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The Violated Virgin by Ward Fulton Chapter 6
Chapter 6
The voice of the psychology instructor droned on, and Suzanne stared
blankly up at the podium, only catching an occasional word he said. She
had always liked her psychology class, not only because of the
instructor who happened to be rather handsome, but because of her
interest in the subject in relations to her project with the poorer
classes in the neighborhood. Yet today she found her interest
wandering, her mind too filled with other thoughts.
She suddenly became aware he was addressing her.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized, feeling very foolish. “I didn’t catch
that.”
The instructor smiled.
“I was saying that many people are under the impression that the poorer
classes are more sexually active because it is the one entertainment
that costs them nothing. Have you found anything in your recent studies
to substantiate this theory?”
Suzanne flushed, and in her mind she saw again the three boys, naked in
her living room, and her own body heaving beneath their attack.
“Er … Well …” she began, “I really haven’t done enough research
yet. But it sounds reasonable, don’t you think?”
The instructor smiled. “Not necessarily. Statistics show that there is
just as much promiscuity among the more affluent classes. I personally
do not think that poverty necessarily means a higher rate of sexual
activity. After all, individual sex drives are not predicated on
economic status. However, the illegitimate birth rate among the poor
seems to indicate that they perhaps do not have as much regard for the
consequences of their actions, and do not invest in contraceptive
devices to the same degree as the rich. One of the tragedies of the
lower income groups is their unusually high family size, which only
compounds their unfortunate economic position.”
A student raised his hand.
“Perhaps the poor indulge in large families as a gesture of
accomplishment,” he said. “It is the one function they can perform
without training. It’s like they feel they might not be able to work
their way up to a position of social eminence, or professional
respectability, so they prove themselves biologically instead of
intellectually.”
The instructor laughed. “Interesting, but I don’t think valid, in view
of research. Most economically deprived fathers are more interested in
satisfying their sex drive than their urge for social recognition.”
The young man was not to be put off.
“What about the kids, though?” he persisted. “I’ve talked to some who
feel they’ve really made it when they can ball a rich chick instead of
someone in their own neighborhood. And there’re lots of girls from
Grosse Pointe who’ll go with a guy from a poor neighborhood because of
the kicks involved. You know, the idea of slumming, of being manhandled
forcibly to satisfy some masochistic tendency.”
“Ah.” The instructor raised his eyebrows. “That’s something else again.
True, many women will achieve greater sexual satisfaction from a
violent sexual encounter rather than the more refined or sophisticated
approach. And presuming that a young man from a rough neighborhood will
be more sexually aggressive, there is the sadistic impulse to prove
himself with a girl from a more refined background. And some girls will
often enjoy such encounters out of a perverse streak in their nature,
the desire to be degraded out of guilt for their affluent upbringing.”
Suzanne felt a slow flush creeping up her neck, and then her face was
scarlet, and she dropped her eyes, hoping that no one would notice or
comment. Inside her, she recognized her own reactions, the feeling she
had that morning in the bathtub as she visualized herself being
violated by the three boys. Despite the fear, there had been a strong
element of earthy satisfaction from the experience. She had enjoyed it,
and she knew she would want it to happen again. Maybe not under the
same frightening conditions, but definitely the physical reactions she
found more than usually stimulating. And she knew it was because the
boys were different from any she had socialized with before. Her Grosse
Pointe boyfriends were knowledgeable in the social graces; their speech
and manners were sophisticated; their enforced respect of her was a
barrier to the type of harsh physical manhandling she had endured the
last two days in her apartment. And yet despite their lack of
refinement, they had touched a pagan spark buried deep within her, a
spark now flaring with a consuming passion that excited her responses
at the very thought of it happening again.
“Tell me, Suzanne, you have made contact with one family, I believe?”
The instructor was addressing her again. Oh, God, she hoped no one
would observe her flushed condition.
She nodded.
“There have been young men in the family?”
“Yes, two brothers,” she replied, a little hesitantly. “One is sixteen,
I think, the other about two years older.”
“Have you felt any desire on their part to deepen their contact with
you, maybe an indelicate suggestion, or have they been keeping their
distance?”
She flushed. “I … I wouldn’t let them …” she began, and the
instructor cut her short.
“I’m not intimating that you would,” he said brusquely. “But you can
tell whether there might be the desire on their part.”
“I would think that perhaps they might,” she said slowly. “But on every
occasion I have talked with them while their mother was present.
They’re not particularly well educated, though the younger one seems to
have some promise. I feel he shows more potential than his older
brother, who’s just a little hood, I’d say.”
The instructor smiled. “Thank you, Suzanne. We’ll be interested in
hearing more when you’ve completed your study of this family.”
Suzanne smiled, and looked down at her books again. She felt humiliated
at even having to discuss the boys, yet she knew it was only her
conscience bothering her; no one knew about what had happened. No one
but Yvonne and Carole, and she knew they wouldn’t talk.
The class ended, and she stumbled to the door, thankful to get out of
the close confines of the room and out into the fresh air. She took a
deep breath and began walking back to her apartment. She saw Carole in
the distance, and they waved at each other. Then as she turned the
corner on to Hancock, she saw a familiar figure in blue jeans and a
dirty shirt, lounging against the concrete abutment surrounding the
campus. Her heart almost stopped, but she continued walking, biting her
lips in fear.
“Hi, Suzanne,” said Donald, his young face breaking into a broad smile.
“You okay today?”
“Yes, but no thanks to you,” she snapped, walking past him. He fell
into step with her, and she glared at him.
“Donald, if you don’t leave me alone, I’m going to call the police,”
she said uncertainly. “And what’s more, I’ll speak to your mother about
what’s happened.”
Donald giggled. “That won’t help. Ted’s already told her we screwed
you.”
“He … he what?” she gasped, stopping in her tracks and staring at him
disbelievingly.
“It’s true. He doesn’t care.”
“And you do, I suppose?”
He paused awkwardly.
“I … I like you, Suzanne. You know that, don’t you? I’m really sorry
about everything, but I still like you. I’d like to do it again with
you, just you and me, nice and quiet.”
“You’re a degenerate, like your brother,” she snapped heatedly. “So
don’t try and sweet talk me now.” She paused, her chest heaving with
emotion. “What did your mother say?”
Donald laughed. “She said he’d better watch out, that was all. She
doesn’t care. She’s too busy makin’ out with her own boyfriends. She
fucks around quite a bit.”
Suzanne gasped. “In your house? With you boys there?”
“Sure. What’s wrong with that?”
“Well, if you don’t know, there’s no sense telling you,” said Suzanne,
pushing past him. “Goodbye, Donald, and don’t try to follow me. I never
want to see you again.”
He stood still, looking at her retreating form walking quickly up the
sidewalk.
“Hey.”
She stopped, and looked back.
“See ya.” He waved and grinned at her. With beating heart, Suzanne
turned and almost ran the rest of the way back to her apartment. She
let herself in, slammed the door, and locked it. Then she collapsed on
the couch, her body shaking.
Oh, God, she murmured to herself, oh what’ll I do if they come back?
She closed her eyes and rested until her heart had quieted down and her
limbs had stopped shaking.
The gall of that boy! And telling their mother what they had done. What
sort of people were they? Were they completely lacking in moral
scruples? Had they no sense of decency at all? And yet he had confessed
he liked her and wanted to be with her again, just the two of them. She
was right. She had sensed a quality of tenderness in him before, and
she knew that taken away from his brother, his mother and his
environment, Donald could well shape into a worthwhile man. But did she
care? Did she really care what happened to this teenage rapist who had
forced himself upon her in much the same fashion as his brother and the
colored boy? No, she didn’t; but she couldn’t deny the response she
felt in her loins for him.
