy slapped me and said, "Wait!" I was sobbing now, with a bit of embarrassment at having a crooked, crashed, chain reaction climax in front of all these kids, but also from the tonguing itself. They took the table away and brought me and Jimmy to the center of the room. They pointed to the curved mirror and told Jimmy to stand in it. He did without any trouble. It was just gradually curved hree or four feet across. Then the two girls who had pulled me up and away from my cunt playing, brought me to Jimmy. His cock was about 3/4ths hard again, and I immediately grabbed it and started pumping. I WAS STILL HOT HOT HOT HOT and my string of firecrackers was not even half finished. I was kissing and squirming against Jimmy but the guy who had slapped me grabbed my shoulder and said, low but firm, "Back off!" So I stood back, not touching Jimmy, and shaking with the effort. I WANTED FUCKED AND FUCKED GOOD! AND NOW! I heard Bert tell someone, "Get the three incher." And I just stood there trembling, naked in front of all those people who had damn near seen me do everything but shit. I was still crying from the tonguing Jimmy had given me and from wanted to jump his pole right then and there, even if all these people could see. Two guys brought a small platfrom which they placed in front of Jimmy and which had a fitting which kept it in place in the floor. It was really just a step, a few inches high, and now it was all that separated Jimmy and me. "Suzi?" "W-w-wh-wa-what?" I was choaking now on both my embarassment and lust between my sobs. I was still hot as hell, but I'd got a bit more scared as I looked around and saw everybody watching me. When I looked down at Jimmy's nearly hard pole, I'd forget everyone again, but then I'd hear the rustling of formal dresses or someone cough or a flashbulb go off, and I'd come back to what everyone refers to as "reality." "Stand up on the step." I did as Bert said. Now I realized what the platform was for. It brought my cunt just a bit above the height of the base of Jimmy's sweet pecker. God!, I thought, I AM. I AM going to get fucked. I was excited as holy shit as I stepped up and I wanted to bounce up and down on my toes, but I didn't dare. And I didn't even grab Jimmy's cock again. I didn't want to get slapped. "Okay, Suzi. You can mount up." For a second I didn't know what he meant, but then I realized he meant I should climb on Jimmy's cock. Gosh! Boy I wanted to, but I was scared again. Hot as I was, the idea of having all these people watching me get fucked frightened the piss outta me. But I looked back down at Jimmy's cock and all my doubts, if not my fears, disappeared. I knew I had to have IT up in me. That sweet, baby-fat cock with its pink, apple-shaped head. Just think of it, snug and deep in me, spurting its sweet apple juice! Gollygoddamn! I went up on my tip toes and grabbed his cock as Jimmy lifted me up a bit around the waist. JESUS MOTHERFUCKIN' H. CHRIST ALMIGHTY! I felt the head poking around my pussy cheeks looking for an opening, then Jimmy slid over my pussy bone and we rubbed his cock up and down alown my pussy crack. We pushed and squirmed our bodies together, my titties rubbing against his chest, both of us kissing like bandits, then I raised up a bit, and still wiggling around, slid down that thing and felt him sink in a little at a time. I could feel the darling head part my pearly pink pussy lips, then pass into my sweet tunnel, pushing out the cheeks and pushing out against me from inside. GOD it was great! I could feel him slide in slowly inch by inch. I kept wiggling my tail about as he lowered me both to help him and to stimulate both of us as he lowered me onto him. He wasn't totally hard, though, and when I raised up on my tiptoes for a second thrust, he slipped out. "Wait!" Said Bert. "Hey, Red, you wanta do the honors?" Julia came forward. "Quit grabbing," she said as she went over to Jimmy, made him step to the edge of the mirror, knelt down and stuffed his cock straight into her beautiful mouth. She started giving him a pretty straight forward blow job, from what I could tell, but she kept twisting her head around real naughty like. I felt abandoned. I had been on my way to what had promised to be another series of magnificant fire-cracker atom-bomb explosions, and now I was watching darling Julia with that sweet cock of Jimmy's. They were having fun with each other. What about me? I was standing alone, naked and dripping in front of a roomful of strangers. Again I felt the sudden sharp pain of humiliation welling up within me like black bile, and knew I was going to begin crying again soon if something didn't happen. My shaking started up all over, but whether it was from lust or shame, I couldn't really tell. Probably a bit of both. I could feel the air all around my naked body, cooling me a bit where my juices had been leaking, and it felt like my titties and even cunt stuck out two yards from my body for everyone to see. Soon, I could hear Jimmy groaning and squirming (while still standing) under the ministrations of Julia's tongue. "Oh, yeah! Oh, FUCKIN' YEAH, BITCH. DO ME DO ME DO. OH, BABY!" And his hands went to her head and started shoving her down. Now I was crying for real. She was so beautiful. I wish I was Jimmy's cock. I wish her mouth could wrap around me. Over my head, and her tongue squishing all around like that, then over my tits and around my waist. I wish she'd swollow ME! Why can't she swallow me? I was crying like a hard rain. Lost and afraid and lonely. I wanted SEX SEX SEX, but got air on my body only. As Jimmy started really poking into her and holding her head down, she abruptly pulled back and slapped him as if he was getting too fresh or somehting. She a nice girl, I thought. Like me. "Get the fuck over there now and FUCK HER!" Julia said. Jealous as I was at not being able to touch Julia, as ashamed I was for being so naked in front of a crowd, crying and shaking . . . I was PLUM glad when Jimmy came over with his dick as hard as dynamite. SONOFABITCH! Then Bert came over and wraped a belt around our waists, pushing us belly to belly against each other. Jesus, I wondered, what's that for? We both want fucking. We're not going to run away. Doesn't Bert know that? But my attention shifted from the belt quickly as Jimmy grabbed my waist and lifted me onto him. I was tighter now and scared of his big, baby-fat dick, which seemed to have increased in diameter as well as rigidity. GOD, I came down even slower feeling him part the Red Sea of Me. His cockhead was probbing where man had never been before. They should name a fuckin' space ship after it, I thought. That first stroke was long and hard. I felt like I would choke. My sobbing came in big bursts as he shoved me down further and further, and I pulled him to me and fuckin' rubbed up and down against him, trying to feel all of him at the same time (the belt certainly didn't stop our squirming motions!), kissing and licking his sweet face. I wanted to wrap my legs around his