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I
woke early in the morning to the most pleasant sensation of having my dick
sucked. Just before I came, I remember
thinking, 'I could get used to this!'
Leanne got what she was after and sprang out of bed. I stayed for a while savoring the immediate
aftermath of a good cum, before jumping into the shower with her for a little
rub‑a‑dub‑dub tittie fun.
After
doing my morning chores of feeding the horses and cleaning out the stalls, I
headed in for breakfast. The animals
had been agitated as I had forgotten to feed them the night before. I wasn't too worried that Dad would be upset
with me; after all I was a bit distracted yesterday with Mama's cunt.
That
was a mistake. As soon as I walked into
the kitchen and caught the aroma of bacon, he lit into me for being
irresponsible. Right there at the
kitchen table, he had me drop my pants and lean over the table, whereupon he
blistered my ass with one of his wooden paddles. All the while I was taking my punishment, Mama stood by the
stove, wearing only a full apron, her bare ass cheeks tantalizing me. The punishment over, I stood sporting a hard‑on. Dad looked at me, squinting his eyes
frowning. I suppose he didn't realize
what Mama's state of dress was doing to me because he muttered, "You're
getting too old for this sort of thing."
Leanne
had come in at the tail end of the paddling and at its conclusion sat down with
a smirk on her face. Dad took his seat
and Mama served us. I pulled up my
pants and opted to eat standing up.
Mama was about to sit when Daddy grabbed her and started rubbing her
butt no more than a foot from me.
Pulling her into his lap, he ran his hands under the apron to feel her
up. He growled, "You're all wet,
Roxanne."
I
thought he was going to fuck her right there, but he abruptly stood and dragged
her off to the bedroom without eating.
"What
was that all about?" inquired Leanne with a grin.
"I
forgot to feed the horses last night."
"That
got him all worked up?"
"I'm
not sure," I replied.
We
cleaned up best we could, leaving Mama's and Dad's plates on the table along
with their breakfast. Neither of us
knew if that would be acceptable, but took the risk, deciding it was the best
that we could do.
Sam
pulled up about ten minutes earlier than normal. He was in an agitated state, worse than the horses had been,
fretting about how soon it would be before Becky dropped off Katie, and running‑on
non‑stop about how much fun we had with her yesterday afternoon and how
much fun we were going to have with her after school today. When Leanne walked out, he clammed up.
Becky
pulled up the drive. Katie got out and Leanne got in. Becky whipped her car around
kicking up gravel and zoomed off.
Sam
sheepishly asked, "Would it alright with you if, uh, Katie and I rode in
the back? You can drive!"
Well,
I had a Learners Permit, but Dad hadn't actually let me drive anywhere yet
except up and down our gravel drive. I
jumped at the chance to really drive a car.
Cocksure and full of piss and vinegar, I slid behind the wheel and fired
that puppy up. With one foot on the gas
and the other on the brakes, we were off like a herd of wild stampeding turtles
creeping down the drive. I managed to
clip the mailbox as I turned onto the road causing Sam to exclaim, "Watch
it asshole! Don't scratch my car! Ah fuck Kern, do you know what the fuck
you're doing?"
"Relax
Dude! I have it all under
control."
"Watch
the fuckin' ditch! Oh SHIT!"
Skillfully
I managed to get the car back onto the road.
At the first stop sign, I nearly launched Katie and Sam into the front
seat.
"Goddamnit,
Travis! Easy! Take it easy! Fuck! You want me to drive?"
"No,
no, no! I'm just not used to your
car. Uhmm, brakes are kinda
touchy."
Still
stopped, I turned to say something cute to Sam, but with Katie's blouse already
unbuttoned and open, I knew he didn't want to hear any B.S. from me. I turned
onto the highway and somehow managed to more or less stay in my lane without
any other incidents. The twenty‑minute
ride to school took more like thirty minutes, not that Katie or Sam
minded. I did my best and concentrated
on the task at hand, but Sam's occasional hoarse whisper to, 'Suck my dick,' or
'Yeah, Katie, suck it good,' or, 'Goddamn that feels good,' and other such
platitudes were distracting and left little doubt in my mind as to what was
going on in the backseat. Several quick
looks in the mirror revealed Sam, but not Katie.