She was reminded of Yvonne’s frank discussion about Jeff, about men’s
sex appeal and the size of their organs. Donald’s penis was definitely
appealing to her. Unlike the gross size and thickness of his brother,
or Clayton’s massive dark-skinned shaft, Donald’s penis was smooth,
white and sensual-looking. While he might not have displayed as much
animal ferocity as the others, he had a technique which she found
immensely satisfying, and the penetration of his organ was infinitely
fulfilling for her. If she could only get Donald away from the others,
away from his present environment … Suzanne shook her head and sat
up, wiping her eyes. This was ridiculous, she thought; it was Sam she
really wanted. Sam was the man of her dreams, the one she loved, and so
what was this perverse fantasy over a slum boy whose only appeal lay in
the seven inches of hard flesh he projected between his legs? Sam had
just as much, she felt sure, and Sam would certainly be tender, gentle
and when aroused, probably just as forcefully aggressive to appeal to
her animal instincts. Yes, Sam it was; not Donald. But when the hell
was he coming home? Oh, Sam, Sam …
She walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water on her burning
face. She patted herself dry, and felt better. She went over to the
desk, opened her books, and began to study.
* * *
The sun had just dipped below the skyline when Suzanne realized she had
been sitting at her desk for several hours, absorbed in her work. The
clatter of footsteps on the stairs broke into her thoughts, and she
felt a pang of apprehension until she realized it must be a woman; the
noise of heels was unmistakable.
“Hey, Suzanne, you home?”
Carole’s cheerful voice rang out, and Suzanne walked quickly over to
the door, unlocked it, and let the girl in.
“Wow, I’m bushed,” she said, collapsing on the couch as Suzanne closed
the door and locked it again. “How are you feeling today?”
Suzanne grinned. “Oh, I’m fine.”
“Any sign of those monsters?”
“No, but I ran into Donald on campus. He must’ve been waiting to talk
to me. He said he wanted us to ball again, just him and me.”
Carole snorted. “I hope you kicked him right in the crotch.”
“No, I told him if he didn’t stop bothering me, I’d call the police.
But you know something? I threatened to tell his mother, and he said
Ted had already told what happened, and the woman wasn’t fazed at all.
Can you beat that?”
Carol shrugged. “Typical. These mothers are nothing but legalized
whores. I’ve yet to meet one that has any semblance of dignity or
decency. It’s sad, it really is. I guess they’re not much better than
animals. It’s a pity they can’t be segregated somewhere away from the
rest of us who know how to live a clean life.”
Suzanne giggled. “Maybe so, but then there’re some who might say the
same about you and Yvonne.”
Carole’s eyes widened. “Oh, knock it off!” she exploded. “You’re mixing
apples and pears. Don’t tell me you put me in the same category?”
“Of course not,” said Suzanne quickly. “I was just trying to be
objective.”
Carole sniffed. “After last night, you have no basis for being
objective, dear,” she commented softly. She stared at Suzanne for a
moment. “You’re terribly nice, you know. In bed, I mean.”
“Thanks. I can use a few compliments.”
They both laughed, and Carole lit a cigarette.
“Jeez, I really am tired. Two classes today, and an interview about a
part-time job.”
“Tell you what,” said Suzanne. “Why don’t you and Yvonne have dinner
here with me tonight? I’ve got a whole mess of stuff in the
refrigerator. Come on, I’d love to.”
Carole smiled. “Oh, you certainly know the right things to say at the
right time,” she murmured. “It’s a deal. Yvonne’ll be home soon. You
plan to eat early? I’m actually starved.”
“Whenever you want,” replied Suzanne, moving into the kitchen. “I’ll
start right away.”
“Okay,” said Carole, rising. “I’ll go clean up and put on my robe, and
when Yvonne gets home, we’ll come up. Okay?”
She went over to the door. “Hey, Suzanne, come and lock the door behind
me.” She giggled as Suzanne came into the room. “We don’t want any
unwanted company, now, do we?”
“You bet.”
Suzanne locked the door behind her, and went back into the kitchen,
humming to herself. She felt her spirits rising at the prospect of
company. She remembered her thoughts the night before, seeing the
closeness between Yvonne and Carole. Well, if she didn’t have a
roommate, at least she’d be having some good company, and she looked
forward to a good dinner with pleasant conversation and afterwards …
Suzanne grinned to herself wickedly. Who knows? She thought maybe
afterwards they might all roll into bed again. It was fun, she had to
admit; it was real fun, and wonderful sex. Just at the thought, she
felt a twinge within her and a tingle in her loins. Yes, it just might
be a wonderful evening again. She licked her lips in anticipation.
Efficiently she took a canned ham off the shelf, opened it, and placed
it in a casserole, covering it with a small can of sliced peaches and a
few cloves. She popped it into the oven, and then paused a moment,
looking at the boxes of frozen vegetables in the freezer compartment.
She decided on peas and cauliflower and broke open the packages,
placing the vegetables together in one large pan, filling it with water
and placing it on the top burner. What about dessert? She had half a
layer cake left over. Cake and ice cream, she thought. Easy and
appealing. Fine. That’s what it would be.
By the time Yvonne and Carole clattered up the stairs from their
apartment, both in their robes and slippers, Suzanne had changed her
clothes herself, put on her terrycloth robe, and had laid the table for
three. The twilight outside had given way to darkness, and the
apartment had a warm, cozy atmosphere that soothed her nerves. She felt
they were going to have a nice pleasant meal and a relaxing evening
together afterwards.
“Hi, doll,” said Yvonne, coming over and giving her a squeeze around
the waist. “I hear you’re playing cook tonight?”
“Uh-huh. And I hope you’ll like it.”
“Anything’s fine, boobsy, tonight I could eat a horse,” said Yvonne,
flopping into a chair and reaching for her cigarettes. “Carole tells me
you met one of the kids today.”
“Yes. I told him to get the hell away from me.”
“Good for you. I still think they’ll try and see you again, so be
careful.”
“I am. That front door’s locked and it’s going to stay that way. If I
hear them outside, I’m calling the police.”
“Now you’re talking. Say, I had a wild idea today. I thought maybe I
could get three well-built guys over here some night and hide them in
the bathroom, and then you invite those little bastards over, and
they’d get a beating they wouldn’t forget. I know a few guys who’d love
to avenge your sullied virtue. Jeff for one, I’m sure.”
Suzanne grinned. “It sounds great, but I’d rather let well enough
alone. You know something, though …” She paused a moment, and
giggled. “I was thinking about Donald. On his own, he wouldn’t be bad
to take. I mean, he does have a real nice face, and his body’s well-
built, and …”
“And his cock’s gorgeous, I know, I know,” Yvonne interrupted her.
“Listen, you horny little sex maniac, he may have been great when he
finally got with it, but that doesn’t mean you’re to start anything
going with a tramp like that. If you’re horny, I’ve got plenty of guys
who’d just love to come over and screw you. To say nothing of Carole
and me, incidentally.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not thinking about it,” Suzanne said soberly. “But I
just feel sorry for him. He could be a real nice kid, away from that
family and the neighborhood.”
“Well, you keep your altruistic feelings for those who deserve them,”
said Carole. “You’re not out of the woods yet, remember. If you have
your period, you can breathe easily. Oh, by the way, did you go to a
doctor?”
Suzanne shook her head. “No, I figured between Yvonne’s douche powder
and all that hot water, I’m probably okay.”
“Oh, well, so be it,” said Carole.
“She’s okay,” snapped Yvonne, “That stuff I gave her’d kill anything.
Besides do you think I’d have messed around with her last night if I
thought she had something?”
Suzanne reached into the oven and took out the ham.
“Mmm, that smells divine,” said Carole. “Are we eating now?”
“We sure are. Gather round.”
Within minutes, they were all settled round the table, helping
themselves to the spread of ham, vegetables and steaming hot coffee.
Yvonne looked at Suzanne and smiled affectionately.
“Anyone who can whomp up a dinner like this deserves to be married,”
she said softly. “Sam’s a lucky guy.”
Suzanne smiled happily. “I hope you’re right. I just hope he gets back
soon. I’m ready for him now. Oh, God, am I ready!”
