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(MMm, underage, nc, rp, v, oral, anal, bd, ws, cd) *** It was the end of my college sophomore year in late Spring, 1974. I was 20 years old and my sex life was a pornographic dream come true. I was fucking a couple of different girls; had had orgies with a few more; and had gotten fucked up the ass and done other perverted things with several different men. I loved it all... After I got back to school, Janie and I fucked that night, making me the kingliest stud I could imagine. I did not tell Janie about any of my other sexual adventures - she thought it was just her and I. However, the next day, Dara wanted to fuck me again; Dara wanted me to model with her; Dara wanted a lot of shit. And, I didn't want her. Even though the sex was incredible, she and Karla scared me a little bit and I didn't need her for sex.. In spite of being totally delirious with their fucked up sex, to the point that it made me hard just to think about it, I remembered the pain and her weird domination a little too vividly. I didn't really feel safe with Dara. She was my age, a girl, and I didn't want her to be in control of my sex. Now that I could fuck anyone I wanted, I figured - Fuck her. Plus, there was only two weeks of school left. Fuck her. Well - that pissed her off. She was a chick who wanted to be in control; who wanted to be desired; and who was definitely used to getting her own way. Within a day, she ended telling everyone how she got her shaved cunt and how I like to be tied up and fucked. Janie found out. And, that pissed Janie off. Through explanations, pleading and reason, I managed to keep our relationship options open, but our sex life stopped. She basically told me that she was taking time off from us for final exams and the summer and that we would see what would happen the following year. It was a really shitty way to end the year and suddenly, I was at ground zero again. King Stud to nothing in a couple of days. It was incredibly depressing. Then, Mr. Sanders looked me up... He left a message in the dorm for me to call him so, I did. What the fuck; why not? He told me he had someone he wanted me to meet and that I needed to free my calendar on the last Saturday afternoon of the school year... Greed, resentment, horniness, and why the fuck not... got the better of me and I agreed, prepared for almost anything. My instructions were to wear only shorts and a t-shirt and nothing else. Saturday afternoon came - I took off my clothes in my dorm room; got really, really stoned, stroking myself and imagining Mr. Sanders making me do his little wacko things and then, wearing no underwear, I put on some ragged old gym shorts and a t-shirt. When I got to his hotel room (which was college owned, abutting the college owned golf course), Mr. Sanders was as pleased as a kid with a new toy. He greeted me at the door by grasping my face with his hands and kissing me deeply. His tongue shoved its way into my mouth and he began licking and caressing my young body. "Oh my beautiful, darling boy," he gushed, his hands roving down to my crotch and squeezing my already stiff rod, "you are so good to come and meet your daddy's friends... Let me see how you look." He took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom, touching me and telling me how wonderful it was that I came back to see him. "And you dressed just like I asked you to..." he remarked. "You are such a good boy. Now... just stand there..." He reached out and grasped my nipples through my t-shirt and squeezed... "OHhhhhh," I moaned at his dominating control of the situation. I was such a slut. As he twisted my nipples painfully, he smiled as he watched my face - my mouth dropping open in submissive lust and my knees buckling under me. My cock was throbbing hard. As usual, I was stoned out of my mind and that itself was an erotic high. Being his boy toy made me hot. I reached down and caressed his crotch through his pants. "Oooo, not yet, son" he said. He let go of my nipples and moved my hands away. Then grabbing the collar of my t-shirt, he pulled, hard. For an old guy, Mr. Sanders was pretty strong. First, the collar bit painfully into my neck, and then the material gave way and he ripped it right down my front. I stood there in dazed submission, my prick getting even harder as he unzipped my shorts and ripped the crotch out. I fell against