Aunt Sue

 At the age of seventeen I moved into my older sister's
house, taking over a bedroom and a washroom in the basement. It
worked out pretty well; Peggy, my sister and her husband Rick,
left me alone mostly and their kids, Jason, 14, and Julie, 13,
were alright kids. I had my own entrance and shared the phone so
I was nicely set for a girl of 17. The only problem was that the
storage room and my two rooms were only separated by wood
panelling and it was noisy sometimes.
     I moved in in June and after I'd been there a couple of
weeks I noticed Jason staring at me from time to time. Sometimes,
when I was sun bathing in the back yard I would glance up at the
house and see a curtain quickly drawn. Occasionally, I'd
straighten up after bending to put something in the dishwasher
and there he'd be, with a funny little smile on his face. I was
kind of flattered and thought, "what 14 year-old boy wouldn't ?"
Afterall, I took great pride in my body-I was 5'7", slim, with
large (36D), firm breasts, long legs that I keep in shape by
dancing, and shoulder length, thick blonde hair. When I go out I
tend to dress to accent my assets: High heels, leather minis,
tight faded jeans, form fitting tops or sometimes something loose
and blousy, revealing as I turn this way or that. If I'm home, a
wee T-shirt and short shorts, or my skimpy bikini.
     One day I picked up the phone and heard Jason talking to his
best friend, Mike. He said quietly, "It'll be great, everyone's
going away for the weekend and we'll be the only ones here." My
nosiness got the better of me, afterall, I was going to be home
all weekend, except for a part time job Saturday afternoon; I was
shocked to hear what came next. "It's all set," Jason continued,
"when she gets home from work, we'll be in the storage
room-she'll never come in-and we can see everything! Honest, I
made the holes." I replaced the receiver and looked at the wall
and couldn't see anything, until I got up and and looked closely.
On either side of the full length mirror, 4 feet from the floor,
in the thin panelling, were two small drilled holes. I stepped
into the washroom and found two there, as well. I couldn't
believe it. I ran into the storage room and found the holes in my
bedroom and, looking through them, was amazed. It was as if you
were standing in the same room, my bed and dresser, the couch,
the closet door were all in perfect view. Moving down the wall
and looking through the holes I saw my shower and toilet just a
couple of feet away. 'Those little bastards,' I thought, angry at
first and then kind of understanding: 'Maybe Saturday will be
fun....' I smiled wickedly.
     As a weekend phone receptionist I was able to wear any thing
I wanted and this day I was dressed to the hilt: Black leather
mini skirt, sheer black stockings, 5" stiletto heels and a black
leather vest. My shiny blonde hair created an exceptional
contrast. Unseen, my black-lace half bra (my nipples just peeking
out), black silk panties and garter belt, kept me horny all day.
      When I returned home everything was quiet but I checked a
small piece of paper I'd left in front of the storage room door
to find it moved completely: The boys were there. I entered my
apartment excited, thinking about my young audience, and turned
on some sensual music on the stereo. Slowly I gyrated with the
music, watching my reflection, fully aware they were just two
feet in front of me, and began an erotic strip-tease. I moved my
hips in a gentle, circular motion while unbuttoning my vest until
it was open fully at my chest, revealing my lace covered globes.
Then, with both hands behind me, I arched my hips forward and,
bit by bit, lowered the zipper on my skirt and, after a
hesitation, let it fall around my ankles and then, turning my
panty covered ass to the wall, bent from the waist to step out of
the leather garment. As the black lace crept between my cheeks I
was sure they could see the wet spot on my crotch. Throwing the
vest on the bed I danced a sensual dance for the rest of the
song-running my long painted fingernails over my body, cupping my
heavy breasts with both hands and squatting, perched on my heels,
knees spread, in front of the mirror, stroking my inner thighs. I
licked my ruby red lips with my long, pink, pointy tongue while
staring into the mirror.
     When the song ended I walked about the room, bending this
way and that displaying myself to the boys. I was getting super
horny and even patted my pussy a couple of times but I didn't get
into it too much, wanting to tease them even more.
     When I slipped into the bathroom I heard them shuffle to
their new vantage point. With my back to them I leaned forward
over the sink, on tip toes, my face close to the mirror, and
touched up my make-up, being sure my feet were a good three feet
apart. I really laid on the dark lipstick and heavy eyeliner and
added blush to add to my dynamic, powerful look.
     Returning to the bedroom, I gazed for a moment into the
mirror again, slipping a hand down the front of my panties and
just touching the tip of my throbbing clit, "Mmmnnn....." I
moaned, my knees buckling slightly. I was too horny now, I had to
do something.
      Quickly, I left my bedroom and flung open the door to the
storage room- "Jason!" I shouted, bringing one arm up across my
chest in mock modesty and the other down, cupping my puss. "-And
Mike....what is going on? What are those holes?!" I looked at the
pinpricks of light in the wall.
     "Oh no....." Mike said softly.
      "Well-I-uh....that is...." stammered Jason. Both boys were
dressed in shorts and their young hard-ons were blatant as they
alternately looked at the wall and each other while stealing
glances at me. I was considerably taller than the boys,
especially in heels. They were only shoulder height to me-eye
level with my heaving chest. I now stood with my feet apart and
hands on my hips, breasts gently separated and exposed, and
glared down at them, "I think you two have some explaining to
do..." I pointed to my bedroom door and they shuffled in as I
followed and closed the door.
     I sat on the couch and crossed my legs while Jason and Mike
apologised and begged forgiveness. They went on and on until I
said, "Have either of you seen a naked girl before ?" They shook
their heads, blushing. I stood up and walked between them and
with my back to them unsnapped the front of my bra, and turning
back toward them dropping it on the floor said, "Did you hope to
see these ?" My bare breasts jiggled inches in front of their
gaping mouths, the pink nipples stiffening as I smiled down at
them.
     "Holy....." Mike whispered.
     "Man oh man...." Jason said hoarsley. They both gulped and
looked intently at my firm tits. My pussy quivered in heat. I
pointed to the snaps securing the sheer nylons to my garter belt.
     "Undo them boys." Trancelike the two boys stepped forward
and fumbled with my garter but finally they were both loose, "Now
slowly roll them down to my ankles..." Inch by inch and with both
