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Hell in the Backyard: A Tip of the Hat to Vore and Gore 
by Voremaster (voremaster@gmail.com)

***

A boy has an interesting summer, both finding his first 
love and his concurrent seduction by an older coworker, 
forcing him into a path of guilt and shame that would 
bring many sexual encounters and finally the ultimate 
despair in his brief first week of summer. (MFf+, ped, 
nc, rp, bi, alcohol, v, tor, ws, sn, nec)

***

Author's Disclaimer: People often get horny and need to 
get off on something over-the-top. This story is an 
example of a common multi-session fantasy I have always 
had growing up. The thing that is paramount to 
understand is that it is JUST A FANTASY. If you are 
under the age of 18 or whatever the legal age to read 
adult materials is in your community, YOU MUST STOP 
READING NOW. 

Further, if you suffer from a condition that renders 
your judgment in a manner that you are not stable, YOU 
MUST STOP READING NOW. This story is ONLY for 
consenting adults who are interested in extreme sexual 
descriptions, who appreciate any or all of the 
following graphic scenarios: MF, FF, forced MM, forced 
Mf, MMF, MFM, MFF, FMF, incest, humiliation, mild 
watersports and scatplay, drugs, and snuff, including: 
strangulation, garroting, beheading, and intense snake 
vore. 

These scenes are written for the explicit purpose of 
soliciting an emotional response. If you don't want to 
be shocked or feel bad, don't read this story! It's 
pure smut and pretends to be nothing else. Distributing 
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***

Monday. Back at school. I was a senior in high school, 
and there was one week until summer vacation. I was so 
sick of this shit. 105 fucking degrees in the fucking 
classroom. The teacher was rambling on about the Civil 
War, and no one was paying attention. He didn't care, 
either. On and on he went about how the North and the 
South were at ends, and blah, blah, blah... I was 
sticky. So were the girls, and oh, how I loved that. 

If you listened just carefully enough, you could hear 
the sounds their sweet shaven legs made when they 
peeled them apart, just before standing. I was virginal 
yet not pure; barely more of a pervert than the next 
guy, those long hot days in class were spent with many 
erections, stifled in the hot heat of 15-odd sexy young 
girls, all with sweaty crotches steaming with juicy 
treats. "Ouch," I thought to myself, pinching the head 
of my penis between my underwear and the leg of my 
shorts. Precum oozed at the tip and I felt flush, in 
desperate need to jerk off in the shower of my parent's 
house, alone for a brief time before dinner. 

It was summer and I was ready to explode. 

Fortunately class finally got out, and it was off to my 
lousy fast-food job, flipping greasy burgers in a 
hellish pit even hotter than the classroom was. At 
least there I was free to let my mind wander about 
perverted distractions, including the older woman, 
Kathy, who gave me strange looks in the hallway. I 
never did learn to smoke, but faked it to take regular 
cigarette breaks just for the sake of some company and 
mental stimulation. 

Kathy was 28 years old, just barely young enough to not 
be a generation up in my opinion. She had weathered 
features, obviously from partying too hard in her 
earlier days. Still, she had a beautiful face with 
sharp features and clear white eyes with green irises. 
She should have been someone slightly plump, but with 
her smoking was instead rather thin -- 120 pounds, 
perhaps? Her breasts pointed outwards slightly, also 
weathered from time, and she had no shame from this. I 
had no idea what her hair color was. The one she wore 
was almost orange, with a fade towards black or brown 
at the roots. A chain wallet hung from her hip, and 
tribal tattoos aligned her arms and wrists. I could 
only imagine what other secrets her body held. 

"School out?" she asked me in the dead of a long 
afternoon between lunch and dinner. 

"Not yet. Next Monday," I answered. 

"Cool. Got any plans for the summer?" 

"Maybe, I dunno, not much," I replied, rather gloomy. 

"You should ..." she trailed off, and walked over to 
me, and whispered in my ear, "you should get one of 
your chick friends from class and go fuck around. I 
know you could hook up if you tried." I blushed. 

"Well, I dunno," I said, uncomfortable about a coworker 
suggesting my sexual activities. "We'll have to see I 
guess!" 

"If you don't get with someone soon I'll have to take 
care of you myself!" Kathy grinned, and, pinching my 
ass, walked back to her station. Instantly my penis 
erected and wouldn't relent for the rest of the day. 
She knew how evil she was, and loved every second of 
it. On my way to the door after punching out, Kathy 
gave me a wink. A half hour later I would spend 15 
minutes alone washing my genitals, at long last 
relieving myself of my strained condition. It was time 
to crash for the night. 

Tuesday was just as hot, and more humid. Again, I was 
swollen for most of the day, especially so in my 
Economics class, as I had to work with a partner, 
Vicky. I knew her casually. She wasn't exactly friends 
with my friends, but I had no issues with her. She was 
a lifeguard, with thick thighs, dirty blond back-length 
hair that always seemed just one notch too greasy, and 
eyes that were always overdone with makeup. 

She was plump, with B to C sized breasts, constrained 
in a sports bra, and had dark arm hair. I always 
assumed she would be a hairy girl all over, but still I 
was exhilarated to work with her. She always flirted 
back with me, even though we both knew it was harmless 
fun. During the end of class we were already done with 
our work, and the teacher didn't care that we were 
chatting quietly. No one could hear us, anyways. 

"So, are you still obsessed with your little friend 
there, huh?" She asked me all of a sudden. She was 
referring to only one person, my three year crush, 
Keri. 

"Ugh," was all I could reply with. I was instantly 
nervous. 

"Oh, come on. Your secret is safe with me. Not that 
it's much of a secret. Everyone thinks you want to get 
with her," she posited. It was true. Keri was the girl 
I wanted horribly. Five six, with skinny boobs that 
just barely weren't B cups, and a squishy ass from wide 
hips, a 145 pound frame, thick brown hair and a greasy 
completion with barely mediocre skin, she was far from 
perfect. Yet I pined for her, every morning and every 
night praying for the day we might hook up. I was lost 
in thought of her, making a poor hiding of my emotions. 
"I knew it," Vicky said, poking me in the side. 

"Well, don't tell anyone," I begged. Of course, she 
would go on to share it with her best friend Gabby, 
that night, who would then tell her friends, and very 
quickly it would all come back to Keri, by mid day 
Wednesday. 

Wednesdays were my favorite days, because I had Keri, 
and her fraternal twin sister Shelly, in my lab Biology 
class. Today was even hotter and stickier than Monday 
and Tuesday were, and Keri was in rare form, wearing a 
shirt with a loose neck. While she was sitting on the 
lab table, for the first time I got a clear look down 
her shirt at her cleavage, and, maybe, but I wasn't 
sure, her bra had fallen away just enough for me to 
glimpse a nipple. It would be a long session in the 
shower that night, with multiple orgasms forced upon my 
by-then raw penis. I would have to slow down, but I 
didn't care to... 

Thursday was a cooler day. Nothing social happened at 
school, and because of the cooler temperatures, the 
girls were all wearing long sleeves and jeans. My 
imagination went uninspired enough that I was able to 
rest my mind and body pleasantly through the entire 
day. I didn't have a ride home, but because it was so 
nice, I decided to walk, and ran into an old childhood 
friend, Reba. She had gone to a private academy at the 
tender age of 12, after we had realized our brief 
mutual crushes for each other. 

Not knowing what to pursue in such innocent times, she 
went away, breaking both our hearts. Every now and then 
we would see each other over the years, her on a paper 
route, me on the school bus. My heart fluttered a bit 
when I realized we were going to meet at a Y-
intersection in the road and walk for at least a mile 
and a half together. Quickly, we met up, grinning like 
fools. 

"Reba!" I called out to my old crush. Reba was a real 
beauty. She wouldn't win any contests, but I thought 
she was the prettiest girl in town. Pale Norse skin 
with natural blonde hair, she was my height, six feet, 
and skinny. She played basketball for her private 
school mainly because of her tall frame. Even her pale 
pink lips told the secret story of how dainty she was 
inside, how feminine in a shy, reserved manner she had 
always been. We caught up as the mile continued, and at 
the end of our walk, agreed that at least once that 
summer we would meet. And so on our separate ways we 
went, both lost in a flurry of nostalgia. 

Friday was again just as hot and muggy as the rest of 
the week had been. School was completed entirely on 
auto pilot, even by the dedicated faculty. In the 
hallway after lunch, Keri told me if I was bored that 
night, that I could stop by her place. I was elated! Of 
course, I had work that night, but I managed to 
convince the manager I had a summer cold and got out of 
appearing. 

At Keri's house, I was brought down into the basement, 
where our friends Lynn, Elizabeth, and of course Keri's 
twin Shelly were hiding. MTV was blaring on the 
television, and the girls were all wearing white t-
shirts and Umbro shorts, which was the style at the 
time. I felt my pants shift ever so slightly. 

"Help me make some drinks upstairs," Keri asked. I 
followed her sweet ass up the short steps into the 
kitchen, whereupon I realized she meant alcoholic 
drinks. Mudslides, to be exact. My heart missed a beat 
but I played it cool, never having imbibed before. 

"Ever had this?" she asked me, passing me a bottle of 
Kalua. I knew what it was, but never had tried it. 

"Nope," I replied simply. 

"Well then, try some, like this!" she exclaimed, 
grabbing the bottle and drinking a few shots worth 
straight. Wiping her lips, she left only a grin as I 
reciprocated her bold showing-off and drank four gulps. 
It burned slightly. She went to the refrigerator to get 
salsa and chips. I gazed longingly at her legs, pinched 
at the upper thigh by her 1 inch inseam short-shorts, 
and noted that her ass cheeks were daringly close to 
cleaving, causing my pants to grow very tight. The 
alcohol had loosened me up, psychologically at least, 
and I made no effort to hide my aroused state. She 
turned around with the food. 

"Oh! My," she said, eyeing my bulging shorts. Winking 
at me, I felt a shiver go down my spine. "You've been 
waiting a long time, haven't you?" she asked. I barely 
nodded my head. "Awww," she replied, in that throaty 
way women can do, and I felt my entire body tremble, 
never before having seen this side of her. She got 
close to me. I could smell her, the men's deodorant she 
wore, oblivious at the lack of feminine aroma. 

To me, it was the most heavenly scent in the universe. 
In the light I could see the peach fuzz of her jaw, the 
few scars from acne over the years, and her soft, dark 
eyes. A virgin to cosmetics, only the soft wrinkles of 
her eyelids and a few creases around her mouth drew any 
definition to her in my mind, and I realized I could 
smell her breath. Kalua, alcohol was strong from the 
air she expelled, and it was all a giant blur of time 
before I realized we had already locked our arms 
together, caressing our lips against the sides of each 
other's faces. 

As she sighed, I grabbed her back and pulled her into 
me deeply, and our lips met for the first time. The 
first cogent thought I had was the taste of her saliva, 
and then after that, the warmth of her face, and the 
grease of her forehead against mine. I felt alive, 
wonderfully alive, and felt my excited self pressing 
into her belly. Our rhythm oscillated and broke, and 
she pulled away from me. 

"We can't, right... now..." Keri said, gazing down at 
my shorts. She looked back into my eyes directly, "if 
you can behave yourself, I will have my way with you 
after everyone has left and Shelly has gone to bed." I 
felt precum drip down the inside of my leg. 

A half hour later, we were all enjoying Kalua 
mudslides, salsa, and a relaxing evening by their pool. 
I was making a significant mental effort to control my 
thoughts long enough to avoid embarrassing myself in 
front of everyone. After a while of digesting and 
general goofing around, Lynn announced it was time to 
burn those extra calories in the pool. 

I never understood how girls could be so oblivious to 
cold water, but in she jumped, plugging her nose, 
submerging herself in the water. After a half minute, 
Shelly had peeled off her t-shirt and shorts, revealing 
a one piece Speedo swimsuit, and was also quickly 
underwater. Elizabeth and Keri peeled their clothes 
off, revealing similar outfits, and very soon I found 
myself the only person still fully clothed and dry. 

"Come on in!" Elizabeth shouted to me. 

"No! It looks freezing!" I cried back. Lynn swam over 
to the thermometer. 

"It's 72 degrees, you big baby," Lynn retorted. 
Unwilling to move, it became clear to the girls that I 
was a new objective, and after a valiant effort on my 
part, the four girls were able to drag me, kicking and 
screaming, headfirst into the pool, completely clothed. 

"Aw, now Joe's clothes are all wet!" Shelly teased. 
"Keri, he'll have to wear your clothes!" she giggled. 
Keri gave me a coy look, and despite the coldness of 
the water, I was instantly erect. Now I had to stay in 
the water! 

After an hour we were out of the pool. I was given a 
towel and a room to dry off in, but indeed, I spent the 
rest of the night in the towel. Apparently, I was 
waiting for my clothes to dry, which were hovering 
above a box fan in the hallway. Keri gave me a secret 
look that she knew better. As the hours went on, one, 
two, and finally three o'clock rolled in, and Lynn and 
Elizabeth went home. 

Shelly had already passed out on the couch for the 
night, and Keri decided she would not make it to her 
bedroom unless helped. She told me to hide around the 
corner while she lured her sister to bed. A half hour 
later, Keri came back downstairs. She had brought 
Shelly to her bedroom for 4 of those minutes and spent 
another 26 in the bathroom, preparing both physically 
and mentally for what was about to come. 

Her vagina was steamy and wet with anticipation, and 
her bushy pubic hair was matted with dampness. In and 
out her fingers darted through her womanly crevice, and 
finally psyched enough, walked out of the bathroom and 
downstairs to the hiding, half naked boy who wanted her 
more than anyone else in the world. 

It was magic. Still buzzed from the alcohol, I was 
unable to blow my load too quickly, and took my time. 
It was better than we expected. For two hours we 
rubbed, kissed, and fondled, before tasting each 
other's most private places. And as our excitements 
both climbed, she offered herself to me, spread on the 
couch of her home. I felt a shudder as I used my penis 
to simultaneously de-virginize us together, and shortly 
thereafter, exploded within the deepness of her body.

And so after that we were officially a couple, for the 
rest of our lives. 

Keri and I woke up early in the morning. I had to sneak 
out of her house before anyone else woke up, or else 
Keri would have some explaining to do. We were spooked 
up a bump upstairs so before having a chance to make 
love for a second time, I had gathered my clothing and, 
after a brief make out session, I found myself walking 
home, with a giant grin on my face. It was going to be 
a great summer. 

I had to work that day. Keri had promised me we would 
hang out again come night time. Work dragged on until 
Kathy got in for her shift. 

"Oooh... you look different," she quipped, daringly 
sure that I had been up to no good. Unable to keep my 
shit-eating grin contained, she cornered me and 
demanded I tell her my secrets. As hard as I tried to 
avoid leaking any of the wonderful truth, the first 
place she visited was "You got laid last night, didn't 
you?" A split second was the only pause I needed to 
betray my privacy and Kathy was grinning from ear to 
ear. 