him, my clothes suddenly in rags, my half naked body seeking protection under my daddy's punishing hand. "Oh, yes, my boy," murmured Mr. Sanders as he grabbed my now exposed balls and an exposed chest nipple and squeezed again. "UUnnnn," I moaned rubbing against his body, kissing his neck as he administered his pleasure punishment to my sensitive flesh. "Now, we have to go to the bathroom," said Mr. Sanders as he slid his hand down inside the back of my loosely hanging, torn shorts and grabbed a naked ass cheek, roughly propelling me to the bathroom. "Kneel down in the tub, Greggy," said Mr. Sanders, smiling to beat the band Of course. I stepped into the tub and knelt down, my steel hard, hairless dick poking out in front of me from the ruin of my shorts, exposed to his longing gaze. "Oh," he breathed, opening his zipper and pulling out his impressive sized cock. "You kept yourself smooth for Daddy. You're such a good boy." He stood over me, smiling, his soft cock pointed at mine and I waited for the inevitable. It wasn't long. His yellow pee arced out over me and began to splash my stiff member and soak my groin. He directed his flow up my stomach and naked chest, soaking my ripped t-shirt... "Open your mouth, son," he directed. I sighed and closed my eyes, opening my mouth, feeling his hot waste bathe my chin and squirt directly between my open lips, then saturating my whole face, soaking my long red hair. "Take off your things and come in to the bedroom," said Mr. Sanders when he was done. I did as he asked, leaving my piss soaked rags in the tub and when I got into the bedroom, he was finishing stripping himself, his large cock almost fully hard. "Lay down," he commanded, pushing me back onto the bed. I lay back and he took my smooth stiff prick and started licking it in a love song of lust. He seemed to enjoy sucking on my pee soaked flesh. He spent a while licking my young cock, massaging and licking my naked balls and inner thighs, finally sucking me deep into his mouth and raising my hips up to play with my asshole. Again, he lovingly played his fingers up and down my ass crack, pinching my puckered anus. His fingers were slick with lube and they slid up and down the crack of my ass. My cock was aching in his hot mouth and I could feel my hot pre-cum fluids bubbling inside me. "Oh, my boy, you have the most beautiful ass and penis" cooed Mr. Sanders, taking his mouth off my trembling cock and slowly pushing his finger into my asshole. "Nhghhh," I grunted at the mild pain and tried to open up my ass for him. My whole body was shaking and my stiff cock was pulsing from his methodical, deliberate invasion. "Uhhhhh," I gasped as he pushed past my anus, inserting his finger deeper. He pushed farther and farther, wiggling his finger, creating flashes of sensuality that shot into my cock and balls. I groaned as he probed deeper and deeper, my asshole a captive to his lust. "Yes, my beautiful naked son," he murmured, as he shoved his finger in to the hilt, penetrating my boy's fuck hole to the max, "that's so nice. Now move that pretty butt for me." "Ohhhhhh" I groaned as I tried to move my ass laying on top of his hand, wriggling and fucking his finger embedded deep within. My cock was so hard and I loved being under domination as he sodomized me. "Greggy," said Mr. Sanders, "your pussy hole seems a little loose. Have you been playing with yourself?" "Yessss," I moaned as the thoughts of him fucking me with that huge cock of his now danced in my mind. His finger pumped in and out of my asshole, fucking me into wanton submission. He lowered his mouth to my cock again and started sucking me as he kept fucking me with his finger. "Ooohh, fuck oohh, fuck," I moaned over and over again, losing my mind at the incredible erotic thrill of him expertly sucking my hard cock and his finger pumping in and out of my ass, fucking me again and again. I wanted to do whatever he wanted me to do. He came up for air and telling me how nice my asshole was now and how much I liked daddy's finger up my ass and I kept on moaning "Yess, yesss, yessss," as he sucked me harder and faster until my spunk finally shot out into his mouth and his fingers pumped in and out of my spasming asshole. "AAHHhhhhh, Ohhhhhh, ohhhhh," I moaned as he milked my cock dry, extracting every last drop of cum, leaving his fingers in my ass. He finally slipped his hand out of my butt and got up