I
pulled into the high school parking lot and found a space with no other
vehicles anywhere near and parked, managing to take up four spaces. I put it in park and turned to the rear
seat. Katie's head was still in Sam's
lap, his pants down around his thighs.
"Hey,
finish up Katie," I said.
"We're here."
Sam
closed his eyes and grunted, holding her head to his crotch. Having sated Sam, Katie sat up smacking her
lips, fastened her bra and buttoned her blouse. A little cum was dripping from the corner of her mouth so I
helpfully scooped it up with a finger and fed it to her.
"C'mon
Sam, get your pants up," I urged, "we're gonna be late."
Sam
and I piled out of the car. We had to
wait for Katie to fix her lipstick and straighten her hair. While Katie repaired the damage, Sam
reparked the car.
As
we walked from the car, I broke the news.
"Listen ya'll, I made a few phone calls last night. There's gonna be a few extra guys joining us
this afternoon." Katie's eyes
nearly glazed over and Sam started to protest.
"Don't
sweat it, Dude." I reached out and
rubbed her lewdly in the crotch, "There's plenty of pussy here for all of
us."
"Jesus
Christ, man! She's your girl!"
"That's
right. She's my girl, and I know how to
take care of my girl."
Sam
went his way and Katie and I walked on over to the Junior High School.
"Are
you serious, Travis?"
"Yeah,
I'm serious."
"Who? How many?"
"That's
a secret, besides I'm not really sure how many will show up. You got a problem with a gangbanging? Now's the time to tell me."
"Oh
god. I don't know."
"Well,
think about. Let me know at
lunch."
At
lunch I found her sitting with Rita and JoAnn.
JoAnn smiled seductively, and greeted, "Here's the stud! We have a date Friday?"
Crap,
I'd forgotten all about the Friday night arrangements. "Uh, yeah, sure. You, me and Rita, and Sam and Katie. Maybe we'll take in a movie, hang out at the
Dairy Queen."
"Rita
has a better idea," said JoAnn with a conspiratorial grin. "Tell him,
Rita."
Rita
flashed me a radiant smile, her green eyes sparkling. "JoAnn's mom and dad won't be home Friday. I thought that maybe we'd all just... hang
out there."
I
looked at the petite red headed virgin and thought, 'Oh yeah baby.' Struggling to be cool I smoothly replied,
"Sure, that sounds great."
"Maybe
we'll play cards," added JoAnn with a coy smile.
"Cards? Yeah, cards can be a lot of fun."
The
three girls chatted, actually JoAnn and Rita talked, I listened or at least I
tried to listen, but the conversation just didn't make a whole of sense to
me. Parts did, but for all practical
purposes they were speaking in code.
Katie, for the most part, she was quiet, lost in her own thoughts. I was glad when the two other girls excused
themselves to go talk with another group of girls.
"You
alright?" I asked.
"Uh,
yes, I'm fine."
"You
seem... distracted."
"Oh
god Travis, I'm soaking wet!" she gushed in a whisper. "I haven't been able to think of
anything else this morning but sex, lots of sex."
"You
want me to call it off?"
"Oh
god. I'm such a slut."
"If
you don't want to..."
"Yes,
damn it! Yes! Oh shit, I think I'm gonna cum just thinking about it! School can't get out soon enough. I need you so bad. Can't we..."
"You
just need some dick," I said with a slight sneer.
"You've
got that right. Can't we go somewhere,
for just a few minutes."
"You
crazy? Here? At school? We'd get
kicked out!"
"Oh
god, I'm going to go crazy waiting for the bell!"
"That'll
make it all the more better."
"Why
didn't you just surprise me? Why tell
me and get me all worked up thinking about it?"
"You
need to think about it. In case you
don't want to do it."
"I
have been thinking about it! I've been
thinking about nothing else. You know damn good and well that I want it."
"Good,
because you're gonna be gang fucked this afternoon," I said in
whisper. "You'll have so many
dicks stuck in you, you'll lose count."
"Oh
god. How many?"