We took a break out back after her second hour and I 
told her all the details. I felt sort of weird telling 
her; I was sure it was ok given the separation between 
my friends and Kathy, socially. While I was telling 
her, though, I started feeling guilty and wished I had 
been able to avoid the topic somewhat. Still, it was 
getting me excited to relive the previous night, and 
Kathy was clearly getting into my portrayal. Indeed, 
she confided in me that I had made her a bit horny and 
she was going to see if she could avoid a trip to the 
lady's room for a quick fantasy. That turned me on even 
more, in a dirty way that I felt weird about. Kathy was 
going to fantasize about me? 

We didn't talk to much for most of the rest of the day. 
She had gone into the bathroom for a while, long enough 
for me to notice, but she didn't make any gestures to 
tease me afterwards, so I didn't pursue thinking about 
it too much. 

That night, very late, I did get back together with 
Keri. It was like the night before: slow, sensual, 
erotic. We stayed up very late, fooling around alone in 
her basement, and each had a few orgasms as the hours 
progressed. We were really into each other. It felt 
fantastic. 

Sunday morning was a repeat of Saturday; upon arriving 
at work, I prepared all the mindless things my mindless 
job required. Again, Kathy arrived later in the day for 
her shift, and again we teased each other. She was 
being much more naughty this time, however, and I fully 
suspected that she was literally going to masturbate 
during one of her breaks. Sure enough, to drive me wild 
in torment, she came back from a trip to the restroom 
and visited my station directly, asking me for her 
opinion on something: 

"Hey, what does this smell like?" she said, obscenely 
rubbing her hand over my nose. It was damp with the 
musky scent of lust, and I knew instantly the identical 
scent from my two nights prior. Instantly my penis 
hardened. 

"Kathy!" I whispered loudly. 

"I did yesterday too, but I didn't tell you," she 
admitted. She was teasing me and getting away with it. 
"Now I want you to go do the same thing and come back 
here like that too." I was really floored. She wanted 
me to what? 

"I can't!" I told her, horny as hell but feeling weird 
and bad, and guilty. 

"It's ok, just think about Keri. I know you want to, I 
can see plainly," she said with little doubt. I was 
caving in on this sexual high. I lingered for a moment 
too long. 

"Ok, ok, I'll be right back," I told her. 

"Bring proof!" she squealed, and I knew I was in 
trouble. 

I speed-walked into the bathroom and took the only 
stall, dropping my uniform pants to relieve my swollen 
cock. After only a minute of tugging, I had a mess up 
and down my hand. Carefully, I cleaned up everything 
except my hand and very, very carefully navigated back 
to the station. Kathy casually strolled over to me and 
discreetly examined my hand. 

What she did next was completely unexpected and shocked 
me. Grabbing my hand, she waited until we were not in 
view, and licked me from wrist to index finger, and 
back down again! I was weak in the knees, realizing I 
had just committed a sin against my relationship with 
Keri, intoxicated by all the recent sexual excitement 
and stepping just one leap too far. Kathy had a twinkle 
in her eye. 

"Next time I get it out myself," she whispered, walking 
off towards her station. I was in a bad spot! Even 
worse, our shifts both got out at the same time. 

I was feeling very guilty about things while I got 
ready for the two mile walk home. Kathy approached me. 

"Hey... come on, I'll give you a ride home," Kathy 
asked. 

"It's ok, I don't mind walking. It'll be good for me," 
I quipped. Kathy grabbed my wrist and pulled me in her 
direction. Weakly, I pulled back in my direction, but 
the excitement overcame me, and I let her win. She 
grinned as we got into her car. 

"I just have to stop by my place first," she told me. I 
gulped. 

When we got to her place, I offered to stay in the car, 
but she wanted me to come inside. It would have been 
rude for me to just sit there, so I did as she asked 
and followed her into the house. She closed the door 
behind me. The click of the lock made me nervous in a 
giddy way. 

I really wanted to just go home and be with Keri. I 
looked up at the ceiling. I wanted to see her pretty 
lips, and her soft chin. I heard a zipper. I wanted to 
feel her ear brushing against my cheek. I heard a belt 
buckle hit the floor. I closed my eyes and could see 
Keri's pale tummy, and her pert even breasts rolled 
backwards into her arms as I held myself over her. I 
heard a sucking noise. As I closed my eyes, I imagined 
the cool air hugging the outline of Keri's naked body 
against mine. I shuddered. 

Opening my eyes, I looked down at Kathy, face covered 
in ejaculate, grinning up at me. I felt horrible. Still 
hard and still excited, I smiled back. I was not yet 
done with. My guilt was only to grow with the rapid 
acceleration only cheating could afford. 15 minutes 
later I was pelvis deep in senior vagina, feeling the 
contractions of the 28 year-old's practiced moves wash 
over me. I felt horrible. I was enjoying this. 

Flipped over, I was now staring up at Kathy. I had 
decided her fetish was exactly in this, in sleeping 
with the inexperienced. Or maybe she was into breaking 
couples up. Either way, I could tell she was marking 
her territory as she wiped her crotch against my face 
like a dog marking a tree, and after I had exploded 
deep within her, next to her womb, I could smell her 
stench upon me and knew that she owned me from then on. 

Monday finally came. I was sad that I felt relieved not 
to see Keri Sunday night. I was covered in the fuck 
juices of a girl 10 years my senior, and needed to be 
alone to contemplate. Alone in the shower, I washed 
myself in the darkness, ashamed I had been so weak. 
Kathy had clearly manipulated me for her own pleasure, 
and gave me pleasure while doing it. I felt my penis 
rise and fall over and over, as my mind was twisted 
with grief and perversion. 

I could never tell Keri what had happened. The only 
thing that made me feel worse than knowing that was 
knowing that I would definitely do it again if Kathy 
gave me the chance. 

It was the last day of school. There were classes, but 
no learning. Soda and cheesy hats were everywhere. 
People could spend the day freely in the library if 
they wanted to, or else participate in the gym for 
hokey arena style events. It was a fluff job of a day, 
and I was distracting myself in the library, reading 
about alien abductions. 

"Hey there," Lynn said, walking up to me. I was already 
uncomfortable, but shirked the sensation, realizing I 
didn't have anything to hide if I didn't want to feel 
that way. 

"Hey!" I greeted her back, "So you're in here today too 
huh?" 

"Yeah, not too many people. Wanna hole up in the 
conference room?" she asked. The conference room was a 
small room in the back with a door for sound 
insulation, such that people could talk without 
disturbing the rest of the library area. 

"Sure," I said. We each gathered an arm full of books, 
and proceeded into the closed confines of the back 
room. 

"What are you reading today?" Lynn asked, ever the 
inquisitive one. 

"Aliens, and abductions and stuff," I answered, 
sheepishly. 

"Hey, no worse than what I am reading," she said, 
pointing to the array of books in front of her. Various 
books about reptiles were spread on her end of the 
table. 

"What are you reading, anyways?" I asked. 

"Snake books. Pythons, Boas, that kinda stuff," she 
said, with an equally sheepish look on her face. 

"I thought your older brother was into that stuff, not 
you." 

"He is, but he left for college a year ago and I have 
been taking care of his pet python. He's pretty big 
now!" I mused about this while she paused. "I mean he's 
not huge, but he's probably 3 feet long." 

"Wow. Do you take him out and play with him, or, don't 
they crush their owners sometimes?" 

"Not a python, no." Lynn blushed. 

"...What was that? Are you embarrassed that you have a 
pet snake?" I asked her, teasingly. 

"No, no.. I dunno," was all I could get out of her. 
Something sparked an interest in me and I had to 
scratch it. I moved over to her end of the table. 

"Show me some pictures," I asked. She started flipping 
through the book. We passed into a section with some 
very large snakes, easily many times larger than 
people. She paused and gazed into the photographs. 
"Those are creepy!" She didn't respond for a bit. 

"They're not creepy," she said, almost hurt. "I like 
them." 

"I'm sorry," I said, realizing she was offended, "I 
didn't--" 

"I know you slept with Keri!" she blurted out. My heart 
fluttered for a moment. 

"...What?" I asked, pretending to be oblivious. 

"It's ok. We all know. She told us. She said you were 
cute," Lynn admitted to me. 

"I... have no idea what to say," I told her truthfully. 
I wasn't upset that Keri had told her friends. Being a 
guy, I felt like I wanted everyone to know. I was 
quickly rather glad this was known. "What else did she 
say?" 

"She didn't go into the details very much, don't worry. 
Your secret is safe with her. Well, and Elizabeth and 
me. And maybe Shelly. Yeah, probably Shelly." I 
grinned. "So..." she started. 

"So?" 

"So tell me.. what was it like?" Lynn was reaching out 
to me.

We had been personal before, but not intimately 
personal. I felt like I could trust her, confide in 
her. I wanted to tell her about Kathy, but knew I 
couldn't, because I would just be blurting to the first 
person who I thought would listen. 

"It was... really nice," I said. She rolled her eyes. 
"Well, what do you want me to say?" 

"I want you to tell me that fucking is everything I 
hope it is!" she again blurted, this time clasping her 
mouth. There was a pause. 

"It's awesome," I said finally. The corners of her 
mouth turned up and I could tell she was hiding a giant 
grin. Lynn was beautiful in her own way. She had the 
palest skin, only because she hid indoors. She should 
have had dark, almost Mediterranean skin to go with her 
black hair and dark brown eyes, but instead she 
perpetually seemed morbidly ghost-like. 

Her skin was blemished; she kept long nails and tended 
to pick at her face too much. She wore make up, but 
didn't do it well and at times reminded me somewhat of 
a clown. Lynn was a really nice girl though. She was 
keenly intellectual. Smarter than just about everyone 
else, she was the valedictorian by a surprise only 
because no one remembered she was in our class. And 
here we were, coupled up in the library conference 
room, talking about our friends, fucking, and snakes. 

"I wouldn't know," she said with a pout. It puzzled me, 
a girl pouting over her virginity. It seemed like the 
sort of thing any girl could take care of nearly 
instantly. It seemed overly personal that she was 
admitting this to me, yet given the past week I was 
certainly no stranger to intimate situations. 

"Oh, Lynn. Don't be like that. I bet half the school 
would kill to sleep with you." 

"Yeah... but the right half?" 

I rambled into my next sentence when it dawned on me 
what she had admitted to me just then. 

"Ugh, oh, OH!" was all I could manage. 

"Yeah," she sighed, looking down. Things were getting 
personal, indeed. Instantly I thought of her best 
friend, Elizabeth. 

"Well, what does Elizabeth think? I mean surely she can 
cheer you up?" 

"Joe... " Lynn pleaded, in that stop-being-naive sort 
of way. I was oblivious. 

"...Lynn?" She signed again. She shrugged. She flipped 
a page of the book. 

"These snakes can crush you to death. They just coil 
around you and don't let go until you have no air left. 
They aren't quite sure how they can tell that," she 
continued, reading from a random page. She seemed to 
almost recite it naturally. 

"Lynn, can I confide something in you?" I asked. She 
paused, and then slowly nodded. 

"I..." I started, and she looked at me with somber 
eyes. She had no idea what I wanted to tell her. 

"Yes?" she asked, blankly. 

"I... I have this coworker. Her name is Kathy. And last 
night... Oh man; last night she drove me to her house 
and she... seduced me." Lynn's eyes grew wide. 

"Seduced you? As in--" she started, then lowered her 
voice "--fucked you?" I slowly nodded my head. She 
brought her hands to her mouth at the same pace. "You 
cheated on Keri your third night into taking her 
virginity? And yours probably as well?" I kept nodding. 
"Oh my gosh," she said. I shook my head in shame. "Was 
it good?" I stopped shaking my head, inadvertently 
answering her question. 

"Wait, I don't mean--" I sputtered, feeling tricked. 

"It's ok, I won't tell anyone. But we have to make a 
pact now. You have to shake on it that we won't tell 
anyone else our secrets," she said. I still was 
oblivious from earlier, but nodded my head anyways. 
"No, dummy, look. Ok, take my hand and shake on it, 
like this," as she took my hand and contorted it in a 
simple ritual of honor she had invented growing up. 
"Now we can tell each other our secrets under penalty 
of death or severe scratching," as she bore her 
fiendishly long nails at me. I understood what she was 
saying this time. 

"It's a deal," I told her, relieved my secret was safe 
with her. 

"Ok. So I won't tell anyone you fucked around on Keri, 
and you don't tell anyone I want to fuck my best 
friend." 

"Deal-- wait what?!" I said, my heart skipping two 
beats. 

"Oh come on, you're acting that way on purpose. You 
just want the sordid details, don't you?" She said with 
a half grin. Now my dumb male brain was smart enough to 
play along and hear what would inevitably be a sexy 
story. I nodded my head. 

"Yeah you need to fill me in I guess," I said, sticking 
my tongue out. 

"Ok, well, fine. We have a little while to wait 
anyways. So, I guess, it's been a few years. See, I 
have known for a long time that I love Elizabeth. It's 
not just a sexual thing like you're thinking, perv. 
It's a romantic thing. I don't mean I just want to fuck 
her -- well I do, but I mean I want to make love to 
her, to be her first, and my first, and... Argh, I have 
this entire fantasy in my head I play out every 
night..." She blushed. 

My pants were getting tight, listening to this torrid 
admission of lesbian lust. "But yes, a lot of it is 
very sexual energy." She spoke with her hands, 
carefully, soothingly, like a woman should. While Lynn 
is of average build, not really skinny by any means, 
but certainly blessed given her lack of exercise; 
Elizabeth was a slightly heavy girl, with soft dull 
eyes and a heavy bosom, cleaving half way up her neck, 
with a long mouse brown pony tail that was braided to 
the tip of her ass, which was bulbous in shape. 

She wore her hair in bangs as though she were still 
living in the 1980s, and rarely had much of a designer 
sense. Not quite as brainy as her best friend and now 
secret admirer, she was more social and easy to 
interact with for most people. Still, I found myself 
more connected with Lynn over the years, now more so 
than ever. 

"I remember the first time we..." Lynn paused, examined 
me, and continued, "The first time we kissed." 

"Holy shit!" I blurted. 

"Oh, no girls do that stuff all the time. It's not a 
huge deal. Well, it is, but we don't play it like it 
is," she explained to me, trying to both preserve the 
dignity and yet expose the lusty tones. "We practice on 
each other, but it's so easy to just want to make out, 
and then chalk it up to practice. We used to do it 
quite a bit when we were younger." I was sure my dick 
was going to melt and break at the base. I felt a wet 
spot forming and begged myself to behave. "Probably the 
only girls I haven't seen kiss are the twins, 
obviously." Now she was just teasing me. 

"You've kissed my Keri?!" I demanded from her. She 
could only grin back. 