off of my cock. I was still in the beautiful stoned state of post orgasmic bliss when he grabbed both of my legs, lifted me up to drag my ass to the edge of the bed and placed his large, now very hard cock head at the entrance to my ass. My eyes shot open as he pressed into me, his own cock already slick with lubrication. The bulbous head of his cock opened my anus and this time, with one thrust, he buried himself in my ass. "AAHHHH, OOHHH, FUCK, NOooo, PLEEEEZE," I protested at this sudden anal rape. His fat pole was a shaft of hard fire in my ass. "You let someone else fuck you, didn't you, you little slut?" Mr. Sanders drew back his burning rod and slammed it home again. "OOOooo, pleassse, nooo, nooo, no!" I cried out, my body rising up in protest as his hard thrusts filled my ass. Mr. Sanders grabbed my nipples and pinched them as he continued to stretch my ass with his hard cock. "I can feel it," he said. "You let someone else fuck you, you CUNT!" "You!" he slammed his cock up my ass. "Let!" again he rammed his pole into my burning fuck hole. "Someone!" He fucked me in and out of my abused anal canal. "Fuck you!" "YESS, yess, oohhhhh, ffcuuuckk, I..uhh... I.. uuhh, I'mmm sorry," I groaned, as his hard, pulsing manhood continued to skewer my naked ass, pounding in and out of my pussy hole. "You fucking boy whore." Mr. Sanders continued his invective as he fucked me hard, in and out, sliding his hard meat in and out of my ass. He pushed on my legs for leverage as my feet came down near my head on either side and my head began to thrash back and forth as he continued his assault on my asshole, hitting this incredible pleasure spot inside of my with his hard, punishing cock. My own my spent cock stiffened again, thrilling in the fiery sensations radiating from inside my boy hole, as he continued verbally abusing me for getting fucked as he fucked me hard with his thick man meat. "Ahhhhhh," moaned Mr Sanders as he froze, his fuck tool spewing hot cum into my ass, pumping its molten seed deep into my bowels. "AHH, AHHH... ahhhhh..."I practically sobbed as I felt his cum shoot out, pulsing my insides with incredible pleasure... I felt the liquid ooze of his sperm as he withdrew his cock from my ass, my own cock, hard and throbbing, my asshole twitching from his assault. He walked to the side of the bed and said "Clean me up Greggy." I anxiously started lapping at his drooping cock, cleaning our combined sex juices with my tongue and mouth, my ass and his sperm, still reveling in the sensations from my well fucked ass. When I was done to his satisfaction, he told me to go take a shower. I enjoyed the shower, washing my body, soaping my still hard dick, shoving my own fingers up my ass, feeling Mr. Sanders goopy cum. I was on a stoned high sex trip and this new "just fucked" feeling from my asshole was wonderful. I could easily get used to this... After having my own little mini orgy with my body, I washed my long hair, got out and dried off. Then, while I was still naked, Mr. Sanders made me up as a woman. First, he shaved my already hairless body all over again, leaving only my long, red locks. After enjoying his shaving, he did my hair. I mean, he really did my hair - combed it, snipped it a little bit, set it and blew dry it. It was gorgeous when he was done and I would have been the envy of any girl. He then put makeup on me, did my eyebrows, plucked them a little bit (you know, that hurts and it's not erotic at all), and eyes, etc., and dressed me up in fairly attractive women's dress, first thoroughly lubing my asshole again and strapping on fake latex tits. I put full length pantyhose on over my legs, ass and hard cock meat - for the first time. It felt very nice on my hairless skin. I just let him go for it without questions. He seemed to enjoy himself so much. Looking in the mirror, I was impressed. I looked like a girl. For real. I'd never make a Playboy centerfold, but I was actually pretty damn attractive for some college boy made up to look female. The fact that I had a naturally rosy smooth complexion and that my fine haired beard didn't leave any stubble helped, But, the use of the makeup was the whole key and I was impressed with Mr. Sanders' expertise (being in the theater myself). Mr. Sanders told me that we would be dining with a business associate of his who I would be accompanying back to this room while he would be going