"Not
sure. Including Sam and me, five or
six."
"That's
all?"
"You
really are a slut, Katie. That should
be plenty."
"Yeah,
you're right, it's just that I feel so needy."
I
slipped my hand into her lap and squeezed her pussy, feeling her moisture
seeping through her jeans. "Feel
better?"
"Oh,
oh, oh, oh!"
I
kept a sharp lookout for teachers and brought her quickly to the brink. Then I stopped.
"Don't
stop, Travis," she pleading begged.
"Save
it for this afternoon."
"You
bastard."
"Slut."
Her
hand shot to her crotch and within seconds she closed her eyes, trembling. Nervously I scanned the crowded cafeteria to
see if anyone was watching her bring herself off. She slumped against me, with her head burrowed into my shoulder.
From
behind I heard Mrs. Cook, who had the reputation as the meanest teacher at
Indian Creek Junior High, scowl, "Sit up straight Ms. Tate! No public demonstrations of affection on
school property! Now sit up!"
Katie
sat up, her hands in her lap, staring forward, not daring to look at Mrs. Cook
as her state of lust was plainly evident in her face. Mercifully, Mrs. Cook moved on to harass some other errant
student and the bell rang signaling that lunch was over.
Katie
moaned, "Oh god, look!" Her
hands parted revealing the wet spot on her jeans.
"You're
gonna be a juicy little fuck this afternoon. Aren't you?"
Being
a gentleman, I escorted her to her locker.
She was right behind me the whole way to disguise the tell tale wet
spot. Once at her locker, she retrieved
her books to hold in front of her. As
she walked away, I couldn't help but notice that her wetness was visible from
the rear as well. Oh well, there wasn't
anything I could do about that.
Next
period was my turn to suffer. I just
didn't have time yesterday to finish my essay and all I could do was turn in
the rough draft, with all the spelling errors, grammatical errors, errors of
fact and logic that typify a very rough draft.
I knew good and well that I'd be lucky to get a 50 on it. As bad as that would hurt my grades, it was
far better than the zero I'd get for failing to turn it in on time. I had fretted about it all morning, but
there was no time to do anything about it.
I cast about to lay blame somewhere, after all I was very distracted
yesterday, but finally realized that it was just too bad. I did my best and I had only myself to
blame. I could have gotten it done, but
there were better things to do, much better, and a poor grade was a small price
to pay for my distractions.
The
afternoon dragged on. My thoughts were
on Katie and I wondered how she was faring.
When the last bell rang and we hooked up to walk to Sam's car, I knew
she hadn't fared well at all. There was
a wild look of lascivious desperation in her eyes.
The
wet spot in her crotch was now even bigger and more pronounced than at
lunchtime.
"You
been getting yourself off in class?"
"What
do you think?"
"I
think you're ready for a Grade‑A fucking."
"I've
been ready all day! C'mon, let's get
going."
Sam
was waiting for us by his car. He
offered to let me drive, but I declined in the interest of getting to the barn
as quickly as possible.
Katie
sat in middle, between Sam and I. As
Sam sped towards our destination, I helped Katie relieve herself of her
sneakers, socks, jeans, and panties. She was so wet that it looked as if she'd
squirted a half a bottle of lube between her legs. My fingers found her hole and slid in effortlessly.
The
smacking noises my fingers were making in her pussy were loud enough to be
heard over the road noise. Sam had a
hard time keeping his eyes on the road, his attention being drawn to the source
of the syrupy noises. My thumb pressed
into her clit and teased her to another climax. By the time we pulled off the highway and onto the road to home,
I had stripped her of her blouse and bra, to ride completely naked the
remaining distance to the barn.
Sam
pulled up behind the barn, obscuring the car from the road. Pulling her naked from the car, I half
dragged her into the barn. "Lookie
here," I said in genuine surprise at the sight of several bales of hay
laid out in a large rectangular platform about the size of a king sized bed.
"Your
dad's been here," stated Sam.
"I didn't think he ever..."
"Yeah,
well, he's come and gone," I said dismissively.