The last plate had been washed and put away, and they relaxed in the
living room, each with another cup of coffee. Carole closed her eyes
and sighed contentedly.
“Oh, that was wonderful. You don’t know how I appreciate it, Suzanne. I
was in no mood to cook.”
“It was good, wasn’t it?” said Suzanne. “Ham’s one of my favorites, and
it’s so easy to fix, too.”
“Was it a kosher ham, dear?” asked Yvonne evilly, and they all laughed.
“Which reminds me,” she continued, inhaling deeply from her ever-
present cigarette. “I went with this kosher guy once. You know, I do
believe there’s a difference in having sex with a circumcised guy and
one who’s not.”
“Yvonne!!”
Carole’s voice exploded across the room.
“Relax, I’m just reminiscing,” she said imperturbably. “But I have
found when they’ve had something cut off their cock, they don’t seem as
aggressive. Maybe I’d feel the same way if I had half my tits removed.”
“If you had half your tits removed, dear,” said Carole calmly. “You
could join the men’s swimming team.”
“Bitch!”
Suzanne laughed, enjoying the pleasant banter between them, their
obvious affection showing through the exchange of insults.
“When I’ve had your experience, darling, then maybe I can pass
judgment,” said Yvonne. “I guess I’d better keep my mouth shut. But you
know me and sex. It’s my favorite subject.”
She mashed her cigarette out and looked in the package.
“Oh, damn, I’m out. Carole …”
“Hm …”
“Be a doll and run down to our place and get me a new pack. They’re on
the dresser.”
Carole sighed, and slowly got to her feet.
“What’s in it for me, huh?”
Yvonne smirked. “I’ll be extra sexy tonight. I may even use the dildo
on you.”
“Thanks a lot.”
“Come on, Suzanne, I’ll help you wash the coffee cups,” said Yvonne,
gathering them and moving to the kitchen.
She and Suzanne walked into the kitchen as Carole unlocked the front
door and left the apartment.
“I love the way you two bitch at each other,” remarked Suzanne as they
stood by the sink. “I never dreamed you were as close. I mean, I never
thought two girls could get that way, you know what I mean?”
Yvonne nodded.
“Yup. We have our knock-down-drag-outs but as a rule, we get along
pretty well. You see …” Her voice softened … “We love each other.
That makes a big difference. You can put up with a little shit once in
a while because the other times make up for it. And believe me, I know
I’m not easy to live with.”
Suzanne turned the faucet on full-blast and rinsed the cups and
saucers. Above the noise, she heard Yvonne say something.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you,” she said, turning off the water and
reaching for the dishtowel.
“I said: you’ll find out when you start living with Sam.”
Suzanne giggled. “You mean marry him or live with him?”
“Either. Though I suspect you’ll probably live with him for a while
now. After all, it’s good to try the merchandise before buying.”
“You’re goddamn right, sister!”
They both whirled, and standing in the doorway was Ted. Behind him, his
white teeth splitting his black face from ear to ear, was Clayton, and
next to him Donald.
Suzanne felt a scream welling up inside her, and before she could utter
a sound Yvonne’s voice boomed out.
“You motherfuckers get the hell out of here.”
From the living room they heard Carole’s footsteps on the stairs, and
Yvonne shouted out.
“Carole, run. Get the police.”
Clayton turned, and they heard his footsteps across the living room,
and Carole’s scream. A moment later he dragged her inside, and the
front door slammed behind them. The click of the lock as Clayton turned
it sounded like an explosion.
“Now, chicky-babies, it’s time for dessert,” said Clayton, his dark
eyes staring humorously around them.
“Oh, God,” whispered Suzanne. “We forgot the door.”
“You sure did,” said Ted. “But that wouldn’t’ve stopped us.”
They stared at each other. Suzanne had backed away, and Yvonne stood,
her hands on her hips, her face a picture of contempt. Carole, pinned
in Clayton’s strong arm, his hand over her mouth, was struggling
violently.
“You better calm down, baby, or you’ll feel my hand real hard,” he said
softly. Her eyes widened and she stopped moving.
“Thass better,” said Clayton. “And now I guess we can have our little
party. It sure’s gonna be nice this way.” He turned to Ted and grinned.
“There’s one for each of us now. Oh, baby, there’s nothin’ better’n an
orgy.”
Yvonne opened her mouth and the beginnings of a scream emerged, but Ted
stepped forward, and with a quick movement he belted her across the
cheek. She staggered back against the wall.
“You get the message?” he drawled. “Now listen here. No one’s gonna get
hurt, as long as you spread your legs. Okay?” He stared at Suzanne.
“Hi, there. How’s that hot little cunt tonight?”
Suzanne was petrified. She found she couldn’t move. Her voice had
disappeared. Inside her she felt her heart pounding so hard she thought
she was going to faint. Finally, a whispered plea emerged from her
lips.
“Please … oh, Please …”
Clayton’s booming laugh echoed around the room.
“You see, jest like I said she would: she’s pleading for it again. Oh,
baby, and you’re gonna git it, every inch of it right up that nice
white pussy. And that’s only for starters.”
Ted reached out and grabbed Suzanne’s wrist, jerking her forward.
Numbly she let herself be pushed into the living room. Clayton heaved
Carole into Donald’s waiting arms, and closed his long thick fingers
around Yvonne’s arm.
“Come on, baby, let’s get this show on the road.”
“You take your filthy hands off me,” snapped Yvonne. “You goddamn
nigger.”
Clayton’s eyebrows rose, and his mouth grinned evilly.
“Oh, oh, sounds like another Grosse Pointer,” he said. “Or mebbe from
Dearborn? Well, baby, you’re gonna find out it doesn’t rub off.”
He dragged her into the living room, where Donald was holding Carole
and Ted was gripping Suzanne. The boys all looked at one another.
“Okay, last one in’s a cocksucker,” said Clayton, and with one hand he
seized Yvonne’s robe and ripped it down, leaving her standing naked,
her eyes flashing at him with hate. She opened her mouth, but before
she could scream his hand had belted her violently, and she fell to the
floor.
“Like I said, no noise, no trouble,” said Clayton.
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Sitting on the edge of the bed thoughts of insanity run through my mind. Something is going on and I need to know what. With a deep breath I open my towel revealing the same small dick I’ve grown used to over the years. Now I’m lost. I must be losing my mind. Knowing what I saw and felt was real I decided to try and figure out what could possibly be going on. Since it was hard when I saw the difference maybe I had to be hard again to see the change. Being in such an excited state from two denied orgasms it was relatively easy to bring myself back to full hardness despite the nervousness of the situation. As my cock grew I was filled with excitement hoping for the best but after a few moments my cock was rigid and only the 5 inches I knew. Feeling slightly defeated I thought back to what was different and besides the obvious of not being in the shower anymore the only thing different was that at the time I was imagining myself with that same hard beast I had plowing into my sister. That scene coming back into my mind I started wanting that cock again. I started imagining it on my body jutting out. I looked down taking in my small cock wishing it to grow and before my eyes it started to. Slowly it gained in length and girth until I was back to being massive.
Over come with happiness at the possibilities for me now I stroked hard and fast while keeping my sister in my head. My orgasm was swift and powerful, as it hit rope after rope of cum shot out from my tip coating my chest in cum. As I squeezed the last of my cum out I fell back onto the bed in a daze and slipped into unconsciousness.
Waking back up for the second time that day I found myself in ridiculously high spirits. Who wouldn’t be?? I can change anything I want to physically about myself. Or at least maybe anything. I had to know my limits with this. Looking down at myself I needed to get cleaned up. Seeing what time it was I knew my sister had already left for practice and she wouldn’t be back until late that night, I didn’t even bother getting dressed. I went back to the bathroom and wet a washcloth to wipe myself down from the earlier orgasm.