home. He again took out five hundred dollars and I put it in the pocket of my torn shorts for when I came back. And, of course, I thought - Fuck, why not? Any doubts I had about any part of these weird perversions were gone totally. I was in a different fucking reality. I was still wasted. I was still horny. My used asshole was still sending sex sensations to my brain. And fuck, at this point, I'd get fucked in the middle of the quad for five hundred dollars. The only fucked up part of dinner was that the college waiters and waitresses were people I knew. At the time, I didn't think I was recognized because no one said anything. Much later, I found out that I was recognized. But, at the time, I was relieved. Mr Sanders friend, Ben, was a fat, balding guy who treated me just like you would a date. Of course, I had a guy's voice, but I was careful to speak softly and, as usual, I went with the moment. I was an actor after all, so I acted like I thought a flirtatious girl would act. It was kind of cool. He treated me with the combination of lust and politeness that a guy would treat any woman who he is eating out to dinner with, but knows that "she" is going to go back to his room with him to be fucked silly. I thought 'fuck it.' I was paid; I was all dressed up and... After dinner, Mr. Sanders said good night to us and I went back to the room with Ben - where he changed into a complete rapist. Once the door was closed, he turned to me, grabbed my long red hair and pulled me to him. He kissed me, hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth while pulling on my hair, moving my head from side to side. Then, he literally ripped the dress off of my body. He just tore it off while his tongue was still in my mouth and he pushed me against the closed door. I tried to protest, worried that my dress was destroyed, not understanding his rough treatment, but his tongue was skewering my mouth and he paid no attention. Finally, he let me go and stepped back from my dazed body. "Take those fake fucking tits off now," he ordered as he started taking off his own clothes. I looked at him with amazement, because this was really a Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde thing, but I did what he told me to do and unstrapped my tits, leaving me with a naked chest and a ripped dress hanging off of my pantyhose clad hips. I was getting very uncomfortable but my breathing was starting to get ragged as my dick tried to erect itself in the tight pantyhose. I reached in to my cock and balls when Ben told me "Just stand there. Don't play with yourself." I just stood there as he stripped, watching his fat belly bulge out over his half hard, relatively decent size cock. He was bigger and thicker than I was. Shit, I had the incongruous thought at the time. Maybe everybody in general is bigger than I am. Maybe I've got a tiny cock. Maybe... He grabbed my hair and forced me to my knees, shoving his penis into my lipsticked mouth. "Suck me good and slow," he commanded, moving my head along his hardening shaft, watching me suck his cock. I complied with his demand and tried to be a first class whore, playing with his balls, letting him savagely direct my head where he wanted it; taking his stiff tool into my throat; nibbling on his cock head; licking his meat down to his balls and taking his hairy sacks into my mouth. He made me fellate him for ten or fifteen minutes, leading me around the room on my knees, forcing my made up face to swallow his engorged prick. Then, he had me lay face down on the bed and he tied my hands and feet to the four corners. I was helpless, still clad in my pantyhose, my rigid cock underneath me, tied down by man at least 30 years older than I was. "Now, we're going to warm you up," he said as he stroked my nylon covered ass and naked back. SMACK! He brought his hand down hard on my ass. "UHHH," I cried out in pain. SMACK! He slapped the other ass cheek, eliciting another moan. SMACK! Again. "Pleeeaze, Nooo!!" I screamed SMACK! "Quiet!" He ordered, "or I will get out my belt. SMACK! "Ohh Fuck," I groaned softly, the hot, red pain spreading fire over my ass cheeks. SMACK! Memories flooded my brain... ...I was bent over, wearing only a jockstrap, my bare ass exposed. SMACK! AH Shit!! Doyle walloped my ass with the clipboard. As the incredible sting started to permeate, SMACK!, he did it again. "AAAAHH!" I cried, involuntarily. That