19 7 / 2014
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This narrative is a letter from a close friend who
asked me to publish it for her. I cannot authenticate
the story but I have never known her to deliberately
give me false information. I shall call her Debra for
the purpose of identification. She is 39 yrs old and
has a daughter of 17, Lena who is studying at a
college near to the family home.
A few days ago, Lena went away with another girl on
her course, Francine Renshawe, to study their subject
within the industry. She asked me to pick her up on
the Friday evening about 4.00pm from this Francine’s
home. I had the address and had telephoned Mrs.
Renshawe to ask her directions which were freely
given. I explained to Mrs. Renshawe that I would wait
in my car by her drive, as I knew that on Fridays the
menfolk usually finished in the office quite early.
My husband was usually home by 4.30 on Friday, but
this particular weekend he had to attend some
symposium or suchlike.
Mrs. Renshawe would not hear of it and told me just
to continue on up their drive. Apparently there was
no Mr. Renshawe, well not in residence anyway!
I arrived earlier than I expected, parked the car in
the drive and rang the doorbell. There was no answer
so after trying again I wondered, as it was such a
glorious day and me being early, if Mrs. Renshawe was
perhaps in the garden. I walked around the side of
the house and found myself looking at quite a large
garden. I heard a woman’s voice, “No you are a
naughty boy and mummy is cross, mummy has a guest
coming and you must behave.” I walked across the
grass, there being no discernable path, towards the
area from which I thought the voice came thinking
that perhaps Francine had a much younger brother.
There was a woman about my own age sitting on a
lounger with her back to me, I was about to speak
when I saw that it was not a child to whom she was
speaking but a dog. I was surprised that the dog had
neither heard nor sensed my approach but I realised
that there was a slight breeze blowing towards me,
the reason I had heard the voice so clearly and part
of the reason the dog had not sensed me. I literally
stopped in my tracks. It was a male dog and his
maleness was very evident. A very large red cock was
protruding from his furry sheath and what held me
back was the fact that a female hand was gently
massaging it. I was not sure if I was appalled but I
was mesmerized. I know that I should have turned away
or made my presence known. “You be a good boy,” she
said, “and mummy will give you a present but you are
to stay out here until you can behave.”
What I had seen of the woman, her back view, had led
me to believe that she was dressed but in fact she
was only wearing a blouse. As she stood I could see
that she was naked from the waist down. Still facing
away from me I watched her spread her legs and bend
at the knees. Immediately the dog put his head
between her legs and it was obvious that he was
licking her cunt. I felt myself immediately moisten;
I knew my panties were already damp. I knew that I
was fortunate to be standing on grass so I retraced
my steps to the front of the house. I sat in the car
for a few minutes to compose myself and then noticing
that it was almost 4.00pm got out and rang the bell.
The door opened and there she was dressed in a light
wrap around skirt and the same blouse she had been
wearing in the garden. One glance told me that she
Taller than me she was an elegant woman; a light
makeup highlighted her natural features.
"Hello, You must be Lena’s mother, please come in. I
believe you are Debra, and you must call me Heather.
Come in and sit down. I am afraid the girls are going
to be a little later than planned. The Managing
Director has taken them out for the afternoon as
apparently both girls have done very well, it was a
surprise and Francine suggested to Lena that she let
you arrive here at 4.00 as apparently your husband is
away for the weekend and I am alone in any case.”
I was rather surprised at the assumption made by this
woman’s daughter and indeed Lena that I might need
company but there was no point in driving home just
to return in a couple of hours.
I realised that Heather was asking me a question.
She smiled and repeated, “Can I get you a drink, Gin
and Tonic, Vodka, anything and by the way Lena said
if you did have a couple of drinks not to worry she
would drive home as the outing was not a drinking
session with this MD”
I had to smile and asked for a gin and tonic with
plenty of ice. Heather opened a drinks cabinet for
the gin and I was quite surprised to see that the
matching cupboard below was in fact a refrigerator
for the ice and the tonics. As she bent over I found
myself wondering if she had put on panties as well as
the skirt. My unasked question was answered
Heather closed the door of the fridge with her hip at
the same time turning towards me to ask if she had
given sufficient ice. Her skirt was caught in the
door and was no longer wrapped around. I found myself
staring at an obviously aroused cunt devoid of hair.
The lips were engorged and even across the room I
could see them glisten.
Heather pulled her skirt free and glanced at me
giving me a half smile. She was aware that I had seen
her condition. After adding tonic at my direction she
sashied across the room allowing the now disarranged
skirt to open as far as mid thigh with each step. As
she paused to hand me the glass she stood much closer
than was strictly necessary and I detected the faint
but unmistakable smell of an aroused woman. Without
conscious effort my nipples reacted to the smell and
hardened and even though I was wearing a bra. My
nipples which, as you dear Alexis already know, are
rather large, they became very obvious indeed I
hadn’t had sex for some time, Edward always being
busy and I found myself reacting, not only to this
sensuous woman, but also to what I had seen earlier.
I was by now quite wet and knew that I too was very
Heather asked if she could freshen my drink, I nodded
'yes' and as she moved to fetch my glass her skirt,
which she must have deliberately loosened still
further, opened as far as her crotch and I was seeing
her cunt as she walked.
When she returned my glass I asked if I could use her
loo’. Instead of directing me she told me that she
would show me. She indicated a door just off the
hall, a downstairs cloakroom. As she stood in the
hall I deliberately left the door open as I lifted my
skirt, lowered my panties, and sitting with my legs
wide open, I had a pee.
"Oh wow Debra, I think I need to take a pee too." she
said, and loosened the skirt allowing it to fall to
the floor and then unfastened her blouse and allowed
that to fall too. She was naked except for her shoes.
I didn’t speak, but continued to sit with my legs
open wide; I too unfastened my blouse and my bra. I
then unfastened my skirt. Standing to let it slip to
the floor, I slipped my panties off too and pushed
the four items into the hall. I had not felt so horny
and reckless for years. I felt myself prepared to do
anything this sexual woman wanted to do. I noticed
that the floor was tiled; in fact the cloakroom
sported a shower. Heather came and stood right in
front of me. I put out my hand and cupped her cunt
pushing two fingers into her very wet channel
"Debra, I really need to pee, if you don’t stop I may
find myself peeing onto your hand.”
"Then pee" I said and immediately felt first a
trickle of warm liquid then a gush as she emptied her
bladder. She leaned forward and kissed me her tongue
probing my mouth as I fingered her spread cunt; I
felt her fingers seek out my swollen clit.
"God Debra, you are so horny, what has done this to
you? The sight of my cunt when my skirt caught in the
door?” she asked.
"Partly", I nodded, "but principally it was the sight
of you wanking your dog and then have him lick your
"Oh you saw, why didn’t you join us? I would not have
minded and I think Bruno would have loved it. Do you
fancy having him lick your cunt?”
"Oh yes I think so" I retorted, "I have never tried
it but the sight was exciting. I think I would love
to wank him off too.
"Hmm" Heather hugged me," that might be arranged, but
why do we two not enjoy each other first, I should
love to make you ‘cum’ and believe me darling I could
do with a good ‘cum’ too. I want to lick that
delicious cunt of yours myself before I let Bruno,
after all you may be so excited you will want that
dog of mine to put that big cock of his up your cunt
and fuck you.”
"Oooh" I said aghast," You mean he fucks you, oh gawd
heather I think I would have ‘cum’ on your lawn if I
had seen him fucking you.”
"All things ‘cum’ to she who waits" she said, "or
something like that, Bruno is quite capable of
fucking us both.”
Then I remembered that Lena and Francine would be due
home in a hour or so.
"Heather, What about the girls?" I asked, "They will
be back soon.”
"Oh, he will be ready to fuck them too by that time."
she replied, and then she laughed as if at her own
I wondered though if she was joking!!! I wondered how
I would react if I saw my own daughter getting
fucked. Sad to say the thought excited me but it was
the fucking not the idea of the dog…I thought!
Heather took me by the hand leading me out of the
cloakroom where we each had enjoyed a golden shower.
I was expecting her to take me back to her lounge but
she stopped at another door. She crossed the hall and
removed a key from the back of a desk drawer, then
returning she unlocked the door to a room and ushered
me in. We had to descend four or five steps, there
being just enough light from the hall for us to see
by and then she flicked a switch at the bottom of the
stairs. Hidden lighting illuminated the room and what
a room. There were photographs and drawings on the
wall and even at a distance I could see several if
not all were erotic. The floor covered in a deep red
pile carpet and two low long couches were in black.
In the centre of the room was what looked like a long
narrow table but it was padded and it stood on a
square of thick polythene. I noted that the table was
much higher at one end and pillowed at the other. My
eyes strayed to a strange contraption to find in a
house. It looked like a mediaeval pillory but it was
padded and oddly enough the yoke was supported from
the ceiling. Silk like cords were hanging from the
wrist holes in the ends of the yoke and immediately
below was a wooden board also with silken ties but it
was obvious to me that should anyone be fastened to
the foot ties there legs would be very much astride.
I asked Heather why she had this ‘pillory’ although I
fancied that I knew the answer. She told me not to
bother about it, as really it was an aid to friends
of hers. The table like contraption was the object
she wanted to show me and perhaps demonstrate she
She seated me on one of the black couches and then
poured me, without asking, another gin and tonic from
a similar cabinet to the one in her lounge. The lower
half again providing the ice.
"Well, Debra, I don’t have a skirt on this time to
catch on the door and show my all.” She said laughing
and indeed she didn’t but still the naughty madam
crouched with her knees apart giving me a clear look
at her still engorged labia and clitoris.
Handing me the large drink she pointed at the table.
"This darling is where my naughty boy Bruno satisfies
"You kneel on that table?" I asked a little
"Oh no, doing it ‘doggie fashion’ is ok but I can
assure my way the clitoris is exercised as well. I
lie on my back with my head well supported and as you
see at the opposite end to the padded pillow the
table is somewhat higher. This allows me to present
my mound at quite a suitable height for, first of all
Bruno to excite me with his tongue and then to mount
me. It places my cunt at the correct angle to take
Bruno’s dick and later my dear if you like I shall
I noticed what looked like very small mitten to one
side of the table and when I asked what they were
Heather told me that Bruno’s forepaws had to be
covered otherwise she, heather would get scratched as
the dog fucked her.
"There is no slowing down you know, once he is in he
just fucks and fucks and fucks at speed until he cums
and when he cums he comes gallons which is why I have
the sheet on the floor.”
"Oh yes Heather, the very thought is making me horny,
I should love to watch.” I said.
I eyed the ‘pillory’ again and Heather walked over to
me. “Hmm that contraption has your attention too, I
can see. Well, Debra, as I told you I wanted to
sample you for myself before we had Bruno in, so come
on. I will demonstrate and please, don’t worry you
will not be hurt I promise. I am not into pain.”
With that she took my hand and led me over to the
pillory. She lowered the yoke a little and invited me
to put my head in, which I did. Then she fastened my
wrists with the silk cord to the ends of the yoke and
then instructed me to place my feet in the restraints
on the floor.
It was only after she had fastened me into the
pillory that I realised that the yoke and the base
were offset to the extent that my head and arms were
forced back, not too much to be painful, but enough
to lift my breasts and at the same time throw my
mound forward. My ankles being fastened with my legs
astride opened me very wide indeed.
Heather then picked up what I took to be a whip. “Oh
God no NO Heather you can’t you promised not to hurt
me, please Heather PLEASE”
Taking no notice of my pleas she flicked at my
nipples which under the lash hardened and lengthened.