back, but I was afraid we would fall over if I did that. So I just let him lower me shuddering and weeping down on his beautiful fat dick. FUCK! I was filled to the rim with him, but he wasn't caffine free. HELL NO! He had me at the edge and cranked, wired with racing stripes, blue and zapped, and all with just that one beautiful, fat, shuddering, choaking stroke! I almost fainted to even think of what the rest would be like! I cried out loud and slowly lifted up on my little tip toes, feeling him slide big, and fat, and slow back through my canal, feeling the weight of him and the suction, and evey inch of that fatty cock with its apple-shaped head push against the insides of my cunt, preparing for another stroke as he bent and sucked in my little right tit, pulling his cock down at an angle. Then I heard a loud THWACK! and felt Jimmy shoved fast and sharp into me and he cried out, "WHAT THE FUCK!" pulling his mouth dripping from my pink tit. Then I felt it, too. THWACK! my ass was all of a sudden on fire, lifting up with the sharp pain, then falling back and Jimmy's cock now half in, then THWACK! and Jimmy shoved up far inside yelling, his cock bloating up in me, and I was screaming "STOP! STOP!" and tried to pull back, but the belt held me shuddering belly to belly with Jimmy, and then THWACK! and a broad pain spread over my ass again. I went up on tip toes to try and get away, then came down fast pushing against Jimmy as I heard THWACK! and Jimmy bit my ear as he pushed deeper and deeper in while I was all the way down and still confused with pain and now crying with both lust and HARD pain, starting to gulp down air, then THWACK! and it felt like my ass exploded, like it was blown the fuck off and I jerked up feeling (and now I could notice it a bit more) Jimmy's SUPERHARD COCK sucking down and out. I started coming down on it again as THWACK! Jimmy bolted way up my cunt and grabbed me now about the waist as if he now wanted to keep fucking hard hard hard through all the pain and, to my shame, I was starting to get into it too as I rubbed against him, the belt holding our tummies each to each quivering and shaking, taking him in on the upstroke and waiting for THWACK! YOW, I came up again, feeling that barge they call Jimmy's cock pull down through my slue, then came down again as I heard Jimmy get it TTHHWWAACKKK!!! and I was hot as a string of fucking firecrackers, and this time I looked and saw that we were getting it in turn by two kids with pingpong paddles slapping our ass cheeks in perfect timing for one of the GREATEST PAINFUCKS OF MY ENTIRE LIFE!!! They would take five turns each THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! then the next two, without missing a beat, would jump in, paddle already ready freddie and THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! GODDAMN it was something, getting your ass tanned while getting heartily fucked by Jimmy's fatty cock going up and down and us squirming and thrashing and quivering in pain and our own juices just rolling out. I thought it would never stop, his BIG COCK in me THWACK!! pulling up and down THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK!! and fucking grabbing at him while THWACK! THWACK!! getting spanked and having Jimmy try to sneak sweet sucks on my titties between THWACK! HIS HOG like farmer Brown's rooting in every corner of my pen, shoving. I could feel my pussy cheeks puff out then THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! ol' apple-head down again, sobbing and shuddering and rubbing my thighs all over his and around TTHHWWACCK! THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK! THWACK!! and kissing and gulping for air and breaking in half with the sweet pain, the thousand stinging sings on each cheek THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK!! He was mashing my cunt and pussy bone into his pelvis and twisting around, rubbing THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK!! and trying to push my little tummy against his THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK!! and his cock seemed bigger and bigger like it was growing a couple arms and a leg THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! He kept pushing into me like a mountain into a mousehole THWACK! THWACK!! and our tummies, pussies, and cocks--like I couldn't even bother to remember whose was whose any more--rubbing and touching THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK!! I could feel myself BLASTING OFF, splitting off into two then four then THWACK! THWACK!! eight, sixteen of me, countdown three, two, one and clouds rolling quick away THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!! crying and rubbing, choaked with cock greed THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK!! and the sea trembled then lurched, boiling on the surface. THWACK! THWACK!! thirty-two, sixty-four, my juices spitting out and sizzling as they hit the air and the floor, the belt pulling, our tummies rubbing, the BIG COCK THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK! THWACK!! and all the air shoved out of ground fucking zero so fast that buildings and trees blew away before they could vaporize THWACK! THWACK!! one-hundred-and- twenty-eight, jumping now. UP AND FUCKIN' DOWN ON JIMMY'S SWEET HARD PRICK two-hundred- and-fifty-six GODDAMN! THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK! I remembered that everyone was watching and felt so ashamed because I knew they all saw me as a slut and a whore who was getting fucked and beaten and loving it. What made me even more ashamed was that it was true, I was a slut. So I let them watch me impale myself on that big cock and my thighs squirming, up on tip toes then THWACK! and everything !!! My orgasm blasted me onto a fantasy collage and I saw strings of firecrackers going off while the plane pulls up and away, swerving hard, boards and cows exploding in the air, skin ripped from bodies five fuckin' miles away THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK!! five-hundred- and-twelve THWACK!! the big cock breaking me in half goddamn and the fucking sands melting to a sudden mirror then vaporized into the screaming air darkness at the very center the fire ball rising over our heads THWACK! TTHHWACCK!! and we were now really the fuck fucking had become death and life and pussy and sex, Jimmy blowing up way inside, me imploding on COCK THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK!! So deep I thought he'd found the fucking NILE THWACK! and now it's a fuckin' fireworks factory workers and all half the town gone THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK!! and me choaking now one-thousand-and-twelve air rushing into the pocket of silence and no hope left for anything the earth blasted a city gone to shards and rubble THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK!! two-thousand-twenty-fuckin'-four our bodies slamming and squirming, tightening into each other THWACK! THWACK!! the belt holding our