really hurt. I could feel my ass begin to flame and again he hit me! SMACK! "STOP!" I cried, starting to really cry. This was not fair. Nobody ever got hit more than once on their bare ass. "All right," he said. "Don't move." I was suppressing the lump in my throat, trying not to cry as I continued to grab my ankles. Knowing Coach Doyle, I figured that if I stood up, he'd really hit me. I heard him walk into his office and then into the training room. Jesus, my ass and the back of my thighs were on fire! ...SMACK! "AAHHHHHH, Noooooo," I begged as my ass burned with Ben's torturous spanking and I writhed on the bed, helpless and defenseless as he continued his relentless attack on my ass. Shit. More past memories overcame me... ...I tried my best to accommodate him, even though my lips were starting to feel bruised and the previous cum was clogging up my throat. Then Tim said to Jimmy, "Spank his ass!" "Tim," said my brother, finally speaking up, "Maybe we should...." "Should nothing," said Tim. "Your baby brother is a cock sucker and needs to be spanked. Go ahead, Jimmy, spank him." "Nnnnnnoohhh," I mumbled around Tim's giant cock, but no one paid attention. Jimmy slapped my ass. "Unnnnnhhh," I cried jerking my butt, but Tim kept his hands on my head and began to increase the tempo of his mouth fucking. Smack! Jimmy slapped me again and I jerked. It hurt! Smack! smack! He hit me again and again and Tim started moaning and thrusting in earnest. Smack! I couldn't take anymore. My ass was burning. Tim was blocking my throat again with every thrust, my lips were sore, and I could barely breath. Smack! Jimmy landed a sideways blow directly on my exposed asshole. "NNNNGggghhhhhhh," I moaned as Tim thrust again and started crying, "Oh yeah, Mouthfucker! Take it!" He started pumping new shots of jism into my tonsils and I tried to swallow to keep on breathing, but Jimmy kept on slapping my shaking ass and I gagged and coughed. Wads of cum rolled down the sides of Tim's dick as I coughed again onto his balls and belly. Smack! Again Jimmy hit me. "Stop it!" I cried. "Just stop it!"... ...God the burning in my ass was a carnal fire. Ben alternately hit me and then caressed my flaming ass, lightly dragging his fingertips across my abused globes. "Oohhhh," I moaned, twitching and shaking as his assault on my ass. Memories of ass abuse continued to flow... ..."AAAAAHHMMMMMM," I screamed, my mouth full of latex cock as I felt the burning slash of a belt on my defenseless ass. Again Dara whipped my ass with a wide belt sending a sheet of pain through my body while Karla tried to shove the big black dildo into my throat. "Nnngnngnnllleeeese," I sobbed, "unnghh," "Beg us to fuck you." Dara demanded. Another welt landed on my exposed asshole. "AAEEEAaiihhhhhh, nnnnooo, pleasse, yhes, fuck me," I cried out as Karla yanked the dildo from my mouth. "Yesss, Please. Fuck me, fuckme." "Fuck you where? How?" demanded Dara, as she got on the bed again, squatted and drove my cock back into her ass." "Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me in the assss..." I whined, raving with lust and the fear of pain. Karla laughed, placed the dildo again at my asshole and shoved it home, ripping past my anus, deep within my bowels, drawing out another scream from my lips...... ...SMACK! - "Fucking cunt whore," said Ben with glee as he continued spanking my helpless ass. "Ohgodohgodohgod," I babbled in helpless bondage, my burning ass jerking involuntarily, seeking his punishing hand, writhing in sexual degradation. I wanted him to beat me. My fiery ass was sending burning painful fuck sensations to my aching cock and trembling, abused body. I pulled against my bounds, stretching and rubbing my hard prick against the sheets as Ben blistered my boyish ass cheeks. "You like this, don't you, you little cunt?" panted Ben as he landed another blow. "NNoooo.... Yessss," I sobbed as my pantyhose clad ass burned with sexual torture. "Ohhh god... please..." Ben stopped his assault, placing both hands on my burning ass and digging his fingers into my nylon coated ass crack. He ripped the pantyhose, exposing my naked asshole to his gaze. Rubbing my fiery ass, he pushed a finger into my used asshole, popping quickly past the anus, slipping easily into my still lubricated ass. He loosened my foot bonds and pushed my ass into the air, mounting the bed behind me, he placed his cock