I suddenly realised that I was being lashed with the
gentle strokes of a silken whip. She changed
direction of the strokes and was attacking my
clitoris. My pleas for release from the pillory
changed to pleas for her to make me ‘cum’ the feeling
was indescribable. I wanted desperately to ‘cum’ and
was then pleading for her to tongue me to orgasm.
Instead she walked behind the couch on which I had
been sitting and opened a small door I had not seen.
Then she came back to me and deliberately placed two
or three fingers in my cunt. She then held it to my
nose and I inhaled the musky smell of my own loins.
It was at that moment that I noticed that Bruno had
entered the room. Heather held out her hand to him.
The hand that had been between my legs. I saw him
sniff it and lick it. He looked around the room as if
searching for something and then he bounded over to
Before I realised what was happening his tongue shot
out between my legs and the hot rough wetness almost
made me cum, I groaned with pleasure…
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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.
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18 5 / 2014
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material. If you do not wish to read this
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A story by D. Jay
Rosa stood at the edge of the dusty road and gazed
off into the distance. The unforgiving South Texas
sun baked the landscape and buildings, and brought
out beads of perspiration on Rosa’s arms and forehead.
She had no idea why she continued waiting by the road
each afternoon, Jimmy wasn’t coming home. Not today,
not tomorrow, not ever. The slender, young woman
turned to see Pablito, a young pitbull, standing in
her shadow. She wiped her forehead with the back of
her hand, and brushed back her long, dark hair.
"Come on cachorrito," she said to the dog, "it’s too
hot today, let’s go in the house.”
Rosa had given Jimmy the dog for his birthday about
a year and a half earlier; she noticed how much he had
always admired pitbulls that belonged to his friends.
Whenever he saw people walking them on the street, he
would remark that he was “gonna get me one of those
dogs.” Rosa smiled briefly as she remembered the
expression of utter delight on Jimmy’s face when she
had plopped the fat, gold-and-black brindled puppy into
his lap. It was Jimmy’s twenty-first birthday, and his
friend Pablo had stopped over with a couple of six-
packs to help him celebrate. Pablo offered beers to
Jimmy and Rosa, and spotted the pup in Jimmy’s lap.
"Hey, you guys got a puppy! What kind is it?"
"It’s a pitbull. I’m gonna train him to bite you if
you come here when I’m not around!,” Jimmy joked.
"Aww, I wouldn’t do that, Jimmy. Rosa’s all yours,
and she don’t even like me! That reminds me, when you
guys gonna get married anyway?”
"Next year… maybe June, we’re thinking."
"Cool. You could name a kid after me, maybe."
Jimmy grinned. “I think I’m gonna name the dog after
you instead, Pablo.”
"Hey that’s OK, too. He’s gonna be a tough guy like
me, and not one of those wimpy li’l Taco Bell dogs!”
"Ohh, he won’t be too tough," Rosa chimed in. "And
he ain’t gonna bite nobody. We’re gonna raise him
Pablo nodded. “Yeah, I know. Like the one my brother
Santo has. He’s just a big baby… the kids ride him
like a horse.”
The three jokingly, at first, called the pup Little
Pablo or Pablito, and the name stuck.
Pablito grew very quickly over the next several
months, but he didn’t outgrow his friendly, outgoing
temperament. The neighborhood kids all knew him by
name, and they would stop to pet him as they walked
home from school. One evening after dinner, Jimmy
was sitting on the floor with Pablito, rubbing the
pup’s chest and belly.
"Pablito’s getting to be a big boy, eh?," Jimmy
"Yeah, the vet said he was 85 pounds when he was
there last time,” Rosa added.
"No, I mean a macho guy. You know…" Jimmy pointed
to Pablito’s substantial undercarriage.
"Maybe he’s gonna make you jealous someday, Jimmy.
And he’s culeco, just like you!”
"I know, he’s pretty horny. He tried humpin’ my leg
the other day.”
"We should have him fixed, no?"
Jimmy scowled. “No way! That turns him into a pussy.
He’s a teenager now, but he’ll learn some manners when
he gets older.”
"You didn’t learn any manners, Jimmy."
"So you’re gonna have me fixed too?"
An evil grin came to Rosa’s face. “Only if I catch
you with another woman!”
Jimmy clasped his hands over his crotch in mock
horror. “Oh, no! I married Lorena Bobbitt!”
Rosa’s mind wandered again. Some months later, Jimmy
had called her from work. He was meeting some friends
at a bar for a couple of beers, then he would be home.
He was late. Maybe a couple of beers turned into a
couple too many. Around midnight, a knock came at the
front door. Rosa got out of bed and opened the door
slightly. A deputy sheriff stood outside with his hat
in his hands.
"Señora Ramirez? I’m afraid I have some very bad
news. Your husband has been in a terrible car
Rosa struggled to keep calm. “Is he… all right?”
The deputy bowed his head slightly and fumbled with
the brim of his hat. “No… I’m sorry…”
The whole awful scene replayed itself in Rosa’s mind
almost nightly, as if it were a movie that she just
couldn’t walk away from. The call from Jimmy. Waiting
for him to come home. The deputy at the door. Identify-
ing the body. The funeral. Even after more than a
year, the nightmare was still as vivid as if it had
happened yesterday. The doctor had given her some
pills…Klonopin, he called them…to help her with the
anxiety. They did nothing for the emptiness she felt,
but they at least let her sleep. She put one of the
blue-gray tablets under her tongue and lay down, trying
to think of happier times.
As the drug took effect, Rosa drifted into a fitful
state somewhere halfway between asleep and awake. She
tried remembering how wonderful it felt when she and
Jimmy made love. He was always so gentle yet so satis-
fying… He would first kiss her softly on the lips,
then as they both became more aroused, they would share
more and more of the mouth, the tongue. He would gently
fondle her small, firm breasts, and slowly walk his
fingers down her chest, her stomach, across her navel,
Rosa could feel herself becoming moist, and cupped
her hand over her mound and began massaging her clit,
as closely as she could to the way Jimmy had done for
her. As her fingers pressed and circled, she drifted
further into a dream. The lover of her memories
continued his gentle ministrations as her tongue
explored the inner recesses of his mouth, as he did
hers. She caressed his growing member and guided it
into her, their coupling eased by the combined juices
of their arousal. He began with slow, gentle strokes,
which gradually increased in both speed and intensity
as she tried matching them with her own movements.
Faster and faster, as her insides squeezed and pulled
at him, and Rosa felt a burning shudder building deep
within her. The lovers simultaneously exploded into
a beautifully intense, gloriously wet and heart-
pounding release, though fleeting it seemed to possess
more energy than both bodies combined could produce.
A mind-numbing, tingling-all-over sort of feeling.
She’d had a few other men, but Jimmy was the only one
who had ever made her feel this way.
This dream somehow seemed more real than usual, the
feelings of fullness, the caresses, the movements, the
wetness… In fact, Rosa began to think in the back
of her mind that she had never felt quite so filled
before, even when Jimmy was here and made love to her.
She opened her eyes a little, as she had done many
times before and had seen Jimmy’s familiar, smiling
face with an expression of utter ecstasy. The grinning
face she saw before her now had that very same
expression, and while it was a very familiar face, it
was NOT Jimmy’s!
"Pablito!," Rosa screamed. "What are you doing?
You are a very bad dog!”
She tried pushing the dog off her, but the more she
struggled with him, the more tightly he became lodged
in her. Rosa had seen dogs mating a few times, and
she was aware that they frequently were locked together
for a considerable amount of time. She had also seen
the enormous bulge that Pablito got sometimes when he
was rolling on his back, and he was feeling especially
good about himself. She decided that the best thing
to do was not to panic, but just wait it out and not
risk injuring herself or the dog.
The woman and the dog remained tied for over a half
hour, and though she told herself that she must not
enjoy this, Rosa found herself orgasming again and
again. They eventually separated, and Pablito padded
off to clean himself. Rosa lay there in the chair,
battling conflicting feelings. Everything she had
been taught told her that what had happened was wrong,
a mortal sin. But it felt so wonderful! No, she had
done nothing wrong, and Pablito was just an animal,
driven by instinct and hormones. It was just an
accident, a mistake, he doesn’t know any better. She
had read in the Bible about ‘laying with beasts.’ By
rights, she and the dog should both be killed… But
the beast had taken it upon himself to do this! Rosa
considered talking to the Padre about it, but decided
she would be too embarrassed and ashamed to admit to
such an act.
"¡Dios mio! I guess I’m going to go to Hell, then,"
No, she wouldn’t tell the Padre, or anyone else; she
would simply keep it a secret. After all, Pablito had
probably just taken the opportunity to mount her when
she was both aroused by an erotic dream and under the
influence of the tranquilizer… he wouldn’t try it
again, would he? He was a good dog most of the time,
a very good dog…
Morning came rather quickly, and Rosa got up and
took a shower, then fed Pablito and took him outside
to relieve himself. As the dog raised a hind leg to
pee against the corner of a retaining wall, Rosa
caught herself looking at…no, admiring…his under-
parts. She winced and shook her head a little in an
effort to put the nasty thought out of her mind.
"I am crazy," she thought to herself. "No, I’m
just culeco, horny. It has been too long since I have
had a man.”
She simply dismissed the incident as leftover
feelings from what had happened the night before.
She let Pablito into the house and left for work.
Rosa worked in a small but very busy office with
one other woman. Anita also happened to be one of her
best friends. With customers, the phones, and paper-
work, Rosa didn’t really have time to think about much
else, least of all feeling sorry for herself. But
during a short break, she found herself thinking once
again about what had happened between her and Pablito
the previous night. The whole incident seemed unreal,
almost like a strange dream. She had very mixed
emotions about it; the thought of copulating with an
animal was disgusting and perverted, yet the physical
sensations associated with the act were undeniably
some of the best and most exciting she had ever
experienced. The thought of it brought a smile to
her face, though she hoped no one would notice.
"Rosa, you seem very happy today," Anita observed.
“Happier than I’ve seen you in a long time. You got
a new boyfriend or something?”
"No, I’m not seeing anyone yet. I was just thinking
about a real strange dream I had last night. It was
so weird it was kind of funny!”
"What was it about?"
"I dreamed I was making love with Jimmy, and then
he turned into a dog.”
Anita made a face. “Eeeww! That’s gross! I hope
he turned back into a man. You know, I heard about
some girls that really did that, with a dog, I mean.”
"Yeah, me too. They say there’s nothin’ like it,
but it’s still pretty crazy, no?”
Anita shrugged. “Whatever floats your boat, I guess.”
Rosa didn’t give it much more thought until several
weeks later, when she was getting ready for bed.
Pablito jumped up onto the bed as he did almost every
night, and Rosa petted him and talked to him. The dog
rolled over onto his back, and Rosa began rubbing the
short, white fur of his chest. She playfully tickled
him, and Pablito rolled from side to side, waving his
legs and sneezing as he did.
He accidentally swatted Rosa’s hand, sending it away
from his chest and toward his lower belly, her finger-
tips landing on his sheath… Rosa was a bit shocked
at first, and was about to snatch her hand away, but
the soft, warm skin of Pablito’s belly and sheath felt
surprisingly pleasant to the touch.
Somehow, the sensation was very familiar; almost like
touching Jimmy in the same area, although somewhat
warmer and drier. As she caressed him, Rosa noticed
that Pablito had become very still. She thought at
first that he might be annoyed, but when she turned
around his face told her a different story. He was
lying quietly, his head tipped back slightly, his eyes
half-closed, and his front paws crossed on his chest.