hands they rolled my black, sheer stockings down over my thighs
and my firm calves until the boys were kneeling at my feet. One
at a time I had them remove a high heel and nylon and then put
the shoe back on my foot. Then I looked down at them. With their
innocent faces upturned they looked directly into my crotch.
"With your teeth, pull these down..." I snapped the front of my
silk panties. Eagerly the two boys were mouthing my panties and
clutching at their crotches as their wet, drooling lips pulled my
panties to my ankles, nibbling at my flesh all the way, revealing
my nicely trimmed, blonde bush as they gasped for air. I stepped
out of them and stood, feet wide apart, and threw off my garter
belt saying, "Is this what you guys were looking for?"
     "Oh yeah...."
     "Unbelievable...." They just stared at my pouting,
glistening twat, still fondling themselves. Sitting on the edge
of the bed I crossed my legs and told them to stand up and take
off their shirts. After they bared their hairless chests I
reached forward and put a hand into each crotch, getting a
handful of young, hard flesh, and squeezed and fondled them while
licking my lips. Letting go, I lay back on the bed, uncrossed and
spread my legs, feet on the floor and grasped my tits, squeezing
hard, staring at the boys who watched me in awe. I moved my hands
down my tummy and between my legs, pulling my cunt lips apart,
rolling my hips, one finger grazing my protruding clitoris-I
could barely control my breathing.
     "Take them off..." I breathed looking at their shorts and
clumsily they dropped them revealing two clean, throbbing, young
cocks. Though their pubic hair wasn't fully grown, the rest of
them was. Swollen pink balls hung beneath the smooth, hard
pricks. I cupped an aching breast in each hand and said "Come,
suck on these..." They crawled onto the bed, one on either side
of me, and tentatively leaned their mouths forward to grasp a
hard nipple each. "Mmnn...yeah..suck them..." I moaned while
reaching behind them, grabbing their firm asses and pulling them
down on top of me until they each wrapped their legs around one
of my spread thighs, rubbing their quivering pricks against my
silky skin while they continued to slurp on my tits. Writhing and
moaning underneath of them I worked my hands between their legs
to lightly scratch a scrotum with each hand-they pressed harder
into my thighs-I touched their tight assholes with a fingernail
as they too began making animal sounds. Our three naked bodies
pressed hard into each other and they each filled their hungry
mouths with my warm breast flesh. I could feel my dripping pussy
tingling wetly with two hard shafts so near, my pelvis moving,
snakelike. They were bucking against my inner thighs like dogs,
grunting and groaning. Wordlessly I reached in front of them,
grabbing their dicks and pulled them up my body, positioning them
so that they were kneeling on either side of my head, their
quivering cocks jutting out, over my face. I wrapped a hand
around each throbbing dick and squeezed, pumping slowly. Turning
my head toward Jason I snaked my tongue below his balls and
lifted one with my tongue, playing and rubbing and sucking. I
opened my mouth letting Jason position his testicles above my
lips and I filled my mouth with him. The boys each took one of my
swollen breasts in hand, squeezing and pinching my nipples while
my pussy ached.
     Releasing Jason I turned my attention to young Mike as I
hungrily lapped his balls, both boys were moaning and quivering,
I knew they wouldn't last long. I ran the tip of my tongue along
the underside of Mike's cock, from the base to the shiny purple
head, feeling him shudder. Doing the same to Jason, I ended up
engulfing the head with my warm mouth, sucking in my cheeks and
opening my throat. I pulled back and, a cock in each hand, began
rubbing them both over my lips, wetly licking and sucking until,
my mouth as wide as it can go, they were both in my mouth, my
tongue slithering across their hardened flesh while I groped at
their balls.
     Jason began the low moan first quickly followed by Mike.
They began to shudder and shake and manipulated my breasts harder
and faster. Legs spread, my hips started to buck and jump on the
bed when the eruptions began. Thick, hot white spurts of come
filled my mouth from both spasmodic cocks until they were
shooting more than I could swallow, causing the sticky liquid to
drip from my stretched lips onto my face. Licking and sucking all
I could I frantically swallowed their come, pumping and squeezing
every last drop with my hands-my body writhing beneath them. The
boys relaxed slightly but I was still due and since their young
pricks remained hard, I scrambled up, pushing Jason on his back.
      Straddling his hips I grabbed his prick with both hands,
rubbing the head up and down my greasy slit. "I'm gonna fuck you,
boy, uhn...uhn..uhm yeah...oh... yeah," I panted, bouncing on his
hips, "You want...uhn.. that.. eh? You want me to... uhn... put
it in?" I moaned, squeezing and pumping his cock. Wide-eyed, he
nodded his head eagerly. I glanced at Mike stroking his erect
penis and said, "That's right...uhn.. mmnn.. uhn... keep it...
uhn... warm...." and directed Jason's cock into my hole.
Instantly I descended full length onto his prick, filling myself.
With a long, low moan I fell forward smothering Jason with my
breasts and reached behind me with both hands spreading my ass
cheeks, groaning, "Come on Mike! Ohhh! Up my... a-h-h... up my
uhm.. uhn.. ass!"
     Mike needed no more encouragement as I felt his hands on my
ass and the tip of his cock nudging my tight asshole. I pulled my
cheeks wider and ground my breasts into Jason's face. "Come on...
yeah.. all-the-way... uhn... uhnn... stick it in!" I called and
Mike drove his cock deep into my rectum and continued to pound
into me in a frenzy, pushing my pussy hard against Jason which
jammed his cock deeper into my pussy. Both young boys began to
fuck me with all their might stretching both orifices to the
limit-I had Mike holding my hips securely as he pounded into me
from the rear and Jason biting and sucking my nipples as he
bucked and weaved beneath me grinding my clitoris back and forth.
Again and again the waves of orgasm enveloped my body as I lost
control, wriggling and thrashing under their two-pronged assault.
Mike pulled his cock almost all the way out of my anus allowing
me to raise my hips slipping Jason's dick almost all the way out
of my pussy when Mike would suddenly drive the length of his
prick into me again, impaling me on Jason's rigid tool-time and
time again until the boys joined me in my extended orgasm by
loading my holes with their flowing semen and finally, we
collapsed in a heap of quivering, sweaty flesh. We pryed
ourselves apart and I slowly got to my feet feeling slightly bow
legged.
     "I'm going to have a shower, it's time for you to go," I
said and stepped into the bathroom, hearing them rustle around
behind me. I hung a towel over the holes in the wall and turned
on the water.