sweating bellies together now squirming with each sweet spurt TTHHWWAK!! and turning into each others bodies five-thousand-fifty-eight THWACK! and it was too bright to even fuckin' look at, a day in infamy squeezed out the sides of night and hell THWACK! THWACK!! fuckin' THWACK!! even the devil crying and us quivering in pain and fuck. I felt Jimmy's cock get bloated inside me and then explode, throbbing blasts of sperm, hot, sticky, slimy globs spurt after spurt in me like a fire hose I'm hugging and kissing Jimmy THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK!! and he's grabbing my tits, now at his deepest reach inside be damned the TTHWWACCK!!ing THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK!! the great high pain, me shuddering with the richest fucking multiple set of firecracker blasting orgasms in the history of warfare sign the fuckin' treaty and get outta here THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!! and we're laughing and crying with the pain and shuddering at the same time we look down THWACK! THWACK!! holding each other tightly and fucking THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK!! our mouths mashing pressed against each others, tongues in THWACK! THWACK!! Then the slapping TTHWWACCK!! THWACK! THWACK!!s stop at the same time we both see it there in the fucking mirror.I watched as Jimmy's cock way up inside my belly exploded again, throbbing and shuddering and spitting and squirting another load, more hot blobs of sperm into me. I heard people saying things about the slimy ropes of sperm that were drooling out of me. I remember thinking "That's nothing, they should see what's still up inside me, a river of sperm." Then we're rubbing all around on each other, both happy and sad that there are no more THWACK!s and the silence rushing in, and I hear Jimmy giggling then we break out laughing and crying even harder I can feel Jimmy's tears on my back as we see it there in the floor it's so funny and we both the fuck realize how the club gets its name still squeezing my tits now rubbing my HOT BUNS We began laughing it's funny as we see we two see in the floor in the mirror there jiggling before us our ass cheeks quivering and shaking there but nothing else we're laughing at those four cheeks in the goddamn convex mirror and they're like a trembling mass of flesh in four bright red hot leaves like a fucking red clover or something and we're laughing and can hear the crowd break into bright applause and some cheering. Jimmy still draining in me, and I can hear Bert's voice as he saw we saw and he said loud so everyone could hear and join in the fun: "YEP. You guys guessed it. That's the four leaves. That's why we call ourselves the Four-Leaf Club. And," Bert laughed hardily, "that's why everyone else calls us the Lucky Fuckers!!" And we laughed and cried holding each other and grabbing at each others' leaves, rubbing and squirming softly against each other, the belt still keeping us dripping belly to belly, Jimmy's baby cock still in my juiced-out pussy, still fat and happy in me and me so happy with those last orgasms that must have singed everybody's hair and it's a wonder there's a damn world to go back to and anybody alive in it, hot damn, I could hardly stand up and I knew I couldn't sit down, hot fucking damn! And I can't exactly remember how I got down and out of there cause I was in cotten and all with sweet dark at every edge of me. But I do remember Julia-- sweet Julia, bright red hair so soft I wanted to kiss her--leading me out through the crowd and I was still crying with the pain and the fuck and still bloated with sperm. I was really embarrassed again, being naked and fucked in front of everybody, especially when I stood up and felt a hot, slimy wave of sperm gush out of me and ooze down the inside of both thighs. Somehow I made it through the crowd holding onto Julia's sweet arm, and unsteady as hell up some stairs then in a locker room where I lay on a bench Julia undressed and I could see the sweet gauze of her flesh and then felt her next to me and lifting me again, helping me into the shower where she stroked me all over but didn't sex me up just cleaning me like you would a baby but her hands all over my flesh, so I leaned against the tile sides. Then Julia lead me into a steam room, hot with steam and the air burning my ass cheeks and caught in my lungs at first, and she sat down. I lay down on my side with my head in her sweet lap with her long legs stretching down and away, and I could remember her soothing me through my soft tears, saying "Shush, little Sue, it'll be alright. It'll be alright honey," the way you'd do it to a baby who just fell down, "Shush, little Sue, go to sleep now, baby." I was crying still but now also out of sheer gladness at the rim because Julia was hold me and stroking my face and hair and every now and then she'd stroke my shoulder then maybe my little soft titty then back to my hair, and I was smilling and drifting away in my soft tears no longer in spasms when I heard her say, "It's all over now, baby. It's all over until tomorrow. So hush, sweet Sue. Go to sleep. Go to sleep little baby," and I felt all safe and warm but I'd heard that word "tommorrow." I struggled to open my eyes and finally could see her face, still drifting away though, questioning her with my eyes, and she said, "Oh, Sue, don't worry. Go to sleep. Go to sleep, little baby," and I wanted to but that word "tommorrow" stayed in the air before me and finally she said, "Oh, Sue, go to sllep. Don't worry about it now. All that happens tomorrow is you get initiated by all the girls in the morning and then by all the boys in the afternoon. AND I WAS WIDE THE FUCK AWAKE AND SAT UP THEN JUMPED WITH THE PAIN IN MY ASS ON THE HOT BOARDS HOW MANY PEOPLE WERE GOING TO FUCK ME TOMORROW?? But a deep blackness started at the edges of my sight curving and narrowed quickly down to the pinpoint centers and I must have passed out. ABDUCTION OF FAITH PART ONE She was absolutely beautiful. Not very old, however, maybe twelve, but beautiful nonetheless. She was thin, but not skinny, flat chested, with slender hands and fingers and long, shapely legs. Her neck was long; her nose slender, her eyes a warm brown, and her smile was white and straight. Her hair was a lustrous medium brown, spilling in waves nearly to her slim waist. Every time he saw her, she was in her school uniform. A white short sleeve blouse under a navy blue vest, with a navy blue skirt that swept to just above her knees. She always wore high heel pumps, either blue suede or white, and juding by the sheen on her legs, pantyhose were the norm for her. He waited until the bus was out of sight and she had begun her trek up the road to move in. There was poignancy in this moment that he came to realize. It was the last time she would ever get off that bus, the last time she'd ever make that trek up this road. His hands were shaking. He kept patting the gun on the seat, glancing back at the ropes and gag for