His massive jaws gaped open a bit, and his tongue hung
He looked so silly that Rosa couldn’t help but
giggle! This is a bloodthirsty, killer pitbull…
right? Pablito raised his head briefly and gave her
a rather indignant look, but lay back down…and very
deliberately pushed her hand back down to the area
that he wanted her to rub.
Rosa did not understand why, but she felt a strong
desire to continue gently stroking the dog’s intimate
parts. A slight bulge began to form at the base of
his sheath, then quickly increased in size. She
cupped her hand around it, marveling at the odd shape
and texture of the knot. A glistening finger of pink
appeared from the opening, and a droplet of clear fluid
formed at the tip. Rosa became aware of a tingling
feeling and a warm wetness between her thighs. Her
body was preparing itself for a man, but the only male
nearby was this dog!
Pablito looked up and sniffed the air. The bulge in
his sheath shrank very quickly, and he rolled over and
jumped to his feet. He nuzzled Rosa, and placed a
front paw on her shoulder, wagging his tail briskly as
he looked at her with a peculiar expression on his
Rosa struggled with her conscience; she knew that
what she wanted to do was wrong, but with her animal
desires… she desired this animal! She had not been
thinking clearly the first time she’d coupled with
Pablito, she was in a drug-induced state and he had
simply taken advantage of the situation. This time
she had taken nothing, nor had she been drinking, but
contrary to everything she had ever believed or felt
before, she wanted him!
"Oh, what the Hell…," she muttered to herself, as
she moved over to the big chair and sat down on the
Pablito jumped off the bed, trotted over in front of
Rosa and stopped a short distance away, as though he
was unsure of what was expected of him. She raised
her nightgown and spread her legs, and beckoned to the
dog to come closer.
He lunged forward and pushed his cold, wet nose
between Rosa’s legs, causing her to jump a little.
Pablito licked at her, tentatively at first, then more
boldly as he became aroused by the smell and taste of
her. A few drops of precum dripped from his sheath
and he began humping the air. Rosa gently lifted
Pablito’s front legs so his paws rested one on either
side of her chest while his hind feet remained on the
floor. She reached down and wrapped her hand around
his sheath, stroking it rapidly as she guided the
exposed tip of his penis into her.
The dog gripped her tightly around her middle with
his front legs and thrust into her with a speed and
intensity that no human male could hope to match. He
continued pounding away for several seconds until his
knot expanded to the point where it locked him inside
of her. At about the same instant, Rosa’s body was
wracked by powerful waves of orgasm, as though it had
been building up inside of her for the year or so that
she had been alone. Rosa wrapped her arms around
Pablito and hugged him tightly against her body as she
felt the hot spurts of his juices splashing over her
insides. The throbbing bulk of his knot stretching
her slightly, and the short, bristly hairs on the end
of his sheath tickling her clit combined to bring her
to climax repeatedly.
For the better part of an hour, the strange couple
were locked together in the chair. Eventually, the
contractions and the passion ofthe physical and
emotional release the woman and the dog had shared
trailed off. When they finally separated and Pablito
had finished licking them both clean, Rosa held him
for a very long time, gently stroking his short, soft
coat, kissing him on the forehead and muzzle, and
talking softly to him. She had never had a human
lover who could satisfy her like this, not even Jimmy.
Though she meant no disrespect to Jimmy’s memory, she
very much needed this release.
She no longer thought of it as nasty or dirty; it
had been wonderful, but she would have to keep it a
secret. Such things did happen, but they were only
whispered about. Rosa had no idea how her family and
friends would react, but if Anita’s reaction to the
description of the “dream” was any indication, she
didn’t want to find out. Perhaps some day she would
take another man, maybe even remarry. But she would
never forget Jimmy, of course, and his memory was
still much too strong right now to even consider
another man. So for the time being, Pablito the
pitbull would fill the physical part of the role of
Rosa’s lover. And he would do it very well.
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Honeymoon by H. Kuntz *** Barton had been treating the kid with contempt from the moment they met. And no one knew how to show contempt better than Barton. John Barton. The terror of Wall Street. Thirty-eight years old, and officially worth three billion dollars. Some people said it was more like twenty times that, that he could buy and sell Bill Gates and Warren Buffett with his spare change any time he wanted to. And he had made every penny of it himself, by out- toughing the other tough sons of bitches on Wall Street. Hundreds of mergers he had forced down their unwilling throats. And he made them wallow in their defeats. Hundreds of former top bananas had been forced to accept Barton's deals on Barton's terms. And Barton's terms always included two things: enormous profits for John Barton, and the loser kissed John Barton's ass. Literally. And not just on the buns. The former CEO's on Barton's payroll had two things in common. They had tasted Barton's shit-lined rectum. And they had begged for the privilege. They had seen plenty of execs just like themselves go down to ruin for displeasing Barton in the slightest way. Now John Barton was starting on his honeymoon. It was his second marriage. He had dropped his first wife, Fran, who had begun showing signs of middle age. Fran had hired one of the best known divorce lawyers in the country. Barton had toughed him out the same as he toughed out every other son of a bitch who tried to cross him. Now the lawyer was nursing his wounds, Fran was living on $30,000 a year, and Barton was enjoying his billions. He had married a babe. An incredibly beautiful Asian girl named Kim. Just looking at her straight black hair, her incredibly soft, smooth skin, her beautiful features, her willowy body, drove him crazy. She was 22 years old, sixteen years younger than him. And it wasn't just that she was a babe. She had brains. She had graduated first in her class at a top university. She had been engaged to an Asian American boy who graduated a year ahead of her, the only boy friend she had ever had. Then she had received an internship to work one summer in the executive offices at Barton's Wall Street headquarters. After one look and a few conversations, Barton knew he had to have this girl. He went ahead and got his divorce from Fran, something he had already decided to do anyway. He just blew away Kim's fiance, dazzling her with what he could buy for her, the places he could take her, the people he could introduce her to. What impressed her more than anything was the force of his character. She could see his strength in his every movement. And she saw that the most powerful people in the world cowered before him. John Barton always got what he wanted, and Kim loved him for that. The fiance was history, and John Barton and Kim were man and wife. There was just one fly in Barton's ointment, one that he could never completely put out of his mind, though almost no one knew of it and no one knew how much it preyed on him. Sexually, the great John Barton was a grade A wimp. Maybe that was what drove him to out-compete everyone who crossed him, to prove that he had more balls than everyone else. Because in fact, he had less. Much less. His tiny prick could hardly be seen in his pubic hair when it was soft. When it was "hard," it was barely three inches long, was thinner than his index finger, and, in truth, was not very hard at all. His balls were tinier than marbles. He had trouble coming more than two or three times in a week, and when he came, only a few drops of thin, almost water-like cum was ejected. Whether it was Fran or Kim or any of the other women who were attracted by his money and his power, whenever he fucked them they always had to ask if it was "in" and whether he had cum. Barton wanted an heir and Kim wanted a baby. But he had tried to get Fran pregnant for years, with no success. The best medical specialists in the world had been consulted. There was nothing wrong with Fran. It was just that Barton's undersized testicles produced such little sperm, the odds were against him. Following his doctors' advice, Barton had abstained from all sex for over a month prior to this honeymoon. The wedding had been timed so that Kim would be at the peak of her fertility cycle. And she was taking fertility drugs. The doctors told them that with these steps, Barton had a reasonable chance of making Kim pregnant. But things weren't fated to turn out that way. * * * * So now he and Kim were on their honeymoon. The island resort in the Caribbean she had selected was probably the most exclusive and the most expensive in the world. They had the most expensive villa--$40,000 a night it would cost him. The resort consisted of the whole island. Each villa was isolated. Theirs was more than two miles from any other habitation. It was huge and breathtaking, spectacularly furnished, and located on their own private pearl of a beach. There was a whole staff of servants and cooks assigned to their villa alone, but the layout was cleverly designed so that only the Guest Services Officer assigned to them would have any contact with them. He would deal with the rest of the staff. They would have complete privacy in unparalleled luxury. The Guest Services Officer was a twenty-year-old named Rod Powers. Rod was as perfect a specimen of the male of the human species as Kim was of the female. Short blonde hair; a face that had classic, masculine beauty; a broad, strong chest that was muscular but not muscle-bound; narrow hips; a perfectly trim ass; long, powerful legs-- he had the whole package People said he had movie star looks, but no one could ever think of a movie star who looked as good as he did. And he had an enormous bulge at the crotch of his faded jeans. Barton noticed that bulge immediately, and was stung with envy. But he figured the kid must have some cloth stuffed in there. He must have! Rod greeted them at the airport. The men who could afford to stay at this resort were the richest and most powerful in the world, and they brought with them the most stunningly beautiful and most pampered women in the world. Rod had seen hundreds of them, but he had never seen the equal of Kim. For her part, Kim didn't miss any aspect of Rod's manly attraction. When he shook her hand, she looked in his strong, clear eyes, caught a whiff of his male scent, and became dizzy with a sensation she had never felt before. But Kim had been strictly brought up as a Catholic and adhered to a strong moral code. The idea of being unfaithful to her husband could never have entered her head. She could be interested in a man as hunky as Rod, but she could not be tempted. But to Barton, any decent-looking man was a rival and a stud like Rod was dangerous. Barton was painfully aware that his beautiful trophy of a wife was much closer in age to Rod--the "kid" was what Barton insisted on calling him--than she was to himself. Barton's reaction was instinctive. Confronted with any kind of a rival, Barton set out to humiliate him, to emasculate him. This kid was going to be the only person he and Kim would see for the next two weeks. Barton was going to show him who was boss. He'd have Rod kissing the famous Barton ass early and often--figuratively at least, and maybe even literally. Kim wouldn't be attracted to a kid, no matter how much of a stud he looked, once she saw him kowtowing to her all-powerful husband. Just the opposite. Once she saw him subjugate this handsome kid, his own god-like power would be more firmly established in her adoring eyes, the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. He looked into those eyes as they drove in the limousine to the villa. God, he loved her. He actually thought he might be able to fuck her twice today, something he had never before accomplished. * * * * Rod was pissed. He'd dealt with assholes like this before, guys who thought they could use their money to put him down. But Rod always had his revenge. He loved this job. The most beautiful women in the world came here, and he fucked them at will. He particularly loved honeymooners. There was nothing like seducing a woman on her honeymoon. Rod had plucked plenty of cherries, and there's no doubt about it, he thought, fucking a virgin is sweet. But that other virginity--the wife who's never given her cunt to a man other than her husband since she's been married--plucking that cherry was an even greater thrill. And the cr'me de la cr'me was getting them on their honeymoons. Especially when they were as gorgeous and sophisticated as the brides who came to this posh resort. The job of "Guest Services Officer" at this resort was a coveted one. While the guests were on the island, the GSO arranged everything for them. He was the only human contact the guests had with the resort while they were here, unless they wanted specialized services such as a tennis coach. The reputation of the resort--and its ability to charge sky-high prices--depended on the flawless service the Guest Services Officers could provide. Their salaries started at $250,000 a year, and they made at least that much in tips. Rod Powers had only been on the staff two years, but he was already the top-ranked assistant on the staff. He was permanently assigned to the most expensive villa, catering to the most extravagant guests. His salary was $750,000. He made many times that much in tips. He was invaluable to the management of the resort. Did they know that his enormous popularity with the guests derived from the special service he was able to provide between the outspread legs of the wives? Probably. So what? So long as the customers were happy.. Usually, it was no problem for Rod to seduce the brides on