--

Avril

She walked into the park with the unconcern of someone who has
forgotten the reason behind their actions. The trees masked the street
lights, and almost immediately she could hardly see the ground infront
of her. She strode on, eying the shadows worriedly but more intent on
plans for the weekend ahead.

Avril was a pretty girl; five feet six tall; slim with long fair hair.
She wore a short coat over her knee length woollen skirt, her cotton
blouse  and her light cardigan. It had been five weeks ago that she had
taken to walking home through the park. At the time it had been an
exciting decision. She was still sure that she was right, but she no
longer expected anything.

Her life was boring, she wanted some exitement, some danger. her rather
monotonous love life was the other stimulus. No matter how many
boyfriends she had she still felt stiffled, claustrophobic. This was
her escape: she would get herself raped.

Something thudded into the side of her face. She staggered and her bag
was ripped from her shoulder. She tried to hold onto it and a steam
train hit her in the stomach. As she collapsed to the floor a foot
exploded into her face. She must have released the bag because there
were running footsteps and then silence. She staggered to her feet and
promptly vomited.

She stumbled into the lavatories. They stank of urine and there were
noxious substances smeared on the wall. She dragged herelf to a
cleanish basin and looked into the mirror. Blood caked her nose, mouth
and the hair over her left temple. Her nose was twice its normal size
and a deep purple brusing was already evident. She felt her nose,
wincing at the pain. It did not seem to be broken. She ran some cold
water and started to clean up the mess.

She lived by herself, so there was no one to ask any awkward questions,
and there had been nothing in the bag to report stolen. All of her
cards and keys were in an inside pocket of her coat. There had been a
little money and her makeup, but nothing she would miss. By Monday most
of the damage had healed. There was a little yellow colour still
evident, but nothing makeup would not cover. No one at work noticed
anything strange.