later, at the handcuffs for now. In a few minutes she would be all his. The weather had gotten warmer and she'd taken the sweater off, carrying it atop a pile of books in the crook of one arm. Her purse dangled on the same shoulder. She'd changed her hair, too, pushing it back behind her ears and holding it there with two white barettes, revealing the small diamond studs in her earlobes. She glanced at him as he pulled past her swerved, cutting her off. He saw her hands go to her mouth in shock. Then he raised the gun and aimed it at her. "Get in!" She hurried over and pulled the door open. "Throw your stuff in the back seat", he demanded. She threw the books, sweater and her purse into the back seat and shut the door, cowering in the seat next to him, pale but not crying. Her crisply pressed, straight skirt rode up to reveal a gorgeous length of thigh, and he resisted the urge to grab it. The power he felt at that moment was like nothing he'd ever felt before. Here he had this gorgeous, terrified young girl at his complete mercy, her eyes fixed on him, so innocent and pleading, and she was all his to do with as he pleased. "Please don't hurt me", she begged, her voice breaking. Jack shuddered with delight. For now, he wanted to hear her plead, beg. He picked up the cuffs and told her to put her hands out in front of her. She stuck them out, shutting her eyes as tears began to spill down her cheeks. He clamped the cuff down on one of her wrists and told her to cuff the other one behind her back. It took her the better part of a minute, she was shaking so badly, but soon the cuff was in place. Jack started backing out. "Where are you taking me?", she whimpered. "Someplace special. Quiet. Just me and you. You're all mine now." His heart was pounding with excitement now. She was all his. "What's your name?" "Faith Myer", the girl sobbed. "What's your middle name, Faith Myer?" "Chastity." Jack thought his balls would explode. "Nice name. You a virgin, Faith Chastity?" "Yes. I'm a good girl...please don't hurt me..." Jack whipped out his cock. He could have sworn it grew. Faith let out a little gasp and turned her head away. "Look at it, Faith! You ever seen one before?" Faith nodded. "Where?" "In...a movie...in school", she hiccupped. "Know what it's called?" "A p-p-penis", Faith sobbed. "It's called a cock, Faith! A cock! Know where I'm going to put it, Faith? Tell me!" "I-In m-my v-vagi--" "In your cunt, slut! I'm gonna stick it in your virgin cunt! Say it!" "Y-your g-going t-t-to stick it i-in my v-v-v-virgin c-c-cunt", she sobbed. "Where else am I going to put it, Faith?", Jack demanded. "I d-don't know", the girl whimpered. "WHERE ELSE, FAITH?" "I don't know!", the girl screamed. "I'm gonna put it in your mouth, Faith! I'm gonna make you suck it! I'm gonna put in your ass and assfuck you until you bleed!" The girl screamed and collapsed back against the seat, sobbing. "Please....no...", she begged. Jack was loving every second of this. Such power! "You bet I'm gonna, Faith. You're so fucking good-looking and sexy I'm gonna do it again and again! I'm gonna touch you and kiss you and feel anything on you I want, and YOU CAN'T DO SHIT ABOUT IT! What do you think about that, Faith?" Faith didn't answer. She was curled up against the door, sobbing her eyes out. She shouldn't waste it, Jack thought. I'll give her LOTS to cry about later! He grabbed her bare thigh, making her scream. "You've got great legs, Faith. How old are you, SLUT?" "E-Eleven", Faith sobbed. Jack held the gun in front of her face. "How scared are you?" "Scared!", Faith screamed. "Don't kill me!" "You want to live? Huh?" "Yes!" "Then stay scared! If I even think you really like this, I'll blow your fucking head off!" He grabbed her head and pulled her mouth against his, shoving the gun up under her skirt so it pressed against her cunt. She shivered at its touch but didn't try to pull away. Jack pushed her off. "Now sit still! You belong to me, Faith. You got that? YOU BELONG TO ME! Nobody can help you! Nobody!" Faith cowered down in the seat, sobbing hysterically. Jack wanted to make her suck him off right then and there, maybe even pop her cherry. But he'd been in one place too long. Somebody might see if he was having trouble. He started to drive. It was half an hour to his "hideout" where he planned to take her. Faith continued to sob loudly, her head resting against the door, just under the window. Her skirt was still halfway up her thigh, teasing him. He put his hand on top of her thigh and ran it up to her panties. The girl squealed and closed her legs. "Open you fucking legs, CUNT!", he screamed at her. Faith quickly opened her legs, squirming a lot and sobbing harder as he fondled her virgin middle. Jack wanted to slap the girl. He wanted to hurt her, but he didn't know why. At the same time, he didn't want to damage her. He wanted her to be fresh and sexy for as long as he could keep her that way. "P-please st-st-stop", Faith begged. "I have to pee!" Jack drew his hand away. He didn't want her to pee her panties. He wasn't into golden showers. "You hold it! You piss and I'll kill you right here!" He left her be the rest of the way. He didn't want to scare her and make her piss all over. That would ruin things. He soon reached the secluded cabin that was to be his home for as long as he wanted to keep Faith. He got out and hurried around to the other side, pulling the girl out. Clamping a hand tightly over her mouth, he forced her inside and locked the door behind him. "You still have to pee?", he snarled. Faith nodded emphatically. Jack pulled out the key to the cuffs and took them off. "Take off your skirt and pantyhose and I'll take you to the bathroom. Whether out of fear or need, Faith quickly did what he told her. When she stood only in her blouse and panties, he told her to put her shoes back on, picked up the skirt and led her by the arm to the bathroom. "You pee. Don't wipe it off with toilet paper. Use the washcloth on the sink. Clean yourself up good. Then put your skirt back on and get your ass out here!", he snapped. Taking her skirt, Faith ran inside. He wanted to watch, but not this time. He wanted her pussy to be a pleasant surprise. As it was, her white cotton panties showed him it was flat and probably VERY tight. A few minutes later Faith returned, smoothing her skirt. Her sobs had quieted a little, but she was still crying. Jack grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall. "Go back in there and blow your nose and wash your face!", he demanded. "Now!" Jack let go of her and she scrambled back into the bathroom. When he returned she was crying harder, but looked a little better. Grabbing her by the arm, he dragged her toward the bedroom, where he planned to keep her. Faith's eyes widened when she saw the bed--it was obvious she knew what he was going to do. Just for fun, he pushed her backwars onto the bed. "Lie still!", he snapped. "You fucking move and I'll choke you to death!" Faith lay very still, her arms out at her sides