honeymoon. His sexual power was too much for the human female to resist. But sometimes, if he got annoyed by their snooty attitudes, he raped them. He might force them the first time, but they always begged for it the second time. And the third. And the fourth. And so on. John Barton was getting Rod angry. Ordering him around in an arrogant way, finding the most degrading things for him to do. Three times before they had reached the villa, Barton had found some task for Rod to do that required him to kneel down on the ground. And then Barton had always positioned himself so that Rod was staring right into Barton's ass, just inches away. And there was always a suppressed smile on Kim's face. It was Barton's ability to dominate others that made her love him. When Rod got mad, he got even. He was going to fuck Barton's trophy bride all right. And he wasn't going to seduce her. He was going to rape her. He'd do it right in front of Barton's eyes. He'd use the Asian babe to humiliate Barton. Rod could see that Barton really did love her. Good. Barton would get paid back for his little stunts. With interest. Rod wasn't worried about getting into trouble with his employers. Once he fucked Kim, she'd be so attached to him that she wouldn't let Barton harm him in any way. And she could control Barton, that was obvious. The bosses would never find out about what he did. * * * * When they got to the villa, there was plenty of luggage for Rod to carry inside. Barton found as many tasks for him to perform, as many things for him to move around, as he could think of. Then he dismissed him: "Look, kid, if you want a tip at the end of this gig, stay out of our hair. You do what you're told and you show respect, you understand? You can start by calling me sir, and thank us when either one of us gives you an order." They were in the living room of the villa when Barton said this, a room the size of a football field. But Barton did not get the groveling response he expected. Moving suddenly, Rod smashed his fist into Barton's stomach. Barton doubled over, gasping for breath. "No, you arrogant son of a bitch, you're going to do what I say." Rod said these words with an icy determination that was more impressive than anger would have been. Barton was in greater pain than he had ever experienced, still trying desperately to find his breath. Barton had done some boxing, and he had done it as competitively as he did everything else in life. He had been a semi-finalist in the intercollegiate boxing tournament in his weight range, and had competed against talented competitors who could hit hard. But he had never experienced anything remotely comparable to the blow he had just received. Rod had moved as fast as a cheetah and with the power of a jet engine. "Let's see if you understand, bozo," Rod continued, after several minutes, when Barton finally seemed to be able to breathe. "Take off all your clothes." "You must be crazy," Barton murmured through his rasping gasps. The second blow to the stomach was even harder than the first. Barton was on the floor, doubled up in incredible pain. His internal organs! Barton didn't think he could survive another blow like that. He was on the ground in agony for ten minutes. Kim, cowering in a corner, was terrified. When Rod judged that Barton finally could move, he said, "I'll give you one more chance. Get up and get all your clothes off." Slowly and in great pain, Barton got up. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, then his undershirt. He removed his shoes and socks, then his trousers. He was left in a pair of jockey shorts. He paused, but Rod gestured for him to go on. Barton blushed. He hated to expose his undersized cock to another man, especially this young stud. Plenty of men had seen Barton's rosy asshole, a lot closer up than they wanted to. No man other than a doctor had seen his dick. The jockey shorts went down, and Rod let out an explosion of laughter. "You call that a dick! Oh, man, I've seen women with nipples bigger than that." Barton was burning with humiliation. That he should have to suffer this, and with Kim watching! "All right, Nipple-dick, carry that wooden chair into the bedroom. Put it down facing the bed, nice and close." Whether because of the humiliation of being naked before Kim and this stud, or because he could still feel the injury Rod had inflicted with those two sledgehammer blows from his fist, Barton had no thought of resisting. He picked up the chair. The blow to his chin came lightning fast. This time, Rod had pulled his punch, but it was enough to make Barton see stars. "You call me SIR when I give you an order, and thank me," he bellowed. Humbly, softly, Barton replied: "Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!". "That's better. Now carry that chair over to the bed and sit down." Barton did as he was told. Rod signaled to the petrified Kim to follow. She did, and Rod followed her into the bedroom. Barton was seated, close to the bed and facing it. The bed was enormous, more than half again the size of a king-sized bed. Earlier, when all the moving of luggage was going on, Rod had brought into the bedroom unnoticed a bag of his own. He now opened it and handed Kim some lengths of rope. "Here lady, tie your limp dick of a husband to the chair. Tie his ankles and his wrists." Kim was in tears. "No, please don't make me," she whimpered. He slapped her face. Hard enough to cause serious pain. "Look, bitch," said Rod, "if I have to hit you as hard as the old fart, I'll do it." Barton almost panicked. Rod would kill Kim if he hit her nearly that hard. "Do as he says, darling," he said softly. So Kim tied her new husband to the chair. "Now, you get your clothes off and get on the bed," Rod said to her. "NO," screamed both Kim and Barton simultaneously, as they suddenly saw where this was going. Rod removed a knife from his belt and held it to Barton's neck. "Do you want me to cut your husband's throat," he said. Kim immediately began to undress. Her fingers were shaking, but with difficulty she got her dress off. Then her bra. Her breasts were a little bigger than average for an Asian girl, and perfectly shaped. She saw there was no chance of Rod's relenting, so she went right to her panties, pulling them down and stepping out of them. God, she was magnificent! Both men felt it. Her skin was so perfectly soft and smooth. Her body so firm and perfectly shaped. Her waist was tiny, but her hips curved out gracefully. Her cunt was covered with a large, thick triangle of jet black fleece. Barton couldn't help himself. His dick was enlarging. Rod was dazzled by Kim's naked perfection, but he noticed Barton's loins stirring. Another bellow of laughter. "That's your hard-on? I've seen six year old boys with more than that, Nipple-dick. Come here bitch!" Fearfully, Kim went over to the chair. Rod gave her face another hard slap. "Thank me when I give you an order, bitch!" "Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!" "Hold that tiny thing and wiggle it around," Rod told her. "Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!" With her thumb and index finger, she held her husband's tiny hard-on, which was thinner than either of her fingers holding it. She wiggled it around. There was only a little stiffness. Rod couldn't contain his laughter. Finally, he said to Kim, "Seriously, bitch, no matter how much money he's got, how could a babe like you marry this limp dick?" Kim said nothing. She was burning with humiliation. For herself and for her husband. Physical paragon or not, she hated this young man as she had never hated anyone in her life. Rod shoved her to the bed, sitting her down on the edge, facing him. He told her to open her knees wide, giving him a clear view of her luscious cunt. "Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!" She obeyed. Barton gritted his teeth, helplessly, not willing to object and risk another blow. "Fortunately, for both of you, there's a man here who can consummate this marriage for you," he said. He began removing his shirt. Kim was panicking with fear. "Please, please don't do this to me!" she pleaded. Rod gave her another slap, harder than before. Kim was burning with pain. She couldn't take another blow like that! Rod had his shirt off. Kim was in a turmoil. She had very conservative views of sex, and the idea of being raped was absolutely horrible to her. She'd rather die. But the pain in her jaw was making it hard for her to think clearly. And her body was reacting to the sight of Rod disrobing. That chest! His eyes! She had fallen in love with Barton's power. It seemed to her so manly. But Rod was showing power--raw, physical power--that put Barton to shame. He was manliness in the flesh. She had never been so affected. He was close to her, and with every breath, unknowingly, she was inhaling his pheromones. Invisible hormones that slipped beneath her consciousness, and caused electricity to flow out from her cunt and her tits to her whole body. She was in panic over the prospect of being raped, and yet she could feel the liquids flowing in her cunt. Rod quickly removed his sandals and was unbuckling and dropping his jeans. He stepped out of them, covered only by an oversized pair of boxer shorts. Despite their looseness, they were tented out by an enormous bulge. Slowly, Rod lowered his shorts, exposing first a thick cloud of fluffy, light brown pubes. Then the root of his manhood became visible. It was incredibly thick, stretching four inches across. Rod was standing so that both Kim and Barton had their faces within a foot of his crotch. Barton's own dick was in plain view. None of them could miss seeing the contrast. Rod's soft dick was thicker than Barton's hard- on was long. The difference in their manhood was a painfully obvious fact for Barton and for Kim. Rod enjoyed the sensation as he could see their faces, seeing them looking at the two dicks and at each other.. Then he resumed peeling down his shorts. The enormous length of his soft penis went on and on. Finally, when the top of the shorts had almost reached Rod's knees, the ridge came into view betokening the appearance of the enormous, circumcised head. The head mushroomed out, and added another two inches of length. Rod dropped his jeans to the floor. His dick softly swayed, all twelve incredibly thick inches of it. The huge dick did not hang straight down, because it was projected out away from his body by the equally incredible testicles that supported it. Half again as large as jumbo eggs, they sat tightly in an enormous, downy sac. The seat of his manhood, these giant testicles produced a surplus of hormones. From their close proximity, Kim and Barton were hit with a blast of pheromones. These hormones worked with irresistible power on both sexes. Neither Kim nor Barton had ever been hit by such raw eroticism. For the first time in his life, Barton's hard-on, still microscopic, was actually hard!. Kim's cunt was sopping wet. Involuntarily, the words came out of Barton's mouth: "It's unbelievable! You're enormous!" Ever since adolescence, Barton had envied men who were well-hung. His dream, his wish, was to have the man's equipment that would make him as dominant inside women's cunts as he was in the business world. But in his wildest dreams, he had never imagined being hung like this. Despite his humiliation, Barton could not stifle a feeling of the profoundest awe. Kim was not consciously aware of the pheromones that were playing with her brain, but she was acutely aware of the visual shock. Her fiance had been possessed of a five- and-a-half inch dick. His and Barton's were the only two penises she had seen in her life. She knew Barton was small, but she hadn't thought it made any difference. She had supposed her fiance had been exceptionally large. And she didn't think the size of a penis mattered at all, except that men seemed to get all excited about it. That was then, this was now. The sight of Rod's dick took her breath away. She was incredibly turned on. She was also frightened. That monster would tear up her insides! And she had not lost her morals. She did not want to be raped, she did not want to have sex with anyone but her husband! She begged again. "Please, please, let me go. We'll give you anything, more money than you ever dreamed of. Don't rape me. PLEASE DON"T RAPE ME!" "Shut up, bitch, and lie back," was his only response. She tried to roll up in a ball and protect herself, but it was no use. He enjoyed her struggles. He laid her out on her back, so that her hip was at the side of the bed, only inches from Barton's chair. He wanted Barton to have a good close-up look when his own manhood-- manhood that Barton could only envy--penetrated Barton's gorgeous bride. He slapped her again, not as hard as before, but painful enough to keep her still. Barton was desperate. He couldn't move his arms or legs, which were tied to the chair. Even if he could, he knew from bitter experience that he was no match for this virile young athlete. "Please, he said, I'll give you anything. You can be a billionaire. You can have all the women in the world. Please, please don't touch my wife." The last sentence was a wail. Tears were washing his cheek Tears were also running down Kim's beautiful cheeks. But her cunt was even wetter than her eyes. Rod laughed as he spread her legs and inserted two long fingers through the soft, ebony fur and into her beautiful vagina. "Listen, Barton," he said. "Can you hear how wet your wife is, Listen to the slurp as I move my fingers in and out of her pretty swamp." Every word was like a whiplash across Barton's back. Rod removed his soaking fingers and put them under Barton's nose. "Smell that, Nipple-dick," he said. "I'll bet you've never seen your wife this excited. I'll bet you've never smelled so much cuntjuice in your life." Barton's tears flowed. It was true. He had never seen Kim nearly this aroused. By now, the sight and feel and fragrance of Kim's cunt had been more than enough to make Rod hard. His dick had grown even thicker and longer. He stood up. "Here, Nipple-dick, I'll loosen your hand. You want to feel what a real dick feels like?" Barton could not resist. He put