"We've experimented a few times, kissing. We were 
really young, though. It was harmless fun." I rolled my 
eyes back and felt a surge travel down my spine. "But 
with Elizabeth, she is the only girl I've ever wanted 
to take it further with... explore her body, caress her 
skin, you know, like what you have with Keri... and 
your skanky ho," she trailed, taking a stab at a 
sensitive spot. 

"Hey now!" I cried foul, hurt that she could be so 
mean. 

"Oh come on, you deserve it. Cheating on our friend and 
your lover. You know that's going to come around and 
haunt you, no matter what you do, right?" I hung my 
head in shame. The thought had already occurred to me. 
"Well, don't worry. I won't tell anyone." 

"I know, you can't because we shook. And I can't tell 
Elizabeth you want to stick your tongue in her ass," I 
said, trying to be as crude as possible. Lynn instead 
made a daydreaming face, and I realized the thought had 
already occurred to her. Now I was sure my dick was 
going to melt off. 

"I would, I am so oral. It's so bad. I will stick 
anything in my mouth twice." 

"I know, I remember the truth or dare party last winter 
when you chewed on Pat's pre-chewed napkin. I wanted to 
puke when you did that!" Lynn blushed. 

"Well, you know. I should point out that I'm not 
claiming to be purely... the "L" word," she fumbled. 

"Well I can see that. I've always known you were 
checking me out in English class," I teased. There was 
a pause where neither of us made faces. Our eyes 
dilated as the truth washed over us. 

"I..." Lynn stuttered, and our faces both flashed red 
with embarrassment. 

"It's ok, I was just teasing you," I said. I wasn't 
interested in getting tangled up further that week. 

"No, no, it's just... I did have a thing for you a 
while ago, but I have really focused it all on 
Elizabeth now, and, that probably isn't wise but I 
really can't help myself." 

"Lynn, it's ok, really. In the past three days I've 
lost my virginity and slept with another woman as well. 
I don't think you need to worry about me obsessing over 
another friend possibly liking me -- really don't 
worry." 

"Thanks," she said, truly thankful that I wasn't 
chasing the issue. She flipped the page of the book 
again, this time to a Snakes-In-Cinema chapter. 

"So you know I cheated on Keri, I know you want to go 
downtown on your best bud, and that you were interested 
in me long ago. Any other revelations?" I grinned 
sharply. Lynn looked down at the book. 

"Have you ever realized a fetish?" She asked bluntly. 

"A fetish? Like S and M?" I toyed. 

"Yeah. Like S and M," she reciprocated. 

"I dunno. I really like the idea of sex in the shower 
or a pool," I quipped. She nodded her head. 

"Ok, so you have a water thing?" 

"I dunno, maybe?" we volleyed. 

"Why do you think you like water for sex?" 

"...I honestly have no idea," I answered truthfully. 

"Maybe you were in a bath the first time you got 
aroused sexually," she posited, "Or maybe you saw 
something erotic related to water growing up on TV when 
you were very young." 

"Possibly, but I have never really thought about it 
before," I said. 

"Well, that's how most fetishes start. Freud, you know 
him right?" I nodded slowly. "Freud said that you get 
your fetishes from the first object you focus on after 
you get shocked by something sexual. For males, his big 
theory was that guys get shoe fetishes, or lingerie or 
feet fetishes, things like that, because the first time 
they see their naked mothers, they are so shocked by 
the lack of a penis that they focus on the first thing 
they see, and that becomes their fetish." 

"Cool?" I asked, unsure. 

"Well, if you entertain your fetish, it's nice to have 
that feeling. But some things aren't material to focus 
on, yet they are also fetishes." 

"I take it you have one?" I asked, expecting her to 
answer. 

"I think so. I mean... Ok, we're going to be a little 
candid here, I guess. We've been naughty enough 
already, a little further isn't a big deal, right?" 

"Right," I confirmed, as I was now getting interested 
and felt like she too had something more to admit. 

"I get really turned on by things most people would 
probably consider morbid," she said with a frown, 
trying to cater to my presumed reaction. I didn't give 
her the frown she expected back. 

"Like death stuff?" I asked with a mild gulp. My 
intrigue was outweighing my concern. She nodded her 
head slowly. 

"I think I'm just over stimulated from being online too 
much. But I have ridiculous fantasies when I'm alone, 
which is, you know, always," she said with another 
pout. "I just... get off on it, I guess." 

"What aspect of it? I mean, dying doesn't seem very 
sexy to me." 

"Well, it's a matter of interpretation. You probably 
don't think being helpless for some inevitable thing to 
occur is sexy, but to me, I can't really get off unless 
I feel helpless against fate, at least in my fantasy." 
It became clear to me we were talking about her own 
masturbation techniques, and I was now keenly 
interested. 

"Go on," I said with a grin. 

"Ok, you know the damsel in distress, tied up on the 
railroad tracks? Did that ever get you stiff?" Starting 
to see her point, I blushed and nodded slightly. "Well, 
if I was tied up on the railroad tracks, I think I'd 
flood them for a quarter mile down." Being the most 
explicit thing discussed so far, I was a deep red, a 
stark contrast to the pale face she maintained, as 
though she were reciting from her most intimate diary 
on auto-pilot. 

"That's pretty hot," was all I managed to cough up. 

"It's not just railroad tracks though. Anything where 
I'm slated to die, I feel a sexual energy. I've had 
fantasies about guillotines, being chased by cannibals, 
giant snakes, crashing in cars," she listed. 

"Snakes? You mean like these guys here?" I pointed down 
at the book. She put her hand on mine. 

"Joe, I have to tell you about one of my favorite ones. 
What time is it?" she asked. We had a while left. "My 
favorite fantasy is that one of my brother's snakes 
gets over 10 feet long, and I let him eat me." It was 
official, there was now a giant soggy spot in my pants 
that I would have to carefully avoid displaying for the 
rest of the day. 

"Go on," I said like a broken record. 

"I would just lie there, slowly massaging myself, as 
the snake made its way towards me, and starting at my 
toes... swallow me right up until I am gone. But you 
know, plus one orgasm right before." She smiled at me. 
This was intense. 

"And what about Elizabeth?" I said with a smirk. My 
voice almost cracked. 

"Oh," she said, and her eyes fluttered and rolled back 
a bit. "That one is just for me." I could tell she was 
serious, so I didn't try any further. "But I've had so 
many obscene fantasies by this point," she said, almost 
boasting. 

"I think this room is literally 10 degrees warmer than 
it was," I said to her. 

"Do you want to go out into the main area and cool 
off?" she asked me, sounding concerned. 

"Well, maybe I would, but I have a small problem," I 
said, hoping she would figure it out. She did. 

"Ah, gotcha. I am a bit swollen myself. Wow, I can't 
believe I just admitted that." She playfully smacked 
herself on the forehead. 

We decided to read quietly for a few minutes and try to 
calm down enough to escape the room by the end of the 
period with our dignity intact. It was the last period 
we had of high school, and probably the most 
interesting. 

That night we graduated. It went perfectly, and 
afterwards there was a lot of celebration at the twin's 
house. The girls all wanted to see some smooching, and 
Keri and I came public with our status. All the girls 
cooed when our lips met, but it was only a brief moment 
before Shelly and Lynn helped knock the two of us into 
the pool, fully clothed in graduation gowns and hats. 

And that night, Keri and I found a quiet spot to sneak 
away to and resume our lovemaking. And Kathy stayed out 
of my head. Life was good. 

Tuesday morning rolled around and I had a headache from 
the shouting and dehydration from the night before. I 
hadn't spent the night at Keri's due to the grown ups 
all wondering where everyone was going to be, and we 
weren't being quite that public with our relationship. 

Even though I was the invincible high school graduate, 
high on life, sex, and accomplishment, I wasn't immune 
from the calls of work, and that afternoon I found 
myself back in the grease pit, working at the speed of 
fast food, which ironically is quite slow. I sort of 
dreaded 2pm when Kathy showed up. When she did, I was 
friendly, hoping not to send her a weird vibe, instead 
thinking I could just ride on the fence until I quit my 
job at the end of the summer, event free. Doing this 
only fueled Kathy's fire, unfortunately. I did manage 
to escape that day without directly talking to her, as 
it was very busy for the rest of my shift, and I left 
only a few hours after her. 

That night we were all hanging around. Feeling 
sentimental, we were pleased to learn there was going 
to be a large party at our friend Doug's house. Doug 
was a friend up the street with really boring parents. 
They were going away for a week to Hawaii, and Doug 
decided that he was going to exploit both the house and 
the giant 20 by 40 foot swimming pool. Best described 
as "pent up" or "needing to get laid", Doug was a 
different sort of pervert than I was, preferring to 
snap Polaroids of girls swimming in his pool, at times 
even his own sister! Fortunately for her, she was going 
away that week as well. 

The party was to be on the upcoming Saturday. Many 
people were invited. Mostly girls got invites, although 
a few guys were invited to loosen the gears and not 
draw too many suspicions. Everyone knew Doug was a 
horndog and just wanted to beat off from his bedroom 
while his friends frolicked in the pool, but then again 
most people could live with that for a free meal and a 
pool to kick around in. The rumor was this was a booze 
cruise, and that got everyone much more sophisticated 
at first. 

Keri said she wanted to go. 

"Oh great," I thought to myself. "Jackoff Polaroids of 
my girlfriend in her one piece for the neighborhood 
pervert". Keri didn't care what I thought, and figured 
I was just being paranoid. She said it was cute, but 
not cute enough to get out of going. 

"Besides, we'll bring Shelly, and she can flash him 
while I run to the pool," she said with a gleam in her 
eye. I loved that girl. It was a date. Saturday booze 
party up the street. 

Wednesday rolls around. Another fun day at work. It's 
slow and I am worried I will have to confront Kathy. 
She comes in around 2pm and we are quiet for a while. 
Around 4pm, she calls me out for a break on the back 
steps. 

"So, how's the dong action?" she asked, ever so 
eloquently. 

"The dong action is good, good," I reported. 

"So you guys tried anything new?" she asked further. I 
shrugged. "Well?" 

"I dunno, not really. I did have a really weird 
conversation Monday though," I admitted. Alarms went 
off in my head. I had just broken Lynn's trust too. 
What was wrong with me? 

"Oh yeah? Was it freaky? Tell me!" she demanded, almost 
as though I was giving her a high. 

"Well, just some weird stuff, but I said I wouldn't 
talk about it. We shook on it, like a little secret 
pact thing. I really can't say anything." 

"A secret pact huh? I guess we have one of those too, 
huh?" she said, grinning at me. 

I swallowed hard. 

"Ugh, yeah," was all I could muster. 

"Yeah you do. You like how we do. Come on, you have to 
tell me about your other little friend here. What's her 
name?" she probed. 

I sighed. 

"Lynn." 

"Is she hot?" 

"I dunno. Yeah. Kinda." 

"So you have a hot little freaky friend. You have to 
tell me. What did she tell you? She into some shit?" 
Kathy was a master at this. 

"She is into some sort of morbid things," I admitted. 
Great, now she knows I have a friend named Lynn who 
likes weird shit. 

"Like what?" 

"I dunno." 

"Of course you do! Come on just tell me, I'm not going 
to tell anyone." 

"Like dying and stuff like that," I signed, defeated 
yet again. 

"Oooh yeah, that's some kinky shit. Like hanging or 
stabbing and shit?" 

"I dunno. Yeah like car crashes and getting hunted and 
stuff." 

Kathy cornered me against the chain link fence that 
walled the back steps in. She put her hand on my 
crotch. 

"Mmm, you remember last week? That was pretty good. But 
I did all the work. You're going to do all the work 
next time. 

Tonight." I swallowed hard yet again. She felt my cock 
rising quickly. "Good boy. That's the right answer." 

I was sort of freaking out, but my body had betrayed me 
yet again. I was such a loser. 

"So anything going on this weekend?" she asked. I took 
it to be trivial. 

"Just some party we're going to," I offered, then 
wondering if my brain was truly mush. 

"Sounds hot. I'll hook you up with a few cases of beer. 
You'll be a hero," she offered. All of a sudden, I felt 
like yes indeed, I could somehow vindicate myself to 
Keri by helping to ensure the party was a success. 

Keri wasn't in town that night, which made me feel both 
at ease and nervous. I knew what was coming, and tried 
to disengage myself from my warped reality I had 
stepped into. Finally, quitting time rolled around. 
Both stinky from grease, Kathy called out to me. 

"Joe, let's go." I heard my voice betray me. 

"OK," I caved in, and followed her out to her car. It 
was a little beyond 11pm, and the night was basically 
dead. I was starting to wonder if we were really going 
to do the things she said we were going to do. I waited 
with baited breath as we went into the center of town. 
Upon an intersection, a left blinker would indicate I 
was off the hook, and a right blinker would indicate 
more cheating, more guilty feelings, and more 
ridiculous sex. She teased me by delaying her blinker 
at the intersection. Briefly looking over at my 
withdrawn face, she cracked a sinister lopsided grin, 
pushed my left shoulder, and flicked her left hand in 
an upwards motion on the directional stick. My heart 
lunged. 

We pulled into her driveway a few moments later. I 
followed her inside for a second time. This time, she 
did not attack me in her hallway. She tossed her keys 
on a hallway stand, and asked me if I wanted a beer. I 
was pretty sure I did. 

"This stuff is pretty good. It'll loosen you up a 
little," she promised. At the time, I thought loosening 
up was what I needed most. Little did I know the truth. 
A few beers later, Kathy realized our foul smell from 
work lingered. 

"Ok stinky boy. Guess what time it is?" she teased. 

"Umm, time to call it a night?" I feebly responded. She 
smirked, rolled her eyes, and pulled me up from her 
trashy couch. 

"Come on," she insisted, and I followed her down her 
hallway. She diverted me into her bathroom. Rotating 
behind me, she shut the door. "Let's get this grease 
off of us," she asked, pulling her belt off. As her 
work pants loosened, I saw the top of her black thong 
panties exposed and felt myself stiffen. She noticed, 
too. 

Instantly her hand was fishing around in the front of 
my pants, in between the cloth of the uniform and my 
underwear. 

"You're going to love what I have in store for you 
tonight," she threatened. I was resigned to my fate for 
the night. I simply mumbled a neutral response. 

A few moments later we were stark naked and her head 
was bobbing up and down my penis. Her hair was truly 
slick with fry grease and I could smell it wafting 
upwards. It made me feel trashy, and it excited me. 
Further, I could smell both of our foul sweaty armpits, 
crotches, and asses, tucked in for 8 hours of humid 
filthy heat, compounded into a further layer of grease. 
It had an entirely primal feel to it and I almost lost 
myself in a surge of overwhelmed olfactory sensation. 