and legs spread slightly. She had her eyes shut tightly and looked about ready to scream. "Say, please don't fuck me", he told her. "P-Please d-don't...d-don't...f-fuck me", she sobbed. "I won't." Her eyes opened. He grinned. "I'll just rape the shit out of you!" He threw himself on her, pinning her wrists and sealing his mouth over hers. She had soft, firm lips and her mouth tasted sweet. He thrust his tongue in as far as he could, grinding his crotch against hers. He could feel her little heart pounding against his chest and loved every second of it. Climbing off the girl, he hauled her up by one arm and propelled her over to a nearby chair. He spun her around, pinned her arms, and smacked her on the ass. Faith let out a cry and shivered against him. "That's just a warning", he told her. "I want you to sit in this chair and don't even think about moving until I come back. You move and I'll hurt you a lot worse!" He shoved her into the chair and stepped out without looking back, secure in the knowledge she was too scared to try anything. But just in case, he'd deliberately left a phone nearby--one that wasn't connected. If he caught her trying to use it, he'd use that as an excuse to hurt her more. Out in the car, he got the ropes and gag and all of her stuff. He carried it back inside, only to find her still sitting in the chair, showing no sign of having moved. She was sobbing quietly, her head hanging, hair over her face. "Please let me go, I won't tell", she begged. "Shut up, cunt!", Jack snapped. "That's your name from now on. Cunt! I want you to say it!" Faith didn't raise her head. "Cunt." Jack slapped her on the side of the head. "Look at me, Cunt. Tell me how much you like this. Tell me you deserve this." Faith shook her head. "No..." Jack slapped her again, harder. "Tell me!" "I like this. I deserve this", Faith sobbed. He stepped behind the girl and pulled her wrists together behind the chair. "Please don't tie me up. I won't try to get away!", she pleaded. Jack ignored her and tied her wrists. He made sure the ropes weren't too tight, then bound her ankles. "You have great legs, Cunt. I'm going to have a lot of fun with them." He moved around behind her again and yankd a kerchief between her jaws, knotting it behind her head. Pulling the girl out of the chair once more, he gave her ten hard slaps on the ass, making her scream each time, then shoved her back. Her pretty face was red an she was panting hard through the gag. Reaching dow the front of her blouse, he slipped his hand inside her training bra and pinched one of her nipples. She screamed in agony, her whole body going stiff. He guessed they must be developing and therefore quite sore and sensitive. Good. He would make her pain something to remember. He removed his hand and went over to the bed. It didn't take long to rilfe her purse--she didn't have much. Five dollars and a picture of her family, along with a library card. No makeup or anything else. He looked at the picture. It appeared Faith had a younger sister, just as pretty, but much youger. He held it up to her face. "This your sister?", he asked. Faith nodded. "How old is she?" "Fihhfe", Faith sobbed, muffled by the gag. "What's her name?" "Behfcky." "Becky? That's a pretty name. I'm going to get her too, Faith, and bring her here. Unless you do everything I want, you got that?" Faith nodded emphatically. "Good. Now be scared. Real fucking scared!" He jammed his hand into her blouse and pinched her again, making her scream. Withdrawing his hand again, he headed into the kitchen. He needed a beer. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx For the next hour he let the girl simmer. His cock got hard just thinking about what he wanted to do to her. After a while her loud sobs quieted down and he decided to move onto the next part of his plan. Jack had planned well, of course. This was his first kidnapping--but not his first rape. Working as an orderly at a mental hospital gave him access to lots of potential victims. His favorite was a catatonic ten year old named Kara. Kara had been at the hospital two years, ever since seeing her entire family die in front of her. Jack liked her because she wasn't able to tell anyone what he did to her. She didn't react to much of anything--nor could she do anything for herself. She ate if fed, went to the bathroom but somebody had to wipe her. Otherwise she'd just lay around and do nothing. Kara looked a lot like Faith--long light brown hair and brown eyes, small and thin, but not skinny. It was because of that that Jack had been so attracted to Faith. Unlike Kara, Faith would be quite responsive. Not that Kara was totally unresponsive. The first night Jack raped her and stole her virginity, she cried. Not loud weeping, just tears rolling down her cheeks, like she felt it. And when he put his cock in her mouth she would automatically suck and swallow, though Jack could never figure out just why. Either way, working there and having Kara to play with hadn't been enough, but it had given him the means to plan this out carefully. He wanted to give Faith maximum pain and terror with minimal damage. He also didn't want a mess. He'd read a lot of stories on raping little girls and stuff, but most of them missed some crucial points. Little girls were prone to throw up, piss or shit their pants when they got scared. Jack was used to all three--you got it alot, working with mental patients--but he didn't want that with Faith. It was easily remedied, of course. He'd clean Faith out beforehand. He had what he needed to do it. He even planned to break the girl's hymen before he raped her to keep the blood away. Stepping back into the bedroom, he lifted the shaking girl from the chair and cradled her in his lap. Gently he pressed her head to his shoulder and stroked her hair. It was all part of the mind games he intended to play with her. "I'm going to untie you, Faith", he said gently. "Then you're going to take all your clothes off." He felt her start to shake even harder. He gave her a gentle squeeze. "Shh, now, I won't hurt you. I won't even look. I'm going to give you some special panties to wear, and a shirt. If you're a good girl, when I'm done you'll take a bath and then you can go to sleep. Okay?" His gentle tone calmed her a little. He slid her onto the bed and went over to the closet, where he'd stored a t-shirt he thought might fit her. The final item was a pair of rubber pants with a whole in the back; they were designed to fit girls about her size. The hole was for enemas. He untied Faith and turned his back while she undressed. He didn't want to see her nude until he raped her. "Have you had a period yet?", he asked. "No", she answered softly. "Hurry up and get that stuff on. That hole in the panties goes in back." A few minutes later she announced she was dressed. He looked her over, admiring the way the rubber pants hugged her tiny middle and slender hips. Grabbing her arm, he took her into the bathroom. The first thing he did was pull a tampon out of