While wiping myself down I looked into the mirror and started to play around. I started with my eye color again changing it from one color to the next finally deciding on brown. I then moved to my nose and just for shits and giggles I made it long and pointy like Pinocchio. Finally cleaned up I left my face the new way and walked back into my room closing my door. In my excitement I didn’t realize that my door didn’t completely shut. Now standing in front of my full length mirror I couldn’t help but laugh as I saw this ridiculous nose jutting out from my face.
Knowing that I basically had a do over at my disposal I started on becoming the way I always wanted to look. Adding a couple inches in height I was now 6 foot even. I set to work on my frame bulking me up a little bit and defining my muscles that would take months in a gym to achieve. Once happy with that I started on my face, not changing anything major just a little tweak here and there until I was happy. I enlarged my balls a little bit to match that of the destroyer now hanging limp between my legs. Once finished I memorized every inch of what I changed tweaking what needed it and leaving alone what was perfect. Taking a full look at myself I couldn’t have been happier. Looking like this there was no way girls would keep ignoring me. I would finally get laid.
Filing away what I wanted to look like I started playing around. Making myself fat and skinny, super tall and tiny like a midget. I added muscles and hair, took them away basically being absolutely ridiculous with my new found ability. Returning back to the new me I stood just admiring myself when all of a sudden it hit me. If I could change into anything why couldn’t I change into a chick. The thoughts of my possibilities started to excite me, bringing my impressive cock to life. I started off just seeing if I could do it. My chest losing its muscle as it started to expand out ending up with a pair of firm large breasts. Not being able to choose between the mirror and looking down I kept glancing back and forth as my hands came up to feel my first breast. My hands reaching their goal sent all the air out of my lungs and I fell back onto the bed slowly caressing my new toys. My nipples now even more sensitive began to harden under the movements of my hands. My cock was so hard it was actually beginning to hurt as I pinched down on my nipples causing an involuntary moan to escape my throat. Leaving one hand to play with my breasts I moved my other down and slowly began stroking my cock imagining it was my sisters breasts I was playing with. Getting so into it I started moaning her name which in turn brought me immediately to orgasm my cock exploding and sending my cum shooting out right onto my breasts.
As I lay there in my after glow I started picturing my sister in my head. I closed my eyes forming a complete picture of Jamie in my head. I pulled on every memory I had of her forming a complete image of her in my head. Keeping my eyes shut I imagined her and pushed that image of her onto my body. I could feel things moving and changing and when it all stopped with eyes still shut I stood up. Slowly I opened my eyes and staring back at me in the mirror was my sister.
So stunned at this, all I could do was stare as I turned around and bent over trying to see everything I could. Finally I let my hands do what my eyes were doing. I laid back on the bed closing my eyes and just ran my hands over every inch of my sisters body. Going straight to my breasts I started caressing and squeezing finally getting the prize I had been aching for. Under the ministrations of my fingers I could feel my nipples harden, moving down to them I gave them a pull when I felt a wet heat coming from between my legs. Going into very unknown territory I slid one hand down my stomach and in between my legs. I could immediately feel heat emanating from my folds. Gingerly I began exploring lightly playing with the area rubbing my fingers up and down coating them in the juice of my excitement. My breaths were now beginning to come in deeper and more ragged as my excitement grew finally resulting in a loud moan as my probing fingers found my clit.
Now feeling flushed and more turned on in a new way than I have even experienced I began to rub my fingers in circles over my clit, going faster and faster until I couldn’t even breathe. The only option my brain gave me was to keep rubbing. And that’s when it hit. My entire body being sent into spasms I twisted around as the most intense orgasm I have ever felt washed over me. With one final wave of ecstasy washing over me blackness edged in.
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Me and My Pet Girl
Rika and her master go out for brunch but immediately after the have some public fun.
Closer than I thought I ever would be! Part I
This story started out to go into true stories, as I tried to elaborate on details for word count it took a mind of its own. Here is the loosely based on a true story start of a lot of fun
Behind Her Blue Eyes Part 3
His commitment is challenged
The Life of an Extra Ordinary Joe ch.2
Once again no sex but next chapter I’ll through something in for yall to have fun with. Till then last real backstory like chapter then the story kicks up so far with what I have written. Here we go chapter 2 of Average Joe which will be what I refer to the story as from here on out.Chapter 2How We Got the Ball Rolling
“bah jawsabala kajgaga la ooga ma nananana lalapalooozagalooga” I said as I saw her “ MY GODS! She’s the Aphrodite herself!” being what was meant to come out. But I guess that’s just one of those side effects of seeing a god in their true form or whatever the legends used to say because at this point I don’t even remember my own name. “gabalagalloboo” I exclaimed to Bart, Intending to say “THAT’S YOUR SISTER!!!”.
“hahaha, yep now stop drooling, I don’t want to think my new friend is really supposed to be on the smaller bus back there” he said, pointing to the ‘short bus’ at the back of the rows of buses behind us.
Any other time I probably would have given him a good punch to the kidney but at the present moment my attentions were elsewhere aka staring belligerently at Bart’s sister as she walked down to the back of the bus to say hi to her brother and meet his new ‘bus buddies’.
“Hi Bart looks like you’re making some nice new friends already” she said to her brother “Would you like to introduce me?”
“Oh yes hey sis umm… well this is Dirk the latest addition to the group I guess we all just met here on the bus you see other than my other new friend Joe and I who is on the football team now as well and is gonna be the big time superstar receiver’s back up so the one opposite of me hahahahaha.”
“Wait what hey hahahah alright Sure go ahead talk that smack when u can barely even keep up with me hahahahah” I bantered back at his statement that thankfully brought me out of my speaking rut for the moment.
“Oh well hi.” she said sticking out her hand to shake mind as I stupidly rushed into to shake hers as well leading to a very awkward handshake as she finished with “ My name is Shelly.”
“So you being a receiver and all I assume you’re already becoming pretty good friends with Brad…” she trailed off sadly as if this was extremely disconcerting news.
“Umm…NOOO!!!” I shouted in a disgruntled manner.
“Oh really!…” she said obviously excited by this fact ,“ I just thought-”
“Oh no no no, they don’t see eye to eye what so ever they have underlying personal issues.” Brat said quickly cutting her off.
“Oh I see like what?” she asked and thankfully Bart decided to ignore that one and get out of the seat we were sharing and moved into the one with Dirk so Shelly and I could share a seat.
As we sat there next to each other we began to talk. Our neighborhood was quite far from the school so we had nearly 30 minutes to talk to one another as the bus ride was under way. We somehow managed to get to the topic of how athletic she was and I started asking her why she didn’t do any school sports then and she shocked me.
“Well I’m kinda training for the Olympics for women’s soccer and I as of this moment am only 2 spots away from making the cut.”
“Wow.” I said astonished just staring at her
“Nice reaction there stud muffin.”
“Oh sorry” I said shyly as I averted my eyes.
“Hahaha its fine hot stuff.” she said jokingly.
We continued to talk and get to know one another and we began to realize how much we had in common. She loved the classics just like me! When I say classics I mean the ones that pertain to comedies such as Abbott and Costello and also the king of satire THE JEW MEL FREAKING BROOKS! There are not many who still respect such artistry with the bounds he was under with such constrained budgets and talent.
“So when are you going to jump up the last two spots?” I asked going back to our previous line of conversation.
Well right now someone would have to get hit by a bus but the coach says that if I work on my pk’s and my overall jumping and running height and speed that I could make the cut no problem because I have endless ball skills is what she told me I’m just currently lacking in the physical department because I don’t enjoy running alone to condition” she rambled but not in the overly confident or snobby way more like the disappointed unsure if she could ever make those steps way.
“Maybe you should run with Joe he’s really good he whoops me by miles” Bart exclaimed jumping in.
“well I wouldn’t say I’m all that gre…” I tried to play it down before being cut off by Shelly
“wait really he’s better than you I had finally just reached your level of running so maybe if I can reach where Joe is then I could make the team!” she exclaimed excitedly.
“Whoa hold your horses I’m almost positive Joe wasn’t running his fastest and didn’t want to be first by too much so I wouldn’t make such a large goal sis.” Bart said lowering her excitement.