"Easy, cowboy," Kathy advised, "don't blow your load 
just yet or you're not going to enjoy what's up the 
pipeline." This made me curious, but more nervous. 
Pausing, she stepped to the shower and turned the hot 
water on, forgoing the cold. The room filled with thick 
hot steam. The various feminine sundries permeated the 
thick vaporous air and I consumed them through my nose, 
feeling a new rush of illicit betrayal. Ooze leaked 
from the tip of my bright red cock. As she bent over 
the tub to adjust the cold water, I saw hot matted down 
her lower pubic hair was, in between her vagina and 
anus. My dick bobbed up and down with my heart, 
expecting the best of the worst from her momentarily. I 
was loving this through the guilt. I felt alive knowing 
the bad things I was doing. 

Once the water was set, she pulled the curtain open a 
bit and invited me in. I followed, of course. But 
before we got down to the business of degreasing, Kathy 
was poised to get her motor revved as well. 

"Ok bitch," she said, shocking me even in this 
environment, "on your knees." I complied. She wanted 
oral sex. Well, I had done this to her last time, so 
this didn't seem any different. She turned, with her 
back facing me. Ok, I was going to give her oral from 
behind. "Start eating," she demanded with a harsh tone. 
I started my work. It was very thick and almost a turn 
off at first. I wasn't getting a lot of water as she 
was absorbing it all in her hair. She kept pressing 
backwards, until my back was against the far wall of 
her tub's stall. 

"I can't move back anymore," I said. 

"Ok, good. Now," she started, bending over at a 90 
degree angle, "get to work on the main course," as she 
held her cheeks apart, completely exposing her ass to 
me. The dark, sparsely hairy funnel into her asshole 
had an unmistakable scent of unclean. She wanted me to 
rim her. 

I didn't have a choice. 

After a pause, I went in, full Monty, tongue straight 
out, at least an inch into her puckered hole. I heard a 
gasp and knew I was on the right track. The taste was 
intense, but not as much as the smell. After a few 
minutes, she began masturbating, so I knew she was 
getting what she wanted. As I progressed, the smell and 
taste become less, and I knew I was effectively washing 
her clean. 

"You're doing a... good job," she said between gasps. 
After about five minutes, she began to tremble and 
moan, and it was apparent when her orgasm took over 
her. She turned around and braced against the wall, now 
letting the water hit me. For a few minutes we just 
stood in the water, with her arms around me. I was 
swollen and bobbing against her inner thigh. Precum was 
lubricating me against her legs, and it was almost 
enough for me to masturbate against her. 

It wasn't until then that I realized how trashy Kathy 
was at her core. She suddenly directed me around, still 
unwashed, and bent me over, returning the procedure on 
me. Having my asshole reamed out with a tongue was 
beyond description. Awkwardly, she masturbated my penis 
slowly while she manipulated my bum with her lips. 

Even though I was buzzed from the beers, it didn't take 
more than an instant to realize the shift from tongue 
to finger, as she began both exploring me, and defiling 
me further into her mute sex toy. So quickly she got 
her index finger within me and against my prostate, I 
barely had time to protest. My cock was oozing at a 
prodigious rate now that it was stimulated via the 
milking of my gland. Another pause, and then I found 
myself being explored with two fingers. A few minutes 
later, and then three. Where was she going with this? 

After she withdrew for a minute, she told me to stay 
put and not turn around. I obeyed her, reluctantly. I 
heard a bottle top snapping, and wanted desperately to 
see what was coming next. I felt something a little 
cold pressing against me and tried to turn around to 
see it. 

"No, I said no," she scolded. She grabbed my head and 
forcefully held it straight. I tried to obey. "Push 
out," she commanded. I knew what she wanted and 
complied, pressing my bowels outwards slightly. I felt 
an intense pressure, and then pleasure, as I realized 
she had penetrated me with a sex toy of some sort, 
probably a dildo. "You can look now," she told me. 

I turned around as best I could, and could barely see 
the base of a purple jelly dildo abutting my butt. I 
clenched against it and felt the effect within me. 

"Grab the base," she directed. "Good. Now I want you to 
fuck yourself in front of me. You can't touch your 
dick, though." She was being crueler than ever. She 
played with herself slowly in the hot water while I 
teetered at the end of the tub, rocking the soft purple 
dick in and out of my ass. 

We ended the shower with the dildo still inserted. She 
cleaned the both of us with soap, and after drying off 
with some large towels, she led me into her bedroom. 
Onto the bed we went, and she positioned herself 
between my legs. 

"How does it feel?" she asked, half actually caring. 

"It feels ok," I answered, trying to be non 
descriptive. 

"Just ok? Hrmm, we can work ok that," she said. 
Reaching into a nightstand, she grabbed a bottle of 
lubricant and applied it to the dildo during a 
withdrawn stroke. Instantly it became almost too 
pleasurable, and I felt myself washed away in ecstasy. 
"You like this, don't you? You can admit it. I won't 
tell anyone."

"Yeah... this is pretty intense," I admitted. 

"Good. Now I need you to start jerking off, as fast as 
you can." I obeyed my master for the night. "Let me 
know when you're getting close." I nodded. 

"Mrmm, I think... I'm getting close," I told her, 
truthfully. Kathy grinned. 

"Ok, just keep jerking off. No matter what I do, you 
can't stop, or you'll get into trouble later," she said 
with a slight tremble. I didn't feel the nervousness as 
it was completely overcome by a perverted state of 
ecstasy. She pulled my knees upwards, and, starting to 
stand, she lifted my entire bottom half into the air, 
standing above me. "Ok Joe, now you're going to give a 
nice hot facial. I want you to blast it all over your 
face and in your mouth." 

She grabbed my balls and pulled them towards her, 
extending my budding orgasm. I could feel the semen 
rushing towards the base of my cock, ready to launch 
into what it expected to be a vagina. Time slowed as I 
beat my swollen cock. Slowly, a strand of precum 
dripped down from the tip and connected with my jaw. It 
was cold from the long descent. Kathy jiggled the dildo 
at the same moment and I lost control. 

Seven hot thick strands of ejaculate shot straight 
downwards, hitting my face. Kathy fucked my ass with 
her dildo during the long orgasm. Semen splashed into 
my mouth, and I knew finally what it felt like to be 
completely defiled. Or so I thought. 

As my orgasm came to rest, Kathy had one more trick up 
her sleeve. Sighing from my intense experience, I was 
completely unprepared when Kathy pulled the dildo from 
my ass and directed it straight into my mouth. 

"Suck it you little bitch," she yelled at me. She 
pushed it as hard as she could and I felt it against 
the back of my tongue. I bit on it, never allowing it 
to hit my throat, but the intense smell of my inner ass 
caused me to instantly retch. Covered in sweat, sperm, 
and now shit, I was completely destroyed mentally. 
"Good boy, you made mommy happy," Kathy said, laughing. 
She pulled the dildo out of my mouth and patted my 
belly. I shuddered and felt a single tear well in my 
right eye. 

An hour and a second shower together later, I was being 
dropped off at my block, not directly in front of my 
house as a convenience to me. 

"I'll buy you the beer tomorrow after work for the 
party we're going to," she told me. I nodded and turned 
towards the house. She sped off. 

"Wait, I--" I started, but she was gone. She had just 
invited herself to Doug's party. This could be the end 
of my relationship with Keri, I felt. I snuck inside 
and quietly retired to my bedroom, unable to sleep for 
most of the rest of the night. 

Thursday around noon I woke up. My ass was sore. I was 
grumpy. I took a shower, all alone in the house, after 
not seeing any messages from Keri queued. I wondered 
how the day would go. I didn't have to work, but I did 
need to get the cases of beer from Kathy. Around 3:00 
she finally called me, on her way to work. 

"Hey stud," she said into the phone, "I'll swing by 
your place around 11:30 with a few cases of stuff. Or 
if you want I can just bring it with us Saturday." I 
was bummed she had invited herself, but didn't feel 
like I had any options left. 

"Just bring it with you on Saturday. Um, so are you 
going... with me, or just going to show up?" I asked, 
nervous. She laughed into the phone. 

"Don't worry, Joe. I'm not an idiot. You can go with 
your little girlfriend Keri. Just make sure people know 
you work with me and it'll be cool." 

The day stretched on, and that night I was able to make 
contact with Keri. She wanted to meet up later for some 
loving. I was more than ready for something a little 
more innocent. We met at the park and went for a nice 
walk, hand in hand, stopping under trees to sip on a 
shared coffee and steal quick kisses. She was beautiful 
in the moon light, and I was terrified that I might 
lose her due to my own lack of judgment. She rattled me 
all of a sudden, with a sharp question I wasn't 
prepared for. 

"Do you love me?" she asked. I didn't have to consider 
it. 

"Yes," I answered, nervous that it might not be the 
right answer. There was a very long pause as we kept 
walking. Her hand gripped me own with force. 

"Good," was her simple, but elegant reply. I didn't ask 
her to admit it back. I wasn't sure if she did, but I 
felt good and felt a warmth in my heart that everything 
was going to work out well for us. 

We ended the night with a long lovemaking session in 
her bedroom, a special treat as her family was gone for 
the evening. It felt even more intimate than the first 
few times, seeing her trust in me practiced as we 
rocked back and forth, attached at the pelvis, in her 
childhood room. I outlasted her on our drawn out quest 
for an orgasm, and she needed a break. 

"I'm sorry, I'm just sensitive after I cum," she 
admitted to me. I was loving and polite, but did not 
obfuscate that I needed to be finished off as well. 
After a minute she lured me up to above her breasts, 
and I straddled her face. She used her hands to direct 
me into her mouth. She paused for a moment, as she had 
her first unexpected sample of female sexuality, 
tasting her own vagina. Not turned off by the taste, 
she attacked the underside of my cock with a vigor that 
brought me to orgasm quickly. She took it all in her 
mouth, and as we kept eye contact throughout, she 
swallowed the entire load in an act of love so intense 
I felt as though my heart would break. 

We snuggled together for over an hour together, sweat 
evaporating of our hot bodies in the setting moon of 
the night sky. We woke up early again, naked, and made 
love yet again, and then again, before departing into 
town for a quick breakfast before splitting up for the 
day. The next time we would see each other was to visit 
the party. 

Kathy didn't have to work that Friday, but I did. Those 
days were easier on me, although my imagination tended 
to wander a lot more without the stimulation Kathy gave 
it. I worked with another classmate I graduated with, a 
girl named Michelle, a year younger than me, who was a 
bit of a prep. We didn't talk too often, but realized 
each other's intellect enough that we didn't adhere to 
the strict social ladder that separated us. 

Michelle was a beautiful girl with a long oval shaped 
face and dark brown hair. She was a quarter Hispanic 
and the rest white, giving her a slightly exotic look 
that drove most of the guys wild. It was rumored that 
during a preppy party, which were rife with marijuana, 
she once did a "Chinese Finger trap" with two of the 
football players, in which each guy takes either the 
mouth or vagina of a young gal. Hearsay was impossible 
to verify, however, and I personally took it to be 
nothing more than a nice random fantasy for bath time 
fun. 

Michelle played field hockey during the school year, 
and because of it had shapely legs and toned arms. Her 
boobs were of medium size and she had perfect hips, 
neither too wide or narrow, set at exactly the right 
height to don a sexy pleated white skirt with the pose 
of a typical movie starlet. Her rear end was just the 
right spot between tight and plump, and honestly she 
made me excited at times I would rather not admit. 

At the place we worked, the male chauvinist manager 
kept all the pretty high school girls up front at the 
registers, and all the guys and older girls out back. 
Kathy of course worked out back with me, a few years 
out of her prime, augmented by her tattoos and eye 
rings. Michelle, on the other hand, barely ever entered 
the back, even though there were walk areas hardly 
imposing a partition. She must have been bored, because 
she decided to visit my station. 

"Hey, Joe. What's up?" Michelle asked. I was excited at 
having some company during the midday lull. 

"Hi Michelle, oh, not too much. Slow period, you know. 
Just running the clock down," I said with a forced 
chuckle. 

"Yeah, it gets pretty lame here. I don't know why he 
keeps four of us working in between lunch and dinner. 
Sometimes I think it's just so he can watch us stand 
around," Michelle said, reflecting about our piggish 
boss. 

"Well, maybe you pretty girls in the front," I offered. 
She blushed a little. 

"Awww, you're sweet," she said in her preppy voice I 
half despised. "I think Donna is coming in later. You 
should take lunch with us," Michelle offered. This was 
a new one to me. I accepted her gracious offer and 
lined my break up with hers for the first time of our 
mutual employment. 

A few hours later it was time for our break, and sure 
enough Donna, who was Michelle's best friend, had been 
waiting a few minutes for us. Donna was a transfer 
student from a year and a half earlier. She was quite 
the young woman. She had a black belt in martial arts, 
a cunning personality, and one of the best smiles of 
our graduating class. She was slightly heavy, with a 
butt just barely quantifiable as "dumpy", with huge D 
cup breasts and a slight roll in her tummy. 

Her beautiful face, with dark eyes and curious eyebrows 
and long lashes made up for her barely heavy frame. Not 
a guy in our class would have put her below the top ten 
hottest girls. She wore faded jeans with a black 
leather belt and large chrome buckle, barely flared out 
at the bottom of the legs, and a brown tight t-shirt 
with silvery sparkle glitter in a star pattern across 
her ample breasts. 

To her right sat her little sister, Dana. Barely 
weighing 100 pounds, she was 50 pounds lighter than her 
big sister, and 2 grades behind us in high school. She 
shared the same mysterious eyes and curious grin as 
Donna, but had a small-but-growing chest and the 
slightest of hips. Both shared slightly wavy hair of 
medium brown color, and had freckled arms in tandem. 

We all sat down and enjoyed a disgusting burger each, 
at half price, due to our discount. Quickly Donna 
warmed up to me, and by the end of the meal we were all 
horsing around the table like long lost friends. 

"So, there's this thing tomorrow, you guys should 
come... " I offered cautiously. After all, inviting 
preppy girls to a bikini party wasn't exactly my forte. 
Donna and Michelle looked at each other, eyebrows 
turned upright and mock frowning in thought.

"Eh, sure, why not? We're not doing anything," Donna 
declared. They both looked at Dana. "I suppose you want 
to come too, huh," Donna teased. Dana nodded. 

"I'm old enough! I want to check out the guys there, 
I'm going to be a junior next fall, please?!" she 
whined. I wasn't sure there would be too many guys 
there, but I didn't push that tidbit out there. 

"Well, it's up to Donna because there's going to be 
some drinking, and she might not want you to get in 
trouble," I admitted, knowing it would seal the deal 
with the two older girls. 

"Pfft, I don't care about that, she's on her own what 
she does at a party," Donna muttered. Dana's eyes lit 
up when she understood she got to tag along. I told 
them where it was and what to bring, and they seemed 
very agreeable to the plan. I stirred a little, knowing 
three more girls would be sprinting around Doug's back 
yard, beers in hand, half naked in the summer sun. 

I told them to invite anyone else they wanted. They 
suggested a few people, and told me they would see who 
they could come up with. 