the medicine cabinet. "Stick this in your pussy. It'll hurt the first time but get used to it because all girls gotta do it sooner or later." Faith took the tampon questioningly, then turned around and pulled the front of the rubber pants down. He watched her hands move, inserting it, gasping a little. "It hurts", she told him. "I can't go any further." "Push it. I want you to tear your hymen." "Do it or I'll get a knife and do it!", he snapped. Shaking, Faith pushed harder. Not satisified with her progress, Jack reached around and gave her hand a shove. She screamed and nearly fell as the tampon's plastic applicator tore her tender hymen in half. Holding her around the waist, Jack told her to pull out the applicator and throw it on the floor. She did as she was told, leaving the tampon itself in place. Jack snapped the rubber panties back into place and turned her to face him. Kneeling down, he ran his hands up and down her legs. They were baby smooth--not even the lightest of hairs, like most little girls had. "You shave your legs, Faith?" "N-No. My mommy lets me wax them." "She's a smart mommy. She must have wanted me to do this. When did you wax them last?" "Last night", Faith admitted. "Good girl. Now get down on your knees and face the toilet." Shaking, the girl got down. Jack took a bottle of syrup of ipecac from the medicine cabinet and measured a small amount on a spoon. He made Faith drink it down, then held her head when a moment later her stomach lurched and she started vomiting. She vomited twice and dry heaved for a few minutes, then sagged weakly against the toilet. Jack pulled her to her feet and made her wash her mouth out, then gave her some mouthwash and a tootbrush and toothpaste to finish up. While she did that, he prepared a warm, soap and water enema. Taking her back into the bedroom, he made her lie face down. The hole in the panties was wide--he could see pink asscheek peeking through. Greasing up the tube, he fingered her a bit until he found her tiny asshole, then slid the tube in. Faith gasped a little at the discomfort as the tube slid up into her bowels and the warm, soapy water filled her. It didn't take long before her abdomen bulged and she was moaning in pain. "It hurts!", she wailed after a bit. "Stop!" Jack slapped her head. "Shut up, Cunt! It's you or your sister, got that?" Faith immediately quieted down. ABDUCTION OF FAITH PART TWO He left the enema in for the better part of half an hour, then took her into the bathroom and let her go. She sobbed with relief as her bowels emptied, only to cry harder when he dragged her back to the bedroom and applied an ice cold water enema to finish cleaning her out. While she lay moaning, he drew a warm bath for her and piled her clothes up. It was getting late now; just after six. He didn't think she'd be on the news yet, but he wanted to see later. Just in case. After her second cleansing, he had her remove the tampon and take a bath. He was pleased to see she hadn't bled much. He left a blowdryer for her to use on her hair, then went out to watch the news. As he'd thought, nothing, unless he'd missed it. He watched the world news and then a stupid comedy after that, and Faith still wasn't out of the bathroom. He heard the hairdryer going so he decided she must be drying he hair. Maybe he'd pay her a little visit. He didn't bother to knock on the bathroom door. Faith wasn't there. He felt a momentary thrill of panic, then realized she couldn't have gotten out; the back door was deadbolted, and she'd have to get past him to get to the front. Which meant... Dashing into the bedroom, he found her frantically trying to dial the phone. The minute she saw him she screamed and dropped the phone, backing into a corner. He grabbed her by the throat and slammed her hard against the wall, then flung her onto the bed. "Fucking cunt! I told you to cooperate!" Grabbing her by the shoulders, he shook her hard. "I should fucking kill you!" Faith screamed hysterically. She didn't try to fight him, he noticed, a sure sign she was terrified. Pulling her to her feet, he yanked her hands behind her back and tied them again. "Please don't kill me!", she wailed. "Shut up! SHUT THE FUCK UP!", he screamed at her, grabbing her around the waist and slapping her ass again, three quick slaps. Shoving her back into the chair, he tied her ankles next. It was time to teach her a lesson. Stepping back, he unzipped his pants. Whipping out this thick, 10" cock, he showed it to the terrified little girl. "Open wide, Faith! And you even think about biting this, you're dead and so is your sister!" Lower lip trembling, Faith opened her mouth as wide as it could go. Grabbing the sides of her face, Jack slammed his cock into her mouth, shoving it so far it went into her throat. Faith gagged fiercely and struggled so hard she nearly tipped the chair over. Jack held her head until she managed to keep his cock without choking. He pulled back and plunged in again and again, the girl's hot, wet mouth and whimpers driving him toward a fast, massive orgasm. His head was spinning by the time he came, the ecstasy was so great. He rammed his cock back into Faith's throat and held her head pressed into his abdomen, making the little girl take his whole load down her throat, then suck him clean before he withdrew. Faith began choking and sobbing as soon as he pulled out. "I hate you!", she screamed at him. "I hate you, I hate you!" Jack slapped her lightly across the face. Just hard enough to sting. "Watch your mouth, Faith! You love what I just did! You want more!" "NO!", Faith screamed. "Leave me alone!" Her terror was too much for Jack. He felt positively giddy with what he'd done to her and with what he yet planned to do. Grabbing a thick handful of her hair, he jerked the little girl's head back so she had to look up at him. He sealed his mouth over hers, thrusting his tongue in. Faith gagged and made no effort to kiss him back. In time, she would. The worst of her humiliation wasn't over. After he'd raped her to his satisfaction, he'd make her give herself to him. He doubted she would enjoy it, and if he even thought she did, he had ways of punishing her. Reaching down inside of her blouse, he tweaked her nipples. Her little body jerked each time in response. Drawing his hand back out, he began to stroke his thick cock. He was ready to come again. He pulled away from the girl's mouth and held her head still while he jerked off in front of her. Faith tried to squirm away, and he gave her hair a jerk, making her sit still. "Here it comes, cunt!", he screamed, spewing his thick load all over her pretty face. He wiped it off and made her lick it off of his fingers, enjoying every second of watching her do it. Never did he think it could be this great! "Tastes good, huh?", he laughed. "Want more?" "NO! Leave me alone, please!", Faith begged. "No way, cunt. You're all mine." "I want to go home", Faith pleaded. "I WANT MY MOMMY!" "Tough shit, cunt." Jack yanked the gag between her teeth again and tied