“What do you mean? Just exactly how fast is he?” she questioned.
“Well I’d say it took me 47 minutes to run to tommy lees but Bart was a few tracks ahead of me and after words he said h had to stop and figure out where he was going twice” Bart tattled on me.
“Hey I said not to tell anybody I got lost man!” I exclaimed honestly this whole little detail may have skipped my mind earlier so I didn’t really want to relate it.
Then I saw Shelly doing or at least attempting for all I knew the math on the mile time I had been running. Then she whipped around and slapped her brother yell “Hey I knew you’d been holding back on me during our runs you little ass wipe!”
I just had to start laughing watching big Bart there get beaten up and cringe in fear at his little big sister moments like that are priceless.
Just then the bus slams us back into reality with its crappy bus brakes. We realize it’s our stop and she has to go in the opposite direction and I had invited over the guys on the bus, my new friends, to my house to chill. Just then Bart runs off with Dirk and says last one out has to walk his sister home while giving me a wink he grabs Dirk and runs off. I am alone with Shelly and get up and allow her to step out into the aisle and leave in front of me. Of course it was the courtesy in the 50s’ but maybe not so much anymore and I face palmed myself when she walked past in front giggling when she couldn’t see me. As we got off she stumbled and I caught her and it was just like one of those cheesy romantic chick flick movies and I even stared deep in her eyes and grew a husky voice and exuding lots of manliness grunted “ you okay there my little ballerina twirling and falling over yourself.” I winked to make her feel the humor in the statement and not make it too awkward. Of course regardless I felt like a total stud at that point for like a second before I realized I’m still a weird little nerd at heart.
As I lifted her back up and set her on her feet she grabbed my hand and held my hand the whole way to her house as I just tried to keep up conversation and not let my jaw hang down and drool too much as to avoid creeping her out. She was great though since she would call me out on it jokingly and give me reassuring winks that it was okay because she kinda liked me too apparently. After a few minutes of talking about anything and everything about ourselves we reached her house. I let go of her hand and watched as she walked up the steps as she fished out her keys. She unlocked the door opened it a tad and looked back. Even though I was looking right at her I wasn’t paying much attention to her head movement indicating to come in and follow her in.
“Are you coming in with me or not?” She whispered flirtatiously.
“Oh um is it alright with urn parents and stuff?”
“Well they aren’t here and won’t be for a couple hours but I’m sure they won’t mind”
“Well sure I’ll just text my parents and tell them I’m at a friend’s house and will be home in a couple hours.”
“Alright sounds good stud”
“Ha-ha alright” I said as I put away my phone after sending the text to my mother and father.
I’m just happy that at the end of the text I said I loved them both because I would have been even more torn up with the events that were to come if I hadn’t told them that…
Now I know this chapter is a lot shorter but it just so happens that I’ve written his one around ten times and kept losing it b not saving and just leaving it open like a klutz so in retrospect this is one of my many versions I didn’t like compared to the others but still you all need something to read so hell why not?!?!
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Eliza’s Rape
Beautiful Eliza gets raped by a teen who goes to her school.
Trip To Vegas (Part III)
(Part III)
Kelli and I walked into the restaurant and were seated quickly. As the hostess led us through the restaurant, I spotted a cozy booth in a dark corner and asked her if we could be seated there which the hostess readily agreed to. As I walked behind Kelli to the booth, I watched her curves move with grace as she took each step. It was surprising that this was the same girl that was sitting across from me in the car a short while ago pleading with me to slide my cock out so that she could snap a picture for Jessica. Although I may have played like I was hesitant, there was really no way I could have said no to Kelli, especially when, as part of the negotiation, she agreed I could get a picture of her.
We had pulled off on one of the few off ramps along the route in dessert between California and Nevada where the road from the off ramp leads far off into the deep abyss of the dessert. We still had some sun left and no sooner then I had stopped, Kelli was smiling and asking to see my cock. The sound of those words coming out of her mouth was a huge turn on for me. I needed to get all I could out of the experience. I slowly and shyly pulled down the zipper, undid my belt and slid my pants down just enough so she could see a the bulge in my underwear. I watched her face for a reaction. Her checks were flush, she bit her lower lip and made a soft moan that made me wonder if that was the sound she made when she came. I pulled down the top of my underwear and exposed just a bit more. Her bit lip turned into the smile.
“mmmmmm” Kelli moaned again, this time a bit louder and said “your killing me…show me more”.
” I think it would go better if you would let me see you at the same time”. I said
I expected at least some argument from her on this, but I did not realize how much a women of her word Kelli was. Without saying a word, she sat back in her seat and untucked her shirt from the top of her pants and unbuttoned the button on her pants and then slowly pulled down on the zipper exposing her sheer black panties.
“Is this what you want to see?” Kelli said in a coy voice looking straight in to my eyes. She already knew the answer which was good because I could barely respond with a sound.
“umhm”
She slipped her shoes off, exposing a set of manicured black painted toenails, that made me wonder if there was a single spot on this women that was not perfect. Her hands pushed down on her pants and she slid them to mid thigh. As she lifted her ass from the seat I watched intently as the exposed curve of her ass flex and then sit back down in the seat. She took a moment to run her hand down the inside of her thigh and then over her panties with one finger over the outside of her pussy and clit. The finger slid to the top and pushed down exposing her hair line. She looked shaved, but there was just enough hint of stubble that I could make out the outline of her pubic hair. Her hand pushed down as far as her panty would stretch and I watched as the top folds of her pussy and then her clit emerged. Her ass lifted off the seat again and she slid her panties down and then covered up her pussy with a hand and turned to me and said “Your turn”.
I mimicked her moves and slid my underwear off exposing a cock that was dripping clear precum and throbbing with each beat of my racing heart. Kelli moved the hand off her pussy exposing two lips that were slightly darker than then rest of her skin and a clit that peered out from its hood.
In a soft voice she said “Nice……Now spread your legs a little more so I can see your balls”. She picked up the camera and snapped a picture and sent it.
“Now stroke it a little…..Slowly…Yes….Nice”, she snapped another picture.
“Now let me get a close up of your dripping wet head. Grab your shaft….squeeze it hard…make it look like it is going to explode”…..She purred.
At this point she had her knees on the seat, turned around towards me, she was half naked and she was within inches of my cock. She took one hand of the phone and with the same finger she had run over her pussy she touched the tip of my cock and slid her finger down the length of my cock. It felt like electricity on my body and I was barely able to breath. I reached up around the back of her head and pulled her closer kissing her lips in a kiss that seemed to go on forever. Her soft moist lips barely touched me, then pressed firmer and then I felt her tongue against mine. I pulled her closer making her place a knee on the console and slid my hand between her thighs. She shifted her weight ever so slightly so I could slide my hand up higher up to the edge of her folds. I turned my hand and curled my finger, sliding it between her pussy lips feeling her moisture drip down as I spread her open. She moaned softly as we continued to kiss and I could hear and feel her moan in my throat.
The phone buzzed and we were brought out of the trance we had fallen into. It was Jessica. She had gotten the first picture and was asking to know when I could get together with her.
“LUV 2CU 2nite!?”
(End of Part III) More to come……
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C-FAST part 1
An encounter in a chat room results in an introduction to a school offering specialised training for adults
Joe chapter 11
Joe has had a very interesting junior year. Things are a little weird as he tries to juggle between Cynthia and secretly see her little sister Bella too.
Daddy comes home from work (pt. 8)
A few days had passed since my daughter and I’s fuck on the couch. Thinking about that still gave me wood. sometimes when I was working on a car I would be laying under it and remembered how she rode my cock and playing with her small tits while ground up and down on my shaft.