Michelle and I had to close that night. We were both 
really tired from the day, as the night shift had 
picked up substantially and we had a long job of 
scrubbing the floors and equipment to pack it up for 
the night. I went home, degreased in the shower, and 
crashed hard for the night, excited about a relaxing 
fun day in the sun with friends. Then my mind thought 
about Kathy, and I began to worry. Fortunately, I was 
too tired to obsess and remain awake. 

Saturday I woke up around 10am, three hours before the 
party was scheduled to start. I poked around the house 
for a bit, watching some cartoons before hopping back 
into the shower. I resisted the urge to masturbate, 
reeling back memories of a few nights prior and the 
utter degradation at Kathy's house. 

Slowly, the erotic submissive qualities of the night 
took me over, and I felt myself casually massaging my 
swollen junk. Still, I wasn't interested in showing up 
to a bikini party on an empty tank of semen, and saved 
myself for the inevitable blow job Keri would give me 
that night on our way home. 

I had to walk to Keri's house, about an hour's walk for 
me. It was nice out, so this wasn't a huge deal. I 
showed up, sweaty, and Shelly met me at the door. She 
invited me inside and told me I could grab a Cola from 
their fridge while Keri was finishing up in the shower. 

Lynn and Elizabeth were waiting downstairs, already in 
their swimsuits underneath the familiar white t-shirts 
and Umbro shorts. I was excited to see them together, 
knowing secret things about Lynn and her sexual 
cravings for her best friend, sitting not inches from 
her, oblivious. I welcomed myself to the couch and lost 
myself to a mental fantasy of the two making out. 

"Earth to Joe!" Elizabeth shouted. 

"Huh, what?" I said. 

"I said, what are you swimming in today?" Elizabeth 
apparently reiterated. 

"Oh right, I have some trunks on under my shorts," I 
told her. Lynn giggled, correctly guessing my 
distraction. I heard Shelly coming down the steps. 

"Keri will be down in a minute," Shelly declared, 
sliding over to the computer. She browsed the Internet 
mindlessly while the rest of us stared at the 
television. Shelly wasn't the same as Keri. She was 
three inches shorter, at 5'3", and had fuller boobs. 
Both had nice wide hips, but Shelly's ass wasn't quite 
as shapely as her sister's, and I didn't feel the same 
urge of lust towards her as I did towards her sister. 
Her hair was very wavy, while Keri's was straight. 
Other than that, they were at times difficult to tell 
apart from a distance. 

Finally Keri came downstairs, dressed in a purple tank 
top and faded jean shorts with a tiny inseam. She had a 
green and purple bikini on underneath. This was new for 
Keri, as neither she nor her sister ever wore two piece 
swim suits. Both were avid swimmers and cared for their 
performance records, something a bikini won't afford. 
She must have been doing this for me. 

Finally it was time to leave for the party. We all 
crammed into their white minivan and took off across 
town to Doug's house. We decided to show up a little 
late, to be fashionable. 

There were already four cars there when we arrived. Our 
friends Barbara and Dwight, a three year long couple 
from high school, had shown up first. Barbara was a 
chubby girl and curly black hair and dark skin. Her 
boyfriend Dwight was a tall kid with pale skin and a 
real dorky attitude. We were often disturbed to hear of 
their sexuality. Both were a little too public with 
their preferences. Barbara was from my class, but 
Dwight was a year behind. 

Also there were the two Mary's. One of the Mary's was a 
blonde, although not as blonde as my friend Reba was. 
Her hair was curly, and her face was ever so slightly 
chubby. She had a gap in between her front two teeth, 
big boobs like Donna's from the day before, and light 
skin. Her cow brown eyes gave her away as a country 
bumpkin. She was two grades behind us in school, in 
Dana's class. 

One grade behind us was the other Mary, a brunette, but 
only barely. If her hair had been a shade lighter, she 
might have been a dirty blonde by many. Brunette Mary 
was Blonde Mary's friend, but shy around just about 
everyone else. She had a large nose and scrunched up 
face, with dark brown eyes that squinted through the 
folds her eye sockets usually made. 

She had thick eyebrows, clearly in need of some 
trimming, but wasn't too oblivious as to let it turn 
into a unibrow. She had B cup breasts that were perfect 
little globes, although no one had ever seen them 
before. She was very protective of herself and had 
never dated before, and because of her somewhat strict 
religious beliefs, denied herself virtually everything 
fun life had to offer, even soda and most movies. It 
was a surprise that Blonde Mary had gotten her out of 
the house. 

Finally Tyler and Lindsay were there. Brother and 
sister, Tyler was a friend of Doug's. He had graduated 
a year earlier with Doug, and both had been home a 
month from college already. Lindsay was in Blonde Mary 
and Dana's class. She had very pale skin and jet black 
hair with a few blond highlights, a failed attempt to 
stylize herself. 

She was known quite widely as promiscuous as best, and 
a slut more normally. I had often had fantasies about 
her growing up, but they had fallen to the wayside as 
her boyfriend tally accumulated over the few years. She 
had a big butt, due to her own design -- she knew of 
its draw to older men and often used it well to get 
favors from various shops around turn to keep her 800 
dollar rig on the road. 

After a while, Kathy called from the road, announcing 
she would be a little late. I was annoyed to have to 
deal with her, but also relieved that I would look like 
a hero as Doug had not delivered on the alcohol. While 
waiting for Kathy to arrive, Donna, Michelle, and Dana 
showed up in Michelle's truck, and shortly thereafter, 
Frank. Frank was also back on summer vacation after his 
first year at college, and he was glad to be resting 
up. 

He was skinny, with a smooth belly and big biceps. He 
kept his hair nearly shaved, and although he wasn't 
what most people would call handsome, the girls tended 
to find his mysterious ways alluring enough to keep him 
busy. I knew him fairly well from the year before, when 
I was a junior. We worked together on a few projects, 
and finally became friends over that summer. We had 
fallen out of touch mostly, after he left for school. I 
had to greet him when he arrived. 

"Frank!" 

"Joe!" He grinned. We shook hands and then mock kung-
fu'd each other in Doug's kitchen. "Where's the booze 
dude?" he asked, eager to crack open a cold one and get 
some sun. Just then the door knocked. 

"Anyone home?" called out a familiar voice. Head cocked 
to the side, I went to the screen door and was 
surprised to see Reba standing there, a pink bikini top 
hidden under a white t-shirt and knee length jean 
shorts. 

"Reba?!" I called out excitedly. 

"Joe?" she answered, her face grinning ear to ear. I 
welcomed her inside. 

"Oh, yeah, we ran into each other at the store 
yesterday and she said you guys had bumped into each 
other. I thought, she should you know, hang out with us 
today and you guys could catch up," Doug said, walking 
around the corner. 

"Awesome!" I said, very much excited that my long lost 
friend was here. I invited her inside and left her for 
a bit to meet up with some old friends, including 
Blonde Mary, her old childhood neighbor. 

A half hour passed and we had all broken up into 
separate dynamic groups buzzing around the house when 
the doorbell rang. Doug answered the door. It was Vicky 
and her friend Gabby, whom Doug had called a few nights 
previously. Doug and Vicky had a brief fling before he 
went to college. Although it didn't work out, they were 
still mildly interested in each other and felt like 
seeing where the day went. 

Just to be safe, Vicky had insisted that Gabby be 
involved as well, so that she'd have someone there to 
share the gossip of the day with. Gabby was rather 
boring, with barely an insightful thought in her brain. 
She had dull brown hair and was very skinny. She wore 
thick coke bottle glasses and cheap plastic sandals. 
She was known to be a real pothead, but single, so guys 
were always keeping her in the back of their heads. 

Finally, Kathy showed up. She called me on the cell 
phone, and asked me to meet her at the curb to help her 
start bringing things in. I announced her arrival, 
which was barely even noticed or considered by the 
crowd. Certainly not suspicious, even to Keri, whom I 
worried about the most. Satisfied this could work out, 
I went to the curb. 

"Hey sex bot," Kathy called out to me from the car. 

"Sex bot?" I said, slightly panicked that someone would 
hear. 

"Oh relax bitch," Kathy said. "Help me get all this 
stuff in the house." 

"Wow, you went nuts!" I said, impressed by the car full 
of not only cases of beer, but a few plastic containers 
holding 2 foot wide spreads of various meats, cheeses, 
and vegetables. 

"I wanted to show off a little," Kathy replied. 

"Evidently!" I exclaimed. We brought the food and beer 
into the house in three trips. A few people asked if 
they could help, but we managed on our own at our 
request. We set things up and got about 60 of the beers 
into ice, about 6 a person. We had enough for each 
person to have a little less than 10 each, which would 
be enough for an entire day of fun. 

Included in the vegetable platter was a center array of 
veggie dip. I tried some. Kathy grinned. 

"What?" I asked, smiling at the feast. 

"Good stuff isn't it? I got it downtown. I know the guy 
at the supermarket and he got it for me at a big 
discount. Like, you know, free." 

"Awesome deal... it's good to know people, huh?" I 
asked with a stupid goofy look on my face. 

"Hey, let's bring the food into the living room so 
everyone can snack on it," she suggested. I agreed, 
obviously, so we brought it in and set up a table in 
the middle of the room. Everyone started picking at the 
platter immediately. A few minutes later, the beer was 
chilled enough for the first one to be consumed. 
Everyone grabbed a different brand and cracked it open, 
while filtering out to the back yard. 

Doug had set up eight long folding lawn chairs. These 
were intended for the girls to sunbathe on. Up in his 
bedroom he had trained his web cam on that area of the 
backyard, zoomed in to maximum focus and taping to his 
hard drive. He was the only one that knew about this, 
and this was his entire intent to the party. As the 
girls started stripping their t-shirts off in various 
states of bashfulness, Doug felt his cock stir at the 
hours of good jerk off videos he was making for later. 

Lindsay, Michelle, and Donna were the first girls to 
shed their shirts, all proudly wearing vividly colored 
bikini tops. They spread the tanning cream around 
generously, and helped lather each other's hard to 
reach areas. Lindsay took her shorts off, and the other 
two followed suit. They were setting a precedent for 
the scene, as soon Blonde Mary and Reba had populated 
the other side of the pool, and then Keri and Shelly 
claimed a corner by the diving board with Lynn and 
Elizabeth. 

Frank was wandering around shirtless, and Tyler was 
busy flirting with Donna's little sister Dana, unaware 
she was a sophomore. Soon everyone had stripped down to 
a maximum of two pieces, and that was only a few of the 
girls who were more confident with their bodies. 
Everyone else wore a one piece, and the guys obviously 
had their trunks. Brunette Mary was the last to be 
lured out of her shirt and shorts, and she presented a 
lovely pale little tummy and nipples that poked almost 
obscenely through her top. Clearly she was excited. 

It had occurred to me that Kathy hadn't yet come 
outside. I looked back to the house, wondering where 
she was. Little did I know she was watching us all 
through the bathroom window, shamelessly fidgeting with 
her clitoris, horny beyond belief. 

As the beers were consumed with wild abandon, people 
started ending up in the pool. The girls looked even 
hotter with their hair all slicked back. I was laying 
on my belly, hiding a throbbing erection, when Keri 
came over and tried to get me up for a dip in the deep 
end. 

"Oh, I didn't realize you were stiff," she whispered in 
my ear. That didn't stop her, though, and as quickly as 
she could, she got me splashing down into the deep end. 
No one had noticed the tent I was casting except for 
her. Once in the pool, I didn't want to get out. 

She teased me, whispering in my ear what a lucky guy I 
was to have all these bikini clad schoolmates all 
frolicking around, drunk, on a sunny June day. I 
mumbled my agreement to her, not wanting to seem overly 
enthusiastic. 

My thoughts about Kathy were lost as my fifth beer was 
consumed. She was hiding in the house, and no one 
really remembered. An hour passed. 

"Hey guys, I don't mean to gross you out," Doug said 
without warning, which meant that he meant to offend, 
"but we've had about 50 beers in an hour and no one has 
had go pee yet. What's up with that?" All the girls 
squealed "ewww", but it was true; the pool was 
certainly a little tainted compared to when it started. 
But no one rushed out of the pool, and the "ewws" 
turned to giggles as a few girls made visible efforts 
to relieve themselves. Doug found himself in the 
shallow end during his realization with Vicky. 

"So, you got a bunch of drunk girls to piss in your 
pool. Feel satisfied?" Vicky teased Doug. 

"Not quite," Doug answered. Vicky giggled and wrapped 
her thighs around his right leg. Straining, she 
relieved her bladder against him and he felt the hot 
urine surrounding him. Vicky in turn felt a tightness 
rise up towards her crotch, and reached down for the 
offending mass. Doug's eyes rolled back in his head, as 
Vicky fished her hand up the leg of his trunks and 
grabbed his scrotum. Gabby noticed this and came over 
to them. 

"Holy shit, what are you doing Vicky?" Gabby asked, 
concerned her friend had lost her sense of control. 
Vicky grabbed Gabby's hand and put it on Doug's dick. 

"Feel that? That's what a horny boy feels like. Maybe 
we'll show you a little later, huh?" Vicky teased, and 
Gabby's face went flush from her first hand full of 
hard cock. 

I was down at the other end of the pool, arms 
suspending me against the wall of the pool, just as 
Keri was doing. We were drinking more beer with Shelly, 
Lynn and Elizabeth. The three had just emerged from the 
pool, and oblivious to their status, they sat there 
with 6 rock hard nipples all pointing out in the 
breeze. Keri pinched my ass underwater. 

"You'd like to see all of those stiff titties, wouldn't 
you, you pervert you?" Keri again whispered into my 
ear. 

"What did you say?" her sister asked. 

"Oh nothing," I said quickly. 

"Keri come on, tell me!" Shelly demanded. 

"I was just asking Joe what he thought of your 
nipples!" Keri said, shrieking when I went for her own 
nipples with my fingers. We bobbed underneath the 
water, expelling air in a massive giggling, before 
surfacing to Shelly holding her breasts with her hands, 
and an angry stare. 

All of a sudden I felt a flush come over me. Keri 
looked at me, concerned. 

"What's wrong?" she asked. 

"Nothing, I don't... think," I said, as my vision 
blurred out for a second. "Woozy, maybe I should get 
out for a few," I suggested. 

"Good idea, yeah," Keri agreed. 

We got out of the water and joined the three girls we 
were just teasing. As the quarter hour went on, 
everyone experienced a similar effect briefly, and 
then, as quickly as it came on, it passed. Even better, 
I felt great after that. 

Really great. 

Like, so great my cock had no issues sticking straight 
up in front of everyone. 

And no one made fun of it. 

Keri's eyes were lazy trailing over to it. When she 
identified my erection, she slid over to my chair and 
grabbed a hold of me. I laid back in the chair and 
started to rub her back with my right arm. She groaned 
a little. 