So she came to be standing at the entrance to the park again that
night. She stood for several minutes, her temple sending heavy notes of
pain, as if to remind her what it ment. Then she entered the park. Now
she was fully aware of her danger and she searched all the shadows
fearfully. After what seemed an age she reached the bench which marked
the mid point of the path, and on the bench, spread randomly around,
were the contents of her handbag. The bag itself lay under the bench.
She sat down and re-packed the bag. She had started down the path
before she realised what else was missing, apart from the money. The
shock almost caused her the pee in her pants. There had been a set of
photos, taken of her last holiday in Spain. They had been taken by her
boyfriend and most of them featured her, in a skimpy bikini, playing up
to the camera. Somewhere to her left a twig broke. She started to run,
not stopping until she was safely home, leaning on the closed door and
panting heavily.

For a long time she left the park alone. Her life ground on its
monotonous way. In desperation she went back to the park, nothing
happened. Then, one night, as she reached the bench, someone moved out
of the bushes and stood right up against her as he said "Have you got
the time please?" His voice was rough and ugly and a disgusting stench
of BO assailed Avril's nostrils. This time her bladder failed her and
proceeded to empty itself. She struggled to regain her composure,
hoping that the man could not hear the trickling sound.

"Urgh, Half past five." She replied. He grunted and walked past. She
could feel twin streams of warm fluid bubling out of her knickers and
running down her legs, spiraling round her thighs, te backs of hjer
knees and over her calfs, filling her shoes and forming a puddle round
her feet. A breeze blew, and a dark stain appeared on the front of her
skirt. When she could continue walking the wind on her knickers was
very cold, and every step made a squelching noise. She reached the end
of the park and hurried through the streets, feeling everyone's eyes on
her. When she got home she found something in her pocket. It was a set
of photographs. As she sorted through them she realised that these were
the photographs that had been stolen, and that every one with her in
was missing. It was the end of the park. She would never go through
there again.

Eventualy she forgot how frightened she had been and when her boyfriend
proposed marriage she refused and went back to the park. Nothing
happened for several weeks.

The nights had drawn right in and the darkness was almost total where
the rhodedendron bushes overhung the path. She smelt the BO at the same
time as she felt a sharp pain in her right side. This time she kept a
tight hold on her bladder. "Hold it right there." said the voice. She
had already stopped walking. Her heart pounded and she tried to scream,
but nothing came out. "Now turn to your left and start walking. Don't
run or scream or it will be worse for you." She turned and ducked under
the bushes. The knife point left her side but the man was right behind
her. This was not a path, mearly a hole through the bushes and they
tore at her clothes, her legs and her face as she pushed through. She
started thinking of what was about to happen, she knew now that she had
been wrong; this was not what she wanted. She thought of the man, and
she vomited. As she wretched so her skirt was lifted and the point of
the knife pressed hard between her legs and run, painfully, up the
crevice between her buttocks. In her effort to avoid it she fell
forward, kneeling in her own puke. The man laughed a filthy, sadistic
laugh. "Frightened?" He asked, "good." A powerfull hand grasped her
upper arm and flung her along the path. "Move."

After some time she emerged into an open area, totaly enclosed by the
bushes. The ground was composed of wet leaf-mold. The man pushed her
into the middle of the clearing. She fell onto her face and crawled
away, staring up at him, terrified. There was a bright flash and Avril
realised that the man had a camera. Blinded she hid her eyes. He
chuckled.

"There is nowhere to go, only one exit from here. You will do as I say
or I will kill you." The voice was heavy and precise, Avril believed
every word. "Stand up." It said. Avril cowered lower. "I said stand
up." The man shouted, an evil snarl in his voice. Avril stood and
smoothed down her skirt, backing away. "Now you will strip." He said.
"Make it very interesting or I may get violent."

She started to strip, first the coat came off. Then she started to
unbutton the blouse. The camera flashed at intervals. With the cold
night air nipping at her breasts, hidden only by the lace bra, she
turned her atention to the skirt. As it dropped to the floor the camera
flashed again. She rolled down the stockings and kicked off her shoes.
The wet ground oozed between her toes. She paused before releasing the
bra. Her ample breasts hung free. Finaly she eased down the brief
knickers. Shaking with fear she stood before him, hiding what she could
with her hands.

"Come here." She shuffled over toward him. The lashing blow across the
face came as a total suprise. She fell to the floor. The mud cold on
her breasts and belly. "Now get dressed again." Said the voice,
enraged.

She stumbled to her feet and looked around for her clothes. Again the
camera flashed irregularly. Not before she was fully dressed did the
man speak again.

"Now try again. This time make it interesting." The snarl left a string
of threats hanging in the air.

Again she striped. This time she went slowly. She paused and posed, she
pouted at the camera, she ran her hands suggestivly over her body,she
rubbed her free breasts and licked the nipples. The cammera flashed
continuosly. Twice he stopped her while he changed the film. Then she
was naked again. Now she stood facing the cammera, her legs parted
slightly, tears streaming down her face.