I didn’t work tonight so my wife asked me to go pick up Rosie from cheer-leading practice while she cooked dinner. Usually when I’m off I do the cooking, but tonight she offered to so I wasn’t going to argue, plus it gave me some alone time with my daughter and she looked so good in that little cheerleader outfit. I grabbed my keys and headed off to the middle school practice field to go pick her up. I got there just a little before they got done so I found a spot kinda close to park and sat and watched them finish up. After about ten minutes or so of watching Rosie get tossed around and doing flips they all filed out to there perspective rides and said bye to each other.
Rosie lit up when she saw me and ran the rest of the way to the car. She ran around to the passenger side and flew in the car and gave me a big hug then kissed me a little to passionately for being in public. I quickly pulled her off and looked around. Everyone else sitting around was to preoccupied loading there children in the car and trying to leave so no one noticed. As soon as I made sure we weren’t spotted I felt her flop into the seat next to me and her hand starts rubbing its way up my thigh to my crotch. “I’ve missed you Daddy. I hoped you’d make some time to see me before to long.”
“Ok baby, I missed you too, but you need to calm down before someone sees us and I get into trouble for molesting my own daughter.”
“Oh Daddy, no ones paying attention to us. All the mom’s are in too much of a rush to get home to pay attention and most of the dad’s are trying not to get caught checking out there own daughters.” She said while she started trying to unbutton my jeans.
“Whoa baby, at least let me get us out of the parking lot. Scoot over to your seat and put your seatbelt on.” I tried not to yell at her but I was really worried about getting caught on school grounds. She slid to her own seat and buckled up and I made my way out of the parking lot and on the road. When I got on the road I looked over at her and she had slid her bloomers and panties down and was slowly fingering her tight little pussy while watching me drive.
“I want you Daddy, I wanna feel you inside of me.”
“Oh, you naughty little slut. Fine, get over here but stay low so no one sees you.” She quickly yanked her seatbelt off and dove into my lap and immediately had my pants undone and my cock out and in her mouth. She was laying on her belly across the front seat and her skirt was still up around her waist from her playing with her pussy so I could now see her tight perky little ass hanging out. I took the steering with with my left hand and reached my right over and started massaging her ass and sliding my finger up and down the crack of it and around to her wet little cunt. I dug my finger into her pussy and she moaned on my cock. I started fingering her with my middle finger getting her good and wet, then I slid my finger back out and up around her anus then back to her pussy. I kept this up getting her asshole wet and lubricated then took my middle finger and started poking it into hers tight ass. When I got it in about to the first knuckle she let out a deep moan and started sucking on my balls while furiously jerking my cock with her left hand. I shoved my finger into the second knuckle and she let out a little squeal and her body shuttered. I think she was enjoying this. I pulled it out and dunked it deep into her pussy one more time then plunged it as deep as it would go into my daughters tight asshole.
“OH fuck Daddy, that feels soo good. Finger my ass, but find somewhere to park because I need you. My little pussy has been aching for you Daddy. It needs a good fucking.”
“Way ahead of you baby-girl,” I told her as I was making the exit to a nice little park where we could have some privacy. I kept pumping my finger in and out of her ass as she kept greedily sucking on my cock and playing with my balls. I pulled my finger out of her ass and pulled her skirt down as we pulled into the park so no one would see her ass through the window. I wasn’t really worried since my truck is pretty tall anyway, which is part of the reason why I didn’t stop her assault on my cock with her mouth. Plus, it felt really great. I got around the park and finally found a deserted section of parking and pulled my truck into a spot. As soon as I turned off the engine Rosie popped up and straddled me, lining her young pussy entrance to my fully erect cock and lowers herself down onto me. We both let out a moan when she sunk herself down onto me then she started bouncing up and down wasting no time fucking me deep and hard.
“Oh Daddy, I missed your cock. Oh it feels so good inside me, I love fucking your big dick Daddy, Ahhh…” She almost yelled out at me as she continued to fuck herself with my cock. I reached my right hand around and started playing with her asshole while she fucked me while other slid up her shirt and began fondling her little tits. “OH yeah Daddy, stick you finger up my ass while I fuck you.” To which I complied. I rammed my middle finger all the way back up her ass and started working it in and out as she ground down on my cock hard. “OH Daddy, I’m cumming for you. Oh, yyeaahhhh…” She wailed as she was overcome with and intense orgasm. I felt her body go rigid against me and her pussy walls clenched down around my cock and that sent me over the edge. I let loose a massive load of cum deep into her little hole. “OH I can feel you filling me up with you cum Daddy, Yes, dump your cum inside me Daddy, it feels so good” she said as she continued to twitch from her orgasm and I twitched inside her.
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Diary of a Slave Merchant – 2008 (part 4)
A man chronicles his life as a merchant of sex slaves.
Deeper
He Liked To Go Deep Into Me
When I Was a Teen.
The summer I was 12 my sisters and I played games
Honey Coated Walls
You Sweet, and dripping with Want
The teacher’s pet pt.2
Mr.Lake’s favorite student earns extra credit
Celestial Nirvana: The Series
An enlightened young man uses philosophy and psychology to unlock the souls of those around him.
Spanking our Neighbor
A story, nothing more than a fantasy. I welcome any comments and please try to remember…it’s a difficult endeavor to write a story.
The Devil’s Pact Chapter 51: The Morning Star
Lilith is dead; Lucifer has been freed.
A Day with the family
First let’s start with a little background. My name is Lana; I am 21 years old, 5’7”, 130lbs., and 34DD-24-35. I have naturally brown hair that I often die different colors depending on my mood. I grew up in a very sexually open family. By that I mean my parents raised us as nudists and they were swingers. They were always very open with my sister and me about sex, teaching us from an early age that sex is a natural thing and all creatures do it. They took a hands on approach to our sexual education, calling the crap they taught in schools a complete waste of time.
From an early age we were taught all the parts of the body, including the sexual ones, and what they were used for. We were shown various sexual acts as well. By the age of 10 I knew all about the sex, blowjobs, hand jobs, anal, and just about anything else you can think of. I read about them, saw them performed, and talked with my parents about it all. By the time I was 11 I was eager to try out some of what I had learned. With the help of mom and dad I gave my first blowjob, jerked my first cock, sucked my first pussy and had mine sucked in return by both a man and a woman. As I said; we are a VERY sexually open family. Nothing was ever forced, and it certainly didn’t screw me up in the head. If anything I am a better lover for it. I am adventurous and willing to try new things. How can that be a bad thing?
After I started performing sexual acts my parents thought me old enough to teach me about the “other side” of sex. They showed me all the sexual acts the general population considers nasty and taboo. Having sex with my parents was incest, I knew, but I saw nothing wrong with it. No one forced me into it and I initiated everything when I felt I was ready for it, not them. They showed me pictures and videos of various acts of depravity. Their one and only rule when it came to sex was we had to try something at least twice before determining if we hated it or not. I saw pictures of people in various forms of bondage, getting peed on, fisted, and tortured with hot wax and needles, and having sex with all kinds of animals. I saw gangbangs, creampies, interracial, incest, all manner of object inserted in pussy and ass alike. I saw man on man, woman on woman, and even some shemales and hermaphrodites. Most people would think my parents are nut cases for teaching us all of that at such an early age but I think they are the smartest people on the planet. They taught us everything we need to know and allowed us to experiment as we saw fit; that way we had no reason to sneak around behind their backs or get into something we weren’t fully prepared for.
My sister Erica was born when I was 7. I had several years of “training” under my belt when she was born and aided mom and dad in her sexual training when she turned 10. This particular story takes place when I am 20 and Erica is 13 so we both have a fair knowledge of sex and what we like and don’t like.
Before I go into the details of what took place with my family today let me say that, as I sit here writing this, I am still shaking from an overload of pain and pleasure. What took place today was nothing short of pure torturous pleasure. Despite all that I have done in the past nothing could have prepared me for what I went through at the hands of my own family. And I love them deeply for it.
Part One: A date with Sampson
When I got to my parents house everyone was of course naked. I wasted no time in stripping off my clothing. As I walked into the living room I saw Sampson, my parents black lab, laying there sleeping. I looked at him somewhat nervously as he was the reason I was there. I talked with my family for a while; catching up on things and then it started turning to sex as it always does with us.