his large hand on Rod's penis, the first time he had ever felt another man. His fingers were outstretched. Thumb and fingers could stretch no more than two-thirds of the way around Rod's girth. The penis was as hard as stone and incredibly hot to the touch. Barton tried to wiggle it. It was too hard. He couldn't move it the slightest bit. Kim saw this. "Oh, God, you're much too big for me. You'll kill me. Please let me go, please!" "Don't' worry, bitch," Rod replied, as he got back down on top of her. "You'll take what I've got, and you'll thank God for every inch of it. You're about to find out what a real man can do for a woman. And look at your excuse for a husband. He's harder than he was before. It looks like it takes the sight of a real man to turn him on. All right, Nipple-dick, jack yourself off while I give your wife the kind of fucking she'll never get from you." With that, he lined up the head of his dick against the fleecy exterior of Kim's beautiful cunt. It seemed like an oak log lined up against a key hole. But he pushed forward. Thanks to the overflowing liquids in Kim's vagina, he was able to get the head in. Then, with slow, easy strokes, he gradually went in an inch at a time. At first, Kim panicked, as she felt herself being stretched beyond imagination. But her cunt quickly accustomed itself to a stimulation she had never known. Neither her earlier fiance or Barton had ever been able to turn her on with their penises. She had thought she had just been born frigid. At best she had experienced a few mild orgasms from their fingers or tongues. But what she was experiencing now was bringing her into a new world. Pleasure nerves she never knew existed were being stimulated as her cunt was stretched for the first time. Only a couple of strokes after Rod inserted the head of his cock, when only about four inches were in, Kim experienced an orgasm far more intense than anything she had ever known. But Rod was going deeper. Rod looked at Barton. "Oh, your bitch's cunt is hot, man," he said. "I'm already in deeper than you'll ever be, Nipple-dick. So take my word for it, this is world- class cunt." Barton's humiliation was indescribable, as he watched another man fucking his wife as he would never be able to. Then a thought flashed through his mind. This rapist wasn't using protection! "Look, please!" he said. "At least pull out before you come. We timed this honeymoon so she'd be at peak of her fertility cycle. And she's been taking fertility drugs. Please don't make her pregnant! You can give us that much of a break." Rod smiled at Barton, still probing deeper into Barton's wife, never missing a stroke. He was about eight inches in, now, almost halfway. "I can see why your wife would have to take fertility drugs, limp-dick. And if she had to rely on her husband, I doubt if they would work. But she doesn't need to worry. She'll be carrying a real man's child in her belly when she leaves this island." Rod knew he had fathered dozens of children in this very bed, many of them planted in the bellies of pretty, young honeymooners. But none as beautiful as this one. And he had two weeks! There was no way she'd get away from here without carrying his baby. Barton thought he had already descended as low as he could, but this comment just deflated him. His wife--the great John Barton's wife--would be carrying another man's child. And he knew that with Kim's religious convictions, there was no point in even suggesting an abortion. Rod had gone back to full concentration on raping Barton's wife. Barton wanted to look away, but he couldn't. He was hypnotized by the sight, only inches from his eyes, of Rod's enormous piston going deeper and deeper into his own wife's cunt. He could smell the strong fragrance of sweat and sex from their steaming crotches. With each thrust, more of Rod's enormous shaft disappeared beneath the thick dark curls that marked the portal to Kim's love channel. Then Rod would pull out almost to the limit, and then slowly plunge back in, descending another inch. Eleven inches! Twelve inches! Thirteen! There were still several inches of hard cock to go, but Kim was going crazy. She had never dreamed of being penetrated this deeply, she had no idea of the pleasure centers inside her that had never before been plumbed. Now these pleasure nerves were all going off, and Kim thought she was losing her sanity. Orgasm after orgasm hit her, each one bigger than before. Finally, one more plunge, and Rod's hot iron penis was fully lodged inside Kim's stretched vagina. At thirteen inches, Rod had felt his tip touch her cervix. The next several strokes had stretched it back. Finally, he had penetrated the last barrier. His shaft filled her love canal to its stretched out capacity. The head of his cock was in her womb itself. Now Rod began fucking Kim in earnest. Her orgasms continued to build, each one coming on the heels of the one before with greater and greater intensity. This went on for ten, fifteen, twenty minutes. Barton, tied to his chair, sat absorbed in the close-up view of the spoliation of his bride. Unconsciously, his thumb and index figure were rapidly stroking his own pathetic weenie. He came. Just a few drops of nearly clear fluid oozed from the tiny hole at the tip, which quickly receded beneath its nest of public hair. That left Barton free to concentrate solely on the humiliating sight of his wife being fucked by this stud. And by now, her orgasms were so intense and coming so close together that they had run into each other. She was in a continuous state of orgasm, electricity running at unimaginable voltage through her frame. She thought she would die, she had no control of herself. Perhaps without realizing it, she was moaning, "Oh God, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Take me! Fill me! I can't stand it, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Never stop! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Kim may not have known she was saying these words, non- stop. But Rod heard, and relished every word. And Rod knew that Barton was hearing every word. Hearing his own trophy wife expressing the uncontrollable urge to be fucked by her rapist! This was just the beginning of payback! Rod loved it. The sight of Kim's fierce passion as this most beautiful of women was utterly overcome by Rod's own sexual power, and the thought of the humiliation Barton was suffering, finally became too intense. Rod felt his climax coming on. He thrust faster and harder, and brought Kim to an even higher pitch. She was screaming now, a piercing scream that knifed right into Barton's heart. Then the moment came. Rod's mammoth engine began bucking with incredible force. Kim's pelvis was whipped violently around by the first bursts. Then she felt the red-hot pellets, fired directly into her womb. Rod and Kim held each other closely, lips locked and tongues entwined in a passionate kiss, each simply overcome by the force of what they were feeling. Barton watched. He had never felt this forlorn, this abandoned, in his life. As they descended, Kim was in a new state. After the fierceness of her innumerable orgasms, she now felt a tranquility and contentment that she had never known. She held tightly to Rod. He was her rapist. He had violated her person, stolen her dignity, trampled on her most deeply felt moral beliefs. And it didn't matter. She hated him, fiercely. But so what. She would do absolutely anything for him. He was her master. He was her man. He and only he could give her what she now knew she needed as a woman. No love for her husband, no moral beliefs, no belief in her own self meant a thing compared to-- well, she might as well be truthful with herself. Compared to his penis. She lived for this man's phallus. She would do anything for it, and for what it could do to her. When Rod finally pulled out, his penis was "shrunken" to its soft state of eight inches long and four inches wide. He got up and thrust it in Barton's face. "Clean me off," he said abruptly. Barton had no resistance left. "Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!" Meekly, he used his tongue and his lips to clean every bit of cum and sweat from Rod's crotch. Seeing that Barton was defeated, Rod untied him. He then ordered Barton to get down on the bed and lick every bit of Rod's cum from his wife's cunt. Barton obeyed. The quantity was enormous. Those enormous testicles had blasted a cupful of potent sperm juice into Kim's cunt. Barton swallowed every drop. He had never tasted cum before, and almost vomited. But he quickly got used to the taste of Barton's sperm. The two-week honeymoon was sheer humiliation for Barton. He had to watch Rod and Kim fuck almost continuously. Rod shot load after load into her cunt, her mouth, and even her bowels, several times a day. Barton had to swallow every drop. He also became their toilet. They didn't want to bother walking to the bathroom to pee, so they just used Barton's mouth. He had to swallow all of it. Rod took a little mercy on Rod and decided they wouldn't shit into his mouth. They used the toilet for that. But Barton had to clean their assholes with his tongue. As the two weeks went on, Barton grew accustomed to his role as a sex servant, thoroughly subordinate to his wife and to their joint master. He began to like the taste of Rod's sperm, and did not even mind drinking their piss and licking their shitty assholes. At the end of the two weeks, Rod gave a little surprise to Barton. He, Rod, was going back to New York with them. He was going to live with them as the head of the house. Gradually, there would be property transfers from Barton to Kim. When everything belonged to Kim, she would divorce Barton and marry Rod, at which time the property would be transferred to Rod. Rod is now the terror of Wall Street. Kim was his main woman, though of course there was rarely a day when he didn't fuck at least half a dozen others as well. And Barton... well he was on welfare. He spends most of his time skulking around adult movie theaters, looking for young guys who will let him suck their cocks. He'll do anything for a big one, but he's never found one remotely as large as the one he craves... END
17 5 / 2014
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by P Sugden
Kathy was really pleased the way the party was going. It was her husband Pat’s 35th birthday party, but it was also a welcoming party for Nailene and Ben, even though they had lived in the neighborhood for the last six months.
Ben was an ex-football player and had the stature to go with it. All the neighborhood women would stare at him when he mowed the front lawn, those broad shoulders, the narrow waist, the tight butt and those massive thighs, the black skin glistening with his sweat …
Kathy made herself stop. Fantasies were fine but she was a married woman. But the last fifteen minutes dancing with the Negro had left her breathless and excited. The four rum and cokes she had drunk did not help; she was definitely feeling a bit tipsy. And this last drink Paul had mixed for her was half rum!
Now Sue was dancing with Ben. Wendy and Murray were also dancing in the living room. Kathy watched Ben and Sue for a few moments, a little bit jealous. Sue and Harry lived next door to Kathy. She had blonde hair which flowed in cascades of curls to her shoulders. Though the same height as Kathy, her bust was larger and barely contained by the short, red, strapless dress she was wearing.
Sue was not hiding her intentions. The way she wriggled and pushed her body against Ben was unseemly, especially in that dress. It was just as well Sue’s husband Harry was not there to watch her wanton display. Or Ben’s wife Nailene. They were in the games room using Pat’s new pool table, his birthday present.
Kathy unconsciously pulled on the hem of her short, black dress. That was a birthday present for Pat, too. When Pat had bought it for her she was a bit shocked; it was much too short and low cut for her taste. It showed much too much leg and bosom. And the underwear he bought to go with it! Black push-up bra, tiny panties and a matching garter belt; she had been scandalized.
She had never worn stockings before either, and, at first, found them uncomfortable. Four inch black high heels completed the outfit; Kathy had had to practice walking in them. Pat was always trying to make her wear sexier and more revealing clothes. For his thirty fifth birthday party she had finally acquiesced. After four strong drinks and nice comments from the men at the party about her legs, she was beginning to feel more comfortable and a little bit sexy.
Picking up the empty peanut bowl from the dining room table she pushed through the swinging door into the kitchen. She was surprised when she saw Harry in there, looking for something. She liked Harry; he made her laugh and was a terrible flirt.
"Looking for something, Harry?" she asked while putting the bowl on the counter.
"Oh, hello, beautiful, you’re looking good tonight. I like your legs."
"Thanks," she said, pulling on her hem again. The dress barely covered her butt.
"My lighter’s run out and I was looking for some matches."
"In the second drawer down." Kathy advised.
"Thanks," said Harry after retrieving a pack.
Kathy eyed him. She had definitely had too much to drink and must stop. She took another sip.
"You know, my darling, I haven’t kissed you tonight, yet," he said. He always kissed her at these parties. Kathy had come to accept it and, almost, to look forward to it.
"No time like the present," she said, trying to sound flippant and urbane.
He came right up to her, took her drink from her hand and pressed against her until her back was against the kitchen wall. Leaning on her he lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. It happened so quickly that Kathy had no time to do anything but raise her arms in anticipation of his normal assault on her tits. She was taken completely off guard when she felt his tongue invade her mouth. She hated it when Pat did that but this seemed to be different and she allowed it with little struggle. And instead of her tits being mauled, she felt a gentle finger stroke the black, silky material between her legs.