"Oh, that feels good," I admitted. Shelly watched on 
with a blank expression on her face as her sister 
continued to stroke me through my trunks. Slowly, her 
left hand worked its way underneath the front band and 
untied the string cord. Lynn and Elizabeth were gazing 
at me as well. I couldn't see anyone but Keri. Slowly I 
started to fumble with the tie on her bikini top. 
Around the same time she got my trunks untied, her top 
became lose. 

She slowly turned her head towards me and grinned. 
Arching my butt upwards slowly, she slid my trunks 
downward, catching my erection along the way. It 
snapped into my belly with a loud slap. The other three 
girls giggled a bit. I pulled Keri's top away from her, 
and her breasts fell out into the sun, flashing her 
three friends. Everyone was so peaceful all of a 
sudden. It was euphoric. 

Keri, upon realizing my naked penis, quickly bent over 
and took it into her mouth. This was just bizarre. 
Around us, Shelly, Lynn, and Elizabeth had moved 
closer, never before having seen the process other than 
on the Internet. My hand had moved over to Keri's 
crotch, and I was manipulating her clothed genitals 
well beyond their arousal. 

I motioned to her that I wanted to taste her, and she 
got on top of me in a 69 position. Down her bottoms 
came, and soon were drawing the attention of nearly 
everyone outside. 

Down at the other end of the pool, Doug too was now 
naked, enjoying the oral pleasure from not one, but two 
girls, Vicky and Gabby both. Vicky was the experienced 
girl between the two. She showed her friend how to 
approach the erect cock. Gabby took her first attempt 
at it, pleasing Doug deeply. Vicky joined back in, 
providing for a double sensation. Doug teetered on the 
edge of blowing his load early, waiting for the two 
friends to share their first accidental kiss. 

It wasn't long, as Vicky's tongue brushed Gabby's once, 
and again, and then their eyes fixed. His cock fell out 
of the equation briefly, as each girl inched closer 
together before locking lips. Doug began to stimulate 
himself as they explored each other for the first time. 
Under the water, Vicky's hands began to roam her 
friend, settling on Gabby's swollen mound. Doug's hands 
joined in, and soon they formed a symbiotic 
relationship of dick sucking and fingering. 

Tyler and Dana had gone inside, she being lured. Tyler 
made it seem like a plan to avoid the raunchy spectacle 
unfolding outside, but really he just wanted her alone. 
His plan worked out well, as they were soon sharing an 
upstairs bedroom with a closed door and giant comfy 
bed. They engaged in small talk before Tyler forced 
himself on Dana. She resisted a bit, but he was much 
larger and not aware his advances weren't wanted. Soon 
she was topless, holding his bare dick in her virgin 
hands. 

"Do you want to kiss it?" Tyler asked her, in between 
swabbing her tongue with his. 

"I... don't know," Dana said. Tyler wasn't hearing her 
in his induced state, and slowly pushed her back onto 
the bed. Holding her little arms down, he positioned 
the head of his dick in her mouth, and she retired to 
her fate. Tyler turned around so that she could 
approach his needy balls, and when she complied, he 
pried her bikini bottom from the clenched wedge of her 
buttocks. A thick bush surprised him, which he soon 
parted with his exploring tongue. 

Dana felt scared, working at the hairy sac dangling in 
front of her face. She felt an electric tingle as he 
worked his way within her, preparing her for her 
devirgining. Unattended, they shared an experience 
together behind the closed door, as Kathy listened 
through the wood panel, knuckle deep in her own 28 year 
old vagina. She felt an orgasm wash over her as Tyler 
had his way with young Dana, rolling in as he 
penetrated her tight pussy, and barely wearing off when 
she heard him pump his hot load deep within the pink 
folds of her barely grown up womb. 

Outside, Frank was being attacked by Michelle, Donna, 
and Lindsay. Like a porn star, he was working all 
three. Two were playing with his erect cock, and one 
was getting full oral service. Every few minutes they 
would switch, with a sad sigh as they got off his 
stubbly face. Frank felt his balls sweat in the hot 
June afternoon, as the sun was cresting overhead, 
marking mid day. 

Reba and the two Marys were mostly watching the entire 
event unfurl, most definitely aroused by the state 
things had taken. Blonde Mary excused herself, feeling 
an inert craving for hot cock, and barged in on Barbara 
and Dwight, up on the upper deck privately enjoying the 
show while mutually masturbating. 

Mary asked if she could give some oral service, and 
Barbara replied she could, if she gave it to both of 
them. Mary accepted her offer and started with Dwight's 
slimy dick, avoiding his orgasm by seconds, before 
moving to Barbara's swollen labia. Mary didn't weigh 
much in that she was going down on another girl. She 
felt only the need for sex course through her body. 

As the hour spanned on, everyone was getting sexed up. 
Due to the lack of boys, the girls were getting hornier 
and hornier, most approaching a level of accepting 
imminent bisexuality, shacking up with whoever looked 
willing. Lynn had already made her move on her friend 
Elizabeth, and Elizabeth was still considering it. 

Neither of them were yet enjoying the full genital 
action most of the others were. Ultimately, Elizabeth 
whispered into Lynn's ear that they could try it, but 
she wanted it to be private. Grinning like a fool, I 
gave Lynn a thumbs up as she and Elizabeth retired to 
the house in search of a private room. 

Their first lesbian encounter would be their last, 
sadly. 

The cutest lesbian couple so far was definitely Reba 
and Brunette Mary. The two girls, both so normally shy, 
was a sexually explicit debacle of shouting, swearing, 
and finger fucking. A dam had broken and both of the 
girls, one tall and blonde, one short and dark haired, 
were experiencing their sexual liberation, years of 
pent up lust, all in one fell swoop. The people closest 
to them were nearly bug-eyed at the commotion, as 
orgasms were released orally by each girl in turn. 

At the other end of the pool, Vicky had positioned 
Gabby's naked body against the short wall of the 
shallow end, and was on the deck above, residing above 
her back, facing down. She was holding her butt cheeks 
apart while Doug gave her a B+ quality rim job. 
Finally, Vicky reached down for his dick and guided the 
head to Gabby's virgin wall, and in a loss of control 
through his intense lust, Doug plowed his erection 
through Gabby's amazingly still intact hymen, dripping 
blood down into the pool. 

Instantly everyone felt another wave come over them, 
and felt a surge in primal lust. Doug could focus only 
on the blood dripping from Gabby's swollen gash, and 
his flared tip, over and over again penetrating her. 
Blood pooled into the water, dissipating around the 
20,000 gallons. 

Upstairs, the two forbidden couples, Tyler and Dana, 
and Lynn and Elizabeth, each at opposite ends of their 
encounters, felt the same wave of primal urge take them 
over. Tyler's cock sprang back to life, ready to give 
further abuse. Elizabeth's upper lip curled and she 
pushed her lifelong friend against the bed, literally 
ripping her top off. The passionate kissing they had 
been experiencing turned perverse, as their beautiful 
tender lovemaking turned to X-rated lipstick lesbian 
fucking. Craving only each other's hot flesh, 
milestones were bypassed in a chase for a quick orgasm. 
Mounds were nearly chewed on, as the two girls writhed 
against each other in a twisted desperate crave to cum. 

Shelly had already joined in my lovemaking with Keri. 
When the second wave hit us, it seemed the boundaries 
of incest were moot, as Keri herself sought out 
Shelly's stinky elastic twat, currently bouncing up and 
down the raw skin of my purple-turning penis. I felt my 
orgasm finally bubbling up to the top. Almost 
puncturing the flesh in Shelly's back, Keri noticed my 
balls pulling up towards Shelly's crotch, and she saw 
the streams of hot cum piping up the base of my rod 
into her twin sister's bright red pussy. 

Overcome my jealousy, Keri pushed her sister off me 
mid-orgasm, able to catch the fourth and fifth jets of 
my spray. Upon this collection, she was unsatisfied, 
and went straight for her sister's gape, sucking my 
fresh load from her between the pink folds of her 
deviginized fuck-hole. I was unable to go soft, 
watching over the crest of Shelly's sweaty tits the 
bobbing of my girlfriend's head on her sister's crotch, 
desperately sucking my man juice back into her body. 
Satisfied she had swallowed the last of my load, she 
got back on top of me for yet another ride. 
Unthreatened by the barriers crossed, Shelly 
reciprocated her curiosity to taste vagina, and not 
just her first, but also her sister's. 

On and on we recombined in different groups. Oblivious 
to our own succumbing to lust, we understood less and 
less modesty and empathy, and more and more only the 
need to orgasm and defile. 

Upstairs, from a private room, Kathy reveled in her 
most recent orgasm. She had lost count. 

"That veggie dip shit really works," she said to 
herself, partially satisfied with her trickery. "But 
I've had my fill of regular shit. Time to start fucking 
with their heads," she muttered as she exited the house 
and crossed the street to a large van she had waiting 
all day previously. 

Kathy somewhat secretly brought a few large boxes into 
the house, down into the basement. There was a large 
bulkhead on the side, and everyone was way too 
oversexed to noticed the loud banging she was imposing 
on herself by carrying such heavy equipment in 
solitude. 

She decided to wait, like a predator, as she felt it 
would be more satisfying to let fate tickle her with 
orgasm instead of her chasing it. 

As our energy wore down from the constant fucking, we 
were finding ourselves dehydrated and hungry. I left 
the twins outside, who then munched rug with Reba and 
Brunette Mary. I stumbled into the house, cracked open 
another beer, and noticed the basement door was open. I 
walked downstairs and enjoyed the cool air and darker 
light. Kathy was sitting on the couch, chatting with 
someone. 

"Hey Kathy, I forgot you were here! Where have you 
been? Things got sort of crazy." 

"Hey Joe, this is my friend, here, Frank." I looked 
around the corner under the stairs, where Frank was 
sitting, also dressed in his drunks. I grinned at him, 
fraternally sharing the wild experience from outside. 

"I didn't know you knew Frank!" I said, unaware that I 
didn't really want her knowing my friends. 

"Oh, Frank and I have known each other for a while. 
What's cute is that I didn't know you two knew each 
other." Kathy had an evil grin, almost like she was the 
Grinch who stole Christmas. 

"I didn't know you knew Kathy either," Frank offered. 
He had a worried look on his face. 

"So, this is interesting," Kathy said. I felt my legs 
wobble. 

"It would seem you both share something. You both have 
a little secret you keep with me." I looked at Frank, 
and we both swallowed hard. 

"What do you mean?" Frank asked, with his voice 
trembling. 

"You both know what I mean. The question is, what do I 
get to get out of this?" Kathy said, clasping her hands 
together. 

"I take it you want some pleasure... " I offered. 

"Oh, yes. Yes I do. And I am going to have it 
momentarily. Both of you stand up." Trained, we both 
complied instantly. She walked over to both of us. 
"Drop your drawers." We both dropped our swim trunks to 
the floor. "Kick them over there," she said, pointing 
to the side of the room. Again we complied. "Ok." Kathy 
walked back to the couch and sat down. She removed her 
shorts completely, leaving only her t-shirt. 

"Do you want us to --" I started, but she quickly cut 
me off. 

"You're not to speak unless I ask you something," she 
scolded. 

"Same for you," she said, pointing at Frank. We were 
both trembling, unsure of what she wanted. "Turn and 
face each other." 

I shivered. I didn't want to be there. 

"First one of you to get hard has gets it in the ass. 
If he's still hard when the other guy cums, he gets a 
blowjob." 

Frank and I stood in frozen horror. 

Slowly time pulsed. I could hear my heart in my ears. 
Both of us were beginning to stir. I looked at his 
thick hairy bush. He looked at mine. 

"Oh, it's going to happen, don't worry. One of you is 
going to be rock hard in a matter of seconds, I promise 
you that," Kathy declared. I had a bad feeling she was 
right. I watched Frank's cock starting to sway side to 
side. Slowly it tilted and began to stiffen. Soon it 
was chubby and wobbling with his heart beat. Fixed upon 
his stiffening cock, I was alarmed when Kathy announced 
suddenly "Ok". 

I looked at her. She looked at me. "Well, get to it," 
she said at us. I looked down at his semi rigid cock, 
and then down at my own, facing directly up at me. 

"Oh, oh no oh no... " I said over and over again. Frank 
turned me around and pushed me against the side of the 
couch Kathy was sitting on. He tried to be gentle. 
Fortunately he had enough precum to work his way in 
without hurting me. 

For only a few brief minutes, Frank worked on my ass 
with his swollen member. I felt the spurts deep in my 
rectum. 

"Oh, wow, I can't believe it. That was so hot. Ok 
Frank, let's see if Joe is still pointy. Yup, he is, 
sorry bud. Get that junk in your mouth boy!" Kathy said 
in sadistic glee. 

My blowjob was demoralizing. Not as much as being 
buttfucked by my friend, but when I painted a Got Milk 
campaign across his mouth, we couldn't look at each 
other again. 

Kathy planted a seed at that point in our heads. "You 
guys are never going to live that shit down. Sorry, 
but, that was really seriously gay. Hot, but gay. What 
are the girls going to think? What's Keri going to 
think, Joe, when she finds out you just fucked Frank? 
What's she going to say when she finds out you've been 
fucking me too? Or how I raped your ass in my bathtub?" 

I felt emotional pangs and wasn't sure if I wanted to 
cry, run away, or kill her. 

"You're going to tell Keri?" I asked, in a pleading 
tone. 

"I dunno, maybe, maybe not. You both have a fairly 
substantial secret to protect. And I'm bored with your 
plain vanilla fucking around. I want you to bring me a 
girl from outside, someone that you're going to play a 
game with for me. And I might consider sealing my 
lips." 

Frank and I looked at each other, uneasy despite our 
drugged state. Realizing it was us or someone else, we 
decided to find a player for Kathy's game, whatever it 
was. 

We shopped around the lawn for a while, chatting with 
spent lesbian couples now enjoying yet a third round of 
beer guzzling. Frank and I decided on Brunette Mary, 
laying alone in the summer sun. 

"Hey Mary, what's up?" we said to her. She was happy to 
see two naked men in front of her. She was really 
craving the attention by someone not female. 

"Hey guys, what's up?" she asked. We invited her inside 
for a drink, and she followed. 

"It's downstairs," I said, with a slight wobble in my 
voice. Neither Frank nor I had erections worked up. 
Mary was hoping she could get our attention. Down in 
the basement, we entered a further side room Kathy had 
escaped into, one with a door. We entered the room and 
closed the door discretely. Mary raised her eyebrow 
slightly as it seemed peculiar to her. 

"So who is this pretty young girl?" Kathy asked. 

"This is my friend Mary," I answered. Kathy smiled. 

"Hello Mary, pleased to meet you," she said, extending 
her hand. Mary met it and shook back. "Mary, we're 
going to play a game. It's fun." 

"Ok?" Mary asked. 

"Which of these two boys would you like to fuck you the 
most?" 

"Ummm," Mary pondered. 

"Answer quickly!" Kathy shouted. Mary shook, and 
blurted "Frank". 