During out talks they informed me they had two HUGE secrets for me today. All the while I was sitting there talking I noticed my sister looking rather anxious. She seemed about to burst at the seams in anticipation of telling me the huge news. Finally it came out; my mom and sister Erica are pregnant. They were positively ecstatic about it. I congratulated them but I was kind of jealous my younger sister got knocked up before me.
I tried getting the other huge secret from them but they said that it would have to wait until my date with Sampson was over. I kept looking at the big dog. Although I have had sex with a dog twice in the past I have never been with Sampson. I was assured by mom and my sister that he was a very well trained lover. Unlike them I still wasn’t sure I was doing the right thing. They encouraged me to go for it and enjoy the AMAZINGLY GREAT sex only a dog can provide.
All the while I was thinking of my past encounters with the old family dog. Although it was pleasurable I could never get over the guilty feeling that came with doing something so taboo. I was close to backing out several times but they kept encouraging me to do it. “Do it this one time honey”, my mom said. “And if you don’t love it we will never bring it up again.” She planted a kiss on my lips and lowered me to my knees. I got on all fours in anticipation. Within moments I could feel his fat, rough tongue licking at my pussy and ass. I had my eyes closed and when his tongue hit me I jumped in surprise. It has been a few years since I was last with a dog and I had forgotten how skilled they were at licking a pussy.
As he licked away I kept trying to imagine it was my girlfriend licking me but it was no use. Even as good as she is she has nothing on a dog. I started getting that guilt feeling and told them to make him stop. I wanted to stop. They of course wanted me to go to the end. With their encouragement I allowed the dog to continue licking both holes. Within minutes my pussy was dripping wet from the dog’s saliva and my own juices. His tongue was pushing into me further than any human tongue could reach. Despite my brain telling me this was utterly perverted and wrong my pussy was telling me to get more. Against my will I started pushing back on his snout trying to take his tongue deeper in me. Soon after, my mouth betrayed me as well and I started moaning.
Just as I was getting into the act it stopped. I actually sighed when his tongue left my pussy. As he was being dragged back I was pushing back in the hopes of one more lick. Then the BIG moment came. I felt his weight on my back. I looked back to see Erica guide his big red cock to my pussy. He slammed into me like a jackhammer. I had forgotten how fast and hard dogs can fuck but he quickly reminded me. He was fucking me so forcefully he was pushing me forwards, his paws wrapped around my waist scratched my sides and hips as he rammed in deeper and harder. My brain finally revolted on me as well and all I could think about was taking his cock in me. I wanted him to make me his bitch and, to my embarrassment, I voiced it. I was moaning and begging him to fuck me forever.
When I felt his knot swelling huge in me I knew in the back of my mind I was his. I knew that this was not going to be the last time he took me as his mate. Twenty minutes and 4 orgasms later he finally pulled out of me with a pop. My parents and sister sat there watching it all. They all said how proud they were of me for getting over my fears of doing it with a dog and just knew I would love what else was planned for me today.
Part Two: Gang Bang Initiations
After my “date” with Sampson I was licked clean by Erica and then fucked by dad as I ate mom’s pussy. We then all got cleaned up and piled in the car to grab a late lunch. All the while all I could think about was Sampson fucking me. Unlike in the past, I had no feelings of guilt. I was actually shaking from excitement as I thought of the next time I would take his cock in me. I even thought of it going in my ass and that sent shivers down my spine.
After lunch I figured we would head home and spend the rest of the day having sex of one sort or another. I was hoping to have another go at Sampson at least one more time. I was wrong. We headed out of the city and out into the middle of nowhere. I kept asking where the hell we were going but no one would tell me. “It’s a surprise” Erica said. I could tell she wanted to tell me but she kept her mouth shut.
We arrived about two hours later at some farm in the middle of nowhere. We drove up to the house where there were about 20 other cars parked in the driveway and yard. I could hear music playing in the house. I was actually getting worried when mom put her arm around me and pulled me close. “You did so great with Sampson that we all just knew you were ready” she said to me smiling. Ready for what, I asked? “Today you are going to join our little club” she said. And with that she walked on to the house alongside dad and Erica.
When I entered the house I knew at once I was in for some serious shit. Inside, fully naked, were nearly twenty guys and half a dozen women. Some were talking but most were engaged in sexual acts. When I walked in they cleared a circle in the middle of the room. I was placed on all fours without a word and within moments I had a cock pushing in my mouth and down my throat. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK I jumped forward taking the cock fully down my throat as someone behind me started smacking my ass with what felt like a belt. I moved to protest but the man fucking my face pulled me back to his cock and the spanking continued. The man came down my throat and moved off to other things. Another man took his place. I felt hands on my ass and I braced myself for another round of brutal spanking. It never came. The hands on my ass rubbed my ass gently and moved to my pussy. Soon I felt fingers spreading my lips open and a tongue start licking me. It felt good and took my mind off the pain in my ass.
With a cock in my mouth and tongue and fingers in my pussy I was soon squirting my juices all over the woman’s face as I exploded in orgasm. I lay there a moment still on all fours, head resting in my arms on the floor. I felt fingers on my pussy again and them something cold. OUCH! I yelped as the cold object snapped tightly shut on one pussy lip. FUCK! I screamed as another closed on the other side. I looked back under me to see two metallic objects hanging from my pussy lips. At first I thought they had pierced me but I soon realized they were clamps. The woman hung small weights on them and I could feel and see my pussy lips stretching down. The moved to my tits and did the same thing there. Then I was made to walk on all fours around the room offering myself to whoever wanted me. My tits swaying back and forth from the clamps, my nipples and pussy stretching with every movement I made.
I looked around the room to find my family. I saw Erica laying face up on one guy, his cock in her ass as another was over her with his cock buried in her now pregnant pussy. I could not find mom or dad anywhere and assumed they were in another room. I was wrong on that account as well.
For the better part of 3 hours I was fucked in every hole in every way imaginable. I was double and triple penetrated, took two cocks in pussy at same time, two cocks in ass at same time, fisted in both holes, pissed on and made to drink it, and took load after load in all my holes. After all of this I was finally allowed a short rest. I showered to get the dried cum off of me and out of my hair, grabbed a drink and talked with Erica about what the hell was going on. She told me very little and it was starting to piss me off. All she would say was to be strong. The hardest part is yet to come. I had no idea what she was talking about but she sure as hell wasn’t kidding.
Part Three: Gang Bang 2, Animal style
While talking with my sister about what was going on I heard several dogs barking in the next room. I visibly shivered and my pussy tingled at what I knew was about to happen. In front of a crowd I was going to be fucked by dogs. It sounded like several dogs and I figured the other women would be joining me in this humiliation. I am glad this wasn’t a test as I have been wrong all damn day.
We entered the party room and the furniture had been moved to the back walls. Being held at bay by the guys were six large dogs; two labs, a Dalmatian, a German Sheppard, a St Bernard, and a boxer. GREAT! I thought; six dogs for six girls. This wasn’t going to be so bad. At least we would all suffer the humiliation together. WRONG, WRONG, WRONG.
Some woman I didn’t know led me to the clearing and lowered me to all fours. She kissed me deeply and whispered in my ear, “Enjoy your doggy gang bang dear.” OH SHIT! It suddenly dawned on me that the humiliation was all mine. I hung my head and prepared for it to begin. One after the other the dogs took me. They fucked their new bitch like I was the last one on the planet. While one fucked into my pussy or ass I sucked on another. I was never big on sucking dog cock but I was lost. I had abandoned all shame and modesty and just said the hell with it. I did whatever they wanted of me. I took those big red cocks in my mouth and throat and swallowed all of the cum they shot at me. All around me I heard cheers.