No, no! her mind said, but her legs turned to jelly. Finally gaining control of herself, she pushed the softly probing hand away and broke off the kiss.
“No, Harry, you mustn’t,” she said. But she could still feel where the finger had touched her.
"Didn’t you like it?" he asked.
"Yes - no- yes, oh, it’s not right. I’m a married woman.
"So? I’m a married man. That makes us even."
Harry leaned down and kissed her again. She couldn’t stop him, or herself. The finger attacked her again, tracing the lips of her cunt through the thin material. Her head swam and her legs opened involuntarily.
After about a minute, Kathy pulled her mouth away from his.
"This just isn’t right. Someone might come in and catch us," she said, breathily. She found her hips were moving in time to the finger running the length of her slit.
"Where can we go where it’s more private?"
"We mustn’t, Harry. We’re both married."
"Where?" asked Harry again, concentrating his finger movements to the fabric over her clit.
"No, Harry, please," she pleaded. A moan escaped from her lips.
"In the laundry."
As he took her hand and led her through the back kitchen door into the laundry room, Kathy wondered how she had managed to get herself into this. It must be the booze. And the clothes, she thought. Her cunt ached.
In the laundry, Harry picked her up by the waist and put her on the washing machine. He kissed her again. Sucking on his tongue, she moaned when she felt the hard lump in his pants rub into the cleft of her cunt.
“Quickly,” she said, “before someone discovers us.”
She leaned back on the machine and raised her hips to allow him to pull her panties off. She watched as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. It was bigger than Pat’s. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she gave a little yelp when she felt the head gently rub up and down her slit.
"Put it in," she said, her voice deep and husky.
Again she moaned as she felt the length of his cock slowly push its way deep into her hole. She imagined she could feel every bump and wrinkle on it as it stretched her cunt and filled her. Harry slowly rocked back and forth, his penis moving in and out of her. Kathy could not remember being so turned on.
Harry’s hands were busy on her tits, squeezing and rubbing them as he fucked her. The next thing she knew, her dress was being unzipped down the back.
"No, Harry, no. Someone might come in." Being caught fucking in the laundry was one thing; being caught fucking and naked was quite something else. Harry zipped her up again.
Leaning back a bit, Harry took her arms from around his neck and looked her in the eye, still gently moving in and out of her. Suddenly Harry’s hands moved very rapidly and he held up her bra for her to see. Kathy was surprised and amazed.
"How did you do that?"
"Family secret," he said, tossing the silky black bra into a corner where it landed in a bag half full of potatoes. Kathy only found it again three days later.
Harry’s hands returned to her now braless tits. He pulled and rubbed her nipples as he continued the slow fucking. Kathy felt her orgasm building and wrapped her legs around his waist. Harry sped up the pace when she kissed him, forcing her tongue into his mouth. Kathy moaned into his mouth as her orgasm hit, racking her body with its intensity. Within seconds, Harry tensed and moaned, releasing his sperm deep into her cunt.
They had no time to luxuriate in the afterglow, though. As soon as they had finished, they heard someone moving around in the kitchen. Kathy jumped off the washing machine and quickly pulled her panties on over her dripping cunt.
"Stay here," she whispered, "and I’ll get rid of whoever it is." She walked into the kitchen and found Janine there.
Janine was Kathy’s other next door neighbor. She was the oldest of the women at the party but only two years older than Kathy. She was tall and, for her height, had quite a good figure with full breasts. She and Frank had no children but still seemed happy enough. She had a nose for scandal and was an incorrigible gossip.
"Hello, Kathy," she said. "Doing some last minute washing?" The woman tried to look into the laundry but Kathy blocked her view.
"No," Kathy chuckled, "I was looking for something, but forgot what it was as soon as I walked in. That ever happen to you?"
"All the time. I find it best to return to where you were when you thought of it. Works every time. I remember what I was looking for, though. Pat said there was more tonic. We’ve almost run out."
"In the fridge," Kathy said.
Janine got out two bottles of tonic. Again she tried to look into the laundry but again Kathy blocked her view.
"I’ll walk to the bar with you," Kathy said. She picked up her glass and drained it, forgetting it was nearly neat rum. "I need another drink, anyway."
As they entered the games room, Kathy looked back at the kitchen door in time to see Harry quickly slip out and head towards the bathroom. Pat had arranged a game of pool involving three couples. The partners were Pat and Nailene, Frank and Judy, and Neville and Janine. Neville was Judy’s husband. Kathy was not surprized Pat had chosen the tall and voluptuous Nailene as his partner. Ben’s wife was very dark and quite beautiful with the best of Negroid features. She was very tall and had huge breasts. Her hair was curly and so black it had a bluish tint.
After getting a refill, she decided she had better go to the bathroom and clean herself up. Anyway, she was dying for a pee. She climbed the stairs and headed for her bedroom and the en suite bathroom. Guilt about what she had done was only beginning to creep into her mind. It fought with the ecstasy of the apres sex glow still raging through her body.
She was not paying much attention when she pushed the door of the bathroom open and walked into the little room. Looking up, she froze. Paul was standing there in front of the toilet, his cock in his hand.
At thirty two Paul was the same age as Kathy. They had gone to high school together. He was tall and very handsome with dark hair and wickedly dark eyes. Kathy sometimes liked to be in the same room with him just to stare at him.
"Oh! Sorry, I should have knocked."
"That’s all right. You can watch if you want."
"What?" Kathy had been too busy staring at his prick and had not quite heard him.
"I said, you can stay and watch if you like."
"Well, hurry up. I can only hold it so long.."
"No, I’d better not."
Against her better judgement, Kathy moved closer to him. She had never really watched a man pee before. Oh, she had been in the bathroom many times when Pat had had a pee but she had never really watched.
"Just one condition," Paul said as he gently stroked his prick. "If you watch me, I get to watch you."
Kathy finally managed to pull her eyes from Paul’s cock and looked at his face. He was grinning.
"Ok," she said, in spite of her mind telling her to get the hell out.
"You want to hold it?" Paul asked.
"No, you hold it. I’ll just watch." Her voice seemed to be coming from far away.
Kathy felt mesmerized as she watched the thick stream of urine squirting from the hole at the tip of Paul’s cock. She felt her juices, which had never receded after the fucking Harry had given her, roil in her body. Paul had his arm around her shoulders and she had her arm around his waist as she watched him noisily piss into the toilet. All too soon he was finished. He squeezed out the last few drops, but did not put his stiffening cock away.
"Now it’s your turn," he announced, flipping the toilet seat down.
Kathy backed up to the toilet, raised her short dress and pulled her panties down to about mid-thigh. Half in a dream, she sat on the toilet seat. She had never peed in front of anyone before.
"Hey, not fair," Paul objected. "How am I going to see you pee if you sit there with your legs together?"
"Sorry," Kathy said, her mind not quite in the same universe as her body.
She watched Paul pull her panties down to her ankles and raise her left leg to pull them free. He scooted her back on the seat and spread her legs.
"There," he said, "that’s better."
Leaning back the way she was, she knew she was sitting at the wrong angle, but she released her bladder muscles anyway. Piss squirted from between her cunt lips and splashed everywhere, into the bowl, on the seat and over the top onto the floor. She had drank too much and her bladder was full. She knew Paul was staring at her cunt and the piss pouring out of it. Looking down she saw the vestiges of Harry’s orgasm caught up in her cunt hair. She knew Paul would have noticed it too and, in some perverse way, it made her hotter. She almost felt as if she were on the verge of an orgasm. All she could feel was the heat in her body caused by Paul watching her piss and all she could see was him stroking his stiff cock.
The urine finally reduced to a trickle and them stopped, the last few drips running down the crack of her ass. Kathy made no attempt to close her legs or get up but instead put her head back and moaned. When she looked forward again, Paul had moved up between her legs and was standing inches from her, his prick in his hand. He touched her lips with the tip of his cock. As if it was the most natural thing she had ever done, she opened her mouth and let it in.
When they were first married, Pat had always been on her to suck his cock and she had steadfastly refused. After several years he had given up and she had never thought much about it since. Now, instead of her husband’s, she was sucking on the cock of a man who lived across the street. She did not understand why, but she was enjoying it.
Paul must have noticed she was not very experienced as a cocksucker but, to her relief, never said anything. Instead he gave her encouragement and mild suggestions on what might feel better for him. He lightly held the top of her head as she sucked on his penis and he gently moved it in and out of her mouth.
Kathy found herself doing something else she rarely did. Her hand had found its way to between her legs and she stroked her cunt with her fingers. For the second time that night she perceived her orgasm building. When she felt Paul’s cum squirting in her mouth her orgasm hit. Her fingers were a blur on her clit as she moaned around the cock in her mouth, semen escaping her lips and dribbling down her chin.
Reluctantly, Kathy released the softening cock. With her mouth still full of his sperm, she looked up at Paul. He smiled down at her.
"Proper etiquette suggests that a lady swallows a gentleman’s cum," he said. Kathy swallowed.
Suddenly the door flew open and Mary burst in.
Mary was the same age as Kathy and Paul and had also gone to the same high school. She was several inches taller than Kathy and had a slim build with smallish breasts. Kathy had known her for almost twenty years. She had a pleasant face and wore her brown hair short. She almost never wore dresses or skirts.
"Quick!" she said in a panic, fumbling at the fly buttons on her tight jeans. "The downstairs bathroom was busy and I’m just about to piss my pants."
Kathy jumped up and stood next to Paul. Stunned, they watched the intruder trying to remove her pants, but the harder she tried to unbutton them the more her long tee shirt got in the way.
"Oh, no. Oh, shit. Oh, god!" she yelled. Kathy and Paul watched as a dark stain grew on the hapless woman’s pants, starting at her crotch and working its way down her legs. "Too late," she wailed, "too fucking late."
The damage was done and her pants were soaking. Resigned, she finally looked up at the two staring at her.
"Hello," she said, a mischievous sound in her voice, "what have you two been up to?"
Paul had tucked his prick back in his pants when Mary had burst into the room, but there was no mistaking the black panties around Kathy’s right ankle or the drops of cum on her chin. Kathy quickly stepped out of the panties, picked them up and wiped her chin with them.
Not expecting an answer, Mary asked instead, “What will I do with these wet pants?”
Ever the gracious host, Kathy said, “Take them off and toss them into the tub. I’ll find you something else to wear.”
Finally managing the buttons, Mary kicked off her shoes and, without a thought that a man was in the room, pushed her wet pants and panties down to her feet. When she had stepped out of them, Kathy picked them up and dropped them into the bath tub. Meanwhile, Paul had wet a cloth and was on his knees, wiping Mary’s bare legs and crotch with it.
"How gallant," Mary observed. "But don’t expect a blowjob as a reward." Kathy felt her face go red.
"Now, about those clothes," Mary said. She pointed to the panties in Kathy’s hand. "Those will do nicely."
Kathy let the woman take the underpants from her hand, watching in shock as Mary put them to her nose and sniffed them.
"Yes," she said, "these will do very nicely."
Stepping into them, Mary pulled the tiny panties up and adjusted the tee shirt to cover them. Then she slipped her shoes on and walked out of the room.
Still shocked at what she had just seen, Kathy turned and looked at Paul.
"She is truly a disgusting lady," he said grinning. Then, changing the subject a bit, he said, "Say, now that we’re alone again, why don’t we …"
"No!" Kathy almost shouted. "I’m in enough trouble as it is. I have to go back downstairs before people start to notice I’m gone. I’ll go and you follow in a few minutes." With that she left, ignoring his protests.