it. He wasn't done yet. He went into the kitchen and searched the drawers until he came up with two snap-on clothespins. Returning to Faith, he opened the little girl's blouse and pushed up her training bra. Her little boobs barely stood out. Her nipples were tiny and pink, not even erect. Jack lowered his head and sucked on one, then the other. They were obviously very sensitive; a flick of his tongue brougth them erect. Just for some more fun, he pinched them, making Faith squirm and whimper with pain. "See these?", he asked, holding up the clothespins. "All for you, Faith. Watch." He spread the clothespins and pushed them against each nipple. The girl's eyes grew wide and she shook her head violently. She definitely didn't want that! Laughing, Jack let the clothespins snap shut. Faith screamed so loudly, the gag was barely enough to muffle it. The little girl began to squirm violently, trying to shake them free, which she couldn't, of course. Jack found himself getting hard all over again. He briefly considered taking out her gag and face fucking her once more, then discarded it. Nor would he touch her pussy--yet. He'd save that for later. He lifted the girl out of the chair and threw her on the bed face up. Vicioulsy, he pulled the clothespins off of her swollen nipples and started to jerk off. Faith shut her eyes tight. This time he came on her tits, gobs and gobs of cum he'd never thought possible. Laughing, he rubbed it into her skin, ignoring her moans of agony as he rubbed her extremely sore nipples. "Yeah, that's terrific", he chuckled. "Real good." When the last of his sticky cum had been rubbed it, he pulled her bra down and buttoned her blouse, then flipped her over, with her legs hanging off the bed. He pulled off his belt and smacked the girl's ass with it, the loud CRACK of the leather against her tender behind, protected only by her panties and skirt, had him hard again in no time. One more thing to do, he decided, before he got some rest. Giving the girl's ass one more hard swat, her pushed her skirt up and drew her panties down, revealing the tighest, cutest little rosebud asshole he'd ever seen. "Just wait here", he teased. "I'll be right back." xxx Jack deliberately took a long time in the bathroom, getting the KY jelly. While he was there, he filled a syringe with a small amount of sedative. For later. Back in the bedroom, he surveyed his young victim. She looked so tender and helpless, hands bound behind her, skirt pushed up and panties down, ankles tied. Her little body was wracked with sobs. He knelt down, running his hands over her bare thighs as he tongued her tender ass. She shivered, whether from pleasure or disgust he didn't know. He was enjoying himself too much. He slipped the neck of the jelly tube into her tiny sphincter and squeezed, filling her insides with the gooey stuff. Faith squirmed as it entered her, her sobs softening but sounding no less frightened. When the tube was empty, Jack stood up, spread her tiny asscheeks, and put the head of his cock at her opening. Faith tensed. "Yeah, do that. I want it to hurt a lot!", he laughed, pushing his cock in. Despite her tightness, the jelly eased the way. As his cock entered the little girl's hot inner rectum, Faith gasped. He pushed himself all the way in, then pulled out and shoved back in again, as hard as he could. Faith screamed and buried her face in the bed covers as Jack pounded her tight, once virgin ass fiercely. Jack knew she secretly loved every minute of this and pounded her harder, never quite letting his dick slip out of her super-tight, lubed asshole. When he finally came, he did so way up inside of her, dumping thick, hot load after load deep inside of her bowels. Slipping his hand around her slim hip, he lightly fingered her flat, as yet unseen, virgin pussy. When the little girl responded by collapsing in a limp heap, sobbing, Jack knew she was spent for the night. Jack pulled out and smiled admiringly at his softening, yet clean, cock. Much as he hated to admit it, he was bushed. It had been a long day and tomorrow would be even longer. Not only him, but for Faith as well. He rolled the little girl over onto her back and gently inserted the needle into her arm. Faith's eyes slid closed quickly, the sedative and exhaustion taking over. Jack untied her and removed the gag, then her shoes and skirt. He left her nothing but her panties. Tomorrow night, not even that. Slipping the girl under the blankets, Jack laid down next to her. Let her sleep now. She'd need it for tomorrow night. DAY 2 Early the next morning Jack awakened Faith and made her dress. She was considerably more submissive than she had been yesterday, but no less frightened. After she dressed, Jack tied her hands again. "You hungry, Faith? You want some fucking breakfast?" Faith nodded. Tears crept down her face. "Here, have some!", he shouted, ramming his cock into her mouth. He facefucked the girl for a good ten minutes, making her swallow his load--her "breakfast". The girl choked and gagged the whole time and afterward, knelt sobbing in front of him while he gagged her. Unfortunately, Jack had to work today. But he'd planned for that, too. Pulling the girl to her feet, he led her over to the closet, which was empty. Inside he'd built a low wooden bench which he sat her on. He tied her ankles together and grinned at her. "This'll keep you", he told her. "Now, you gotta go to the bathroom or anything?" Faith shook her head. "Good. 'Cause you'll be in here all day, got that? This'll keep you." He went into the kitchen and returned with a sports bottle filled with cold water, which he sat next to her. There was enough room for her to bed down and sip from it, despite her gag. "You get thirsty, there's water for you. I'll see you in, oh, eight or ten hours." Laughing, he shut the door on her and headed to the bathroom to get ready for work. He stopped once more before he left to make sure she didn't need the bathroom, then headed off to work. Time seemed to crawl by. Once or twice he was gripped by the paranoid feeling that she might have gotten away, or worse, that someone had seen him take her. The noon news had a story on her disappearance, tucked neatly at the end right after the sports--typical, Jack noted. Missing kids rarely ever attracted much attention. Jack practically ran to his car when his shift was over. His balls ached and his cock was throbbing for Faith's tight snatch. No more waiting. He was going to rape the little girl for everything he was worth, all night long... xxx Faith cowered when he opened the closet door. Jack had dropped his pants, his rock hard meat sticking out, pointing at her like an accusing finger. "Suck me, whore!", he demaned, removing her gag. "Suck me and I'll let you go now!" Faith leaned hesistantly forward, her eyes on him as she took his cock in her mouth. Tears streamed down her face, tears of humiliation. She slid a little in and started to suck, but it wasn't enough to please Jack. Grabbing her head in both hands, he raped