"Now lie on the ground and spread your legs." The voice demanded.

She lay down, the mud squishing behind her, and pulled her legs apart.
Her cunt lay revealed pinkly, although closed. The cammera flashed.

"Spread your cunt." She inserted two fingers into her love slot and
pried it apart. Flash. He asked for another pose, and another. She
complied, sobbing quietly to herself.

He handed her a bra made of barbed wire and told her to wear it. She
did so. He then slapped each side once with a gloved hand. The pain
caused her to scream out. He waited until twin streams of blood were
established and started her posing again.

He told her to remove the bra and threw down a set of sex aids. At his
instructions she posed with each in turn. At one point she had three of
them, each inside different orifices. 

Finaly no more instructions came. She lay on her stomach, crying
bitterly in pain and humiliation.

"Turn over." He towered above her, naked, the cammera around his neck
and a huge penis, stiff as a flagpole, threatening her. She wimpered
and crawled away. Then he was on her. Pulling her toward him. She
pulled her legs tight closed, but he levered them viciously apart. She
beat him with her fists, but he held her down with one hand and slapped
her repeatedly with the other. Then he lifted her bottom off the ground
and pulled her toward him. She pulled back and squirmed left and right
in insane, hysterical effort to be free. He was much too strong. Now
within her thighs, where she could not kick him he parted her cunt with
a pair of filthy thumbs and rubbed her clitoris, painfully hard. She
renewed her efforts to be free, but he held her easily in one hand as
he alternatly pinched breast and clit, taking a few more pictures in
the process. Then, as if tiring of this he parted the cunt again and
rammed the penis home. She screamed again, as much in outrage as in
pain, and struggled again, dimmly aware that she was increasing his
pleasure, but unable to lie still and let him have his way. For a
seeming eternity he pounded into her, tearing her skin in his fury. His
finger nails grinding into her back as he held her writhing body
against him. Then he shuddered and it was over. The penis was withdrawn
from her violated love tube. She lay, unmoving on the sodden ground.
Her knees drawn up protectivly. The cammera flashed three times, from
different directions. Then everything stopped. Avril lay there for many
minutes, weeping heavily, her body shaking with the sobs. Finaly she
rose and dressed. She could not find her knickers, but she managed
everything else. Still sobbing quietly she made her way back out of the
bushes and onto the path. As she stumbled home she could feel the
freezing air on her corrupted flesh, and the string of wetness as her
tormentor's semen dripped down her leg.

Two weeks later she recieved a parcel through the post. It was wrapped
carefully in brown paper. She took it into the lounge and carefully
opened it. As the paper fell aside she saw herself, lying on a bed of
leafmold, slit held apart with two fingers, her smile denied by the
tear-stained cheeks. Numbly she sorted through the other photographs.
They were all there, from beginning to end, from carefree, before she
had been stopped, through terrified, but fully clothed, to the blank
eyed vegetable that lay with legs tucked up, staring sightlessly into
the distance. It finished with a life size print, a close up of that
face, cheeks smudged with dirt and her own blood, skin deathly white,
eyes devoid of intelligence.  She sat in the chair and stared at it for
hours. Then she went into the kitchen, arainged everything in an
ashtray and lit a match. The face lay there, glassy eyes staring up at
her. She gathered everything up again, and returned to the lounge.
Emptying a draw in the sideboard she placed them inside and locked it
shut. Another fortnight passed and she found her knickers. They were
carefully laid out on her own bed. She suddenly realised that her
tormenter had copied her keys, and had been able to come and go as
often as he wanted. She took the knickers, folded them, and put them
away in the lingerie draw.

--

When He's Away

   Ten minutes after I'd settled in my new place, I'd made up my mind 
to make a play for the woman across the hall. She was carrying a basket of 
clothes to the building laundry room. I hurried to gatehr some of my clothes 
and followed her. I was in luck because there were no other tenants in the 
rrom, and there were only two machines.

        I politely asked her if she would explain the operation of the 
machines to me. She cheerfully obliged, and soon my clothes were being 
washed. We introduced ourselves. Her name was Ruth, and she had lived there 
for a year with her husband. I was dismayed though, when she said she had a 
few things to do in her apartment, and would go do them during the time her 
clothes were washing.

        The manager walked in just as Ruth was leaving and saw the 
disappointment on my face. "You're working on a lost cause there, young 
feller," the old woman said. "She's a nice girl and don't mess around."

        I don't give up easily, though. I found out Ruth's husband was on a 
business trip. That night i purchassed a bouquet of roses and knocked on her 
door. I told her i was just showing my appreciation for her help in the 
laundry room.

        She squealed with delight. "I've never recieved flowers, not even 
from my husband."
        
        She was so thankful she invited me in and offered me coffee. "I'm 
sorry I don't have anything stronger to drink, but I don't indulge."