When Kathy reached the bottom of the stairs she realized she had forgotten to put on another pair of underpants. Next time I’m upstairs, she thought to herself. The living room was empty but there was a lot of noise coming from the games room. Music also emanated from the room suggesting that the stereo had been moved from the living room. Pat’s favorite record of classic R&B hits was playing.
Kathy walked into the room and stopped short just inside the door. Somehow the pool game had degenerated into strip pool. Pat was down to his singlet and underpants and Nailene only wore very brief pants and bra. Janine and Neville, a boyish looking young man of twenty five, were almost fully dressed, Neville missing his shirt and Janine her blouse. Frank and young Judy, though, were obviously the heavy losers. Mary’s husband Frank, The oldest of the men at the party by one year and quite tall and rugged looking with a hairy chest, only wore a skimpy pair of under- pants and his partner Judy was topless. Neville seemed to be enjoying his wife’s slight embarrassment.
Mary, with her tee shirt and bare legs, and Harry were acting as spectators, making smart cracks about the players and their lack of skill. Wendy and Murray were also in the room watching. They were in their late twenties, both short, shy and reserved, and, some said, not God’s brightest gifts to the world. They had only been married for two years and sometimes still acted like school children. Kathy had heard, from Mary of course, that Wendy had still been a virgin when she married Murray.
Murray seemed uncomfortable with the situation, wanting to leave, but Wendy, who had probably had too much to drink, watched with keen interest.
Kathy’s first reaction was to get angry but, upon reflection on what she had just been doing, she toned her anger down. She watched as Pat helped Nailene line up a shot, wondering if the way he rubbed her huge, black tits helped in any way.
The song that had been playing finished and the seminal R&B classic Bad to the Bone blared out. To everyone’s surprise, Wendy jumped off her bar stool and scrambled onto the pool table where she started dancing.
"No, not in your shoes!" she heard Pat yelling desperately. "You’ll rip the baize! Take your shoes off!"
Obligingly, Wendy kicked her shoes off in Pat’s direction. Wendy danced with wild abandon. Another victim of the demon drink, Kathy thought to herself. She looked over at Murray who sat watching his wife with his mouth hanging open.
People started clapping and shouting “Get your clothes off” to Wendy. To Kathy’s astonishment, Wendy did. First her dress came off which she kicked into Frank’s face, then her petticoat. She struggled a bit with her panty hose but soon got them off. Now wearing only bra and panties she was really gyrating and doing a good imitation of a bump and grind. Kathy wondered where she had learned that. From the expression on Murray’s face, he was wondering the same thing.
Wendy reached behind her back and unfastened her bra which she let slip to the table. Kathy was a bit puzzled. The twenty eight year old Wendy was a short and slightly built woman with an almost child-like body. Kathy had seen her last year in a swimsuit and her tits were quite small. Now they looked quite bloated, the nipples stretched to near bursting point. The puzzle was answered, though, when Wendy squeezed on her tits just behind her nipples. A stream of milk squirted from each nipple onto the watching crowd. Of course, Kathy thought, Wendy’s just had a baby and was breast feeding it.
The crowd cheered at this unexpected turn of events as Wendy milked herself dry. In the meantime someone had reached up and pulled her panties down, revealing a small brown patch of pubic hair. After the song finished Wendy dived into the crowd. Two of the men caught her and quickly whisked her away to the nearby couch.
Kathy looked over at Murray who was watching Frank working his cock up Wendy’s cunt while Wendy giggled. Murray did not look pleased at all and was clenching and unclenching his fists. Oh, shit, there’s going to be a fight, Kathy thought. To avoid it, she rushed to Murray’s side, grabbed him by the arm and dragged him from the room.
"Come with me, Murray," she said, "I want to show you something."
Murray was reluctant to leave but followed Kathy anyway, looking back at his wife being screwed by Frank while the others looked on and, probably, waited their turn.
Outside the room, Murray turned to Kathy. “What did you want to show me?” He was nervous and upset and kept glancing at the door.
Kathy did not have a clue what she wanted to show him; it was the first thing that popped into her head when she knew she had to get him out of the room.
Murray looked at her again, rage starting to appear in his eyes. “Well?” he demanded.
Kathy leaned against the wall by the doorway and raised the front of her short skirt to her waist It was the only thing she could think of at such quick notice.. “Take a look at this.”
Murray looked down at the curly brown hair between her legs. Kathy pushed her hips forward to give him a better look. Murray licked his lips. An incident had been averted.
Murray placed his hand on her bush. Kathy spread her legs a bit more and rotated her hips. She felt a finger slide up her hole. Kathy continued to rotate her hips.. The finger felt good.
While he fingered her, Kathy bent over and unzipped Murray’s pants to pull out his cock. She gasped when she touched it; it was huge. With one hand still on her pussy, Murray used the other to help get the monster out. It was over ten inches long and very thick. Kathy wondered how the small framed Wendy could accommodate it. Then she wondered how she would.
Murray stroked it a few times until it was at its full length. “Take your dress off,” he commanded.
"Unzip me," Kathy said.
Once the dress was unzipped, Kathy pulled it up over her head and dropped it on the floor beneath her. After unbuckling his pants, Murray pulled them and his shorts down to his ankles. Grasping her behind her right knee, Murray lifted Kathy’s leg to gain better access to her wet cunt. He stooped, placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to her hole and slowly pushed it in.
Kathy grunted as Murray’s prick stretched her like she had never been stretched before. She felt like he was driving a train up her cunt. He worked it in and out, lubricating it more with each stroke. Kathy was glad she had had sex with the other two men before attempt- ing Murray, otherwise she would never have managed the enormous cock.
Murray still had three inches to go when he hit her cervix. When he tried to push it further, Kathy said, “It’s in as far as it will go.”
Murray gave her a puzzled look. “Wendy takes the whole thing,” he said.
"Wendy must have a deeper cunt," she suggested.
"They come in sizes?"
"Just fuck me. But carefully."
After a few strokes, Kathy found herself completely lubed up. It felt wonderful; at the angle they were screwing she had at least six inches of cock rubbing directly on her clit as it went in, and six more inches as it went out. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he slobbered on her tits.
After a few minutes, Murray announced, “It’s all the way in, now.”
"Oh, shit," was all Kathy could say.
"Hello, darlings. Having fun?" It was Janine. "I’m just off to the bathroom. Ooo, Murray, where have you been hiding that? Don’t go away, I’ll be right back."
Kathy did not pay her much attention; she was too busy being royally screwed. Whoever said that size doesn’t matter, she thought, must have been a man with a small prick.
Murray sped up and she could feel her orgasm building. It was going to be a big one. Suddenly Murray grunted and pushed his cock up as far as it would go. Kathy thought it was going up her throat and out her mouth. His prick expanded even more, stretching her cunt to the limit. She felt the first spurt of his orgasm deep inside her which caused her own orgasm to hit. She went out of her mind.
They were both sweaty and panting. Kathy noticed that somehow she had wrapped both her legs around Murray’s waist as he pressed her back against the wall. His prick softened and slipped out of her with a plop, and she lowered her legs to the floor. She could barely stand and stood sprawl-legged, leaning against the wall. She was not sure if she would ever be able to put her legs together again. Cum poured out of her cunt like a waterfall.
"Oh, good show, good show," Janine said. Kathy had no idea how long she had been standing there watching. Janine grabbed Murray’s hand and led him over to the couch in the living room. Sitting him down she dropped to her knees and began resuscitating his cock with her mouth.
Kathy picked up her dress and put it back on. There were gobs of cum down the front of it where it had dripped out of her cunt. She scooped up a bit with her finger and tasted it; she was surprised it did not taste exactly like Paul’s.
She walked back into the games room and poured herself another drink. The scene in the room was unbelievable. Pat had Nailene on her back on the pool table with her long legs over his shoulders. He was busy licking her cunt. Frank was still screwing Wendy who was also sucking on Neville’s cock. From the noises she was making, she was thoroughly enjoying herself. Mary and Judy were both naked. They stood near the couch watching the three on the couch. Kathy realized with a shock the two women were fingering each other’s slits.
Noticing someone had come into the room, Mary turned her head and looked at Kathy. She removed her hand from Judy’s pussy and turned to face the newcomer. Judy turned, too. They put their arms around each other’s waist.
"Hello, Kathy," Mary said. "Judy and I were just about to start our own party. You want to join us?"
Kathy had heard rumors about Mary. They were obviously true. But Judy! At twenty four she was the youngest one there. She was also the prettiest with long blonde hair, natural, Kathy confirmed with a quick glance down, sea green eyes, perfect nose, pouty lips, large firm breasts … Kathy shook her head. What was she thinking?
"I think your spare bedroom is free," Mary continued. Linked arm in arm, the two walked to the door. "You coming with?" she asked Kathy again.
"I don’t think so," Kathy said, but with no real conviction.
"Come on, Kathy," Judy said, "it’ll be fun."
Kathy hesitated. Finally she said, “Ok. But just to watch.”
"That’s what they all say," Mary commented.
Kathy followed them out the door. Glancing at the couch in the living room she saw that Janine had managed to get Murray’s cock stiff and, straddling his legs, was busy trying to stuff it into her cunt.
Kathy followed Mary and Judy up the stairs. She found she could not keep her eyes off of Judy’s perfect ass. Once in the bedroom the two embraced and kissed each other. It was a long, tongue kiss. Kathy felt slightly embarrassed. Breaking their kiss they turned to her. While Judy rubbed Kathy’s tits through the material of her dress, Mary unzipped the dress from behind and pulled it down. Kathy then felt Mary’s hand reach between her legs from behind and stroke her cunt with her fingers. At the same time Judy kissed her on the lips.
Kathy found the kiss very different from a man’s. It was much softer. She found herself kissing the young woman back, their tongues entwining, and rubbing Judy’s tits like Judy was rubbing hers. Mary’s fingers were working wonders on her and she felt herself getting hot again, not that she had ever cooled down.
They moved Kathy over to the bed and laid her down. Mary lay down next to her and started kissing her while continuing to work her cunt with her fingers. Judy had taken one of Kathy’s nipples in her mouth and was
gently sucking and biting on it.
Mary removed her fingers from Kathy’s cunt and rubbed them around Kathy’s lips. Involuntarily, Kathy opened her mouth and Mary put the fingers in, letting Kathy suck on them. In the meantime Judy had made her way between Kathy’s legs and, spreading them, proceeded to lick her slit. Kathy jumped when she felt the woman’s tongue invade her most private part but soon settled down, enjoying the exquisite feeling. Mary kissed Kathy and rubbed her tits.
"We women are much better at licking pussy than men are, aren’t we?" Mary stated. Kathy could only agree.
Judy licked up and down Kathy’s slit and fluttered her tongue over her clit. Kathy could feel another orgasm building. Long deep probes of Judy’s tongue in her hole almost sent her over the top. Suddenly Mary straddling her face. She looked up and found herself staring right into Mary’s cunt. Kathy had never taken a real close-up look at a cunt before, not even her own. Mary’s slit was over four inches long and the red inner lips protruded quite a bit. Kathy noticed she had a large clitoris and, more surprisingly, that Mary shaved the area around her slit. With its wrinkles, lumps, folds and deep pink insides it looked quite ugly, but strangely beautiful in its own way. She watched as one of Mary’s fingers rubbed her slit. Stray drops of cunt juice dripped onto her face.
"Eat me, Kathy, eat me," Mary begged.
Mary’s cunt descended closer to Kathy’s face. Kathy found the smell if it to be strong but not unpleasant. What Judy was doing felt so good that Kathy could see no reason not to give Mary the same pleasure. She stuck her tongue out as Mary’s cunt pressed against her mouth.