her mouth, jamming all 10" of his thick cock down her throat and forcing her to suck him that way. Faith choked and gagged, her small body heaving as she fought to control herself, and finally, suck him off. When she had finished and the last of his cum was safely down her throat, Jack gagged her once more and removed his pants. "Party time, babe", he chuckled. He flung the sobbing child onto the bed and reached under her, unzipping her skirt. He drew it off slowly, watching her white panties as they peeked out at him, then were wholly exposed, the only thing left covering her tender virgin mound. "This won't hurt at all, Faith", he told her, his voice seductively cruel and kind at the same time. He rubbed his hand over her tender mound, feeling it through the fabric of the panties, as Faith squirmed and squeaked and whimpered. Then, ever so slowly, he pulled them off. Her pussy was perfect--flat and hairless, with just the slightest trace of pink on the outer lips. Hungrily Jack lowered his mouth and began to lick her there, her squeaks and whimpering turning to soft moans of unexpected pleasure as he tenderly probed her delicate mound. He only suckled her for a few minutes, long enough to make her wet. He didn't want to her to have an orgasm. He didn't even want her to KNOW what an orgasm was. He just wanted to make the going easier--for him. He slid up over her, guiding his cock with one hand to the opening of her tiny hole. Faith stopped moaning and looked at him, as if for the first time realizing that the terror was far from over. Faith's eyes widened as he pushed in, just a moments hesitation before she screamed agonizingly through her gag. Jack pushed with all he had until he was buried to the hilt inside of her tight virgin cunt. Her screams were too much for him to bear; they excited him to no end. Grinning like a madman, he pulled out and slammed back in, enjoying her pain. He'd never imagined it could be so good--it was one thing to fuck a catatonic girl, quite another to fuck one who could feel it and react. Faith's cunt clamped around his cock like a vaccuum, urging him to come in her. He stared at her eyes as he pushed himself back into her. They were huge now, full of pain and terror, not a trace of any other emotion in them. Every inch of her body was tense, her legs stuck straight out and rigid. He felt his cock slide up inside of her and withdraw again, maintaining a rhythm that brought pleasure to him and pain to her. "I like hurting you Faith!", he howled, "your pussy is sooooo tight! I bet Becky's is real tight, huh?" Faith squeezed her eyes closed and screamed louder than ever. It might have been NO, it might have been a cry of agony. Jack didn't know, nor did he have any reason to care. Ass quivering with the sudden force of his orgasmic pleasure, he shot his hot load deep into her. Jack collapsed on top of the little girl, panting and grinning and feeling almost totally satiated. He'd raped her, fucked her hot, tight cunt for what it was worth, but it wasn't over just yet. No, he had more humiliation in store yet. He pulled out of the little girl, slowly, feeling the way her tensed fuck muscles squeezed the last hot jism from his cock. Faith immediately rolled onto her side and drew her legs up in a fetal position, a feeble attempt to protect or even comfort herself, in Jack's eyes. "I'M NOT DONE YET, FAITH!", he screamed, forced her face down and working her ass up in the air, spreading her legs. Grabbing her slender, shaking hips, he slid into her from behind. Faith emitted a surprised gasp, then resumed sobbing as he slid into her violated cunt again. Jack pounded her a few times, then got another idea. Picking up the rope he'd used on her ankles, he pulled it around her neck and held it in one hand like a rein. Faith started choking as he pulled it tight while sliding in, holding it there until the girl sounded almost ready to pass out, then releasing it when he pulled out of her. He did this again and again, bringing her to the brink of unconsciousness, then releasing her when he pulled out. "YEEHA! RIDE'M COWBOY!", he bellowed as he came again, pulling the rope as tight as he dared. Once more he brought her into the breach, then let go. The last time she collapsed onto the bed, gasping and sobbing and trembling uncontrollably. "Yeah, baby, that was great", Jack breathed. He left the girl lay there while he went to shower. "I'll be back, cunt!", he swore. xxx When he returned half an hour later, Faith still lay face down on the bed, quiet, but her body quivering almost uncontrollably. Jack rolled her over, grinning maniacally. The girl stared back at him with a look of absolute terror. She'd bitten down so hard on the gag, it was almost severed in two. Still grinning, Jack raped her again. This time, she didn't last. She just passed out. Ten minutes after he finished, Jack lay next to the girl. Much as he wanted to, he could take this no further. She'd hit the brink; next thing, she'd start accepting it. Maybe even like it. And he didn't want that. Pausing only to dress, he lifted the girl's limp form in his arms and carried her out to the car. Faith's little ordeal had come to an end, but his fun had just begun... EPILOGUE Jack came to work a week later feeling exuberant, full of life. He wasn't the least concerned that anyone would find out what he'd done. Nor that they would catch him if he chose to do it again. Nothing had happened during the time he'd taken to rest up, and he didn't think anything would happen now. He waved good morning to the a couple of nurses and a fellow orderly standing at the coffee machine as he passed by, stopping long enough to pick up his room keys at the nurses station. While he was there, Dr. Humboldt, the chief psychiatrist, walked up to him. "Good to see you back, Jack." He grinned. "I made a rhyme." Jack nodded, silently wondering if Dr. Humboldt wasn't really a patient who'd escaped at some point and nobody noticed. "We have a new patient in your wing. Brought in two days ago.Total catatonic." Dr. Humbolt put a hand on Jack's shoulder and led him down the hall to a room that, last week, had been unoccupied. Through the little glass window, Jack could see a young girl with long, brown hair sitting with her back to the door, staring out the mesh-and-glass window. "She's a rape victim, that much we know. She wasn't badly marked up but she must have gone through hell. She won't talk, she hardly eats. She doesn't even seem to recognize her own family. She's like little Kara Michaels." Jack nodded. Another catatonic to play with! How much better could this get? "Well, I'll leave you to, um, get acquainted", Dr. Humboldt said with a smile. Jack unlocked the door and stepped inside. The girl didn't react at all to the squeak of his shoes on the floor, or the sound of the door shutting behind him. He walked around to the other side of the bed and looked at her face. A sick smile crept across his lips as a hint of recognition filled the girl's brown eyes. "Hello, Faith."