        She was seated on the sofa when I assured her that just being in her 
company was intoxicating enough for me. she blushed and folded her hands in 
her lap. Dropping her eyes, she said softly, "Flowers and lovely 
compliments, all in the same day. I'm not accustomed to such flattery."

        I was quick to follow this up. "A creature as lovely as you should 
never be left alone." Tears shone in the corners of her eyes. " I do get so 
lonely some times."

        In a second, I was by her side daubing her eyes with my 
handkerchief. She offered no resistance as i eased her head onto my 
shoulder. I caressed her earlobe, and her body tensed for a few seconds 
before she relaxed against me.

        Her voice was barely audible as she whispered. "I shouldn't be 
letting you do this."

        Her knees were just visible below her skirt and i placed a hand on 
one. As soon as my fingers touched her bare skin, a soft moan bubbled 
through her sobs. I could sense her resisting in an attempt to hold her 
tighs together.But as i blew my breath down the opening in her blouse and 
inched my fingers closer to her cunt, all resistance left her and she 
dropped her hand to my cock.

        I picked her up and asked her to point out the bedroom. She was 
protesting that she shouldn't but at the same time her arm was outstreched, 
her fingers pointing to a door. I put her on the bed and slowly undressed 
her. As my hands brushed over her tits and belly, she made an effort to 
cover her nakedness with her hands. But when i removed my pants and shorts, 
my upright cock sprang out and she held out her arms to me.

        She took one of my hands and, as her thighs parted, she rippled my 
fingers along their inner surfaces. A long sigh came from her lips and her 
eyes closed in anticipation, as my fingertips parted the hair at the lower 
end of her cunt. I gently opened its lips and probed for her clit. My 
fingers brushed over it ans she grasped my hand, pressing my fingers deep 
inside her cunt. I bent my head to her tits and sucked a nipple into my 
mouth, feeling it grow hard against my tongue. I unrolled a condom on my 
cock and questionned her with my eyes. She spread her tighs wide open and 
nodded.

        "Take me now," she moaned. "I'll go mad if i don't feel you inside 
me."
        I put my hands under the hollow of her back and clasped her to me. 
As i pulled her up, my cock found its way into her soft moist cunt. For the 
first few moments, she seemed a little reluctant to let herself enter into 
the spirit of a good uninhibited fuck. But after I'd slid my hands up to her 
belly and used my thumbs to tantalize her clit, her ass began to undulate on 
the bed. Soon she was fucking with all the passion of a sex-starved nymph.

        She wrapped her legs around my back and i cramped her heels in the 
crack of my ass. Like a shanke, she writhed beneath me, the moisture from 
her cunt heating up my balls with it's wet warmth.

        Thereafter, whenever Ruth and I met in the hallway, we passed each 
other with merely a nod and a smile. The manager noted this and gloated, 
"See? Didn't I tell you she was a nice girl and didn't mess around.?"

        Little did the old bat know I occupied Ruth's husband's bed on the 
nights he was away...

Doing accounts

It was Sunday night, and Ted was doing his hated weekly chore:
paying bills, balancing accounts, entering the data into his
spreadsheet. Oh, there was enough money, but Ted had a long
standing habit of making sure.
 
He and pretty black-haired young Teresa had returned from their
honeymoon earlier in the week, and there was an awful lot of
paperwork that had piled up on the den. Since it was Sunday
night, Ted reluctantly attacked the stack of bills. Teresa,
although half his age, was the love of his life -- pretty,
intelligent, quick-witted, hard-working, comforting and,
occasionally, demanding in just the way he liked. She was in the
kitchen cleaning up after dinner and about to start on the
laundry.

Ted knew he could use electronic means for paying bills, but he
did not want to yield control of his hard-earned dollars to an
impersonal machine that could, indeed, make mistakes. After an
hour of the drudgery -- sorting bills by their due date, tearing
off those ridiculous advertising flaps from billing envelopes,
meticulously writing each check amount in the register -- he put
his head in his hands and sighed. Then he called, "TEREEEEESA!"
She thought it sounded so sweet, but Ted meant his summons as an
expression of exasperation.

Teresa, wearing an apron over her Spandex slacks, bounced into
the den. "Let me show you something here, Teresa darling," Ted
said, as he sat in his straight backed chair at the huge desk in
the den. She moved to his right to get a look at what he was
doing.

"Honey, I've never had this much trouble with the checking
accounts. And you know why?" Without waiting for a response, Ted
explained: "It seems you have written checks without recording
them, and according to the bank statement, you made six cash
withdrawals without recording them, either. Not only are my
records messed up, it looks as if you caused me to bounce TWO
checks!" 

"Oh, dear," Teresa replied sympathetically. "I'm sorry. I thought
we had the money, and I guess I forgot. That's why I married you,
sweetie," she giggled. "To do all the important stuff," she
grinned.