"Ok. Frank, would you rather fuck me or Mary here?" 
Kathy asked, with a smirk on her face. 

"You," Frank answered, wisely. 

"Ok Frank, you win!" Kathy declared. Mary looked sad. 

"What does the winner get?" I asked. 

"This is one of those games where the winner doesn't 
get anything. It's what the loser gets," Kathy 
answered. 

"What do I get?" Mary asked. 

"You get to die!" Kathy felt a drip wash down her inner 
thigh. 

There was a long pause. Mary's eyes bulged. 

"Die?" she whispered. 

"Joe, you wanna take care of that?" Kathy said, 
uncaring in tone. My eyes bulged, too. 

". . . How?" was all I could muster. My knees were 
weak. 

"Well I'm glad you asked that, because that's a really 
fun part of the game, figuring that out. Now, Mary, I 
take it you've had a cock up inside you today, right?" 
Kathy asked. 

"No... so do I still have to die?" she sobbed, tears 
rolling down her cheeks. 

"Oh I'm sorry honey. But you see I'm really bored and I 
went to a lot of trouble to drug 20 odd of you stupid 
high school kids and get all this shit down in the 
basement of a house I don't even know, just so I can 
crank out a few decent orgasms. So I'm sorry, but yes, 
you still have to die. A lot of you are going to die 
tonight. That's a perk to being at the top of the food 
chain," Kathy boasted, an allusion to her control over 
Frank and myself, and who know how many countless 
others. 

"Oh." was all Mary could say. She seemed weak and 
feeble compared to the brashness Kathy exuded. 

"Well, seeing that you haven't had any cock yet, or is 
that ever, Mary?" 

"Ever... " 

"Oh well certainly, ever, you HAVE to try it at least 
once before you cash in your chips. Joe, you need to 
pop that shit before you break it." Her way with words 
was nothing less than eloquent. 

And so I began the sharp turn down a slippery slope, a 
hill that slid my soul down into the depths of hell, as 
I could not hold my penis back, watching it squirm its 
way upwards as it had done just earlier, except now 
instead of betraying my ass, my own body, it was to 
sacrifice a girl I only casually knew. Kathy sighed a 
breath of satisfaction as my cock abutted Mary's pale 
fleshy body, lit in the stark contrast of the 
fluorescent shop lights overhead. 

Frank watched as I committed to act Kathy's ultimate 
plan for us, as I slid my penis into the soft crevice 
and gave a push. She had already been so worked over by 
Reba that she didn't have the pressure I was expecting 
against me; instead of teen pussy merely gobbled my 
cock up, sucking it with wanton puffs of vacuumed lust. 

As I worked over her, her tears feel freely from her 
face onto the counter upon which she was balanced. I 
felt my balls tighten and release, but barely any seed 
was left after the plastering I had given Frank. It 
would take me at least a few hours to gain an 
appreciable load. With that, I grimaced as the orgasm 
was not entirely pleasurable.

Kathy wanted me to be creative with my dispatching of 
young Mary. She certainly had her own methods queued 
for later, but this was just appetizers for her and she 
wanted someone else to do the cooking right now. I 
wanted it to be as easy as possible for Mary. 

I found a lead pipe and picked it up. Swinging it 
around, Kathy advised me. 

"Oh no, that's too easy," she said. 

I had a moment of clarity, realizing I was going to 
murder a friend to keep a secret from a woman I was 
pretty sure to be insane. Kathy looked at me with 
questioning eyes. She had some effect on me, and soon I 
was confused again. 

"Remember Joe, just do a few things for me and Keri 
never finds out the nasty truth. She'll never know you 
can't keep it in your pants. I just need to be 
satisfied." Kathy started looking around the room. Her 
eyes spotted a spool of 16 gauge wire. "I'm going to 
give you a hand to get started, ok?" I nodded my head. 

Kathy then snipped 6 feet of wire from the spool with 
some tin snips laying on the shelf. She handed it to 
me. My cock was still inside Mary's wet vagina, and it 
started to grow again as I visualized what I was to do. 
Mary began to squirm and panic.

"Do it now Joe!" Kathy screamed at me angrily. Mary 
started to break away, and I held her tight. A wicked 
smile came over my face and I wrapped the wire around 
my hands several times. Grabbing her by the upper arms, 
I held her back against the countertop, cock thick 
inside of her, grinding away at the freshly lubed 
pussy. Frank looked away as I brought the wire up 
around her throat. She cried out for her mom out of 
instinct as I leaned into her. Her ass clenched and her 
entire body began to shake uncontrollably. 

It was the best feeling I had on my cock all day. Now 
overcome with a new lust, I sawed the wire back and 
forth as hard as I could. Eyes clenched shut with the 
effort, I fucked at her backside over and over again, 
feeling the tight walls thrashing against my penis. I 
felt the warmth flooding down the front and dripping up 
under my balls, against my taint. I couldn't hear Mary 
crying out anymore, and all of a sudden, I tripped 
backwards. I landed on the dirty cement floor, with 
Mary's decapitated body on top of me, squirting blood 
against the side of the wall. 

Her head had traveled down with me, and when I landed, 
it rolled to the side of our bodies, her eyes sad. I 
was mortified as they slowly tracked up and to the 
right, meeting my eyes for a brief moment before 
dilating out of focus. I felt a new energy surging 
within me, and continued pumping at the fresh headless 
corpse atop me. 

Kathy had to insist that Frank join me. He was freaked 
out beyond belief, but when he met his crotch with that 
of the dead girl's and my own, he too betrayed his own 
sense of decency when he sprang back to life. Kathy 
told us to double penetrate the body, which wouldn't be 
an issue, she was sure. 

While the two of us were rocking back and forth in the 
cooling mass of flesh, the blood stopped flowing and 
her bladder let go, covering our junk with hot piss. 
Kathy snickered, and bent over to pick up the head. It 
was obscene even to us, fucking a headless corpse of a 
virgin teenaged girl, that Kathy was brave enough to 
rub the cold face against her labia in an effort to 
induce yet another orgasm. 

I was unable to cum, as hard as I tried. Frank however 
did finish, and slid out. I should have lied when Kathy 
asked me if I once again climaxed. 

"I just don't have any left," I admitted to her. 

"Then you're not stimulated enough. Go find another 
girl and we're doing this again," Kathy demanded. I was 
numb. Blindly, Frank and I walked upstairs to the 
bathroom and quickly showered, taking turns. We walked 
back into the lawn and most of the girls were dozing. 

"Fuck this, you pick," I told Frank. Frank grinned. 

"Hey Keri!" Frank shouted. Keri poked her head up from 
her nude slumber in a drunken haze. I punched Frank in 
the shoulder. 

"Ok man fine I'll pick," I gave in. "How about Gabby? 
She could use some more male attention, I bet." Sure 
enough, Gabby was following us into the house. I felt 
like such a piece of shit. If I had been any more clear 
headed, I would have killed myself instead before any 
of this had happened. But now I had already killed one 
girl, and another didn't seem like as much of a deal to 
me. 

Gabby was lured into the same room. Kathy had covered 
Mary's body with a tarp. 

"Did someone piss their pants?" Gabby asked, sniffing 
the air. 

"Oh shit, I forgot about that," Kathy realized, and we 
all stared blankly down at the floor. Gabby saw the 
corner of Mary's foot sticking out from the tarp. 

"Holy shit what the fuck is going--" Kathy muted Gabby 
with a clang to the head by a metal shovel. Frank and 
I, neither particularly fans of the stupid, annoying 
Gabby, in the ridiculousness of the moment, had to 
stifle mild laughter. Gabby was still awake when she 
hit the floor, but Kathy's attack was two fold. Right 
where she landed, the shovel was coming down in a 
sloppy maneuver that ended up piercing through her 
belly. Gabby grunted and tried to double over. 

"What the FUCK is WRONG with you guys?!" she sobbed.

A red flap opened up in her torso and started bleeding 
massively. Kathy ordered us onto the floor with her. 

"You guys grab this cut and see how far open you can 
get it," Kathy directed. We complied out of misery. 
Gabby was convulsing. "Hurry, she doesn't have much 
time," Kathy rushed. 

"Time for what?!" I asked, ludicrous. 

"This!" Kathy answered, pulling Gabby's intestines out 
of her belly and up into the air. Gabby gasped, not 
from the pain but from seeing this shocking visual 
scene. Kathy threw them onto Gabby's chest. "Oh, 
fucking die already. This was a cluster fuck. I'm sorry 
guys, I messed this one up. Ok, we're going to play a 
real game now." Gabby died out of the scope of our 
attention, as we listened to Kathy's plan. 

"Here's the deal. In about another hour you guys are 
all going to be so fucked up you don't give a shit 
about anything, and will listen to just about 
everything I say, cause I'm going to be the only one 
making sense. Around then, I'm going to go outside and 
we're going to start having a real good time. Sound 
good?" Frank and I nodded slowly. 

We cleaned up after the Gabby thing. Kathy had her 
first three-way in the shower with Frank and me during 
the hour we were waiting. More shells of humans than 
humans, we blindly followed her every whim. We double 
penetrated her. We took turns ass fucking her and pussy 
fucking her at the same time. She passed the middle 
position to Frank, and let me have revenge on his 
shapely ass. Then I was in the middle again. Back and 
forth, in a haze of monotonous fucking. For the first 
time I realized I was actually getting sick of all the 
sex. It was an ironic perversion that I had gone from 
desperately wanting it all the time, to now wishing its 
avoidance. 

We emerged from the shower a half hour later, now a 
full hour into our wait, and Kathy was ready for 
carnage. People were starving, but no one was motivated 
enough to cook. 

"What's that girl's name?" Kathy asked me. 

"That's Keri," I answered. 

"Oh. Ok, we can't do that, hrmm, how about that one?" 
She pointed at Lindsay. 

"That's Lindsay. She's a slut." 

"You guys must be getting hungry." Kathy was pure evil. 
She walked up onto the deck so that everyone could hear 
her. 

"Hey, is everyone starving or what?" Everyone cheered. 
"Time for some meat!" Kathy yelled. Again everyone 
cheered. "And we're going to eat Lindsay!" Without a 
hitch, everyone cheered for a third time. I was just as 
brainwashed as the rest of everyone. 

To make a gruesome story a little shorter, Lindsay's 
body was delicious. Coupled with any of the 8 half used 
bottles of BBQ sauces inside the house, we tore into 
her naked flesh with our bare teeth, chewing her raw 
skin apart. She had been tied to the picnic table in 
the corner of the private lawn. It was unfortunate that 
it took her so long to die, as everyone wanted a fresh 
piece of her. 

If we had all started in the same spot, she would have 
died with a little more dignity. Instead, she spasmed 
in writing agonizing pain, as human teeth were made for 
ripping, not cutting. It turned into a blood orgy once 
someone split her head open. Feeding brains to a crowd 
of naked drugged high school kids is as close as you 
will get to full blown zombies. 

Kathy was having the time of her life. 

After dinner, the 16 of us left were divided into two 
groups. We later found out that these groups were 
teams. Kathy, the ringleader, didn't have a team, 
because she was in charge. After the free meal, she was 
in charge of everyone.

After an hour of mindless setup, Kathy had instructed 
the guys on how to release her equipment into the pool. 
It was a horrible death trap. She remembered my topics 
with Lynn and decided to give us a summer to remember. 
She had stocked the Olympic sized pool with a giant 
python, which could swim a little slower than a human. 

It had no issues breathing underwater, and as far as 
Kathy had been told at the same shop she got the 
delicious veggie dip from earlier, the snake could eat 
about four people before slowing down. Kathy had asked 
for a really hungry one, and with a grin the shopkeeper 
gave her the hungriest one of all. He told her she 
could get a 100% rebate with enough digicam photos. 
Stifling a smirk, she told the keeper simply that she'd 
have to see. 

In an obscene version of American Gladiator made for 
someone's version of Hell in the Back Yard, we erected 
a log over the pool. Kathy told us that each team was 
going to battle, one on one, over the log. We'd take 
swings at each other using some dumb foam tubes Doug 
had as pool toys. Whoever lost the match was probably 
snake food. There was a small chance that the loser 
could make it out of the pool before the snake, but it 
wasn't worth planning on. 

Kathy informed us that we wouldn't be going in order. 
She would flip some dice she got inside to determine 
who from each team would battle. Because of this, no 
one would know who was next, and after you won a match, 
you could be right back on the log for the next one.  
Kathy told us we had to play for four rounds.

The teams were as follows: 

Team A: Joe, Shelly, Lynn, Mary, Dwight, Vicky, 
Michelle, Reba. 

Team B: Frank, Keri, Elizabeth, Barbara, Donna, Dana, 
Doug, Tyler. 

In the back of my bloodlust filled head, it occurred to 
me that I might have to fight Keri. Or that Keri might 
have to fight anyone. A dim sort of panic was muted 
over as my craving to see my friends horribly devoured 
brought my cock upright. The other guys were just as 
excited. Most of the girls were visibly aroused as 
well, and Kathy herself was no exception. She took a 
special spot, sitting on the edge of the diving board, 
with the dice between her naked legs. 

Our fates were at the mercy of a few pieces of plastic 
falling. 

(Editor's Note: These matches will be truly randomized 
using the appropriate sided dice. The people called are 
random and the outcomes are random. 50/50 odds if same 
gender, else guys have a 60/40 advantage due to size. 
Girls have a 20% chance of escaping the pool if they 
fall in, and guys have a 10%) 

Kathy grabbed the first die. 

"Ok, Team A, I'm calling out the first contestant!" She 
flipped the die into the air and it landed. "Shelly!" 

"Fuck!" Shelly yelled, having been cast as the first to 
battle. We all waited with baited breath to see who she 
would be fighting against. 

"Ok, and you are going up against... Frank!" Frank gave 
Kathy a glare. "Sorry kid!" she yelled out to him. 

Slowly the two warriors picked up their pink or yellow 
foam floater sticks, each 6 feet fall and 4 inches in 
diameter, slightly rigid but not entirely so. They were 
to assume a position 4 feet apart until Kathy gave the 
word to fight. 

"Fight!" Kathy yelled out. Instantly the two naked 
bodies began to thrash at each other. Shelly was 
vicious, not keen on falling into the water, and she 
understood the heat pouring from her wet vagina was the 
lust she shared to see carnival vore performed on the 
naked boy, obscenely wagging at the crotch through 
dodge and duck. Frank was no lethargic kid. Athletic, 
he was definitely the most well developed guy on the 
lawn. 

Unfortunately for him, Shelly got lucky and tried to 
stab his foot, on which he stepped and slipped. Falling 
backwards into the pool, he made a large splash and the 
snake began to seek him out directly. Coming up to the 
water, Frank flailed with his arms, looking for the 
ladder. Alas, it was not meant to be. Perched on the 
diving board, Kathy had the best view, but 15 others 
watched in erotic horror as the snake quickly devoured 
Frank's body, legs first. 