I
found the old Spiderman blanket and spread it out over the bales of hay. Sam had quickly disrobed and ready for
action. As soon as the blanket was
down, he had Katie down with him on top of her, trying desperately to find
entrance to her vagina. Katie helped
him out and she gasped as his cock slid into her.
Poor
Sam. No technique at all. He just began slamming her. He had a lot to learn, but under the present
circumstances a hard, rough fucking was just what Katie needed at the
moment. I had barely gotten my own
clothes off before Sam was grunting and shuddering with ejaculatory delight. Sam rolled off with a look of rapture on his
face. I guess he needed a quickie
too.
"Hey
Dude, you've got the sprint down pat, what you need to do is learn the
marathon," I said teasingly.
Sam
expression changed from blissful to shameful at the words of my tease. "Don't sweat it," I said in an
attempt to right a wrong, "we've all day with this slut."
I
crawled up next to her and produced a strip of cloth to blindfold her.
"What's
this for?"
"This
will heighten your other senses. You
will be more attuned to sounds, smells, and touch."
"All
I'm going to smell is this hay," she giggled as I tied the blindfold
securely.
"Can
you see anything?"
"No."
"Tell
the truth. If you can see anything at
all, it will spoil the effect."
"No,
I can't see a thing."
"Any
light? Any at all?"
"No! It's pitch dark."
"Good. Now leave it on until I take it off. Understand?"
"You
sound like your Dad."
"Whatever
slut. Understand?"
"Why
are you calling me a slut all a sudden?"
"You
are a slut," I hissed in her ear.
"You know that, I know that, and Sam knows that. Soon, several other guys are going to know
that, but then again, they already know it too. So be yourself and act like the slut you are. Understand?"
"Okay,
okay. I'm a slut."
"That's
right. You know what slut's are good
for?"
"Fucking?"
"That
a girl! Now show Sam how slutty you can
be. Show him how you frig
yourself."
I'd
never seen a girl masturbate before and what Sam and I witnessed, we'll never
forget. It was the hottest thing I'd
ever seen. There she was, my
girlfriend, blindfolded and sprawled out nude for our pleasure. One delicate hand stroked her pert pink
nipples erect, while the other slid in and around her lewdly splayed pussy with
Sam's cum oozing from her. With her
nipples pointing straight in the air, she moved that hand down from her tits,
down to open her pussy lips and display her hard little clit. Her fingers danced around her clit, her legs
flexed and her toes curled. Soon her
free hand slid back up her torso to pinch and pull on her nipples. The fingers in her pussy plunged in and out
of her cunt hole and then furiously circled her clit for a moment before
plunging back into her feverish fuck hole again. Suddenly her upper chest became mottled like she had the measles,
she arched her back and shook and then it happened, a gush of fluid poured from
her pussy.
"Damn!"
whispered Sam as she collapsed back onto the hay. We looked at each other, the expression of surprise clearly
written on our faces. There was no need
to act cool or any other bullshit, for what we had witnessed was unexpected and
incredibly beautiful.
I
had to taste her. She had a heady aroma
from being aroused all day and I wallowed my face in between her pouting
labia. The favor was familiar, yet
better than any time before. The
quantity surprised me too. I literally
drank from her dripping wet cunt.
Didn't matter at all if some if not most of it was Sam's cum, I still
dream about that moment when I gulped her copious fluids. By the time I pulled my face from her pussy,
I too was drunk with fuck lust.
Sitting
upright, I scooted up between her legs with my knees tucked up under her
thighs. Grasping my stiff pecker, I
slid the head up and down her heavenly slit and toying with her clit with the
tip of my dick. I gestured to Sam. He understood and descended upon her left
tit, causing her to gasp a little as he gnawed her nipple. Soon she was begging me to put my dick into
her.
Nestling
into the maw of her carnal temple I took great delight in watching her pussy
lips caress the head of my cock.
Jabbing her hips, she was trying to drive my cock into her, but I
anticipated each thrust. The result was
that it appeared that the lips of her pussy were kissing my cock. Finally after teasing her for a long time, I
gave her what she wanted, what she craved, but not all of it, just a few inches
at the most.