"Except I can't do the 'important stuff' if you don't pay
attention to the checkbook. Of course we have the money, but that
isn't the way the banking system works. And it's not the way I
work," he retorted sharply. 

"Oh, pooh!" she said. "Your making a mountain out of a molehill!"

"Teresa," Ted replied, now sounding more like her dad than her
lover and newly wed husband. "I am going to take the checkbook
away until you start remembering the 'important stuff.' And I
might have to limit your use of the credit cards!"

"C'mon, Ted," she whined. "You know I'm no good at math. I'll try 
to pay attention this month."

"Give me your checkbook, Teresa," Ted commanded. "No! I won't! I
have rights, too. Remember our vows?"

"Of course I do, Teresa," he said. "And one of those vows was to
OBEY! Now give me the checkbook!"

"I will NOT."

"Teresa, you are acting your age now," Ted told her. "You are
acting like you were a bratty teenager."

"Well, if you don't like it, why don't you ground me," she asked
sarcastically.

"I'll do more than that, young lady," Ted growled, suddenly
grabbing her arms, which had rested on the desk as she was bent
over looking at the pile of checks. In a well-practiced motion,
Ted slid his chair back away from the desk, and he hauled his
bride right across his lap, her apron flying up and her legs
kicking.!

"What are you doing!" she hollered. "What do you think. I'm going
to give you a spanking, and I am going to teach you to be more
careful." Before she could protest further, his large right hand
had slapped her across the tight Spandex. SLAP!

"Owwww!! You can't do this to me!" she yelled. "Well, I AM doing
it, and there is not much you can do about it," Ted said, "except
to take it." SMACK SPANK SPANK SPANK SMACK, he punctuated his
lecture about fiscal responsibility.

Teresa was really angry now, flailing her legs and pushing
against his thighs to get away. But Ted was strong -- that's what
attracted her to him in the first place. In a momentary lapse
between licks, Teresa managed to slide to the floor. Ted
responded by picking her up like a day-old kitten, standing her
up and pulling down her slacks, then her white lace panties. She
stood there naked from the waist down, face reddening and eyes
shooting laser beams at him.

Though she still struggled, Ted again hoisted her over his lap
and began spanking in earnest. SMACK WHAP WHACK SLAP SPANK!!

"AAAAHHHH!!! Ted, stop it this instant! OWWWWW!!!! I'm going to
call the police, Ted ... OOOOWWWWW OOOOOOHHHH!!! I'm going to
divorce you, Ted!" 

That last remark provoked the usually calm and controlled Ted to
reach into his desk's middle drawer and procure an 18-inch wooden
ruler. Then he really began to spank his bride, hard!

WHACK WHAP SLAP SMACK SPANK SPANK WHACK WHACK!!!

"You brute! You horrible brute!" she cried, and I mean cried,
because the tears were starting to fall. "You're really enjoying
this aren't you?" she spat.

"Yes, my dear. Actually, I am. Hasn't naughty little girl gotten
a spanking before?" he asked, sarcasm dripping down his chin.

"Yessssss," she hissed. "A lot, and I don't like it one bit." 
"Obviously," retorted Ted, recalling his college role as
Petrucchio, "you didn't get enough!"

Having proved his strength and toughness, risking everything to
initiate his bride into a form of marital discipline she had not
expected, Ted began easing up. S P A N K  W H A P  W H A P
S P A N K  W H A P.  "There, Teresa. You can keep your checkbook,
but I want it balanced next month, balanced like a cat on a hot
tin roof!"
 
Teresa scrambled up, sputtering and fuming, and raced upstairs to
bed, slamming the door loud enough for Ted to hear -- and chuckle
at. After another hour and a half at the dreaded chore -- not so
dreadful this Sunday evening -- Ted put the last stamps on the
envelopes, fed the cats, let the dog out, turned out the lights
and went upstairs, expecting a very angry and unforgiving wife.

The door to the bedroom was slightly ajar, the adjoining bathroom
light was on, providing him with just enough sight to notice
Teresa still awake. She was on the new three-foot high king size
bed in her sexiest nightclothing -- actually, a black teddy!

He slipped off his clothes and got into bed, admiring his young
wife's firm and curvy body as he had not during the spanking.

"Teddy," she cooed. "I'm sorry about the checkbook. Please don't
ever give me another spanking like that. OK?"

Ted cleared his throat and stammered, not knowing what to say. 
"I didn't like the surprise, Teddy," she explained. "But you
know," she giggled, "it didn't feel all that bad afterwards.
Spank me again, Teddy...like this."

Teresa had sat up, turned over and raised herself on the mattress
to an all-fours position, facing the headboard. She had lifted
her nightie, spread her legs and beckoned again, "Like thhhisss!"

Ted was no fool. He scooched closer to the bride young enough to
be his daughter and raised his right hand behind her, parallel to
her wiggling bottom. In slow motion, he brought his palm forward
and virtually kissed Teresa's ass with it, letting it linger
across that Bermuda Triangle of her bottom curve, the top of her
thigh and the underside of her smooth pussy.
  