He was brought to the deep end of the pool. The snake 
made quick work of him, and after a half minute was 
halfway up his torso. Bubbles flew out of his mouth as 
the snake compressed his young body, and in one giant 
gulp, the rest of his body, arms last, were sucked deep 
within the belly of the snake. And with that, Frank was 
gone. 

Everyone took a few minutes to exclaim their thrill. 
Kathy was quick to resume the session, however. 

"Ok kids. Team A. Let's have," as she dropped the die, 
"Joe!" 

My heart skipped a beat and a half. I swallowed hard. 
Really hard. I looked over at Keri. Her jaw was 
dropped, and our connection was real and true once 
more. "Tyler!" 

We took our spots. I was shaking badly. Keri was 
watching from the side of the pool, more scared than 
horny at this particular match. It was a quick match. 

I went straight for his face. On the first thrust, I 
knocked him square in the mouth. Dazed, he started to 
swagger backwards, and I was relentless. I brought the 
foam around full force into his upper torso, knocking 
him straight into the pool. He landed next to the 
ladder. But he was very dazed. He was fucked. 

In an almost perfect replay of the first round, the 
snake grabbed Tyler and brought him down to the bottom 
of the pool. Even more quickly he let go of his air, 
and more slowly he was consumed. He started to drown a 
little before the snake made a snack of his head, and 
for a few minutes, his arms floated, spasming, before 
being withdrawn. Keri gave me a very relieved look. 

I carefully climbed off the log and waited for the next 
two matches. I couldn't wait for this game to be over, 
exciting as it was. 

"Vicky!" Kathy yelled. Vicky took her spot, cocky that 
she was both a strong woman and an excellent swimmer. 
"Elizabeth!" The two girls met on the log. I felt a 
tingle in my balls as I realized there would definitely 
be some girl squirming in a few short moments. 

The two fought; Vicky was aggressive, but Elizabeth, 
being a bit plump, had a good technique going for her 
defense. She would crouch down low, and attempt to 
absorb the attacks. Vicky began to get tired, and 
started leaving some good opportunities for Elizabeth 
to make her move. She wasn't taking them, 
unfortunately. Lynn was shrieking at her to get busy. 

"Elizabeth, knock her into the pool! She's slowing 
down! Do it! Get up!" Lynn begged and pleaded. Vicky 
used this energy against her to volley one giant swipe 
at Elizabeth's head, and knocked her into the pool. She 
caught onto the log and dangled from it, up just below 
her full sized breasts, flopping back and forth as she 
attempted to climb back up. Vicky would have no such 
thing, however. 

"Sorry to be a bitch," Vicky conceded, and stepped on 
the chubby girl's hands. Giving a quiet chirp, 
Elizabeth fell into the pool with a small splash. The 
snake took notice of the ample meal. Deep within its 
belly, the two naked boys were awash in an acid pit of 
hot slippery stink. Frank was gone, and Tyler was 
fading quickly as he felt the snake move for its next 
victim. 

Elizabeth wasn't fast enough to make it to the ladder 
in time, in fact she was so slow getting there that the 
snake attacked her head-first. Thrashing in the water, 
she tried vainly to push the snake off her with her 
desperate arms, but the snake was dedicated to the 
task. Not feeling the energy to drag her all the way to 
the bottom like before, the snake took a long time 
getting her wide sloped shoulders into its mouth, 
working her back and forth, back and forth. 

Elizabeth's muffled screams had Lynn in a dizzy 
disarray, and I had a few times during the match needed 
to physically restrain her from helping her losing 
friend. As the minutes moved on, Elizabeth slowly 
suffocated, and a stream of hot piss leaked from her 
abused crotch. Lynn saw this signal and new her lover 
was lost forever. She turned and faced me, eyes bright 
red and bloodshot, as she lost the one love of the rest 
of her life. 

Kathy applauded the performance. 

"Ok people, this snake can eat one more of you sad 
fucks. Let's see who's gonna get it!" She was playing 
to our fears, and doing it well. Lynn remained clenched 
to me as Kathy called out our team's next possible 
victim. Our team was doing very well, not having lost a 
single member of our eight, while the other time was 
down to a paltry five. Keri was one fifth of that small 
number and it made me very uneasy. 

Kathy called out the first person. 

"Shelly! You lucky girl you!" Kathy cheered with morbid 
glee. Shelly swore out loud yet again. "And you will be 
battling... Barbara!" 

Shelly was not happy with her luck. While Elizabeth was 
a plump girl, Barbara was basically fat. She looked at 
her boyfriend with determination. Given her mass, 
Shelly's strategy turned to her excellent swimming 
abilities. 

Amazingly, Shelly won that match as well. After a drawn 
out smack-fest of wet foam paddles, Shelly managed to 
get the large girl into the pool. Again, Barbara was 
unable to make it to the ladder in time. The snake 
approached her, but, this time, already three full, the 
snake realized it didn't have the ability to swallow 
the young fat female, and let her go. Amazed, everyone 
watched Barbara wallow to the side of the pool and walk 
up the ladder. Kathy herself was shocked. 

"Holy shit," was all she could remark. Everyone stood 
around uncomfortably. "Well, let's keep playing," she 
announced. 

"Bullshit!" Shelly screamed at her, "you said four 
rounds!" Kathy shook her head.

"No, you stupid bitch, I said four people got eaten!" 
Kathy retorted. No one could remember back clearly 
enough to her original words, and everyone resigned to 
yet another round. "Dwight, you're up." 

Dwight was Barbara's boyfriend. Barbara, now upset that 
her boy was on the line, was outraged as well. The rest 
of us, however, were OK as Dwight was generally 
unlikable on the whole. Quiet, dorky as hell, and in 
need of a good life lesson, like dying. 

"Keri!" Kathy yelled out. My heart sank into my belly. 
Our eyes met, and she slowly approached the log. 

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit," I said to myself, Lynn still 
hugging me from her own loss. 

"It's ok Joe... she's a good swimmer. Maybe she'll even 
win," was all Lynn could offer. 

"Ok losers, get ready to battle for your simple little 
lives," Kathy yelled, with her fingers deep in her own 
vagina. She was on the brink of yet another orgasm. 
"Battle!" 

Their clubs met. Dwight definitely had the advantage 
with his tall height. Keri was taking a beating. There 
were cheers and sneers from both sides. Dwight 
connected a particularly good blow, scraping Keri 
across her tits and stinging them. She winced from the 
pain and stepped backwards. Dwight took advantage and 
clubbed her one more time. The bastard went for her 
face and connected. Plunk, Keri was submerged. 

"Oh shit!" Keri thought to herself. Opening her eyes, 
she saw the snake about 8 feet from her and moving in. 
She knew where the ladder was and scrambled for it. 

I was absolutely distraught. Lynn was holding onto my 
gently. Each second felt like a year. 

Keri made it to the ladder! 

She got both of her arms onto it and was moving for her 
first leg WHEN THE SNAKE RAMMED HER at full speed, 
embedding itself up to her knees. Keri shrieked. The 
snake had room for one more of her size.

Holding on as tightly as possible to the rails, Keri 
tried to walk her way up the sides by shifting her 
weight back and forth, but the snake's mass with three 
people waiting for her inside was too much for her to 
have an effect. In desperate grasps for more meat, the 
snake wiggled back and forth up Keri's body. I watched 
in mute horror as the snake made its way up the back of 
her sexy tanned legs, before flaring a bit to 
accommodate her wide child bearing hips. 

As it brought its beak over the cusp of her jiggling 
ass cheeks, Keri knew her fate was sealed. Still, she 
refused to let go. The snake was getting angry at her 
defiance, and get a mighty lateral twist. The poor 
teenager let go of the rails with her left arm, 
flipping her over for a final view of her lover and her 
friends. Her sister watched on from my left with a grin 
on her face. 

"Looks like I'll be second best to no one now," she 
said with a mean huff. 

Keri watched as the snake pressed upward, over her pale 
tummy, the funnel of her feminine curves, and finally 
up to the bottom of her small white tits. She could 
feel the slime of the snake's stomach warming her toes. 

The snake probed its tongue outwards, searching for the 
annoying place its meal was still connected. It slid 
between the crack of her ass, causing her a morbid 
pleasure that caused her grip to weaken. She let go. 

In an instant she slid forward quickly, past her supple 
pink nipples and freshly shaven armpits, to her neck. 
The snake didn't submerge itself, and floated on the 
top of the water, slowly working the rest of her in. 
Keri felt hair against her calves and knew it was 
Elizabeth's long brown locks matted in an acid bath 
waiting for her too. As she tilted her head back, she 
sucked in her belly and muscles, stripped of her 
dignity as a human being, and committed herself to 
hell. In an instant, only her pigtail and lower arms 
were exposed, and the snake closed its mouth as tightly 
as it could, slurping the rest of her in like the final 
bite of spaghetti. 

Lynn and I met each other with teary eyes. 

Kathy clapped again after a few moments of ecstatic 
glee. With wobbled legs, she stood on the diving board, 
nearly losing her balance, and announced that the game 
was complete. 

She decided that she wasn't going to get a high any 
better than killing my mate off, and let the rest of us 
live. We would have blindly done anything she 
requested, but she was satisfied, completely and 
entirely destroying me. 

(Editor's note: Had Keri not been selected, the games 
would have continued in another form. Too bad she lost, 
huh!) 

Four hours later our chemically induced state was 
starting to wear off, and an uncomfortable ease came 
over our crowd. The feral lust for raw human flesh was 
gone, and sharply thereafter, even a sense of decency 
was returning to us. It was dark outside, and we were 
all in the living room and kitchen areas, redressing 
after a long queue for the shower. 

Donna and Michelle were getting ready to leave when 
their car didn't start. They lingered around for a bit 
with Dana, who was strangely quiet. No one knew of the 
force Tyler had applied to her earlier, and although 
she would recover due to watching her attacker die a 
horrible honor-less death, she was still quiet and 
reflective of her experience. 

Shelly offered rides home, and Lynn went with her. Lynn 
promised me that we would help each other out through 
the bad times. I felt more connected to her than ever, 
in desperate need of someone who could understand what 
I had gone through. 

Blonde Mary and Reba walked back to their places, 
shell-shocked. They would recover from their ludicrous 
weekend over the weeks, and find a new sense of 
satisfaction due to newly extroverted approaches in 
life. It was possibly one of the best things to happen 
to them. 

Vicky and Doug were quiet. Doug would relent the lack 
of double mouthed blow jobs and daisy chained 69ing, 
but would recover quickly the next night when they 
began to role play in mock of the night we all shared 
together. 

Barbara and Dwight went home together, happy that they 
had each survived the day and both turned into 
assholes, cocky and full of themselves. 

With Tyler and Lindsay both dead, no one would stop to 
remember them. 

Brunette Mary would be missed, but it was left publicly 
that Frank had caused the two deaths in the basement. 
We fed the remains to the snake, which it did a poor 
job of hiding. Uncaring, we simply left the mess in the 
pool for whatever creatures desired it. 

(Editor's suggestion – Now would be a great time to get 
your final orgasm for this story on the brink)

Around midnight it was finally it was time to go. Doug 
and Vicky remained at the house. Kathy gave a ride to 
me, and Michelle, Donna, and Dana tagged along, as they 
were all going to the same house and it was on the way. 
Things were rather uncomfortable in the car ride, of 
course. 

"So, did you guys have fun today?" Kathy asked. The 
mopey crowd was bleak to respond. 

Kathy turned around from the drivers seat to ask us 
directly. I was sitting behind her. Michelle was 
sitting in the middle, and Dana was on the right. Donna 
was turned around via the window side of the car to 
solicit our reactions as well. 

It was unfortunate for us that Kathy, while demanding 
our forced admission of satisfaction, drove her car 
straight into a giant tree. 

It was further unfortunate that none of us were wearing 
seatbelts. 

Over the next quarter of a second, Donna was forced up 
against the side of the window frame. Her torso was 
ripped off at the belly and her upper half was 
launched, failing wildly, off into the woods, smashing 
into a tree and splitting her head into two even 
clumps. When she landed, her eyes were smashed, staring 
blankly into space as the white and red clots of her 
brain leaked down her split face into a pool in her 
neck. 

During that same second, Michelle was launched between 
the two front seats and shattered through the 
windshield. Her pretty face was shorn backwards, 
tearing her jawbone down and her skull up, splitting 
the neck wide open. She was dead before the rest of her 
body was ejected behind her, and when it hit the tree 
in front of the car, it was with such great force that 
each left and right side of her limbs were detached, 
flying wildly off into the ferns. Her torso and head 
shattered the bark off the tree, splattering with a 
giant red splotch. 

Kathy, through the giant steering wheel, was destroyed 
not unlike a giant block of cheese being pressed 
through a shredder. It absorbed enough of the force 
that, when her head hit the windshield, slightly before 
Michelle's, it only smashed the glass. The center spoke 
of the wheel crushed into her body, right between her 
two slightly sagging tits, and tore her heart out 
through the back of her body. Slumped over the steering 
wheel, she didn't have enough time to revel in her own 
personal disaster. She died a moment later. 

Dana and I had both smashed into the back side of the 
front seats. As the car decelerated in the next half 
second while compressing into half its length, the rest 
of Kathy's body was consumed into a pulpish strain of 
wet pink and bones. The car tilted on its axis to its 
side and rolled over, landing on its roof. 

After a few moments, I came to, with a sharp pain in my 
chest. I realized that the outside window post was 
directly over my chest, and the car was slowly 
asphyxiating me. Across from me was Dana, now topless 
from the intense force of the crash. Her body was 
inside the car, laying on the roof. 

"Dana," I tried to call out, wheezing. Fuck that, I 
thought to myself, as the pain was unbearable. She 
heard my one cry out to her, and slowly lifted her 
head. 

"What... happened?" She said, looking at me with wide 
doe eyes. "I can't move my legs," she said, suddenly 
becoming very afraid. 

I wasn't going to make any more words. My vision was 
very blurry, but I could see her struggling against the 
car. 

A small fire erupted near the front console, and the 
car's electrical system started going haywire. 

I was helpless to do anything but watch the view, as 
the young half naked girl, covered in superficial cuts, 
started shrieking at the top of her lungs. The window 
above her was starting to close! 

As I watched her panic, the window came all the way 
down to her neck. Her bare feet flexed briefly as I 
heard a mechanical whirring, an electric struggle to do 
all it knew how to do -- close. After a few seconds of 
whirring, her shrieking turned to gurgling. I felt my 
cock for one last time stiffen. The car was having an 
effect on me as well. My vision was going dark. Time 
was losing meaning once again. 

Dana's head rolling backwards was the last vision I saw 
as her legs began to spasm wildly and the window 
closed.. As the car crushed the air out of my body, 
like hanged men for so many generations have done 
before, I spilled my seed in one last desperate attempt 
to reproduce. My vision went black, and I died. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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