Kathy worked her tongue into Mary’s hole. She licked around the folds of her cunt and flicked at the large clit with her tongue. Mary helped by spreading her cunt lips with her fingers. Kathy’s own orgasm was building and, as it flowed over her, she found herself moaning into Mary’s crotch.
Mary remained sitting on Kathy’s face but Judy got up and straddled her stomach. Kathy could not see anything but could hear the two women kissing as they rubbed her tits. Mary moaned and rubbed her cunt back and forth on Kathy’s face. The pace of the movement picked up until Mary cried out with her orgasm.
"Fuck!" she said, climbing off Kathy’s face. "For a first timer you certainly did well." Kathy smiled, her face covered in cunt juice.
"Do me! Do me!" Judy insisted. Mary laid the younger woman on her right side and pushed her left leg up. Kathy was instructed to lick Judy’s moist slit. Judy’s cunt smelled and tasted differently to Mary’s, not quite as strong. This time she could see what she was doing. Like Judy did to her, she concentrated most of her tongue action to the woman’s clit. Mary got on the other side of Judy and spread her ass cheeks. Kathy could hardly believe it when Mary started tonguing Judy’s puckered little ass hole.
"Oh, fuck, that feels good," Judy cried with enthusiasm. "Both holes at once. Stick your tongue in deeper. Oh, I love it."
Judy was really enjoying the double licking. All of a sudden Kathy felt Judy’s fingers on her own slit, rubbing her swollen clit. She raised her leg to give the woman better access. In no time Judy came, Kathy following shortly after.
"I see, there already is a party going on in here," a male voice said. Kathy looked up. It was Neville. Frank was with him and they held Wendy between them. All three were stark naked.
"Yes," Frank said. "I see my naughty wife just can’t keep her tongue out of other women’s boxes."
"You can’t seem to keep you prick out of other women’s boxes either," Mary said, indicating at Wendy.
"This is a great party," Wendy hiccuped, her words coming out with a slur.
"It’s turning out that way," Kathy agreed, a bit sardonically.
"Well, I don’t know about you, Neville," Frank said, "but I haven’t fucked the hostess yet."
"No," Neville replied, "nor have I."
Before she knew what was happening, Kathy found herself on her back on the bed with Neville by her head holding her legs up by the ankles and spreading them widely. At the foot of the bed Frank positioning himself between her legs. As Frank entered her she heard Wendy ask, “What were you and Kathy and Judy
"Here, we’ll show you," Mary replied from somewhere beside the bed..
Technically, I’m being raped here, Kathy thought to herself. But instead of screaming or struggling, she sucked the limp prick she found hanging by her face into her mouth. Neville was more than happy to let her do so and responded by growing hard again. Kathy had never had a cock grow big in her mouth and she liked the experience.
Frank banged away at her cunt hard and fast. Since he had only recently come, he lasted a long time and Kathy had three more orgasms. While he fucked her, she ministered to Neville’s now hard cock. She sucked on it, licked around its head and tongued the entire length of its underside. She pulled him up into a kneeling position over her head and licked his balls, at one point taking the entire hairy bag into her mouth. The entire time Neville played with her tits and pulled on her nipples.
Frank finally came with a grunt, depositing his sperm deep in Kathy’s cunt. When he had decunted, Neville got up and walked around to the foot of the bed. He flipped Kathy onto her hands and knees and entered her effortlessly, fucking her doggy style. Kathy pushed back at his thrusts, her tits bouncing with each jolt.
Mary, Judy and Wendy were lying on the floor in a daisy chain. Kathy watched as Mary licked Wendy, Wendy licked Judy and Judy licked Mary. Mary noticed her looking and broke the chain. She and Judy picked Wendy up, positioned her on the bed in front of Kathy and spread her legs. Without hesitation, Kathy lapped at the woman’s cunt while Mary and Judy sucked on Kathy’s hard nipples and played with themselves.
Neville’s pile driving into her cunt caused Kathy to come again. Wendy came at the same time, thrashing about on the bed. Neville shot his wad into Kathy and drew his cock out of her. It was time for a rest.
Frank had gone and brought back two six packs of beer which he distributed to the orgyists. Kathy gladly accepted the can proffered to her and drank it down even though she did not normally like beer. It was refreshing.
Kathy had to go to the bathroom and got up off the bed. As she walked out of the room the orgy started to show signs of life again. Frank had pushed Judy on her back and was licking her cunt and Wendy and Mary alternated sucking on Neville’s prick. Kathy left anyway.
Cum streamed down her legs as Kathy walked to her bedroom but she paid it no mind. Her bladder was full and she had to go. Entering the bedroom she saw Sue on the bed sucking on Ben’s big, black cock. Paul was on the bed licking Sue’s cunt and stroking his limp prick at the same time.
Sue took the black cock from her mouth. “Come join us,” she said.
"I have to pee, first," Kathy replied. "Maybe after."
Kathy staggered into the bathroom and noticed with some surprise she was still wearing her high heels. She sat on the toilet and took a much needed piss. The toilet paper she used to wipe herself had more cum
on it than urine.
Glancing up she saw she had forgot to close the door. Ben and Sue were looking at her, his hard cock back in Sue’s mouth. Kathy walked back into the bedroom and watched Sue suck on it for a few moments until Ben pushed Sue’s head away and pulled Kathy down on top of him. She straddled his stomach and moved back, allowing him to ease his prick into her. She had always fantasized about screwing a black man. Now she was doing it.
They set a slow pace. Kathy’s nipples rubbed and stiffened against Ben’s muscular, black chest. She closed her eyes and let the sensations flow through her. Unexpectedly, a wet finger touched her ass hole. With a dreamy look, she glanced behind her. Sue had her hand on Kathy’s butt, stroking her anus.
"You like that?" Sue asked.
"Yes," Kathy replied. "it’s lovely."
"How about this?" Sue asked, forcing a finger up Kathy’s ass. The finger in her ass felt even better.
"Would you lick it for me?"
"What? You want me to lick your ass hole?"
"Yes, please. If you would."
Sue moved behind her. Kathy felt her butt cheeks being pulled apart and Sue’s tongue touch her ass hole. Kathy stopped moving, letting Ben work at slipping his cock in and out of her. She kissed Ben, forcing her tongue into his mouth and mewing with delight.
Sue licked all around Kathy’s wrinkled little hole, her darting tongue giving Kathy great pleasure. It was too much; Kathy felt herself tipping over the edge.
"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, I’m coming agaaaaaaaain!"
By the time she recovered, Sue had moved back up the bed with her face just inches from Kathy’s.
"Did you enjoy that?" Sue asked.
"Oh, you wouldn’t believe. You can do that to me anytime you want."
Sue stuck her tongue out. As Kathy sucked on it she felt Sue working her finger up her ass again. One finger became two and Kathy felt another orgasm coming. Two fingers became something larger. Sue’s thumb? No. When Kathy looked back she saw Paul ready to push his cock up her ass.
Kathy braced herself but still was not ready for the pain. She grunted, then cried out.
"Have you never been fucked up the ass before?" Sue asked.
"No," said Kathy. "It hurts."
"Just relax," Sue advised. "It’ll feel much better when it’s all the way in. I love being ass-fucked. Ben and Paul have both already screwed me in the ass tonight. I’d rather have it in the ass than in the cunt. And one in the ass and one in the cunt at the same time is the best."
One in the ass and one in the cunt, the thought made Kathy’s head swim. It also made her hotter which made her relax more. The prick assaulting her rectum started to slip in more easily, stretching her anus to the limit.. Soon Ben and Paul set up a good rhythm as they both fucked her.
Kathy’s next two orgasms came in rapid succession. They were the best she had had with the possible exception of Murray screwing her against the wall in the living room. It was not much longer before Ben grunted and squirted his cum deep in Kathy’s cunt. Sue began sucking on Ben’s prick as soon as it plopped out of Kathy’s dripping hole. Paul continued fucking her, relishing the tightness of Kathy’s ass hole around his cock. Finally he grunted and filled her bowels with his cum.
Kathy was exhausted. She rolled off Ben and lay on her back on the bed. She was slightly aware of Sue climbing on top of her, head to foot, and begin licking the cum from her slit. She opened her eyes slightly and saw Sue’s dark haired cunt staring back at her. I always knew she wasn’t a real blonde, Kathy vaguely thought as she slipped into unconsciousness.
It was the early morning sun streaming through the window that woke Kathy. That and something heavy lying on her. She was in her bed and on her back. The sleeping Sue was lying on Kathy’s right with her face pressed against Kathy’s right tit, arm over Kathy’s chest and her hand on Kathy’s left tit. Ben was on Kathy’s left and had an arm across her stomach and his left leg thrown over both her legs. He was gently snoring. Paul lay asleep on the other side of Sue with his arm around her waist.
Kathy slowly disentangled herself and quietly got out of the bed so as not to disturb the other three. She walked over to her closet and got the short, colorful silk robe Pat had bought her for her birthday two years before. Looking down she noticed she was still wearing those shoes. Her garter belt was twisted and her stockings had runs in them. Her cunt hair was encrusted with dried cum. After straightening the garter belt, she put on the robe and left the room.
She paused at the doorway of the spare room and looked inside. Mary and Judy were on the floor asleep in each other’s arms. On the bed, between the sleeping forms of Frank and Neville, were Murray and Wendy. They were screwing in the missionary position. They did not notice Kathy who watched them for a few minutes, still wondering how he got that monster cock of his all the way into her.
Leaving the two lovers to their privacy, Kathy made her way down the stairs. Seeing Harry sitting on the couch she walked over to him. A quick glance into the pool room as she passed revealed Pat asleep on the pool table with Janine on one side of him and Nailene on the other. They were all naked.
Harry was wearing his underpants and leaning back on the couch. She sat down next to him.
"Great party, Kathy."
"Father O’Dowd is going to shit himself when I go to my next confession."
"That’s right, I forgot you were Catholic. Well, sometimes you have to go with the flow."
"It flowed all right."
They were silent for a few moments until Harry said, “I enjoyed being with you in the laundry.”
"Yes," Kathy replied, "I enjoyed that, too." Reaching down into the opening of Harry’s boxer shorts, she took hold of his soft cock and squeezed it.
"I have serious doubts you’ll be able to get that thing working in a hurry. Pat and Murray and I took turns fucking Nailene and Janine all night. Have you seen the size of Murray’s schlong?"
"Yes. I’ve - more than seen it," Kathy responded.
"I see. Well, I’m afraid my poor prick is truly down for the count."
"We’ll see," Kathy said.
She bent over and took the soft cock into her mouth. Harry was amazed when, after a few minutes of Kathy’s sucking and licking, it started to respond and more than a bit amazed when, after a few minutes more, it was fully erect.
"You are certainly a woman of hidden talents," Harry remarked.
Without a word, Kathy straddled Harry’s lap and slipped his penis into her sore hole. It felt good. Harry pushed the short robe from her shoulders onto the floor and played with her full tits. He let Kathy do all the work as she slowly ground away at his cock with her cunt. They french kissed and she tongued the inside of his ear. After her second orgasm, Harry felt his own arrive. It was not much of one but it felt good.
They sat hugging and kissing for a few moments until Kathy suddenly got up. “I suppose I should make breakfast for this crowd,” she said. Harry reached down and picked up her robe to hand it to her but Kathy was already on her way to the kitchen. Harry watched her walk, her swaying ass framed by her garter belt. A small trickle of his cum ran down her left leg and pooled at the top of her stocking.
Fuck it, I’m hungry, he thought. He threw the robe onto the couch, stood up and followed Kathy into the kitchen.
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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it!
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