Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: THC Archive: SSL.SEX Date: Sat, 16 Mar 96 03:00:50 -0800 ==================================================================== Susan's Secret Life by S. Q. Johnson (as told to Poet) I've never thought about writing a chronicle of my life before, but certain recent events have made me realize that I must try to look back at my life 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 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. I looked down quickly to hide my embarrasement 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 to come toward me again and I backed away until I ran into the wall of the elevator. Luckily for me we had just reached the top flor and the doors open. I looked up. The young man looked at 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 smart, good-looking, eat right, exercise, and have a body that attracts men, although I am incredibly shy of my body and rarely try to attract any attention. At the same time I am incredibly over-sexed and constantly thinking about sex and imagining what it would be like to be fucked by almost every man I know. 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 fourths. This was even after I was introduced to wanton sex by Bob, my lover. Bob is 21 years old and works at our firm doing odd jobs, delivering papers, photocopying, mail-boy, etc. By all definitions of the word, he is a "hunk." He works out and his body is rock-hard. Brown eyes, beautiful black hair, and the nicest ass I've ever seen on a man. I always dress professionally, and even maintain a decorum at office luncheons, softball games, and parties. But at last year's office Christmas party, I had drank a bit more than I was used to and began to flirt a bit with Bob. Later in the evening, I was walking out of the upstairs bathroom when a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me into a bedroom. It was Bob. "Come here, you cockteaser." He hissed, as he closed the bedroom door behind us. I didn't say a word because I assumed he was now kidding me in return, or maybe he had had just a little too much to drink. His hands shot to my breasts and roughly felt them through the green velvet of my dress. His fingers found my braless nipples and they hardened to his touch. "No, Bob! What do you think you're doing? My husband is downstairs!" I could feel the hot flush of embarassment and excitement course through me. "I'm breaking a cockteaser. In my neighborhood we know how to deal with cockteasers, and you are the worst I have ever met. When I'm through with you, you won't tease me anymore." His rough talk and his rough grabs were so out of place, so beyond anything in my experience, so surprising, I was shocked and had to suppress a nervous giggle. But at the same time, the whole situation was turning me on. I didn't fear for my safety, because of the setting and that it was Bob, and I knew he would never hurt me. Still, the roughness was causing me to respond. Phil, always a gentleman in and out of bed, had never talked to me or felt me the way Bob was. This was new and exciting. I fell back almost willingly when Bob pushed me back on to the bed. "Bob! Stop it! Are you crazy?" I was protesting, but I was also keeping my voice low. To tell the truth I was really getting turned on. 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. "Oh, Bob, no." I moaned but squeezed some more. He thrust his hard dick against my hand as he pulled up my skirt and pushed his fingers against my cunt outside my panties. Suddenly he stopped, pulled away from me, pulled down my panties, then slid that wonderful dick into my already hot, wet cunt. God it felt wonderful 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 the top of my dress and pulled it down over my tits. While still fucking me, he bent his head and sucked on one tit while mauling the other. 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 and stood up. I sat up and smiled at him. "Wow! I really can't believe that happened, Bob. It was great, but I can't believe I just cheated on my husband!" Bob drug me to my feet then shove me to my knees. I had to work to keep my balance as he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his still-hard cock, "Shut up, bitch. Lick me clean." I took his warm and sticky cock in my mouth, sucking it and then licking our juices from its length. I fondled his hot length and his balls with on hand and his chest beneath hisshirt with the other. I would have done anything for him and I think I knew it. As I was working on his cock, Bob said, "Do you know why cockteasers tease? Because they are really sluts and that's the only way they know how to ask for it the way they want it - hard and fast." I heard him, but was enjoying his cock too much to pay that much attention to what he was saying. Finally, when he was clean, he returned his meat into his pants and zipped up. He walked out of the bedroom without another word, and by the time I had reassembled myself and returned to the party, he was gone. That night was the beginning of my descent into raunchy sex. I didn't know it then, but Bob had given me something I could no longer live without. Until Bob took me on that bed, I never knew sexual excitement like that existed. I had never been that aroused, and I wanted more. 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 again 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. Bob's blow jobs became the daily ritual. Every afternoon, in my $400 business suits, I'd suck my stud's hot cock as his hands roamed over and in my body. He'd fill my mouth with cum, and watch me swallow it, and then I'd lick him clean, drive home and be the perfect wife and mother. One Friday afternoon, Bob gave me his address and told me to be there by noon on Saturday. It was easy enough to tell Phil that I was preparing for a trial, which always entailed extra hours at the office. When I arrived at Bob's, he pointed me to the bedroom and told me to undress. For the next three hours I was held in the most wonderful state of sexual awareness in my life! Bob tired this girl out! His hard body and hard cock were all over and in my body. I became a slave to his touch. He would tease and play with me until my release was about to explode, and then back off - he drove me crazy and into ecstasy. He fucked my mouth, my cunt, my tits and my virgin asshole. He sucked my nipples and toes and fingers and clit. He massaged my legs and back and breasts and my pussy. Phil had been the only other man to make love to me and he couldn't compare to Bob. I didn't want the afternoon to end. I wanted Bob to fuck me for days. 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." "I'll be here." "See you in the office after work on Monday, slut." "I'll be waiting, Bob." It was hard to believe, but our fuck session the following Saturday was even better than the first! Bob was so young and strong and aggressive. The more he demanded from me, the more I responded and enjoyed. But after that second Saturday, I didn't want to wait another long week between Bob's fucks. Every night, during our blow jobs, I begged Bob to let me visit him. Finally, on Thursday he said yes. I stayed until midnight and just about crawled home and into my bed. Driving home, I admitted to myself, for the first time, that I was no longer in control of all aspects of my life -- I was physically and sexually addicted to Bob. On the third 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 as you ask." 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 licked his lips and 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 before I noticed. In fact the first thing I saw was the bobbing 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 to end up with 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 horney. "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 nipplest 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 escaped 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. Your'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 hunching forward and drawing my arms around in front 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 my 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 removed 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 middle of 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 calves, 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 him and a soft moan of yearning escaped my lips. He just kept rubbing my ass, thighs and calves, 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!" Tom 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 shame, all wrapped up together. I could feel that hard cock in my hand. I could feel it pulsing with need. Chickening out, I pushed my 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 swirling 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 began shaking with lust. I moaned loudly and the cock head pushed 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 depths. 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. Look 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 fullfilled 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 my self 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. "Thought we'd make things more interesting." r Oh, no! I thought. I can't handle it anymore! This is too much! 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 blonde pussy. 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 one 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 calves, 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 calves 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. "Yeh, you're really something. So fucking soft. Blonde 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 stroking my pussy. "Such a pretty blonde 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 insole. It tickled and I laughed though my fear and excitement. "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 caressing 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 blonde 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 myself, but his hands, planted beneath my armpits, prohibited me going lower. So I was reduced to flopping against him, grinding down on half a cockhead and squealing 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 shoved 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 FUCKEE! HARDER! FUCKEE! FUCK FUCK FUCKFUCKFUCK!" 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 caressed 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, embarassing myself in front of the boys who giggled and gasped and pulled on their little goaty dicks as they watched, and 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, 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, and 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. And 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 afternoon. 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 inside me. And 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 heard him get up and walk away. Well, that's it, I thought as I lay down on the bed. I dozed off into a disappointed 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. -Poet (to be continued) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Please don't send requests for reposts, missing parts, GIFs, FTP sites, etc. If you find getting stories from this newsgroup inconvenient, the archive is available on disk. Send a blank email to adultarc@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org for more information. 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