"Oooof," she growled lustily as the force of his slow-motion
spank rocked her forward. He spanked again, in exactly the same
place. And again ... ssssppppllllaaaattttt!  "Ooooooohhh," she
squealed, as he Teddy mock-spanked her again and again, making no
marks at all, except on her naughty naughty soul.

They made love that night like never before ... once on top, once
on the bottom and once in a way that made Teresa's little-girl
bottom an adult one forever.

THE "ANIMAL LOVER"

   ...They removed the blindfold, but not the gag.  My eyes quickly
adjusted to the low light, and I could make out stalls, and hay.  A
barn.  Why the fuck would they bring me to a barn?
   My captors (3 in number) were dressed all in black, and were all very
nondescript.  I thought the tall one (under other circumstances, of
course) could be very attractive.  The other two were too rough, not my
type at all.
   They were totally silent, though I could see a lot of silent
communication going on, with the eyes, the winks, the nods.  And it was
obvious that they had something pretty wild planned for me.

The more attractive one stripped me while the others pinioned my arms
legs so I could not move,then he shaved me all over my body,legs,chest
arms,balls,ass and then as the other 2 held me tight he shaved my beard
eyebrows and my head.i just could not believe this was happening then
they oiled my body and tied me to a table and a pad was forced over my
face I gagged then slid into unconciousness.

when I came to I was alone in the barn and still tied to the table,but
with my legs in "stirrups" like gyaenacologists have,I was aching all
over but i could see my toes and they had been painted pink!.I studied
the rest of my body as much as I could see,my penis had been pierced
and my nipples as well and judging from the dull ache in my head my
ears had been pierced as well.

All three of them came into the barn and with them was my wife with 3
other young blond men,she was dressed in black leather mini skirt and very
high heel shoes.She explained that for as long as she liked I was her
"friends" prisoner and they could do what they like,and she added the 2 tall
guys were medics one in fact was a surgeon,little did I know how relavant
this was to be!

   The blond guy was leading a small pony, totally black, toward a
sling-like contraption, the use of which I had no idea.  The other two
were holding me up, though I was in no shape to run off, what with being
bound as I was.  Still, there was something erotic, maybe even sexy,
about the whole abduction.
   It soon became clear to me what was about to happen, and I was
scared.  The two big ones started to untie me, keeping a tight hold, and
the third started to pull on straps that made up this sling into which
they were going to place me.  I tried to struggle, but was too weak, and
they eventually got me tied into the thing.  I was positioned faced up,
with my legs spread and raised a bit, and my hands tied underneath me.
The blond was greasing up my asshole with something really slick
(vaseline, I imagine) and the other two were pulling on the pony's dick,
which was growing longer.  And longer.  My eyes grew wide, such that one
of the thugs grinned and nudged the other.  He only looked at me
quickly, then away.
   One of them moved between my spread legs, and replaced the blond's
fingers with his cock.  he shoved it all the way in, causing me to moan
at the pressure and size.  It hurt only a moment.  I was really into
getting my ass reamed out (I wonder if they knew that?) and it started
to feel really nice... His dick pumped in and out, and he looked quite
happy.
   He was replaced by the blond, whose cock was thicker, but short.  It
filled my rectum rather nicely, and I hated to have him cum almost
immediately and pull out.  The third thug, with a long, skinny member,
was last.  Well, not the last, actually....
   After Skinny pulled out, the three of them crouched under the pony.
They pulled on his dick-sheath, and licked at his balls, and his
horse-dick started to lengthen, and thicken, and hung down lower and
lower....
   Blondie led the pony up so that he was standing over me, and
(unfortunately) his huge dripping dick was positioned perfectly for
penetration.  The horse seemed to need no encouragement, only a helping
hand to find my gaping anus.  That he got from Skinny.
   The head of the big pony cock met my asshole, and pushed into me.
The girth of the dick was incredible, and I wanted to scream out, but
couldn't.  I was being stretched farther than ever before.  The pony's
dick seems to twist and buck, and was going deeper and stretching me
wider than even my largest dildo had ever done.the pain was incredible
and the pony just kept moving and thrusting very quickly it gave a
snort and I felt the warm gush of fluid as it came,they immediately
moved it away to get a better camera shot as the cum dribbled down
my thighs.

My wife had been watching and now I was forced to sit in the "punishment"
chair with my legs stretched apart and my arms held with my head in a
restraint.I watched as she fucked,fondled and sucked her three boys
then let each one fuck in turn,without condoms,something she always made
me wear as humiliation I think.

When she had finished she stood up the cum dripping onto her shoes and feet
"Soon we will have more entertainment and you will do the work but there
is another operation you will have to endure and just keep thinking this
will get worse more humiliating and more painful..enjoy..!"

With that she left the barn and I was taken over to the main house and
into the cellar complex.........