head against my asshole and gently pushed, stretching it every so slightly. "Now, beg me to fuck you, whore," he said, painfully grabbing my inflamed ass cheeks with his hands. "AAHhhhhhooohh, please..." I cried out in pain as he squeezed my hot, hot ass. "Fuck me. Pleaase Fuck Me." I begged him. Very slowly, he forced his rigid man meat past my anal sphincter, wiggling his cock from side to side, painfully stretching my abused hole, raping me through the torn pantyhose. "AHH, Ahhh, Ooooohhh," I cried out in pleasure and pain as I felt his hard flesh worm its way into my bowels. "Yeesss, fuck me, fuck me hard." "Yeah," he said with glee, "You like my hard cock inside your cunt hole, don't you, you fucking slut whore..." He rammed his meat all the way into my ass and began fucking me harder and harder, raping my whorish ass. "Fucking slut!" he cried. "Whore!" "You Cunt," he moaned, slamming in and out of my burning ass as I groaned and moaned at the feeling of his male flesh sliding in and out of my asshole. "Whore! Fuck! Fuck! Cunt! Fucking Cunt!" he emphasized each word with a thrust of his hard cock. "AAAAHHH, Fucking slut!" he came in a torrent of hot cum, filling my ass, spilling over to trickle down my thighs, flooding my insides with hot, sticky sperm. He slumped over my naked body, spent, his cock still embedded in my ass, crushing me with his fat weight. He lay there a long time on top of me, dozing, satiated, while my painful hard on, crushed beneath our bodies, softened and I too dozed, still tied up, in spite of his weight. Some time in the middle of the night, he roused himself and untied me. Dragging my own sleepy body to the bathroom, he groggily sat me down on the toilet, told me to open my mouth and put his slimy cock inside. I waited, knowing what was coming, until he let loose with his hot piss. I obediently tried to swallow, but the hot acrid taste nearly made me vomit and I pulled back. He didn't protest at my rebellion, he just continued to piss on my face and hair and chest, soaking my naked form. Now, get the fuck out of here," he said. "Wha..?" I said in bewilderment. "You heard me, fuckhead. We're done, now beat it." "I... I... can't..." I started to explain. Smack! He slapped my face. "I don't sleep with boy fags." he said menacingly. "Now you've got till I count to ten... One... two..." I jumped up and scrambled for my piss soaked torn clothes and ran for door. On the way out, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror - makeup all smeared and used; torn pantyhose. I looked like a raped boy whore. I was in the hallway before he got to ten. He closed and locked the door behind me. I looked at my torn, pissed soaked clothes and laughed in incredulous self pity. But there was nothing I could do. I put on the piss soaked rags of my t-shirt and my wet, torn shorts over the torn pantyhose and snuck out of the hotel. No one saw me. Out on the golf course, I took off the pantyhose, and actually used some of Ben's cum still oozing out of my ass to try and wipe off my makeup. It didn't work very well. I was fucked. Dressed only in torn, piss soaked rags and pantyhose, I slipped into my dorm unseen and went straight to the shower. As I cleaned up and showered... I felt great. My asshole was pulsing with fire and I played with my hard cock in the shower, washing and fucking my ass with my fingers. I was five hundred dollars richer and that was worth a lot of weirdness. Fuck everybody who was normal! The only drawback to my homosexual escapades was that I started leaving shit stains on my underwear. Every time I farted I would leave skid-marks. It had happened after the trucker fuck orgy but, I hadn't thought about it much. Now I was afraid that I might be permanently stretching out my asshole and that freaked me out. If it hadn't been for that little thing, I might have just flipped gay right then and there. I had fantasies of being a faggot whore and making huge amounts of money. I teetered on the edge of coming out of the closet, going into business... but the loose asshole shit stains actually bummed me out in a major way. I figured I was damaging my body. After a week or so, my libido died down, and my asshole seemed to tighten up again and I stopped leaving skid marks when I farted... School ended and I still wanted girls to like me. Fuck it. To be continued? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 60