Finally it was over. I collapsed to the floor completely exhausted. It was then I saw my parents had returned to the party. I have never seen them look so happy in all my life. I was stood up, blindfolded and, with the help of my mom, taken outside. We were well off the road so I didn’t really worry about cars seeing me naked. I was taken into another building. I heard a large door sliding closed behind me. I was placed in some sort of bench. I could feel the wood on my naked skin. My legs were raised, pulled apart, and strapped in place. My arms got the same treatment. I was still blindfolded and could see nothing around me. I knew I was in a barn since I could hear the horses neighing. I heard the clopping sound of a horse walking around. I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that I knew what was coming next but I hoped I was just being paranoid. Although I couldn’t feel the horse touching me I got the sudden feeling one was standing over me.
PLEASE, I begged. Don’t do this to me. He is too big. He will rip me open. I started crying at the thought of a horse fucking me. Dogs were one thing. I have never seen a horse cock but I imagined it had to be fucking huge and would split me open. I tried thrashing about but the straps holding me in place were secured tightly and I was going nowhere. Suddenly a bright light hit my eyes as the blindfold was removed. I was still crying and pleading with them not to do this. My mom appeared at my side. She wiped the tears from my face and kissed my cheek.
“You have taken many cocks tonight.” She said “you have been opened up more and more as the day went on to prepare you for this moment. Your holes are ready to take the ultimate cock.” “I am proud of you honey”, she said kissing me on the lips this time. She took a few steps back and started stroking the horses cock. I looked on in surprise as it grew and grew and grew. Two feet of horse cock hung there. It looked thicker than my arm. As mom stroked and licked the horse cock I looked around the room. I was on some kind of bench. My legs were strapped open wide to give the horse easy access to my holes. I noticed it was also adjustable and there were pieces on it I had no idea what their purpose.
The moment finally came. Mom led the horse further over my body. His cock was in line with my pussy. I heard several clanks and the bench jerked as I was raised a little to better meet the huge cock. Erica started rubbing the huge cock on my pussy. It gave a thrust and everything went black for a moment. Although I had taken a LOT of cocks and been stretched open I was not prepared for the horse ramming into me. When I came to I thought the horse rammed all two feet into me. I could feel him still thrusting deep in me. His cock had pushed past my cervix and he was fucking into my womb. It was then I realized what a few of the pieces were for. They prevented the horse from ramming all two feet of cock in me and possibly killing me with it.
Seeing how I wasn’t dead and in no apparently danger of being so, I tried to relax and enjoy my first horse cock. Again there was cheering all around me as the crowd watched my degradation. I felt a sudden pain in my guts and something shooting deep in me. The horse had just come in my womb. It felt like a fire hose going off in me. It withdrew and it’s cum gushed from my ruined hole.
The horse was taken away and another brought out. The process was repeated again only this time it was aimed at my ass. After the second horse fucked my ass and his cum leaked out of me I was left there to rest for a while. All around me I heard people saying things like “What a good slut” and “good show”. My mind was swimming. My body ached from all the sex but my mind wanted more. I heard myself tell someone, anyone, to put another horse in my cunt. They quickly obliged and I was filled yet again. I felt it shoot off in me and once again my holes gaped empty. I just knew my holes were forever ruined by all of this.
I was left lying there again and I looked about as several guys moved things around and brought in tables and trays and all kinds of equipment. I took this moment to talk to mom again. “This is the last part of your initiation” she told me. “After this you are one of the group.” I had no idea what she was talking about but I was glad to hear this was all going to be over soon.
Part Four: Exquisite Torture
I was finally untied from the bench and allowed to stretch and walk around some. My arms and legs were numb from being in the same position all that time and it took me a moment to get my footing. I sat back down on the bench watching everything going on. My dad came over to me and told me to stand. I did so without question. He placed leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles and led me to the center of the barn. It was then I saw hooks on the floor and rafters above. My legs were spread about two feet apart and secured to the hooks by padlocks. My wrists were secured to the hooks above by what looked like a metal cable used for bike locks. A small table to my right was uncovered revealing a ball gag, crops, floggers, paddles, and several other instruments.
My dad picked up the ball gag and placed it in my mouth, strapping to securely in place. He then picked up a flogger and started lightly hitting my body with it. Although hitting all over, he concentrated on my tits, pussy, and ass; hitting harder and harder with each stroke. I could see my tits turning red with each hit. He laid that one down and picked up a crop. He swatted my tits and pussy with it with some force and I screamed into the gag. Bored with the crop he picked up what looked like a thin bamboo stick and without warning brought it across my tits. I screamed bloody murder into the gag. My tits burned but he wasn’t done yet. WHACK! WHACK! Two more strikes to my tits. I could see the welts rising big and red. WHACK! My pussy erupted in pain and orgasm. As he landed a second hit to my pussy I could feel the juiced squirting from my. Once again my body betrayed me. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK he struck my sides. Large, nasty red welts appeared almost at once. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I tried moving away from the pain in my ass bit there was no use. Although I couldn’t see it I knew my ass was covered in welts as well.
He walked in front of me once again and removed the gag. I was sobbing hysterically. He picked up what looked like a long, thin leather paddle. “I am going to give you four swats to the tits, two on the pussy, and ten on that sweet ass of yours” he said. I started crying even harder. “After every swat you will count the swat and thank me do you understand?” he said. I nodded my head while begging him to please stop.
He walked around me several times; sliding the paddle along my shaking body the whole time. I tried to anticipate where he was going to strike but it was useless. He brought it down on my ass. I screamed out and sobbed even more. “You forgot to count and thank me slut” I heard him say. “That one doesn’t count.”
After what seemed an eternity he finally stopped. My body was in so much pain I felt like passing out but couldn’t.
One of the women that fisted me earlier took his place in front of me. She was beautiful and if she wasn’t about to torture me I would probably like her a lot. She took some thin black rope from a table and started tying it around me. She tightly bound my breasts with it and brought it down between my pussy lips and up my back. She made sure to pull it hard so it dug in my pussy deep. My tits were stuck out and turning purple from being tied so tight. She uncovered another tray and my heart skipped a beat. She lit a long, thin candle and once it started melting dripped the hot wax all over my throbbing tits and down my body. Several times she moved the flame close to the skin and I screamed out as I felt my skin getting really hot. It was never enough to actually cause a burn but it hurt like hell none the less. She slowly peeled the wax from my body and I felt a little relief. She unbound my tits and pussy next and pain shot though them as the blood returned. She sucked my nipples and slid her fist in my pussy. It slid in with ease and she smiled at that. I screamed out again as I felt a pain in my nipple. She just bit me; AND HARD.
She uncovered a small tray and I shook my head and begged them to just let me go. She placed the gag back in my mouth and kissed my nipples. From the tray she picked up one of about fifty needles. She scraped it across my tits and then tapped it in place in my left tit. Over and over she continued placing the needles in my tits. Two were placed through each nipple; one vertical and the other horizontal. It looked like thin metal crosses in each nipple. Next she knelt down in front of me. She pulled my pussy lips hard and the pain flooded my pussy as a needle was pushed thru. Again and again my pussy was stuck with the needles. In the end I had about a dozen needles in each tit and at least a dozen in my pussy.
Slowly she removed the needles and swabbed all the holes with rubbing alcohol. It burned like hell and I had yet another orgasm. “Only one last thing before you are done and can finally rest” she said. A man rolled a cart over it looked like a small BBQ and it had hot coals in it. He took an implement out of it and I knew what was going to happen. I couldn’t tell what it was going to be but I knew I was about to be branded. He placed the hot metal on my left hip and I blacked out for the third or fourth time today. When I awoke I was lying on a soft bed. My entire body ached. I went to look at the brand but it was covered up. My mom, who was sitting in the room with me, said not to bother it for a few days. She told me it was a small rose and she was jealous I got it. “Only the biggest pain sluts get branded” she said. “You were AMAZING today and we are all proud of you.” I started crying again and hugged her tight.
I knew she was right. I was a fucking pain slut. Although I cried and fought it I loved everything they did to me today and deep down I wanted more. On the way back to my parent’s house I decided to get a dog of my own.
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