Sam
had just about wrecked her left nipple and had moved on the right when I first
penetrated her. The first time in I
felt the bump on the fore‑wall of her cunt, so there was no problem
judging the depth for maximum effect.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I moved in and out, fucking her with deliberate
shallow strokes, ten at a time, followed by a sudden and hard thrust deep,
where I ground into her clit with my pubic bone. After thirty seconds or so of grinding into her clit, I withdrew
slowly to resume my slow, shallow fuck until I thrust ten times, then I rammed
her again and mashed into her clit. She
didn't last long, four maybe five cycles and I saw the measles‑like blush
return to her chest.
Katie
gave a guttural cry and punched up her hips, destroying my rhythm. No matter, my object was to get her off and
she got off spectacularly, thrashing around, fucking me violently until she
stiffened rigidly and literally quaked.
Her cuntal spasms were so powerful that it reminded me of the night
before when it felt like Mom's pussy was going to bite my dick off!
I
survived with my organ intact and with my balls drenched with her dew. Sam was ready to go again, so I yielded her
still clasping cunt to him, pushing her thighs to remove her from my dick.
Rolling
her onto her stomach, I made her get up on her knees. Sam and I explored her up thrust globes for a few minutes before
I signaled him to back away.
"Owwww!"
she squealed as my hand slapped into her buttocks. Immediately my handprint appeared in crimson, complete with the
outline of all five fingers.
"You've
been a naughty girl, Katie," I hissed.
"You're a slut and sluts are naughty girls. You've let nasty boys stick their dicks into
your pussy, let nasty boys shoot their baby making cream up your slutty cunt,
sucked their nasty dicks and drank their spermy cum. For being a nasty little slut, I'm going to have to spank
you. Understand slut? I'm gonna spank you. Spank your ass then fuck your slut pussy
again."
SMACK!
"Owwwwww!"
"What
are you Katie?"
"I,
I , I'm a slut!" SMACK! "Owwwwww!"
"Whose
slut are you?"
"Yours
Travis, yours. I'm your slut,
I..." SMACK "Owwwww!"
"Now
spread your butt cheeks slut!
Spread'em, spread'em wide."
Katie
reached back and spread herself open to Sam and me, her delicate brown star
winking at us as her muscles randomly contracted as a result of the
spanking.
"You
wanna taste?"
"You
kidding?"
"No,
she tastes good. Go on, lick her."
"Fuck
no, man!"
I
put my face between her spread ass cheeks and licked up the open crevasse. She
was very clean, musky but clean and not offensive at all.
"Oh,
fuckin' gross!" exclaimed Sam.
Looking
back at him I declared, "Don't
knock it if ya ain't tried it!"
Then I returned my attention to analingus. I concentrated my main attention on licking around and over her
asshole, flickering my pointed tongue across her, licking around at the
edges. I had never done anything like
this before, but Dad did it to Katie's mom last night before buggering her.
Miss Linda liked it and I figured I'd give it a try.
Katie
was squirming around, apparently enjoying the attention her anus was
getting. Sam just stood there in shock
and I suppose disgust. Somewhat annoyed
I told him, "Dude, don't just stand there playing with yourself! Give the lady something to chew on." His eyes brightened as the light went on in
his occasionally thick skull.
Sam
came around and nuzzled his stiff dick in her face. Even blindfolded, she had no problem attaching her mouth to his
dick and began swallowing his cock. I
was wallowing my face in her butt, alternately licking her cunt and licking her
ass, occasionally thrusting my tongue into her anus. My tongue grew tired and I pulled back, considering my next
move.
The
next move I figured, involved shoving my cock into her, but which hole should
take my pleasure with? I moved behind
her and placed my cock to her anus and gently bumped into her, then I moved my
cock to slide between her legs before teasing her cuntal lips with my
glans. I moved back to tease her butt
and then teased her pussy. I know what
she expected after the ass licking, but that's not what she got. Forcefully, I rammed my cock into her cunt,
knocking her forward and began screwing the hell out of her.
To be continued...
Editor's Note: There were some issues with the ASSTR Form-Mail system that I didn't figure out until June 27. My apologies to all who may have sent in a comment for Chapters 1 through 4 before that date...regretfully I didn't receive any of them.
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